Rocco Martini was a tall, dark, squarely-built, aristocratically handsome man who won his reputation in the Air Force by being the middleweight boxing champion two years in a row. He had to win a reputation fighting in his neighborhood, too. For in the Big City spaghetti district, he was made to work in his uncle Tony's beauty salon while he was yet in high school. His apprenticeship as a beauty culturist taught him how very exciting working with hair could be.
But it was becoming almost impossible for him to walk the three blocks from school, for each day he'd be jeered at and sometimes beaten by the neighborhood guys. His high school diploma in his hand, Rocco enlisted in the Air Force to avoid acquiring any more scars. He swore then that he'd never touch a hair again.
The service agreed with him still less than his regimented life at home. He had no opportunities to fight, unless it was in the ring. And his long night's dreams were filled with memories of the women whose hair he used to style in his uncle's shop.
Once discharged from the Air Force, Rocco found it difficult to get any sort of job, unless he wanted to return to a beauty salon. Yet, he did not want to leave the neighborhood of his youth and seek jobs elsewhere. He liked the neighborhood, with its deteriorating brick three-floor buildings, and even put a down payment on one of the turn-of-the-century frame monuments. It was an old, large corner home with ten rooms. And a VA loan just covered the down payment.
After some months of job-hunting, the neighborhood veterinarian, Gino, gave Rocco a job clipping dogs, and soon Rocco's skill with poodles was bringing in all of the poodle population.
Depressed and unhappy by the strange attraction he had for hair, he envied the heavy construction equipment operators, and worried about his future.
CHAPTER ONE
"You sure can do wonders with hair, Rocco," a customer in Gino's shop said admiringly while Rocco's strong hands deftly styled a Toy Poodle the customer held on the table for him.
"Sometimes I think I'd like you to do my hair," she said. "The mutt comes out of here looking better than I do."
Rocco looked up at the woman, whom he had hardly noticed until now. His hands stopped moving the scissors and comb.
The woman had soft, chestnut brown hair. It was not bad hair, but it was little cared for. She also needed some instruction in makeup and a guide to stylish clothes.
Studying her features, Rocco saw that the moderately well-built woman had a good set of facial bones, except for her high forehead. The problem, Rocco decided, was accentuated by the way she wore her hair combed back.
If it was just a little-he thought. Yes.
He set his comb down on the tray and shoved it aside. He washed his hands and pulled a fresh tray out of the drawer. He began brushing her hair out, the poodle entirely forgotten.
"Here now," he said. "Have you ever tried wearing your hair with a curved rectangular part, across the front? Like this?" He ran the comb at an angle through the hair to form a part, and evenly combed the strands forward over the high lines of her protruding forehead. Then he puffed up the remainder of the hair with back strokes of the comb, and began thinning it with a pair of shears.
"Now this is a good basic cut," he told her, "but you'll have to shampoo your hair and have it waved. But this is the basis. You work it from here, and try to keep it combed out exactly like this. Remember to have this hair on the side waved just like this, to make your forehead look narrower. Then put a darker foundation makeup on your forehead, and-" He turned around to look at her.
She must have seen the look of rapt admiration in his eyes as he looked at her now, for she smiled. It was a slow smile, starting first in her eyes, putting a fullness in her cheeks by degrees, and ever so slowly spreading down and lifting the corners of her mouth.
She had been watching him while he worked on her through a small compact mirror she had taken out of her purse.
"Why, Rocco, you've made me beautiful!" she exclaimed. "How can I ever thank you!" Her voice was throaty, a sensuous whisper.
He noticed, then, the way her breasts stood out under her plain blue dress. He felt himself being aroused by the sight of her sitting there. An entirely different-looking woman than the one that first came in. Different because, he, Rocco Martini, had made her different. And with only a few strokes of the comb.
Her attitude was different now, too. He didn't know what it was abut her that simply wasn't there before he cut and dressed her hair, but it was in her eyes and her facial muscles and her changed attitude.
Now, in a low, sultry voice, she asked, "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" It seemed to him that she was play-acting in the way she spoke and moved now. But he was unable to stop his hands from reaching out to touch her chestnut brown waves. The sensation of the soft rich strands in his fingers excited him immediately.
Her eyes brightened, and she rose to kiss him passionately. Her tongue trembled as his own pressed it down, and her lips brushed his with the feather touch caress of an enchanted woman. Her tongue became braver, and explored the line of his lips, and dipped into the pocket of flesh between the lips and the teeth. Her lips continued to press his gently, yet demandingly.
His hand pressed her enormous breast in the blue dress, and he squeezed it in and out, pinching at the erect nipple through the material of her clothes. She pressed her swollen tit into the palm of his hand, shuddering with unmistakable passion.
"Oh, Rocco, this is crazy! We shouldn't be doing this. I don't know what came over me," she groaned.
"I've wanted to do this since you came in here today. I've wanted to make you pretty. I've wanted to make love to you," he said as he licked at the hollow of her ear, savoring the sensation as her hair brushed across his cheek.
He reached with his free hand to caress her hair.
"Oh," she said, shuddering, "there must be something wrong with me. I'm married. And here, I'm doing-this!"
He kissed her cheek, rubbing her hair with his open palm. He whispered, "You are simply grateful that I showed you how you might look prettier, that's all."
"No, you don't understand," she said, her lips quivering. "I want to do this, Rocco. Not to thank you, but because I find you so attractive. Oh, I know I shouldn't be saying this, but that's why I come here every few months with the poodle. You're sexually attractive."
"But, Mrs. Briggs-"
"Marlene."
"Marlene, your husband is a doctor. What could you possibly see in an ordinary middle-class-"
"Rocco, don't you see? You're strong and masculine, but you're also gentle. You paid attention to me today, and you even fixed my hair. My husband, after three years of marriage, probably can't even recall the color of my eyes. He only became a doctor because he had such an inferiority complex that he could hardly stand being with people at all, much less girls. He was attracted to medicine because it gave him an opportunity to get away from humans entirely and spend his time in the laboratory with all of his little friends, the rats and the wee beasties: bacteria, viruses and amoebae."
He cut off her tirade and smothered her loneliness with his lips. He felt her mouth quivering under the pressure of his lips, and he pushed his tongue forward, between her lips, and stroked it in and out.
Her eyes were blinking and her forehead was set in deep furrows as he pushed her backward onto the table. The French poodle, which had been watching from the table, jumped to the floor as Rocco eased Marlene down and climbed on top of her. He kissed her lips wetly, deeply. His fingers curled around the huge breasts. He could feel the heat from her groin, and his cock stiffened as he watched her hair splay out over the tabletop in a smooth, vibrant cascade.
He pressed the length of his body against her, and her thighs parted. Finding himself between her legs, he pushed down, rubbing his cock against her mons through the layers of clothes. The silky softness of his trousers, for he never wore shorts, titillated his nerve endings in his cock head. He listened to the whisper of her pantyhose as she rubbed her legs sensuously over his. She humped into him, her forehead still retracted in deep creases, as she ground her pubes up to meet him.
Prying her lips from his kiss, she moaned. Her tongue was slithering frantically against the side of his face. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered. "I've wanted nothing else since I first met you."
He caressed her hair with his large gentle hands. Then he pushed one hand down in between their bodies, feeling the incredible heat generated by her desire.
Marlene's thighs were thick and softly rounded. He slid his fingers over her notch, cupping it in his sweating hand. He could feel that the moment she felt his fingers, she began to writhe as if she were about to come. She twisted in sensual, semi-circular movements to either side, grinding her cunt so hard on his palm that he could feel the torrid baking heat through her panties and pantyhose.
"Oh, Rocco, you're so kind. Make love to me. Give me this one moment of pleasure," she said hoarsely.
He slid his hand away from her cunt, down her smooth curve of rising thigh, and gathered her blue dress as she squirmed and wriggled beneath his weight. He pulled the dress until it was just over her groin, and he unzipped his trousers to let his cock bound unleashed against the crotch piece of her nylon pantyhose. He ground down into her and she ground up to him. The sensation of the slippery moist silk on the crown of his cock made him nearly lose control. He ran his hand quickly between her underthings and tugged her pantyhose down to her knees.
Then he put his hand into her crotch, and the center of her panties was greasy and hot. She stiffened, locking his hand in place with her trembling legs.
He shuddered, and forced his fingers tightly against the flap of panty silk that covered her hairy V.
Her face was tightened in concentration, her chestnut hair flowed over the tabletop. He had to see what the hair on her cunt looked like. "Hurry," he said. "Hurry and let me take your panties down before you come all over them."
Obligingly, she spread her legs slightly, and he could see that the inner parts of her thighs were already sticky. The front of her white silk panties was thoroughly soaked with her sex dew, and the panties stuck to the bowl of her belly. Rocco hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties down to where her pantyhose were. Just then, Marlene arched her back, and she began to squirm and grind down as if she were getting fucked.
"I'm coming!" she whimpered. "Oh, Rocco, I'm coming from your pulling down my panties!"
But Rocco was looking at the pussy hair that lay matted and gummy from perspiration and cunt sap. It was thick and elastic, and it formed an inverted triangle that he could not resist touching with his palm. His hand ran carefully over the broad, curly span of her pussy hair. Then his fingers came together and eased into the hot wet seat of her passion, spreading the tender cunt lips and seeking the inner fold of tissue. His fingers parted the inner lips, and he sought the warm wet interior of her body.
Marlene pushed down on his invading fingers, groaning aloud as she continued to come. He felt the tight walls of her cunt barrel convulse in spasms of delight. His large hand curled into a fist that strained against her sticky flesh. He wriggled his fingers back and around inside of her, probing the corrugated walls of her contracting and expanding cunt. He twisted them and screwed them into her quivering interior, screwing them inside her body as she rotated her hips in an impending new orgasm, or perhaps the denouement of the last one.
He slid down the length of her body while his fingers worked the panties and pantyhose the rest of the way off her legs. He kissed the bowl of her creamy white abdomen, and licked at the edge of her hairy V. He licked his tongue up and down the slit of her cunt, tasting the musky juices that oozed from her dripping pussy.
She locked his face against her cunt with both hands. He pushed his tongue all ..the way up inside of her, feeling the slick convulsions that sucked on his stabbing tongue. His nostrils were full of the dank musky aroma of her pent-up sexuality, and she picked up her legs and rocked backward, aiming her cunt at the ceiling so that he could lick down into her well more deeply.
"Oh, Rocco, I'm about to come. Again!" she croaked. "Oh, hell, what's happening to me? Stick your cock in me-before I come again!"
He took his face from her hairy notch with reluctance. The lush curly pussyhairs were so exciting as they brushed his face. He moved up over her, and she reached for his stiff, weaving cock.
"I knew it would be big. I knew it would be!" she moaned. She grasped it and her fingers tightened on it like a vise. She guided it into her wet, sopping tissues as she struggled to suppress the gyrations of her ass long enough to permit penetration.
His prick glided into her steaming box and the throbbing rubbery muscles milked him, massaging down the entire length of his twitching cock.
He buried himself deep into her gaping cunt until his testicles rested against the oily muscles of her ass cheeks.
Marlene lifted her legs up high and wrapped them around his back so that he was fucking straight downward.
He thrust it in and out of the gripping mouth of her pussy. He could feel her heat and wetness leaking down around the shaft of his cock. He could feel the tightness of her cunt gripping his shaft like a fist. There was a quivering, deep, burning heat at the far end of her pussy, and it spread upward on his cock, engulfing the entire length, and spreading waves of delight up his groin and through his balls.
He put his hands behind her knees and folded them over until her knees pressed against the front of her blue dress. Her well-lubricated hole offered him new depths in this position, and he could feel the tip of his cock probing the rubbery end of her womb. He pushed down hard and deep, until his entire cock was as deep inside her as it would go, and his scrotum strained against her ass crack.
He groaned as his cock opened up and spewed his semen into her in thick, throbbing wads. Each surge of gism made his back convulse, and his spine shudder, in an unquenchable convulsion.
As soon as she felt him coming, she began to come again. In one long continuous spasm of ecstasy, she was coming and he was coming.
His climax had peaked when he looked up and saw the tears of emotional release streaming from her eyes.
It was at that moment that Gino, the veterinarian, entered the room. Gino was a rotund little man with a strong religious background. When he opened the door and stood looking at the copulating couple, his normally beady eyes became large and round. "What are you doing with the patron?" he shouted in broken English. The dog barked and snapped at his ankle.
Rocco was frightened, and tried to hide what he was doing in his confusion, but Marlene's cunt spasmed shut and held him tight. He gasped when his efforts to withdraw were unsuccessful.
"I won't have this!" Gino shouted. "You are not only through working for me, but I'll see to it that you never work anywhere again!" He turned his back and slammed the door.
Marlene loosened up and Rocco withdrew. Rocco was going out of the door while Marlene struggled with her pantyhose. "Hey, Gino, you don't understand-" Rocco yelled after the fat man.
"Just clear out of here, Rocco. But I warn you, if you ever go to work in this neighborhood again, you'll be in big trouble."
Just then, Marlene came storming out. "You can't blame him. If you do anything to Rocco, I'll see to it that no woman ever brings an animal in here again."
"What!" Gino screamed. "What is this world coming to? You are a married woman. Heavens!" Gino put his palms to his temples. "Okay, okay. Both of you, get out of here! I won't make trouble for Rocco, but I never want to see either of you again. Out!" he hollered.
Marlene got her dog and Rocco got his coat. Outside the shop, Marlene apologized. "I'm awfully sorry I got you fired."
"That's all right. I didn't like the job anyway." , "But you are so good with your hands, Rocco. Why don't you do hairstyling-"
"Oh, I've tried that, too," Rocco waved her off. But it was an idea that had struck a different chord with him now. Rocco recalled how, when he was younger, his patrons in his uncle's shop would show unmistakable signs of attraction to him. And he did know the trade quite well. Perhaps he should stop fighting fate. He was trained and licensed to be a beauty culturist, and that was the way all circumstances were leading him.
And, on top of it, he was out of a job now. So he had little to lose. He went home and stood in the center of his large parlor." Although he bought the large ten-room home, he didn't use all of it, and so most of it was still dark and dingy. But the rooms in front and the outside of the building had been made quite nice-looking.
He paced the floor, from the gargantuan bay windows to the archway leading to the dining room, while in his mind's eye he laid out the partitions for his beauty salon. The hair dryers there, by the hallway. The dining room divided into two roomy facial booths with a corridor in between. He went downstairs into the musty old basement and plotted the plumbing! .
Then he phoned his Uncle Tony, whom he used to work for years before.
"Hey, Uncle Tony, when are you going to remodel your shop?" he asked.
"Why do you ask, boy? Are you getting fussy about where you work now? When are you going to come back and work for your old uncle, eh, boy?"
"Not for a while, yet. I want to set up my own shop," Rocco said. "Look, let me level with you, Uncle Tony. I have no job and very little money. I need to be staked to some equipment and supplies so I can work out of my home here."
"Well, if it's your own business you're setting up, I want my customers to know that I helped my own nephew go into competition with me. You're welcome to whatever you need that I'm not using. I have some older stuff in the basement that I never use. You can have any of it," Tony said.
Rocco was elated. It may not be the business he really wanted to be in, but it was work, and he was good at it. For last choice, it was not bad at all.
He spent the night with pencil and ruler, mapping out his shop layout. The next morning he was at the State Office Building up the street from City Hall, filing for a permit to open a beauty salon. He talked with his Alderman, who assured him that the zoning was no problem. Then he went to the lumberyard.
Two weeks later, his sign was up on the lawn. It ready simply: The Hair'um. His shop was completed, tastefully decorated in a French motif, with bright orange and yellow, and heavy, decorated mirrors which he found in the attic when he bought the old home.
He stood before one of these mirrors and adjusted his white coat. He had worked hard for this, he reflected. Uncle Tony had helped him a lot, especially in the management aspect of the business, which was a whole new world to him.
Then he watered the potted leafy plants and flowers in the shop, and sat down to wait. He waited for the phone to ring. He waited for someone to walk in. One day went by. Then another.
Finally, a lady walked in. Rocco was so preoccupied reading a movie magazine that he failed to notice her until she stood before him, clearing her throat.
He looked up, startled. He was immediately ashamed of being caught leading such a magazine, and tried to curl it up unobtrusively. "Good afternoon," he blurted out. He got up and ushered her toward the inside.
"How can I help you today?"
"I'm Lorraine Baxter. You must be the proprietor, Mr. Martini."
"Yes, I'm Rocco, Lorraine," he smiled as he took her coat.
"I'm not a customer," she said, shaking her attractive head of jet black curls. "I'm an Inspector from the Department of Registration."
Rocco quickly reviewed his conscience, as one does when spotting a patrol car in the rear-view mirror. Outside of that affair with Marlene, which didn't even occur while he was practicing beautician, he couldn't possibly have done anything wrong. "Do you want to look at the premises?" he asked her.
"Please," she said.
"Is there-" he started.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that we have to snoop around. It's part of the routine."
Relieved, Rocco looked more closely at her. She was a pretty woman. Tall and thin, and Rocco liked them like that. He noticed that her hair was styled just a little bit too high for someone with a long neck.-But he showed her through the shop before he remarked on it.
She looked at him squarely. "Well, that's a new approach."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Most beauticians flatter me instead of criticizing," she smiled. "You tell me all of my flaws on the first meeting."
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I think I can show you what I mean." He guided her to a chair. "Here," he said, as his comb brought her hair down to frame her face and cover her ears. "Isn't that much better? Loosen these tight curls."
"You certainly are right about that. But my sister wears her hair up like this, and I did so want to wear mine that way, too."
"I'll put it back the way it was if you insist," he shrugged, deflated.
"No. You've shown me that I can't wear it like my sister can. It makes her look very attractive, but it makes me look like a giraffe." She smiled at him in the minor.
"Tell me," he said, "would you consider it an attempt to influence you if I asked you to lunch?"
She wordlessly looked down at her lap.
"Honestly, Lorraine. I'm so bored here, with nothing to do since I opened the shop. I haven't had a single customer yet. Don't you think you might have lunch with me? You have to eat lunch, anyway."
She was hesitant. Finally, she said, "I don't think it would look right for me to accept, in view of the inspection and all that."
"Do you want to come in the back room for pot luck at the refrigerator?" he offered.
"Okay," she assented.
Once into the kitchen, she took over and started slicing sandwich meat. Rocco poured Burgundy, and they began talking. During the meal, Rocco became acutely aware that he had not had sex for over two weeks, since that incident with Marlene which in turn had started him out into this venture with his own business.
He looked into her eyes and tried to fathom her mood. There was no clue as to her feelings yet. Another bottle of wine later, and they still sat, talking. He moved his chair around to her side of the table, where he could see her white creamy thighs under tight-fitting short skirt.
He was getting nervous but he knew that it was stage fright and would soon go away.
He reached over and put his hand on her knee. He bent forward and kissed her gently as she put her drink down on the table. He slowly ran his hand up under her skirt and found her warm and moist and throbbing under his hand.
She put her face hard and firm against his mouth. Then she compressed his lip between her teeth tenderly, and softly moaned. Her arms reached around him and he grasped the zipper on the back of her dress and opened it, pulling the dress forward on her arms and revealing her breasts in their bra shells. He kissed her, gently exploring her mouth with his tongue while they stroked and rubbed, swaying gently. His anxious fingers unclasped her bra straps. Her bra came forward from her breasts, revealing their erect nipples.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth and pulled it all the way back. He pulled her sleeves down her arms and cuddled her tits in his palms. Tenderly, he tongued the lovely mounds of feminine softness in short, semicircular movements.
Pushing her against the wooden back of the kitchen chair, he slid his fingertips along the sides of her body and pulled her dress downward. She arched her back to permit him to slip the garment past her buttocks and down her legs.
He feasted visually on the lush humid black V showing through her beige floral panties.
Pulling her dress over her knees and down her shapely legs was a glorious experience for him. The shafts of very short curly black hair stood out from the leg bands of her panties.
She lifted her feet from the floor and he flung the dress carelessly behind him. Then, loosening his own belt and working the buttons of his shirt, he began tenderly kissing the insides of her ankles and the tops of her feet.
by the time he had reached the last button and tugged his shirt off, he was kneeling upright, kissing and licking at the sides of her knees. Soon he was naked. He ran his wet tongue upward along the side of her leg, and then down again on the inside of the leg.
She moaned and spread her legs apart, revealing a wet oily stain on her beige panties between her thighs. He could smell her sex, and the view of her smooth round thighs made his cock stiffen.
He ran his tongue downward, away from its goal and back to her knee. Then he repeated the technique on the other leg. She moaned again and spread her legs still farther apart, sliding down a bit to arrange herself for better access.
Again and again he slid his tongue up and down, up and down, her soft inner thighs, until she was breathing heavily and begging as she pulled down her own panties. "Hurry and suck me!"
Rocco leaned backward and rested on his heels as he watched her panties come off, trailing one stringy bit of sex dew from the crotch piece. Then he was running his hands up and down the outsides of her legs. When she started rocking gently, he grasped her legs below the knees and folded them back, spreading them. She put her heels on his shoulders then, and wedged down on the wooden chair.
He brought his hands down to the front of her quivering thighs. Using them as a lever, he pulled her luscious pulsating cunt closer to his gaping mouth. He blew softly on her membranes. They were livid and oily with her excitement. When he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, she went limp and opened her legs still wider. Reaming her humid inner sanctum with his trembling tongue brought moans of pleasure from her. Finally, with his face and chin wet with her sex fluids, he stiffened his tongue and probed her hole.
She reacted immediately, closing her fleshy thighs firmly around his head and pushing as much of her delicious cunt into his face as she could. She began jerking back and forth, and it felt like he would get a broken neck from her thrashing and jolting. She racked him into her box until he thought he would suffocate. He was sure he would smother, when, sucking for all the world as if he would draw air from her writhing body, he felt her hands fasten on the back of his head. It felt as though she was trying to force his face all the way up into her vagina. He bit her clitoris then, and she released him with one great shudder, throwing him backward and away from herself.
"Fuck me, fuck me real hard!" she cried out.
Rocco shook his head vigorously, as if to cast off the black spots he saw before his eyes. He was gasping in great lungfuls of air. But he saw that she was in the throes of starting to come, and he jumped on top of her writhing body, forcing her to the floor.
