Even though it is an integral part of human nature, no two people interpret or respond to the sex urge in exactly the same way. For some people the basic need for sexual expression results in shame, guilt and general frustration. For the more enlightened men and women the desire for sex usually results in an opportunity to happily enjoy one of life's most precious gifts.
It is a sad fact that there are many more of the former than there are of the latter in our society today. Psychological conflicts caused by events in childhood often continue for a lifetime. This is especially true where the subject of sex is concerned. Taught that it is immoral to give way to perfectly natural sexual desires while waiting for the far-off day to experience sexual pleasures with a legal husband or wife, it shouldn't be surprising that so many young people are so sexually frustrated and so filled with feelings of shame and guilt.
The fact that the so-called authorities, both in the field of medicine and those more interested in matters of the soul or spirit, have no specific answers understood by the person of even average intelligence certainly doesn't lessen the problem.
It seems that it is left up to the individual, young and old, to just blunder along searching for a solution to what too often turns out to be an insolvable situation. Bombarded from all sides with direct and indirect messages proclaiming that sexual intercourse even in marriage was wicked and sinful except for the intentional begetting of children, many parents even in this supposedly modern civilization still pass their various sexual hang-ups along to their offspring's.
There is even a segment of our society still trying to suppress sexual information and knowledge, seemingly in the mistaken belief that ignorance is bliss. These misguided extremists seem to really believe that book-burning will destroy ideas-which is a fallacy, of course, as there have been such pleasure-hating people throughout history and the very ideas that they try to suppress go on and on long after they are gone. And so it will be with these modern would-be censors, trying to influence their fellow man by the suppression of the freedom of expression instead of by sensible education.
This is the story of one young girl's escape from the frustrations of sexual hang-ups through her own somewhat unorthodox efforts...
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sandy Simoneaux entered the living room and saw her older sister sitting on the couch with a man. They were kissing and Nadine had one hand in the man's lap. Nadine's skirt was hiked high on her full, white thighs and one of the man's hands was trying to push the skirt even higher.
Telling herself that she should return to her bedroom and stay there, Sandy couldn't seem to make her feet move. She stood just inside the doorway and watched her sister tug the man's zipper down. Then she watched, fascinated, as Nadine's hand reached in and pulled the man's penis out into the open.
Nadine wrapped her fingers around the organ and after she had pumped it a few times it was thrusting stiffly.
The man pulled his mouth from Nadine's and exclaimed, "Baby, if you don't take it easy I'll be spilling my stuff before the real action begins!"
"Don't worry about it," Nadine said with a little laugh. "I'm a very generous person, honey and I'll let you get your gun off twice."
"That's great! How about sucking me off now?"
Again Nadine laughed low in her throat. "I thought you would never ask," she said, slipping on to her knees in front of him.
Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. She didn't want to believe that her sister was actually going to suck on the erect penis. How could Nadine degrade herself like that? The man wasn't even good-looking and he had to be all of fifty! Not, Sandy thought a little wildly, that those two facts had all that much to do with what Nadine was doing.
There was a light over the couch and Sandy was standing in the shadows. Nadine was licking up and down on the jutting shaft and she had reached in and pulled out the man's hairy testicles. He had his head tossed back and one of his hands was on Nadine's head.
Sandy had a side view. She felt a strange choking sensation in her throat as she saw Nadine open her mouth wide and take in the dark red knob. How terrible, she thought, watching as Nadine began sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the thick shaft. How could her sister stoop so low as to do such a nasty thing!
"You really know how to suck a cock, Nadine! You're one of the best cocksuckers I've ever had the pleasure of encountering!"
Nadine bobbed her head faster and Sandy turned and left the room. She was sure that she would get sick to her stomach if she saw Nadine actually taking the man's sperm in her mouth. Would she swallow the stuff? Spit it out? How awful, no matter what became of the man's seed!
Disgusted by the lascivious sight that she had just witnessed, Sandy returned to her room and threw herself on the bed. She hated to admit it, but she was sexy-hot from the erotic sight that she had just seen. And she tried to shrug aside the thought that maybe she would like to try the intimate oral act someday. With a man she really loved, of course!
She felt a dampness in her crotch. She had just finished taking a bath and she hadn't bothered to put on more than a robe. She slept in the nude at home, and since her sister had given her a bedroom of her own, she had seen no reason to stop the practice.
The apartment had three bedrooms, a kitchen and a bath and the living room where Nadine was giving the middle-aged man a blow-job. Sandy turned over on her back there in the darkness. What an expression! She had heard and read that slang term for fellatio, but that was the first live hard-on she had ever seen. She had looked at pictures of cocks, soft and hard and she had also seen pictures of the various sexual acts. But it had been shocking to see her own sister actually going down on a man. And that was certainly an appropriate term!
Well, Nadine was twenty-three, her own boss and she had been in New Orleans for five years. She must make a lot of money at that insurance agency she worked for. Maybe she picked up extra money from men like the one in the living room right then, Sandy thought, immediately sorry for having such a low opinion of her older sister.
After all, Nadine had helped her get through high school and had always sent money to their parents, too. Mama and Papa were good people, but they were both uneducated and just a little on the shiftless side. Papa fished and trapped, but they both liked their beer and they believed in living for the day and not worrying about tomorrow.
They had been proud when she graduated from high school, though. They wanted her to go to college on Nadine's money, too. Nadine had taken it all right when she had said that she just didn't have the brains for college, though. She had just managed to get through high school. But she hadn't wanted to stay in the little bayou town and live out her days as a fisherman's wife.
She was only eighteen and she wanted to see some of the world before settling down. She had tried to explain that to Stan Aucoin; just as she tried to explain to him why she wanted to keep her cherry until she was married. She had necked with him and had even felt his hard penis through his pants when he had tugged on her hand, but she had never even let him put his fingers in her crotch.
He'd called her old-fashioned, a prude and a silly girl afraid to really live, but she hadn't let him fuck her. He'd used that word once and she'd slapped his face. He'd been telling her how he'd done that to other girls and that he just might marry her if she'd give him a sample. She knew that he wanted to marry her. He just hadn't asked her or her papa because he knew she would refuse. Papa and Mama wanted her to marry Stan. She'd been playing with him since she could remember and his parents were good people, too. But he was satisfied just to fish and trap and he also liked his beer a little too much.
She guessed she was a little old-fashioned and prudish. She knew that most of the girls she had gone to school with had been having sex for years. And she was just a little afraid. She got all jittery every time she thought about giving it a try with Stan. Besides, once a maidenhead was gone, that was it and she was just romantic enough to want to give that gift to some unknown man she hoped to marry someday.
Sandy sighed. It was possible that the man might be Stan though. She thought a lot of him, that was for sure and he had been very patient with her through the years. He had even told her that he would be waiting for her when she got tired of the big city.
That had been yesterday morning when he had been at the bus station to see her off. It seemed like longer ago than that. She had called Nadine and told her that she was coming. Her sister had met her at the New Orleans bus station and they had gone to a nice restaurant in the French Quarter the night before.
Since it had been Sunday, they had gone sightseeing during the day and she had enjoyed riding on the sight-seeing bus. They had also taken a cruise for that purpose on a big boat on the Mississippi River. Tonight she had cooked the evening meal in the kitchen Nadine seldom used. They had talked about the fun they had had during the day and now Nadine was in the living room performing fellatio on an unattractive man.
Realizing that she had been rubbing and tweaking her erect nipples, Sandy dropped her hands to her sides. The robe had parted all the way down the front and she was very conscious of her nakedness. She ran her hands over her flat belly and then on down to her rounded thighs. Should she? No! She hadn't locked the door and Nadine just might come in and catch her. Besides, it was a nasty habit to give herself pleasure with her own fingers. No matter if some so-called authorities claimed that masturbation was perfectly natural and permissible.
Sandy swung from the big and comfortable bed. Maybe Nadine had taken her date or whoever to a bedroom and she could get a magazine or a book to read. But even as she moved silently from the bedroom, Sandy was honest enough to admit to herself that she really only wanted to see what Nadine and the man were doing.
At least fifteen minutes had passed. There wasn't anybody in the living room and Sandy felt a sharp stab of disappointment. She forgot all about reading and tiptoed on her bare feet along the hallway, even though the luxurious apartment had wall-to-wall carpeting.
Both of the other bedroom doors were closed. Sandy listened outside the one Nadine had slept in the night before and heard nothing. She went to the next door and listened. She heard faint sounds and wished that there was a keyhole. She hesitated, her heart pounding and then placed her hand on the doorknob. She felt guilty and even a little disgusted with herself, but she couldn't seem to keep from slowly turning the knob and just as slowly pushing the door inward.
