Ordinary businesses. You pass by them every day. Dry cleaning shops. Antique stores. Pet shops. Auto repair shops. A great many of us work for large companies with a weekly payroll assured, and we scarcely wonder about the small businessman and his struggles to keep alive. All of them don't struggle. Some of them have something going on the side.
A billiard parlor with a craps game going on in the back room. A barber who takes bets on the ponies. A muffler shop that runs a tidy little racket on the side and does it in the midst of another type of small businessperson, the street-corner hustler.
A nice little operation with sex as a sideline, all very independent? A tiny capillary in the huge arterial system of the mafia? A strictly up-and-up business who makes the payroll, pays the taxes, and takes home a bit of profit? Who can really say what is behind the store front that you pass on your way home from work? Only the operator of that business can say for sure, and he's not always in the complete know.
This is a story of a small business operation, one in which the ace employee of the operation branches off from the operation out of sheer necessity, necessity provided in he form of the most hugely attractive hooker of all time and her even more hugely attractive young daughter. It is a story of frustration and reward, love and lust, and the discovery of sexual kinkiness in its most enlightening form.
Fiancees? Bosses? Cops? Money? Whores? None of these get in the way of Ed Luganis, metropolitan man of today, as he staggers and lurches through a week of sexual discovery that rivals any week in the busy sexual life of Don Juan, Casanova, Frank Harris, or the biggest fetish freak you've ever known in your own busy life.
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CHAPTER ONE
The woman stood out like a thoroughbred mare amidst a bunch of pack mules. She shone like a perfect pink pearl set in a string of plastic beads. Seeing her where she was, was like flipping open the most vulgar, dog-eared girlie mag and finding that its centerfold had been painted by Renoir in his prime. It wasn't right that she should be where she was, and in another five minutes Ed Luganis was going to do something about getting her out of there.
It was another five minutes before Ed got off work at Smitty's Muffler Shop, and if there was anything in the shop that his boss was particular about, it was quitting time. Ed's boss was a man named Frank Horton. His downtown Holtville place of business was one of the first of the national chain of Smitty's Muffler Shop franchises that had been granted sixteen years before. The place had been one of the most successful of the chain for a time, too, employing four mechanics to replace mufflers on aging automobiles. Now three of the four hydraulic hoists in the big old place were out of service, and Ed did all the work while fat old Frank Horton stayed in the office to answer the occasional telephone call or wandered around decaying downtown Holtville gabbing with the equally decaying downtown businessmen of his generation. When Ed Luganis had gone to work there he'd had every confidence in the world that he could single-handedly turn it all around and make the downtown Holtville Smitty's Muffler Shop one of the most lucrative in the whole chain once again. It had the potential, national TV advertising, and the mark-up was certainly good enough.
But now, one weary year later, Ed realized that nothing would ever grow again in downtown Holtville, including himself. The suburbs was where it was all at now. Every day at this time he watched the streams of cars driving downtown workers and their paychecks to those housing tracts that had once been truck farms. The only downtown businesses that continued to thrive were the porn shops and the city services-Municipal Courts, City Hall, Police Headquarters-and the whores.
The woman Ed was concerned about was standing with the whores at the corner of 10th and
C. After a year of observing them, Ed could spot a whore from two blocks away, and the woman in the rust-colored suit was definitely not a whore. She wasn't an undercover policewoman, either, for Ed was adept at identifying these when they came out on their periodic crusades to clean up downtown Holtville. What she was, was a downtown office worker, he figured, so new to the area that she didn't yet know that the only real use for the bus stop at 10th and C was a staging point for the whores of the town.
She was a lovely and dignified looking woman, but obviously not too bright. She stood slightly turned toward the oncoming traffic on the one-way street, presenting a handsome and big busted profile to Ed as he finished up on a '72 Cutlass just fifty feet away from the bus stop bench. There was one whore sitting on the bench, a black one whom he'd seen many times before. She was employing her particular timeworn trick of facing the evening traffic with her legs spread wide apart and the crotch band of her bright red hot pants stretched right to the breaking point. Two white whores and another black one were employing the less imaginative but more aggressive tactics of leaning over the gutter and sticking their thumbs out at the slowly passing cars. The woman in the rust-colored suit and high heels was so preoccupied with her new downtown job that she didn't tumble at all to what was going on all around her, and Ed knew she'd be terribly embarrassed when she did.
The signal changed to red again and the three pseudo-hitchhikers crouched down to smile hopefully in through automobile windshields. The out-of-place office worker took a compact out of her purse and inspected her make-up. A horn sounded from down the lineup of cars, and all four whores turned in that direction and each pointed a finger at herself. Even the woman looked innocently out at the '73 Dart as its horn sounded once again, and two of the whores glared at her as the signal turned to green again and the Dart eased over to the curb by the bus stop and on around the corner, taking two of the whores along with it. The Dart blocked the driveway of the muffler shop while the two whores haggled prices with its driver until one of them got in and was whisked away. The other whore, disgruntled at losing a trick, said something that had to be nasty as hell to the woman in rust as she returned to her spot on the curb, and the woman just smiled and said nothing. There was no question about it. Ed had to do something to get her out of there before something really ugly happened to her.
"Slong, Ed," said Frank, and the words and the slam of the office door told Ed it was five o'clock on the nose.
"So long, Frank," Ed said, and waited till his boss's paunchy figure had disappeared around the corner of the old brick building before launching himself into action for the mini-crusade ahead.
He slung his tools into the toolbox and hauled on the folding steel gate till it closed with a resounding clang. The woman didn't turn in his direction at its sound, so he had no chance to signal her that he was coming to her rescue. He ripped and shrugged and stepped out of his Smitty's Muffler coveralls as he scurried to the washroom. The waterless soap, supplied by the Smitty's chain, slurped and squelched between his hands and his fingers as he worked it in with every haste.
A knight errant didn't need immaculate hands to rescue a lady in distress, but after the rescue he was going to the apartment of Julie, his fiancee, for it was a Monday night in October, and the football game was on TV. Scrubbing his fingernails with an old toothbrush, he backed up and looked out through the door to see that the woman was still there, and that another whore had shown up at the curb. He wiped his hands and washed them at the filthy sink in a rising panic of haste, combed his hair in three seconds and turned off the lights and turned on the burglar alarm system as he hurried out the office door.
Ed walked in the direction of the bus stop, just as he so often had in the daydreams that passed his time while he was under all those different cars all day. Yes indeed, on countless occasions he'd thought about approaching one of the play for pay girls in search of a kinky trick, but of course he'd never done it. He'd never paid for a piece of tail in his life and he knew he'd never do so. Furthermore, each and every one of those girls had to have some sort of venereal disease lurking under her hot pants or her tight jeans, and with his kind of luck the one he picked out would have that incurable strain of gonorrhea that the Vietnamese had sent over in exchange for all the guns and planes we had shipped them. And finally he'd never even talked to any of them because he knew that if he did buy half an hour of crazy fucking and God knew what else, she'd be coming into shop in search of more of his money any time her curbside business got a little slow. He didn't even know any of their names, but by God, they all knew him.
The fucking bitches. The dirty whores. Whenever things did get slow for them they'd turn their attentions on him. They'd waggle their asses and stick out their tits at him. They'd grin and call out to him, "Hey, boy! You want a date with me?" And even when traffic was heavy, just like it was right then, they'd posture and pose their backsides at him and do everything they could to make his pointless job all the more difficult to perform. At first he'd been tolerant of this behavior. All in fun, he'd said to himself. He'd even smiled and waved at them when he'd first gone to work there. But now, goddammit, after causing him countless skinned knuckles and half hard-ons, he hated every whore with a passion, and his daydreams consisted of picking one up with a smile on his face and then chloroforming her and driving her away and dumping her off across the state line somewhere. He knew all the right words in approaching the whores, but he didn't know quite what to say to the lady standing with them.
"Uh," he said to her, and she turned the warmest, most innocently inquiring smile in his direction. "Could I, uh, talk to you alone for a moment, Miss? Ma'am?" he added, as he realized that she was a little older than he'd thought, perhaps as old as thirty-five, and that it had been her very excellent posture that had made him think her younger.
"Why, certainly," she said, with a voice just as warm as her smile, and stepped gracefully along at his side until they were safe on Smitty property.
Brisk as traffic was just then, the whores couldn't let this go unnoticed or uncommented upon.
"Hey, boy! She old and white. You want something black and young like me."
"Hey, Marlene! Lookit here. The 'shitty muffler' boy finally got himself a date."
"Hey, Momma! Don't keep the shitty boy out too late. He got to be back in the shitty shop in the morning."
Serene, beautifully poised, the career woman paid them no mind. Her smile was even radiating warmth from her brown and very liquid eyes as she said, "Yes? May I help you?"
She was a beautiful woman, in form as well as in poise. Her hair was short and wavy and very black and lustrous, and it framed a classic face. Her eyebrows were thick and dark and healthy looking, and very nicely curving over those lovely, long-lashed brown eyes that sparkled and shone with more life than all four of the much younger whores had in them put together. Her nose was straight and true, slightly upturned at the tip and quite strong looking, even with those most delicate nostrils she had. Her mouth was very full. Very red, too, covered so fastidiously and fashionably with crimson lip gloss that made her lips appear as small but wholly luxurious cushions upon which a weary man might rest forever. Her complexion was clear and soft and velvety, and the little lines around her mouth and eyes only served to say she had a sense of humor rather than too many years upon her face. Her chin and cheeks and brow were even stronger than her nose. She had the bones of an Indian princess, or those of an amazon queen. She had a perfect face and it was perfectly made up, even by the light of the Smitty's sign that would flash on and off all night.
And young Ed tried to laugh in his offhand way and said, "Well the fact of the matter is.. . I was trying to help you. I mean-I still am. Trying to help you, that is. I don't normally go around helping people on the street. I mean, I'm not a policeman or anything," he said, and dropped his keys, and quickly knelt down to pick them up.
The woman had a body that went right along with her face. Great bones. Terrifically covered. Her high heeled pointed toed shoes matched the color of her suit almost exactly, and contained a pair of feet with very high, very smooth arches. Her ankles were nice and slim, but good and strong. She had very nice calves, too, swelling slowly out from those ankles to a pair of beautifully bunched muscles more suited to tennis than walking the streets. Nice knees, as expected, and the very slight wrinklings of her nylon stockings there didn't detract from the beauty of her legs at all, though everywhere else he could see the sheening tan nylons fit her with tautest precision. And he could see a good deal more of her legs as he picked up his keys and dropped them again, for the skirt of her suit was a little too short.
Not that Ed had anything against miniskirts, but such a garment wasn't quite decorous enough for a lady like her. It wasn't quite loose enough, either. She didn't bulge in it at all, but it was tight enough so that there was a set of creases running straight across her crotch, tight enough for him to see the outline of her panties, and of the garters that held her stockings up so very well. She had a nice little bulge to her tummy and a nice little bulge just above her slim waist. This Ed saw quite closely as he rose to his feet once again, for just at that time she moved in a way that let her short matching jacket fall open. Her blouse was snowy white and almost sheer. Through it he could see to his surprise that even her brassiere was color coordinated to her ensemble, and a very substantial brassiere, it had to be to support a pair of full and thrusting breasts as large as hers.
All this Ed saw in vertical panorama as he bent to get his keys, and all of it was so sweetly bathed in musk perfume that he had to breathe quite deeply as he faced her once again and heard her laugh with him and speak. "I'm glad you're not a cop." She had the ability to wrinkle her nose in the most delightful way. "For your information, I'm not a police woman."
The wheeze of the bus starting up from its mandated stop was the first sign Ed had had of its arrival. He said, "Dammit! I mean, darn it, now your bus has come and gone and you're still here.
Fat lot of help I've been to you."
Her fingers brushed his arm. They were very warm and soft. So was that little laugh she had as she said, "I can't stand buses anyway."
"I could drive you home," said Ed. He glanced at his watch and said, "I have a sort of a date, an engagement later on, but I'll be glad to drive you home. My car's right here," he said, gesturing behind him at the '66 convertible Mustang he was restoring for a future sale that would more than put him over the hump in his drive to get enough money for him and Julie to get off to a good start in life together.
"Nice little car," she said. "I used to have one just like it. And you'd be sweet enough to drive me home in it?" and one of those soft warm fingers touched his cheek. "I might like that a lot."
He took her by the arm, quite substantial and firm and soft, and escorted her to his car, saying, "You really ought to get a car if you're going to stay in Holtville for any length of time." The whores behind them were catcalling, and he kept talking if only to keep their crass comments from the lady's ears. "Busses are terrible here."
"How did you know I was new in town?" said she, with her hand on his hand on her arm.
Ed smiled in a charming way and said, "I'm an observant sort of fellow." Her hip nudged warmly against his, and he found himself wondering if she outweighed him, even though she was an inch or two shorter than he was in her heels. "Anyone not new in town," he said, launching into the delicate area of his coming to her aid, "would know better than to wait at that particular bus stop at this particular time of night."
She swung about to look at it, very warmly brushing one of her truly lovely big breasts across his forearm, and turned back saying, "It seems all right to me."
Now Ed turned back to look. The whores were all still there, and so was the lady's exceedingly lovely face at his side. And not too incidentally, there was a very pleasant warm glow in Ed's boxer shorts. And he said as they stopped at his car, "Those girls aren't waiting for a bus, ma'am. What they are is . . . twenty-dollar girls."
She gave him a small puzzled look as she brushed past him to enter the car door he held open for her. She looked up at him from the bucket seat, her high heels still on the ground. "Twenty-dollar girls?" she said.
"Look," said he, and got down on one knee and laid his hand on her knee to give emphasis to his words. "Look over there," he said, and he let her study them well, while he held his hand protectively on her nylon-covered knee and glanced down at her thighs, very much exposed by the way her skirt had come up when she'd sat down. The dinky little thing was so high up that he could see how the broad dark welts of her gleaming tan hosiery were distorted by the garters that held her sleek silk stockings in place. "Those girls aren't waiting for any bus," he explained when her wide brown eyes were regarding him once again. "They're what you call. . . hookers. They do things. With men. Probably with women, too, for all I know. For money. For twenty dollars."
"Twenty dollars?" she said in soft disbelief. She laughed and said, "My goodness, I certainly was standing on the wrong street corner."
He patted her knee reassuringly. Christ, if the whores could see him now they'd have a field day with vulgar remarks, but the door of his little red Mustang served as a very good screen. "It was an honest mistake," he said, and he patted her knee once again.
"Ladies of the evening," she said, and she took a deep sighing breath, and her little red jacket came open a bit and her skirt rose an inch on her thighs. "And for only twenty dollars. That's a bargain, though, for just about anything these days."
"You're right," said he. His little finger had somehow curled around under the joint of her knee, so warm a place that his pinkie was having trouble holding still there. And now Ed cast his eyes down, smiling and reflecting upon how hard those girls worked for their money, and seeing just how gleaming white the lady's thighs looked above the welt of her hose and under the sparkling chrome of her tiny garter buckle. The same smile was still there as he looked in her eyes and said, "You're right. I never thought of it in just that way. Why, a man can't even eat out for twenty dollars these days and expect a really fine meal. Fifty dollars would be more like it," and glanced once again at that silvery buckle, and slid his hand up there to touch it.
"A hundred would be more like it," she said, and she lifted a beautifully manicured hand, each fingernail perfectly painted with a crimson lacquer that exactly matched the color of her smiling lips, and she ruffled the hair of Ed Luganis.
His hair was perfectly clean and sweet. He'd shampooed it that morning with Lemon Scent and not a drop of motor oil had fallen on it all day long. His hands and his fingernails were clean, especially the one that was tracing the shape of the garter clip holding her silks up in place. He hadn't sweated at all that day because there hadn't been any rush jobs, and the only part of his twenty-five-year-old perfectly healthy body that might be even the slightest bit soiled was that very sensitive flesh under his foreskin. He'd only thought of that because it itched a little now, but then, a man's big cock always did itch when it was stiff as it could be and pushing hard at his shorts and pants. From his hair to his cock in the space of a few seconds, that was how his goofy brain was working that night. He didn't know why. Didn't care. He hardly remembered what she'd said in her last purring remarks, but then it came to him. It came to him when he'd taken that softly ruffling hand from his head and felt of it with his lips, its palm so warm and soft, its fingers so admiring of the contours of his cheek. And when it came to him, he spoke against that palm, murmuring, "A hundred dollars at least. Yes, at least a hundred dollars."
She laughed and took both his cheeks in her hands. She smiled and leaned so close that he could smell her breath when she spoke, and it was sweeter and there was far more musk in it than any bottled scent could have as she said, "You've already had at least a nickel's worth, my dear." She touched her lips to the tip of his nose and said, "And there's another nickel more. Now, do you think you can stand a hundred dollars worth tonight?"
Ed got right down on the ground and encircled each of the snaps of her garters with kisses. He went around each of them again with his tongue. He smacked and tongued some much warmer kisses higher on her lusciously soft thighs while she went on ruffling his hair, and then he looked up at her and said, "What's the bill come to now?"
She shrugged and said, "Fifty cents or so. I'll keep a tab for a while if you want." She kissed him on the mouth and her lips were just exactly like they looked, soft and cushiony and moveably strong, and painted with just the right amount of gloss that they tried to cling to his lips as she leaned back in his nice little car. "You're up to sixty-five cents now," she purred.
He pushed her skirt on up her thighs. She helped him. It took some doing because that skirt was very tight, and then he saw her lingerie did not exactly match the autumn rust hue of her skirt and jacket. Her panties-and he was sure her brassiere-were of scarlet, not crimson like her nails, but scarlet, and the beautifully bulging crotch band of her scarlet panties was so very full of this fine lady, that some of her was spilling out.
Ed saw it all quite closely in the flashing light of the sign above the muffler shop. He saw it all with strobe light clarity, the velvet white of her full round thighs, the packed scarlet lace of her panties, the short curly hairs that showed between, black as jet.
He nipped a few hairs between his lips and his teeth and pulled them, and she loved it. She ruffled his soft brown hair and he probed past the hairs with his very stiff tongue, tasted and smelled her perfume, felt her warmth there going in through his mouth to his guts to his cock. He covered all that he could of that scarlet with kisses, bulging bright in the strobe light, scented rich with perfume, and his smile came from all over his body as he got his tousled head out from under the hem of her skirt and said, "Where do I stand with you now?"
"You owe me a dollar," she said, and kissed him all too briefly on the lips. "And I'm very sorry to tell you this, Mr. . . . Muffler Man, but that's your credit limit here. You understand, I'm sure. You're in business yourself," she said, and gave him a lovely kiss on the house. "Once you've established credit, it's a different matter. But tonight.. . " She shrugged. "This first night is all cash and carry."
Ed took himself another kiss on credit. His sucking lips and the point of his prodding tongue were through her red crotch band right on her clit, and she was sighing and moving so he knew this would be another fine freebie. And then he rose to his feet and let her have a good look at the full extent of the huge tented bulge in his pants before adjusting it to a more discreet shape. He pointed a stiff finger down at her glistening red round lips that were so hotly open and ready and he said, "You are to wait right here, lady. Understand? No going over to the bus stop again. Not tonight. Not ever, for that matter. You are in business, just like I am, and that is a lousy location for any kind of business. So you wait right here. Okay? I'm going inside and getting enough money out of the safe to establish my good credit with you-and to allow me to kiss you in places you didn't even know you had on your body, and then I'm going to stick my big hot cock up your beautiful gorgeous cunt and put you right out of business for a couple of days!"
CHAPTER TWO
Ed was in the John washing up when the full enormity of what he'd gotten himself into struck him. Cold water on a hot cock can often do that and so can self-realization. He was heading in the wrong direction and he had to turn himself around. It wasn't like him to stray from the straight and narrow as he was doing. He was too intelligent an individual to be made a fool of by a common whore.
And he was worse than a fool. Already he'd called Julie and lied to her, calmly telling her he had to work late and boldly adding that he couldn't get interested in that night's game between the Bills and the Chargers anyway. Already he'd reached his fist into Frank Horton's floor safe and counted out a hundred hard-earned dollars from one of the paper bags full of greenbacks there. It wasn't like him to be a calm, bold liar and to borrow money without asking. It made him a cunning thief, and Ed Luganis refused to live with a cunning thief.
Ed started beating off in the sink. What the hell, there was no way in the world he could extricate himself from the hot clutches of the sexiest bitch in the whole world who at that moment was resting her big hot ass in the bucket seat of his car. A man couldn't think straight with a hard-on like he had. But he could think about her for the last time in his life as he flogged seven inches of the meanest, hardest meat in Holtville. In seconds he was on the edge of a climax, and still going strong. And in those seconds he saw every bit of her all over again, from his first anxious sighting of her to the last shot his eyes had taken of her sitting with her gartered legs apart and the bulging red crotch of her panties showing up like flashing neon. He could smell her again and taste her again and feel her big tit against his arm. He could look in her eyes and feel of her velvety skin and hear the rustle of her rising skirt for the last time now. He could wallow in the sexy warm depths of her now as he mercilessly beat his hard meat, and he could see himself with her in a thousand ways as pints of hot jism came ripping out of his raging dick. He kissed her all over, from her asshole to her elbows as he squirted and shot and came. He fucked her in ways he'd never heard of yet as the white pearly goo just kept on coming. With the aid of his good right hand he ravaged that dirty whore and banished her from his mind completely, forever, and then leaned against the sink smiling in self-satisfaction while his hot cock oozed out its last drop. He hoped he'd be ready again by Saturday for his weekly fuck with Julie.
It was something that had to be done. Ed Luganis was not a chronic masturbator. He did not believe in self abuse. This would probably be the last time in his life that he jacked off, and it had certainly been in a good cause. It had felt pretty goddamned good, too-so good, in fact, that Ed had to rest for several seconds and let all those wild images die down with his hard-on.
He washed up again. He was clean as a whistle all over now, inside and out, purged of his horny old hard-on and rid of his dirty old thoughts. Now he could stroll out of the office and tell the old whore to get her ass out of his car and back on the bus stop with the rest of them. He could put the shop money back in the safe and go see his angel, Julie. Temptation had been faced and conquered. Ed felt good.
But of course he wouldn't be that cruel to the whore in his car. She was indeed a cut above the others, and she should be soliciting her business elsewhere. He would handle her as a gentleman should. He'd even give her couple of bucks for her time and her disappointment. Hell, he might even drive her on home. Or drive her by Holtville's Restaurant Row where the dollars were. If she wasn't so ridden with clap he might even give her the hundred bucks and spend the night with her, and pick up some tricks about fucking that would ultimately prove to be priceless in his marital relations with the future Mrs. Luganis. However it went, he sincerely hoped she'd behave like a lady and not like a common whore because he fully intended to behave as a gentleman with her. She'd be in for a rude disappointment, indeed, if she reached out and grabbed for his cock.
There were two whores left at the bus stop when Ed left the office again and another around the corner with her ass stuck out at him while she bargained with a John in a '74 Malibu. She'd been around for a long time. He recognized her by the shape of her ass, so clearly outlined and downright cute in the very tight jeans she habitually wore. That one was a good ten years younger than the one in his car. He wondered how long the whore in his car had been fucking for a living. It could be, he thought, that this was her first time out. She might be a housewife with a sudden and secret financial problems, perhaps a compulsive gambler. She might be a very recent divorcee with an emotional problem, with some sort of perverted need for the very temporary security to be found in making a one night stand as a streetwalker. She might have already fulfilled that need and be gone from his car by then, taking Ed's current problem with her. She had a story to tell, of that he had no doubt. And he'd like to coax it on out of her over a cup of coffee somewhere, or perhaps over a drink in her apartment. At the moment, though, he didn't even know her name.