His massive cock was ready when he loosened his belt and trousers came away. She was beginning to come already when he shoved his bloated cock high up inside her body, screwing and screwing all the way in.
Immediately, he started coming.
She gripped him tight with her cunt muscles and started milking him with great tremors of her whole torso. She bit into his shoulder as he drove deeper and deeper into her anxious pussy.
He felt his testicles contract as they expelled their load.
She released the roll of skin she held in her teeth and screamed in his ear in an insane uncontrolled voice, "I'm coming!"
She tensed stiffly as though suddenly turned into concrete. She remained this way, not even breathing for an exceptionally long time. She was like a statute.
Suddenly, she started panting, gasping and gurgling, "Ohhhhh, that was wonderful!"
Her face was a mask of sweat, and she looked up at him, blinking her eyes. "Oh, Rocco, I've got to have more! I need more!" she grated hoarsely.
She pushed him down on the floor onto his back and straddled his hips, inserting herself on his dwindling erection.
"Hell," he moaned as she eased over his shaft and her lava of excitement poured down his testicles, combined with his own come. It was a wonderful, exhilarating feeling. Her narrow cunt had a very tight opening, and she seemed to be able to control its size to just below the level of discomfort. He was consumed in the vortex of his passion, and he convulsed from head to toe as his recovering cock spurted jet after jet of his hot sperm into her. It seemed that with each eruption of his thick cream, she would shudder in a peculiar snake-like way.
He could feel her quivering muscles tighten as he climaxed, and then he felt her own independent movements deep inside her body and he recognized signs that she was getting ready to come again. She was thrashing about now, still impaled on his iron-hard shaft, and her head twisted from side to side, loosening her hair in a disheveled crown around her head.
He felt her muscles squeeze unbelievably tight as she climaxed on top of him. She started to scream out the pressure of her orgasm, but her voice caught in her throat so that she only grunted. "Good, good, good," she murmured repeatedly.
Rocco put his hands around in back of her and gripped her buttocks. He pulled her down onto himself, rubbing and writhing in a frenzy. For a moment, everything was happening so fast that he was short of breath.
He rammed up into her opening and she rammed down, smashing into each other faster and faster until he thought she'd climb right over his head. Suddenly he felt her stiffen as she began to come. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She threw her head back and he could feel the muscles of her legs and arms gripping him into her as she came. She suctioned his juices into herself for a long time, it seemed. And then, with a sigh, she released the grip on him with her hands and legs, and slouched limply, looking tired and warm. There was an outpouring of their combined juices, which felt boiling hot on his legs. Her musky smell pervaded his nostrils.
Eventually, she got up and moved slowly toward the bathroom door. He watched as she went into the bathroom, which could be seen from the kitchen. Brazenly, Lorraine did not close the door.
Rocco rolled off the floor and went to the bathroom door. He saw her sitting on .the commode. She looked up at him, and then down to his cock, which was still half firm.
He walked up in front of her and put his hands gently on her shoulders, caressing her neck. As he stood over her like this, he could see the dark bush of her triangle forming a mound at the apex of her torso. It was offset by her two large globes, with their long erect pink nipples.
He pushed his cock between her breasts. She put her hands on her breasts and pushed them up until they surrounded and engulfed his swollen cock. He looked down at the reddened glans as it parted the firm crests of her orbs. It was a beautiful sight to see the jewel of his manhood surrounded by so much tit flesh.
She looked down from his face to his prick, which was swelling still. Soon it grew until it was just beneath her chin, and she slowly put her mouth down over its crown. Her hands moved to his buttocks and her fingers pulled tiny bunches of hair from around his ass.
One hand began exploring the ass crack, while the other probed at his scrotum. She slid her tongue under and over and around and around his rod in the pleasing movements of the silken swirl. Then she was giving him the hoover as she sucked hard. She lacked neither finesse nor enthusiasm. Then her lips tightened over his knob and she began rocking back and forth furiously, enveloping two inches of cock and then pulling out to the edge of the knob. With each pull, she slid her tongue over the excited nerve endings around the eye of his penis, and the sensation was only superseded by the sensation of her whole mouth enveloping his cock.
She made squishing noises now, and each movement seemed to bury more of his shaft into her lovely mouth.
Inserting a finger into his anus and twisting it, she simultaneously gave his balls a brisk twist. He ground his hips into her as she did this, ramming his cock down her throat, and past the ring of muscle that guards the entrance.
Suddenly, he lost all control of himself.
Moving his hands from her neck, he reached behind her head and forced it towards himself. And then he was coming. Some how she was sending a searing pain into his scrotum with her hand, and with the finger in his ass, and he screamed out with pain that washed over his pumping body.
And then he was racking and jerking uncontrollably as the fluid exploded from him into the recesses of her gulping throat.
When he stopped screaming, her chin and nostrils were dribbling his come, and she was making gurgling choking sounds. He quickly pulled" his engorged cock out of her mouth. The pain he felt radiated from his ass, and he put his knees between her legs on the commode to support himself, holding tightly to the towel rack on the wall behind her.
He waited until she had swallowed the remainder of his come and her breathing had returned to near normal. Her hands moved down to caress his receding, blue-veined prick. "None left for me," she said.
Spreading her legs further apart, he slipped his legs under hers as she sat. Grasping her ass cheeks, smooth and cool to his touch, he pulled her forward so that she sat upon his twitching cock head. Only a few curly hairs of her matted mons tickled his glans now, but as it grew larger, it pierced the waiting tips of her cunt. It must have touched and stimulated her love button, for she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and began kissing him passionately. Her hot mouth felt exciting and he could feel his cock grow until it lodged in the rim of her cunt.
Using the towel rack on the wall behind her for leverage, he slowly pushed closer to her, in and then up. The feeling of her soft loop of tissue enveloping his cock made him, if possible, even harder than he had been. The taut skin of his cock head ached and his balls burned with twinges of pain.
Then he was half-standing, grinding his pubic ridge into her mons, and she slid her fingers down from his neck and grasped his ass cheeks, pulling still more of his tool into her hungry opening.
She started breathing heavily and humping up and down on the cock that invaded her insides. She writhed and bobbed and scratched his ass cheeks with her fingernails. Finally, she threw herself backward against the wall and started banging her head against it, crying.
"Ahhhhhh!" She shivered once, her body arched back, and Rocco felt himself dropping from sheer exhaustion down onto the commode seat.
She still humped up and down his impaling cock. He grasped her tits, pulling at them and twisting the long, pink nipples. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" she humped and shuddered. "Oh, do it!" she begged. She made one final lurch and Rocco felt his balls contract with their load of gism.
Surrendering to the wonderful feeling of his cock buried deep in her burning hot inner parts, and the convulsions of her belly against his, he was starting to come. Sparks burned brightly behind his eyes and his limbs relaxed to the tingling sensations that started to inundate his whole body.
Even with his eyes shut, Rocco could tell by the nearly imperceptible undulation of Lorraine's abdomen that she, tooo, was coming. Whether she was in the throes of a new orgasm, or whether it was all one long orgasm, he didn't know. He melted and relaxed for a few minutes before she asked him to move.
"I'm all wet," she said with a tone of distaste.
"Me, too," he answered her, happily unconcerned.
She pushed him away from her and got up on trembling legs. Rocco sat down on the commode and watched her ass cheeks quiver as she bent over the bathtub faucets to turn on the shower. She had to lean far over, because this was one of those large old-fashioned tubs that stood on metal claw-shaped feet. Rocco could see that the insides of Lorraine's legs still glistened with the juices her sopping hole oozed, and he felt himself starting to get hard again.
He stood up and walked up behind her as she leaned over the tub, adjusting the water temperature. He grabbed his erect cock and traced a pattern on her ass cheeks with the final stringy dribble of come that oozed to the eye of his penis.
She stepped away from him, and climbed over the side of the tub. He followed her, and the fine spray of steaming water made him feel clean and exhilarated all over. She soaped him liberally, paying special attention to his genitals. She lathered him well, and he rinsed himself in the hot spray of fine needles which came from the shower head, before taking the soap and lathering her. He lathered her front and back, top and bottom. As he lathered her ass crack, his cock twitched, and he took his shaft in his hand.
It grew visibly as he held it in the fine hot spray. He held it in his palm, and directed it to the little puckered rear entrance between the soft orbs of Lorraine's ass when she stooped down to pick up the bar of soap he dropped. When she felt him probing her between the buttocks, she remained bent over, but handed back the soap.
He lathered her ass crack well, fingering the tight opening with his slippery finger. He reached around to her soft, yielding tits with their hard, long nipples. She gripped his cock with the muscles of her buttocks, and his cock got iron hard under the pressure.
"Push it in now," she said huskily. "Quick, before you get any bigger."
He strained firmly against her rear opening for a time, pressing first one way, then another. Then, like a bolt, he penetrated. He felt the walls of her rear passageway against the sides of his shaft.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
He began working his cock in and out, and it began to get tender from the friction and the soap. It ached with his burning passion, and he was gripping her tits and grinding his hips forward as he got ready to discharge his throbbing gism into her rectum.
She took one of his hands from her tits and unabashedly pulled it down to her curly mons. Grasping his index finger, she put it right into her fold of tender tissue where it touched her clit. She began stroking herself with his finger. She was gyrating then, and the movement of her ass made him come forcefully.
Again and again he was jolted by the feel of his balls snacking against her ass cheeks as jet after jet streamed into her rectum until she couldn't hold any more, and it started foaming out of her and running down with the sudsy soap, down the crack of her ass, down over Rocco's hairy scrotum.
Still he continued to erupt into her intestines. Wave after wave of tension coursed up from his cock, across his groin and his buttocks, up his spine and neck, until it exploded in a shower of sparks behind his eyes and . he slowly let himself down from the heights of his orgasm.
He was flaccid, and his cock was expelled from her ass. She straightened up. They stepped out of the shower and toweled each other dry.
CHAPTER TWO
Rocco's first actual customer came in the following day. As he came into the reception room, she quickly closed a book she was reading intently, and stuffed it into her purse.
He was too pleased with the prospect of having a new customer to wonder what the book, which she hurriedly hid, was about.
As she rose to him, her face bright and open, her long, blonde hair streaming loosely over her left shoulder, she passed her tongue across her lips. "How do you do, I'm Ellen Thatcher. I teach at the elementary school here in town and was hoping you could get me in without an appointment."
"Certainly," Rocco said. "But your hair is too long for me to finish shampooing before your afternoon classes start, I'm afraid."
"Oh, my hair is all right. I simply want a facial," she replied.
"Well, that's no problem. Come this way." He led the way to the facial booths toward the back.
He sat in the stool behind the couch while she loosened her collar, and then the top three buttons of her blouse so that he could reach her entire neck.
As she took off her earrings and her necklace, Rocco asked her to remove her blouse entirely, so it would not get soiled with the creams and oils.
She flushed and lowered her eyes, "I'm not wearing a bra."
"Well, at least bare your shoulders. I'd hate to ruin that lovely blouse you're wearing," he said as he turned to place a paper towel across the foot rest. Then he noted that her short skirt was almost level with the edge of her pantyhose, where it changed to a darker color, and he began to get excited thinking of the lush blonde puss just inches above the skirt hem.
His thoughts were on her curvaceous legs while he placed a headband around her hair. He carefully slid the towel over her breasts as they rose and fell beneath her tautly stretched blouse. He lowered the headrest and began applying cleansing cream.
His hands moved deftly from her chin, and swept to the end of her lovely jawline, and from the base of her pert little upturned nose to her temples. Then the fingers moved between her brows, up over the bridge of her nose, across her smooth forehead back to her temples.
Then he let his fingers move, almost of their own volition, down her neck, across the top of her chest and out toward her shoulders.
She moaned slightly as he did this, and his fingers began to tremble slightly.
"Ohhhh, does that feel good! You're really great, you know that?" she said in a sultry voice.
"You're turned on by a facial?" Rocco said in jest.
"Wow! You bet I am!"
He was surprised by her answer. He wondered how many women got turned on this way while he applied the steaming towels. He adjusted the infra-red light and began applying emollient cream while he massaged her face and neck.
She only sighed and moaned weakly from his touch.
It was while he was applying the astringent lotion that he noticed that her right hand had crept down to the hem of her skirt, and was pressing insistently at the space right between her legs.
He noticed now that her forehead was perspiring and she was shivering slightly. Amazed, he watched as her lithe fingers pressed between her legs fervently. Soon she had raised her skirt and he saw she wore no panties beneath her pantyhose. Her fingers groped for the elastic waistband, found it and reached under her pantyhose.
He watched while her fingers parted the tender humid folds of her cunt lips and searched for the little knob of flesh between them.
Grabbing it tightly, she shivered and began rubbing it in awkward rhythm, fighting the restrictions of her pantyhose. She let go only for a second to pull up her skirt and pull down her hose, which she had around her knees when Rocco began kissing her passionately. His tongue was in her mouth, and was licking her teeth and lips. He held one enormous breast in one hand, and squeezed it in his palm. pinching the erect nipple through the material of her blouse.
He moved his tongue toward her ear, licking and probing the tiny shell-like hollow until she shuddered with her rising passion.
She clutched him tightly, violently, against her warm body, pressing her swollen mound hard into his palm.
And then, without warning, she pulled away, her beautiful face a mask of passion, her lower lip quivering with raw unbridled emotion. She spoke with her eyes opening and closing as if she were blinking out the strong lights. "Would you-suck me?"
"I've wanted to, Ellen. Oh, you don't know how I've wanted to do that since I first saw you in my reception room. I've wanted nothing else!"
He pushed her back on the facial chair and slipped her pantyhose the rest of the way off her shapely legs. He slid her skirt down over the twin globes of her ass cheeks as she raised them to let the skirt rip off. Her gash was a pulsing red slit crowned with a halo of gossamer blonde hair. He stroked it with his trembling fingers and pushed his tongue forward, in between the grasping hungry lips. He felt her cunt quivering against the abrasive invasion of his tongue, and reached upward to grasp her breasts. His fingers locked around the firm large orbs and his tongue and mouth absorbed the heat and juices from between her parted thighs. The heat of her pussy was baking up against his lips, inviting his tongue with its silky softness. His tongue went berserk against the insides of her cunt, lashing against the walls while his fingers massaged her tit buds with the same expert movements they had been so well trained for.
She began to hump back, lifting her ass from the chair with each thrust. She begged, "Oh, Rocco, your tongue is so good. I'm going to come in a minute. I want to come in your crazy, sucking mouth."
Her thighs were thick and rounded, and she used them to grasp his head tightly as she humped him up against the slippery wet V of her cunt. "Finger me!" she pleaded.
His fingers left her tit to probe into her undulating opening. Her pussy was wide and full. With his hand down between her thighs, firmly in her crotch, she moaned and stiffened, spreading her thighs. "Hurry-"
He looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her rich blonde hair was spread like a cascade across the headpiece of the chair.
He hooked his fingers inside her silken box, while with his other hand, he rubbed across the broad, hairy span of her V. The hot, wet interior of her body was exploding with her juices as she pushed down, groaning and coming. She was tight and wet inside, and he could distinctly feel the walls of her cunt convulsing in spasms of orgiastic pleasure.
He thrust his wet, slimy fingers deeply into her, straining against her sweaty flesh until his fist was curled tightly up against the hairy flaps of her cunt lips. He continued wriggling the fingers back and forth, moving them around and around inside her, turning them, screwing them, skewering them high into her climaxing body.
She began to hump down, rotated her hips in a slow, shallow circle that signaled the pleasure was draining from her tremendous orgasm.
He kissed the bowl of her belly, his angry cock pushing hard against the warm, wet inside of her leg, weak with the dimming orgasm.
She began to writhe and moan, low, deep, throaty moans of need.
He tongued her erect clit stem and she locked his face against her cunt with both of her hands against the back of his head. He pushed his tongue back inside her, feeling the slippery tightness of the convulsing passage against his tongue. His nose was buried in the seeping dew, and he inhaled the dank, aromatic musk of her leaking pussy.
She lifted her legs then, pulling them back so that he was probing almost directly downward with his tongue.
She cried out her need. "Please, make me come again!" She took her hands from his head and locked them behind her legs, spreading herself and opening herself more to him.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
'very reluctantly, he took his lips from her drooling cunt. There was hair on his tongue, and he worked it out at the same time he unzipped his trousers with his greasy fingers. The zipper opened and released his pulsing, throbbing cock.
As it bounded out of his pants, Ellen's eyes opened wide. "Oh, Rocco, yes, yes, please! It's so big! I just knew it would be big. Fuck me, fuck me hard with it." She reached for it, her fingers grasping and tightening around the thick crown. She started pulling it towards her own matted pussy.
He knelt between her spread thighs, and the head of his cock brushed against her cunt lips.
She humped down onto the cock excitedly and he slipped into her tight hot hole of passion, feeling the wet rubbery elasticity of her massaging his stiff rod. He pushed in deeply, burying his cock until his balls rebounded from her soft ass cheeks. He could feel the gripping tightness as he drilled in and out of her. He felt the heat and the wetness leading down to the underside of his scrotum, now, down beneath the throbbing hardness of his erect shaft.
Her legs were still lifted, and now she locked her feet around him, bringing her cunt almost vertical so that he was drilling down into the warm inside of her hungry body.
The wetness was incredible. It boiled out over his testicles and he felt it pour across his belly. The thick mucuous oils made her cunt squish and slurp, like a greedy, hungry, drooling mouth.
She screamed, "Oh, Rocco, I'm commminnnnngggg!" Her cunt tightened like a huge fist around his plunging cock. A deep, soothing wetness was spreading from the tip of his cock. She pulled back her thighs with her hands, pulling them back and back, until she was nearly bent in two.
His cock sunk deeper and deeper as it stabbed her like a sword. He pushed down, until his balls strained against the stretched flesh of her ass cheeks as she came, hard and flailing as though to swallow him up whole. Then he began to come. He groaned as his sperm throbbed out of his cock in thick surges. He groaned and pushed deeper and deeper.
When she felt the sperm against the sensitive back of her cunt, Ellen began to come again.
Then she was coming and he was coming, in one long, glorious climax.
He could feel the ring of muscles around the edge of her pussy tighten around the base of his still exploding cock, and he could feel their combined love juices as they burbled out of her canal from the pressure of their fucking.
She was moaning now and kicking as tears streamed from her eyes as she went over the edge once more, draining all of his gism with her powerful little body.
When it was over, they dressed and she relaxed for a minute with a cigarette before going back to her class. "Oh, you don't know how I needed that. Those little monsters drive me up the wall. I get tight as a spring, and somehow, I know that if I don't get laid, I'm going to lose my head and strike one of those little bastards."
"Teaching elementary school isn't easy, is it?" Rocco asked, wondering why he never had a teacher like this when he was a kid.
"Hell, no," she said, puffing on her cigarette. "Just doing your main job, to not show the bastards how much you hate them, takes all your energy. Then there's the discipline part, keeping the little girl from lifting their dresses to show the little boys their panties, and things like that. And only then do you start to teach them anything. It's terrible. I mean, at a teacher's convention or something like that it's zonko! Everyone is so horny just from the stress of their jobs that those teacher's conventions are like one big orgy."
"No fooling," Rocco said. "You know, I'd bet that there are lots of other teachers at the school who could use a weekly, uh, facial. To relax them and help them unwind," Rocco added.
"Oh, they'll find out about you, all right. You needn't worry about that."
Rocco discovered that evening that what Ellen said was true.
A thin, young woman with exquisitely-dyed silver hair came in that evening. She was a fourth grade teacher, and she had heard that he was good with hair from Ellen Thatcher.
Dolly Curtis had a dimpled, round face, with a round hairline and round chin line. Her hairstyle had been done by an expert, he could tell, for her hair was arranged high on top of her head, leaving the ears exposed and creating an illusion of length to the face by minimizing the roundness of it.
She wore a mini with a T neck body dress that unzipped down the front. The zipper was now showing just a hint of her cleavage, but in class she probably had it zipped right up to the collar. Her outfit was in bright red and it set off her silver hair superbly.
"You'd like only a facial, I presume," Rocco said bluntly.
"No, I'd like you to shampoo my hair please. It's rather long, and is likely to take a little while. Can you do it for me today? I have so little time to myself evenings, and I must teach during the day."
"Sure," Rocco nodded, wondering whether her evenings were busy because her pussy was also dyed silver. Of course it wasn't, he thought. No one would dye her pussy silver. Ellen had gotten to him this afternoon. But she was talking about him, and even if little Dolly here didn't know why Ellen liked him so much, he was definitely going to enjoy running his fingers through that silvery hair of hers.
Dolly was cool and untalkative as Rocco prepared to shampoo her, undoing the hairstyle by first removing the many pins in her hair. Then he draped her with a folded towel around her neck, fastened the shampoo cape over it, and went to work.
The hair was a genuine pleasure to work with. It had luster and spring under his fingertips.
"Teaching gets pretty hectic, doesn't it?" Rocco tried to make conversation.
"Yes, you just have to steel yourself up in the. morning. Every day is simply murder in there," she sighed.
Rocco was removing the excess water from the hair at the shampoo bowl, wiping the moisture from around her lovely, round face and ears with the end of a soft towel.
He massaged her scalp with his palms and fingers, using a circular motion, as he stood behind her wishing the towel wasn't covering her dress front.
When her hair was partially dry, he put her under a hair drying machine. Reluctantly, he decided that all she wanted was her hair done. But, he remembered happily, Ellen had made another appointment for next week. His cock twitched in anticipation of seeing her again.
After Dolly had spent the required amount of time under the dryer, Rocco came up front to shut off the machine and brush out her hair. He felt himself go numb with the shock of what he saw.
She had her mini hiked up over her hips and was straddling the electric motor that blew warm air from the hair dryer.
It took several slow moments for Rocco to realize what was happening.
She was bringing herself off on the vibrating motor.
She did not see him watching her. Her face was turned away, but he suspected that her eyes were closed anyway. She was rubbing herself furiously up and back on the motor housing as it whirred away between her parted thighs. Her face was wet with perspiration and so were her bare legs. Her moans told him that she was coming inside her panties.