The bed was positioned so that she had a good view after cracking the door open about four inches. The overhead light was on and Nadine and the man were on the bed. They were both naked and Nadine was on her back, long legs widespread, with the man's face buried in her crotch.
Nadine was clutching the man's head with her hands and squirming her buttocks against the mattress. She was also breathing loudly with her mouth open and Sandy knew that her sister was on the very brink of an orgasm. Suddenly Nadine began to buck and lurch her body and roll her head back and forth on the pillow.
Her knees so weak she had to hold onto the door for support, Sandy felt as if she might have a climax without even being touched. She continued to stare as her lovely sister made little whimpering sounds and then went limp.
The man lifted his face and crawled up until his poking penis was aimed right at Nadine's pussy. Sandy could see the moisture glistening on the short black pubic hairs and on the puffy cuntal lips. Then Nadine's fingers were on the swollen shaft, guiding and the stiff organ was plunged all the way in.
Sandy was surprised to find that she saw a strange kind of beauty in the act of intercourse. The way the two naked bodies moved together so rhythmically was a lovely sight, really and she thought that maybe she should have let Stan Aucoin do it to her. He was young and handsome and she almost wished that he was with her right then.
Knowing what she had to do, afraid that she would be seen or heard, Sandy slowly and carefully closed the door. Then she inserted a finger into her already moist and slippery cunt and began stimulating her stiffened clitoris. She slipped to the thick and soft carpet on her back and wriggled her ass and hunched along with her stroking finger.
She had a blissful release within a few seconds, one hand clamped over her mouth to smother possible sounds of passion. When she was still, except for little twitching movements about her buried finger, the usual feeling of shame after the solitary act swept through her. She quickly removed her finger, got to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.
Making very little noise, even though she knew the screwing couple couldn't hear her, Sandy washed her hands and her crotch. Then she went to her bedroom, slipped out of the robe and crawled under the sheet. She stared into the darkness for what seemed hours, trying to make her mind blank, but seeing the erotic scenes she had witnessed over and over.
She was still awake when Nadine entered the bedroom and turned on the light. She blinked her eyes, pretending that she had been asleep and looked at her pretty and beautifully stacked sister.
"In bed so early, honey? I thought we could have a little talk."
Sandy decided that it would be better to bring everything out into the open. "I haven't been asleep, Nadine. After my bath I went to the living room. You hadn't taken your-your friend to the bedroom yet."
Nadine stared for a moment, then laughed and sat down on the side of the bed. "That's what I wanted to talk about, Sandy. And that wasn't exactly a friend. He was a stranger until tonight, actually and he paid me for my time and services."
"I'm not sure that I understand. Are you a-a whore?"
"I prefer to be called a call girl, Sandy. Or a prostitute. Whore sounds so vulgar, somehow and I'm not ashamed of how I make my living."
"Well, I'm ashamed for you!"
"Don't get so huffy, baby! The money I've earned in the past five years helped put you through school and buy your clothes!"
"I've told you that I want to go to work and pay you back!"
"We're almost shouting," Nadine said, smiling. "Let's just keep cool and calm, honey and remember that we're loving sisters. Just how much did you see?"
"Too much. I saw you take his-his thing in your mouth and then I peeked into the bedroom and saw him eating you. I closed the door after you made it and he started banging you."
Nadine remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "I guess it's really better that it worked out this way. Maybe I even had a hunch that you would see what you saw and make it easier for me to break the news to you."
"You've never worked for the insurance agency?" Sandy asked, hoping that their parents would never find out how Nadine made her money.
"I worked for an agency for a few weeks. Until I wised up. I've always been as hot as hell and I started putting out to the boss during my first week on the job. He came on with the promise of marriage crap, but I never told him that I didn't like him that well. Actually, I'm afraid that being married would bore the hell out of me. Anyway, I found out that the boss was already married and I used that as an excuse to quit him and the job."
"How did you happen to become a call girl?"
"Just lucky, I guess! No kidding, I do enjoy the racket and you'd be surprised as to just how much money I have deposited in various banks. I meet all kinds of big shots, too and hustlers aren't looked down upon so much these days. Anyhow, I was lucky enough to meet a girl who was kind enough to steer me right and teach me the tricks of the trade. Are you really all that disgusted with me, honey?"
"I don't know how I feel," Sandy said. "Just kind of numb, I guess. It's your business as to what you do, of course and after five years you must like the-the work or you would quit."
"I have to have plenty of sex and I might as well get paid for it. How about you? Are you anything like me, honey? Do you crave sex most of the time and just have to have a hard cock or a stiff tongue regularly?"
"I'm a virgin," Sandy said, averting her eyes, wondering why she didn't feel all that proud of the fact. Had she been stupid all this time? Nadine seemed happy enough and her sister had undoubtedly been having sex even before leaving home.
After a short silence, Nadine said, "I don't suppose I'm really surprised, honey. You were a strange kid even before I left home. You were always bashful and shy, I mean and that probably has a lot to do with your backwardness when it comes to sex. Well, I never had any sexual hang-ups, baby and I would like to help you get over yours."
"What do you mean, Nadine? Just how do you want to help me?"
"By talking, for one thing," Nadine said, her dark eyes serious. "There's no reason for being ashamed of the needs and the demands of your body. And there's no sensible reason for not taking care of those needs and demands. You eat when you're hungry, don't you? And drink when you're thirsty? Why the hell not have sex when you're passionate?"
"I guess I mostly wanted to save myself for a future husband," Sandy said. "Is that so strange?"
"I think that you have just been afraid and have used that for an excuse to keep your cherry, baby! Besides, men sure as hell don't do without fucking before they get married! This is a new age, honey. Most females have been liberated sexually as well as otherwise and it's time you started to become emancipated. What did you do while watching the action tonight? Or did you wait until afterward?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend to be that innocent, Sandy. Or ignorant. Do you just finger-fuck yourself to a climax? Or do you use some other object? Hell, I've used cucumbers, bananas and broomsticks." Nadine laughed. "As well as many other things!"
Sandy couldn't keep from laughing. Her older sister seemed so happily uninhibited it might be a good idea to try and get some of that happiness to rub off on her, she thought.
"That's better, Sandy. You should laugh more often. You have a beautiful face, really and when you smile or laugh it's even more beautiful."
Sandy had always been embarrassed when complimented on her face or figure. She didn't meet Nadine's eyes. "I've only used my fingers," she said, "Like I did tonight. But I've always felt ashamed and guilty afterward."
"You must just stimulate your clit if you still have your hymen."
"I still have it," Sandy said, rapidly losing her embarrassment. After all, Nadine was her sister and it was almost like talking to a mother. Except that Mama had always pretended such things as sex and cunts and cocks and maidenheads didn't exist. "I have felt the membrane with my fingers, I mean and it's still intact."
"Mine was broken or ruptured by a stiff prick when I was twelve. Or was it eleven? Anyhow, I feel sorry for you for still having yours at eighteen. I'll be right back, honey."
Nadine had gotten to her feet while speaking and Sandy watched as her sister hurried from the bedroom. Nadine was wearing a thin robe and looking at the swaying hips and jiggling buttocks, Sandy could understand why men would pay. How much did Nadine get, she wondered. Not that she would want to make money like that!
Nadine soon returned with a gadget Sandy had seen advertised in magazines. It was a cordless electric massager in the shape of a penis. The ads stated that it would stimulate circulation and give fast relief from tension in all parts of the body, but Sandy was sure that they were mostly used to penetrate and ease the tension in vaginas. She had never had the nerve to order one, afraid that her parents would see it in the mail.
Nadine had removed her robe. Her big titties swayed slightly as she walked and Sandy knew that her own twin mounds were almost as big. And just as firm. It was easy to tell that they were sisters, really, even if their features weren't the same. They both had black hair and eyes and their bodies were about the same shape. Her skin was darker than Nadine's very white flesh and Nadine was a little taller, but they both had short and black curly pubic hair.
"Move over, Sandy. I'm going to show you a much better way than diddling yourself with your fingers."
While speaking, Nadine had advanced to the side of the bed and stripped the sheet off Sandy and the bed. Sandy moved to the far side of the bed and watched as her sister stretched out on the other side. She heard the faint buzz as the battery-operated vibrator was turned on and she told herself that Nadine was even more wanton and wicked than she thought.
Because, with a faint smile flicking about her full lips and with her black eyes gleaming brightly, Nadine had started running the penis-shaped massager around over her own thrusting breasts. The nipples jumped to attention immediately and Sandy felt her own nipples become erect just from watching.