She was still there, all right. And she still looked pretty good there in the shadows of the convertible top. She wasn't saying a word. She was just sitting there letting him look her over, from her hiked up skirt hem to her big thrusting tits to the small smirking smile on her rich ruby lips. Ed looked her over. That didn't cost a dime. And then he said, "What's your name?"
"Betty. What shall I call you?"
"Ed. You can call me Ed. I like the name Betty. I always have," he said. "I like those big tits you got, too, baby," he said, and reached over and squeezed each of the great big beauties in its turn.
She really did have some class about her. She didn't push his hand off her and ask for her money first. Far from it, she looked down at Ed's good left hand giving her jugs the workout they so richly deserved, smiling and digging it just as much as he was.
The fucking bitch really liked her work. Ed already knew her story. She lived for sex; it was everything to her, and why not get paid for it?
She didn't interrupt Ed's working hand as she unbuttoned her blouse. Ed reached right inside and felt of her tits through her lacy red bra, and found that her nipples were already stiff. She'd probably been fingerfucking herself while he was inside beating his meat. She pulled her blouse wide open and let him have a real good look to go with his real good feel, and he glanced quickly around him and said, "You look good in red, baby. All red and black and white, that's you. Where do you live?"
"Close," she said, and worked down a thin bra strap and peeled down a full cup, and loafed out a gorgeous big tit.
"Fuckin' nipple's just as hard as my fuckin' cock," said Ed, and fell on her luscious big jug with his hands and with his mouth, squeezing the bulging beauty with all ten fingers and trying hard to get every bit of that corrugated flesh and its long thick nipple in its mouth.
Ed was panting when he fell back from it to look at it again. "Brown," he said. "I was wrong. You're not all red and white and black. Your nipples are brown, a beautiful, perfect brown. And your cunt's just as pink as the inside of your mouth," he said, and he stabbed through her lips with his tongue and mashed down on those rich red cushiony lips.
Her lips were as sticky as he thought they'd be when he started moving back from them. She was as strong as he'd thought she'd be as she pulled him back for another hot taste of his tongue. He wrenched free to fall on her big right tit again, backed off to look at the faint smear of lipstick he'd now put on it, and in a voice that was nasty and rough, said, "Let's go. Let's fuck."
"Let's see what you've got there," she purred, and her hand trailed down from the nape of his neck and went to the front of his pants.
Ed glanced around again as he ripped and tore at his zipper. What the hell, she'd helped him open her blouse. And they were safe enough where they were, with the whores still hard at work and with any patrol cars that might come by familiar enough with his little red Mustang. The tab tore loose from his zipper, but he had his pants open by then. His cock was too large to get through the overlapping front of his shorts, and far too hot to keep inside them. He had to rip open his belt buckle and unbutton his pants and fuck down the front of his shorts to give her what she had to have.
His cock sprang up like a fucking buggy whip. It was long and thick and straight and hard and she loved it.
"Nice!" she purred to him in the darkness, softly stroking his cock in the light. The Smitty sign was doing its strobe light thing again as he lacquer-tipped fingers drew his foreskin down all the way. Her nails were going from black to red and back in the flashing light and so were her luscious lips as she pursued them and opened them wide to go down and suck on his cock.
"My God!" Ed exploded. "You could teach some of the fucking fags around here a thing or two about sucking cock. Hey, Betty. Is it big enough for you? And hard enough and hot enough? Eh? Don't choke on it, baby. I got big plans for you and me for tonight."
"Tastes nice," she said, lifting her perfectly beautiful face from his lap and smiling so very wickedly.
Ed kissed her deep and good before she could get her mouth closed. "It should taste good," he said. "I just beat off a couple of minutes ago. I wanted to get my money's worth. You know? I'm not worried about that any more. Do you want the hundred now or when we get on up to your place?"
"Darling, whenever it suits you," she said, touching his cheek with her fingers, touching his lips with her mouth.
"Sexy fucking bitch," he said. "I know what it is you want."
The gear selector was too much in the way for him to get down on the floor of the car. She helped him get her tight little skirt all pulled up around her big firm hips. He turned her to face him and got her high heel up on the edge of his bucket seat so he had full access to that wonderfully broad bulging scarlet vee of her crotch. With his ringer he yanked the red nylon lace aside as far as he could, and with his tongue he probed as deeply as possible through the matted black hair there. The smell of her twat was just about knocking him out. She tasted even better than she smelled, and she'd taste better yet when he got to her clit with his tongue and got her whole big cunt all brim full of its slippery good richness. He was panting hard and dizzy with delight when he put her pretty panties back in place and kissed her cunt through the scarlet and lifted his face to her smile once again.
"That's what you dig the most, isn't it? Whew!" he said, rubbing her cunt through the panties, wanting to get them all wet. "You like to have your fuckin' snatch sucked and licked all over, and baby-doll, you got the guy who knows how to do it." He ducked down and gave it another big kiss. Her tautly stretched crotch band was indeed getting steamy damp. She picked him up by the hair of his head and held him by his ears while she sucked on his mouth and tangled her slippery tongue all around his. He hadn't had nearly enough of her mouth or of any of her when he wrenched back again to demand, "Isn't that what you dig on the most? Having your fucking cunt sucked?"
"I like it al-l-l-l," said she, and nestled her tits up against him.
Ed pulled himself together and told her it was time they got the hell out of there. He gave her bare nipple a last fast licking before tucking it into its big red cradle. He gave her cunt a nice squeeze, too, and then he rubbed his middle finger up and down between the big lips he could so clearly feel while they tangled tongues once again. He kissed all around her red smudged mouth while he rubbed at her twat and said, "Your little ol' panties are gettin' all soppin' wet, Betty. Are you one of those Betsy Wetsy dolls? Hm-m-m ? Press the right button and you wet your pretty panties? Maybe we oughtta just take 'em on off, eh? Before they get so wet and stinky you have to have your maid wash 'em in the sink while I'm busy fucking the living shit out of you."
"I don't have a maid," she said, scratching his back with her fingernails, rubbing his chest with her tits.
"Just stick with me, babe, and you'll be surprised at what you get," he told her. "Shit, let's get out of here, baby! Time's a'wastin'! "
She faced front. He fired up the Mustang and backed it up, grinned at her again, and said, "Uh, what are you doing, Betty?"
"I'm taking off my panties, darling, before they get too wet and stinky."
"Jesus Christ!" said Ed, looking around in a panic, and then looking down at the beautiful curving contours of her cunt, all hairy and warm and nice. "Better have another quick taste of that," he said, and with the gear selector jammed against his chest he got right to her clit with his tongue, diddled it all around and slipped his finger down through her slippery fat lips as he sat up.
"I thought you were in a hurry to go," she said, as she covered his mouth with kisses and petted his cheek with her breath.
"Huh? Yeah. That's an awful nice cunt you got. I could sit here and suck on it all night. One thing I can never get enough of is eating cunt," he said, and that was quite true, for Julie hardly even let him kiss her below the belt.
"Hey, Shitty-Smitty boy, rent a room!" one of the whores called out, and Ed spun around and gave her a big fat finger. He'd have gotten out and pounded her into the concrete if it hadn't been for his flaming big dick sticking out. Betty had that in hand by then, stroking it caressing it very warmly and softly through the fragrant red lace of her panties. Ed gunned the 289 V-8 and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
"Be careful of that," he said, heading east. "It's liable to go off any minute."
She laughed and sat back in her seat. She blotted and wiped with her panties between her parted legs and said, "I feel as if I've already gone off. Darling, you've got me just sopped! I may as well just throw these panties away. They smell just awful," she said, delicately sniffing them as she held them to her nose. "And they were one of my favorite pairs."
"They smell pretty goddamned good to me," Ed growled, as she held her panties for him to sniff. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of your goddamned fetishists. I'm no panty freak. But I sure as hell could get to be one in a hurry with you around," he said, and took a bite of the stinky wet crotch of her panties as it came past his mouth again, and then took a mouthful of it.
She laughed and said, "How can you stand to chew on them like that? They must taste perfectly dreadful," said she, and continued to tickle and tease them all over his face as the Mustang sped onto the freeway.
"If I can stand to eat your goddamned cunt I can sure as hell stand to chew on your fucking panties, you fucking bitch. And don't you dare throw 'em away. I'm going to have them for breakfast. So I like the taste of pussy. So what? You like the taste of cock, don't you? Well, don't you?"
"Love it," said she. She was looking down at it, expressing her love for it through her eyes, and mixing its sticky pre-seminal fluid with the cunt juice on her panties. "I love the taste of your great big cock," she said, speaking directly to it as it stood poking up through a lacy red leg hole.
"Then why don't you suck me off?" he said, and started the Mustang coasting down from its seventy-plus miles an hour.
"Suck a nice big cock," she purred, and Ed slid his seat back all the way and she began to suck on his waiting cock.
"Uh! God, but you're good at sucking cock! You really like your work. But I oughta be sucking your cunt right now. Lapping it. Sixty-nine. You know?"
She nodded and didn't miss a beat in her sucking and tongue-tickling and stroking. Fantastic.
"Give me your stinky red panties," he said. "If I can't lick you off right now at least I can smell your hot cunt. Beautiful! Ah-h-h-h! I'm putting 'em over my head, baby. I'm breathing right through the crotch of 'em. You don't have to look. Just suck that big dick in your mouth. Make it cum. Oh, shit! Oh! Oh, my God!"
He was pumping a nice hot load in her. It wasn't very big, since he'd just cum a few minutes ago, and she sucked it up and swallowed it without the smallest show of hesitation. Hesitation? Shit, she was sucking harder, pumping more diligently, even after the last of that unexpected load of his jism had gone down her throat.
"Whew! Oh, my goodness," said Ed. He petted his whore's dark head and said, "Yeah, you really know how to do the job. I always wanted to get a blow job on the freeway. Jesus, it still feels good. Can't get enough of it, eh? Whew! You don't know when to quit. God damn, that does feel good. Oo, baby, suck it! Oh, yeah, suck me off. Baby, I can cum again. Oh, shit! Shit O dear! AOW! Oh . . . my GOD!"
He was creaming in her mouth again! Impossible! And it was an even bigger fucking load than the first one. He was jerking his hips up to pump more of it in her mouth. He couldn't hold still. It was hard to stay in the right lane at seventy-five, and he took his foot off the gas to coast as his jism came spurting and flooding out of him and into her mouth, her beautiful sucking mouth. What a woman she was! She had simply demanded more cum, and he'd simply had to give it to her. He settled back down in the seat with a sigh as the speedometer needle got down to fifty-five.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, lick it clean, baby. Still up as hard as a rock, eh? I never had a blow job like that in my life. Nobody every did. Oh, baby! Baby, it's starting to feel good again! Honey, suck on it just a little bit more. Please don't stop sucking on it yet! AOW! FUCK! I'm gonna cum again! BABY! LOVE ME WITH YOUR MOUTH! AA-A-A-A-A-A-GH! You're blowing my fucking brains out! Sugar plum, angel woman, I'm gonna get even with you for this. Make me cum one more time and I'll do anything you say, any time you want. I'll lick you all over. I'll eat out your asshole. Anything. I'll make you cum a thousand times. You just make me cum . . . one . . . more . . . timer
Men weren't made to stand this sort of ecstasy. His mind might be permanently warped by it. His whole attitude toward sex might change. His balls might collapse. But if she was still willing to suck, he was sure willing to gush forth another quart of his cream. The speedometer needle had gone up to seventy-five again. What a helluva time this would be to get a ticket. As he touched the brakes she was still busy sucking his cock. He started to take her panties off his whirling head and then stopped to take a final big whiff of their funky fragrance, and as he did so his cock gave an unmistakable twinge in her hot loving mouth.
"Suck that cock!" he told her, massaging the back of her neck. "Baby, this is the big one! Stay with me now, you cocksucking bitch of a whore! Honey-lover, there's more down there in my nuts. Get it all, angel-face, get every bit of my cum! A hundred dollars isn't near enough for you. Take my car, take everything I've got, but suck that cock like you never sucked any cock before. YES! oh, my God! YES!"
She'd just been fooling around with him. This was the big one. The first three or four or he didn't know how many big cums had just been practice cums for this one. He couldn't believe how much he was cumming and how long it was lasting, and he couldn't believe he was babbling such things as, "Suck it and swallow it all! It feels so good it hurts! Swear to God, baby, the minute I get you alone I'm gonna sit you down on my face and lick your hot twat and suck it till you pass out and piss all over me. You're an angel. You're from heaven. I.. . Oh, my! Oh-h. Oh-h-h-h," he said, all slumped back in the bucket seat and dawdling along at forty.
CHAPTER THREE
They'd gone past the turnoff to Ed's apartment. "Where is it you live?" he said.
She'd pulled down the sun visor and was primping her hair in the mirror on it. She was one fantastic sucker of cocks. He still couldn't believe he'd cum all those times in a row, but he felt too all over good not to believe it.
"I live quite close to downtown. Where are we?" said she.
"About twenty minutes from there. I'll have us back in a jiffy."
He'd heard of multiple orgasms in a woman, but never in a man. He had to be some kind of medical marvel, and she had to be some kind of a super cocksucker. Almost as amazingly, she still looked good to him as they stopped for a light in making the turnaround from the freeway. With fresh lipstick on her smiling lips and her hair neat again she looked just as nice as she had when he'd first set eyes on her, which was certainly a testimony about appearances being deceiving.
Ed chuckled and shook his head as he started onto the freeway again. "That was really something."
"So glad you enjoyed it. I did, too," she said, and snuggled up against him almost like Julie did when he was all fucked out on a Saturday night and wanted nothing more than a nap. "You're fun to be with," she said. "You bring out the best in me."
He managed to hold his smile as he took her soiled underwear off over his head. He said, "And you brought out some pretty wacky things from me. Were you listening to what all I said?"
"My mouth was full," said she. "But not my ears." She took her undies from his hand and covered up his slowly softening dick with them. She patted it as if she was putting a favorite child to sleep for the night, and she said, "I thought what you said was sweet. Every bit of it."
Ed chuckled a bit and said, "I was pretty delirious there for a while. I'm not sure quite what I said."
"Oh, you are, too," she said through the prettiest of pouts. "And so am I and I loved hearing every word of it, darling. I loved sucking your cock, too. It's such a nice one. I'd like to carry it around in my purse with me and take it to bed with me every night."
"Cut it off and take it along. You might as well," he said. "It's not going to be good for anything but taking a. . . but going to the bathroom for the next couple of weeks. What a thing that was! Betty, you're hard to believe."
"I'm just a simple city girl, doing what I know best." She pecked him on the cheek and sat up straight in her seat. She crossed her hands hard across her belly and said, "Speaking of bathrooms, I've really got to go. Would you pull off and stop at a service station, please?"
"We're almost halfway to downtown. Don't you want to wait till I take you home?"
"Darling," she said, "did I make you wait for what you wanted? Be a lamb and stop and let me pee. Is that asking too much of you? Is this what you meant when you said you'd do anything in the world for me?"
"All right. Okay. Excuse me all to hell," he said. "There's a Shell station just up ahead. I just thought you'd be more comfortable doing it in your own John."
"Oh?" she said in lilting tones. "Where my darling big man could watch me?"
"Watch you take a piss? That's not exactly my bag, Betty." He chuckled as he said it, but he felt most peculiar indeed.
"Oh, that's right," she said, and patted him on the knee. "Eating pussy is your bag. You'd really better stop at the gas station, dear. I'm absolutely sopping wet. I've already made a puddle on this nice upholstery and if I try to pull my skirt down, I know I'll make a big wet stain on that. I won't be long. We'll still be home in a jiffy."
He looked her over up and down as he was slowing down to take the turnoff to the gas station. He said, "You're pretty wet, are you?"
Her full round thighs parted wide enough for her hand to enter between. "See for yourself," she said, and now held a glistening wet finger up before his eyes.
Ed took her by the wrist and guided that luscious wet finger in his mouth. He licked it and sucked it all over and looked at her smiling face sidelong as he moved it in and out of his sucking mouth just as she'd moved her mouth on his cock. He kissed in between that finger and the next, and he licked there, too.
At the turnoff's stop signal he put her hand firmly on his panty-covered cock and said, "You're the sexiest fucking woman I've ever known in my life."
"And you are a dear to say that," she said. "Go ahead. The signal's green now."
"Really have to take yourself a piss, do you?" he said as he idled across the intersection.
"Something awful," she said with a frown.
He pulled the Mustang up close to the ladies' room in back of the big Shell station and cut the ignition and said, "How are you going to get in there without getting that stinky old cunt juice all over the back of your skirt."
"I'll just have to blot myself decently dry with my panties," she said, and held out her hand for them.
"Uh-unh," said he, and held them down beside the door. "You gave 'em to me. Remember? and I'm not giving them up."
"Darling, don't be mean to me," she said, pouting again, leaning close, trying to break his goddamned heart.
He shook his head. "Nothing doing. They're mine now. You've turned me into a panty freak and now you're asking me to give you back the first of what's bound to be a big collection. Sorry, kiddo. I just can't do it."
She clucked in exasperation, just like a little girl. And she hiked her skirt up around her waist and said, "I'll just have to go in like this and hope nobody sees me. Honestly, I can't hold my water much longer. I don't know what I'll do if someone sees me walking around the car with my big old fanny sticking out and my garter belt and garters and hose and everything showing. I'm liable to get raped by some greasy old mechanic or something."
Ed had to pause to drink in the sight of her for a moment. She was all red and white and black again, with the thick pink of her pussy glistening as brightly as her garter snaps. "There is another way, you know," said he.
"What?" she said, and cocked her dark head most prettily, and thrust out her plump lower lip.
"I'll lick you dry."
"Darling, I've already thought of that. But that'd just make me wetter."
"I could keep up with it. I told you I'm a very good cuntlapper. I told you I'd lick you all over, too. Remember that? And I want to start now. And I want to start right there," he said, and he reached out and slipped his forefinger in what was probably the wettest, slipperiest cunt he'd ever feel in his life.
She watched him do it. He moved it all around in there and found her clitoris was very excitingly large. He was rubbing his stiffening cock with his other hand as he said, "Well?"
"Don't rush me," she said. "I'm thinking."
"I thought you had to piss so bad."
"I do. But I just don't think it will work, darling. I've gotten wetter already since you've started doing that to me. You're mean, that's what you are."
"Look," he said, still fingering her very warmly, using two fingers now. "I'll have to explain it to you, just how I'll do it. I won't suck on your clit. Okay? I'd like to, 'cause it reminds me so much of your nipples, so big and firm and sticking up like it is."
She laughed and said, "You'd better not. I couldn't hold my water at all if you did that. I can barely hold it now the way you keep playing around with my clitoris."
"Okay, so I won't suck on it. Not now. I'll just lick you dry, from one end of your big, wet cunt to the other. And if it doesn't work. If you get wetter faster than I can lick it up, then I'll let you use my little red panties to dry youself off so you can go inside and piss to your heart's content. That's my last offer. Take it or leave it."
She clucked once again. And once again she turned to face Ed as well as she could with one foot up on his bucket seat and the other on the floor of the car.
Her cunt was just huge. It was probably the biggest as well as the wettest he would ever encounter in his life. Scrunched down against the door the way she was, he could just about see all of her cunt, and there was a lot to see.
It was all framed in a perfectly symmetrical triangle of luxuriously thick black hair, though that of course was an integral part of the overall picture of the beautiful whore's cunt. The slit of her cunt had very heavy lips, but it was far more than a slit. It was a regular trench cutting down through her most private flesh, all glistening of merging lines, and not at all the gaping maw that he'd expected as the result of thousands of nights of walking the streets in search of guys like him-if indeed there were any more of those.
Her clitoris was in grand proportion to it all, a magnificent little finger that stood right up and beckoned as he widely spread the pink lips that tried to conceal it. The way she was sitting, he could almost see down to her asshole, but the two very plump bulges of her smooth round asscheeks effectively obscured that from his rapt view. Centered between her red garter belt and red garters and dark hose, it was truly an awe-inspiring view of robustly healthy female anatomy. He could sell a million pictures of that. His fingers were closing in on her clit once again when she spoke to him impatiently.
"Darling!" she said. "Come on!"
"Come on and what?" said he, tenderly feeling the lips he'd soon lick, idly stroking his cock.
"Lick it, silly. Lick my cunt, just like you said you would. Honeeeee. Please? You said you would." Her hands reached out to him, fingers wriggling. "Come, darling. It tastes so good and you'd be doing me such a big favor. Darling, do it now!" she said, and caught him by the ear and dragged him right on down to it.
Ed hadn't really known if he could do it. He'd kissed a few cunts before but he'd only had his tongue inside of one girl's slit prior to this one, and this one was far from being a girl. He'd seen it done often enough at the peepshows in the porn shops just around the corner from Smitty's Muffler Shop, but seeing and doing are two different things. But this was a very real cunt. And its smell was almost overpowering and it was so very wet. Once again his big fat mouth had gotten him in trouble, and this time it was only his mouth that could get him out of it.
The lips of that cunt were all soft and blubbery. With his hands on the inner thighs of the old whore, Ed swiftly licked up and down the two lips just as fast as he could. "Darling!" she said, and her fingers dug deep through his hair. It was wetter still in the depths of that trench, and Ed resolutely licked his way through it, swallowing hard against the rising gorge. He had her wadded up panties in one of his hands and was ready to use them just as soon as he'd licked his way once through her cunt, but now he decided on one more pass through the swollen pink tissues as she squirmed and said, "Oh, darling. Are you trying to dry me off, or just make me feel good?"
Ed ducked down and stuck his tongue up her fuck-hole, for that was from where the wetness really came, and she said, "Ah!"
He put some imagine movements into his tongue as he went down and up through the warm soft trench again, and she caught in her breath and said, "Good God, what a mouth you've got!" That sent him straight to her clit, and he sucked it and tongued it at once, and she uttered a sharp little cry and said, "I can't hold it back any more!"
Scalding hot urine burst forth against Ed's chin, and in less than a second he was sitting upright with the wadded up panties shoved up between her legs. He was aghast at what he'd done, and aghast at her too as she sat gasping and mewling with the panties jammed up there and her big-busted torso rocking forward and back. She stopped her rocking and looked at him, slack-jawed and quizzical. She caught her breath and said, "I'm sorry I wet on your seat. Darling, I couldn't help it. When you sucked on my clitoris like that, I. . . Oh!" she said, and a very visible tremor rippled through her body and she clutched harder still at her cunt through the sodden panties.
"I'm sorry," Ed muttered. "I got sort of carried away. Maybe . . . you'd better go inside now."
She shivered again and kissed him, kissed him again and said, "Yes."
She moved very stiffly in turning about on the seat, uttering short little gasps as she did so. The panties stayed up between her tightly clasped thighs as she worked her skirt down over her hips.
She gave him a weak smile and a glance at this stiff standing cock before leaving the car and then walked very stiffly around it in the direction of the rest rooms. Some sort of inner spasm seized her as she reached the door. Ed fully expected to see a gallon of hot pee run down from under her skirt and over her stockings as she paused to lean against the steel building, but then with a look of wonder at him behind the wheel, she went stiffly on through the door.