Quietly, he stepped up and shut off the machine.
Startled, she jumped back and pulled down her mini clumsily. Her face was a mask of shocked embarrassment. "I didn't think-you'd come back-so quickly," she stammered, pressing her legs together to quell the final orgasmic shudders that shook her shoulders ever so slightly.
"Then you've done that before?" he asked, still not fully recovered from the shock of what he caught her doing. "I, uh, mean, to relax, of course. You do that, uh, frequently?"
"Well, not every time." She looked at the floor and moved away from him, covered with shame.
"That's all right. You have to find some way of releasing the day's tensions," Rocco said, trying to get her to relax.
When she looked at him, there was fear in her eyes. "You won't tell-"
"No, of course not. You'd be surprised how many of my clients come here just for that reason," he said.
She involuntarily glanced at the motor casing, wet with her sex.
"No, I didn't mean that way. They usually prefer to relax in a small booth in private. Let me show you." He gently grasped her elbow and she accompanied him to the booth where he and Ellen had fucked that afternoon.
There was a massage table in that booth and a vibrator. As Dolly lay back tensely on the table, he took a vibrator and worked it slowly in circular movements over her face and neck. Next, he took each hand and ran the vibrator expertly over the different muscle groups all the way up to her shoulder.
Finally, he went to her feet and legs. By the time he reached her knees, she was almost completely relaxed as she lay there.
Cautiously, so as not to frighten her by going too fast, he began working over her thighs, and she spread them slightly to accommodate his efforts. Expertly, his fingers traced over the motor points of the muscle groups and followed the patterns of circulation, while he tried to look up under her mini. The red of it was almost blinding.
"I've never gone to a beautician like you before," she said. "This is really great."
Rocco, afraid to break the mood, remained silent and continued stroking her thighs, slowly working over to the insides of them.
"Oh, I can feel that. It's exciting me," she whispered.
"You've never had an affair, have you, Dolly?" Rocco could sense that she would be easy. She was a shy, sensitive young thing of about twenty-two, insecure and full of self-doubt. A lot of beautiful women are like that. She was so striking that hardly any man ever asked her out, thinking that they would never have a chance to attract someone so beautiful. So Dolly spent her evening home alone, keeping occupied probably with her report cards, and wondering why she was not more popular. She was ripe for the taking, thought Rocco as his vibrator inched under the hem of her mini.
Her eyes looked directly at him as he ran the vibrator gently up toward her sex.
"A lot of people come to a hairdresser to relax this way, Dolly. You needn't be frightened," he purred.
"Oh, it feels so wonderful," she breathed.
"Would you like me to continue?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, please," she murmured.
Obligingly, he traced up along the inside of her thigh with the vibrator until it just tantalized the crotch piece of her diaphanous panties beneath that red skirt.
She squirmed, then whimpered as she screwed up her face and moved her hips, testing the stimulation at various places.
As she did so, she reached up with one hand and slid the zipper on the front of her dress as far down as it would go. She grasped one huge globe and opened her eyes to look at Rocco.
"That's all right. It's only to relax you. You have a difficult job. It's trying, and you need to relax," he soothed.
Her hand massaged the bulging globe under her dress. Rocco still could not see her breasts or her crotch, but he knew that in time she would loosen up and accept him. He pressed the vibrator a little harder against her panty-covered pussy, and her fingers twisted and tugged at her nipple beneath the dress. He could feel the perspiration on her legs now, and his own cock was incredibly stiff and began to ache within its confinement.
When he could hardly bear it any longer, he unzipped his own trousers and let his angry cock pop out, weaving hungrily between the teeth of the zipper.
Dolly's eyes were still closed tightly, as if to see these things that he was doing to her, and that she was doing to herself, would be somehow unbearable.
He guided her hand to his cock and her fingers stiffened in shock. She opened her eyes and stared at his huge, thick cock. She closed her eyes again almost drowsily. "Oh, we shouldn't be doing this," she said in a heady voice.
Rocco was running the vibrator back and forth on her outstretched legs, then up and up over her mound and around in circles by her pussy.
She took her hand from his cock and put it on his wrist to push away the vibrator.
He bent low and kissed her tenderly. Then he put his mouth near her ear and whispered, "I love the way your breasts looked in the red dress this evening. I'd like to see them. Dolly, would you let me look at your breasts?"
While he spoke, he brought his lips around her chin and neck and was soon pressing his lips over hers, gently and firmly.
She released the hold she had on his wrist, and he pushed her open dress back over her jutting mounds, revealing two of the finest-shaped cones he had ever seen. He swiftly ran his hand over their forms, brushing almost incidentally over her pink nipples. He took his hand down in the space between them and inched it expertly toward her navel.
He found that she was perspiring all over now, and that she was panting. The long pink nipples were hard little buds. He put his face down to one of them and clipped it between his lips. His other hand kneaded her belly, moving her lithe body under his hand and his mouth. He worked her abdomen in an expert circular motion while he teased her erect tit bud with his lips and teeth, occasionally taking in large mouthfuls of the gland into his mouth.
She was breathing very heavy and he began to undo his belt and shirt buttons. He stood upright for a brief moment to slip off his trousers and his shirt, his socks and shoes. Then he lay down next to her on the table as she slid one hand down between her own legs and started rubbing herself furiously.
He adroitly slipped the red body dress over her shoulders and down to her knees, to reveal the slender white hand strumming her crotch furiously.
Almost before he could get her panties down, she had reached for his hand and guided it to her slit.
Her cunt was wet and puffy with her excitement. She was breathing with such difficulty now that her tits quivered. She showed by the expression of her face that she was experiencing terrific pleasure in all this.
"You want to fuck, don't you?" he whispered into her ear as he ground his hand into her groin like a dildo.
"Uh huh," she said, whimpering softly. Her legs started to shuffle spasmodically.
Her hot, little pussy was gyrating now under his touch, and she started to groan as he sank one finger fully into her tight moist hot hole of passion.
She opened her legs wide, and with her free hand started rubbing her large labia.
He inserted another finger into her sex hole. He wriggled and pressed and probed the lubricated walls of her well.
Her breathing now was just a series of deep gasps.
He moved over her and slipped his knees between her spread legs and forced them even farther apart.
She looked down at his hot, pulsing cock and then down at her own ripe pussy, as he fingered her with his two fingers, curling and twisting them against the walls of her canal.
He had already fingered her into a pulpy mass of trembling cunt, leaking with her juices and mats of her hair pressed down on her pubic ridge.
He forced his knees under her buttocks as he reached behind her knees with his hands. He folded her legs back and used them for leverage in bending her in two. This doubled her over and made her juicy cunt lips pout out in between the large hairy lips.
He levered her so that he could get his knees farther under her back, so that she could rest on his thighs while he knelt and drank from her slopping cunt.
He fixed his lips tightly on her orifice and probed her with his tongue. This was almost like drinking wine out of a leather bottle, for she flowed so thickly and in such quantities that he had to swallow many times.
She squirmed beneath him as his tongue licked over her erect clitoris.
She started rotating her ass and squeezing her cunt lips in what Rocco recognized as an impending orgasm.
"Let me suck you," she whimpered as her ass made tighter and tighter circles in the air.
He moved into the position of inverted love and she greedily grabbed his cock while her gyrating ass opened again for his mouth.
Her hands ran up inside his legs, making his balls jump and crawl. Her fingers were moving the balls back and forth inside the sac with a slow rhythm. She licked and lapped at his balls while his cock was imprisoned between two fingers. Every so often her tongue would lash out and lick over his swollen prick. Then she had it in her mouth, sucking on it and lashing her tongue about the long thick shaft around and under.
She was moving her own ass and her tongue faster and faster.
He could feel himself getting ready to come. The gism was rising up in his cock as she continued to move beneath him even faster.
When he felt himself start to go over the edge, she opened her mouth and drove her head on his cock like a spike, until he could feel the tight ring of muscles at the back of her throat.
His tongue had left her fuzz-crowned pussy and was probing her asshole now. She resisted and when she felt him come, she simply opened up and he was able to drive his tongue all the way up into her asshole.
That was what she needed.
She went over in a second.
Even more of the sweet, warm juice oozed out of her cunt. It was running down the inside of her thighs, down over the cheeks of her ass, and wetting the cover of the table. His cheeks were wet and warm with the greasy slickness of her come.
They rested for a short time. Neither moved, waiting for the other to move. He felt his cock begin to grow again as he breathed lazily on her puffy clitoris which jumped and bobbed under his lips.
"Fuck me good," she whispered. "Fuck me with your cock. I need to be fucked. You would never believe how I need it."
Rocco raised himself from her supple body and knelt again between her open legs. He aimed his cock and slid it easily into her stretched wet pussy.
She only moaned as he moved deeply into her cunt. Soon she was thrashing under him and against him, swinging her legs around his waist as he pressed against her smooth breasts, her nipples hard as marbles.
She started to cry out in wild abandon as he moved within her and consciously forced his cock to move against the walls of her gaping pussy.
He would force himself up until he felt the rubbery end of her womb against the tip of his prick.
And then he could hold it back no longer. Like a madman, he pumped and swiveled his ass as spurt after spurt of gism spread inside of her cunt, the warm slurping sounds filling his ears as his come filled her and was pressured out against his balls, as they slapped resoundingly against her wet ass cheeks.
He plunged down into this lovely little cunt again and again, until all of his excitement had drained and he was weak and tired.
As he lay there by her side, he began to wonder, for the first time, whether he didn't prefer eating women like this to fucking them. It wasn't that Dolly, for instance, was too good to fuck, but it was far more enjoyable for him to eat her. For one thing, there was all that wonderful curly hair around a girl's pussy.
The hair. What was there about pussy hair that excited him so?
As he lay in a drowsy semi-sleep, Dolly breathing deeply and regularly at his side, a memory from the long-forgotten past drifted back to him. He remembered when, as a little boy, so young that he didn't even remember the incident very well or how old he was when it happened, he was with his lovely young Aunt Irma. She had squatted down to his level so that she could talk to him. As she spoke to him, he could see under her dress and between her legs. What he saw was a rich lush bush of dark hair, between which was part of the length of her pink slit.
And that was the first time he ever got excited.
CHAPTER THREE
It was in this way that Rocco realized that he was a cunt-lapper. It was almost with the thrill he had as a little boy with his pretty aunt that he admitted this to himself.
That, one incident had set the tone for his entire life, he realized now. For even his profession of hairstyling had its earliest origin in making women sexually desirable from the standpoint of their hair.
His next customer had long blonde hair which hung almost straight down past her shoulders. She was slender and svelte, a tall, statuesque woman. She was strikingly attractive, with high full cheeks that made her face diamond-shaped.
Sandra was a housewife with three schoolchildren. She learned about Rocco through Ellen, who taught her youngest son.
She sat in the reception room wearing a beige jumpsuit that had a corduroy top with puffed sleeves, a zipped plunge neck, cinched waist and pants that fit tightly around her hips to flair in loose folds to her ankles.
Inside the jumpsuit, Rocco could tell that her small breasts were high and her waist was narrow. But her hips were full and wide, and her buttocks were round and firm.
She smiled brightly at him as he motioned her into the back of the office. "I heard you were pretty good," she said with a voice of bemused interest.
"Some clients think so," he looked briefly up at her to see that she had moved her lips into a tiny, hesitant smile.
"I'd like a new hairstyle. What do you think you could do for me?" she asked.
"Well, first of all, you have lovely hair. But you shouldn't be wearing it that way. Your face is more suited to something like this," he pointed to a picture in a lotion promo. "Something with high waves and bangs to reduce the illusion of width across the cheekbone line."
"Sounds like an all-day job," she commented.
"It'll take about three hours," he said.
"Will we be disturbed?" she looked directly at him, a hint of amusement in her face.
"Do you want to be fucked now, or afterwards?" he said bluntly.
"Afterward. That's the test of a really good hairstyling, if it lasts in bed."
"Maybe it's only a test of how good the fuck is," he countered.
He mixed the solutions and shampooed her hair, using all of the time available to get excited about this housewife.
After the permanent, while he was brushing out her curls, she began to talk about herself a a little. She was unhappy with her husband. Regardless of what she did to please him, he was never horny enough to please her.
While he combed her hair into the pattern in which the waves would fall in the planned design, Rocco began to realize that a beautician to a woman was something very much like a bartender to a man. He was someone to whom all of the unhappy, unsatisifed, and just plain depressed women would turn to for advice, information or just a sounding-board.
She talked, and he listened. While taking one section of hair at a time, he combed in the proper lines, ridges and indentations.
When he brushed out the finished coiffure, he was surprised at how richly beautiful she had become. From simply a striking woman to a truly lovely woman. He welled with pride when he showed her the result in the mirror and saw her expression of pleasure.
"Why, you've made me beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Beautiful. I don't know what to say to you. You've done a fantastic job. I haven't looked so good since I was in high school," she bubbled over with effusiveness.
Rocco stood back, admiring his work. "Now perhaps your husband will take more interest in you, Sandra."
"How can I ever thank you?" she asked. There was genuine gratitude in her voice.
She moved silently into his arms and held him close. "You know why I came here," she said. "But I didn't think-I mean-no one has ever been able to do so much with my hair before. When I came here, all I wanted or expected was a quick brush styling and a good fuck. But, you've made me beautiful. I feel like a new person, Rocco. I really do."
Her aristocratic bearing melted away while Rocco held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth and from side to side while his stiffening cock pressed outward in his clothes.
Even while they stood together, Rocco was sliding the jumpsuit off her shoulders and undoing his belt. She silently worked the buttons of his shirt with trembling slender fingers. Soon they were naked together.
He led her to a facial booth and watched her get comfortable on the reclining chair.
Pearly drops of her love dew glistened on her pussy hair invitingly.
"I want to suck you, Sandra," he said, almost apologetically. Somehow it still seemed wrong for him, a strong Italian boy, to be kneeling before a woman. But her golden V beckoned to him, and as he approached, she moved her legs apart to reveal the entire length of the pink juicy slit.
He held the pulsing lips open with two fingers, while frigging the growing clit with his thumb. Meanwhile, his other hand cupped Sandra's breast, delighting in the smooth soft feel of it. Her distended nipple was punching a hole in the center of his palm.
"OH, that's so nice," she moaned. "Does it feel so good for you?"
"It feels wet and hot," he answered. "It's begging me for a stiff tongue."
"My whole body is crying out to erupt out of my sex hole," she replied.
"Oh, that's it, Sandra. Fuck nice. Fuck down on my fingers."
"Oh, yes, I'm fucking them, baby."
Gently, he teased her nipple and he felt and saw the tremors which started at her legs rise over her whole body. His eyes centered on her cute little blond bush which glistened with pearls of love.
"Aahhh, you're so so sweet and syrupy. You're soaking with love," he purred. He was making slow, small circles with his thumb as he stroked the insides of her cunt lips with his fingers.
As her hips started making lazy gyrations on the chair, he submerged two fingers deep into her hungry cunt.
She reached down and grasped his stiff cock, and his two fingers felt her cunt palpitate their succulent tissues around the bases of the fingers. His sodden fingers were getting warmer and wetter with every passion second. Still, she continued to roll her hips back and forth. He was increasing the tempo of his movements on her clitoris, as he stood over her, gazing down at her wriggling curves as each of the two index fingers jerked and slithered and undulated against a separate spot inside her box.
Then he took the two fingers deep from her dripping pussy and with an excitement he never knew, placed them gently on his lips.
"Ohhhhh, let me-" she pleaded.
He put the greasy lingers to her lips and watched as her tongue darted out and curled around his slimy index finger, lapping hungrily.
"Delicious. Lovely juice," she sighed. She took both fingers into her mouth and began sucking them.
"Suck my cock fingers with your mouth. Suck, suck, suck!" he said. His fingers had become an extension of his cock. Stiff, hard, pumping in and out of her mouth. His fingers were jerking spasmodically like his cock, getting set to spew out great spurts of thick gism.
"Oh, baby, suck them," he cried as he went over the edge. The orgasm shocked him by its suddenness. He was fucking his fingers furiously into her mouth as he felt the soft lips caressing them and a hot wet tongue curling around and flicking against them.
As his balls tightened, getting ready to spew out hot globs of cream, he took his free hand and placed the eye of the cock right over her nipple. The little opening was getting set to spurt, and it grew and grasped at the hard little marble, pulsating just as he began to come.
It squirted in a thick rush over her long nipple, then flowed in pouring waves outward across her aureola, with each jet of gism that erupted.
In the soft afterglow he felt, she cupped her breast and offered it toward him. He knelt down and leaned over it, placing his lips around that soft, wet nipple that was only a short time ago hard as a marble.
His tongue skimmed lightly over the flaccid protuberance, and he felt her body jerk rhythmically.
His tongue fluttered over his own come on her breast.
"Suck it, oh, Rocco, suck it," she gasped. "Your nipple is like a tiny cock," he murmured.
Sandra was pressing him to her, squashing her soft, firm tit into his avid mouth. "Take that cock in your mouth, lick it, lick it," she pleaded.
He suctioned the nipple, pulling it, teasing it, running his tongue across its stiffening tissue. His other hand reached around to cup her other breast, and he squeezed and caressed it, his palm pressing down the rising button, his fingers caressing the sensitive gland.
Then she pulled his mouth away from her tit. She raised her lips to his, her slender fingers on either side of his face. Then her tongue slithered into his mouth and their tongues embraced.
"Lie on your back, Rocco, my sweet. I want to make love to you and taste you, eat you-"
She eased him back on the long chair, her mouth still covering his, her tongue fucking through his tender membranes.
She moved over him then, into the sixty-nine position of inverted love and he felt her fluttery tongue lapping away at his swollen cock. She flicked at the turgid bulbous crown, and then, lowering her head on it, engulfed as much of the cock as she could, running her hot snake-like tongue around its sensitive underside. Then, her hand on his scrotum, her fingers tantalized the hairy sac.
She only interrupted her ministrations to beg, "Oh, Rocco, my cunt. Do my cunt. It's wet for you. It's open for you. It's hot for you again."
"It's a beautiful, beautiful pussy," he answered as he plunged it again with his tongue.
As she lay on top of him, he reached up and spread her ass cheeks to get his face in tighter. He could feel his cock growing, burning inside her lapping mouth.
And then he was coming in her mouth.
He was shooting into her throat, and she was sucking and swallowing his come.
She clung tightly to his gyrating, spasming hips and soon, she, too, was beginning to come.
Her body began writhing in a cadence of orgasm as her cunt twisted and grasped at his probing tongue. Then she tightened her thigh on his head like a vise and wrenched and wrenched, until he could feel the burning hot wetness cascade out of her cunt as he lapped and licked at the clear lava that was erupting.
Every atom of his body was alive in the soft afterglow of their shared passion.
It was in this mood that they parted.
Rocco regretted that she did not make an appointment, but, after her husband saw her tonight, bright and radiant, she was sure never go to another beautician, he reflected.
He was in this mood still when the young high school girl stepped up to the counter and sampled some of the lipsticks. She was wearing only a loose shirt and jeans, but Rocco was certain that there was nothing beneath those clothes. He could just make out, under the heavy material, that her breasts were large and pendulous, sagging slightly under their own weight.
"Can I help you?" he asked, facing her.
She shook her head, sending her long brown hair tumbling across her shoulders. She said, "This is a new place, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied. "You're from City High?"
"Uh-huh. I was thinking of having something done with my mousy hair for graduation, but I just don't know. No one has ever been able to do anything with it."
"Well, I think you'd look great in something like this," he said as he showed her a picture in a beauty culture magazine.
"Oh, I don't think that's for me."
"Tell you what. Let me do that one, and if you don't like it afterward, you owe me nothing for it. It's my risk. I'll guarantee that that's why no one was ever able to do a good job for you," Rocco said.
"Well, what have I got to lose?" she shrugged, and her pendulous breasts moved under the material of her shirt.
The hairstyle he had selected had a high curl, coming from one side and hanging low on the forehead. It was not an easy style, since her hair required much cutting and preparation. Only when it finally began to take shape, while Rocco took one section at a time, making the proper lines along with the ridges and waves, did the softness and style of the finished coiffure blend with her squarish face. Still, Rocco was not satisfied. He took out the exaggerations and over-emphasis until he was happy with the final silhouette.
He applied a light spray to the hair to hold it in place, and, using the teeth of the comb sparingly, lightly fit all of the small hair and loose ends into place. Each even movement and touch during this stage was planned to smooth out the imperfections.
She looked in the mirror, assessing the work, while he stepped back and confirmed his balance of lines and proportion. He was satisfied, as any artist is, with the artistic harmony he saw in his work.
Only when he caught her deep brown eyes in the mirror did he realize how really uniquely beautiful she really was. Her face was like a musical composition, her gently tapered chin, her straight perfect nose, and full, sensual mouth.
"You know, you're really good," she said, nodding her head in approval. "This will really knock them out at graduation."
Rocco knew that beneath that shirt was the completion of his day. Inside those jeans, under the rug of brown fuzz, was a treasure he had to call his own.
So, when she rose and went to the counter to pay, he said, "Gosh, I didn't realize how late it was. Would you help me a moment to shut off the machines and close the shop?"
"Sure," she replied happily.
He waited until she was in a corner, and all of the shades were drawn and the light turned off.
Then he pulled her to himself and kissed her. Her body was soft and exciting against his, and his cock began to stir. He could feel her huge breasts flattening against his chest, her nipples pumping themselves into a state of arousal. The heat ozzing from between her legs was as intense as he'd always imagined, and it spread across his groin.
Yet he sensed a momentary fear.
There was an initial shock.
"Rocco, I don't understand-this is crazy!" she breathed into his ear.
He pulled her to him again, stepping forward as he did so, throwing her slightly off balance.
She turned her head away from him, and he caught her lips. Then he began to kiss her, hard and wet, rolling his tongue, licking at the roof of her mouth with his tongue.
He leaned into her with his stiff cock, pressing it between her thighs, pushing it up hard into the softness of her cunt.
He did this, waiting for her simple passion to answer him. He was communicating without words, and waiting for an answer without using any of the words, without even knowing this girl's name.
His stiff cock was talking to her cunt.
Her breathing became harsh and wet as she finally realized that he wasn't forcing her. It was not rape.