"This feels just about as good as a tongue darting here and there," Nadine said. "I don't suppose you've ever had a tongue on your titties, though. Or had your nipples sucked."
Sandy had turned over on her side, facing Nadine and propped on an elbow. "No, I haven't," she said. "Do you think it's right that we-well, that we're together like this?"
"What's wrong with it? I'm just teaching you a few things that you should have learned by experimenting long before you ever came to the big city."
Sandy couldn't see that being in the city had anything to do with it, but she didn't say anything. Nadine had started moving the amazingly life-like gadget lower on her body and Sandy wasn't sure that she should stay and see what was turning out to be an exhibition.
"I've also performed in a few locally made erotic movies," Nadine said, seeming to read Sandy's mind. "They used to be called stag films and were only shown privately, but now they rate them X and show them in movie houses. They show the works, too. Fucking and sucking with as many as five or six couples involved. Oh, that feels so good!"
Nadine had spread her legs wide and was running the tip of the massager around over her inner thighs and up and down her glistening cuntal lips.
"You can use creams or oils on this lovely artificial pecker, baby, but my juices flow so easily I can start right out with it dry. Personally, I like to turn the thing off until I get it in and then I turn on with it!"
Nadine slowly shoved the massager into her pussy. It was seven or eight inches long and just about all of it had been engulfed when she stopped pushing.
"Now for the way-out thrills, Sandy. When I turn it on, I mean. You had better not go in this deep, though. Just make contact with your clit when you use it. Unless you want it to get your cherry, of course!"
"I think this is terrible, Nadine! I think you are terrible and should be ashamed of yourself!"
"You'll get used to my swinging ways, honey. In fact, it won't be long before something like this will seem very mild to you. Here goes!"
The massager began vibrating and Nadine's ass did a wild little dance. She moaned and cried out that she was cumming. She lurched and bucked, jerked and jolted and suddenly yanked the artificial cock from her vagina.
"Enough of that is really enough," she said breathlessly. "Do you want me to leave while you try it, baby? Just don't go too deep.
"I didn't say that I was going to try it!"
Nadine smiled and swung from the bed, holding the penis-shaped massager in one hand. "I'll wash it and leave it in the bathroom, honey. I'm going to bed and you don't have to worry about me peeking. Hell, you're so damned lovely I'm not sure that I could trust myself to watch!"
Sandy thought that the last was a strange thing for her sister to say, but it passed right out of her mind. She was very sexy-hot and already looking forward to being alone with the vibrating prong.
"Just one bit of advice before I leave you," Nadine said, waving the wetly glistening gadget at Sandy. "Don't get so excited that you break your hymen. I just might be able to get you as much as five hundred bucks for that useless piece of skin."
Nadine winked and hurried from the bedroom. Sandy closed her eyes, telling herself that no part of her body was for sale at any price. She didn't have enough money to move and she wasn't ready to go back home, but just as soon as she found a job she would leave her whoring sister for good.
Sandy also told herself that she would go to sleep without trying the fascinating massager. But after about fifteen minutes she went to the bathroom and found it in the medicine cabinet over the wash basin. It had been cleaned, but she washed it again before taking it back to the bed, telling herself that it wouldn't do any harm to experiment a little bit.
She turned the light off and trailed the vibrator around over her upper body. The tingling sensation in her titties and erect nipples felt wonderful. She turned the battery off and inserted just enough of the massager to make contact with her stiffened clitoris. When she turned the gadget back on and the vibrations started, she thought she was going to cry out because the pleasure was so intense. She clamped her upper teeth down over her full lower lip and vibrated herself through a series of blissful orgasms, rested for a few minutes and then did it again.
Then, deciding that if she didn't stop she would stimulate herself silly, she walked on weak legs to the bathroom, washed the pleasure-giving instrument, put it back where she had found it and hoped that Nadine hadn't heard the little gasps and moans she had failed to suppress.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning Nadine cooked breakfast before calling Sandy and acted as if nothing unusual had happened. Sandy didn't bring up either subject-the massager, or the sex she had seen Nadine having with the man-and after she had voluntarily washed the dishes she said that she was going to look for a job.
Nadine wished her luck cheerfully enough and for the next three days Sandy did look for a job. She filled out applications at offices, small factories and restaurants. She had several strikes against her right from the start. She had no experience in any kind of work, she wasn't a local citizen and the limited labor market was flooded with youngsters just out of school, either having just graduated or on summer vacation.
She was very discouraged by the third afternoon and applied for a job at a cocktail lounge, a type of work she really hadn't wanted to do. When she was turned down there because of a lack of experience, she felt like taking the next bus back home.
"How do people expect me to get experience?" she asked Nadine that evening. "Nobody will give me a chance, I mean and I just wasted my time filling out all of those applications. I guess I might as well go home."
"And marry a fisherman and live happily ever after?"
"I can't just keep on living off you, Nadine."
They were in the living room and not really paying any attention to the television program that was on. Nadine got up and turned the set off. "You aren't experienced in my line of work, but I have a few clients or customers where that would be an advantage."
Sandy wasn't really surprised by the words. She had even had a few thoughts on the subject, always deciding that she didn't want the name Nadine would be saddled with for the rest of her life.
When Sandy didn't say anything, Nadine sat back down on the couch beside her and said, "You haven't destroyed that useless membrane with the artificial cock, have you, honey?"
"I haven't used it! Not since the night you embarrassed me with it, anyhow!"
There was a knock at the door. Nadine smiled, patted Sandy's knee and got to her feet. "This isn't a paying guest, baby. It's just a very good friend I want you to meet."
They hadn't talked all that much about Nadine's freely chosen profession, but Sandy had found out that her sister didn't entertain men in the apartment very often. Most of her sister's illegal affairs were carried on elsewhere because the authorities wouldn't tolerate a regular whorehouse-and also, according to Nadine, she had to know the right people to operate as she did.
Sandy wondered if the very good friend knew about the prostitution the moment she saw him. Because he was about twenty-five and one of the best looking men she had ever seen. He was almost too handsome, really and he resembled a famous movie star Sandy had daydreamed about many times.
Nadine introduced him only as Fred and Sandy liked his friendly smile and everything else about him right away. She felt that just given half a chance she could really go for him in a big way. Until after she had tried with some success to carry on her share of the three-way conversation that Nadine suddenly announced that she had worked with Fred in erotic films.
There was a long silence, during which Sandy felt her face flushing and then Nadine suggested that they all have a drink or two. Fred said that sounded like a great idea and Sandy was even more uncomfortable when she was left alone with the handsome young man.
"Your lovely sister's a great person," Fred said. "She's one gal who knows where she's at, that's for sure and you might not understand it now, but she's really trying to help you for your own good."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"She didn't tell you why she invited me here tonight?"
"No," Sandy said, meeting Fred's dark blue eyes. "Why don't you tell me the reason?"
"Maybe I had better let Nadine handle things," Fred said. "Maybe I talked out of turn. You're really a very beautiful girl, Sandy."
Sandy knew that she was blushing again and it made her angry with herself. She started to thank him for the compliment, but Nadine returned from the kitchen at that very moment and she remained silent. She wasn't even sure that she should drink anything. She could handle beer, even though she didn't drink much because she didn't like the taste, but the few times she'd had hard liquor she had gotten sexy-hot and fingered herself like crazy at the first opportunity. Once she had almost let Stan Aucoin go too far when she'd had two or three drinks at a dance and they had parked and necked on the way home.
"Just enough liquor to make one relax without deadening one's senses is what I recommend," Nadine said, looking at Sandy and putting the tray containing three highballs on the cocktail table.
Handing Sandy one of the cold glasses, Nadine sat down beside Sandy on the couch. Fred was sitting on the other side of Sandy and as the three of them sipped their drinks, Nadine asked Sandy if she was willing to try an experiment.
"What kind of an experiment?" Sandy asked, bracing herself for just about any kind of an answer from her sister.
"I want you to come to the bedroom with us and watch while Fred and I enjoy sex. You won't be touched, you may even leave your clothes on and it just might help you get rid of your stupid and unhealthy inhibitions."
"What if I don't go with you?" Sandy asked, knowing that she would probably go no matter what Nadine said.
Nadine finished her drink. "Then you can just sit here and be sorry that you didn't accept my offer, honey. Or sneak down the hall later and peek. Come on, Fred. Just thinking about your big cock and remembering how you can use it has my juices flowing."
Fred finished his drink and left with Nadine without another word being spoken. Sandy gulped her drink down and followed, thinking that she might as well watch the exhibition from the beginning. Because she already knew herself well enough to know that she would go peek sooner or later.