It hadn't closed all the way behind her before he was down with his face on the passenger seat, sniffing then licking its wetness. "I'm a fucking cunt hound and I can't help it!" he groaned to himself, beating his meat in his fist. "I shouldn't have let her go! I should have . . . "
He sat up and looked at the door. The goddammed perverted nympho bitch was in there masturbating. It didn't take X-ray vision to know that. He was paying her goddamned good money to fuck her and she was in a public toilet fucking herself with her fingers. He slammed open his door to go after her. He wasn't about to miss out on her pissing, either. That stuff was all over his chin and on his shirt front, but he was far more concerned about closing his pants with their broken zipper over the raging big hard-on he once again had. But if she'd gone in as she had, he could do it, too. With his shirt tail and his hands he concealed his prick as he scurried the few yards to the ladies' room door.
Ed's cock sprung free as he burst through the door and reeked back against it. She was sitting very erect on the toilet, looking wide-eyed into his face. The red panties were in her hand, draped over a nyloned knee, and her knees were quite far enough apart to see that no water at all was gushing down from her cunt. He stood there for a moment panting and enraged, and said, "You came in here to finger-fuck youself, didn't you!"
"Darling, no!" she said.
He took a step at her and brandished his fist as well as his cock before her face and said, "Don't lie to me! You're not pissing at all! You just came in here to make youself cum because you didn't want me to do it for you!"
"Sweetheart, that's not true at all," she said, and her beautiful face looked hurt. "You see?" She held up the fingers on both hands. "My fingers are perfectly dry, or almost. Why in the world would a woman diddle herself with a man like you waiting for her."
He dropped to his knees and kissed both of her hands, saying, "Betty, oh Betty, I'm sorry. You got me so hot and horny and crazy over you I don't know what I'm doing or saying. Will you forgive me? Please forgive me! Take my car-take everything I own-but please say you're not mad at
She kissed him and laughed, and it was utterly beautiful to hear. He laughed with her, sitting there on the floor of the ladies' room, and he kissed both her dimpled nylon knees and slipped her wet panties into his pocket. He traced the course of one of her red elastic garters as he said, "I guess I don't get to see you pee after all."
She took his cheeks in her hands and kissed him with soft fondness. She shook her lovely head and said, "You haven't missed a thing."
"I didn't? Really?"
"Really, angel mouth. Really. When you were kissing me out in the car I just. . . lost control. Darling, I really couldn't help myself."
"I know. I know."
"And then when I had to hold it all in all of a sudden, or just wee-wee all over that lovely car, I got too tense. I'll have to sit here for a while before I can pee-pee now. And I have to go so bad it hurts." She laughed and kissed him again and said, "When you came rushing in, I thought it was some woman in a hurry to use the potty. It gave me quite a start. I should have locked the door."
Ed got up and locked it, got down and rested his chin against a soft warm knee. "I'd better stay. Keep you company. After all, it's all my fault. Do you have to wee-wee real bad?"
She opened her legs and gave her lovely hairy box a soft squeeze. She frowned and said, "Something awful. And my vaginal muscles are so very tense now. You might have to wait a long time." She giggled and said, "Can you imagine what some woman would have thought if she'd come in here and seen me like this? I know I look a total mess. And I simply reek of sex. She'd have known right away what a state I was in. And she would have known right away that nasty man outside in the little red Mustang convertible was responsible for it all." She covered her mouth and giggled again and said, "She might have gone out there and raped you."
"Shit, she might have raped you," said Ed. "You don't know how sexy you look. You don't know how sexy you are. Big old tits in that sexy red bra showing. Whew!" He got up on his knees to start buttoning her blouse. "Some gay girl come in here-and there're a lot of them around-and I would have been waiting out there all night."
"You don't wait for anything," she purred, and kissed both his hands and placed them warmly on her thighs.
"Do you ever, you know, make it with gay girls? I mean, strictly business. You have to take whatever comes along. And, uh, do you? Have you, Betty?"
She opened her mouth to answer and then winced very sharply. "Oh! I thought I was going to go just then and then it just locked up tight. Darling, you might be in for a long wait."
He grinned and snuggled closer and said, "I bet I know how I could make you whiz?"
"Oh?" She cocked her lovely head to one side. "How, darling?"
"You know," he said, "Lick your cunt some more. Eat your pussy. That's what made you start to pee before, didn't it?"
"That was when you sucked my clitoris. Right here," she said, and extruded it sharply out from between two fingers.
"That's it Right there," he said, and touched it with his index finger, and she gave a little jump.
"No," she said. "I'm much too vocal at times. If I got all carried away-and I have the feeling I would, darling-I might make so much noise we'd have the attendant pounding at the door."
"Fuck him," said Ed, licking his lips, flicking her clit once again. "My baby's comfort comes first."
"And you'd kiss my clitoris till I peed?"
"Sure I would. You better-by-God believe it. I'd kiss it and suck it and lick it till you couldn't help but pee. And if you cum a couple times, so much the better. You could hold your hand over your mouth if it got too much for you."
She pinched his cheek and said, "I'd rather have your cock in my mouth. You know, that might help me pee."
Ed shook his head. "Nothing doing. You already gave me the blow job to end all blow jobs. Now it's my turn to suck you off, pretty thing. I'll do it real good, I promise. If I don't do it the way you like, just tell me and I will. Pretty please, darlin' Betty. I haven't done it all that much before, but I'll do it good for you. I've seen it done in the peep shows lots of times. That's right. I can't keep out of them. So I know a little bit about it. But sometimes I think the people in those movies just do it for show. So if you'd, you know, give me a couple of pointers, I'd suck you off really good, pretty lady."
Her rich ruby smile, beautifully smudged, was very warm and close as she said, "You're teasing me. You've been sucking girls off all your life."
"Honest to God!" he said, and crossed his heart. "I haven't, but I want to learn. With you."
She sighed and opened her legs nice and wide and scooted forward on the toilet seat. "I want you," she said. "I might scream my head off before I finally make wee-wee for you, darling. But I think it's the only way for me to get some relief. I never had to pee so bad in my life! So suck me, darling, and lick me. I'll tell you all I can so you do it just exactly right."
He thanked her and muttered, "Oh, God," and got his mouth down to her cunt. His cock was sticking up hard and throbbing against the cool nylon that covered her calf. "Just lick it at first. All around it," she said, with two crimson-tipped fingers pushing the pink finger out.
He did just as she said, all around it and up and down it and back and forth across it with his tongue. "Oh, yes. That's fine. That's lovely," she said. "But make your tongue get stiffer."
He could never make it as stiff as his cock was at that moment, but it was stiff enough, for she said, "Oh, yes! Darling, that's much better! Ooooo. This might not take long at all."
He quit her cunt and went to her mouth, and stabbed her with his hot tongue there. "Yes, give me kisses, lots of kisses," said his gorgeous lady, and he crouched to kiss her clitty once again.
She leaned back sighing. "Oh, God, that's so fucking good," she said. She shivered and squirmed all over and clutched hard at her inner thighs, spreading her legs still wider and letting Ed perform the sweet task of extruding her clitoris out for the hard stabbings of his tongue. "That's it!" she said. "Keep it good and stiff. Oooo, baby, am I ever going to cum! First give me kisses all over my cunt, and then let me rear back and cum!"
Ed very gladly obliged. He'd already discovered he was a latent cunt hound, and now he was making the most of it. Her cunt was just as wet as it had been in the car, but now he was making no effort to dry it with his tongue. He was kissing its blubbery soft sweet contours all over, and wetting his face with its lovely slickness.
She knocked his hand away and took her clit back between her fingers. There was plenty of room for his mouth all around it. "Now, suck on that!" she said. "Suck on my clitoris and suck on it good and hard, and don't you dare stop till I say so. OH!" she said, as he began.
"Uh-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-h-h-h!" She sounded as if she was cumming already. Her clit had gotten much bigger in Ed's mouth. He felt like some sort of a cocksucker as he worked it over with his lips, sucking all the time, and looking up through her short black cunt hair for her every reaction.
"Uh-h-h-h, Go-o-d-d-d!" she moaned, and her lovely face screwed up into a grimace of ecstasy, and her head rocked back and forth on the white tile commode. "Suck it! Lick it!" She grabbed a handful of his hair to hold him there. "Uh-UGH!" and started pissing as well as cumming.
It came out with such force that it splattered up from the bowl to his throat. Ed kept sucking the whore's clitoris, licking it madly, too. She wouldn't let him quit and he didn't want to, absorbed as he was in the hot contortions of this oversexed woman in orgasm.
"Eat that goddamned cunt, you dirty mother-fucker! EAT IT!" She cried, fucking her hips up at Ed's face and pulling still harder on his hair. Her big tits heaved about on her chest as she twisted and turned on the seat. They'd popped open two of the buttons of her blouse. Her soft glossy lips were now drawn back to show all of her fine white teeth, and her eyes were near squinted closed. Under the broad red band of her garter belt, her belly was undulating like ocean waves. Her thighs were softly quivering, then spasming tightly under his hands, in time with her ripping cums. And through it all she kept on pissing like a racehorse and Ed kept right on sucking her clitoris.
"Oh! OH! OHM" she cried out, and her body arched up off the seat as a truly enormous orgasm churned through her, arched up as if it was drawn up there by the force of Ed's sucking mouth. And he kept right on sucking her as she sank back again, with quivering spasms interrupting her descent to the seat of the can. Those spasms continued with diminishing force as her big body sagged into softness there on the toilet seat, her urine whispering quietly out of her by then.
Ed Luganis horsed around with her a little then. He drew back and took several deep breaths, wiped his face with his hand and gave her clit a few flicks with his tongue. "Uh! No. Wait," she murmured.
"You sure did have to piss," he said, and gave her clit a soft little licking a nice little suck that made her jerk and heave again.
"I couldn't help it, I. . . Darling, I thought I wouldn't ever be able to stop!"
He rose up and kissed her face, all flushed and hot and her mouth all quivering and soft, and he said, "Yeah, you like those kisses, eh? Lots of kisses," he said, and he opened her blouse up wide again and dragged out her tit and gave her a few more there.
"Darling, we've got to go," she pleaded. "I'm dying to get you home."
"All through pissing?" he said. He reached his hand down there and felt of it, all sopping wet and pulsing warm. "I better see if there's more."
"Darling, please, no. Really, I've got to get myself together now," she said, as Ed forced her legs apart and got his mouth where he wanted it. And when he had, she groaned and sat up and said, "Oh, yes. That's where I love it best. Suck it nice, honey. Make your Betsy-Wetsy cum for you. Oh, fuck! All those poor fucking women you've known who missed out on this. Oh, BABY!" she said, and started clawing and scratching all around where he was kissing and sucking. "OH, DARLING!" she cried, and fucked his mouth with her clit once again.
That one knocked her out even more. When that big blaster of an orgasm was done with her it left her sitting with her shoulders slumped down and her tits sagging to her waist and her arms hung down at her sides.
"Hey, we better get going," said Ed. He reeled off a long ribbon of tissue and said, "Open up. I'm going to wipe your cunt."
She did as she was told. Her face was slack as she gazed up at him kneeling in front of her. He nudged her legs farther open, got the tissue working well on her cunt, and saw that first glint of almost anguished ecstasy in her dewy brown eyes.
"What are you gonna do? Huh?" he said. "Are you gonna cum on me again?"
"Oh, baby. Ba-beeee," she said, and humped against his hand while he diddled her through the tissue, and while he tasted deeply of the mouth of a woman having orgasm.
"What's the matter?" Ed grinned and asked her. "Can't you turn it off?"
"I've got to," she said, seeming close to weeping. "We can't spend the whole night here. Darling, I've got to get you home."
"Sure, baby." He made her twitch and dance on the toilet seat with a few more tweaks of her clit. "Get up from your throne, queenie. Get up and we'll wash up and hit the road."
Ed had to help her to the sink. She washed her hands and rinsed her face and shook her head to clear it, and behind her Ed rubbed his naked hard-on up against her ass and reached around her to heft and squeeze her heavy jugs. She was still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Hey, Betty," he said. "Do you like to fuck, too?"
She leaned back against him. "If you don't get me home and fuck me soon, I don't know what I'm going to do."
"I know what you're going to do," he said to her. Just a pat or a pinch in the right place would bring on one of her little orgasmic spasms now. "You're going to have yourself another little cum before we leave this place."
She turned around in his arms. Her pouting look was still a pretty good one, even with the remnants of her lipstick just a wide pink smudge around her mouth. "Darling, take me home and fuck me now." She shook her head and said, "I don't know if I can take any more of that beautiful tongue of yours."
He shook his head and said, "Well, we're just going to have to find out, aren't we? Because I'm the boss, right? Now lift up your little skirt, honey-pot, and give the old cunt-hound what he's got to have."
"You're so mean," she said, "to spoil me like this."
"Even ladies of the evening have a right to get themselves spoiled now and then."
She pouted again and said, "But I'm just a whore."
"Okay, whore," said he. "Lift up your skirt and give me some more of that cunt."
She stood smiling nicely with her heels and her knees tight together and her skirt up about her hips once again. Her clitoris was so much engorged that its little pink tip was protruding out through her fleshy big cuntlips on her wet parted hair. Ed could see it very clearly crouched down on his knees again. He kissed it and licked it alternately, never once touching her body with anything but his lips and tongue. In less than a minute she was moaning and groaning again and saying, "You're wonderful. Oh! I love your mouth on me. Lick it. Oh, yes! Now suck it! Suck and lick, suck and lick, oh, oh, oh-h-h-hH!"
He had to help her into the car, not an easy task at all while at the same time trying to keep his hard cock within his fully open fly and look relaxed and casual about the whole thing. Once inside, she collapsed in the passenger seat and Ed got the Mustang going and onto the freeway again. He pulled up her skirt as he drove. He diddled her clit with his finger as he drove, and before they were off the freeway, he'd made her cum again.
She groggily gave him directions until he'd parked the car in front of a shabby old three-story clapboard rooming house in a decrepitly ancient part of the city's center. The lights from the windows were pale and yellow. The porch was sagging. Ed had to help unlock the front door to get into the shabby old place.
The rugs were all threadbare and the stairs were narrow and steep. Ed had to help her to mount them. Cooking and other unidentifiable smells hung heavy in the air. He told her it was a lousy place to live and she agreed and said it was all she could afford till she earned a few more dollars. The only good thing Ed could see about it was that no one came out to bother them as he helped her along up the stairs to her place on the topmost floor.
The stairway narrowed there. She was getting more and more tired. Ed got behind her and put his hands on her hips and pushed her on up. The wet spot she'd feared was there on the back of her dress. It was right in the center of a perfectly formed big ass. He thought again about all the crazy promises he'd made to her while she was sucking him off in the car, and he thought again about what a kick it was to make her cum. And so he stopped her with his hands when her feet were on the second from last stair to the third floor and he worked up that rust colored skirt for a good close look at her ass.
"What're you doing? What now?" she said.
"That's one great big beautiful ass," he said. "You better rest right here for a minute while I get a real good look at it. Just lean over and put your hands on the top stair. That's right. Jesus, that's really big and round and white, smooth and warm and soft. Big old buns, they come right apart. Mm-m-m-m. Bot bad. Do you like this sort of thing, too?"
"Ah-h-h." She wriggled her asscheeks against the cheeks of his face. "Stick your tongue right up there, darling," she whispered. "Right up my ass and then wiggle it all a. . . oo-o-o-oooo. Darling, we'd better go inside. Now."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ed helped Betty fit her key in her door and turn it. With the door a few inches ajar they stood on the landing and sucked on each other's mouth. They entered still nuzzling and kissing with his hand squeezing her tit and hers in charge of his cock. It could have been the bridal suite of the Queen Mary, as far as Ed Luganis was concerned, until a cheerful voice called out, "Is that you, Betty? I'll be right out!"
Ed first saw the girl framed in an open doorway, and all through his life he'd never forget her like that. He saw her from over Betty's shoulder, for they were still embracing in the middle of the room. So the girl couldn't see Ed's naked cock, pressed as it was against Betty's belly, but nevertheless there was anger and shock on her clear young face.
It was a small, pretty face, even with its pink lips open in surprise and its blue eyes regarding him with frank disapproval. Her hair was long and blonde, but darker than blonde now because it was still damp and stringy from a recent shampooing. She was slender and slight and her complexion was fair and pink. All she had on was a little nightie. It had been white once and printed with bright cartoon characters, but now it was dingy gray, and the pigs and the mice were drab figures indeed. There was a tear near its once frilly hem and its once frilly shoulder straps were now frayed and thin. All of the baggy old garment was thin, laundered so many times as it had been. Her high, sharp little breasts were trying their best to poke through it, and through it Ed could see the hint of just how slim she truly was. Her arms were like pipe stems that ended with tightly balled little fists and her legs almost equally thin, just starting to take on the lines and curves of a woman's lower limbs. If he had to guess, he'd have said she was about fourteen years old. If he'd had to make a comparison, he'd have said, 'If Betty looks like an Indian Princess, that girl looks like Tinkerbell.' But Ed didn't have time for any of that. He was too busy trying to hide behind Betty as she turned around to face the angry little girl.
"Hello, honey," Betty brightly said. "Looking at television? You can go right back to it, dear.
Tsk! Why on earth are you wearing that ragged old nightie again? I threw that away in St. Louis."
"And I dug it out of the trash and kept it, because I like it. It's my favorite and I'll wear it whenever I want."
"Now, Kim. Let's not get snippy. That's not ladylike at all. I'd like you to meet my friend, Eddie," said Betty. "Eddie, this is Kim."
Ed had succeeded in concealing his prick, thanks to its quite sudden reduction in size, but still his fly was open and half hidden behind his left hand as Betty stepped from in front of him with a courtly smile on her face. He was smiling very fixedly as he extended his hand in the direction of the scowling girl and said, "Ed. The name's Ed. I'm a friend of your-uh, a friend of Betty's."
Betty had stepped to a mirror hung over a dresser in the shabby little living room and was quickly and adroitly applying fresh lipstick to her mouth and primping her hair into place. He was left with his hand sticking out as the girl made not a move to come forward. From over her shoulder Betty said, "I'll be entertaining Ed for a while tonight, Kim. Now, say hello to Ed like the little lady I know you can be, and then run on before you miss the rest of your television show."
"Why should I say hello to him?" said the girl.
"I'll never see him again. Or at least I hope I won't."
Betty sat down her purse and turned to face the girl in the doorway. Kim faced her with narrowed eyes and with lips that were tightly compressed. Betty's voice was soft but firm as she said, "You'd better apologize to me and to Mister . . . to Ed this minute, young lady. That is no way at all to behave before your elders."
The girl promptly stuck out her tongue at Betty, and Betty was visibly taken aback. "I apologize for this unforgivable rudeness, Ed," said Betty. "And Kim will apologize, too."
"Oh, that's okay," said Ed, chuckling and sidling toward the door. "Kids will be kids. Your daughter, eh? Lovely girl. No need to apologize at all. I've got to be going anyway. I didn't realize how late it was. I'll be calling you, Betty, when . . . "
"Ed," said Betty, and went to him and took his hand, dragged him back to where he had been. "There's no need for you to leave, no need at all. Kim is going to shake hands with you like a lady, apologize to you like a lady, and then like a good child go on to bed while we go right on with our plans. Come here, please, Kim."
Ed was still trying to edge away as the girl sauntered forward, holding out her hand as she came. But when he held his hand out, she quickly lifted hers to her face and held her nose and said, "Pee-yoo! Where'd you meet this one? In the toilet at the bus stop?"
Betty gasped and Ed took a fast step back. The girl covered her mouth and giggled, until Betty grabbed her by her ear and marched her off toward the door through which she'd come, saying as she went, "This is something I'll have to take care of right now, Ed. I'll only be a minute. Make yourself at home, but don't you dare walk out."
"Hey, Betty!" he called, but the door slammed shut.
He wasn't about to stick around there. He found his comb and whipped it through his hair, got his shirt tail in his pants and made his fly at least look like it was closed. He washed his face in the sink, for the living room was also the kitchen and the dining room, and he was hastily wiping himself dry on a tea towel when the door to the other room opened and Betty's smiling face and her shoulder, bare except for the red bra strap, moved into view.
"That's right," she said. "Just make yourself at home. I'll only be a minute."
"Look, I've really got to go," said Ed. He fished out his wallet and took five twenties from it and laid them on the scarred Formica table. "I just can't make it tonight."
She pointed a long white finger tipped with blood at him and said, "You're staying right where you are, darling. I want you tonight. And I don't want to go looking for your pretty face at the muffler shop tomorrow."
She blew him a kiss and disappeared. The door was now open, and she'd hear if he tried to work the old knob on her door. Besides, she'd come after him and probably get him fired the next day if he didn't stick around in this terribly sordid situation with the working whore mother and her pathologically deficient child.
* * *
And sordid it was, indeed. There was either a gray or a yellow cast to everything about the tiny flat. How could anyone expose a mere child to this? The porcelain of the sink top had turned to gray and the wallpaper had long since yellowed. The sofa was older than he was and the stuffing was oozing out of it and both chairs had been broken and mended and broken again. There was a nice set of luggage placed here and there around the perimeters of the room, indicative of their recent trip from St. Louis, and worth a good deal more than all the apartment's furniture put together. The stove top was cracked and crusted with rust and the curtains were thinner than cobwebs. Even without the girl's presence in the next room Ed wouldn't have stayed in a place like that any longer than he had to, but now he had to stay for at least a little while longer for one of his worst fears about associating with whores had been fulfilled, and that was the threat of blackmail.
He probably had a disease already, too. Back to the sink he went, scrubbing his completely flaccid penis with the bar of soap there, in doubt about the cleanliness of the soap itself. He scooped up a double handful of water and gargled it while he looked quickly about for some whiskey as a disinfectant, and he choked and the water spluttered out when he heard the sound of a very loud slap and an echoing yelp of pain.
The hair rose on the back of his neck. The whore he'd been going to fuck was a child-beater as well. He had to help that kid, no matter how she'd insulted him. He looked warily toward the door. Maybe it was already over with. He winced all over at the sound of another violently sharp slap and took two small steps toward the door. The television was still playing in there, softly and cheerfully, with occasional laughter as its background sound. Kim's voice was shrill as she said, "Goddamn you, Betty, don't DO this to me!" Three more sharp slaps and Ed was staring in through the partly open door.
* * *
Betty had stripped down to her red lingerie and hose and hells. Kim was still in her shabby nightie. Betty was seated on a sagging bed and Kim was stretched out across her lap. Betty was faced so that Ed was looking at her in three-quarter profile and Kim was facing away from him on her stomach. Kim didn't have any pants on under her tacky old nightie. Her bottom was small and very round, and already very pink from the application of Betty's good right hand.
Even as Ed gaped that hand was applied once again, resulting in another loud slap and the wild kicking of Kim's little bare feet against the threadbare bedspread. Betty spanked her again on her bottom and left her right hand lying there on the growing pink spot as she softly said, "Now will you be a good girl and go out and meet my guest like a little lady?"
"No! I hate him! And I hate you, too!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Each of the very sharp blows caused Ed to wince just as sharply, while the young girl went wild on the bed. She was kicking and screaming and squirming so much that she almost fell off Betty's lap, though the big-busted woman held her left hand firmly in the small of her narrow back. Ed didn't know at all what to do. In his anxiety he found he was clutching nervously at his balls, and he went right on with this, still not knowing what to do.
A woman had the right to spank her daughter, didn't she? And Betty was Kim's mother, wasn't she? And the spanking was really more noise and color than pain. He thought it might be best if he stayed and monitored it, ready to step in if any sign of true cruelty showed up in the parental chastisement.