"Rocco," she pleaded, her eyes searching his. "This is crazy. I don't know-"
He slid his tongue into her open mouth, tasting her budding excitement. Her struggling had brought her back to the wall, and he took advantage of it. He leaned hard into her, catching her back firmly against the wall so that she couldn't move. He ground into her mouth and into her groin.
She spread her thighs, and immediately he pushed himself between them, lifting up so that his pounding cock was wedged in tightly against her cunt.
She moved slowly, but it was a hard grinding on his cock as she responded to the pleasure she felt.
It was going to be good, he knew.
It was going to be very good.
When he released her mouth, he felt his trousers wet from her copiously flowing juices. He placed his hand down there and felt her jeans soggy with her fluids.
"I don't understand," she said. "What do you want?"
He did not answer, but only continued grinding her ass with his cock.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said.
"I haven't either," he lied. "But I love you. I've loved you from the moment you came in here this afternoon. I've wanted to make love to you ever since then."
His cock stood stiffly out, pushing out the front of his trousers, wet with her sex fluids. "Let's go where we can be more comfortable."
Without a word, he turned and went down the hall. She followed like a puppy. She followed him down the hall, already taking off her shirt and loosening her jeans. By the time they entered the facial booth with the massage table, her shirt was open and he could see the hint of black bikini panties at the top of her jeans as they slid down her flat belly.
He watched as she let the jeans fall to her ankles, hooked the waistband of the black panties under her thumbs, and shoved the wet bikinis down on top of her jeans. A string of iridescent sex lava hung from her brown bush.
She had a tiny bush, with only a spare few hairs. But as her shirt slid down her slender arms, she revealed the darkest, largest pair of aureolas that he'd ever seen. And on a girl so young! She moved toward him then and in an instant he, too, was naked. First, she urged him onto his back on the massage table, and began undoing his belt. She slipped off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt. When he was completely naked, she sat straight up across his lap, fondling his engorged cock. She was rubbing her own engorged cunt lips in that familiar slow stroke that women use to bring themselves off.
When her own cunt was so hot and greasy that it burned him as the lava bubbled out, she spread her thighs wide apart, and, kneeling, bent her legs back behind her and rubbed her clit over the underside of his sensitive cock.
As she humped herself to and fro, her body glistened with sweat and her massive tits swung back and forth.
She bent forward, thrusting her pear-shaped tits full into his face. Her movement allowed him to position the head of his cock directly between her sopping cunt lips. Then he raised himselfon his elbows, and captured a swaying tit with his lips, licking the hard nub in the center, sucking the magnificent gland to draw blood up into the nipple.
Then he hunched with all his might, driving his tingling cock up into the tight wet tunnel of her grinding pussy. All the while he sucked and licked at the breast with his tongue and teeth and lips. He loved the feeling of that velvety skin on his tongue, and he rolled and licked that gland until his saliva ran down and trickled in a rivulet on her heaving body.
Half sitting and half lying down, he clasped his fingers behind her back, and pressing his face between the mounds of her flesh, licked at the salty sweat he found there. He soon discovered that with his hands around her, he could alter her position on his cock driving himself up into another part of her quivering cunt barrel. The cock head pressed against the soft walls and a thrill of pleasure raced down his shaft and up his spine. He squeezed his thighs together and lifted his ass off the table, screwing hard into her hot wetness for throb after throb of intense pleasure.
He felt the cheeks of her ass resting on his thighs, and her muscles quivered as she experienced the counterpart of his sensations. The hot lava of her love dripped from her pussy, spreading a thick, sticky film all over his thighs and balls.
The balls were resting under her ass, and when she bounced down on him to drive his cock deeper into her cunt hole, he'd feel the ache in his testicles as excruciating, intense pleasure.
He massaged up and down her back, feeling the slipperness of her sweat under his fingers. He thrust up harder with his cock, knowing it must be hurting now, as he fucked her savagely in and out of her pouting, oily cunt.
She rolled forward, bending his cock inside her body toward him, as she ground her ass down. He could feel the lips of her cunt opening stickily around the throbbing column of his tumescent cock. The labia moved sensuously around the root of his straining prick.
She moaned softly, her tit buds pointing straight out.
He slid his hands down her back, down the length of her whole spine, the curve of her low back, and then the outward corpulent hills of her ass. He stroked those cheeks up and down, grabbing them, slapping at them, and squeezing them. He felt the muscles of her cunt go into spasm as she gripped his cock in a sudden convulsion of pleasure. He moved his fingers down into the crack of her ass. He stroked his fingers up and down the length of the crack, making it wet and slippery with sweat and the slimy copious ooze from her sopping discharge.
He prodded her asshole as they fucked, pulling the tight anal ring with his index finger, first one way, then the other. Her ass ground down on his finger and his cock together, pushing to get them both in as deep as possible. The finger slipped in and the rectal muscles spasmed shut, squeezing his finger like a fist. He rammed the finger in without mercy, and she squealed and slithered her ass around, forcing his cock deep against the rubbery end of her deeppussy.
Inside her rectum, he could feel his own cock, a thin membrane away, riding up and down, stretching the soft velvety tissues of her cunt walls. This gave him an idea. He jerked his finger out, throwing her into spasms of shudders.
He reached around and under her until his hand was between her thighs, under the cheeks of her ass. He could feel his own legs resting on his hand. He pushed his hand up until he was touching the rear flap of her cunt. The round hard shaft of his cock was spreading the lips wide apart, and he felt it running in and out with his fingers.
He pushed a finger up alongside the driving rod of his cock, forcing it into her vagina a short way. Then he squeezed another finger in next to it, stretching her cunt opening to gaping proportions. His cock stiffened up and down against his fingers and her cunt walls, hunching deep into her tunnel as he fucked her.
He lay down flat on his back, straightening his legs, and pressed his heels and shoulders into the sheets, using leverage to drive his cock hard and savagely into her convulsing love box.
She hunched up and down vigorously, leaning forward and balancing. Her belly undulated, her hips swept back and forth. Her broad curving mons brushed back and forth between her spread thighs. He could see the bud of her clitty sticking out red and damp from between the folds of her pussy lips, and it bounced and throbbed in full view, for his fingers now held the lips apart. The wet, slimy insides of her cunt, oozing wetness, twitching and retching in orgasmic delight, slid rhythmically up and down his length of prick.
He placed his palms across the erect domes of her breasts. He twisted them, pressed them flat, and turned them. He pinched and probed them with his fingers, digging his nails into her glands. He caught her thick nipples between his fingers and pinched and rolled them lewdly as he thrust his cock high up into her moist canal. Her fingers were making squishy sounds as they pulled at her gummy lips, forcing them to slide back and forth obscenely over her clit.
He put his hands on the crests of her hip bones as if they were handles and pressed her against his cock, his gummy fingers trailing her lava and spreading it on her waist. In this position he could drive his cock in as deeply as possible. His body rammed her pussy with wet, hard slaps.
She moved her fingers in ever tightening circles now, her cunt locked like a vise around his cock. A warm, spilling wetness flowed out of her, and it rolled across the length of his cock.
Her body became stiff, and she stopped masturbating as his cock drove wildly in and out of her elastic hole. He pulled her down on his cock, which throbbed and jerked deep inside her quivering hole.
In the height of their passion, he raised his knees and forced her to he prone on top of him. Her tits were flattened against his chest, and he felt the curving mound of her sopping cunt press hard into his pubic ridge. He fucked her at this angle while she climaxed, kissing her passionately, tasting the sweetness of her harsh, labored breathing. He kissed her excitedly this waywhile he fucked her.
Vibrations quaked all over his body as she came-wonderfully.
She rolled off him weakly.
But his cock was still hard. He knew now that he needed the taste of pussy to bring him off.
His tongue went to her belly, dipping wetly into her navel. She moaned, as much from the residue of her recent orgasm as from the sensations he was giving her now.
But she moaned, spreading her thighs more widely, pleading, "Lick me there again."
He licked the sparse fringes of her pussy hair with his tongue, curling and pushing it against the matted hair, only after slow deliberation, pressing it between the waiting lips.
As he licked her cunt she shuddered, lifting her ass to give him better access. Her love button throbbed.
"Eat me!" she cried and moaned as she undulated and pushed her cunt down on his chin. His cunt-lapping was done in short strokes, and hard. Beginning at the base of her bud and licking up and over. She was trembling with pleasure. Her lips were fluttering in quivering spasms when she felt him shove his tongue in hard.
It went deep into her body, then, and the canal of her cunt closed tightly around the invading tongue like a fist.
She screwed her cunt into his mouth, moving her hips and turning, jumping and moaning as if electricity were rushing into her sex hole. Still his tongue flipped from side to side and up, dashing against the walls of her cunt.
She grasped her own tits and began to pinch and massage them with clawed hands.
He brought his left hand up between her sensitive tender thighs, and hooked his fingertips into the slit of her lips, prying them apart so that his face was even more tightly jammed into her crotch. He wriggled his head as he ground the ridge of his nose into her notch.
She rocked back and forth, humping her ass and cunt up into his mouth. She tried to pull her tits up into her mouth, licking desperately with her tongue waving in the air. When he couldn't reach her tits, she wrapped her legs over the edge of the massage table and crushed her cunt down on his face.
"Suck my pussy. Suck, honey, suck. Suck my pussy hard!"
His tongue stiffened inside her body, extending an unbelievably long way up through the resisting layers of her excited flesh. He pulled back, then pushed in, fucking her with his mouth.
Just when it seemed she could stand it no longer and would start to come again, he moved his tongue to the crack in her ass. She jumped from the sharp edge of the new pleasure. He rolled his tongue, spreading the soft ass cheeks apart With his fingers.
Her cunt squished emptily as the gaping hole opened and closed. His saliva rolled down the two cheeks. He groveled into her soft buttocks with his nose, and he felt the hole of her anus open. He stabbed it with his tongue, hard and deep. He could feel the sphincter resisting, tightening on the driving tongue. He was straining tightly against her unyielding flesh, the tip of the tongue augering like a knife blade.
Then the ring of constricted muscles guarding her asshole gave way. He felt her anus opening under the slithering force of the tongue that snaked all the way up into her asshole. It, drilled straight in, deep inside her quivering rectum. He ground his face into her, his tongue as deep as it would go. It completely filled her tight quivering rear passage. He felt all her muscles twitch. She ground her hips around, pushing her ass down onto his face, trying to force the tongue deeper into her body. Spastically, she rode his whole face as though it were a bicycle.
He jerked his tongue away.
Her legs stiffened.
Then his tongue violated her wet, pulsing pussy. He teased her asshole with a finger. He shoved his tongue into her gaping cunt, plunging it again and again as if it were a cock. His tongue was like a rasping file against her soft loop of flesh, and he was dizzy with pleasure.
The wave of an intense orgasm spread from his tongue to her cunt barrel to his spine as her body jerked with their soaring climaxes.
She was screaming.
Her thighs wre trembling and her cunt was throbbing as she grasped his coming cock with her two hands. She placed one hand under his spewing prick and cupped it.
He was pumping hard now, tightening and releasing his balls into her hands. Spurt after spurt poured out into her cupped palm.
The sight of her collecting his gism this way excited him still more, and when she had gotten all of it, she grasped his cock in her fist and milked it until every last drop of it was in her upturned palm.
He continued to watch in amazement while she spread her cunt lips and smeared his come over her labia and clitoris, spreading the ring of her pussy so that the gism went in deep, and then rubbing the excess into the satiny pink skin of her genitals.
After a few moments, he took her hand, which was still glistening with his musky come, and cleaned it with his tongue.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following morning when Rocco opened the door, Joyce was already waiting for him.
She was overweight, but had a beautiful round face, and was quite attractively dressed. On the whole, disregarding her weight, she was a delightfully sensuous woman.
"Hi," she pushed through the open door. "My name is Joyce, and I'm a real whiz selling cosmetics. Can you use a girl like me around here?"
"Well," Rocco said, taken aback. "I've never thought about it. Why don't you leave your name and phone number and I'll call when-"
"Listen, a classy place like this needs a manicurist. I've had four years' experience and I have a letter of reference from Marcel's downtown. I can earn my salary for you ten times over by just selling cosmetics, to say nothmg of the little things I can do around the shop."
"Well, you see, that's just it," he was stepping backward before her determined friendly approach. "I can't afford your salary. This is a new business, and I've got to keep my overhead low until I see how things break around here. No fooling, I've got some pretty stiff set-up bills to pay off before I consider taking an employee."
"Ah, so you owe it to me. Pay me when you can," she waved him off.
"You may be a good saleswoman, but you sure have no business sense. Why, what if I can't ever pay you?" he shook his head to support his negative.
"I'll see to it that you can pay me."
"What d'you mean by that?"
"I've got a lot of friends. They like me well enough to come in if I talk up your joint, and so I think you'd be making a good investment by hiring me." She clapped her hands together with decision.
"Hey, wait a minute. Why don't I just send you out soliciting and pay you a commission on the business you send in?" he said. He thought he had finally out-maneuvered her.
"Yeah, but there's another thing, too," she said sadly.
"Oh. What's that?"
"Well, word is that you're quite a stud. I mean, quite honestly. I've heard some things about you and high school girls and teachers and stuff a damn sight sooner than one would ordinarily expect in a neighborhood this size, see?" she shrugged as if that explained everything.
"And you want in on the action?" he gestured with his hands.
"No, you don't quite see why you need me yet, do you?" she looked definitely disappointed.
"I need you?" he said, a smile creeping over his face.
"Well, what happens when your reputation gets all over town? Have you thought about that?" she asked, jabbing a finger at him for emphasis.
"I'll then be making enough money to be able to afford you," he said, smiling.
"No, you jerk. Wrong again. In the first place, some guy's mistress is going to leak it to him. He's going to find out his wife comes to you. He's going to keep his wife out of here and tell his buddies all about what he heard from this mistress of his, and they'll pull their wives out. Then the thing will have become blatant, and the mothers will take their daughters out. Zoom! You go from riches to rags overnight."
Rocco thought for a moment. She was probably right. "Okay, how do you propose to help me? Are you going to preach to me evenings or what?"
"No, but I can help you practically. In the first place, I can give this joint a respectable appearance just by being here. Another woman here, you know. If someone leaks and any husband inquires, I'll be answering the phone and it'll get them off the scent. In the second place, since I'm a woman, I can keep my fingers on the pulse of the rumors going around and warn you in advance, if necessary. Thirdly, since all of my female friends will be coming in here, I'll be in one way protected, and in another way, my sources of rumors will be multiplied. All of that helps you to do whatever you want and me to do what I want to do. Catch on?"
"I catch on."
"Okay, when do I start work?"
"Wait a minute. About your salary, we still haven't agreed on terms. What is it that you want from me for all of these essential things you'll be doing for me?" He put his hands on his hips.
"Don't worry, I'm not blackmailing you. All I want is a fair wage, same as I was getting at Marcel's."
"How about fucking?" he asked bluntly.
"How about no fucking?" she replied after thinking for a moment.
"I'll make that part of the contract, if you'd like. But what in hell are you really after?" he was stuttering mentally.
"What makes you think I'm after anything?" she shot back at him.
"Well, one simply does not come in and make a strong sales pitch like that with uncertain pay if one isn't looking for some fringe benefits, that's all."
"If I level with you, will you hire me anyway?" she asked, her face turning serious.
"That depends on what it-"
"Well, what would you object to that would interfere with my hiring: punctuality, loud voice-"
"No, no. But stealing, yes. I don't know, you're putting me on the spot," he shrugged.
"Well, I might as well level with you. If you find out later, you might fire me just like Marcel did when he found out. Well, what I'm after really, is your customers."
"Oh, I see, you're going to set up your own shop eventually and you want to make contacts. I don't know. I'll have to think about-"
"No, stupid, I'm after their bodies!" she said sharply.
"Their-what!" He screwed his face in confusion.
She stood there quietly under his confused gaze. Then he realized what she was driving at. He said, "You're-" and he waved his arms in an uncertain conclusion.
She nodded affirmatively.
He looked at her different now. He had never met one before. Not knowingly, anyway. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, since he had never queered a boy. He looked at her more, closely now. Joyce was a middle-sized young woman, with piercing black eyes and long, black hair that tumbled around her head in professionally styled curls. Her mouth was a wide, smiling slash of red and she had tiny dimples on either side of her lips. Her nose was straight and narrow, with swept-back nostrils. Her neck was long and slender in a delicate way, which offset the impression of being fat.
She was sexually very ripe, and her body reflected that ripeness. She was a mass of soft, mellowed, curving lines and angles. Her breasts were full and weighty, hanging pendulously. A soft roll of rounded fat lay around her hips, which had already begun to fill out in gentle slopes.
Her piercing black eyes turned full on him now, questioning.
He wished he didn't know about her reason for asking for the job, but he knew he would give it to her anyway. After all, she was right about him having to keep the lid on things. And, with her being a lesbian, there would be no interference with his games so long as he gave her a free hand with hers. He wondered about these "friends" of hers, and decided that, for better or for worst, he needed the income more than he needed anything else right now.
"Okay," he said finally. '"We'll give it a try and see how it works."
"Rocco," she said, "you won't be sorry."
She went right to work cleaning and setting uppromos on the cosmetics counter, and it was later in the afternoon, when they had a chance to close the shop and go for lunch, that he had occasion to bring the subject up again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he was intensely curious.
"About being a dyke?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Have you ever had a man?" he ventured, and felt he was blundering.
"I was married once, when I was very young. Too young. But it's different than you think about it. There is never any pretense of me being with a man, or anything like that. I don't try to imitate intercourse like with a man. It's just that I fall in love with some lovely young thing, and I get that special kind of urge, and I don't try to cover it up or hide it.
"It's something entirely different," she continued, "But I can't explain exactly what it is. Like, for instance; once my husband was on a trip. I don't know if I told you. He was a salesman. I was feeling angry and miserable. We'd quarreled just before he left. I went to bed with a man. I didn't enjoy it at all. I was absolutely frigid and I suffered horrible feelings of guilt and remorse afterward. Strangely enough, I never had any feelings like that after a homosexual experience.
"My parents were always good to me and my friends-boys and girls-were always welcome at my parent's place. They encouraged me to read good books and buy fine recordings. Then when I was fifteen, they sent me to a girl's finishing school in North Carolina. A real exclusive place that had an enrollment of about three dozen girls, and cost them a fortune. That was where I started going out with boys.
"There were the usual necking parties and petting sessions. I enjoyed them when my roommate was there with me, but seldom when I was alone.
"Sometimes when I liked a boy and we petted heavily, I would have an orgasm. But I refused to go out with any boy steadily, and even refused to go out with any one boy too many times in a row. I didn't feel I wanted to get that involved. It seemed like just too much trouble.
"Well, one weekend, my roommate and I were alone. Her parents didn't come for her as usual, and we started-well, experimenting. At first I was frightened, but she told me that she masturbated, and I told her that I did, too. We undressed and started doing that in front of each other and then she put her hand on me. I caught ahold of her wrist, but I had the most delicious, sexy feeling that I ever had. So I let go of her wrists and spread my legs a bit. Her warm, bold fingers rubbing against my private parts was so delicious that I started to breathe heavily.
"Soon I got up the courage the reach out and put my hand in between her legs, underneath her thick broad pussy rug. Her V was incredibly thick and soft, and I quickly located the seat of her passion. She was soft and sticky there, and I shoved a couple of fingers up inside of her. Just thinking about how another girl was letting me do these things to her brought me nearly to the brink.
"I had no idea of ever talking about that again in my life, but she brought it up again one evening during the next week. She told me that she wanted to try doing that again. After that, we played together like that four or five times each week. Eventually the novelty wore off, but we continued to play that way whenever neither of us had a man, and we did that until we graduated. That was the saddest part of leaving school and going to college.
"But in college, I soon found out about some sessions that were going on in one of the sororities. Well, I can tell you, their initiations were unreal! They thought of everything, those girls did, and they had vibrators with dildoes on the end that you could ram right up into your pussy. About three of the sorority sisters got on top of me, started tonguing my tits and kissing me, while they ran these vibrating dildoes over my whole body, especially between my legs and my breasts. My skin tingled with the new sensations until I got good and hot. Then one of the girls started probing my pussy with a vibrator. Somehow they knew exactly how to do it, because I soon was screaming to have it inside of me. But the girls had other ideas, and soon I was doubled up on my face with my knees tucked under my tits. One dildo seared my anus while the other was slurping inside my cunt. I could feel them rubbing each other through the thin membrane of tissue between my box and my rectum, and I came again and again, screaming with delight the likes of which I'd never before known. I juiced all over the place, and still they kept it up, because they were vibrating the living hell out of me and pinching and biting me.
"This all must have taken less than twenty or thirty minutes, but it seemed like hours before they turned off their rubber pricks and let me collapse. By then I'd come so many times I had completely lost my mind, and I had to be carried out of the room and put to bed."
She paused, sipping her coffee daintily.
He said, "You haven't told me about the men you've known, though. What about that part of it?"
"You certainly are curious, aren't you?" she smiled, and her lips became a red gash across her face.
"I'm interested in everything that has to do with sex," he replied. "You told me you were married, remember?"
"I detested sex the few times I had it with him. The worst part of it was letting some animal inconsiderately paw my body and slobber on it."
Rocco leaned back in the booth and let her continue.
"I really was happy he was on the road all the time," she said. "It was some time before I was able to admit to myself that I was kind of ashamed of my body. I was ashamed of the way my body looked. I only screwed him in the dark."
"Were you always ashamed of it?" he asked.
He saw her face redden in response to some memory. 'Tell me about it," he pursued.
"Well, it happened long ago, after my three brothers returned from a summer boys' camp. I missed them while they were gone, and looked forward to their return when I would once again have someone to play with.
"But when they did come home, they were excited about a project, and set to work building a treehouse in the old Elm behind our house. They worked almost a week on it. They got Dad's pulley winch and hauled some heavy four by four skids up into the tree. They roofed it with a torn trap they had found on the highway, and it admitted the rain as well as the light. They painted the inside, put a bicycle lock on the hinged door, and I could hear the sound of a radio playing inside. One day when they had spent an entire morning up there, I was determined to get them to let me up, too. But pleading was futile, as they were unanimous in saying that it was not for girls.