The overhead light was already on in the bedroom Nadine used for her business activities. Sandy sat down on a straight-back chair near the bed and watched Nadine and Fred get undressed, glad that they seemingly intended to pretend that she wasn't even there.
She had already seen Nadine's lush body and found that her own compared favorably, so most of her attention was directed toward Fred. That young man's body was muscular and almost hairless and she thought it went well with his handsome features. He was a beautiful hunk of male flesh, really and she couldn't keep from feeling a little envious because Nadine was going to bed with him. Until his big penis lengthened out into a jutting erection. The huge thing had to be all of nine inches long, she thought. It was quite frightening and she was glad that she wasn't in Nadine's place.
As soon as they were naked, Nadine and Fred got on the bed without a glance at Sandy. Nadine got on her back and Fred suspended himself over her. They kissed and Sandy could tell that they were using their tongues. Fred's mouth then went to Nadine's poking breasts, each in turn, while his hands roamed around over her squirming body.
Soon Fred trailed lower, kissing and darting his tongue here and there, while his hands went right on down and caressed Nadine's rounded hips and thighs. He jabbed his tongue around and in Nadine's navel and then skirted around her fur-lined pussy. She parted her legs and he began licking her inner thighs.
Grabbing her behind the knees, he pushed until her thighs were touching her titties. Then he proceeded to give her a tongue bath while she moaned and held her legs so that he could get at her better. His tongue didn't miss anything. He even licked around and in the tiny anus before finally going to the glistening cuntal lips.
He licked the split a few times and then slithered his tongue in between the puffy lips. Nadine's knees lowered and she grabbed his head with both hands.
"That's it, lover! Tongue my clit! Suck it! Mmmmm, that's wonderful! Now turn around so that I can get my mouth and tongue on your big beauty!"
Fred walked around on his knees until he could straddle Nadine's head. She grabbed the poking prick and took the knob into her mouth with one swift movement. Fred's head bobbed faster and she took more and more of his huge cock into her mouth and throat.
Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. How could Nadine take so much of the hard flesh without choking to death! But her sister was taking just about all of the long shaft and sucking greedily, while caressing and squeezing the heavy-hanging testicles.
Fred suddenly lifted his head. "We had better get on with the main event, Nadine!"
Nadine let Fred pull his huge cock from her mouth. It glistened with her saliva. He twisted around and got his knees between her parted legs. Her ass was still wriggling against the mattress. She stopped moving and guided his swollen organ with one hand. He lowered into her and she moaned with pleasure. He made a few in and almost out thrusts and her ass began wriggling again. He lowered his muscular chest down against her thrusting titties and mashed his wet mouth to hers.
Sandy fleetingly wondered how that would taste. She felt her own vagina tingling and twitching and involuntarily squirmed her buttocks against the chair. But she successfully fought off the urge to shove a finger or two into her own steaming snatch. That would make her just as wicked as her wanton, voluptuous sister.
Fred and Nadine broke what Sandy could tell was a tongue-lashing kiss and he buried his face beside Nadine's head. They moved together in the age-old fucking rhythm and Sandy just knew that soon she would be creaming her own panties. She thought again how strangely beautiful the movements of sexual intercourse were and then Nadine was crying out that she was cumming.
Fred pumped faster and Nadine opened her mouth, rolled her blazing, black eyes ceiling ward and started gasping hard and fast. Fred lifted until he was braced on his hands and arms and really poured it to her. Nadine hunched along with each mighty thrust until her entire body suddenly went tense. She then expelled her breath noisily and looked over at Sandy.
"Go ahead and play with yourself if you want to, honey. We'll understand."
Sandy stopped squirming her ass against the chair. At first she couldn't find her voice to speak, then she said, "I think one exhibitionist in the family is enough, Nadine. One too many, really and that goes for whore, too!"
"You can't hurt my feelings," Nadine said cheerfully. "I know damn well that you're secretly wishing that you could let yourself go like I can. Well, here's your chance, baby. Fred's lovely cock is still hard and he's good for fifteen or twenty more minutes of fast fucking. Right, lover?"
"Yes, but I thought you wanted her to save her cherry for later. You know damned well that I won't pay even though I'm sure she would be a wonderful piece of ass."
"I'm not all that mercenary," Nadine said, laughing. "Besides, the money would go to Sandy. How about it, honey? Do you want to forget the money and get fucked by Fred right now?"
"No! I mean, I'm not selling myself to anybody and I don't want to be..."
Sandy let her words trail off, ashamed because she had almost spoken the four-letter word and even more ashamed because she did want to be fucked by Fred.
"Let's get on with this," Fred said. "I want to pop my nuts before I leave and I have a tough day tomorrow. I have to service a rich old dame while her husband looks on."
"Let's fuck dog-fashion," Nadine said. "You had better watch this, Sandy. All the positions are very important if you want to keep a future husband happy and satisfied."
Sandy had gotten to her feet, anxious to go where she could be alone so that she could relieve herself. She decided to watch a little longer and sat back down.
Fred withdrew and settled back on his haunches while Nadine got on her hands and knees. She didn't reach back to do the guiding. He put the blunt end of his big wet cock between her parted pussy lips and shoved. She surged back to take all of the rigid shaft and then hunched along with his slow strokes.
Sandy watched, still fascinated, as well as giddy from her own passion, while Fred and Nadine fucked dog-fashion for about five minutes. Again Nadine announced that she was going to have an orgasm. Fred quickened the tempo of his thrusts and put one hand around and under and cupped her crotch.
"That's right!" Nadine exclaimed. "Finger my clit and really slam that big beauty to me!"
Sandy assumed that Fred did finger her sister's clitoris and she could see that he was really slamming his big prong to the whore who was now fucking only for pleasure. She could also see her sister's passion-contorted features and the pleasure he was experiencing also registered on Fred's handsome face.
Fred stopped pumping when Nadine stopped hunching and told her that he knew one sure way he could get his nuts off. Nadine told him to fuck her to and through another climax and then she would let him stick her in the ass.
Sandy had again been about ready to leave. She hadn't stood up yet, but she didn't think she could take much more of the erotic display. She had thought of the massager in the bathroom and could almost feel it vibrating in her hungry cunt. She decided to wait and see the act of sodomy. It didn't seem possible that Fred could get his giant organ in the tiny opening he had previously licked and jabbed with his tongue.
After a few minutes Nadine stopped moving with Fred's thrusts and told him that she was ready to be corn-holed. "It won't hurt so much if I'm already right on the brink of cumming," she added. "Which I am!"
He pulled his cock out and Sandy leaned forward for a closer view. His cock was very wet from Nadine's juices. He spread her ass-cheeks and placed the head of his cock against the tiny, puckered opening.
"Brace yourself, Nadine."
"Give it to me, lover, Give me some good ass-fucking."
Fred pushed his cock and the big knob slipped into Nadine's ass-hole. Sandy saw her sister wince and tense as the cockhead entered. Then Nadine cried out as the entire length of the long and thick rod was shoved all the way in. She didn't want that ever done to her, Sandy thought, amazed when her sister began answering the thrusts Fred started.
"I'm just about there," Fred said after a minute or so, snaking a hand under Nadine's belly and inserting a finger into her cunt.
"Any time," Nadine said, arching her hips even higher and lowering the side of her face to the mattress. She caught Sandy's eye, smiled and winked. "It really doesn't hurt now, honey. It feels wonderful to be fucked in the so-called wrong hole, too. I feel his cock expanding and there it goes! Oh, awwwwwwww."
Fred fucked furiously for a few seconds and then slumped down over Nadine's rump and back. They rested for a few seconds and Sandy felt just a little tired herself. She had creamed her panties at about the time Fred started speeding his thrusts into Nadine's rectum.
Fred pulled out and flopped over on his back. Nadine pulled a towel from the headboard and handed it to him. Sandy turned her head as he began wiping his limber cock. She felt ashamed of herself for watching the exhibition and shame for them for putting it on.
"What do you have to say now, Sandy? Do you think maybe we've helped you get over your sexual hang-ups just a little bit?"
Sandy met her sister's dark eyes. "I think by watching I have made myself just as depraved as you, Nadine."
Nadine sighed and swung from the bed. "Remember what I said about some females needing moral degradation to liberate them so that they can enjoy themselves sexually, Fred? Well, I think we're going to have to take more drastic steps with my dear sister."
Seeing that Fred's penis was lifting into another erection, afraid that Nadine's words had to do with rape, Sandy jumped up and ran for the door. But Nadine caught her by the arm and seconds later Fred was holding her around the waist, his stiff shaft poking against her behind.