And there was a lot of color in it. In her kickings, little Kim was inadvertently exposing a very pink crotch to his very direct gaze. She had a darling little pussy, from what he could see of it. Its natural pink was many many shades deeper than the rosy pink now suffusing her little round bottom. Her asshole was pinker than her bottom, too, a tiny little pucker of pink that looked too small for any useful purpose at all.
Of course, none of the girl's young fresh pinkness was any match at all for the overwhelming reds of Betty's big brassiere and tight garter belt. But now, with Betty's blouse taken off her exceptionally shapely torso, Ed saw that it wasn't such a big brassiere at all. Its central band was quite narrow, looking scarcely enough to support the weights of those two big conical melons that jiggled and jounced so firmly with the rhythmic spanking of Betty's errant daughter. The shoulder straps of the lace red bra were as thin at bootlaces, thin enough to bite quite deeply into
Betty's soft marble shoulder as her arm rose and fell and rose again.
In fact, the band of Betty's garter belt was broader than the band of her brassiere, even though it had only the weight of her garters and hosiery to support. Tension, of course, was more of a factor than weight when it came to garter belts, and Betty's immaculately clinging hosiery could not have been much tighter, seated erect on the bed as she was with ninety pounds of squirming weight spread out across her thighs. The garter belt was working just as hard as the brassiere was, and this could be attested to by the soft and not at all unattractive bulges of creamy woman-flesh that showed at every boundary of the belt and of the garters themselves. Perhaps it was the drabness of the room itself that showed the reds and pinks and whites so bright in contrast. Or it might have been the extra bright illumination of the large bare bulb that hung from a frayed rubber cord from the ceiling. But whatever, they were vivid enough to be impressive even in the midst of this scene of domestic chastisement.
Betty was certainly giving her daughter a sound spanking, Ed decided, and it was still making him nervous enough to fidget and rub at himself. Her womanly heavy arm was raising high enough for him to see how neatly she'd shaven under her armpits. He looked at Kim's little pussy again, but she was corkscrewing so on Betty's soft lap that he couldn't be sure if she had any blonde hair there at all over the glowing pinkness. That was still the pinkest part of her though, even though her entire diminutive bottom and the topmost parts of the backs of her fragilely thin thighs had grown pink from the pounding they'd taken.
The sound of it all was not nearly so distressing to him by then. The loud flat reports of Betty's right hand had become so rhythmic as a heavy heartbeat, and could almost be ignored. Kim's loud and angry outcries had faded away to anguished sobs and then diminished to tearful blubberings as she learned her lesson about her manners with a guest. Unseen people on the television set were still laughing away.
Betty stopped with her hand on Kim's reddened bottom and turned her lovely face to smile at Ed. She'd known he was there all along. He smiled back and nodded his approval at her disciplinary methods and asked with his eyes and a beckoning figure if she'd join him in the living room. She raised a finger to let him know it wouldn't be long at all.
And then she pointed at a dresser top that stood beside the door and said, "Eddie, darling, be a dear and bring me that bottle of herbal lotion."
"Betty, no!" Kim quickly whined, and twisted about on her lap to look back at Ed through panicked and tear-filled young eyes. Her entire young face was streaked with tears, but Ed only saw it for a moment before Betty firmly turned the girl about, in the proper position across her lap for any further spanking that might be necessary and repeated her request to Ed.
He took a sideward step into the tiny bedroom to show her the helplessly stiff condition of his cock, and Betty just shrugged at that and said to her daughter, "Relax, Kimmy. Everything's going to be all right now. I think you've learned your lesson, at least for now.'. '
"Bett-neeee!" said the well-spanked girl. "I don't want him to see me like this."
"Darling, he already has seen you like this. And I'm sure he's seen a great deal more than you've got to show him. He's only going to help you feel better now. And you're going to be nice to him and to any of my other friends, from now on. Ed, bring that lotion."
There was no way he could hide all of his flaming erection as he entered the room and picked up the bottle from the dresser top. To make him all the more embarrassingly aware of his condition, the beauteous Betty looked straight at it and pursed her lips in a silent whistle and then licked those lovely lips. But when Kim twisted about to see what he was doing, he did manage to crouch down beside her near nude body and Betty's nyloned knees in time to keep his cock concealed from her view.
Ed held up the bottle of lotion to Betty and she shook her head and said, "Ed, I'd like you to meet Kim. Kimmy, this is my good friend, Ed."
"H-how do you do," said the weepy girl, and held out a hot little hand to him.
"Pleased to meet you, Kim," he murmured, as he held her hand in his paw.
Kim winced and turned about on Betty's lap again, lying flat across it again. "It bur-r-r-rns!" she said. "My whole fanny just burns like everything. It hurts all over!"
"Yes, darling," said Betty, petting the girl's narrow back. Ed's brought you some lotion. Hell put it on for you."
"M-maybe you'd better," Ed stammered, but Betty smiled and shook her head, and the little girl said, "Ah-h-h-h."
The herbal lotion was a pale creamy green. It hissed out of the plastic bottle very softly as Ed drew patterns with it over the bright round pink of the girl's swollen buttocks. She was drawing her breath in sharply, as if the application of it was painful, and Betty's voice was purring and soothing as she said, "There, there. It will take all the sting out of it, dear. We'll rub it in," she nodded to Ed, "and you'll feel so much better."
He pointed to himself and she nodded again. He had put too much of the lotion on the girl's little fanny. It was drooling down from the perfect pink spheres of her buttocks and into the shallow crack of her ass, and if somebody didn't do something about it soon it would drool on down over her pussy and onto Betty's legs and maybe ruin her nylons. It was clearly up to Ed to do that something and, man of action that he was, he did it.
"Oh!" The girl gave a little outcry and flinched when Ed's big hand was placed on her hot little bottom, but the combination of Betty's soothing words and the cooling effect of the lotion soon calmed her down. And her bottom was quite hot. It was swollen, too, so that the skin felt far more taut than Ed expected it to feel. His hand slipped very easily over it in spreading the green greasy stuff carefully and evenly over the little twin mounds. Green suffused into glistening pink as he tenderly worked over the tender flesh, and his rewards were a warm little kiss from Betty and a girlish wriggle from Kim as she sighed, "Ah-h-h-h."
"Feeling better, honey?" said Betty.
"Yes. Ooo. But it still burns," Kim said, and wriggled again and opened her legs just a bit.
Ed saw for sure he'd used too much of the lotion. A long thick drool of it was down the crack of her ass and oozing on past her tiny asshole. It was tickling her. He could tell from the way she was squirming now, and clenching her buttocks together. Strictly in the interests of the girl's further comfort he quickly and efficiently slipped his long middle finger down through the crack of her ass and back, and she giggled and said, "That does feel good."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Does it?" said Ed, and did it again, this time with more attention.
Pale green still showed against the pink and he had to slide his finger several more times through that warm and shallow groove before it was shining just as pinkly as the rest of her sexy little ass. Her asshole felt extremely firm. It was nothing more than a very pronounced dimple there in the sweet trough of her fanny. Warmed by the heat of her body, the lotion now smelled very good. Ed took great lungfuls of its scented fragrance and clearly smelt the fresh and slightly sweaty scent of the girl through it as well. Exhaling, he blew his soft breath over her upturned bottom to further cool it, and she giggled and wriggled and said, "That tickles. But don't stop."
Ed took his hand away and blew his breath all over that sweet little ass just before his eyes.
"Whew-w-w-w-w! Whew-w-w-w-w!" His breath whistled softly out of him as he tried to cover every square inch of the curving pinkness with a cooling draft of air, while with his hand he quickly stroked some of the itch out of his stiff standing cock and gave Betty's ankle a squeeze just to know he hadn't forgotten just why he was there. The lotion was really something. The warmer it got from her body and the closer he got to it, the better it smelled. A guy could get high on that, he thought to himself, and he backed off a little dizzy and picked up the plastic bottle and looked at it and said, "What's in this stuff, anyway?"
"Wormwood and sweet balsam and pine oil," said Betty. "And all sorts of secret herbs. You'd better use a little more on her, dear. There's plenty."
"Oh, yes," Kim happily said, and wriggled her gleaming pink bottom in happy anticipation.
"Whoops," said Ed, as once again he used too much.
The drool down the crack of the girl's little ass was much bigger now, and it took more massaging to work it all in. Her legs came farther apart to accommodate this, and Ed was using three fingers to work it all in along the inner curvings of her buttocks and down through that crack and over her asshole and almost all the way down to her hairless little pussy. And he could see it was hairless now for his pursed lips were following the course of his fingers down between her farther parting legs.
It was a sweet little thing she had there, so very different from what her mother had between her legs that it seemed like a totally different female organ. Of course, Kim was little more than an infant now. In years to come she'd sprout hairs between her legs and grow fat lips there and develop the ability to lubricate that part of her cunning little body even better than Ed was doing then. Now she simply looked so pretty and sweet there that Ed had to smile as he very gently worked in the soothing salve that had oozed on down to the tiny girl's tiny cunt.
"Oooo! That tickles good!" she said, and she spread her legs further still and wriggled her little bottom as a very happy puppy might do.
Ed glanced up at her smiling mother, then down at Kim's glowing young bottom again and said, "Does it?"
"Ooo, yes!" said the girl, and now she arched her slim hips up as if asking for more of it.
Ed chuckled and moved the ball of his finger in slippery circles within the dimple of her asshole, saying as he did, "It tickles more than this?"
"I don't know! It just. . . oooo-whe-e-e-e!" she said, as in her archings and wrigglings, the ball of Ed's finger slipped right up inside her little butt hole.
"Easy, Kimmy, easy," Ed said, and he held his free hand on the small of her back as he eased the first joint of his finger out of her butt hole and back inside it again. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"Huh-unh," she murmured, moving to feel it some more.
"Ed wouldn't hurt you, darling," Betty purred, caressing the back of Ed's neck and the shoulders of her daughter at the same time. "He just wants to make you feel good."
"It does. Oo-o-o-o-o, it does!" said little Kim, for now with the help of the most soothing lotion fully half of his finger could slide in her tight little ass.
She was starting to tremble and quiver. Ed said, "Just relax, little girl. I just want to make you feel good."
"Ooo, you ar-r-r-re," she said, and in her soft and constant writhing one of her legs slipped off her mother's lap to expose a wide angle view of her hairless pink crotch.
Her little pubis was perched right on top of Betty's knee. As smooth as that nyloned knee had looked before, it now appeared rough as sandpaper pushing up between the slim thighs of the softly crooning girl. She made a disappointed sort of mewling sound when Ed at last removed his finger from her butt hole, a sound which evoked such sympathy in him that he had to slide it back in again.
"ooo, yes-s-s, " she whispered, again and again, as he worked his finger in and out from its tip to its knuckles.
"You . . . you are making me feel good now," she said in a rush, and lifted her hips higher still, this time to quickly scratch at her pubis.
Once again Ed glanced up at her mother; once again Betty smiled in assent. "Where? Here?" he said, and by extending his little finger he was easily able to touch within the very prim lips just below where his index finger was moving in and out of her asshole.
She gasped and said, "Yes, there!" She giggled and said, "All over there." Ed smiled and withdrew his finger from her butt hole to devote all his attention to where she might need it the most.
Soon he was running his fingers all up and down through the meager but highly interesting little slit of her vulva. He'd misjudged the girl's sexual maturity, it seemed, for already her little cunt was blessed with the ability to secrete quite a respectable amount of warmly slippery lubrication that came from no bottle. She even had a little clitoris, from what Ed could feel of it, a tiny imitation of the outlandish big thing between Betty's legs that Ed had been so mad to lick and suck on just a short while before.
It was only a firm little place in the top of her vulval slit. But small as it was, that area proved that it was as mature as the glands that secreted her cunt juice. It was utterly fascinating to see the small agile movements of her body increase as Ed's finger moved over that spot again and again. It was fascinating too to see how the inflamed pink of her bottom had faded to almost the same hue as the rest of her increasingly blushing young form. Of course her crotch was still a very pronounced pink. The girl might not know it, but she was getting hot, and that was just one place where it was showing up.
It was also showing up in her quicker breathing and in the little sighs and moans she made as Ed massaged and diddled with her cunt and asshole and vulva and clitoris. She'd be as passionate a woman as her mother when she grew up, he thought, as he blew his warm breath over her firmly quivering buttocks and felt of their satiny firm texture with his cheek.
"Oh, gosh," she whimpered. "Oh, Momma, what's he doing to me now?"
"I just. . . " Ed started to say, and Betty just went on smiling and stroking his head and Kim's back, saying, "It's all right, dear. You're in the best of hands." She reached down and gave Ed's hard cock a soft pull while she kissed him deeply on the mouth, and rising again said, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Kimmy darling."
She wasn't exactly relaxing. She was frankly panting and pulling at the bedspread now as Ed placed his most gentle kisses all over the dear little bottom that had been so cruelly whipped such a short time before. She'd forgotten all about that pain by now. Not that the memory span of children is so short, but because of the very nice sensations Ed was bestowing upon her now. Ed knew this, he was proud of it, and was doing his very capable best toward increasing those nice sensations.
When he moved his mouth down and slipped his tongue up in her asshole, she groaned and she shuddered and said, "Oh-h-h-h, it's so big! And it feels so good inside me!"
Ed eased Kim over on her back before using his tongue in her cunt. Betty helped him turn her over, for by then little Kim was enjoying it all to be too concerned about moving. Ed entered the tiny fuck-hole with his tongue. Using a finger in such a sweet young place would be almost a sacrilege. And already his tongue was fitting better and sliding easier in and out of that perfect little hole that would, if she followed in her mother's footsteps someday be stretched and pounded by thousands of big hard cocks.
Her flavor was superb. Already Ed was feeling like a connoisseur of pussy. It had a subtle flavor to it with only the merest hint of that funkily robust flavor of hot twat that had started him on his career as a cunt-hound. It was a flavor that one would never grow weary of over years of tonguing this twat, a flavor that one might never get enough of. And Ed wasn't getting quite enough of it just then, what with the way Betty's daughter was thrashing about and raising a fuss.
"Oh, gosh! Oh, Mommie! Oh, Jesus! Oh, gosh!" She was squealing so and gyrating so that Ed's tongue kept slipping out of her future fuck-hole, and now as it did so one time too many he fastened his mouth on her clitoral spot and sucked softly, holding her squirming hips down with both his hands. He licked it as well, of course, and his expertise in matters such as this proved to be almost too much for the impressionable young girl.
"I never felt anything like this in my life!" she wailed. "I didn't kno-o-o-o-ow! Nng! Mommie! Uh . . . uh . . . ooooOOOOOH-H-H-H-H!! ! "
Unless she was a self-abuser-which Ed wouldn't put past her, what with the upbringing she'd had-it was probably the first orgasm she'd had in her life. He had no doubt at all that she'd never forget it. He wouldn't either, standing up on his feet as he was now with Betty warmly stroking his cock and him holding Kimmy's tight pubescent butt in his hands, holding up almost the whole weight of her diminutive body and sucking her cunt nice and steady while he looked down over her elfin form to her contorted and squealing face, her damp hair spread out on the bed about her shoulders. Her heels beating a tattoo against his back felt like the touch of butterfly's wings. She was so light he could lift her up and down and get his loving tongue all through her crotch from one end to the other, helping her to cum and cum again. He licked her till she was all relaxed-or perhaps passed out-and then he laid her gently down on the bed beside her mother.
Ed sighed several times as he looked down on the form of the girl who'd been so naughty on their first meeting. There was a little smile on her face now and her blue eyes were closed, their long lashes touching cheeks still marked with the course of her tears. He could only see one of her titties. The other was obscured under the rumpled folds of her favorite nightie. The one he could see, though, was as sweet and pretty and fresh as her pussy, so pink and white that it seemed almost unreal. Her little cunt was real, though. He could still taste it as he smacked his lips, and he could see it, too, pinker than ever and, it seemed, slowly pulsing to the beat of her little heart.
Ed pointed at her and said, "I like her. She's basically a very nice girl. Sweet. It's a shame, though, that you have to raise her in an environment like this." He sighed again and said, "Now, where were we, Betty dear?"
She was still stroking his cock. His pants had somehow gotten down around his waist along with his shorts, and when she suggested he take off his clothes, it sounded like a good idea. He did so admiring the dormant beauty of the girl on the bed before him, thinking ahead to what she might look like as a woman, but knowing he'd always see her in just this way.
Kim stirred and smiled and opened her eyes just a crack. Her tiny hand roved down to between her legs and her mouth turned up still more as she touched her well-kissed cunt. Betty was rolling Ed's balls in her hand at the time and this she continued to do as Ed put one knee on the bed.
"How are you doing, honey?" he asked of little Kim.
"Mm-m-m-m," she replied through her smile, and her one hand cupped her little cunt more firmly, and her other hand roved across her little titties till he could see them both.
"Here," he said. "Shall we just take this right off you, dear? I know it's your favorite, but I'll get you another just like it. There. Isn't that better? Such a pretty girl. So sweet. Did you like it when Uncle Ed kissed your little pussy? Sure you did. It made you feel good, just like I told you it would. Do you know what else feels good?"
She shook her head and grinned, the little imp, but she knew very well what he was talking about. With the head of his big man-sized cock gently nosing around between her legs, it would take a real dumbbell not to know, and this little streetwise girl was sharp as a tack.
"Are you going to . . . do it to me?" she said.
"Well, I don't see why not," Ed purred, and he took his big cock in hand, and he softly rubbed its eager nose against her little crotch. "Not if it hurts you, of course, but I don't think it will. What do you think, Mom?" he asked of the still smiling Betty.
"Not if you get it nice and wet. Nice and lubricated," she said, and Ed nodded gravely and Kim watched with interest as he guided the big rosy head of his cock up and down through the tiny wet slit of her cunt.
"Oh!" said Kim, when he'd pushed some of himself inside her.
He stopped at once. "How does it feel?" he said.
"Feels fine!" said she, but taking all precautions, Ed withdrew and resumed sliding the length of his cock through the length of her cunt till he had his member all glistening wet with her dew and he had her all panting and pink again.
"Ther-r-r-re," he said, sliding the head of his cock in her cunt with relative ease and comfort.
"Ooo," said Kim, writhing delicately under him.
"Wait," said Betty, and with her fingers she spread Kim's cuntlips, and then said, "There."
"Ahhhh. You see, it does go in," Ed said reassuringly.
"Oh. Oh, my!" said the girl, looking down at the very tight union with the hint of alarm in her face.
Ed drew it almost out and pushed it in again. Again and again. He was starting to sweat just a bit with his concern over the girl's welfare. He certainly didn't want to hurt her, and he certainly didn't want to leave her to the hands of some rough child molester now that he'd come this far with her. It was something that simply had to be done, something she'd thank him for at some later time in her life. And if she was anything at all like her mother, that wouldn't be too far in the future.
Ed uttered a loud cry of anguish now, for blood had appeared between the enormously thick shaft of his cock and the incredibly tight orifice of Kim's cunt. "Are you all right?" Betty asked.
"Yes," he answered. "It's just that.. . Oh-h-h-h-h . . . OH!" he cried, and started fucking the girl.
A man wasn't responsible under those circumstances. When a man was cumming from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair, he just I couldn't be expected to hold still and gentle. Quite remarkably, Kim was keeping right up with him in his sudden and uncontrolled heavings at her. The resilience of youth, he thought, as he grunted and groaned and rolled on the bed with her, lifting her up and throwing her down, and fucking the billy blue blazes right out of her.
He was cumming so much it was frothing out from between his pistoning prick and her fully stretched cunt. And the pearly foam was tinged a rosy pink. He was fucking her so hard his cock was hot from the friction of tightness, and she was fucking him right back. He was nearly strangling himself to keep from whooping and shouting, but she was squealing away at the top of her lungs, saying, "OH! YES! DO IT!"
He did it. Ed did it. He fucked that little girl as hard as he'd ever fucked any grown woman in his life, and when her fantastic tight cunt had squeezed every droplet and dribble of cum from his cock, it still held him tight inside, pulsing with life and expectancy while Ed lay panting and sighing on his back and the fourteen-year-old daughter of the whore he'd picked up lay sighing and clinging on top of him.
CHAPTER SIX
Ed Luganis' big hard-on had to be allowed to shrink to a completely flaccid state before it could be removed from the girl's cunt, and even then he expected to hear a sound like a cork coming out of a Champagne bottle when she at last rolled off him.
He couldn't help her. He was shot. He couldn't move. He'd had far more sex in the last few hours than he had in a normal month, and it had taken something out of him. His prick hung wetly between his legs like an oyster in Davy Jones' locker. His body was tingling all over and he could breathe, but -that was about the extent of it. He couldn't move, not even enough to get his eyes open to find out if he could see. He could hear, but he had no way at all of reacting to what he heard or ever to reflecting intelligently on it. He was shot.
"Now, wasn't that nice, Kimmy?"
"Oh-h-h-h. Oh, Betty. He was so . . . big!"
"Yes, dear. A fine big man. You'll meet many more men like him in your lifetime. Or perhaps only one-the man you'll marry."
"Oh-h-h, Betty. It still feels good. It hurts, too, but it still feels good. And he kissed me down there. Betty, he really did kiss me down there! Betty, what're you laughing about? Didn't I do it right?"
"No, darling. You did it all perfectly fine. And I'm not really laughing. I'm just feeling very good because you feel so good and Ed feels so good and on top of that Ed gave me enough money so that we can pay for a few days rent and buy some groceries and a few other things we need to get."
"Oh, wow! I want to get some Twinkies. A whole big box of them! I haven't had any Twinkies since we were in the place where it rained so hard we almost drowned."
"That was Amarillo, Texas, honey. And, yes, we'll get you some Twinkies, but not too many. They're not good for your pretty teeth. And we'll have to use some of the money for vitamins and some school books for you. Even though you're not enrolled in school right now, you're going to have to study."
"Oh, I hate studying. I'd rather just go out with you and meet men like him and . . . and do that all day long!"
"We'll see about that. But even if it comes to that, you're going to have to learn something besides . . . fucking."
"Fucking? So that's fucking. Wow! When can I do it again."
"Well just have to see about that. But remember, a girl can't do much fucking if she's rude to the men she meets. Kim, what's the matter?"
"Darling, what is it? Oh, dear, you're in pain. Darling, where does it hurt you?"
"It doesn't really hurt. I don't know why I'm crying. Oh yes, Betty. Hold me like this and I'll be all right in a minute."
"There, there. It will be all right. Go ahead and cry, Kimmy. The pain will stop soon. Everything will be fine, just fine. Go on and have your cry. It's all part of growing up. And when you're all through and feeling better, I'll show you a nice surprise."
"I'm . . . I'm all right now. Do you really have a surprise for me. Where is it, Betty. Can I have it now? Oh, don't make me wait."
"Well, it's not something you can have all for yourself for a while, but it's certainly something you'll greatly enjoy. It will make things so much easier and so much more fun for both of us. Come here, dear. I'll show it to you now."
"Where is it, Betty? Why can't I have it all now?"
"There. You see. That one right there."
"Really? Really, Betty? Oh, it's just beautiful! Red's my very favorite color in the whole world and I just love convertibles!"
Ed sat up on the bed and said, "Not my convertible, you don't!" As they turned to face him from the bedroom window he was still talking fast and hard, saying, "I don't know what I said before, I was out of my head with sex, but I'll be double dog damned if I'm going to give up that Mustang convertible for a goddamned piece of . . . "
They both looked very surprised. Betty's look of surprise faded quickly into one of grim-lipped sadness, while little Kim's pretty face twisted up in a knot. Ed said, "Really," He said, "A hundred dollars is a lot of money for a couple of hours of.. . uh, well, it's a lot of money to me."