"But eventually they came down and told me they would let me come up and join them if I passed a special initiation for girls. It was a secret initiation, and I had to promise never to tell anyone about it.
"My brother, Terry, warned me that it wasn't going to be easy, that it was tough. Jim, my other brother, told me they wanted to find out how much I really wanted to belong. I told them I was ready and they made me promise again never to tell.
"All this happened so long ago, Rocco, yet I remember it as clearly as though I'd relived it a thousand times. Jim and Jerry, the twins, were thirteen years old. Terry was fourteen. At twelve, I was not merely the only girl, but the baby of the group. So, when I wanted to play in their treehouse, they decided to initiate me. It's almost comical when I think of it now as a adult.
"Terry said in a deep voice, 'Okay, first thing you got to do, even before we let you up inside to see the place, is you go to stand there and not peek while we all pee behind the tree.'
"I asked them if that was all. But he said, "That's just before we let you go up there. After that, there's more.
-"Then Terry said, 'And we're going to watch that you keep your eyes covered and don't peek while we're behind the tree. Two of us are going to watch, and one of us will pee. Now cover your face with your hands and close your eyes.'
"I did. I heard some giggling. 'You first.' 'No, you.' 'Okay, I'll go first.' After a short time, I heard a stream hitting something and then a gurgle in a shallow puddle. 'She looking?' 'No.'
"Some time passed. There was some whispering. 'Okay now, you can look.' I opened my eyes and saw the dampness on the tree. 'Now it's your turn, Joy,' Jim said.
"I was startled. 'Me? But I'm a girl!'
"Terry just said, 'So what? You want to come up where we are so you got to be willing to do everything that we do."
"He had a strange smile on his face. 'You're going to look!' I said petulantly.
"Jim assured me, 'No, we're going to stay on the other side of the tree, and you can't even be seen from the house if you stay behind here.'
"Hesitantly, I went to the other side of the tree. I had a feeling rising up inside me that I'd never quite been able to identify before. It was the kind of feeling I'd gotten when Mother told me about how fathers and mothers made babies. I looked around carefully to make sure none of the boys were watching. Then, quickly, I reached under my dress and slipped my panties down to my knees and squatted. It was a long time before I could start a stream, f was anxious that I would be caught, or seen by the boys. Maybe if I took too long they'd come and find me this way. 'I'm not ready, yet. Don't come around!' I called out. There was no answer. I thought about how much fun I was going to have up in that treehouse and then I started. 'I'm doing it now!' I shrilled. 'Don't come yet!' I poured out a heavy stream on the gnarled roots of the old tree. It hissed and spattered my ankles and shoes.
"One of them said, 'Take your pants all the way off.' I hesitated. 'Go ahead. Otherwise, we won't let you up.'
"I pulled them off and stood, straightening my dress. When I went around to the other side of the tree, none of the boys would look me in the eye. They stood, leaning against the tree, shuffling their feet, and I knew that somehow, they had hidden and watched me piss. But now they would let me go up into the treehouse.
"Terry ordered, 'Give me your pants.' I handed them to him. 'Take them up, Jim,' he handed them over. Jim took them and climbed the tree with them, then threw them into the treehouse, and descended.
"Terry looked at me with that odd smile again and said, 'Okay, Joy, you can go up into the treehouse now. Get your pants back.'
"I whimpered, 'But you're all going to look again.'
"But I was told, 'You have to have your pants. Mother will ask what you did with them. You have to show us you can climb the tree, if you want to join us up there.'
"Now I could join them in the treehouse, I thought. What did it matter if I had to do this just once? Let them watch me from the ground as I climbed the tree. I'd climb very fast.
"I reached up and started climbing the rungs, the bits of wood nailed to the trunk. They giggled and laughed below me, but I was soon inside.
"I was impressed with the interior of the treehouse. It was furnished with a small table and four wooden chairs. Magazine pictures were cut out and scotch-taped on the walls. One showed a girl without any clothes on at all. She had big, round tits and her pussy had a lot of dark hair on it, not like my own, with only a few black wisps around pink pussy lips. I felt my own budding breasts, envying the girl in the picture. Then I turned to another clipping that was in color, showing a man with a long tongue kissing a pretty girl's pussy.
"The picture excited me as I stared at them, so that I even forgot to look for my panties. And when the boys came in, laughing and hooting as they climbed through the door, I was suddenly very embarrassed.
"Terry turned to me and said, 'You won't tell anybody what we got up here, will you?'
"I told him, 'No. Never. Can I stay now?' I begged. They told me they wanted me to stay, but they weren't finished initiating me, though. 'What do I do next?' I asked. I was anxious to please them now. I realized then that instead of being their baby sister, always in their way, they were pleased with me now and looked at me as an individual. I was happy that they had this treehouse, so that I could play with them in private and do things that would please them and in this way they would want me around more often and want to be with me."
"That seems natural enough," Rocco cut in. "What happened to make you ashamed of your body, though?"
"Well, they wanted me to dance to the radio. They wanted me to lift up my dress just the way they'd seen it done in magazine pictures showing strip shows. I always liked music, just like I'd watch them do on television.
"Slowly, I ground down and around, letting my dress inch up my thighs. I spread my legs and leaned backward, squeezing my buttocks and moving my arms to the beat. Inch by inch, I brought up my dress.
"I was enjoying doing this, and I could see the effect it was having on the boys. Up, up I raised my hem, and slowly swiveled to the rhythm of the music. They were ogling my creamy white thighs, and I felt proud of them.
"I squatted down and twirled, listening with satisfaction to the boys' gasps as they caught sight of my pussy. I stood slowly, puffing up my chest to make my tiny breasts stand out against the material of my cotton dress, and I rubbed my palms around and around in circles over my ass.
"They all had their eyes riveted on me, and I could see Jim rubbing himself between his legs. I started to slip the dress up again, over my head. Slowly, slowly, I turned my back to them just as the hem inched over my trim buttocks and slowly turned one leg-so that they could see the willowy black hair of my pussy. Equally slowly, I raised the hem up over my tiny tits, and then quickly over my head. I tossed the dress toward them as the song ended. 'Wow!' someone breathed. 'Gee, look at that!' said another.
"I asked them if they would let me stay now. 'Yeah!' Terry said. 'Lemme touch puss over there, will you? He came over to me and I spread my legs and hunched my back so he could get his fingers between my hot, wet thighs. He asked me if I wanted to touch his. He was fumbling with his zipper and a huge engorged cock emerged, a tiny drop of liquid glistening on the meatus.
"Hesitantly, I touched it, and it bounded in my hand. 'Ohhhh,' Terry moaned, "rub my cock. Rub it hard.'
"I rubbed. Back and forth. I watched in awe as it became larger and redder. Terry was fondling my cunt lips and I was getting wetter and wetter between the legs. I was thrilled by the feeling. My tiny tit buds were standing erect, and the pink skin around them was all wrinkled up. The other boys had their pricks out, too, and were vigorously rubbing them while they watched Terry and me.
"I wanted to please them, you see. So I said to them, 'Come here by me.' I reached for Jim's cock and bobbed my head down on Jerry's. The aroma of sex was strong when I kissed Jerry's stiff cock. I was grinding my ass down hard on Terry's hand while I worked his cock with my right hand, Jim's with my left, and licked at the crown of Jerry's.
"I felt a massive charge of electricity rising up within my child's frame. It started down in the region where Terry had his fingers in my pussy and radiated all the way up my spine to the top of my head.
"Suddenly, I was experiencing a feeling I'd never had before. My ass was jumping up and down out of control. My legs became powerless, trembling, and suddenly I was unable to remain standing on them. I sank heavily to my knees. Terry's finger reached for my little developing titties and Jerry grabbed my hair roughly while he pushed his cock roughly into my mouth. I gagged on his gigantic cock, but was powerless with the grip Terry had on my tits, the grip Jerry had on my hair and the weakness in my legs.
"Then I exploded in a wave of delight, which inundated my entire body. As my orgasm reached its zenith, I felt Jerry's come squirt deep into my throat, making me swallow and swallow and swallow. But still he was coming, filling up my mouth faster than I could swallow, and warm, sticky fluid was running down the corners of my mouth and from my nose. I felt the two giant cocks in my hands spout with their thick wads of gism. It poured over my ringers, my hands, my wrists. Still I stroked them, until they were limp. The three boys collapsed on chairs by the table, and I collapsed right where I knelt on the floor.
"The boys made comments like, 'Boy, what a blow-job she gives!' 'What a whore of a bitch!' 'Hey, we can't have no fucking whore up here, guys. She's gonna be going and bring all her boyfriends into our treehouse. Everybody in the neighborhood is going to be up inside here.' I asked them what a whore was. 'A whore is what you are! Going around and jagging guys off like that.' Hell, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, acting like a plain whore.' 'What're we going to do with her now?' 'We got to punish her for being naughty, so she doesn't bring any guys up here and blow them.' 'Yeah, I agree.' 'Right, something so Mom and Dad don't find out.' T wish we could just hang her and be done with it.' Needless to say, these kind of comments left their mark on my impressionable young mind.
She mimicked the boyish voices of her brothers in rapid-fire conversation. Through it all, Rocco noticed a look Of disgust pulling on the sides of her red lips.
"What did they finally do?" Rocco asked, seeing that she was getting emotionally worked up in reliving the childhood incident to him.
"Terry interrupted the other two, 'Okay, we'll make her hang by her knees from the crossbeam on the ceiling. That won't leave marks.'
"The three boys scurried over to my recumbent figure and lifted me by the arms. Taking my legs, they stood on chairs and lifted my legs over the two by four crossbeam. They stepped down and crossed their arms. I can still see them doing that. 'There, that'll teach you to give guys blow-job.'
'How long we going to leave her that way?'
'Until supper, when Dad comes home.'
'How long is that?' 'I don't know, better run to the house and find out what time it is. Slip a wet washrag out of the kitchen so we can clean her up a little. She's got gism all over her.'
"When they got the washrag, they started wiping me off as I hung upside down. They rubbed my little titties and my crotch extra hard, I thought. My tits became hard, and I reached down to quell the rising tingle between my legs. Right up in front, between my cunt lips, I found a hard, spiky little nub of tissue that felt good to rub and strum. When they saw what I was doing, they laughed at me.
"They carried on thusly. 'Look at the whore. She's got to play with herself even while she's being punished! 'Well, we'll fix her so she doesn't do that any more.' 'Bring Prince up here. I'm going to get the jar of jam out of the refrigerator. We'll teach her!'
"It was then that the family dog was brought up andTerry got the jam. They lifted me off the crossbeam and laid me on my back on the floor, holding my arms and legs flat. They smeared the blackberry jam into my pussy and turned Prince onto me.
"Then I recovered from my shock at being treated like this. The mongrel buried his snout in my tender sopping cunt flesh and I started to scream.
"They covered my mouth with their hands instantly. 'You want to be heard? You want everybody to find out how bad you are?'
"I wondered why I was bad. They all seemed to like what I was doing when I did it. No one tried to stop me or tell me it was bad then. They liked it. But now, they called me bad names for doing what they liked. Don't they know how hard I try to please them, I thought.
"I felt myself getting excited as I lay there with the small mongrel licking the insides of my thighs. When I stopped struggling, the boys let go of me. I figured that they wouldn't really do anything that would hurt me. It was an initiation only. It was kooky, but not harmful. Besides, I was beginning to enjoy Prince's tongue. It had hurt at first when his rough abrasive tongue scraped the tender membranes of my labia, but now I was fully excited and I wiggled my ass to center Prince's probing tongue. I felt that wonderful new feeling rack my spine as I came, my ass thumping hard on the rough wooden floor of the treehouse.
"The boys were laughing at me. It seemed vicious the way they sneered and called me dirty names while I was experiencing such pleasure.
"Now the dog had an erection, and was resting on my belly, making his short, skinny prick slide up and down my slimy slit. I was too tired out to fight as the dog slid his cock down in between my ass cheeks and into my ass crack. There the cock pulsed against my anus, while the dog's hairy belly rubbed over the little nub of flesh that tingled in my crotch. I was overpowered by the doggy odor as the dog started humping me, scratching my neck and tits with his paws.
"It was no longer pleasurable, but I .involuntarily began contracting my buttocks. Then the dog started giving yipes and lay suddenly very still. I grabbed the dog by the neck, and held its hind quarters with my legs, as great racking convulsions jerked my body again and again and again, while the dog groveled and scratched. I wrenched the furry dog back and forth as I came, and the moment I let up, the dog twisted free of my spastic grip and ran yelping into a corner of the room.
"My brothers laughed and laughed. It was almost suppertime, or they probably would have thought of more to do. I wiped the scum from myself and the dog's saliva. I dressed up and shamefacedly left the treehouse.
"I never again went into the treehouse, nor even played with my brothers after that. Things seems to change after that, and we were never again children."
Rocco saw by his watch that it was time to go back to the shop, but since there was no one scheduled for the afternoon, he didn't have to be punctural. "Another coffee?" he asked.
"Please," she replied, lost in thought. It was as if her voice came from deep inside, and far away.
"After that, though, you were still technically a virgin," he commented. "Did you lose your virginity to your husband?"
"Not for a while. In fact, in my last year of grammar school-I guess I was about fourteen-when all the other girls were talking about getting fucked, I became interested in joining the Catholic Church. I studied for two months to become a convert, but I soon realized that I was too bad to belong. It came as a saddening surprise to learn that it was a mortal sin to masturbate. I masturbated two or three times when I could during the day, and always before I went to sleep at night.
"I concluded that I could never stop, and therefore was too sinful. Up until then, I had tried to be good. I never went out with boys at all or stayed around for any of the necking and petting sessions that invariably followed the pre-teen parties. After I learned how really bad I was, I decided that if I happened to pair off with a boy I liked, I'd let him go all the way, just to find out what it was like.
"One weekend shortly afterwards, one of the girls was having an eighth grade graduation party at her home. When I arrived, it turned out that the girl's parents were away and the party was going to be one long orgy. My first impulse was to go home, but the girl convinced me to stay.
"I paired off with a shy, intellectual boy and we found a bedroom. He Da wed me for a while, but when I saw the same look come his face as I had seen on my brothers, I insisted on turning out the light and getting it over with.
"Then I was smelling his sweat, and felt him pressing hard against my tight little cherry. I smelled the odor of excitement and my whole body responded. He inched against me tighter, pressing harder on my stretching cherry.
"He got so worked up over me when he found out that I was cherry, that he came inside of me five times. He fell asleep on my belly and I had to wake him up to get him off. When he awoke, he fucked me so much that I couldn't stand it any more. My cunt was wet and sore for a week afterward."
"And you were disappointed because you hadn't had that wonderful feeling again: that tremendous experience you learned was called an orgasm," Rocco injected. "Well, it's not too late to correct things, just because your first marriage ended in divorce and dissatisfaction."
Joyce's face took on hard lines. He'd never seen them there before. She said, "Look, you know that the boy was so amazed to find out that I'd been a virgin, that he immediately fancied himself to be in love with me. During the weeks that followed he came over to my house begging me to marry him. I laughed at him then and I've been laughing at men sexually ever since."
CHAPTER FIVE
Joyce worked out well in the store, and women liked her jovial nature immediately. She did not, as Rocco had feared, let her personal interests in the customers affect her job. She had explained to him, "Look, men work with pretty women all day long, and sometimes for years on end, and they never get so worked up that they let it interfere with their working life. Sure, there are lots of gals I'd go for, but this is first of all a job, even though I really dig serving these customers."
Rocco's business increased almost daily, and even older women began to come.
"Encourage them," Joyce prompted. "They give the place an aura of being straight, and besides, they leave large tips."
Nonetheless, Rocco scheduled the prettier ones at the end of the day after Joyce would leave the shop. Sometimes he'd ask them to stay and help him turn off the machines-and sometimes he wouldn't have to.
Only once did Joyce ask him to help her with a romantic problem. She came to him as he was closing one evening.
"Rocco, I never asked you for anything, have I?" she began.
"Cut the preliminaries, just ask. I'm big-hearted today," Rocco said.
"Well, you know Jean, that cute little gal with auburn hair?" she said.
"Well, you might say I know her, but not in the Biblical sense. What've got in mind?" he asked. He thought he already knew. He'd seen the way Joyce rearranged her hair just before Jean was scheduled to come in.
"I'd like you to arrange a meeting between us, you know? Lunch or something innocent like that," she said.
And so the lunch was arranged, with Rocco presiding, feeling silly between the two women who chatted incessantly. After lunch, when they went back to the shop, Joyce sat with Jean and did her nails. While the manicure was drying, Joyce openly admired Jean's hands, her arms, her hair.
Flattered by the compliment, Jean's ears turned scarlet, and Joyce took advantage of Jean's frustration to lay her hand on Jean's knee. Jean left it there. Perhaps it was the luncheon drinks that relaxed her, Rocco thought as he watched.
The girls seemed to really hit it off well, for when he next looked into the room, the girls were sitting together on a reclining chair, talking. The next time he peeped in, Joyce had draped one of her hands casually over Jean's shoulder.
by the next time, that hand had found its way to one of Jean's breasts. As he stood behind the curtain, dumbfounded at the subtle seduction, he decided that it must have been helped by drinks, for Jean did not seem to mind the fingers teasing her breast. Without being aware that Rocco was watching, Joyce became bolder and bolder with Jean. Soon she had unbuttoned the top of Jean's blouse and had managed to get her hand over the firm gland. While she spoke, she brushed a finger back and forth over the swollen bud of tissue.
Her other hand was inching up Jean's thigh. The hand bunched up the girl's mini, and stopped right where the thigh joined her trunk. Rocco could see plainly that Joyce's fingers rested on the edge of Jean's panties beneath her pantyhose. Then the hand went up to the waistband. It dipped inside. The conversation seemed to have tapered off. Joyce got a finger under the legband of the panties and moved it up and down the deliciously sensitive side of Jean's slit.
Rocco knew by now that Jean's pussy must be flowing, for she spread her thighs farther apart to accommodate these sensations. He knew her hole was gaping wide under her panties. He watched, and his breath began to come faster as he saw the other hand clutching tightly at the breast. Now, Joyce was leaning over and was tracing around Jean's mouth with her tongue. Jean's lips parted, and accepted the deep, penetrating kiss.
Rocco was getting so excited watching them that he held his hard cock inside his pants.
Jean was obviously losing control of herself, too, for, unable to suppress her desire any longer, she ripped her panties and pantyhose off, and pulled Joyce's head between her legs.
Joyce eagerly pressed her mouth to Jean's pussy. She lapped and sucked at the hot cunt as Jean fondled her own breasts and pinched her taut nipples beneath her dress. She was pushing her shoulders hard against the back of the chair, lifting her hips up high. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and hung loosely at her shoulders. Her skirt was draped over her belly above her navel.
Her ass jumped and quivered each time Joyce's tongue lapped at her cunt. Then, Joyce began running a clear, wet trail of cunt juice up her mid-line to her navel, while pulling off her own clothes. Soon she lay over Jean, her lips and teeth grasping and toying with one of Jean's nipples while she pulled Jean's blouse over her shoulders and slipped her skirt down her legs. Then she took both hands and squeezed Jean's tits together, pushing both nipples against each other, and licking the stiff red knobs at the same time.
Joyce kissed her on the shoulders, neck and chin.
Jean cried out, unable to suppress the joyous release she was feeling.
For the first time that Rocco saw lesbians in the act of making love, and it had a tremendous impression on him. He identified strongly with Joyce, whose love of cunt matched, or perhaps exceeded, his own.
His cock pressed outward, straining against the material of his trousers, and his balls ached with excitement.
Now, Jean was responding with languidly feminine movements of her body under Joyce's. She reached out with her tongue to lave Joyce's earlobe. She was obviously excited by the sensation of touching Joyce this way, and by degrees, Rocco became aware that she was submitting to a drive that was was not be stopped.
"Jean, honey, love me. There is no relationship as that between two women. Love my body, Jean. Love me now," Joyce cooed into Jean's ear. Rocco was stroking his cock in rhythm with the swaying breasts. He was strumming his prick as he would those nipples.
Jean whispered, "Oh, Joyce, darling, may I kiss you-down there?"
"Oh, suck me, honey. Suck my ripe pussy dry," Joyce begged her as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs apart.
Rocco was stimulated by seeing the dark black bush of hair framing Joyce's slick, gaping sex hole.
Jean rammed her tongue into it and started to gnaw the quivering cunt. Rocco could see the hole opening and closing in spasms as Jean licked and lashed the tender labia.
Joyce was moaning, "Oh, you beautiful cunt-lapper. I'm going to come in your fucking mouth, you hot bitch. Eat me and fuck me with your tongue. I'm going to come forever on your face, you fucking bitch. I'm coming on you, ohhhhhhh!"
Rocco's cock was by this time getting slick with the spurts that came every few strokes he made. He opened his zipper and rubbed the tip with his thumb, feeling the warm tangy fluid getting thicker and thicker.
The heavy girl shouted as she went over. Then she lay back and let Jean lick her cunt completely dry. Her whole body was quivering with each lap of Jean's tongue as it tidied her cunt lips.
Joyce gently urged Jean onto her side, and moved into the position of inverted love beside her.
Rocco was almost unable to restrain himself when he saw Joyce's tongue take Jean's nipple up. He began getting out of his clothes.
He had more than a little trouble with his jockey shorts.
Joyce moved from one breast to the other and gradually began to trail down over Jean's stomach to the swollen flesh of her pussy. Jean was trailing down Joyce's body at the same time.
As they sucked and probed in their passion, Rocco's cock was soaked in the spurts of gism that continued to ooze up from his aching balls as he watched the two girls make it together. Two pussies. Two lovely hairy cunts!
Both together! It was impossible to restrain himself any longer. He stepped into the room and moved over to them. Joyce's ass was flailing around in the air as Jean tongued her long red clit, and he saw Joyce's opening spasm as the tongue lashed back and forth over the clitoris.
He could wait no longer. He thrust his hot rod in one motion all the way to the back of the hot slippery hole that was offered to him. He felt Joyce jump as his cock hit the very back of the hole and press against the tip of her womb.