"Fred isn't going to fuck you, Sandy. He's just going to tongue your twat. You'll still have your damn cherry. Unless you've already broken it with your fingers or the vibrator."
Sandy stopped struggling and let them take her clothes off. She knew that fighting was useless, that her strength was no match for Fred's and she sensed that Nadine was telling the truth about Fred not shoving his big cock into her. But, despite the fact that she admitted to herself that she wanted to feel his tongue in her pussy, she felt that she just had to make a threat.
"I'm warning both of you! If that big thing's stuck in me at any place I'm going to the police!"
By then she was completely naked and they were leading her to the bed. Fred patted her ass playfully and said, "You're a living doll, Sandy, but I have access to many girls just as beautiful and they're all willing and eager to take my cock in any way, just like your beautiful sister. Meaning, of course, that I won't fuck you or try and put my dick in your mouth, but if I get in trouble for my part in this, I'll find a way to make both you and Nadine sorry."
He hadn't raised his voice, but Sandy knew that he was very serious. She felt Nadine's fingers digging into her upper arm and felt her sister's warm breath near her ear. "I don't like threats, honey and if you make any more I just might blister your lovely ass. Now get on that bed and shut up before I punish you by telling Fred not to lap your cunt."
Sandy got on the bed. She knew that she would never go to the police, no matter what and she knew that Nadine sensed that truth. She was also so sexy-hot from being so close to the two naked bodies that she would have made little more than a token protest had Fred started to fuck her. Or shoved his poking prick at her mouth. Because for a brief moment she had a wild desire to taste the hard flesh.
Nadine stood beside the bed while Fred kneeled between Sandy's legs. Fred put his hands behind Sandy's knees, spread her legs wide and then pushed until her thighs were touching her throbbing titties. She had never felt more helplessly exposed in her life.
But when he lowered his opened mouth to her pussy, nothing really seemed to matter except the wondrous sensations she was experiencing. He licked the already moist lips and then jabbed his tongue deep. She couldn't keep from hunching to meet the hot and slippery oral instrument and then she gasped as his tongue went to her sensitive clitoris. He lapped that erect passion-button and then got his lips around it. Lapping and sucking furiously, he brought her to a shuddering orgasm in a matter of seconds. She gripped his head during her blissful spasms and cried out with pleasure.
He pulled his mouth from her twitching clit and juicy cunt, but he began licking and kissing her inner thighs and the thrilling pleasure continued for her. He licked around her ass-hole and then tried to insert his tongue. She cried out again at that incredible sensation and she was sorry when he stopped the jabbing. She saw Nadine climb onto the foot of the bed.
She couldn't see, but she knew when Nadine took Fred's cock into her mouth. Because he let out a little gasp and mashed his mouth against her quivering cunt again. She had felt the juices oozing from her slit and now his tongue went at her pussy like some oral vacuum cleaner. She twisted about, tossing from side to side and he began swabbing the walls of her cunt with his tongue.
He pulled her legs down and she clamped her thighs against his face. His cheeks were smoothly shaven. He reached up and grabbed her spiked titties as his lips and tongue again went to her clit. Lapping and sucking the bump of tingling flesh, he sent her soaring through another spasmodic release.
Sandy went limp, feeling drained and weak from his greedy sucking and she heard the slurping sounds Nadine's mouth was making on Fred's cock. She met his eyes and he smiled and winked. "You could at least say that you enjoyed what I did for you."
The same feelings of shame and guilt she had always experienced after masturbating had already swept over Sandy, even though she was still trembling from the ecstasy of her orgasms.
She closed her eyes. "You know that I enjoyed it, but it was wrong for you to do that to me."
She heard Fred chuckle and then say, "You have a very stubborn sister, Nadine. I don't even want to lap her cunt anymore, so if you're tired of sucking my dong I'll haul ass out of here."
Fred moved, seemingly without waiting for Nadine to stop sucking and Sandy opened her eyes as he swung from the bed, his huge cock glistening and swaying from side to side. Nadine was still on her back, but she quickly rolled over and scrambled off the bed.
"You aren't going anywhere until I make you shoot off in my mouth," Nadine said, dropping to her knees before Fred and grabbing his poking prick. "I want my stubborn sister to watch and be jealous, jealous!"
"You may take a turn if you like," Fred said, looking at Sandy. "If you want to give it a try I promise not to cum in your mouth."
"Oh, I can't take any more of this madness!" Sandy exclaimed, scrambling off the bed and running from the bedroom and the sight of her sister greedily sucking the enormous cock.
CHAPTER THREE
In her own bedroom, Sandy closed the door, climbed into bed and pulled the sheet over her. Immediately her thoughts went to the torrid action still going on between Nadine and Fred. But she felt so relaxed and drowsy, despite everything that had happened to make her ashamed, that she drifted off to sleep in less than a minute.
Waking up the next morning and remembering what had transpired the evening before, Sandy's brain spun with erotic thoughts. Then, as she felt her own juices mixed with the young man's saliva dried between her legs, she was filled with self-disgust. She could at least have washed after allowing the wicked act to be performed upon her. Because she hadn't really resisted all that much, and her face flamed as she admitted to herself that she probably wouldn't have resisted very much no matter what Fred had done with his big, beautiful cock. Beautiful? Yes! Nadine had been right to call Fred's penis a big beauty!
Hurrying to the bathroom, Sandy drew a hot tub of water, lathered herself good and then soaked for about ten minutes. When she began to get aroused, from her thoughts and the hot, soapy water, she got out of the tub and took a cold shower in the stall.
The cold spray didn't do all that much good about cooling her passion, but she didn't masturbate. She dried quickly, then went to her bedroom and dressed in brief panties, white shorts and a white halter.
She found a note from Nadine on the kitchen table. In a few words it informed her that her call girl sister had gone out on an early morning appointment. Assignation would have been the more correct term to use, Sandy thought, seeing a small box near the note. Curious, she opened the box and found that it contained oral contraceptives.
She knew that Nadine had left the pills there for her and she told herself that she wouldn't start taking them. She wasn't going to have intercourse with Fred or with any other man. But what if Fred had raped her? Maybe the next man Nadine brought around wouldn't be satisfied to just use his tongue. Telling herself that it was always better to be safe than sorry, Sandy took one of the pills and then prepared herself a breakfast of ham and eggs.
Nadine returned shortly before noon, loaded down with packages. She was cheerful and acted as if nothing had happened the night before. She had. a complete new outfit for Sandy. Dress, undergarments, stockings, shoes and handbag. Sandy had been trying to read a paperback book and Nadine insisted that she try the new clothes on right there in the living room.
Sandy had noticed before that Nadine had a keen interest in her body, but she hadn't thought much about it, mainly because she'd also had a natural curiosity about Nadine's charms. But now, as she was stripping out of the shorts and halter, something about her sister's glowing eyes made her nervous. When she straightened after stepping out of the brief panties, she was reminded of the way Fred had stared at her.
Nadine seemed to sense Sandy's thoughts, because she smiled and said, "I was just trying to look upon your body as a man might, honey. The old jerk I was with this morning might have shot his wad sooner if he could have just seen you the way you look now. I had one hell of a time making him climax."
"I guess you earn your money," Sandy said.
"Oh, I'm not complaining! I love my profession, I mean and I didn't mind laboring so that the fellow could get his jollies. He isn't all that old, really. Just jaded. He couldn't keep a hard-on while fucking so I had to give him an all the way blow-job. I sucked until my jaws ached and I finally thought about a vibrator I had seen in his bathroom. One like the one we have. Anyhow, I sucked like crazy and stuck the artificial cock up his ass just at the right time to make him blast off."
"Do you have to talk so nasty, Nadine!"
Nadine frowned. "I don't have to do a damned thing," she said without raising her voice. "I didn't have to sent you money all those years, I don't have to let you live here with me and I didn't have to buy that new outfit for you. With some of the money I just earned by sucking a cock, by the way."
"Maybe you had better take the outfit back," Sandy said. "I'm tired of living off you, Nadine and since I want to pay you back someday..."
"I'm not asking you to pay me back anything." Nadine cut in. "I just want you to grow up and realize what kind of a world you're living in." She walked up close and gently tweaked one of Sandy's nipples. "And sex isn't nasty, honey. Nor is talk about sex. You had a good time last night, I know and I want you to admit it right now."
Sandy averted her eyes. Her nipple had gotten stiff and a tingling sensation had darted down to her loins. "Just because I had a good time doesn't mean that what happened was right, Nadine."
"Right! Wrong! Shit! Why label everything? If it felt good it was right, baby! Now put your new clothes on before I do or say something that will really shock you!"