"Ed's a downtown businessman," Betty explained in a soft voice to Kim, who was bitterly weeping into her little hands, but Betty's eyes were anything but soft as they remained focused on Ed. "And businessmen aren't noted for their generosity. Even when it comes to ten-year-old automobiles."
"Hey, it might be ten years old," said Ed, "but it's worth a lot more than your average ten-year-old car on the street. I've almost completely rebuilt it! I could get two or three thousand bucks for it from the right buyer!"
Betty either wasn't impressed with this or hadn't heard him. She was quite busy comforting Kim, who was weeping quite loudly by then, and petting her little bare shoulders and saying, "Don't worry, dear. Well work together and get a car soon. I know a place we can go and . . . "
"Hey, no!" said Ed, and jumped up off the bed, then quickly sat down with his hands in his lap when he saw just now naked he was. "You're not going to take her down there, are you? With all those other. . . with all those . . . It's dangerous down there. And it's no place for a girl like her."
Kim stopped blubbering long enough to ask Betty, "Do I still have to be nice to him?"
Betty kissed her and sighed and said, "No, dear. You don't really have to."
"I just hate you, you . . . you . . . you . . . " she said, and stuck out her tongue at him. She managed to smile as she hugged her mother, saying, "Don't cry, Mommie. As long as we stick together, everything will be okay."
Ed threw up his hands and got up from the bed and picked up his fallen pants. He fished through the pockets and took his car keys off the ring and said, "Take 'em. Go on, take 'em."
Though Betty's strong face seemed composed she was weeping quite heavily. The tears were streaming down both her fair cheeks and off her chin and splashing down on her still proudly thrusting breasts. Infected by her mother's tears, little Kim was once again sobbing, a little naked child with a thin trail of blood running down her leg, valiantly trying to comfort her mother with a spinkly arm about her shapely waist. But Betty's voice rang true through her tears as she said, "I'm sure we'll manage to do without an automobile for a little longer. I.. . we had no idea that a car that old meant so much to you. But then you're a businessman, aren't you."
Ed climbed into his pants and strode over to where they stood together by the window and opened Kim's hand and stuck the keys in them. "I don't want that old junker," he said. "I mean, it's not a junker, it's in very good shape, but a businessman like me needs a newer car than that." He turned his back on them to put his shirt on and to give them a chance to recover from their tears. In his haste to put his pants on, he'd only gotten one of his legs through his shorts, but he wasn't about to correct that minor discomfort just then.
Tucking his shirt in he said, "I've got a '76 Seville anyway. I don't need that Mustang and I'm glad it's got a new home. The left rear tire's got a slow leak. Watch it if you go back on the road. But the schools are good here. You might consider staying. Not in this neighborhood, though. Don't worry about that little tick in the motor when it's cold. It's just a heat riser and not a bad valve. And if you want to restore it all the way, all it needs is.. . Aw, hell. Just drive it. Have a good time with it. But watch that left rear tire."
"I don't know how we can thank you," said a purr that went with the warm touch on his left arm, while from the right came a giggle and the words, "I do!"
"Where are my shoes?" he said. He stooped and got them and put them on, saying, "I think I'd head for Florida or California if I were you. I hear there's good jobs in L.A. And it gets colder than a well-digger's toenail here pretty soon. Phoenix is nice, but there's no decent jobs. Oh, yeah. Listen, once in a while the key switch won't start the motor. On the Mustang, I mean. Just push the gear selector as far forward as you can and it'll make contact and fire. I gotta get going now. If you ever need a muffler, look me up."
He had to pause for a farewell kiss from little Kim, and then to briefly admonish her about the value of a basic education. That wasn't easy to do with her holding the keys to his goddamned car in her hand.
Betty followed him to the door, kissed him again when he'd opened it and thanked him for his generosity once more. She said, "You know you can stay all night if you want, Ed."
"Naw. I forgot. I've got a Chamber of Commerce meeting to go to tonight."
"There's a pay telephone in the entryway. You could call a cab."
"What for? Hell, it's only a couple of blocks to my shop, and my Cadillac's parked right around the corner from it."
"I'll never forget you for this, Ed," she said. "And neither will little Kimmy."
He coughed in his hand and waved her thanks aside and started to go, and she said, "And don't you forget about us. You're welcome here any time, Ed, any time at all."
"Oh, sure. Yeah, I'll be seeing you again. You take care, you hear? And take care of that sweet little girl."
He was at the top of the landing by then, right where this same woman had been standing when he'd kissed her fat ass, and it made him feel uncomfortable to stop at that particular spot when she spoke his name again. He answered her, "Yeah?"
"The registration papers? To the Mustang?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll bring 'em into the shop tomorrow. You can pick 'em up there any time between nine and five tomorrow, all signed over and everything. G'night."
"Good-night, darling," she purred, and her big tits almost spilled out of her stupid red brassiere as she bent over and blew him a kiss.
But Ed was the one who was stupid. That was as clear as the cool night air outside. Trading a near perfect Mustang convertible for a blow job and a piece of ass, and throwing in a hundred dollars to boot? That was stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he sang out to the unwinking stars up above as he rounded the comer and headed down the hill toward seamy old downtown Holtville at night. Of course Betty and her kid could use the damned car better than he could, but of course he'd spent all the money for it and done all the damned work on it. But if its possession could turn the woman's life around and help get her daughter on an even keel in life, wasn't his sacrifice well worth it? Supposing it was-which he doubted, already seeing his little red Mustang curled up around a light standard on the freeway leading out of town-but supposing his sacrifice did change their lives for the better, just how could that be explained to Julie?
"I met this nice mother and daughter and gave them my car, so it'll be a little longer before we can get ma-" No, no, no, that was out of the question.
"It was stolen, Julie, believe it or not, right out of the shop. And would you believe it? The insurance company said they didn't get that premium check you saw me mail two months ago." No, even if he could get her to buy that-which he never, never could-it would also involve filing a fraudulent police report, a thing he could never do.
"A whore gave me this tremendous blow job," he said in a loud clear voice. "And I popped her little daughter's cherry after having gone down on both of them, front and rear, and so I gave 'em my car and a hundred bucks and what do you think about that?"
There was only a drunk lying sleeping under a street light, and he didn't think a thing about it. There was a bar a few doors down, too, and Ed turned into the sleazy place with a thirst like a raging inferno. He was just in time to hear Howard Cosell say ". . . . and that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes our telecast of one of the most brilliantly executed football contests that this reporter, and I'm sure the Giffer and Alex will agree with me, has ever had the pleasure of witnessing during this or perhaps any season's broadcasting of the Monday Night Football Game. And now, until next Monday night. . . . "
"Gimme a beer!" Ed shouted above the noise of the buzzing crowd, and hauled out the whore's sodden panties and plunked them down on the bar.
He muttered a curse and hurried out of the place. He was going to jam the damned things down over the head of the sleeping drunk, but then thought better of it. "I've lost my car," he said to the bleak old sidewalk, "and I've lost a hundred dollars of Frank Horton's money. I've probably lost Julie as well. But I'm not going to lose these red panties. I'm going to take them home, you understand? And cut out a little piece of them and hide the rest in my bottom drawer. That little piece of these panties is going into my wallet. I'll carry it with me wherever I go, and if I ever, ever get the urge to fool around with a woman I haven't been properly introduced to, A FUCKING WHORE!" he shouted, "then I am going to take that little piece of these panties out of my wallet and I'm going to chew it up and swallow it while I think about what A DAMNED FUCKING FOOL I MADE OF MYSELF TONIGHT before I say so much as one single word to that woman."
The squad car pulled up beside him then. Ed said, no, he wasn't drunk, and he let them smell his breath and he went through a series of acrobatic stunts on the sidewalk to prove he wasn't drunk, stunts which caused his inadequately donned boxers to slide farther and farther down his pants leg. The cops let him go after he promised not to shout on the streets any more, and he went on his way. His shorts fell down over his shoe at about the same time the squad car rounded the corner, and he kicked them high up in the air and trod on them as he walked on to the shop.
Two blocks from the shop was a liquor store. Ed had four singles in his wallet. Why not blow the works? He bought half a pint of hundred proof and opened it the minute he was safely locked inside Smitty's Muffler Shop at 10th and C in Holtville. It was all he could do to swallow the first swill he took of it, but by God, he got it down. He sat on Frank's desk and sipped it slowly then, going over the ruins of his young life and waiting for a whore to show up at the bus stop so he could go over to her and strangle her with the red panties. He held them in his hand, all ready for her, but by then it was late enough so that the evening traffic was gone and the whores were all home with their pimps, who'd seen every minute of the game.
And Ed was alone and half drunk and he had a hard-on. He couldn't explain its presence as he sat there with his bottle in one hand and her panties in the other. Maybe he really had broken something inside with his excesses and he'd have to go through life with a constant hard-on. Maybe he had to take a leak. It really didn't matter, and the only result of his thinking about it was that it was getting comical.
Yes, he was laughing about it, drinking his whiskey and setting the bottle down, stretching the panties in front of his face and rubbing his dirty nose in them. He laughed even harder when he'd put them back over his head, and now when a late whore showed up at the corner he stuck his thumbs in his ears and waggled his fingers at her and said, "BOO!" to her through the big window. He waved his hard-on in his hand at her and said, "What can I get for the change in my pocket?" And he laughed and he howled like a hyena when she wriggled her hot little ass at him from the windowsill of a car, and then got in that car and was taken off to fame and fortune.
He laughed all the way to the wash room. He giggled as he ran cold water over his prick to soften it up to a point where he could pee, then exploded with laughter when he found his bladder was empty after all.
Ed tried out When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano while he was kicking his pants off and climbing into the little red panties. It came off pretty good, and he belted it out with some volume as he roamed around the darkened shop, snugging up the panties, then stroking his big hard cock, then snugging the panties up once again.
His whiskey was all gone. He opened Frank's safe and dropped the empty bottle inside, waving good-bye to it and giggling on his hands and knees, then locking it up tight again. He was getting a little cold, especially his legs. He found his pants at last and put them on, got out a fresh pair of coverall and got into them so he'd be warm through the night and all ready to go in the morning, and he settled down on the shop cloths and the coveralls in the storeroom for a good night's sleep. He was smiling as he drifted on towards sleep, and he cleared his throat to say, "Fuck. If I had it to do all over again, I'd do the same damned thing."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Four-twelve for one," said a voice from the grave.
"Four-twelve it shall certainly be," said another, sounding a whole lot like Frank Horton's.
Ed wondered if someone was catching a bus, he wondered why he was lying on the floor of the storeroom. His watch told him it was six o'clock, too late to catch that bus, and the light through a crack in the steel panel wall told him it was six in the morning. The crack looked into Frank Horton's office, and by holding a sandpiper eye up to it he saw that Frank's conversant was a black man in the blue coveralls of a city maintenance worker. With that mystery solved, Ed rolled back on the bundle of rags he'd managed to sleep on and thought about the mystery of how half a pint of clear brown fluid sold over the counter throughout the city could reduce a hundred and fifty pounds of healthy young manhood to a parched, burning, gut-rumbling wretch with an aching head. He wanted to lie right where he was all day, all week, while his problems somehow solved themselves, but the demands of his wretched body made that impossible.
There was a First Aid kit in the store room. He crawled to it and with shaking hands managed to get four aspirins from it The water cooler was in the storeroom, too, and Ed washed the aspirins down with paper cups of the wonderful stuff, then fastened his mouth on the plastic spigot and held the button in and sucked till the fire in his gut was at last flooded out. Then he lay on the dirty rags and coveralls alternately dozing and hearing strange voices talking bus schedules until his wrist watch told him he had to get to his feet and begin the slow process of rebuilding his shattered life. Was it worth the effort? he asked himself. No, he replied, but he had to get up anyway, before his bladder burst.
Lest Frank spot him, Ed crawled to the wash room. He got up on his knees to urinate, fumbling through his coveralls to get to his early morning erection and relieve himself, and encountering the whore's red panties tight around his loins, he collapsed across the toilet and wept.
He was done; he was through; he was finished; he couldn't go on. If the toilet was larger, he'd have crawled down through it. But he had to go on because he was a man, of sorts, and because above all things else in the world he had to piss. Erect on his knees again, with the cause of all his troubles in his hand and with his whiskery cheeks streaked with tears, he grimly waited for the pressure of his water to overcome the pressure of that stupid, mindless piece of gristle that thrust so obscenely over the elastic waistband of the filthy whore's filthy red panties.
But it wasn't the whore who was filthy. No, she was nothing more than a human being in trouble, and desperate to do whatever had to be done to save her child from starvation. It was he who was the filthy human being. It was he who'd sought her out and paid her for having perverted sex with him, paid her for her baby's virginity, then put on her soiled underwear and gone off to sleep with a wish on his lips to go through it all again. His car and Frank's hundred hadn't been remuneration enough for her. And he had not suffered nearly enough for ruining the life of two human beings, his own and that of his beloved Julie. He would have to break up with Julie. He couldn't let her marry a person as crass as himself, not even if he could somehow recover the dowry that had been his beautiful little red Mustang. He would break up with her, very tragically, and then devote his life to aiding women so desperate they'd turned to prostitution for a living-old ones, with whom he couldn't get in trouble. And as a penance and as a symbol to himself of his martyrdom, he would not remove those disgusting lace panties until they fell off his perverted body in dirty red threads. He repeated that vow in a low croaking voice, and only then was he able to pee.
He washed and shaved in the wash room. He looked far more presentable than he felt when he slipped out and went right to work. Frank soon came strolling into the shop area, one of his brown paper bags in his hand, and said, "I didn't hear you come in. Uh, where's your car?"
"Sold it last night," said Ed, busy on the Cutlass.
"Get a good price for it?"
"Well, good enough."
"Good, good. Guess you'll be getting together with your girl pretty quick now."
"Pretty quick," said Ed, and went to the stock room, while behind him Frank said he was going out for a little walk.
The lunch wagon that came at ten o'clock and the credit Ed had with it saved his life. With cheeseburger and coffee and pie in his belly, he could think clearly again. Quite surprisingly, the only real change in his plans he came up with was that he would do his good works with children, and not with overage whores.
At about eleven o'clock, when Frank had come and gone several times with his brown paper bag, and when for the moment he was out again, an angry young man drove up in a '65 Valiant. Ed had seen this type before and was quite prepared for it when the man ordered a new muffler for his old car and said, "For two cents I'd drive the damned thing over a cliff. Instead I have to spend fifty bucks for a muffler because some stupid cop thinks this stupid car makes too much noise and smokes too much. I should have taken it to court. I should have brained that cop. I should have left the car where it was and taken a bus."
Ed put the car up on the rack and got under it. He'd thought about doing something like this many times before, and now he surprised himself as he looked up under it and said, "It's a darned shame."
"Huh?" said the man. "What is?"
"U-joint's about to go and you've got a crack in the differential housing. See here? And you've got a bad oil leak starting in the main bearings. You probably would be better off to sell it. You could probably get a hundred for it from a junk yard. Maybe a hundred and twenty if you sold it to Southside Trade School. I'm one of the teachers there. We need old junkers like this down there to teach the kids repair work."
They settled on a hundred and ten, which Ed got with sweating hands from Frank's safe, along with the empty whiskey bottle that had been miraculously covered with one of the brown paper bags in there. As soon as the guy had walked off with the money, Ed welded a patch over the muffler and parked the car around the corner. When Frank came back, Ed said he was going to lunch, and he then drove the Valiant, complete with its signed over papers to Holtville Auto Wholesalers, just five blocks away, and sold it for three-seventy-five. He walked briskly to the Y and rented himself a shower stall and scrubbed from head to toe. Back in his dressing cubicle, he regarded the soiled red panties for only a moment before climbing into them again, for he was a man who lived up to his every vow. He was back at the shop by twelve-thirty and after returning the money he'd borrowed from Frank he had a tidy profit of a hundred and sixty-five bucks in his pocket. That afternoon he worked it again on a '69 Falcon, using his own money this time, and by the time the first whore of the day made her appearance at the bus stop at 10th and C, he was three hundred and twenty-five dollars to the good and thinking that he just might be able to get together with Julie pretty quickly after all. He had to chuckle to himself at the crazy notion that the little red panties he had on under his fly-less trousers and coveralls were lucky panties. True, they'd brought Betty a fine little car and some money and he'd been wearing them when he'd been wheeling and dealing on cars that day, but all he really owed to them was the almost constant erection he'd had ever since he'd gotten up that fine day. He worked a tearfully angry woman for a '71 Dart that would need some extra work and he'd just parked it around the corner next to Frank's Seville and trotted back to the shop when in came his little red Mustang convertible with Betty smiling from behind the wheel and Kimmy beaming at him from the passenger's seat.
Ed glanced quickly about him and leaned in on the passenger's side, the closest side, and whispered, "What're you two doing here?"
"We came to get the papers for the car," said little Kim, and she touched his elbow, and she playfully pulled at his little finger. She looked just as cute as a button with her golden hair in braids and her eyes bright and her lips so glossy pink. She was wearing a darling little green dress through the vee neck of which Ed could see she hadn't worn a training bra over her taut pink titties, and whose skirt was so short he could glimpse just a bit of the snowy white crotch of her panties as she sat in the bucket seat with her colt's legs sprawled out in all youthful innocence.
"We decided to take your advice and head for Florida," said Betty. She didn't look bad herself, even though she was wearing pants. They were black and made of satin, with quite a sharp crease running up the center of her full round thighs and with pant legs flaring wide enough to almost obscure her shoes. The pants were very tight around her hips, flowing over them with smooth, unbroken lines. A white long-sleeved cable knit turtle-necked sweater covered those luscious big tits that Ed had yet to see in their full glory, and her face and her hair were as lustrously done as before. She was indeed the strikingly handsome woman that had attracted Ed the day before, but his gaze somehow strayed to that tiny patch of bulging white between Kimmy's legs as he spoke to the two.
"I don't have the papers with me," he said. "They're at home. After the Lions Club meeting last night I stopped and had a couple of beers with some of the other downtown businessmen and I didn't want to take a chance with my Seville with alcohol on my breath. I slept in the, uh, hotel. I'll have them here tomorrow. I hope it doesn't delay you too much."
"Well, we have checked out of that rooming house you hated so much," said Betty. "And after getting the few essentials we needed and setting some money for gas aside, we don't have much left. But I suppose we could find an inexpensive hotel room for the night."
"Who wants to go to Florida?" said Kim, and she playfully pulled on two of Ed's fingers, as if she was milking a cow. "I like it here. I'd like to stay and play with Uncle Ed some more."
"I would, too, darling," said her mother. "But we should be moving on."
Little Kim made a horrid face at her. She fidgeted about in the bucket seat in her frustration and scratched at her tiny, white-covered pussy, then grabbed Ed's dangling hand with both of hers again and looked up at him and said, "D'you know what I really want?"
He shook his head, no, to the lovely young girl, smiling down at her with all of his heart, and she said, "I'd like to see your Seville, that's what I'd like to see. Where is it, Uncle Ed?"
"Oh, around the comer," he said, thinking what an absolute knock-out she'd be when she grew up, and watching how the sunlight was caught and held by the hair of her lovely head and those exceedingly fine little hairs that were more like down on her thighs.
"Could I see it, Uncle Ed? Could I sit in it just once?" she cooed, nipping and nibbling at his hand in such a charmingly childish way that he couldn't refuse her.
Betty said she'd look after the shop for a moment. There were no whores or pimps around and Frank had just left on another of his downtown excursions, so it was safe enough to leave with the girl for a little while. Ed wouldn't get caught slipping off for a few minutes more. It was his lucky day.
Kim held Ed's hand as he walked her around the corner. She was skipping along beside him. There were little green ribbons in her shimmering hair and she looked just exactly like springtime. She oohed and aahed over Frank's white Seville and trailed her little fingers over its graceful lines, but no lines could be more graceful than those of her legs as she leaned in the window so far that the seat of her cute little girlie panties showed beneath the hem of her diminutive skirt.
"Get in," said Ed. He opened the door for her. "It's got nice soft upholstery." She was still squirming her little bottom ecstatically on it when he'd taken the seat behind the wheel.
"What do you call this kind of cloth?" she said, with her hands roving over the seats and her bottom still wriggling on it.
"Velour," said he.
"Oooo. It feels so good," said she, in perpetual motion. "I never felt anything so nice.. . almost," she said, and she gave Ed's right hip a small pinch, and she giggled at how he jumped.
He felt he was blushing. He was having a hard time holding still himself, and he couldn't help glancing again at the little white bulge of her panties as he said, "Oh, you've felt nicer things than this."
She pouted even prettier than her mother did at times, and she drew a little pattern on the side of his leg as she said, "Why do I always have to be with you to feel nice things? I wish we didn't have to go to stinky old Florida."
He patted her hand and held it in his. "You'll probably like it there. And you haven't left yet. Enjoy yourself while you can, that's my motto.
"Five little fingers scrabbling between his hand and his leg made him give a start. She withdrew her hand to stretch back on the red velour seat so far that still more of her little panties could be seen, and then she rolled over against him, arms about his neck and knee drawn up on his lap and said, "I think I'll just enjoy myself right now."
"Now, now," he said, petting her while she stretched on him like a lazy kitten, amazed at how well her little curves fit into his big hands. "We'd better get back to your mother."
"Betty? Oh, she can wait a little bit," said the darling, affectionate girl, and settle herself more warmly on him, squirming in happy comfort.
His left hand encircled the small of her back. His left had fallen quite naturally on her fanny. The diminutive length of her skirt couldn't help but expose her panty-clad bottom to his touch, and Ed couldn't help but move his hand just a little there because in her panties her bottom was glossy smooth. She had one arm slung about his neck and was playfully scratching at his chest with her other hand and wrinkling her pretty little nose at him. She was sliding her right thigh up and down his left. In this position the length of Ed's stiff cock was quite frankly pressing against little Kim's tummy, and if he hadn't fucked hell out of her the night before the contact would have been most embarrassing indeed. He was embarrassed enough as it was, but he couldn't help smiling and petting her more as he said, "Really, we'd better go back."
"I don't want to," she pouted, and her hand scratched on down to his waist. "I want to play," said she, and it crawled right in between their eager bodies.
"Honey, not here," said Ed, lightning bolts flashing through him each time her fingers touched his cock as he 'tried to gently extricate himself from her clinging embrace. And that was not an easy thing to do, for she was as squirmy as a warm pink snake on him and her hand was forever in motion.
Ed tried to simply heave her up off him and onto her seat, and back she came on top of him, whacking him solidly in the nuts with her knee and laughing and laughing at the grunt he made. She just wouldn't let him alone. She was tickling him and trying to undo his coveralls and all Ed could do was defend himself, while everywhere his hands encountered satiny girl-flesh and glossy nylon panties and hard little titties. He'd never known any human being could be so active! And the focal point of all her activities, it seemed, was rubbing against his cock, and through it all she giggled and laughed so much that he had to giggle right along with her.
"Money!" she said, as his profits fell out of his pocket, and she picked it up and threw it in the air. And while Ed was reaching all around them for the fluttering greenbacks, she ripped open the front of his coveralls and said, "And what's this?? ? " The fly was still gone from his pants. He could i fix cars, but he had no talent with zippers. And I now with his coveralls and his pants front wide I open, there were Betty's soiled red panties to be , seen, with the ruddy red knob of Ed's cock sticking up out of their waistband. I "It's a penance," he explained, quite futilely trying to cover it up. "It's something I had to do to I as a sort of a reminder not to . . . well, it's hard to explain. It's something you wouldn't understand," I he muttered, with his face surely just as red as that flesh that she had in her hand. Her hand went from the head of his cock to her I mouth and she giggled and giggled and giggled, I saying, "Betty's panties! You're wearing Betty's I red panties!"