He slid out for another thrust. In and out, in and out. When he would draw all the way back, he could feel Jean's tongue on the sensitive underside of his prick. She was probably wiping at Joyce's lovebud with the same motion. This is really balling, he thought. Two pussies. All fucking in one rhythm like a well-oiled machine.
Rocco continued fucking Joyce hard and fast now. Then he began pumping his hot, thick sperm and it gushed and slurped out with every backstroke. As he continued pumping, he could hear Jean lick off the gism from Joyce's dark pubic mound. He pumped more and more fluid into that sopping hole, spurred on by the bobbling and slurping sounds.
Jean licked greedily at his shaft as he withdrew it from Joyce's cunt.
Rocco and Joyce realized at almost the same time that Jean still had not come.
Joyce lay on her back and pulled Jean atop her, still inverted and continued licking her cunt.
Rocco slipped behind Jean, and since he had just come and his cock was flaccid, he spread the cheeks of Jean's ass and manipulated his cock into position against the small puckered opening. He leaned over and put his teeth into Jean's shoulder and saw her grimace with temporary hurt, but she didn't pull away from his teeth. He was breathing heavily into her ear.
She seemed to be still so excited that she didn't appear to notice Rocco's frantic efforts to penetrate her tight ass. When he finally broke through her sphincter, he was sore and inflamed.
He reached around in front of Jean and started rubbing the area around her tit, moving only slowly to the red upright nipples while his big meat slid in and out of her asshole. Each thrust brought him supreme joy as his prick pulled in and out of-the tight ring of muscle. In and out, from the base of his balls to the end of his engorged bulb, each time slapping his balls to the soft bottoms of her cheeks. He moved in rhythm with her movements, and was dimly aware of Joyce moving in the same rhythm as sexual electricity was passed between the two girls who noisily slurped each other's cunts.
One of the most excited days in his life was being highlighted now by something he'd only dreamt about before: group sex. The air was heavy with the musky smell of the two beautiful women, who moved their tongues over the soft inner parts of their partners in time with the fucking Jean was getting from on top.
Rocco pulled and tugged on Jean's titties while he fucked her until she pulled her slippery wet face from Joyce's crotch to gurgle contentedly, "Ohhhhh, I gotta-"
She lurched forward in spastic shudders of orgasmic release even while Rocco's body was pressing her undulating body against that of Joyce beneath her.
When he felt the contractions in her asshole, it so overpowered Rocco that he shut his eyes and groaned as his ball sac burned with intense contractions, radiating pain from its base.
For a moment he grunted, thinking that Jean's orgasm had interrupted his rhythm and had cut short his ejaculation. But then he was exploding, spewing his thick spunk deep into her intestines as she lay there exhausted, passively being thrown against Joyce's body with each spasmodic lunge.
When their climax came to an end, Joyce was looking questioningly at them. Jean was content, a smile resting across her pretty face. She volunteered, "I've never done that. I mean with another woman. Wow, is that super!"
"I couldn't make you come, though," Joyce said. And Rocco wondered whether that was merely a statement or an accusation.
"Oh, no, I could never come that way. But it's great stimulation to prepare a woman for what Rocco did!"
It's hard for a man to keep quiet when a pretty thing like Jean does such fine things for his ego, so he turned to Joyce. "Want to give it another try? Straight?"
There was a momentary fear in her eyes and her face stiffened almost imperceptibly. She shot a quick glance toward Jean, and it seemed to reassure her.
Rocco went to her side and began to kiss her, to seduce her with the sensual press of his body. His mouth worked against her mouth.
She leaned back, and Rocco rolled on top of her without breaking the kiss. Now he ground his groin into her thighs. Slowly. He was holding Joyce to him, but not really forcing her. He was simply keeping her in place so that she could not move away. He held her firmly around the hips, grinding his stiffening cock into her groin. Her mouth was still closed, and he pushed his tongue between her lips. Her teeth were closed, but he continued licking up and down against their hardness, curling his tongue around to the sides of her lips.
She pulled back, away from his mouth. Her eyes were wild with uncertainty, her delicate nostrils flared as she huffed in and out like a captured animal.
Rocco pulled her toward him again, and kissed her. He caught her offguard this time and his tongue penetrated the wetness of her mouth. She still tried to pull away, but he pressed forward. Then he ground his cock up slow and hard, insisting on admission to her portals.
Then he began to notice the first signs of her excitement.
He felt her slow, returning pressure on his cock.
He moved his hands away from her, no longer feeling the need to press her down.
She did not struggle, but she spread her thighs apart to accept him.
Rocco saw from the corner of his eye that Jean had rolled over and propped her head in her hand to get a better view of the proceedings.
Rocco tenderly directed his finger into Joyce's tangled triangle of pubic hair and felt carefully for her slit. Wet from Jean's saliva and her own sex dew, it felt anxious and ready. He slipped his fingers around her cunt lips and then carefully caressed the tender little inner lips. He searched upvard for her clit. It quickly became hard under his probing finger, and he rubbed it like he'd seen women do when they bring themselves off.
"What's it feel like?" Jean's voice, like he soft erotic purr of a cat, was heard.
"Right now?" Joyce asked. "It feels good. It's going to be good, this time-"
Rocco found himself getting doubly excited as he listened to the two girls talk, and he bent over and started tonguing Joyce's erect clit and breathing warm steam on her vulva. Joyce dutifully reported this experience for her friend. "I got this big rough tongue going in and out of my slimy hole, ohhhhh!"
"Does it feel as good as my tongue?" Jean asked.
The question was answered by a moan as Rocco pinched the erect clit between his teeth.
Rocco felt fingers on his cock. It was Jean. She was kneeling behind him and massaging his cock. He begged her, "Pump it, pump it!"
Jean continued to massage him vigorously and rapidly. He felt her fine, delicate fingers wrapped around his reddened, aching rod. He gyrated to and fro so that she was giving him a hand job with her firm, sensual fist.
Rocco admired Joyce's cunt, crowned by a rich halo of jet black pussy hair that dipped down between her legs and back between her cunt and asshole. She was sopping now, her brush was glistening and matted down, and the fluid that covered her membrances promised him the ultimate in excitement when he would drive his tongue hard and deep into the seat of her passion.
He looked up and saw her lovely dark eyes looking down at him from between her orbs. Those globes looked so much larger at this angle, with the underside showing and the long nipples protruding.
He eagerly began to eat her. Just as he got a mouthful of Joyce, he felt Jean begin to tongue his shaft.
His whole neverous system was tingling as he became aware that he was helplessly overpowered by these two lovely women. Two was a far better way than to double the pleasure by having one twice. The sensation was indescribably delicious.
He grasped her legs now below the knees and folded them back. Joyce was rather heavy and the maneuver was almost necessary to get any real penetration. She cooperatively put her heels on his shoulders to guide her pussy into a nearly vertical position.
Using her legs as a lever, he pulled her luscious box closer and closer to his gaping mouth. Blowing softly on her membranes, he saw the lips pulse repeatedly, each time pushing her little cunt, with the dark round hole in the center of the pink folds closer to his mouth. Then he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she went limp as her legs opened still wider to receive him.
He reamed her humid inner sanctum with his trembling tongue, and she moaned in pleasure. Then, he aimed his tongue at the target and darted into her hole.
She reacted immediately, closing her fleshy thighs around his head and pushing as much of her delicious cunt into his face as she could. She began jerking back and forth, and it felt like he would get a broken neck from her jolting. She racked him to herself until he thought he would suffocate. He was sure he would smother, when, sucking for air with all his strength, he felt her hands on the back of his head, trying to force his face all the way up her vagina. He bit her clitoris then and she released him in one great tremor, throwing him back and away from herself.
"Fuck me, please. Fuck me real hard!" she pleaded.
Rocco took his bearing as he shook his head vigorously, all the while gasping in great lungfuls of air. He saw that she was now in the throes of an impending climax, so he jumped on her writhing body and forced his cock high up into her, screwing and screwing all the way in.
Joyce gripped him tightly with her cunt muscles and started milking him with choreic movements of her whole torso. She bit into his shoulders as he drove deeper and deeper into her anxious pussy. He felt his balls jump in contraction as they expelled their load suddenly.
She released the roll of skin on his shoulder from her teeth and screamed in an insane hysterical voice, "Stop! Don't move! Hold still-absolutely still."
She was as tense as a board.
Rocco was disturbed. She still had not come, and he felt a little angry at her.
Still sweaty and exhausted, she looked up at him, and shook her head sadly, "It's no use. I simply can't."
Jean said, "Rocco, he flat on your back."
With an air of authority, Jean took over, put Rocco on his back, and showed Joyce how to straddle him. Jean inserted his erection into Joyce.
"Ohhhh!" Rocco groaned as Joyce eased over his shaft and her lava of excitement poured down his testicles. It was a wonderful, exhilarating feeling. Her muscles sucked him in, and he rolled his buttocks beneath her, driving up and up and up. It was a new exhilarating feeling for him, and he convulsed from head to toe. She threw her head back and he could feel the muscles of her legs and arms gripping him like a vise. He could feel her internal muscles pulling him into her as she came.
"Good-good-" she murmured.
He put his hands on her buttocks and gripped her to him.
She jammed down onto him, rubbing and writhing in a frenzy.
For a moment, everything was happening so fast that he was short of breath.
He rammed up into her opening and she rammed down. They smashed into each other faster and faster until he thought she'd climb right over her head. Faster and faster and shorter and shorter they moved together.
He was consumed in the vortex of the passion. He could feel his hot jet spurt into her, and it seemed that with each eruption of his thick, hot cream, she would shudder in a peculiar snake-like way.
He could feel her muscles tighten as she climaxed, and then he felt her movements deep inside her box and he realized that she was still coming. It was one long orgasm, without respite, as she thrashed about, impaled on his iron-hard pole, and her head twisted from side to side.
He held her buttocks tightly to him and lay rigid while she suctioned his juices into herself.
It must have lasted for over a full minute. Then, with a long windy sigh, she released the grip on him with her hands and legs, and slouched limply, looking tired and warm. There was an outpouring of their combined juices, which felt hot on his legs and balls and ass crack. Her musky smell pervaded the room.
"I did it. The first time in my life I've ever come while I've been fucked. And it was just great. Really terrific." She pushed her hair back fom her face. "Whew!"
Rocco was exhausted and took the rest of the day off. With the shop closed, he had a chance to lounge around and drink with Jean and Joyce, and cement his relationship with them better.
CHAPTER SIX
The following day was business as usual. It took another full day before Rocco got back into shape for the normal business day. One matronly customer, thirtyish but still slim and chic, had scheduled just about everything Rocco had to offer: manicure, hairstyling with shampoo and dye.
She came in early, since it looked like an eight-hour job, and settled herself down for the facial. She was from the country club set, with expensive clothes and an impatient bearing. Rocco wondered whether there was much chance to separate her from her money, as she talked about her elegant life.
She wore a scoop-necked polka dot dress with a white collar. Despite her age, she was braless, Rocco discovered while he sat behind her doing her facial.
He eased his expert fingers down toward her cleavage, but she didn't seem to respond.
After the shampoo and the dye job, she was still just as uncommunicative.
Her permanent was brushed out while Joyce did her nails, and Rocco wondered what was wrong. A long, knowing glance to Joyce showed that she was wondering, too.
Other customers in the shop seemed to ignore her.
Rocco was annoyed.
While he was rearranging her hairstyle to suit her meticulous taste, he dropped his comb purposely down in front of her dress.
"Excuse me," he said as he went in after it with his fingers.
Those fingers had just slid over the rise of her tantalizing breast. When he felt her finger on his wrist.
"I'm afraid you've just lost your comb," was all she said.
Defeated, Rocco could not get her out of his mind the rest of the evening. But the following day, Joyce came up to him while he was brushing a customer's hair, "Telephone."
"Who is it?" he asked as he went to the phone.
"Jacqueline Ritter," she replied. "Who?"
"That's the frigid dame that didn't crack a smile all the while she was here yesterday, the one with the polka dot dress," Joyce shrugged.
"Rocco speaking," he said into the phone.
"Yes, I just wanted to tell you how pleased my husband is with the hairstyle I got from you yesterday. He hadn't been this pleased in anything for years. I called to thank you."
"Part of the service is the pleasure your loved ones have in seeing you look your best, Mrs. Ritter," Rocco said with a sneer on his face that Joyce saw.
"Well, to show my appreciation, Rocco, I'd like you to come to a party I'm throwing at my place tomorrow evening," she said.
by now, Joyce had pressed her ear against the backside of the phone and heard the invitation. She nodded yes vigorously.
Rocco thought it over a minute before asking, "May I bring a lady friend?"
"Why, yes, certainly, young man. Can I depend on you to be there then?"
"I guess so," he said, still confused.
"Oh, I do wish to apologize for the way I spoke to you at the shop yesterday .I'll explain it when you get here tomorrow, all right? No hard feelings now?"
"Why, none at all, Mrs. Ritter."
"it's Jacqueline, Rocco. You call all your other clients by their first names, don't you?" she asked.
"All right, Jacqueline."
"About eight will be fine."
"Thank you and good day."
Rocco hung up and looked at Joyce with his brows raised. "What's the dope on that dame?"
"That's the interesting thing, Rocco," she replied. "That dame is so filthy rich that the social climbers in town do nothing but talk about her. Those parties are super-exclusive, and gals have even had their husbands arrange business deals with old man Ritter just to get into the place. It's one of those exclusive places that everyone admire from the outside, and takes six gardeners to tend. By the way, who're you taking, anyone I know?"
"You."
"I was afraid of that."
"You want to go, don't you?"
"Yeah, but you must have an ulterior motive if you want a chaperone," she said. "It's something like that. You see, the broad gave me the brush-off yesterday, and I'm wondering what she has in mind now. If those parties are that exclusive, she may want to make it appear that she has me on the string to embarrass her husband or something. I'd be the patsy in a fight between her and her husband, and I'd get it in the neck. That could kill my business pretty thoroughly if it got around, especially since you said that the women lionize her so much."
"So, by having me along, you'll dispel the impression that you're her pet, right?"
Rocco went back to is hairstyle, but the rest of the say and all of the next was marked by curious expectation of what Jacqueline Ritter had planned at her party.
He arrived with Joyce on the dot. A butler let them into the fine, brick mansion with the iron fence around its perimeter.
The ballroom was visible from the wide, vaulted hallway, that was so high, it gave the impression of being longer and narrower than it was in fact. Huge crystal chandeliers were suspended from the ceiling and many tiny lights glittered romantically from them. The ballroom was done in gold and red. It was a large cavernous chamber with narrow stained-glass windows. The furnishings were Victorian, and, as Rocco stepped down the three low stairs leading into the ballroom, he half-expected to be announced, 'Mr. Rocco-'
His thoughts were cut off by Joyce's whisper, "Here come old Mrs. Gotrocks now."
Jacqueline was effusive now, in stark contrast to her behavior to him before. She thanked him again and repeated how her husband adored the stye.
Rocco was reserved, not knowing quite what to expect, when he was introduced to Harry Ritter himself. But it went smoothly, and the old boy didn't seem to take notice of the incongruity of a mere hairdresser being asked to join the conclave of bigwigs.
Rocco's middleweight boxing championship muscles eased a little, and he actually began to enjoy dancing with Joyce as the evening wore on.
"Hey, this has turned out to be one swell party, hadn't it?" He was talking to Joyce She was distracted, though.
"You know, I still have a feeling that the old girl asked you here for a purpose," she said. "Why don't you ask her for a dance and see if you can get a bead on it?"
Rocco watched Jacqueline's strained attentiveness as he approached her for a dance. There was a sharp brightness in her eyes whenever they looked at him, and they were looking at him often.
She readily left the group she was with to dance with Rocco, and as he felt her press close to him, he realized that she was really an extremely attractive woman when she tried to be.
She was probably a good ten years his senior, maybe better. But the way she moved in his arms while they danced made his clumsy attempt with the comb the other day an inept faux pas.
She was holding the back of his head in the palm of one hand, and she gently eased it down to the point where his ear was right over her mouth.
"Take Joyce upstairs in about half an hour. There is a key to my private bedroom in your coat pocket. Don't reach for it now. It's in the left one. My husband is extremely jealous, so whatever you do, don't get caught. My bedroom is right at the top of the north staircase. Ask any servant if you need help. But whatever you do, don't get caught."
The dance ended.
He escorted her back to the group she was with, and went back to Joyce. They discussed it during the next dance, and they decided to go ahead and find out what the payoff was. After all, they were in no danger of scandal as long as they stayed together, they concurred.
Once inside the room, which they found easily enough, they were amazed at the brilliant redness of it. The center was occupied by a huge round bed with red covers. The walls were rich, deep Victorian red and the flowers vases were stuffed full of lush red roses.
After a time, Jacqueline came into the room through another door, not the door leading out to the north stairs.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting long. I had to tell my husband I was ill so he wouldn't get suspicious," she explained while she checked the doors to make sure they were locked.
She wore a long, floor-length lounging robe that fitted her tightly around her braless breasts, then flared widely out in sweeping folds that undulated down to the floor. The material was velvety pink cloth, with a V neck and a little glittering jewel of some kind drawing the cloth over her twin orbs with their dark aureolas visible just at the very edge of the V line.
She moved nervously about the room, then said, "Gee, I almost thought you wouldn't come."
"Why not?" Rocco asked.
"I don't know," she giggled with a silly expression on her face. "I guess I've had a little overmuch to drink."
"I could do with a drink," Joyce said, and the tone of her voice seemed to relax Jacqueline.
Leave it to Joyce, Rocco thought. That girl sure knows how to handle women.
"Would you mix the drinks?" Jacqueline asked Rocco as she stepped toward a small liquor cabinet in the corner of the immense room. "I do so hate to be disturbed by the butler-at a time like this," she said.
"That sounds all right to me," Rocco set to work mixing the drinks.
A stillness settled over the room, save Rocco's tinkling of glassware.
Joyce broke the silence. "How is Harold?"
"Oh, you know how it is with a man when he reached his fifties-" she started, then, with a giggle, added hastily. "Well, he is fifteen years older than me, you know-" Her eyes moved around the room anxiously.
Joyce smiled at her and Rocco brought them drinks. Joyce kept her chattering long enough to get her to relax, while Rocco began a toast. "To your health!" He lifted his glass and began to sip.
"Let me make the toast," Joyce interrupted.
"Okay." He stopped and waited.
"To our sexual satisfaction this evening. The three of us!"
Jacqueline cleared her throat, noisily, and smiled nervously. She sipped deeply from her glass, which shook slightly in her hand.
The two women were sitting on the edge of the round bed, balanced on the edge. Rocco sat on the opposite side of Jacqueline and let his thigh touch hers. She took a deep drink, and Rocco snuggled over closer to her.
"I'm always a bit nervous the first time with new partners," she said. "I know it's just stage fright, and that it'll go away when we get going.'"
Rocco soothed her, "You know, I found you unusually exciting when you came into my shop last week."
"That's right. I noticed," she said in a clipped voice. "And, you do see many women there, I'm sure."
"'very exciting, sexually stimulating," Rocco continued to whisper to her intimately.
"I want you to make love to me," she said.
Rocco pulled her to himself, kissing her roughly on the mouth. He used his tongue like a sword, probing and sucking the sweetness of her soft open mouth. She responded to the wedging tongue and let her own slither sensually around it, sucking it down into her throat, deeply, deeply. The tongue entwined, licking and tasting each other.
Rocco's arm slid around her shoulder, and he pulled her closer, his other hand coming up to her torso, to rest just under her breast, against the ribs. He extended one finger, and reached to probe into the softness of the globular orb that hung beneath her pink, lounging robe.
Only after a suitable length of time did he slide that hand up to cup the hanging tit. Itjwas large and heavy in his hand, much firmer than those of most women her age. The nipple was stiff and hard like a marble in the center of that gland, and Rocco could feel it throbbing through the thin fabric of the cloth. He massaged the globe, squeezing his fingers in and out, twisting his hand around, rotating the supple excited flesh.
She pulled her mouth away from his, and kissed his neck and his ear while his fingers toyed with her tit.
Her own hand was moving on his leg. It was reaching for his cock. She fluttered her delicate fingertips for awhile over the area of his genitals before finally taking hold of his thick, throbbing meat. She squeezed it in rhythm with his rubbing of her tit.
Her hand was moving up and down, stroking him sexually, softly, sensitively, up and down, from the base to the very tip.
His own fingers moved across the slope of her lovely legs, and the feeling of the material on her thighs excited him still more. It was an experience he savored, this preparation to getting to see her cunt, and, as if she read his mind, she parted her thighs, offering her cunt.
He caressed the cunt through her robe, his stiff index finger rubbing as she humped her cunt against his flattened hand. He could feel the heat of her excitement now, and he probed for the slit of her cunt, pushing the lips apart with the folds of the thin material.
There in the center of her body was a wetness and a heat that baked his hand.
Then, when he had shoved a few folds of the material deep into her wet slit, he brought his hand away and traced it down her thigh and leg. Then he began to gather the hem of the robe, pulling it up, exposing her soft, lovely legs.
After a while, he could feel the flesh of her warm curved thigh against his palm, and he caressed its smooth softness. His hand continued to push up the hem until he could touch her naked cunt.
It was soft and incredibly wet.
And as his palm glided over its nakedness, he realized it was hairless.
He looked. It was. And as he stared at the naked cunt, he saw her clitoris, at least half an inch long, begin to protrude from the slit of coral flesh.
"I shave it," she said. "It's my own private thing. I like to think I'm sexy, but my husband-well, so anyway, I have this thing about having a clean and perfumed cunt."
"Do you like to be sucked?" he asked.
"Do I? Watch that little clitty grow to an inch in your mouth!" she giggled silly.
Rocco pushed her back onto the bed and knelt between her legs. The sight of a hairless cunt turned him on just because of the incredible novelty of it. Actually, he was hung up on hair, he knew.
But that clitoris was something else. It was a phenomenon. It should be recorded in the annals of medicine, or at least, make a small contribution to some obscure anatomy journal, he thought. It was almost as long as the first knuckle of his thumb, as he measured it against the hand which held back the labia so that he could examine it better.