Sandy got dressed without another word. Nadine was always calling her baby and she guessed that just about described her. She would have to grow up and stop being so wishy-washy, she thought, doubting that Nadine could really shock her again.
Nadine sat on the couch and didn't say anything until Sandy was dressed. Then she said, "You look lovely, honey. Simply ravishing. Since you're all dolled up and I'm still dressed, let's go out to lunch. I'll take you to the French Quarter."
"That sounds like fun," Sandy said, glad they had gotten off the subject of sex.
Nadine didn't own a car. She used cabs and rented a car on the rare occasions when she went out of the city. They took a cab to one of the best restaurants in the Quarter and Sandy enjoyed herself very much. She liked the food and also liked being stared at by many men and women.
"I told you that you looked ravishing," Nadine said as they left the restaurant and she flagged down a cruising cab. "People have been practically eating you up with their eyes, honey."
Sandy blushed. "They've been looking at you, too."
"Yes and I love it just as you do!"
When they were in the cab, Nadine gave an address other than theirs. Sandy asked where they were going, but Nadine didn't say anything and Sandy didn't press for an answer. She spent most of her time averting her eyes from those of the young cab driver in the rear view mirror. She also kept trying to tug her short dress down from where it kept hiking up on her thighs.
The driver stopped in front of a large apartment building. They got out and Sandy saw that Nadine gave a generous tip. After the cab had pulled away, Nadine took Sandy's arm and led her into the small lobby.
Nadine started to push the button over one of the mailboxes and then dropped her arm. "I was going to take you up to meet this couple without giving you the facts, Sandy, but I find that I can't do it. Mainly, I suppose, because I'm afraid you might make a scene and these people have been-well, we've been friends for about three years."
"Friends or customers, Nadine?"
"Both," Nadine said. "Look, baby, this is your chance to pay me back if you think you owe me anything. Not that I'm saying that you do, you understand."
"What would I have to do?"
"You wouldn't have to do anything, baby. We'll just talk and kind of let things happen. You'll like them both and if you want to leave we will."
"That's a promise?"
"Yes, baby, that's a promise."
"All right, I'll go, but I'm not a baby!"
Nadine smiled and pushed the button. "That's just a term of endearment, Sandy. You're all woman, that's for sure, but you're the kind that has to be led and maybe pushed a little."
A buzzer sounded and the door clicked. Nadine pushed the door open and motioned for Sandy to enter the long hallway. They then entered a nearby self-service elevator and Nadine pushed a button.
"They're very rich, Sandy. They have the entire top floor. Five hundred dollars doesn't mean as much to them as five bucks does to you. Or maybe five cents."
"That's the price you asked for me? Five hundred dollars?"
"We didn't discuss money on the phone. I just told them about you and they were interested. Don't worry, honey, you don't have to sacrifice your useless piece of skin with these people. If his cock gets hard enough for him to fuck I'll take him on."
"What does she do? I'm assuming that it's a couple consisting of a male and a female."
"Your assumption's correct and she-likes to watch. Among other things. He's a cunt-lapper from the word go and as I asked him on the phone, just how many virgin cunts can one find over the age of eleven or twelve these days?"
"I don't think I can go through with this, Nadine! I thought I could, but now I'm afraid!"
The elevator had stopped and the door had opened. "I'll be right with you, honey. You liked what Fred did to you and it'll just be more of the same. Come on!"
Nadine took Sandy's hand and pulled her from the elevator. Sandy, reminding herself that a gun hadn't been placed at her head to make her come up to the ritzy apartment, forced a smile as a door opened across the way and an attractive woman stood there and smiled at her.
"This is Sandy, Marcia."
Sandy nodded and the attractive woman said, "Come in, my dears, come in!"
They followed her into the huge room and sat down when she motioned toward a couch. "Howard's taking a bath. Could I get you a drink, Nadine? Sandy?"
"A highball might help relax us both," Nadine said. "Sandy's a little nervous and I'll admit that I'm just a little apprehensive."
"I can imagine," Marcia said, walking over to a well-stocked bar. "Just how much have you told Sandy, Nadine?"
"Only that your husband-likes to eat pussy and that you like to watch. I thought it would be better to just drift along and let things happen."
Marcia was mixing drinks. She turned from the bar and looked at Sandy. "I have the feeling that you don't approve of your sister's profession, Sandy."
"As long as she-likes it, I guess it's all right with me."
Marcia smiled. "You didn't answer my question, but it doesn't make any difference. I mostly wanted to hear your voice. You have a very pleasant voice, my dear and I think you're a very beautiful young girl. Would you like to try and guess my age?"
In her mind, Sandy had been trying to do just that. Marcia was a tall blonde and her short dress revealed long golden legs. She had a very pretty face and bright blue eyes. Her breasts appeared to be quite small and she had a very graceful way of walking. She looked to be in her late twenties, but because of the way she had asked the question, Sandy was sure that she was older.
"Tell her what you think," Nadine prompted as Marcia brought them each a highball.
"Thirty? Thirty-two?"
Marcia laughed softly. "Thank you, my dear! I'll soon be forty-five!"
"That's difficult to believe," Sandy said. "But I don't think you would lie about your age in that direction. What's your secret?"
Marcia had gone after her drink. She returned and sat down beside Nadine. "I watch my diet, take a lot of exercise and get plenty of sex. Plus, I usually try and have a young husband to help out with the latter."
"Along with people like me," Nadine said.
"Howard's my fourth husband," Marcia said. "I've been married to him for five years. He's twenty-nine now. Most people think that he married me only because I have money. That might be part of the reason he stays with me, but we really do love each other. Besides, I try and keep him happy in all the ways I can."
"Again with people like me," Nadine said.
There was a short silence, then Marcia said, "Since we have finished our drinks, shall we go join Howard? And let's not discuss rates, Nadine. Anything reasonable will be all right with me."
Marcia had gotten to her feet while speaking. Nadine put her glass on the cocktail table and stood up. Sandy felt that she could use another drink, as the one hadn't quite calmed her nerves, but she got rid of her glass and managed to stand on her weak and slightly trembling legs. She felt somewhat as she always had when called into a dentist's office from the waiting room.
Nadine and Marcia didn't look back and Sandy followed them across the huge room and into a hallway. The third door on the right was open. Marcia and Nadine entered and Sandy stopped in the doorway. She was dazzled by what she saw. The room was almost completely covered with mirrors. On three sides of the room, mirrors extended from the carpet to the ceiling. And over the huge bed, right in and part of the ceiling, there was another large mirror.
Entering, glancing around, seeing her many reflections and the reflections of Nadine and Marcia, Sandy had the impression she was in a room full of women.
"Just imagine the exciting sights when there's action on the big bed with the many reflections from the many directions," Nadine said.
"It must be very exciting," Sandy said, glad the words came out strong and clear. She was far from being as sophisticated as her sister and Marcia, but she didn't want to behave and sound too much like a country bumpkin. "When does the action start?"
Nadine and Marcia both laughed and Marcia said, "I think you're going to do just fine, Sandy. As for the action..."
Marcia's words trailed off as the other door in the room opened and a man walked in. He was naked and was drying his shoulders with a large towel. He stopped, stared and then chuckled.
"I didn't know our guests had arrived, Marcia. Hello, Nadine. You're looking as lovely as ever. And you must be Sandy. You're also lovely and I'm happy that you decided to visit us."
"This naked man is Howard, my darling husband," Marcia said. "Shall we get on with what we are here for, my dears? I'm already steaming hot just contemplating the wonderful pleasure in store for all of us."
Howard had made no attempt to hide his genitals. His balls were heavy hanging, but his soft cock didn't look very impressive to Sandy. He saw Sandy looking and said with a smile, "It will expand into six and one half inches of hard, throbbing flesh and muscle under the right circumstances and also under the right circumstances it will stay that way for a long, long time."
"Howard has something of an inferiority complex where the size of his prick is concerned," Marcia said. "I've told him time after time that a whanger doesn't have to be enormous to be satisfying. Hell, a woman can adjust her pussy to just about anything. I don't like the overly large cocks, myself. Aside from getting a bang out of seeing and handling them, of course. One time in Trinidad I saw a black cock that measured just a fraction under thirteen inches! Do you think I would want something like that jammed in my cunt or up my ass! Hell, no! Have you ever been fucked by a Black man, Nadine?"
"No," Nadine said. "Aren't you going to get undressed, Sandy?"
"Let Sandy take her time," Howard said, walking over and sitting down on the side of the huge bed. He placed the towel beside him, took his soft cock in one hand and watched as his wife and Nadine finished removing their clothes. "I understand that you are still a virgin, Sandy."