"Goddamn it, I'm trying my best to explain!" he said. "It's not what you think it is!"
"It's panties!" Kim squealed much too loudly. "It's Mommie's panties on Uncle Ed!" she said, wild in her giggling now, and wild in her squirmings, too, as her laughter doubled her up on his lap and her hot little hand kept hold of the flaming head of his cock. "Do you always wear panties?" she managed to say.
"No, no, no! You don't understand!" he said, and neither would anyone else who might be attracted to the car by the squeals of the squirming young girl. "It's a penance! It's not what you think it is!" he said, getting ever more twisted up with her as her laughter died down some and her determination to keep hold of his prick increased.
"Little lacy panties on Uncle Ed's big old cock! Wait till Mommie hears this!"
"No, no, NO! You can't tell her that!"
Ed was furious now, desperately so. And now he threw her off him and onto the red velour seat again, only to have her bounce back on top of him like a pink and green rubber ball.
She was up even higher on him now. She'd lost her hold on his prick with her hand, but regained it again with her loins. Now she had both arms about his neck so tightly he couldn't break them away and at the same time shove her off him and the squirmings of her pantied loins and naked thighs against him were making him more desperate still.
"If your nasty old cock likes panties, make it wear two pairs!" she said, and down went her hand and up went his cock, up inside her panties, too.
The leg hole of her panties was so snug he didn't know how she'd gotten his cock inside it so quickly. What with the way she was clinging and squirming again, it would be a helluva lot harder to get it out than it had been to get it in. And she was giggling and teasing him about it all and he was cursing and trying to explain quite ineffectively and that made it all the worse. Between the elastic waistband of her mother's red lace panties and the elastic leg hole of Kim's white rayon panties the base of Ed's cock was getting a rasping it wouldn't forget. But the badly swollen head of Ed's cock was getting quite a different sort of frantic massage between the front panel of Kimmy's panties and her flat little tummy.
Ed tried to talk seriously to her. "Kim, wait just a minute. Hold on now. Your mother's going to get worried about us. Kim, don't!"
"I want to play," she said. "You're not going to stop me. Let's have fun! Like you said!"
"Not here, somebody'll see us!" he said, though by then she had him all scrunched down across the front seat of the Cadillac where he couldn't even see out, still tickling and squirming and laughing and humping against him like mad. "Kim! Stop! Please!"
Suddenly Ed was laughing and groaning and cumming all at the same time, and still the wiry little girl persisted with her fingers and her pubis as his laughter and his jism spurted and coughed and poured out of him in a delirious torrent. She didn't even know what was happening to him, or at least he didn't think so, and so in his tumbling orgasms he squeezed her asscheeks and felt of her cunt through her panties and thrust himself up through them too till his gushing prick came against her hard little titty.
"Ah-h-h, oh-h-h, baby, do it all you want!" he said in a rush, hugging her to him and feeling every bit of her he could, squirting torrents of love juice against her near virginal flesh.
But now there was new pink color to her cheeks, and she was grinding her pubis hard against the very base of his cock and saying, "Oo, Uncle Ed! Ooo, Uncle ED!"
"That's it, baby, cum with me, oh, it feels so good!" he moaned. "Fucking and sucking and whores in red panties and little girls like you!" he said, and took a deep breath and squirted still another time against her slippery satiny body. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, baby. Oh, Kimmy. Oh, my-y-y-y. . . . " Frank Horton could have poked his head in the window then and Ed Luganis wouldn't have cared.
Kim pushed herself up from his chest and said, "What happened to you?"
"Same thing that happened to you," he said with a grin and a slap on her ass, a slap which he felt in his balls.
"Gick!" she said as she looked down at the front of her very badly rumpled dress, all spotted and streaked with his cum. "Whatever you did, you got it all over me and my new dress, too!"
A twenty dollar bill was lying conveniently near his hand. He picked it up and waved it at her, saying, "Buy yourself a new one."
"And you tore my nice new panties, too!" she said, and at last got his deflating prick out of them with a yank.
"More where that came from," said Ed, and found another bill on the floor and handed it to her with a happy sigh.
She got off him and he moved his legs so she could sit in the passenger's seat. She looked down at her dress. It was a mess of wrinkles and pecker tracks, and to Ed, sighing and lying back with his coveralls open and the knob of his cock peeping out of the lacy red panties, not an unattractive mess at all. But Kim clucked and said, "What am I going to tell Mommie?"
Ed sat up at once and covered himself up and said, "Try not to tell her anything. I mean, you've got to tell her something. And it isn't as if we hadn't fooled around before. But look. You don't have to tell her about, well, what I happened to have on. You know?"
"You mean her panties?" said Kim, and started to giggle again.
"Look!" said Ed. "It's just not what you think it is, if a girl your age can think at all. What I mean is that girls your age don't understand about penance and things. Vows. You know? No, you don't, and stop that damned gigglin. Look," he said again. "As a personal favor to me, just don't say anything to your mother about the fact that I was wearing her underpants. Okay? Is that asking too much?"
She giggled silently behind her hand, looking down at his buttoned up crotch. She rocked with her silent laughter, and Ed angrily scooped up the scattered greenbacks and handed her another twenty and said, "Just shut up about it. And let's go."
He tried to shield the mess he'd made of her dress as they walked back around the corner. A couple of whores were at work now and one of them called him a cradle-robber, which went right over Kim's head. The Mustang was still there, of course, with its new and unregistered owner in it, and Ed saw with relief that Frank Horton was nowhere to be seen.
Ed opened the door for Kim to enter the car, and Betty frowned down at her dress and said, "What happened, dear?" Then she looked up at Ed and shook her head and said, "Oh. I see."
"It was an accident," Ed muttered.
Kim whispered something in her mother's ear and Betty patted her knee and said, "I know, dear. I know."
"I'll have the registration papers here tomorrow at this time," said Ed. "I gotta go back to work now. See you later."
"Fifty dollars?" said Betty, as Kim whispered in her ear again. "Ed, how generous of you!"
"Any time," he said. "See you tomorrow. Gotta go now."
Once again the whisper in Betty's ear, and now a look of surprise changed to a smile on Betty's ruby lips and she looked at Ed and nodded her head, smirking, as Kim giggled behind her hand. "Bye-bye," they said, and the Mustang drove out of the driveway. A hotly flushed Ed walked stiffly back into the garage, picked up the propane torch and took it in the wash room with him, took off the damned red panties and burned them to a cinder before flushing them down the toilet and going back to work.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ed was supposed to attend his motor mechanic classes at the Southside Trade School that night but instead he put what he'd learned so far into practice and worked on the '71 Dart. After Frank Horton left the muffler shop at five, Ed hurried down to Pep Boys and bought points and condenser and spark plugs for the car and came back to the shop and installed them. The engine still had a very noticeable miss in it, plus the rod-bearing noise that he didn't like at all. He thought about it while he made a repair on the leaky muffler which was responsible for bringing the car in to him, a repair that would surely last for at least a thousand miles. This repair, however, only made the bearing noise and the motor miss all the more audible, and Ed was starting to think that he might have been taken in by the woman's tears and bought himself a lemon.
He wandered about the shop thinking about it. He called Julie and confirmed their regular night out for dinner at Luigi's the following night. He reset the points and stood listening to the knocking, faltering motor and watching the whores at work at the bus stop and feeling the hunger pangs in his gut. He changed the timing and when this caused no change in the motor's performance, he closed up shop and walked toward the better area of down town Holtville for a bite to eat.
A few of the stores were still open there. One of them caught his eye, because it was a ladies-wear store and in its show window was a pair of red panties exactly like the ones he'd so recently burned, just like the ones he'd had on when he'd pulled off his successful deals on the Valiant and the Falcon. Ed Luganis was not a superstitious man. It was ridiculous to think the panties had had anything at all to do with his success as a tune-up man and a hustler of cars. Still and all the notion persisted while he treated himself to a steak dinner at the New Holtville Biltmore, and on completing the hearty meal he hurried back to the ladies' wear shop just in time to buy the panties before the store closed at nine o'clock.
"Yes, please. Gift wrap them," he said. "They're for my wife. An anniversary present. I'm getting her some other things, too, of course, but I thought she'd like these. She likes red, you know."
He felt ridiculous walking back to the shop with the beribboned box in its brown paper bag tucked under his arm. It was a wacky notion but he had to do something or be stuck with the damned Dodge Dart. He felt even more ridiculous putting the panties on himself in the wash room at Smitty's and peering back over his shoulder as if one of the whores at work at the bus stop might divine what he was doing and burst in on him and ridicule him more. The panties probably wouldn't be lucky, anyway, coming fresh from a store instead of from the tainted loins of an over-aged whore.
But somehow, with the tight red panties on under his trousers and coveralls, Ed went right to the root of the problem. It was nothing more than a break in a spark plug wire, and it was so close to the plug that he was able to shorten the wire and make the car run perfectly. It still knocked, however, and Ed concentrated on this while he roamed the shop and watched the comings and goings of the whores and their pimps and wondered how much he could get from Holtville Auto Wholesalers for a car with a very bad bearing.
He thought he might go out for some dessert, but he didn't relish the idea of walking around on the streets with the panties on. Suppose he got hit by a car and woke up at the emergency hospital with the nurses giggling and pointing at him? Bad news indeed. One of Frank's lunch bags was on the desk. Ed looked in it and found a banana, not one of his favorite fruits, but good enough in a pinch. He'd taken just one bite of it when something he'd heard popped up in his brain and he hurried to the Dart with it and started up the motor. He took the skin off the banana and pushed the fruit in the oil-fill hole, planning on driving the car home whether this experiment worked or not. The bearing knock diminished and then disappeared, and Ed was beaming at the smoothly running engine and fingering the lucky panties through the buttons of his coveralls when a voice from behind him made him jump.
"Hey, Daddy! You want to sell that car?"
It was one of the pimps from the corner. Behind him at a respectful distance were two of his girls, looking bored while the pimp excitedly explained that he had a high-paying gig for the girls in a town in the neighboring state and had to have some transportation immediately. Ed said, no, the car wasn't for sale, that it was his own personal transportation and that he couldn't take less than nine hundred dollars for it, spot cash. When he was alone in the shop again he took off his coveralls and pants and sat on the floor in Frank's office to count all the money he'd made that day and then just sit there smiling and holding it in his lap while he watched the whores working the corner at 10th and C. Deciding not to take any chances on the success of his next day's dealings, he kept the panties on under his clothes as he bedded down in the store room.
"Five-sixty-eight, and it better be good."
"Five-sixty-eight it shall certainly be."
"Seven hundred and forty-three for two bucks!"
"Sounds like a winner to me."
Frank and his strange conversations with the early morning downtowners kept Ed from sleeping as long as he wanted to next morning but he was feeling singularly good when got up and slipped into the wash room and slipped on out to his job without Frank's seeing him. His lucky panties were still working. He made a quick one-eighty-five on a '68 Bug in the morning and cleared two hundred more on another Valiant in the early afternoon. He had the makings of a hard-on all day long, and a fat pocketful of money.
Ed expected Kim and Betty to come at any time then. He still didn't have the Mustang registration papers with him and so the girl and her mother would just have to wait for another day before they left town, if they expected to leave with his car. If little Kim was in the mood for some play, he'd make it worth their while to stay over. It wasn't that he wanted to make a whore of the girl. But after all, she obviously liked him and liked to play around, and if a little money changed hands in the course of it, who was the loser?
At about two o'clock he went into the wash room and took the red panties off and destroyed them and the evidence of their existence. He wasn't about to be embarrassed again by their accidental discovery. The day turned sour after that. Frank raised unusual hell because the shop was dirty, and Ed had to clean it up. No sense taking a chance on losing his job now that he'd found out how to make some real money at it. He had three very nasty muffler jobs in a row, one belonging to a man who was so bitchy and complaining about it that it was all Ed could do to keep from punching him out. The compressor broke down and he had to fix that. Frank made him sweep the whole parking area which brought him into close contact with the whores at the bus stop, and each of them, after propositioning him, teased him so unmercifully that when he returned to put the broom away he was blushing hotly from the roots of his hair to the knob of his cock. When Frank left at five, Ed sat gloomily down in his chair, resigned to the tedious fate of going to go to Luigi's for dinner once again. At five minutes after five, simultaneous with the arrival of his little red Mustang, the telephone rang. Ed was looking at Kim bouncing out of the convertible as he talked on the phone to Julie.
"What's that?" he said. "You have a little headache? Aw, what a shame," said Ed, looking at Kim as she skipped up to the door with a lovely young smile on her face and with not a pain in her body.
"Maybe we shouldn't go to Luigi's tonight. All that heavy food," he said, as Kim entered the room with him, absolutely sparkling in her brand new yellow dress with a miniskirt, her long blonde hair brushed out till it shone, that impish smile all over her lovely young face.
"I really should study, anyway," Ed said, as from behind him Kim kissed him on top of his head and he reached back to give her bare leg a friendly pat.
He swiveled around to watch little Kim, snooping and peeping everywhere in the office with the curiosity of a kitten. "Matter of fact, I'm not feeling so hot myself. Something I ate for lunch. Why don't we cancel out on tonight and make up for it on Friday? Fine. I'll be looking forward to it. You take good care of yourself, you hear?"
He hung up the phone and grinned and said, "I had a sort of a hot date tonight but I just called and broke it. I forgot to bring those papers in with me this morning, and not wanting to disappoint you and your mother, I thought we could just buzz on out to my place and pick them up. I could pick up some steaks on the way and, well, maybe make an evening of it. Would you like that, honey?"
"Sounds neat-o! Can I drive with you in the Cadillac?"
"Well, I loaned it to a friend. He needed a car and . . . well, that's the way I am. I guess we'll all have to pile in the Ford."
Pile in they did, for the back seat was filled with their luggage. Kim had to sit on Ed's lap while Betty drove. Betty was as nicely dressed as usual in a bright red nylon jump suit with a large brass ring on its zipper, a suit perhaps a half size too large for her in the interests of comfort. Kim in her little yellow dress with the little white panties under it was as soft and light as a feather on Ed's lap, which very naturally provided him with an erection that she, in her innocence, didn't even notice.
Betty stopped so he could get three big T-bone steaks at a downtown market, and he bought a couple of bottles of Champagne as an afterthought. When he returned to the car, Kim's initial kittenish mood had turned very definitely coltish, and he had to wrestle about with her and tickle her in self-defense all the way to his apartment at freeway speeds. He was tousled and flushed and grinning when he let them into his apartment through a litter of mail and newspapers.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower," he announced, and the ladies were amenable to this. They had several bagsful of purchases they'd made on the way to meet him that day and now they wanted to try a few of the things on.
Ed showered and scrubbed very thoroughly, idly wondering what sort of things they might have bought for themselves. The hard-on he'd been troubled with all day was back with him now, and he seriously considered making it vanish through the art of masturbation, but after all, he thought, it would probably go away soon. It did dwindle away considerably while he was shaving, for the mirror was very steamy and he had to concentrate on what he was doing. Done with that, he washed his face and reached for a towel and found nothing but a small hand towel on the rack.
He knew very well there'd been at least two there when he'd entered the bathroom and he knew just as well his fresh clothes as well as his badly soiled ones had been in the room when he'd entered the shower. Now there was nothing there but that dinky hand towel and a wash cloth, and by the time he'd dried himself off with the towel it was as wet as the washcloth. It didn't even fit all the way around his waist. He had to hold it up in front of him as he tiptoed into his bedroom to get some clothes before he went into his living room and raised some hell with prankish little Kim.
"What do you think of this?" said her voice, and Ed whirled about from his dresser drawer to see her standing in his doorway.
He'd always thought he'd forever remember her in that other doorway, but this could obliterate that. It hardly looked like the same person. It looked like she'd matured five years. With titties like hers she didn't need the brassiere, but it sure didn't look bad on her. It was made of gleaming white nylon, trimmed with lace around the top edges of the cups which perched very high on her chest. The cups clasped her titties completely, offering not even the slightest bulge of bare titty for Ed to behold, and their little straps rose up over the hollows of her collarbones to disappear over her fragile pink shoulders. The panties she had on were just as white as her bra. Their elasticized waistband rode so high about her extremely narrow waist that only a glimpse of her dainty navel could be seen. The delicate nylon garment clung very closely in descending over her narrow but nevertheless shapely hips and then flared out about her thighs in broad bands of fine lace whose hemlines rode an inch or two below the level of her pussy. Loose as the legs of the panties were, they were bewitchingly attractive and in contrast to the snug fit of the crotch band, through which Ed could discern the outlines of her pussy. He'd previously thought Kim's legs were rather straight and underdeveloped, but now he saw all they'd needed was a pair of three inch heels on her feet to bring out their long, smooth contours. He was dazedly gaping at all these simple yet fantastic changes in the slim blonde girl when she spoke to him rather sharply. "We're getting hungry. Are you going to cook for us or not?"
"Cook?" said Ed. "Oh, you're hungry!" he said. "Sure. Just a minute. Let me get some clothes on. Gee, you, uh, sure look nice."
"Oh, you don't need clothes. Not with us," she said, and came over and took him by the arm. "And we have your clothes out here."
She gave him a sharp slap on his bare ass, and he jumped and giggled and tried to cover himself there with the towel, only to stop a yard into his living room and slowly draw the towel over his loins once again as he saw Betty regarding herself in the mirror hung over his couch.
There was only a small amount of red to relieve the stark black and white of the voluptuously turned woman. There was the red of her long tapered fingernails that were perched on her powerfully big pelvic bones as she stood with her hands on her black-covered hips. There was the red of her mouth, its corners turned down now as she looked at Ed as if he were just another piece of the furniture in the bachelor apartment. And there was a tiny red bow on the front of the heavy black girdle she had on, up at its waistband, an inch or two above her concealed navel. The rest of her was black against the white of her flesh, the black of her short curly hair and her heavy eyebrows against her lovely face, the black of her substantially large and very plain brassiere against her creamy white torso, the black of that incredibly smooth taut girdle and the black of her high heeled shoes. With the scowl on her face and the black on her body she was such an imposing figure that, while Ed's eyes stared at her, his prick dwindled away to nothing.
"Well? Where's that Champagne?" she said.
Ed hurried to get it at once. He still had to hold the hand towel around himself, not an easy task at all while at the same time uncorking the wine and looking back for more views and angles of the big, handsome woman in sculpted black who dominated his poor apartment. He could hardly look at Kim when she joined her mother, not until the two of them were before the mirror in stunning contrast while Kim smeared bright pink lipstick on her mouth and Betty stood with her hand on Kim's waist softly talking to her. Ed filled the two stemmed glasses he owned with the sparkling white wine and managed to carry them in one hand while he held the little towel up with the other. And when he'd brought the glasses out, Kim and Betty each took one from him and he was left with nothing to hold but the towel.
"Wait. I'll get another glass and join you," he said, but even as he said this they touched their glasses and drained them, leaving nothing but a red and a pink smear on them as they handed them back to Ed. Why were they being so rude to him?
What had changed? He looked down at himself and said, "Excuse me. I'd better get some clothes on."
"No," said Betty, and handed him her empty glass. "We have something for you to put on here."
There were several flat paper bags lying on a chair. Could they have gotten him a nice new outfit in gratitude for all he'd done for them? He was smiling when Kim picked up a small bag and handed it to Betty, but the smile froze on his face when the woman in the black bra and foundation garment took from it a pair of red panties.
He wouldn't even touch them. He laughed and said, "Is this a joke?" No answer from the pair and he laughed longer and louder and said, "Oh, I know. Kim told you I had your underwear on. You both got the wrong idea. You see, I lost my shorts on the way home from your place the other night. It was after the, uh, Chamber of Commerce meeting. And I didn't get home that night. And somehow I wound up with your underwear in my pocket and I had to wear something so I. . . . "
"Just put them on," said Betty, holding them up before his face till he could see nothing but shimmering silky red.
"No! I'm not about to!" He paced about the living room, checked the lock on the front door and faced them to say, "What do you think I am?
Some sort of a queer?"
"We're each of us queer in our own way," said Betty. "Put them on."
Kim snatched the towel from his hands. "Oh, go ahead. If something turns you on, go to it."
"Well, these goddamned things sure don't turn me on!" he said, and he snatched the panties from Betty's hand and brandished them before Kim.
They both stood back and looked at him, Kim with cool disdain and Betty quite impassively, arms folded under her heavy breasts, one knee gracefully turned out. They were two of the sexiest females he would ever see in his life, both right there in the room with him. Betty was all in black and looking powerful enough to rip his cock out by the roots, Kim in skimpy white and looking slinky and deadly as a snake, but each of them still incredibly sexy. And if he didn't have a hard-on now, he never would, and if he didn't prove to them and himself that a bit of lacy satin meant nothing to him, he was in a whole lot of trouble.
"Okay," he said, and turned them around in his hands, looking for front and back and a right side up. "They don't do a thing for me and I'll prove it." The panties were obviously too large for him, perhaps even too large for a pair of hips and an ass like Betty's. They were made of very thick satin with broad bands of lace around the leg holes and up the sides. "Sure, I'll put the silly things on and even wear 'em while I broil those steaks," he said, and he clambered his feet through the leg holes and started drawing the baggy things up his legs.
It seemed to take a long time to straighten up and pull them up. Ed could hear as well as see the silken red rustling up his hairy bare legs. The waistband caught beneath Ed's balls and he arched back in slow motion and got his genitalia inside the slithery garment, snapped the elastic about his middle and did a little knee bend and said, "There you go. No big deal. Any other tricks you'd like to see performed?"
Kim giggled and whispered something to Betty. Betty smirked and nodded. Ed, with his face growing hotter by the moment, watched with them while his prick pumped slowly up to make a scarlet tent on the front panel of the panties.
CHAPTER NINE
The busty brunette in black lingerie and her little blonde fourteen-year-old daughter in white moved in at both of Ed's sides as he stood there with just those red panties on. Each of them had a hand playing up and down his back and inside the loose seat of the warmly rustling panties. Betty was describing circles 'round his pebble hard nipples and Kim was plucking at the tented front of the panties and stroking at the tent pole that was his ragingly hard cock!
"Just look at that," said Kim. "He said ladies' panties didn't turn him on. Nasty old man with a nasty old hard-on. Look, Betty, he's starting to get the front of them wet."
"Darling, he can't help it." Betty nuzzled her perfumed lips about Ed's flaming ear. "He's got a little thing about sexy lingerie. Let him feel good. Let him enjoy it. There's nothing so nasty about Eddie boy except the way he makes his money. Right, darling?"
"Yes, I. . . Oh, God," he moaned, up on his toes and trembling, ass pushing back against whomever's hand was back there now. "You're both so sexy. Both so beautiful. I just can't help getting hot!"
"Oh, don't give us that," said Kim, absolutely ravishing, and supple as a willow at his side. "It's the panties that do it. You'd probably be just as hot if we weren't here. I'll bet he's got all sorts of girls' undies in his drawers."
"What if he does, darling," Betty purred, and snugged the red panties up about him and smoothed out their wrinkles with her red-tipped hand. "We all have our secret pleasures. We all have our secret ways to make a few extra dollars, too. Isn't that right, Ed?"