Hungrily, he put his lips to it, and suctioned the clit. It stiffened in his mouth as he pulled and stretched it, running his rough tongue against its hardness. He felt her hand cup his head and force him deeper into her pussy.
Tremors went through her body as he reached up to touch her tits, now that her robe was bunched about her middle.
As he looked up, he saw Joyce standing by their side, already naked. There was an expression of delight in her face such as he'd never seen before.
"Aahhhhh," she said. "What a beautiful, lovely, pussy. It's so naked. It's so lovely. That cunt. That fucking hot cunt. Ahhhh!"
Rocco touched Joyce's black, hairy pussy, but she had eyes only for Jacqueline. "Open your cunt for me, Jackie. Open it and hold it open for me."
Before Rocco was aware of what was happening, Joyce was kneeling between Jacqueline's spread legs and had two fingers buried deep into that hole. "Delightful! Wonderful!" Joyce said, again and again as her fingers probed and plunged the cunt.
Then she was leaning into the cunt, cupping her own tit as she did so, putting the nipple directly in contact with the spasming cunt. "I'm stuffing my tit in your delightful little cunt," she said. "Open it up for me, let me put all of it in, all of it!" she begged as she slid the firm breast up and down the slit.
"Yes, that's wonderful. Put it all in. Put the whole thing in. Put it in me," Jacqueline begged as she rotated her ass in half circles.
Rocco watched while the spasming cunt swallowed the nipple and part of the gland into its hungry mouth.
"Come, you darling pussy, come on my tit. I want to feel you come. Gush your pussy all over my tit," Joyce said.
Rocco watched as Jacqueline climbed after her orgasm, her whole body jerking in circular spasms of pleasure.
But Joyce was insane with lust for this naked pussy.
Joyce fastened her mouth over it and began reaming the labia with her long tongue.
Jacqueline was barely recovering from that last climax and was now begging, "Eat it, you lovely bitch, eat me. I'm still coming. I'm going to come again, and come and come and come inside your fucking mouth. Fuck me with that tongue, again and again, sink that tongue deep into meeee!" she shuddered and jerked in a long-delayed climax.
Jacqueline was still coming when she was begging, "Joyce, darling, bring your ass around for me to suck. Come, baby, come, my sweet, come on my face, too. I'll make you come and we'll come together."
Rocco watched the two women move into the sixty-nine position and eat each other's pussy with gnawing lust. Tremors of lust rocked and shuddered the bed, and Rocco was taking off his clothes. The buttons of his shirt, the belt of his trousers, everything delayed him, until he almost creamed in his pants. But his palms were sweaty and his breathing was coming hard. , He had to stick a cock somewhere in those two women. They rolled over and over on the bed while they sucked each other frenetically. The beautiful hairstyle that Rocco had created for Jacqueline with such meticulous fussiness was now a tumble of disheveled hair.
"Ahhhhhh!" Jacqueline squealed. "That's the place. Do it, do my clit! Do my clit with your tongue, darling-" Her voice trailed off into hard, guttural breathing.
When Jacqueline, who was on top, felt it in her tight, virginal passageway, she began to protest. But the gism smeared over his cock head lubricated the little puckered anus, and as he leaned hard into her, the screams of objection turned into cries of pleasure.
Rocco fucked her ass hard and swiftly, sinking down to the base of his balls when she angled her ass upward to receive his thrust. With each forward stroke, he was buried right up to his balls in the convulsing canal of her ass. Her tightening and spasming rectum ripped and when she felt him coming, she went berserk.
She reached around with her hands and spread her buttocks wide, all the while begging him not to stop.
He came, but she continued begging him not to stop, long after he had become flaccid and fell out of her.
As he descended from his height of passion, Jacqueline moaned and leaned forward, but Joyce, sensitive to Jacqueline's predicament, rose and pushed Rocco onto his back on the bed. Joyce positioned her ass cheeks over his brows and settled toward his mouth, while she directed Jacqueline to grip his weakly tumescent prick and straddle his hips. Rocco felt her trying to position the cock at her humid orifice.
She rubbed her mons up and down the underside of his stiffening but wrinkled cock. It was giving him a thrill to feel her ministrations, and he began to stiffen more fully.
Joyce was fingering her own clit in order to make the juices flow. They oozed in clear, greasy waves from her pink cunt lips onto his face and lips. He arched his back and his neck in order to get his limp cock into Jacqueline's hot hole of passion, and she squirmed and twisted on top of it, pushing herself down on it, until it seemed that she would be sore from the effort.
Then Jacqueline was moving around on him, getting off him. She slid down between his muscular hairy legs, and fastened her mouth over his cock and started licking around and around, from the tip to the base.
He felt his cock respond several times, and then go limp. Jacqueline was obviously enjoying this. When he was fairly hard, she rose up and, spreading her ass cheeks from behind, settled her pussy right down on top of the pulsing cock. It entered her slimy canal easily, and she gripped it with her shaven cunt walls tightly. It was only a moment and she began to come.
Joyce, facing her on Rocco's mouth, put her arms to steady her as she racked from her orgasm, making the whole bed shudder. Joyce reached out and fondled Jacqueline's tits and she began to release her own pent-up climax like an overwound spring suddenly let loose.
The rhythm of the girls coming this way-Joyce on his face and Jackie impaled on his cock-made Rocco start to come. He began to thrash his arms and legs and convulse from side to side and up and down. As he jerked in rhythm with the fucking bodies of the girls, it felt like he was the center link in a well-oiled machine, each part of which moved in conjunction with its mating part perfectly, each body providing another link in a chain of sexual energy which fed upon itself and grew in intensity between the three bodies until it erupted in a great unquenchable pounding that started in Joyce's cunt and went to his mouth, spreading downward across his body as she clung to him, writhing.
The orgasm faded in slow stages, just the reverse of the way it started. Rocco, having expended himself, lay quiet and breathing heavily.
Jacqueline found that she could not disengage her naked pussy from Rocco's still massive cock. Although he had expended all of his strength and semen, his prick remained stiff and hard. It was some time before his cock began to hurt from the pressure of Jacqueline's cunt barrel.
She tried to pull up, but her tight hole resisted.
He tried to slip out, but each time he tried, it pulled at the dry corrugated walls of her tunnel so painfully that it brought tears to her eyes.
Joyce shocked them both by throwing a glass of cold water on his pubes, but even that did not work right away. Jacqueline started to panic at the thought of being discovered like this, and this made her pussy mouth contract painfully on his stiff rod.
"Oh, what will we do?" Jacqueline cried, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Take it easy, honey," Joyce whispered. "I have an idea."
"Hadn't we better call a doctor?" Rocco suggested.
"Let's try my idea first," Joyce said. Turning to Jacqueline, she said, "I want you to close your eyes and imagine that Rocco is your husband. Can you do that?"
Rocco watched as Jacqueline clamped her eyes shut and wrinkled her brow in concentration. She was struggling to replace the feel of his muscular body with that of her flabby husband, he could tell, and he marveled at Joyce's insightful idea.
Slowly, she was able to work her sore pussy lips off the still rigid but perfectly smaller cock shaft. Inch by inch, she slowly wriggled off the erect and meaty club.
"You can relax now, Rocco," Joyce said sympathetically.
Jacqueline opened her eyes sheepishly and started pulling on her robe. She said, "Wow, you wouldn't believe what a wonderful time you've shown me tonight. In return, I'm going to make you two a proposal which I hope you'll accept. I am leaving for Las Vegas with my husband next week. I'll be stuck there for an entire week and bored beyond tears. He will be gambling and having a good time, but he just pushes me aside at those times. If you two would come with me, I would pay all of your expenses, plus double whatever your weekly gross at the salon is."
"What will your husband say?" Joyce interrupted.
"He'll be told that you've come along to keep me looking beautiful for the week, and he won't complain since I'll be out of his way and I won't be nagging him about spending all of his time elsewhere instead of with me."
"We'd like to, Jackie, but-you know, the business," Rocco said.
"All right, I'll double my offer. III give you four times last week's gross if you come with me. That goes for Joyce's salary, too, of course."
"I don't know-" Rocco thought of the pretty girls he'd be missing. But, Jacqueline was quite a cunt herself, and it was likely that there would be more than enough cunts to play around with in Vegas.
"You'll have a great time. There will be the shows and the swimming-" Jacqueline prompted.
"I'll leave it up to Joyce," he said. "Do you want to go?"
She ran her tongue over her lips. "I know you'll be missing a lot back here, but I sure love Jackie's nude cunny. I'd want to go along with that, if you don't mind."
"All right, it's a deal," Rocco said. They poured more drinks all around to that toast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Their rooms in Vegas were fitted out like a Turkish mosque. There was ruby red wallpaper on the walls, huge ceramic elephants of assorted bright colors. Pillows scattered everywhere on the floor, which was covered with a colorful Oriental rug. A smell of incense pervaded the mysterious place. The windows were made of stained glass with high arched frames.
Rocco wore stylish shoes with heels four inches high, and sat on a black fur cylindrical pillow which rested along one wall.
Jackie was kneeling on the couch, her legs spread and her spine bent backward so that the back of her head rested on the sofa back. She trembled like a bow, ready to release a quivering arrow, as her breasts pointed to the heavens and shook in response to the attentions of Joyce who knelt on the floor with her face fastened tightly between Jackie's split legs.
Rocco stared at the spectacle, fascinated. He hadn't ever seen two women play together like Joyce and Jackie did, and it made him feel excited to watch. He admired Jackie's mature profile as she wriggled, her head pressing back on the sofa and her heels kicking and toes wriggling and digging deep into the sofa cushions as she sighed with her pleasure. Her tits quivered as she undulated, whispering softly, "Do it, oh, Joyce, do it faster. Ohhhhhh!"
He couldn't see Joyce's face from the side, since Jackie's thigh blocked the view, but he could see Joyce's hand squeezing Jackie's ass tightly as she licked away at Jackie's cunt, making soft, lapping sounds.
He was amazed by the beauty of the figure cut by these two women, and countless indescribably torrid reactions ran through his mind at once. But backward in the back of his mind, he could identify a vague fear, a jealousy as he stared at Jackie's writhing form and imagined the feeling of Joyce's fingers on her ass, as these two marvelous females performed their act of pure animal lust.
"Aaaah!" Jackie squealed. "That's the place. Do my clit, do it with your tongue, you sucking fuck-bitch!" Her voice traded off into heavy guttural breathing and her ribs made long excursions beneath her skin, lifting her tits and making them undulate lewdly.
Rocco pounded his own enormous meat now, from the excitement of watching the girls.
Jackie collapsed onto her back, and Joyce snaked her hands up from her ass and was vigorously kneading her huge orbs, all the while gnawing her cunt.
Jackie was running her hands through Joyce's hair, pulling her face intighter to her crotch as she dug her heels into the sofa cushions and pressed herself against Joyce's face.
Rocco's meat began to throb when suddenly Jackie cried out, "Oh, I'm coming! I'm commmmminnnngggg!"
She suddenly whimpered and became very still. Close to creaming himself, Rocco started to shudder with his pent-up effort as he barely mastered control of himself.
As the two women disengaged themselves, they saw his plight. Looking at his erection seemed to turn them on again. Joyce turned on the couch to watch his prick better, and he could see her hungry gash in the center of her black triangle. The flesh was moist and pouted out toward him. Jackie sat next to Joyce, keeping her legs apart, too, so that he could see her slit, a coral line in her naked notch.
Both their cunts were wet with lava of their love and their pubic ridges were glistening with it.
Gaping at these two pussies, he never before knew such lust as he felt now.
The girls were horny again, too, and Joyce grabbed Jackie and rolled atop her, embracing her and pressing her breasts together. They were kissing with their mouths open and their thighs entwined. This spectacle of loving flesh nearly made him come. He stopped just in time.
He knew he could not withhold himself any more. He went over to the two intertwined women and knelt down to watch their vulvae pulsate as they played together. Their soft pink labia were visible as they spread their legs apart and tried to rub their mounds against each other's thighs. Strings of grey mucous webbed their labias.
Jackie watched him, kneeling with his meat in his hand, trying to peer right up into the slick well of her pussy. She stared intently at his cock.
Finally, in a slow, thoughtful motion, she reached out to him and cupped his testicles with her warm palm. Then she ran her fingers over the crimson head of the tool as he pumped back and forth, letting her fingers move up and down the length of his cock, tangling them in his pubic hair each time her fingers reached the base of his massive cock.
Joyce got off the couch and knelt right behind Rocco, pressing her titties against his back so that her hard, long nipples jutted into his sensitive skin on his back.
He gasped, as this new feeling brought him right to the very edge of his orgsm, but not quite to the top. Then Joyce was feeling his ass, caressing down between the cheeks, her fingers quickly snaking around his asshole. Then she slid her hand under his crotch and began to squeeze his balls.
"Feel good?" she breathed into his ear wth a hoarse, sexy voice. "Two naked women, doing all of these wonderful things to you. Playing with you, touching you-everywhere."
She was caressing the soft sensitive underside of his enormous cock while Jackie was pinching its head. Joyce said, "Isn't it wonderful to have two women touch your prick?"
He couldn't answer for the orgasm that welled up inside of him was about to burst. He knew he had to fuck, fuck, fuck. One of them or both of them, but he had to fuck. He had to shove his trembling prick into the soft cunnies he had watched so deliciously just a few moments ago. Now he was going to fuck like he'd never fucked before.
"Touch my love button!" Jackie commanded. "Please, pinch my little clit." She repeated, "Touch my clit," when he hesitated, almost overpowered by his own feelings. He reached into her crotch and took the little tumescent organ between two fingers. She began to writhe and gyrate then, as she spread her legs apart, one hand supporting herself as she bent back, the other holding his hand against her clit.
Joyce still massaged his balls from behind, squeezing them ever so slightly, to remind him that she was holding them and he would not be able to pounce on Jackie's waiting flesh until she let go of them.
"Keep working her clit," Joyce ordered him as she felt his scrotum. His fingers continued to work in Jackie's slit, but the desire was erupting inside him like a geyser. The only way to quench the burning desire would be to plunge his bloated cock deep inside Jackie's excited, contracting pussy.
He moved his finger faster now, trying to get her to signal Joyce to let go of his hairy testicles and let him plow her furrow. He watched as her beautiful smooth body heaved with every flick of his finger. Her juicy cunt lips pouted with desire, and they puffed up right out of her groove. Seeing the lips and feeling Joyce's body pressed on his back, occasionally putting her tongue into his ear, increased his need so much that it was now unbearable.
His tortured bony tool was so taut that he was afraid he would spurt his come onto her belly as she arched herself backwards, offering her pussy to him, pressing his fingers tightly into her deep, hot well.
Rocco could see that she was getting ready to come, for her eyes were full on his tumescent, bounding organ, and he could feel her cunt open wide now, in expectation of the stiff rod. He manipulated her loop of tissue faster and faster and faster now, for he knew he could not hold out another minute.
He gnashed his teeth when she let go of his hand and stretched out languidly on the Oriental rug, spreading her legs apart as far as they would go, bending her knees so that the soles of her feet were flat against each other and she looked like a frog, with her pussy hair gone and her legs spread this way.
He looked down at the portals through which he was about to go.
The sight of her pulsing open ring of coral flesh, oily with sex dew, made a drop of white juice form at the eye of his bloated aching prick.
Joyce's hand on his testicles prevented him from moving forward and he ached painfully.
Then Jackie screamed, "Let go of him! Let him fuck me!"
Joyce gave his balls a painful twist and pushed his aching body, already convulsing with his orgasm, on top of the waiting Jackie.
The girl on the rug arched her body high to receive him. His hard rod began to ejaculate immediately, and it shot hot semen deep into her pussy. The girl was thrashing about on the rug, screaming mindless things. But overriding her screams was the insistent chant of Joyce squealing, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
Joyce was giving him resounding slaps on the ass as he wrenched in and out of Jackie's waiting hole. And Jackie was draining the final dregs of passion for herself out of the expended cock, and she had locked her legs around him in a futile effort to squeeze more out of him.
Joyce was still behind him, spreading the cheeks of his ass and flickig her tongue against his asshole. She licked and probed way down between his cheeks, and the sensation was a perfect culmination, as he lay here exhausted, his nervous energy dissolving.
Then, as he concentrated on the feeling of Joyce's tongue in his ass, he began to get hard inside Jackie again.
Soon he was fucking into her with deep, terrific thrusts that made his cock ache from the friction. She responded now and moved up to meet his thrusts. She tightened his legs around his waist as he screwed his way in and out, back and forth, rubbing the sides of her sleeve with his taut thick prick.
"Oh, you're good, Rocco," Jackie murmured. "It's so good. You're fucking me so hard I can see stars when you plunge to the limit of my box. You keep poking me and the muscles around the rim of my cunny asre sore from gripping you, but it feels so good, I've just got to grip with those muscles. I can't let go. It about takes my breath away when you go all the way out, and I can feel your ball sac strike my ass cheeks when you penetrate all the way. Harder, harder, harder! I'm coming!"
Having her describe her sensations as she came made Rocco more excited and he started to come just when she started. He rammed himself in tight, deep, and racked his body in long, convulsive snake-like lunges as her body erupted. in wave after wave of exciting pleasure.
When they had expended themselves, he slumped down, sweaty and weak.
As frequently happens, though, when a woman is long deprived, a good fuck only invigorates her, and in a short time, Jackie was horny again. Joyce had gone downstairs to sleep under the sun and earn a suntan, and Rocco had gone to start the shower.
Jackie followed him, and raised the cover on the commode.
Rocco stood appraising her while she sat on the commode. She had a good figure for a woman who was spoiled and pampered. Instead of getting fat and sloppy, she had held herself together well and had taken elaborate care of herself.
As he stood there, she spread her legs apart so that his eyes might admire her shaven pussy. The two lines descended to a clear V, the flaming top half inch of slit marking dead center. His cock began to get firm.
He walked up in front of her and put his hands gently on her shoulders, caressing her neck. As he stood over her like this, he could still see the beautifully shaken mons at the apex of her torso, offset by two large globes, with their erect pink nipples.
He pushed his cock between the breasts. She put her hands on her tits and pushed them until they surrounded and engulfed his swollen tool. He looked at the reddened glans as it parted the firm orbs. The jewel of his manhood stood up and away from the lovely encroaching tit flesh.
Jackie looked down from his face to his cock, which was growing visibly. Soon it was just under her chin, and she slowly put her mouth over its knob. Her hands rose to his buttocks.
One hand began exploring his asshole while the other probed his scrotal sac with the well-manicured fingernails he remembered seeing on her long, slender fingers.
He was stiff now, and she slid her tongue under and over and around and around his rod, sucking hard. What she lacked in finesse where fucking was concerned, she sure made up in cock-sucking, he thought happily. Then her lips were tightened over his glans and she began rocking back and forth on the commode, enveloping two inches of cock and then pulling out the edge of the crown. With each pull, she slid her tongue over the excited nerve endings around the eye of his penis, and the sensation was only superseded by the sensation of her whole mouth enveloping his shaft.
Inserting her finger into his asshole and twisting it, she simultaneously gave his balls a rough twist. He ground his hips forward as she did this, shoving his engorged meat down her throat, past the ring of muscles that guard the entrance to the gullet and the windpipe. As his sensitive cappenetrated this unexplored territory, he suddenly lost control of himself.
Moving his hands from her shoulders, he reached behind her head and forced it toward him. And then he was coming. He was racking and jerking uncontrollably as the fluid exploded from his cock up into her gulping throat.
She was making gurgling, choking noises, and he quickly retracted his enlarged prick. Come dripped and dribbled from her chin, and ran down the side of her mouth.
He almost fell on her slumping form as the pain he felt radiating from his ass subsided. He put his knee between her legs on the commode to support himself.
Then, seeing that as the pain receded, his purple-veined cock was still swollen, he got another idea. Spreading her legs further apart, he slipped his legs under hers as she sat. Grasping her buttocks, he pulled her forward so that she sat upon his twitching meat. Her satin smooth-shaven mons tickled his bulb now, but as it grew still more, it pierced the waiting lips of her cunt. It rubbed across her love button, for she wrapped both her arms tightly around his neck and began to kiss him, murmuring, "Oh, you hot fuck! You fucking king! I almost drowned in your gism, and now I'm hot and need a hard fuck."
Her mouth felt exciting and he grew until he could feel his huge cock head at the rim of her orifice.
Using the towel rack behind her for leverage, he slowly pushed closer to her, up and then in. The feeling of her soft pulsing lips enveloping his fat cock made him, if possible, even harder. The taut skin of his tool ached and the feeling seemed to bring back twinge of the pain he felt in his balls and asshole from her skillful use of fingers.
As though sensing the thoughts he had, she slid her fingers from his neck and grasped his buttocks, pulling still more of his tool into her hungry opening. She started breathing heavily and humping up and down on the tool that pierced her tender cunt. She writhed and bobbed and scratched his buttocks with her fingernails.
Then he was half standing, grinding his pubic ridge into her pubic mons. "Aaahhhhh!" she shivered, as her body arched back.
She continued humping up and down his impaling rod and he grasped her tits, pulling at them and twisting the long nipples.
"Come inside me!" she shrilled as her spasming cunt barrel suctioned his cock while she lurched and bounced on him.
Then, he felt his testicles start to contract with their load of semen.
Surrendering to the wonderful feeling of his cock buried deeply in her burning inner parts, and the convulsions of her belly against his, he was still coming nearly a minute later.
She, too, was coming a minute later, and her abdomen was undulating against his, moans and incoherent words escaped her open mouth as she relaxed, her spine sliding on the towel rack and then on the toilet bowl tank.
"Rocco, you sure fucked me good. I'm so perspired and wet that I'll need to shower with a steel wool pad."
"I've got a better idea. I need to wash off, too, and there's a swimming pool downstairs which we haven't tried yet. Let's have a swim!" he suggested.
"Right on," she said, her face losing the crimson flush of her recent climax.
She pulled on a bright yellow wet-look bikini, and they went straight down to the poolside.
It was still early afternoon, and most of the residents of the hotel did not even wake up until early evening, so the pool was nearly empty. Except for three little kids playing in the shallow part, the pool was deserted. Even Joyce had apparently found a better spot, or a comfortable bar.