Sandy could see that Marcia's body was remarkably well-preserved. She wasn't surprised when the naked woman put her arm around Nadine's naked waist and the two lovely females moved over and sat down on the bed, with Nadine next to Howard.
"Everybody seems to think that I should be ashamed of my virginity," Sandy said. She looked at Nadine. "Or should I say near-virginity?"
"Technically you're a virgin as long as your maidenhead's intact," Nadine said, pushing her chest out as the husband and wife began fondling her big breasts.
"There's nothing shameful about anything having to do with sex," Marcia said. "If you would rather keep on being fucked by a tongue instead of by a cock you needn't be ashamed, honey. Hell, I enjoy a good lapping just as much as I do a good fucking."
"I think your blunt language is turning Sandy off instead of turning her on," Howard said. "Let's all use our mouths for something other than talking. like this..."
The good-looking man leaned over and took the nipple and a goodly portion of Nadine's nearest breast into his mouth. Marcia leaned over and began greedily sucking on Nadine's other jutting mound. Sandy sank down onto a nearby chair and watched with ever-growing excitement as Howard and Marcia lavished their attentions upon Nadine. She had heard about females sexing it up with other females, but she had never expected to see such a thing. She found it strangely fascinating and she wasn't surprised to see Nadine start fondling the older woman's shapely body.
Soon, without a word being exchanged, the three moved until they were near the center of the giant bed. Now and then Sandy glanced around at the many reflections of the naked bodies, but most of the time she kept her eyes focused upon the real thing. And before long she was almost wishing that she had accepted the invitation to remove her clothes.
Nadine remained in the middle, on her back, while Howard and Marcia continued to suck on her thrusting titties for all of five minutes. The husband and wife team also caressed Nadine's squirming body. Nadine's hands weren't idle. She fondled Marcia's small breasts and played with Howard's cock and balls. His prick was erect by then and Sandy figured that he would be burying the stiff shaft into Nadine's pussy at just any moment.
But many more minutes passed before that happened. He trailed down and delved his tongue into Nadine's twat and Marcia moved her mouth to Nadine's mouth. Sandy saw that Nadine was returning the passionate kiss while wriggling under Howard's probing tongue. Sandy was fleetingly surprised that the sight of the female lips mashing together didn't fill her with disgust.
As soon as Howard lifted his face from Nadine's crotch and Sandy was sure that Nadine had climaxed, he patted his wife's uplifted ass and began licking his way back up across Nadine's trembling belly. Marcia pulled her mouth from Nadine's and scooted down on the bed until her mouth was near her husband's. She licked at his wet lips and they kissed passionately.
Marcia then went on down and mashed her mouth against Nadine's glistening gash and Nadine clamped her thighs against the blonde woman's cheeks. Howard tongued Nadine's spiked titties for a few seconds and then began kissing her mouth. But the passionate kissing didn't last long. He pulled away and moved until he had a knee on each side of Nadine's head. She removed one hand from Marcia's bobbing head and brought it up and grasped the base of Howard's hard cock. He lowered and she tugged until she could encompass the swollen knob with her mouth.
Howard began lurching and pushing his stiff cock deep into Nadine's mouth and throat. She placed both hands on his buttocks and Sandy could see that her sister kept sucking the best she could while being fucked in the mouth. Nadine also kept on wriggling and hunching along with Marcia's intimate oral actions and Sandy saw that the older woman had started fingering her own cunt.
Nadine bucked and lurched through another orgasm. Marcia lifted her face and got on her back beside Nadine. Howard looked around, saw where his wife was, pulled his cock from Nadine's mouth and quickly walked backward on his hands and knees. He gave Nadine's cunt a quick lick with his tongue and then suspended himself over his wife's blonde triangle. She lifted her ass inches from the mattress and he parted the short blonde hairs with his fingers. He licked her cuntal lips a few times and then positioned himself for on-top intercourse.
That surprised Sandy. She thought he would shove his rigid rod into Nadine's snatch. But after putting his cock in his wife and very obviously pronging her to and through a series of spasms, Howard pulled out and got between Nadine's widely parted legs. As soon as his wet organ was buried in Nadine's cunt, they began to fuck like crazy.
Marcia lifted and plastered herself on her husband's back. He kept right on humping and Nadine kept on meeting each mighty thrust. Soon, however, Howard slowed down and said that he couldn't make it yet. Marcia told him to rest and just let his pecker soak.
"We're in no hurry," Nadine said. "I'm sure that Sandy's enjoying the show and I don't have another appointment until this evening."
Howard had stopped his in and almost out movements. Marcia got off his back and began kissing and licking around on his buttocks, Nadine looked over at Sandy and smiled. Sandy forced a smile and got to her feet. She felt that she should leave. She was afraid that if she remained she would be forever lost. Because a couple of times she'd had to fight the strong urge to shuck out of her clothes and hurl herself into the heated action.
"Don't try to leave," Nadine said. "I promised that you wouldn't lose your cherry if you didn't want to lose it, but if you don't do as I say I'll have Howard fuck you from all directions. Sit down or take your clothes off and join us."
Sandy sat back down. Her sister's words sounded like double-talk, but she didn't really want to leave. She even fleetingly wished that Nadine would demand that she strip and join them.
"I'm not all that far from blasting off now," Howard announced. "Working on my cock with your snapping snatch is just about to do the trick, Nadine."
Howard started pumping again and Nadine resumed her outer movements. Marcia got in a position where she could kiss Nadine on the mouth. Howard and Nadine began moving together faster and faster and Sandy could feel her own passion on the verge of boiling over.
As Howard jerked and jolted and shot his sperm into Nadine, Sandy squirmed her ass against the hard chair and creamed her panties.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sandy settled back in the chair, glad that the trio had been too busy in their passionate pleasure-seeking to notice that she had climaxed without being touched. Howard removed his limber cock from Nadine's clinging pussy and got on his back, his head near Nadine's. Sandy wasn't surprised when Marcia went down and cleaned Howard's wet organ with her mouth and tongue.
But Sandy wasn't prepared for what happened next. The blonde lifted from her husband's soft prick, got between Nadine's legs and delved her tongue into Nadine's sperm-filled vagina. Watching as the lovely woman buried her face in Nadine's crotch and hearing the loud slurping sounds, Sandy wondered if there was anything the lustful, sex-driven trio wouldn't do.
"Marcia is really a very conservative person," Howard said, sitting upright. He chuckled. "She doesn't like to waste anything, I mean and now Nadine won't have to take time out to go to the bathroom."
Realizing that the words had been addressed to her, Sandy met the horny husband's gleaming eyes. "I feel as if I were having a nightmare," she said. "I keep thinking that I will wake up at any moment and find that I've been having a crazy dream."
"My wife and I don't force anybody to cater to our desires, Sandy. That's the main reason we usually pay for having our somewhat off-beat whims satisfied. In other words, you're free to leave at any time and if you really feel this is like a nightmare, I suggest that you wait in another room."
Nadine had been hunching her ass and hips along with Marcia's oral greediness. She kept right on moving and said, "My lovely sister doesn't want to leave. Sandy isn't an overgrown baby any longer and she had a chance to change her mind before going this far. Right, Sandy?"
Sandy had been meeting her sister's dark, passion-filmed eyes. Before she could answer and admit that Nadine had spoken at least part of the truth-as she probably was behaving like an overgrown baby-Marcia lifted her head, licked her wet lips and smiled at Sandy.
"Maybe you would like for Nadine to wait in another room, honey. Maybe you're just embarrassed because your sister is here. In fact, it might be better if we both left you with my husband."
"No." Sandy said, sure that she would be even more frightened if Nadine left. "Give me a little more time, I mean and I'm sure I'll be able to do what Nadine wants me to do."
"You aren't going to get away with that," Nadine said. "You aren't going to shift all of the blame for everything over on me, Sandy."
"Don't you two beauties get into an argument," Howard said. "This is no time for that kind of foolishness." He lowered until he was flat on his back again and clasped his hands behind his head. "Take your time, Sandy. There's no big hurry that I can see. In fact, I couldn't do anything about changing your status quo or whatever now if you wanted me to."
"I guess Sandy's too basically prudish to ever make it in my profession," Nadine said. "I just thought it was time for her to learn to accept the sexual pleasures in life as a right and not just a privilege to be enjoyed with a husband she expects to have someday. Hell, it might be years before she gets married and it seems so damn sad for a single person to depend upon masturbation."
"It is sad," Marcia said. "I still resent the fact that I was taught when a youngster that all sexual pleasures were somehow evil and wicked. I was eighteen before I had my first sexual experience with a partner. The man was a friend of my father's. It wasn't exactly rape, but he did use a degree of force that I secretly welcomed."