"The cars," he stammered. "It just happened. Maybe we better . . . sit down."
"Who cares about cars?" said Kim. "Tell us about all that money you have in the pocket of your coveralls."
"No rush about it," said Betty. "Our Ed will tell us anything we want to know if we ask him in just the right way. Isn't that right, Ed?"
"Yeah! Uh!" Ed began to shoot in the red satin panties. He couldn't help it. They'd closed in too much on him and they were too overwhelmingly beautiful and sexy. He had his hands on both of them. His right arm was about Kim's tiny waist with his little finger inside the waistband of her panties and his left hand was holding the smooth soft bulge of woman flesh just at the top of Betty's girdle. One of his thighs was against Kim's and the other was against Betty's and his prick was nestled between their hips as it began to squirt and cream. Each of them had a brassiered tit against his chest and both of them had their hands moving everywhere over his body, and all this plus their contrastingly beautiful faces was just too much for him. "I'm sorry! Can't hold it! Oh, God!" he moaned, while Betty cooed warm encouragement and Kim giggled and raked his buttocks with her nails.
"I've never even heard of such a panty freak," said the giggling Kim. "He's just cumming all over the place," she said, and the jiggling of her giggling body was doing nothing at all toward stopping it.
"Yes, and he loves it, he just loves it," said Betty, and she slipped her hand down between the tight triangle of their loins to work still more of it out of Ed's burstingly hard cock.
It was Kim who backed off first. She looked down at Ed and said, "Look, he's made a complete mess of himself. And me, too," she said, brushing at a stain of jizz that had soaked through Ed's red panties to make a mark on her white ones. "And he didn't even have them on five minutes! Talk about your queers."
"I just. . . couldn't help it," Ed muttered. The whole front panel of the brand new panties was blotched and marked with cum. "I better get these things off. My God, what a thing to have happen."
"Yes, darling," said Betty. "Take them right off and Kim will rinse them out before they stain."
"Ha!" said Kim. "I'll be damned if I'll do his dirty laundry."
"You'll do as I say," said Betty. "That was part of the agreement. And really, Kim, I'm getting rather tired of your obstinacy."
Kim stepped away and swung around again, fists on her hips and lacy panty legs flaring. "Well, we haven't been doing so goddamned well with you calling the plays so far!" she said. "What have we got since we left Las Vegas? A lousy ten-year-old car? Let's just get what we want from this freak and go. Unless you're turning into a freak yourself."
Betty's hand swung around and slapped Kim's face in an instant. The girl staggered off to one side with her blonde hair flying. Betty caught her by the arm while she was still off balance and twisted it up her back till she was bent over double and howling. "You'll do as I say and you'll like it!" said Betty, and whaled away at Kim's upturned bottom with the flat of her hand.
It had happened with startling suddenness. In just a few seconds the haughty young lady was gone from the room, replaced by a squalling brat whose rear end was getting the paddling it so richly deserved. Already it was turning rosy pink. Ed could see it clearly under the wide lacy legs of her panties. He'd seen Kim spanked before while turned across her mother's lap, and heard her tearful howling, too. This was entirely different, though, for now the girl was clad in the finest lingerie and heels and she was on her feet and doubled over to take it on the ass. And take it she did, with both hands on her knees now and her hair down over her face, rocking forward and back with the resounding blows of Betty's hand and not uttering a word of protest.
Betty was really giving it to her, too. She stood at Kim's side in three quarter profile to Ed, and now she paused in her vicious paddling to take the seat of Kim's panties in hand and yank up the panties' crotch band just as far as it would go between Kim's parted legs. Fully half of the girl's small round buttocks were visible now, turning pinker by the moment, and still she uttered nothing more than an occasional gasp. The spanks Kim had received before were only love taps compared to this, and Ed stood still for it for as long as he could before stepping forward to intervene.
"Wait a minute," he said. Betty looked up at him startled, her hand upraised in midstroke, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Easy does it," said Ed, down on his knees behind the heavily breathing girl and carefully plucking and pulling the twisted crotch band down out of her little crack.
"Really nice," he murmured, with his nose up inside the lacy leg hole and inhaling deeply of Kim's girly, sweaty scent. Her ass-cheek felt beautifully toasted against his cheek as he slipped his tongue up her fuck-hole and swirled it all about.
"Oh-h-h. Oh, God, that feels good!" said the girl.
"You're spoiling the child," said Betty, and ruffled Ed's hair and gave the nape of his neck a warm squeeze.
"Yes, and you're next," said Ed, and licked his lips to savor the taste of the fresh young girl before turning to cover the bulging black crotch piece of Betty's girdle with kisses.
"You're recovered already. How nice," she said. "Is your cock good and stiff? Let me see it."
Ed got to his feet and kissed her. He was quaking, skyrocketing with excitement. "Ed, let me see it," she said, pushing off. He stood back while she fished his fully hard cock out of a leg hole of the luxuriously loose red panties he had on. "God, that is a nice one!" she murmured, crouching lower to look at what she held in her tensed and trembling hand. "And it's still all wet and mm-m-m-m," she said, and kissed it and licked it and took it on inside her lovely mouth.
Kim was craning about and lifting her hair to look. Ed turned her back, saying, "Stay right there. I'm not done with you."
"Darling," Betty admonished, as Ed eased his cock back out of her sucking mouth.
"I'll be back with you in just a minute," he said, and turned to face the upturned bottom of the girl.
Once again the flaring wide legs of Kim's white panties came in very handy. He could easily draw the lacy nylon aside to gain access to her cunt, and when Betty saw what he was up to she was quick to help. Still down on her knees from sucking Ed's cock, she now used her red-tipped fingers to ease the way for it. spreading out Kim's little cuntlips and working the juices around. Ed's cockhead was already slippery wet from Betty's kisses, but she kissed it and licked it again before guiding it to the beautifully inflamed little hole that was oozing with its anxious wait for it.
"Yeah. Tight as ever," said Ed, and the knob of his cock popped right in.
"Oh, yes! Oh, you're so BIG!" Kim said as she gasped and arched her little ass higher and cried out quite sharply as Ed shoved it all the way home.
"That's beautiful. That's just beautiful," said Betty from her close up view of it, as with one hand she held aside the white panties' leg hole and with the other she caressed up inside the bright red pants. "But I want it now," she said.
"Betty, not yet!" Kim whined, but Ed was already easing his big cock out of her tightly clinging cunt, and the moment it was out Betty had it in her hand and in her mouth.
Ed chuckled and petted her raven hair and said, "So you like the taste of cunt, too, do you?"
"I like it all," Betty said with a very warm smile. "And I like you in these sexy panties, darling," she said, petting them and straightening them around Ed's hips, and kissing the cum-smeared front panel of them.
"Like me while you can in 'em," said Ed. " 'Cause right now I'm about to take 'em off and give you some of that spoiling I was talking about."
Betty rose to her feet, a magnificently sexy woman with her smile all twisted with lust and her big black-covered tits pushed up against Ed's chest. "Yes, take them off by all means," she said. "I have something even better for you to try on now. Kim, fetch the pink bag."
"You've gotta be kidding," said Ed as he gingerly held up its contents. "Fooling around with some panties is one thing, but this is just too much."
What he held in his hands was a corset. Not the rubberized girdle type of foundation garment that Betty had on but a real corset, complete with bones and laces and garters. It was bright red, but if that was supposed to turn him into a charging bull, it failed to do so. It was made of very heavy satin, and if that was supposed to enthuse him with the same softness that the panties had, it failed as well. Frilly lacy ladies' underwear had always been of interest to him, but the thing he held in his hands looked and felt more like a medieval torture garment than anything else. He wasn't going to have himself laced up into anything like that and he told Betty so.
"Oh, nonsense," said Betty, and she took the corset out of Ed's hands and held it up in front of him. "You'll look nice in it."
"Look nice in it, bullshit!" said Ed, and snatched it back and threw it on the floor. "I'd look like an idiot, that's what I'd look like, and besides that, the goddamned thing would hurt!"
"No more than my shoes," said the smiling Betty, and lifted a shapely leg to show him their smooth, close fit.
"Well, I'm not about to put on your goddamned shoes, either," said Ed, and he quickly took off the red panties and threw them on the floor as well. "I don't know how I got talked into putting those things on, anyway," he grumbled, and he kicked them across the room. He picked up the corset and shook it at Betty and said, "And I'm not going to put this on."
Now Ed wrapped the red corset around his middle as he strode to the mirror. There he shook his head and said, "Jesus H. Christ!" He turned to face Betty and said, "I'd look nice, huh? Well, how does this look, a big slob of a man wearing a goddamned ladies' red corset? Hah? Real exciting, hah? It's so goddamned exciting to me I don't even have a goddamned hard-on any more," he said, and that was true, for his dick was hanging as limply as the black laces dangling down from the object in question.
"You're not so big around the middle," Betty said. She patted Ed's waist and said, "The corset will fit you fine, Ed. We picked it out just for you. Now, be a dear and put it on. It will feel comfortable, darling. You're acting as if it was a straightjacket. Look, it's very smooth and light. And it doesn't even have a bottom to it, so you can play with us some more while you have it on. You see? It just goes around your middle to change your shape a little. No crotch to it at all. Not even a snap-on crotch piece to have to undo."
"Well, what if I don't want to have my shape changed?" said Ed.
"Well, what if I want you to change it a little?" said she, and eased herself right up against him, with the silly red corset between them.
"Uh, what do you mean? Some corsets have snap-on crotches?"
"Girdles do, corsets don't. Some girdles, that is.
Like the one I'm wearing."
"That one does?" said Ed, and he felt of the softly bulging panel of the girdle that ran between her legs. Sure enough, there were little snaps at the sides and front of it, and Ed chuckled and said, "That'd be a handy girdle to wear to a picnic."
"Handy for a lover, too, if he has a sudden urge to fuck his lady or suck on her cunt in a public place."
Ed glanced back at Kim and whispered through Betty's scented hair, "This isn't too public, but I want to suck you off. Betty, please! I'm getting a hard-on again just thinking about it. Whew! Lemme open up every one of them itsy-bitsy snaps and eat my way right up to your tonsils."
"Sounds lovely," she said, and gave him a taste of her tongue. "But put on your corset first. That's a dear."
"I'll think about it. Okay? I'll give it some serious thought. But, for crying out loud, give me a little taste of your pussy, lover."
"Have more than a taste," she said, and he was down on his knees and working on the snaps at once. "But do give it some serious thought."
Kim was already adjusting the corset around Ed's middle. The snaps of Betty's girdle's crotch piece were black and shiny in contrast to the dully gleaming crotch piece itself. They were small and hard to work, but he knew he could get them all open and have that taste of Betty's cunt before Kim got the laces through the eyelets running up and down his back. The crotch piece was long and oval, perhaps two inches wide, and more and more of Betty's black curly cunt-hairs sprang out as he progressively worked on the straps. And then there was Betty's lovely cunt to see and smell and soon to taste, two long pink lips that bulged so eagerly down from between the crotch seams of her girdle. It was a glorious thing to behold in its setting of rubberized black satin molding smoothly down over several inches of her nubile thighs, but Ed hadn't yet tasted it when he felt the first tug on the laces behind him.
Ed coaxed Betty's clit out farther with the point of his tongue. He held it out there with the suction of his lips and when he drew back to look at it it stayed there all by itself. The tightening corset around his middle made it more comfortable to sit back on his heels, and all it took was a gentle tug on her rubber mesh covered hips for Betty to give him some more of her cunt.
Ed's prick was up like a flagpole again, and the corset didn't feel too awfully bad. The pressure from it was getting heavy but he couldn't say it hurt. He couldn't say anything with his tongue and his lips working all up and down through Betty's big cunt.
Its lips were swollen, pushing down through the broad, long slot. Instead of hair all around them they were surrounded by the most cunningly curving black stretch satin, an intriguingly different setting for a jewel of a cunt like Betty's. The corset was tight enough by then, as far as Ed was concerned, but what with Betty about to cum, Ed couldn't stop long enough to tell Kim to slack off with the laces.
"Oh! Oh, Ed!" Betty said, ten fingers putting pressure on his head. "Right there!" she said. "Yes, right. . . there!! ! " she told him, and squatted her legs obscenely wide and fucked her cunt up at his mouth.
Ed stayed right with her. She was humping and screwing his face so hard he couldn't stay with her as close as he wanted, though, and he backed off to pant and say, "Lie down, sugar. Lie down and let me spoil you really good."
The corset was getting so tight it was hard to breathe. Ed knelt panting and feeling it with his hands as it grew tighter on him still, drawing his waist into a very streamlined figure. It was very red and very smooth, and its scarlet highlights seemed to glow on the very pink knob of the cock standing up at attention before it. Ed panted again and said, "That's enough, Kim."
"That's not nearly enough," said Betty, with ten beckoning fingers working actively between her parted legs.
She was flat on her back on his carpet, and in just a moment Ed was flat on his belly there with her. He could lick all up and down through her crotch now while he heard her urgent moaning and saw her heavy tits shake. Now he could make her cum endlessly, just as she'd done with that fantastic blow job in the Mustang, and this he continued to do even as he felt Kim's knee in his back. She was tying the corset's lacings, and not a moment too soon, for already Ed's ass and his balls and his prick and his chest felt expanded beyond their dimensions. Betty was moaning and groaning and begging for more, and then Ed was cumming with her.
The moment Kim's weight was lifted from his back he began to squirt and shoot. It was a heavy, wracking orgasm, and coming so swiftly and unexpectedly as it did, it made Ed twist and hump against the floor. His face arched up from Betty's juicy hot cunt and he cried out in his ecstasy, while his hard cock kept squirting between the carpet and his corseted belly. When at last he laid his head down, it encountered Betty's fingers rubbing fast and hard at her cunt.
"Fucking woman just can't get enough," he muttered, and panting and puffing, he got up on his hands and knees and slipped his cock in that slippery warm hole.
"Ahhhhh," she said. "Ah-h-h-h-h," she purred, and her hips went in motion again, and her cunt started rippling and warbling all over his cock.
"Oh, NOOOOO!" Ed moaned, and began to cum again.
Why not? He was perfectly capable of multiple orgasms, and for all of their sex together it was the first time he'd fucked her in her cunt. He'd only meant to rest his recently depleted prick in her cunt and now he was fucking away like mad in it and cumming to beat the band.
"Oh-h-h! OH-H-H-H-H! UH-OH!" she cried, and the muscles of her cunt stopped dancing, and her big black hips fell silent.
"Fucking women," Ed muttered. "Wear a guy out," he said, and rolled away from the well fucked and well sucked woman with his prick standing straight in the air.
Kim was upon it at once. Ed clasped his hands to his head and muttered, "Oh, no," but she already had it in her sweet little girl mouth and already it felt too good to quit. Kim's face was lovely, smooth cheeks all sunken in, long blonde lashes kissing them, sucking lips moving up and down his cock, so beautiful indeed that Ed promptly came again, hot slippery jizz spraying tinglingly into her eagerly sucking under-aged mouth.
She sucked every bit of it up and swallowed it. She was as greedy a little pig about cum as her mother was. And while she was at it she stripped off her panties and turned around and laid pubescent bare cunt on his lips. Ed held hard to her hips and sucked and licked the sweet, hot morsel, not slowing down a bit when the vibrating dildo was pushed up his ass. He knew what it was at its first touch. He'd seen the things often enough in the porn shops around 10th and C, and it wasn't surprising at all that Betty would come equipped with one. And he'd thought of them long enough so that now he knew just how far apart to spread his legs to make the most of it. The goddamned beautiful thing was making him have one long continuous orgasm that continued on even after Kim had rolled off him cumming like crazy and taking her sweet mouth with her.
Two little batteries were now making Ed cream and squirt all over the place, though there wasn't a drop to be seen gushing out of his prick. It jumped and throbbed and jerked as if it was shooting hot geysers of cum, but there wasn't a drop of white to be seen on his gorgeously turning and twisting red corset. Betty still had her dildo buzzing away and worming its way in and out of Ed's exploding asshole as she moved up to snuggle her tits on his chest.
"Mister," she said with a kiss, "you really got to me."
"Un-n-n-ng. Oh-h-h-h," he shuddered and groaned. "Take it out. Can't cum any more, take it out!" But cum he did, even as Kim crept to him to snuggle her little bare tits against his chest as well.
"Whew" she said. "He got to me pretty good, too. But that spanking helped."
"Oo-o-o-orgh!" said Ed, as another heavy ejaculatory spasm seized him by the balls and lifted his hips in the air. "Take it out! What'll I do if I can't stop cumming!? ! "
"Then just keep on cumming, darling," said Betty with another warm kiss for him. "If it feels good, why stop?"
"Yes! Oh-h-h-h, yes-s-s-s!" he exclaimed, and squirted another big jet.
"Betty," said Kim. "This would be a good time to talk to him about you-know-what."
"Oh, Kimmy," Betty admonished. "This is no time at all to talk business."
"Why not?" said the girl. "In the shape he's in, he'd tell us anything."
"Anything. Oh, anything," said Ed, as the spurts and the spasm kept coming.
"You may have a point there," said Betty. She slowly reamed out Ed's ass with the wonderful thing up in it and said, "Darling, how much do you make with the little side business you have going for you?"
"Almost a thousand bucks in the last two days," Ed groaned, and managed to get his hand down through the woman flesh swarming on his chest and reach his cock with it.
"That's pretty good," said Kim.
"Not bad at all," said Betty, and moved the lovely electric dildo almost too swiftly in and out of Ed's ass. "Would you be interested in selling us any or all of it, Ed?"
Ed was beating himself off like mad, trying to get that last big gusher of cum to spit up from his totally dry hard cock. He panted and said, "Sure. Sell anything. Ohmigod! I'll sell you the fucking moon!"
"You see?" said Betty, and the flight of the dildo slowed down. "We can't get a decent answer from him when he's like this."
"Then maybe you'd better knock it off with the dildo," said Kim. "He looks like he's going to have a heart attack. Remember that rancher from North Dakota? We don't want that happening again."
"You're probably right," Betty said with a sigh, and took out the wonderful buzzer. "He's turning a little blue," she said. "Better loosen up those drawstrings."
Ed Luganis was as limp as a scarecrow as they flopped him over. All except for his prick, which felt like it wouldn't go soft for several weeks. Now he realized just how close he'd come to suffocating. He could draw only the shallowest of breaths. The corset was simply too tight. It had compressed his guts up into his lungs as well as down into his loins in an excruciating manner, and now blessed relief was flowing through him with each further passage of a lace through an eyelet. And as the lace tip passed through the last eyelet, Ed began to cum in earnest.
The first big gusher of it was painful. It felt like a red hot welding rod rushing up through his swollen prick. But it was all wet and juicy and thick, and Ed had to grab his cock with both hands to get out still more of it.
"AA-A-A-A-AGH! HELP!" he cried, but both women remained where they were, seemingly stunned by the violence of his actions as Ed rolled about on the floor, flogging his cock with both hands and spewing semen in whatever direction his contortions aimed it.
He rolled against the fallen dildo. Quick as a flash he had it in his hand and up his ass and he was hoarsely crying out anew at the latest burst of jism from his wonderfully spouting cock.
"UH-H-H-GH! OH! AH! O-O-O-O-R-R-RGH!" he cried, fucking himself like a madman, beating his cock as well, then writhing in utterly uncontrolled ecstasy as he lay, loins down on the marvelous red corset, till his squirtings had dwindled to oozings and sheer ecstasy gave way to mortal good feelings.
CHAPTER TEN
"My," said Betty. "When Ed cums, he certainly makes a meal of it."
"Really weird," said Kim. "But sort of inspirational, in a way. He'd be sort of fun to have around the house."
Betty mused and smiled and said, "Indeed. Corsets and all. But we really shouldn't even be thinking about mixing pleasure with business. And we still don't know if he'd sell us the part of the business we want. We'll have to talk some more with him when he wakes up."
"Betty," said Kim, "if I went down and got some fresh batteries for your dildo and if we took a little nap, I'll guarantee he'd sell us anything he had in the world-at our price."
"Don't own the business," said Ed, and rolled over on his back. He lay there panting from the effort that took and then said as clearly as he could, "I don't own the Smitty's shop. Just work there."
"You were lying to us?" said Kim. "You bastard!" She sighed and said, "It just proves what we learned a thousand times in Vegas-you can't trust a horny man. A thousand dollars in two days. What bullshit. He's nothing but a mechanic."
Ed struggled and fought and got up on one elbow and said, "I did make that much on the side in the past couple of days. Had to, to make up for giving you that Mustang. And I can do it again, any time I want to. Could I have a . . . glass of water?"
"You made it on the numbers?" said Kim, and Betty said, "If you don't own the shop, who does?"
"A guy named Frank Horton owns it. Has for years. Fat guy. You might have seen him walking around there. Numbers? I don't know anything about any numbers. I made the money on cars, used cars, buying and selling them fast. Easy as pie. Gotta get up now. Get some water. I'll make it."
"You stay right where you are, dear," said Betty. "Kim, get Ed a glass of Champagne. Bring the whole bottle. We have some talking to do. Ed, tell us about the cars."
He told them all he could. It was simple enough. And when he had purged himself of it all, he felt considerably better. He was able to sit up by then, cross-legged with his happily sleeping dick draped over his balls, sipping the Champagne and weakly smiling at the two females who'd very nearly knocked him completely out with sexual ecstasy. And then he said, "But what's this about your buying into a business-especially a muffler shop? I though you were broke."
"I'm afraid we're guilty of a little misrepresentation, too," said Betty. "For one thing, Kim isn't my daughter."
"That figures," Ed said. "You're each too different. It figures, too, that you're not what I thought you were at first. You know, a streetwalker."
"Well, I am a whore," said Betty, and Ed winced visibly. "Make that a call girl," she said. "It's like this: When I was seventeen, I went to Las Vegas to be a showgirl, and I did fairly well at it, not so much because of my talent but because I didn't mind sleeping with a club manager to get a spot in the line. But a girl can't stay in the line forever. She's either got to go on and be a star or find something else to do. I chose to become a call girl."
"Betty, should we be telling him all this?" said Kim.
"Why not? He's been honest with us. And we're trying to be honest ourselves now, right? Or at least as honest as we can be," said Betty, and went on with her story to Ed. "The money was good as a call girl, but it could have been better. Then I met little Kim about six months ago and we decided to work as a team."
"I was like Betty," said Kim. "I went to Vegas to be a showgirl, but I couldn't even get into a line because I looked so young. I'm actually twenty-two. So I started hooking, too, but all I could find was rough trade, it seemed. Guys who dig spanking and raping a little girl who won't complain. I was about to call it quits and go back to Schenectady when Betty came along."
They twined fingers, and when Ed looked down at this, Betty nodded and said, "Yes, there's a little more to our relationship than just business. And some of our clients liked seeing that, too. But mostly we ran a little game like we played on you, with me as the sensuous mother and Kim as the bratty but equally sensuous baby-doll. It was good money. We could still go back and play our game in Vegas, or play it anywhere, for that matter, but it's really time we settled down in some nice little town like Holtville and at least act like decent, law-abiding citizens with a respectable business up front."
"But a muffler shop?" said Ed. "Why in the world a muffler shop?"
"The muffler shop is nothing, Ed," said Betty. "It's just a front for Frank Horton's money business, just like it's a front for your interesting little used-car scam. Frank makes his real money on a little numbers game he plays. A policy racket.