Jackie tread water in the center, relaxing while Rocco swam several laps across the pool.
When he rested, holding onto the drain tiles at the edge of the pool, she swam up to him and threw an arm loosely around his neck. "You sure get me excited with that glistening water on your skin. Your cock bulges nicely in your trunks, you know that?"
He put his hand on the small of her back. Soon he was running his muscular boxer's hand over her buttocks, his fingers pushing at the edge of the bikini. Then a finger was slipping down her spine, over her coccyx, down into her ass crack.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Jackie," he said. "I just love to suck it and fuck it."
And then his finger was probing against her anal ring, and the rest of his hand had somehow gotten under her bikini and was massaging her cheeks. As he squeezed and pinched, he became excited. He leaned over and a warm draft of his breath bathed her ear. His insistent finger pulsed on her anus.
He breathed, "want to fuck here?"
She looked around apprehensively. Only the three children were playing at the far end. No one else was in sight. "We shouldn't," she replied.
"Let's, anyway," he said, turning to her and pressing his lips firmly against hers.
She could feel the cock pressing against her, for she spread her legs to swim sideways and get away from him. He took unsporting advantage of her spread legs to press his hard cock tightly between them.
He could feel her body finally responding to him. To shove him away, she had raised her knee. But instead of pushing him, her thigh caressed the outside of his leg. Her tongue was searching for his, and her breasts were straining at the tiny bikini cups.
He sucked hungrily on her tongue, and rubbed her tits against the broad expanse of his chest. His strong arms held her, while her leg rubbed him under water.
With one hand, he pressed delicately at her anal ring, the other he used to slip into her notch and tease back the leg band of her bikini. His finger pads rolled her clit inside its fleshy pocket and slithered around her gaping orifice.
As he felt her excitement communicate itself to him, she suddenly stiffened and pulled her face back. "No, Rocco, not here. Have you lost your head? I'm well known. If someone catches us, they might recognize me and-"
At that moment his finger popped through her asshole and skewered her forward, her body arching, her mons thrust against his hard, twitching prick. Involuntarily, she wiggled her hips with the pressure of his finger, and her own hands came down to touch his massive genitals through his swim trunks underwater.
He continued pushing his finger into her rectum, and now had her back against the drain tile. Using the side of the pool for leverage, she haunched into him, wrapping her legs around his waist for stability.
"Take my prick out!" he demanded.
"No, Rocco, not here where we can be seen!"
"You've got to," he pleaded. "We've gone too far to stop now."
She reluctantly reached her fingers down beneath herself and pulled the crotch piece of his trunks to one side. She released his massive cock. She swiveled her hips, seeking to center her cunt on his cock head while he exposed her by holding the legband of her bikini aside. Soon he felt the satisfying pressure on his large glans as it rested at her gaping hole. Slowly and carefully he eased into her opening, the water lubricating his passage.
She struggled to bear down, grinding her pussy on his erect cock. But her buoyancy in the water resisted her efforts. Once he even slipped out of her, but she centered his thrusting cock between her thighs, and guided it smoothly back into her body. She moved on top of him, rubbing her sheathed tits against his hairy chest, making her hips caress his and making her pussy slip up and down his prick. Her cunt lips became tight around the root of his shaft as they quivered in spasm, milking his thrusting cock.
"What are you doing?" a voice from above his head asked.
He wrenched the top half of his body around to see the three little moppets standing by the edge of the pool, watching them. In the bright sunlight, he could see a little girl bending over to look straight down Jackie's cleavage. They looked to be about eight years old, and one of them started giggling.
Rocco covered his senses and said, "We're just playing a game."
"Oh," the little girl who was leaving over said. "Can we play, too?"
"You can only play this game in deep water," Rocco answered. "You'll have to ask your Mommy if she'll let you come in the deep water."
"No, I'm afraid of the deep water," she said.
"C'mon," a little boy said. "Let's play with the inner tube."
"No, I want to watch them play," another little boy giggled.
"You're gonna fall in and drown yet," the first little boy reprimanded. "I'm gonna tell Momma. You're playing by the deep side."
"Okay, I'm going," the second boy said, skipping along on his bare feet after the other two.
Jackie turned to Rocco. "It's no use. Let's go upstairs and finish."
But Rocco was already emptying himself into her.
Shudders were racing down his body. In the buoyant water she had difficulty moving for him, but seeing him come this way excited her, and she started pumping and sucking his hard cock deep into herself.
Soon he was emptying himself again. There was something about the warmth or the suction of the water.
His cock pumped in and out through her pussy lips, causing a sucking feeling he'd never known before. It must have been because they were under water that the suction of her cunt was so strong, but, whatever the reason, he was gripping her shoulders, tearing her skin with his clawed hands, as he clutched her to himself in orgasmic ecstasy.
Her ass jerked uncontrollably then as she twisted and swiveled in the buoyant water, making tiny splashing noises and small waves that spread out for yards around her shivering body. When she came, it was with a pumping, spastic womanly release that started where Rocco's finger was deeply buried beneath her coccyx, and spread in rolling shudders into her body through her cunt sleeves, and then down her legs, up her back, across her arms, and even to the top of her head.
Shuddering, his prick impaled her as she tightened her legs around his waist and her pussy and anus throbbed in convulsions, until she was completely drained.
After her shivers ceased, he raised her to the edge of the pool, where she sat, exhausted, drying in the hot sun. Her feet dangled weak, and without strength, in the clear waters of the pool.
Rocco climbed beside her and rubbed her wet skin dry with a large towel.
They had cleaned up and gotten her hair styled before her husband wanted her in the evening. Then Rocco got a call from Joyce, who had found a pretty lady to spend the evening with. She would not be in that night.
So Rocco went downstairs to the gambling tables. He played blackjack at a table with a pretty young bride whose husband had given her some money to spend and had gone to the crap tables.
She was wearing a mandarin maxi that lifted her bustline and glittered with rhinestone trim in a triangle, the points of which were at both breasts and the center of her throat. It was slink fit in bright red and just looking at the girl inside of it turned Rocco on.
Things went well between them, and when she discovered her husband was losing and would probably stay at the craps table all night, she returned to the blackjack table. He had no alternative, when he was tired of playing, but to offer to take her to dinner. She accepted, and they caught a dinner show.
Afterwards, they went to a dance floor and danced some fast ones. Occasionally, she would press up against his solid body, and he would feel the heat baking up against his cock. He tried to hide his erection from her, but she pressed brazenly up to him. She slid her arms around his neck and looked wordlessly into his eyes. They were two birds of the same feather: both were left alone in the heart of a city built for fun.
She smiled invitingly up at him, the turned and went for her handbag. They walked through the lobby, rode up the elevator, and walked down the hall to her room. No words were spoken.
She had difficulty finding her key for a moment, and then she unlocked the door, and he followed her through the dark room. She went into his arms, and they kissed deeply. His hand came up to cup her breast beneath the sexy clinging dress. She shoved her throbbing mound onto his palm. He hugged her tightly and ran his other hand over her back, pressing her to him. She melted in his arms, and he lifted her and gently carried her to the bed.
He laid her in the soft folds of the blanket and kissed her for a long moment. She ran her fingers through his hair. She turned on one side and ran the zipper down the back of her dress. He watched while she slid the bright red garment down, revealing her own beautiful body, glistening damply with the persipiration of anxiety.
Rocco was tearing off his tie when she went up to him and undid his belt. She put her hand over his cock and felt the thick rod through his shorts. He was massaging her tits through her bra. He removed the bra, and then the panties. Then he removed his own shirt and shorts.
He followed her onto the bed and she rec-lined for him. He sank deeply onto the soft mattress beside her. His hands were exploring her skin. They explored her sides, her hips, and dug into the firm resiliency of her ass. He felt with his hands between her thighs and legs. They kissed again. Shoulders pressing tightly together, her tongue flicked between his lips.
He eagerly sucked her tongue down deep into his throat.
He mounted her, and she reached in between them to hold his cock in her hand and direct it to her gaping opening. His cock head touched her swollen lips and became embedded in the moist pocket of her cuntal opening.
He pushed forward. She lifted up to accept him. Her cunt rippled all along the length of his cock. He crushed her to the bed as he moved gently over her. His cock was warm and wet, drilling deeply, stroking the sides and top and bottom of her tunnel. Her bubbling juices had made the walls very slick. She raised her ass high, and squirmed and swiveled. Her legs started trembling and she asked, "Are you close?"
"Yes, oh, yes," he gasped.
"Then suck me. Suck me hard. Suck and suck and suck till I can't stand it any more. Suck me, you understand?" she whispered hoarsely.
He went into the position of inverted love and she lifted her ass and opened herself up wide. His cock was being gnawed by her teeth as his tongue reamed her lovely oily pussy. Her tongue laved his sensitive prick as it started discharging its contents, and his tongue was suctioned by her pulsating, throbbing pussy mouth. He felt her cunt muscles twitch in spasms as her mouth milked his cock and spasm after spasm of gism leapt from his testicles. They were exploding in a long rocket-like jerking orgasm that left him still shaking long after it subsided.
Her bubbling juices had made his mouth very slick and he savored the taste of her for a long time afterward. Subsequently, he looked for her in the casino, but the week went by so quickly, that he hardly realized the entire week had elapsed when it came time to return.
Jackie's husband still had no suspicions that Joyce and Rocco were doing more than care for her hair. He had won at the tables, he had had the pleasure of a beautiful and silent wife, who seemed to have a good time and did not bother him or nag him.
All in all, it had turned out to be a most satisfying vacation for all, everyone deriving from it what they had wanted.
With this trip, Rocco and Joyce were firmly entrenched in the Ritters' social milieu, and could be expected to be invited to all of her parties henceforth. This standing would enable Rocco to make more business contacts for his hairstyling salon, and the older society matrons would give him an air of being straight.
Joyce had made a few new friends and had a lot of lesbian partners, so that she was content to the point of almost growing. She had vowed to lose her excess twenty-five pounds and had already begun fasting in the middle of the week. For four days she had taken nothing by mouth but water, and had already lost ten pounds.
Jackie, their charming hostess, had gotten the best fucking of her life, ever, she insisted happily when inviting Joyce and Rocco to vacation with her on the yacht the following summer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At the shop, Joyce pushed Rocco into the hallway and whispered, "Have I got a tasty little girl out there! She's a new customer. See that you treat her right," she winked.
Yvonne sat in a corner of the waiting room. She was wearing a forest green minidress with tapered sleeves. It was cut low in back, the opening reaching down to the rhinestone belt. It had a high neck in front and a wide skirt that flared. She had a narrow waist but ample, functional hips with a fine, firm pair of ass cheeks. Below her pear-shaped ass were fine legs, tapered so well that it could excite a moderately horny guy to just look at them. Her tits were not gross, but comfortably large. She had deepest alert eyes, that were accentuated by a curious silver-pink lipstick that she wore. She had slender arms.
But her hair was something else!
Rocco's jaw fell as he saw her tangled shoulder-length unkempt hair that looked as thought it had been greased by a mechanic.
Even the soft, purring quality of her voice was not enough to break the horrible impression that this little girl made.
"Hello," she said. She spoke tentatively, as if she would be ready to run if necessary.
"Come inside where I can examine your problem," Rocco said without elaboration. He knew why she was coming to him, and there was no need to embarrass her by making her talk about it.
He sat her on a chair and carefully examined her scalp under a light with a large magnifying glass set in the center of a round flurescent tube. He traced a comb over her scalp, rubbing off heavy scales of skin and thick dry scales. Under the scales, the scalp was pink and weeping, and the hair follices would produce a drop of blood here and there under even the most delicate pressure of the comb.
"Can you help me?" she asked.
"I think so," he replied. "But first we have to see the rest of your body. Will you undress please?"
She looked at him, fear in her eyes.
"Now, look," he said. "If it is what I think it is, you've got it on your pussy and your skin is red between your breasts, right?"
She nodded slightly, jerkily, her eyes still riveted on his face.
"So, you see, I must examine you to determine how I will treat you. You can go elsewhere, if you wish," he shrugged.
Silently, she stood, and slipped her green dress from her shoulders. Her beige lacy panties came halfway down her thighs, and she reached back and unsnapped her bra. Her heavy breasts bounded out, and Rocco could tell by the way the nipples were beginning to protrude that she was getting rapidly excited.
He crouched with his comb and examined the tufts of her pussy hair. The same thing. The blond fuzz was infected with the same dreadful condition as her scalp.
"Can you help me?" she asked.
"It will take time. You'll have to come here every day for quite some time," Rocco said. "But Joyce can work out a reduced rate for you so that it isn't too expensive for you. There is no other way, since you have a disease known as pruritic seborrhea. It itches, and I imagine it interferes with your social life," he told her.
"You bet it does," she replied, still trying to cover herself with her hands.
"You can dress now," Rocco said, and went looking for Joyce.
"Fix up some emollient balms and lotions. We've got a lot of shampooing to do on this gal."
"She looks like she has some venereal disease!" Joyce said.
"No, nothing like that, although her pussy doesn't look very appetizing with the scabs and all. But it can be treated since it isn't caused by any infectious organism. It's just a disease of the skin that some people seem prone to get, and which they don't know how treat, so it gets worse."
"It's hard to believe that she doesn't need a doctor," Joyce said. "You sure you know what you're doing?"
"We studied these diseases in cosmetology school. No problem," Rocco said.
"Well, at least promise me you'll refer to a doctor if she doesn't start to improve after the first couple of visits."
"Okay," he agreed. "Get that stuff together so I can start."
The better part of the afternoon was spent shampooing the hair of Yvonne's scalp. Rocco cleansed the sick skin with sulfur-based soaps that burned her skin and made it tingle afterward. Bland creams and lotions were rubbed into the base of the hair then, a time-consuming process. Her scalp finished, Rocco made her expose her pussy and went through the same routine on her little V.
As he rubbed in the salves, using his expert fingers to massage the tender skin, she began breathing heavily.
"Oh, stop, I'm going to-I'm coming!" she shouted without warning. Rocco watched the girl in the throes of an orgasm that frightened him with its intensity.
She was nearly incoherent for some minutes afterward. "Oh, if you do that, I'll come every day and never miss a single appointment. I hope the treatment lasts forever!"
"I wasn't trying to do that," Rocco told her honestly.
"I know, but I'm just so horny. It's terrible trying to get someone to fuck looking like this. But they don't care about my hair, they suddenly back off when they see my scabby cunt, thinking I've got some venereal disease. I'm so horny that I come riding the bus to school in the morning."
"Well, don't you worry, Yvonne. When we're done with you, your pussy will be so succulent, everyone you meet will be drooling to eat you," Rocco laughed.
"It can't be too soon," she sighed windly. "This enforced virginity is driving me crazy. I feel so miserable." She put her head in her hands and started sobbing.
Rocco comforted her as best as he could, and let her cry herself out in his arms. For the first time in his life he felt protective towards a girl. He found himself getting turned on in spite of himself.
She excited him so much, that when she left, he corned Joyce by a wash stand. Joyce had been moving in a half daze since she started losing weight so dramatically. She was almost normal weight now, but the weight that remained bothered her because of its location.
It was easy for Rocco to grasp her and push her against the edge of the wash stand. He reached for her skirt, and pulled it up until it bunched around her hips. She was wearing a pair of black crotchless panties, and tufts of her long black pussy hair stuck out of the gauzy lace.
As he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, he pulled them down, exposing her completely, and baring her entire pubic V of black hair.
As he worked at her clothes, she was unzipping his trousers, so that when she reached her anxious hand into the open trousers, she found a stiff cock and pulled it out.
"Fuck me, Rocco!" she whispered so that the patrons in the reception room could not hear her. "Put it in hard."
Rocco spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers. His hand was sticky from the incredible oozing discharge of her excitement. Inside the lips were slimy and hot, and the ring of cuntal muscles was contracting and opening again and again, with spasmodic twitches, each contraction squirting a little bubble juice from the dark canal within her.
"Fuck me there!" she whispered hoarsely.
She was pulling his cock against the gash of her hot passion, rubbing it up and down between the parted lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned back to rest her buttocks on the edge of the sink. She let her legs leave the floor, to bring them high, tilting her musky torrid cunt vertically and offering its gift to him. She balanced on the edge of the sink to point her cunt directly at his erect cock, her thighs suspended around his hips, held high in the air around his muscular body.
Rocco looked down and saw the lips of her cunt, pink and greasy, fluttering in long waves as they coaxed his cock toward their portals.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me with your cock now!"
"I'm going to fuck you hard-" he said. His cock weaved and bounced and he had to direct it to her slit with his hand. Her cock opened and his cock disappeared into it. She held her balance against the onslaught by grabbing tightly to his neck.
They rocked back and forth, Joyce on the sink, him on his toes, swaying in and out against each other in the rhythm of sex.
Her cunt was like the throat of a volcano. Lava burned down his cock, bubbling to his balls, which were slapping against the cheeks of her ass.
"Harder," she whimpered, trying to keep her voice from being heard. "Go in deeper!"
He pulled his cock out, withdrawing it from her gaping hole. Then he drove in with all his might, as powerfully as he could. The naked shaft went up and up and up, to the very end of her cunt sleeve.
She opened her mouth to cry out and Rocco slapped his palm across her open mouth as she gurgled, "I'm coming!"
Her climax was like an explosion of a furnace, throwing heat up over his cock, dripping fire until he began to burn.
He felt the sperm rising from his balls in an explosion that coursed through his tube and mushroomed out of his prick. The sperm in his shaft was like a thermometer during an atomic attack. The first spurt of gism exploded so powerfully from his cock that Joyce recoiled from the impact. As she rocked backward on the end of the sink, her cunt greedily consumed his semen until they were both exhausted.
Joyce did not pull her panties back on, she simply lowered her skirt. "You know, Rocco, if I weren't so attracted to girls, I could be very happy with a guy like you."
"Thanks, I appreciate your saying that. It's a very fine compliment," he said, genuinely flattered.
"But watch yourself. I've seen the look in that Yvonne's eyes when she left here. She's virgin down to her toes, and if you mess with her, you may have a devil of a time getting rid of her later. Although, if you want her around, just keep giving herthe same treatment you did today."
"Never mind, from now on I'm going to send you in there to do that with a vibrator," he said.
"Okay by now," Joyce smiled. "If you won't want her, I sure would."
"Are you interested?" he asked her seriously.
"Get out of here," she swung at him playfully.
But the thought of Joyce competing with him for Yvonne's virginity occupied his attention all the following morning.
When Yvonne did come in, a half hour early for her appointment, she wore a pleated skirt, that out-lined her supple figure delightfully. It had a fitted waistband, and drawstring top to make her breasts stand out. It was a soft pink, and she looked warm and cuddly inside of it.
Seeing her this way brought back Rocco's feeling of protectiveness toward her, and he was clumsy and irritated with her when she stripped nude for him as soon as she entered the booth.
There was something erotic about her that Rocco could not direct or control. Perhaps it was her youth, or her virginity, or her naivete, he wondered. He was uncomfortable with her youthful, admiring eyes, and irritated by her personal questions about his boxing career.
She spread her legs wide for his ministrations, and he found himself becoming excited as he cleansed and salved her mons veneris.
"I'll bet no one has sucked you off in days," Yvonne said, her painted fingernails tracing down the front of her chest in between her breasts.
by way of answer, Rocco took her breasts into his palms. They were so soft and smooth.
She formed the syllable 'mmmmm' with her lips, as Rocco's fingers returned to her cuntal hair. She simply reached over and slid his zipper down, reaching in and letting his cock bound out like a stiff rod. She centered the rod and teased its crown with her lips. Rocco felt himself losing control as she slowly moved her lips down the full length of his cock. Her mouth was moist and warm as it closed over the stiff shaft.
Her hands went back into his shorts and made his balls jump and crawl. The delicate fingertips finally encased the full scrotum, her fingers moving between his balls back and forth, in an undulating sexy rhythm.
Her silvery-pink lips had left a trace of lipstick on the pulsing rod that throbbed in her lovely mouth.
He spread his legs so that she could probe his asshole better.
In one, quick thrust, she had slipped her slender finger all the way into his asshole, and he fought to quench the orgasm that rose inside him almost immediately.
She continued licking and teasing his balls with her lips, her tongue ramming under the balls and licking the asshole ream around her finger. She would lap at his glans with the tip of her tongue at frequent intervals.
With all of this sensation, Rocco was unable to restrain himself any longer. "I'm going to come!" he said between grating teeth.
"Yes, my darling, come for me. I want you to come!" she replied.
She moved even faster as she moaned and talked soothing words of hero-worship. He could feel the come rising in his tube as she started sucking like a hoover, even faster than before.
As his cock started to pump out his gism and his asshole began to contract painfully, she opened her mouth and watched as the first jet spurted into the air and fell into her open mouth. The next fell on her face, the rest falling weakly to the floor in stringy gobs. She licked him off and returned his cock to his trousers.
Days became weeks and Rocco found himself looking forward to seeing Yvonne each afternoon. Soon, her skin was healthy enough to tolerate ultra-violet treatment, and the dry pink membranes gradually became thicker and healthier.
As he worked on Yvonne's scalp, Rocco began to evolve an idea for a new hairstyle. Perfectly suited to Yvonne's face, it boasted broad waves-in an aggressive, sweeping harmony and balance.
He did it for her one Saturday morning, and so pleased was he with the visual lines of the style, that he sketched it from the front, back and side. As he did so, he once again admired the beauty of Yvonne's face, her perfect nose, round little dimpled chin and round, perfectly curved forehead. Her neck was light and feminine, and her eyes were deep and meaningful whenever her glance rested upon his face.
Into these features Rocco had blended a hairstyle with a softness that blended smoothly to create an entirely different woman than the one who had walked into his shop earlier in the month.
"Oh," she cooed as she held up the mirror, "it's simply artistic. That's all I can say. I don't know how much to thank you."
She turned her penetrating gaze full on Rocco. Indeed, he'd never been so pleased with any results he'd had before until this moment. She purred, "You should win a prize for this, really you should!"
"My prize is you. Seeing you happy and content this way is all I could ask for."
She placed her hand down on her upper thigh suggestively. "I'm still a virgin, you know. And you've made me a woman again. Would you do me the honor?"