He collects bets of from fifty cents to three dollars and pays off the bets when they coincide with an attendance figure at a race track. He only pays off sixty percent of what the odds are. The average small numbers game like he runs nets fifty to a hundred dollars a day for the operator, enough for Kim and I to live on, but not enough for the big boys in the gambling world to come in with their muscle and take it over."
"How do you know he runs this game?"
"The big boys keep tab on the small operators like Frank. When it gets to be a big operation, they move in. But if Kim and I can buy it now, when it's small, and keep it that way, the big boys will leave us alone and we can live a peaceful life."
"Not peaceful all the way," said Kim, and gave Betty a pinch on her thigh.
Betty slapped Kim's fanny sharply and Kim cast adoring eyes at her, and then at Ed as Ed said, "So you knew this Smitty's Muffler Shop ran that kind of a game, but you didn't know who the owner was. So you picked on me."
"An honest mistake," said Betty.
"Hey, who's complaining?" said Ed. Then he frowned and said, "I don't think Frank would sell. Unless maybe you worked him over like you did me. And I don't know if his heart could stand it."
"There's always a way," said Betty. "But I want you to know right now that we didn't get it on with you as we did just to pick your brains and beat your price down. Speaking for myself, anyway, I have come to like you a lot. I like you enough to want to keep you around, too. You could manage the shop and keep your used-car thing going and we could run the numbers game and keep the books. It might work out well for all of us."
"We could even live here with Uncle Ed for a while," said Kim. "Until we get settled."
"Or longer," said Betty with a smile.
"I've got a . . . well, I've got a fiancee to think about," said Ed. "I mean, she's just nothing compared to either one of your two, but I've got to think about her feelings. I guess I've got to think about my feelings, too. Right now I just don't know what I want."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Thursday was a normal enough day for Ed Luganis. He'd expected to be completely exhausted after the wild sexual excesses he'd had with Betty and Kim the night before, but in fact he was charged with energy all day long. He bought a '71 Super Beetle for a ridiculously low price to boost his spirits even more. He'd expected to see Betty and Kim show up at the shop sometime that day to approach Frank Horton with their plan to buy his business, and then to bargain and browbeat him for a lower price, but not a sign of the pair did he see. It seemed as if it would have been a poor day to see Frank about selling the business, however, for his comings and goings with his brown paper bagsful of numbers racket money were more brisk than ever on that Thursday afternoon. He even did business with the whores on the street corner that day, an unusual thing indeed. Frank was as great as he could be until four-thirty, when the afternoon paper was delivered to the shop, whereupon his smile faded into an expression of tragedy and his face was pale as he sat behind his desk. As Ed entered the office with him, Frank was muttering, "Oh, sixty-nine. Oh-h-h, sixty-nine."
"Uh, what's up, Frank?" said Ed.
"I'm ruined," said Frank from within a daze. "That's what's up. Every one of those whores out there and their pimps bet on . . . zero-six-nine. Nine of 'em. Two bucks apiece. That's . . . that's over ten thousand bucks. And, God help me, here they come now."
Ed said, "I don't understand what you're talking about, but I sure don't want to be here when all those whores get in here. Good night, Frank."
The whores were already coming in the front door while Ed was making his retreat through the door to the shop. Several of them had afternoon newspapers in their hands, all of them were smiling and laughing excitedly, and they were saying such things as "New York City, here I come!", "Back to the farm for this chicken!", and, "Me and my man goin' to Jamaica for the winter!" And there in the wake of the happy whores, Ed saw as he left in the VW, came his little red Mustang carrying his new business partners.
Ed skipped motor mechanic school for the second time in a row that night. He'd proven to his satisfaction that he didn't need any more training with wrenches in order to make money in the automotive field, and furthermore, he was having guests for dinner that night. He bought a trio of fresh lobsters on the way home and an hour later his partners showed up with three filet mignons. They all joined together in the preparation of a very fine dinner and they worked side by side in doing the dishes. Over coffee in the living room he asked them how they'd done it.
"We still have some friends in Las Vegas," said Betty.
"Lots of people like us there," said Kim.
"And so we arranged for the number we wanted to come up as the race track attendance figure we needed for those poor girls on the street to win on the numbers game."
"We made them promise to leave town if they won."
"After all, we wouldn't want to own a business where there were prostitutes out in front pestering the customers."
"It wouldn't look good."
Ed said, "So you caused Frank to lose ten thousand dollars and when you had him down you ripped him off for his business. Gee. I don't know if I want to go in partners with you after hearing that. What did you give him for the business?"
"Forty thousand dollars. Just what he was asking," said Betty. "And as a matter-of-fact, Ed," she said, "We've talked it over and we're not at all sure we want to go into business with someone who's dealing illegally in cars."
"We'd sort of like to try something really straight for a change," said Kim. "We're even going to give it a try without the numbers racket going at the start. Even though people love to lose their money."
"I've always thought that shop could do okay if only Frank had done some more advertising and taken some interest in the place."
"Well, we're sure going to take an interest in it," said Kim. "I took two semesters of auto shop in high school. I just did it to be close to the boys, but then I got to be a pretty good mechanic. How do you think I'd do installing mufflers?"
"You'd sure bring the traffic in," said Ed. "Okay. Let's have a go at it straight, all the way."
The three of them joined hands over the coffee table to bind their new partnership, and then Ed felt the pressure of Betty's hand grow warmer on his as she said, "We don't have to be straight all the way, do we?"
"We could at least try it out in bed," said Ed.
The three of them laughed and frolicked and had a lovely good time in Ed's bed, without a stitch of lingerie to act as impetus for the occasion.
Once again Ed exceeded himself in his sexual athletics, and when it was over and all three were relaxed and nestling together, Betty brought up the subject of Ed's fiancee.
"I've been thinking about her on and off all day," said Ed. "I don't know how to tell her. And I'm just no good at all about keeping secrets. I'm taking her to a movie tomorrow night. I take her to a movie every Friday night. I'm just going to have to find a way to tell her that, well, that things have changed. It won't be easy."
"You'll find a way," said Kim.
"Poor thing," said Betty, and picked up the picture of Julie that Ed always kept on his nightstand. "And she's such a pretty thing."
Ed had never thought Julie was particularly pretty, but the next day at work as he thought about her it seemed to him she was just about the prettiest little homespun girl he'd ever known. It would break her heart to have him break their engagement. But it would simply have to be done. He couldn't work with Betty and Kim all day long and keep his hands off them. He proved that more than once that Friday as little Kim, perfectly adorable in coveralls, worked at his side as his student while Betty learned about the books from a very happy Frank in his office.
There was just no doubt about it. Ed had to break up with Julie. And he couldn't be soft about it or he'd never do it. Be hard, be direct, be cruel, be ruthless, he told himself over and over again as the workday drew toward its close. He remained grim-lipped with determination as he stopped after work and made a carefully planned purchase and he continued this way as he purposefully knocked at her very familiar door.
Julie Overmaier was a round-faced girl of just nineteen. More than just her face, everything about her was round, round, round. Her bottom was as round as two butterballs and her titties were as round as a pair of apples set high on her chest. Her lips were round, as if she was ever about to whistle a tune, and her cheeks were round as a chipmunk's. Her shoulders were round and smooth and her toes were round pink piggies. Her nose was a round button nose and even her hairdo was round, for she wore her curly brown hair in a natural way, cut into a sphere by a barber. She had a little round tummy, too, for she was forever twelve pounds overweight. And now as she opened the door to Ed, her blue eyes were round like saucers, because he was some fifteen minutes early, and because he had a package in his hand.
"Hi, Ed! Gee, you're fifteen minutes early," she said.
"Mmph," said he, and entered her little apartment.
"And you didn't even kiss me hello," she said, with her lips in a perfect round pout.
She was wearing one of her regular Friday night outfits, bulky brown sweater and pleated plaid skirt, brown loafer shoes and pantyhose on her cute little round legs. She remained with her lips fully primed for the kiss as Ed flopped down on the couch.
Julie's eyebrows went up and she said, "Is urns tired tonight?"
"Never felt better," he said. "But I'll feel better yet when you get me a beer from the 'fridge."
"But Ed, you never have one of your beers till after we get back from our movie. And you sure never just tell me to get you one like that."
"I'll get it myself," he said, and started to rise from the couch.
"Oh, no! I'll do it. My, you must be tired."
She handed him the can and a glass and he drank directly from the can, patted his stomach and belched out loud.
Julie, standing before the couch, recoiled visibly and said, "Ed! Where are your manners tonight?"
He looked all around him in a mock search and said, "They must be around here someplace. Maybe under here," he said, and flipped up the front of her skirt.
"ED!" she shrieked, and backed off with her cheeks turned red and with both hands holding down the front of her skirt. "What is wrong with you tonight?"
"Just horny," he said, and he rubbed his balls and swilled his beer and rolled obscene eyes at her.
Again she shrieked his name, and now she said, "Well, you just take your 'horny' somewhere else. I don't even like to talk about that sort of thing."
"What sort of thing? Fucking and sucking? Cunts and cocks and tits and asses?"
He wasn't sure she'd heard a word he'd said, for at the start of his questions she'd screamed and by the time he'd reached the end of them she was weeping loudly in her hands. He set his beer down and got up and went over to her to speak almost directly in her ear.
"You know, fucking and sucking and cocks and cunts and tits and asses do exist," he said. "A lot of it goes on right here," he said, and his hand went up under her skirt and goosed her squarely between the legs.
She leaped and screamed and spun about and retreated from him all at the same time, falling over the coffee table and onto the couch, getting up at once with sheer terror on her tear-stained face and so frightened or angry or confused she couldn't say a word.
Ed said, "I've always wondered why you insist on wearing those stupid pink panties on top of those stupid pantyhose. Wouldn't one or the other be enough? Or don't you have the imagination to try anything that's the least bit different?"
"I do have an imagination!" she said, fear giving way to anger now that the coffee table was safely between them. "And I always imagined I was going with a decent, sober young man."
"Shows how wrong you can be," he said, and picked up the bag he'd brought and reached inside it, and tossed its contents to Julie as he said, "Try these."
She screamed as the black object fluttered through the air at her and fell on the couch, and Ed laughed and said, "What did you think it was? A tarantula? It's just some underwear for you."
"Underwear?" she said, and picked the black thing up between thumb and forefinger as if indeed it was a dead tarantula. "You call this underwear! I call it scandalous!"
"Yeah, it's underwear," said Ed, and he flopped down on the couch once again, now with her standing just beside him, and he ran his hand casually up under her skirt and said, "They fit women under here."
She slapped at his hand and pushed it away, but it was again up there casually stroking what was inside her plain pink panties and pantyhose as she looked at the black in her hands and said, "Women don't really wear these things. They're just for show."
"Well, put 'em on and let's have a show," said he, diddling his fingers directly between her legs.
"Now stop," she said, and pushed his hand away again, and back it came again as she was saying, "There's just nothing to them. They're all lace. Stretch lace and a little satin. They wouldn't be comfortable at all."
"You never know till you try," said the man with the diddling fingers.
"Cut it out, Ed! My gosh!" said Julie, and got his hand out from under her skirt again, and gave her pubic area a nervous scratching before resuming her inspection of the scandalously made panties. "Ed! They have a hole in the crotch! Just look! A long lacy slit that goes right through the crotch! Dear heavens!" she exclaimed, as her face took on a deeper shade of pink.
"You'd probably think that was made to make it easier for a gal to take a leak," Ed told her, and she gasped quite loudly. "But in a pair of panties ike those, the hole's there strictly to make it easier or the guy to lick his girl's twat and then screw her without making her do a striptease for him," he said, as Julie opened her mouth to scream, but then stifled it with the new black panties pressed against her lips.
She lowered them slowly, and her eyes were wider and rounder than ever as she softly said, "Some women really do . . . wear things like this? Under their clothes?" she said, and draped them across the front of her ugly plaid skirt, drawn out in the position to fit.
"It doesn't take a lot of talent to do it," Ed told her, "but it does take a little imagination."
He yawned and said, "You're not the kind to wear 'em. That's just one of those things. And you're not the type to even talk about fucking and sucking. Maybe you will be someday, but I doubt it. Tell you what, I'll just leave 'em here. A little thought-provoking present for you. You can flush 'em down the toilet or stick 'em in a drawer and think about 'em or just put 'em on and go out for a walk. You can do anything you like with them, but I've gotta go now," he said, and got up from the couch of his ex-fiancee.
"Wait!" she said, when he had his hand on the doorknob and his heart dragging down at his heels. He turned to face her and she had the panties up to her face again, covering her mouth with them, but laughing quite giddily now. She was still laughing as she lowered them to say, "You really want me to put these on. I'm sorry for laughing. It just struck me as funny, that's all. But if you want me to put them on, Ed, I'll do it. I mean, it's no different than putting on a wig, or . . . or a piece of costume jewelry or something. It just seems so silly," she said, and held them up and looked at them again, broke out laughing again so hard she had to hold them against her bosom and belly as she doubled over with her mirth.
She sobered enough to say, "Ed, do you really want to see me in them? Twelve pounds overweight and all?"
"Frankly, my dear," said he, "I don't give a damn!" He turned the knob in his hand.
"WAIT!"
He turned to face her.
She was pointing a pudgy finger at him, and the hand that possessed that finger also held the little black panties in it. "I'll do it," she said, and giggled. She sobered and said, "Right now."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ed's first beer had gotten upset with the coffee table. He went to Julie's refrigerator and got another one, cracked it open and drank half of it down. The girl he'd been engaged to had already retreated with the cause of their break-up to the bathroom. Ed could almost hear her thoughts as he beer-belched and took another swill of Bud:
'He's gone crazy, that's what he's gone. Tsk! Wait till I tell all the girls at the office. Tee-hee-hee. But I'll put them on, calm him down somehow, and then have a heart to heart talk with him about seeing a psychiatrist. He's gone crazy over an inanimate object, a pair of stupid lace panties. I wonder if he was a bed-wetter when he was a child. I wonder if he can ever find someone to marry him, other than a tramp, of course.
'Gads! They feel terrible on me! My vagina's showing. I'm taking them right off and locking the door. I don't want HIM coming bursting in here trying to put his dirty mouth on my beautiful teensy-weensy sweetie-pie vagina. Gick! How awful! Let him find his own psychiatrist. I'll be too busy going after that handsome, debonaire young attorney who just rented the whole top floor of the building I work in and who calls himself. . . . '
Ed's super ears never did learn the name of that attorney, for he was making the proverbial bee-line for the bathroom door before Julie could get it locked. But he found its latch still hadn't been turned, and that, indeed, it was slightly ajar.
And when he opened it, there she was with the panties on.
They weren't all the way on, however. She had them just up to her knees. But those dreadful pantyhose were gone and so were those awful pink pants she habitually wore, and this was as clear as could be for the first sight of her was that of her perfectly round buttocks, both of them, staring moonily out at him from beneath the hem of her upraised skirt.
They were glorious. They were so white they were almost luminous. But far too quickly they disappeared from his view as with a squeal and a whirl about, the panties came up and the skirt came down.
"Okay, lemme see 'em," Ed gruffly said.
Julie was backed up against the sink, little round Julie with the big round eyes, insulted and terrorized again with this latest invasion of privacy. But if nothing else she was a good sport, or trying to be, and she murmured, "Y-yes, Ed," and with tremulous hands she inched that horrid brown plaid skirt, one of the ones he hated the most, up.
"They fit you pretty good," he said as he took a squatting position before he and adjusted the fit of the panties a trifle about her very round hips, and slipped a finger through the slit in the panties to the slit in her, "but how come your cunt's so wet?"
"Don't use that work. It's vulgar," said she, trembling and tensed all over, but not too tense in her cunt.
"Jesus, it's all soft and buttery. Your cunt, I mean," said Ed, feeling it again and again, just to make sure in his disbelief. "It usually takes half an hour or more of necking and smooching on the couch before your twat gets this hot. How's come it's so wet and blubbery already now?"
"Twat!" she said. "Ga-a-a-agh! If there's any word in the world I hate, it's the word you just said, twat. Twat," she said with disgust, as he felt it and felt it again, found it wetter and warmer and softer. "There was the girl in school named Edna, who always used to talk about twat. Oh-h-h-h, how I hated her. And, oh, how I hate the word 'twat', " she said, and thrust his hand out of her crotch.
She was scratching at it herself, and trying to adjust the frilly slit in the panties over it more primly while Ed was loosening her skirt and saying, "Did this Edna talk about guys eating her twat or fucking her twat or just playing with it or what?"
"It wasn't even her twat she was talking about at all, most of the time," said Julie, leaning forward a bit from the sink so that Ed, still kneeling before her, could ease her skirt down and off her bare feet. "It was mine," said Julie. "Or some other girls, but usually mine. Honestly, Ed, you wouldn't believe it but she kept talking about it and talking about it and doing everything in the world but asking me if she could just kiss my twat a little, and it just used to make me sick, absolutely sick! Honey, stop that," she said, and spread her legs wide to push his hand out from between her lovely warm white round legs. "You know how ticklish I get."
"You haven't giggled lately," he said, and slipped his hand it there again, and found that her clitoris was considerably larger than ever he'd remembered it in the past. And did you ever let this . . . what was her name?"
"Edna!"
". . . did you ever let Edna lick and lap and kiss and suck your hot little twat?"
"Uh-h-h-h," she said in answer, and sagged back against the sink. "Never, never, never!" she exclaimed, with her hips thrusting forward for emphasis, delivered to Ed's sopping finger.
"How did you get to know her?" Ed asked, shifting the delightfully pretty black panties just a bit to make them more comfortable about Julie's very pretty pink pussy.
"We were locker mates together in gym class," Julie explained, clutching back at the sink and grimacing and nearly writhing as she recalled it all. "Semester after semester after semester, always Edna, Edna, Edna," she said, thrusting and thrusting again, "with her gym clothes mixed up with mine."
While Julie paused to take a breath, Ed blew his warm breath all about her delightfully fragrant loins, and asked, "How come you two always had the same gym locker, semester after semester after semester."
"Because I felt sorry for her!" Julie said. "And because I didn't know what she'd try to do with one of the other girls. Oh, my GOD!" she exclaimed in outrage. "Can you imagine her . . . Edna . . . seducing all those near-naked girls?" She paused to catch her breath. "Licking their twats!" She paused again. "Kissing their precious little titties," she moaned, and her hands went to her breasts and squeezed them tenderly hard, as if in sympathy for all those girls who remained inviolate from Edna's unwanted attentions.
"Well, there's nothing so wrong about a little titty-kissing," Ed assured her. "Some girls like it, no matter whose mouth it is doing the kissing.
Here, I'll prove it. Just close your eyes and think about some stranger or somebody you haven't seen in a long time," he said, as he helped her off with her sweater and brassiere-a very plain white number-and began to suck and lick and kiss on Julie's exceedingly erect pink nipples in the lascivious fashion of some total stranger to her that cared for nothing more about her than sex and lust, lust and sex.
"Oh. Oh, dear heavens. Ed. Ed, you know how ticklish I am up there. Oh. Down there, too. Oh, Ed. Please. Please stop. Oh, those panties you bought for me. Ed, it's no use. I can't think of anyone but you. Not Edna at all, no, no, not her in the slightest. Uh-h-h-h! Her mouth was so soft. Yes, like that, like that! Oh. Oh, my darling wonderful person. You make me feel so nice!"
"I bet Edna did too, eh? Licked you and sucked you all over, while the other girls were out playing field hockey," said Ed, teasing along with his words and his fingers, in her ear and in her cunt.
"No, no, no!" said Julie, in quite a loud voice, and with each of the syllables clasping his hand still harder in hers and ramming it harder against her. "No, no, never, never, no-o-o-o-o!" she said. "Never ever, ever kissed my twat! Not once! Not even once!" she said, nearly shouting by then in her great agitation, then shouting in earnest when Ed put his mouth where his fingers were.
"NEVER, NEVER, NEVER FELT SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD! GEEEYAH-H-H-H, LICK IT, EDDIE, LICK AND MAKE IT FEEL SO GOOD!" She took such a deep, shuddering breath that for a moment Ed thought she was going to faint, but with his rapidly swirling tongue in her delightfully different-tasting twat, she revived enough to go on with her story.
"Talked about it all the time, Edna did," she said. "Never knew it was like this. HAD NO IDEA IT WAS LIKE THIS! Uff, ah, oh, baby, YES!" she said, and bent down and kissed the top of Ed's head, and spread her legs and the slit in her panties wider by far. "SHIT!" she said. "SHIT, FUCK, HELL, DAMN, CUNT, COCK, SUCK, FUCK, FART, CUM, YES!" she said with vigor. "I hated that Edna bitch with all my heart!"
Ed smacked another kiss on his fiancee's twat rose and loafed out his cock. Somehow or another he'd opened his fly while he was licking that lovely throbbing twat of this sexiest of women. Julie was sitting up on the edge of the sink by then, feet twitching as they dangled, pussy wide open and positively drooling. He fitted the great ruddy knob of his cock with perfect accuracy against that superbly pink recession in his Julie's open trench, and just before the moment he shoved it in he said, "But Edna could never have fucked you like this."
"EDNA-A-A-A-A-A-A!" Julie howled, at the very top of her lungs and be damned to the landlady, "COULD NEVER HAVE FUCKED ME LIKE THIS!"
Ed started squirting, a really good big one, pouring such torrents of jism into the black framed lace edged cunt of the orgasming girl seated on the gleaming white sink that the pearly goo foamed from the lips of her pussy.
"AND SHE NEVER COULD HAVE MADE ME," Julie continued, "CUM LIKE THIS!! ! ! ! ! ! " she said, and threw her arms and her legs around Ed's heavily humping torso and hips, kissed him and sucked on his tongue, mashed her fine hard titties up against his chest and enveloped his heavily shooting cock with a positively marvelously active little cunt that almost any man could grow fond of.
And then all at once she took a turnabout and was giggling again and saying, "My goodness! Whatever came over me? I feel like a perfect wanton. How or why I ever started talking about my high school days I'll never know. And, you devil, you did get me to put on these silly panties after all, didn't you? Ed, darling, get that big thing out of me. Gee, give a girl a chance to breathe. And a chance to go to the bathroom. My goodness. Tee-hee-hee. But we're already in the bathroom, aren't we? Ed, I have to pee. I have to piddle. Excuse me, dear. Back off, lover. Easy, dear.
EASY, GODDAMNIT! Ah-h-h-h. Whew! I'm just exhausted. No, no, I can sit down on the throne myself. Gosh. Dear Heavens. I have to go so bad. But it just won't start yet. Mmmmm. It will. Oh. Oh, gosh. Your thing is so awfully big. Shit. It's really big. Shit-fire. Shit-fire and save matches. Tee-hee-hee. What if I just. Mmmmm-m-m-m-m. Tastes like a nasty old twat. Mm-m-m-m. But. . . Mmmmm-m-m-m-m. Ooo, I do have to pee and I just can't leave this . . . mmmm-m-m-m-m.. . . "
"Ps-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s. Mm-m-m-m-mm-m-m-m-m . . . ! she said, until, with a rush, Ed ejaculated, very heavily, at which time the girl he'd soon marry took his cock out of her mouth and let it shoot its lovely warm patterns all over her flushed and laughing face. It was still drooling down from that sweet round smiling face in pearly dewy rivulets as Ed complied with Julie's demure request that he relieve himself of his water through that triangular space between Julie's thighs and the rim of the toilet seat.
And as Ed did this, sighing, smiling, over spraying a bit, he felt that the warmly tittering girl on the toilet would find a way to fit in quite well as the wife of the newest business partner in good old Holtville.