The blonde laughed. "But I didn't mean to go into a case history of my sexual awakening!" She sobered. "I will say, though, that if I had ever been blessed with a daughter, I would have seen to it that she didn't waste as many years as I did. The same goes for a son, of course. Why should anybody be deprived of such an important part of the gift of life?"
"Moralizing hypocrites could give you many reasons," Howard said. "Stupid reasons, of course, but that's to be expected from such people."
"Tell Sandy how lucky you were," Nadine said.
"I happened to be the youngest of four children," Howard said. "The lucky part was that I had three very sexy older sisters. They were all eagerly willing to teach me all there was to know about sex. In a practical way, I mean and I think I learned my lessons well."
"I didn't have any brothers or sisters," Marcia said. "Incest has always been a fascinating subject to me, though and I can listen for hours while Howard tells about the exciting sexual experiences with his sisters."
"You aren't going to hear me do all that much talking about anything now," Howard said. "Not while I'm in a room with three beautiful females."
Sandy knew that the talk was for her benefit, an attempt to put her more at ease, but the subject matter had made her even more nervous. She hoped Nadine wasn't getting any crazy ideas. Sex between sisters would be even worse than Howard having sex with his sisters.
After a long silence, with all eyes on Sandy, Nadine said, "Let me show Sandy just how freewheeling I am where all forms of sex are concerned, Marcia. Maybe that will help her crawl out of her shell and her clothes."
Marcia stretched out on her back and Nadine turned over and began sucking on the blonde's nearest perky breast. Sandy had been expecting such a move from Nadine. She knew that a female in her sister's racket had to be willing to perform just about any kind of a sex act whether she enjoyed it or not. That was another reason she didn't want to become a whore, Sandy thought, watching as Nadine lifted and began sucking on Marcia's other small, firm-looking breast.
Straddling Marcia's slowly squirming body, Nadine walked backward on her knees, kissing and tonguing her way down to the blonde crotch. Marcia parted her long legs, Nadine got between them, propped on her elbows and parted the short, blonde pubic hairs with her thumbs. She looked at Sandy, winked, then buried her face.
Marcia lurched upward, grabbed Nadine's head and entangled her fingers in Nadine's black hair. Nadine slipped her hands around and under and grasped Marcia's wriggling ass.
"Would you mind telling me what I can expect, Sandy? I'll admit that I'm getting a little impatient with you."
Sandy pulled her eyes from her sister's bobbing head. Howard was sitting upright again. Meeting his eyes, she slowly got to her feet, deciding that she had been behaving in a childish manner far too long. After all, she had agreed to visit the couple with Nadine and she didn't think they would force her to do anything.
Maybe Howard would be satisfied to just go down on her. His penis was still soft, despite the intimate oral act they were witnessing and she had always thought that lesbianism was exciting to males. She had read that somewhere, anyhow. It was to her, that was for sure and she wouldn't resist if his wife touched her.
Sandy had been removing her clothes with trembling fingers, unable to keep from enjoying the admiration in Howard's eyes. Marcia had her eyes closed, obviously thrilling to an orgasm under Nadine's lavish attentions and the reflections in the many mirrors soon included Sandy's total nakedness.
"Come here," Howard said. "There's plenty of room on this big bed, you know."
"How lovely you are, my dear! Your body is just as gorgeous as Nadine's!"
Marcia had lifted her upper body and Nadine had lifted her head. Looking at the cunt juices glistening on Nadine's lips, realizing that it hadn't been just a job for pay to her sexy sister, Sandy walked around to the foot of the huge bed, telling herself that she would raise all kinds of hell if Nadine touched her.
Climbing onto the bed, walking on her hands and knees until she was beside Howard, Sandy got on her back. Seeing her reflection in the mirror overhead, along with the reflections of the other three naked bodies, Sandy closed her eyes. It was too late to turn back, she thought. If Howard could get his penis hard, she would let him put it in. She just hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much when what Nadine had called a worthless piece of skin was punctured by Howard's penetrating cock.
Sandy felt Howard's hand caressing her thrusting breasts, brushing lightly over her stiffened nipples, then slipping down and rubbing around and around on her trembling belly. She felt his warm breath on her left breast. His tongue flicked against the erect tip a few times, causing the familiar electric-like shock waves to ripple down along her feverish body to her loins. His warm, wet lips encircled the elongated nipple, sucked and drew the hard tip and some of the surrounding firm flesh into his hot mouth.
Thrilling to the delightful sensation, Sandy felt a movement on the bed, felt smooth fingers on her right thigh and opened her eyes just long enough to see that it was Marcia joining Howard. She felt the blonde's tongue flicking against her erect nipple, then the hot mouth engulfing a goodly portion of the spiked mound. The female lips were softer and smoother and just a little more greedy.
The wonderful sensation of having both of her throbbing titties sucked and tongued at the same time soon had Sandy squirming her buttocks against the mattress. Hands were also roaming all over her body, caressing and fondling and she opened her eyes when smooth fingers stroked her moist cuntal lips. She was relieved to see that Nadine was still on the far side of the bed.
"It feels great, doesn't it, Sandy? To have both your titties sucked at the same time?"
Sandy didn't say anything. Her sister already knew the answer and a finger she knew belonged to Marcia had slipped into Sandy's quivering pussy. The blonde didn't probe very deep, however and she didn't go to Sandy's clitoris. When Sandy hunched upward the finger was removed and Marcia pulled her mouth and tongue from Sandy's thrusting, throbbing breast.
"I just have to taste you, darling!"
Sandy met the blonde's blazing eyes. She was so sexy-hot she didn't care which member of the husband and wife team tasted her twat. She just wanted a tongue shoved into her steaming snatch. Marcia was soon down between Sandy's legs doing just that, while Howard continued to feast upon one of her tingling titties. Sandy lurched upward as the hot and slippery tongue slithered into her clinging cunt. But Marcia's hot oral instrument only probed deep a few times, swabbed Sandy's clitoris.
"Your turn, dear husband!"
Howard's mouth and tongue left Sandy's spiked breast and his darting tongue traced a wet path down along her flushed body, while Marcia's darting tongue traced an equally wet path all the way down one of Sandy's legs to her ankle. Howard's tongue snaked between Sandy's pussy lips, causing her to gasp and lurch upward again, but he didn't go to her clit, either.
After swabbing the walls of her pulsing cunt, he pulled his tongue out and licked down along Sandy's other leg. As Marcia and Howard kissed, then began licking their way up her trembling legs, Sandy knew that the only reason she hadn't climaxed was because she had spasmed while sitting on the chair.
Sandy glanced over at Nadine, saw the smile on her sister's face and realized that she had cupped and was kneading her own hard-nippled breasts. She didn't bother to stop; nor did she try to stop the undulating movements of her hips and ass. After all, she thought, it was a little late to be shameful or modest in front of her hot-ass, whoring sister.
"Are you ready to be fucked, Sandy?"
"Yes, damn you, yes!" Sandy blurted, meeting Nadine's dark, gleaming eyes, not caring that she was also whoring, not giving a damn at the moment for anything except satisfying the passion that seemed to be raging like a wild beast throughout her entire being.
Marcia planted a wet kiss on Sandy's quivering gash and got back out of the way. Howard quickly positioned himself and his stiffly thrusting cock between Sandy's parted legs. He snuggled in close, one hand holding onto his erect prick and swiped the hard and velvety-smooth crown up and down Sandy's gaping cuntal lips.
"There shouldn't be much pain, Sandy. I'll just slip the head in and then you can let me know when you're ready. Usually there isn't even much blood and don't worry if you don't enjoy it right away. After you adjust to being plugged and to the idea of being plugged for the first time, it should start feeling damned good. But, as I said, don't think there is anything wrong if it doesn't. Sometimes it takes two or three or even more sessions before..."
"For Christ's sake, Howard! Start fucking before you talk yourself right out of a virgin-fresh piece of ass!"
Howard chuckled. "Keep your cool, Marcia. Sandy has waited all of her life for this moment and I want her prepared mentally for what could be a traumatic experience. Here goes, honey. I'm just going to ease the head in."
Sandy couldn't keep from flinching as Howard applied pressure with his rigid cock. But the knob slipped in easily enough and she felt a dreadful moment of panic as it flashed through her feverish mind that she was actually selling to a stranger what she had always wanted to give to a lover in marriage.
Howard didn't push his cockhead in any further and he removed his fingers from the base of his shaft and put his hand on the mattress near Sandy's side in the same position his other hand was in on her other side. She felt his arms touching her body and his eyes were kind when he asked, "Are you ready?"
Sandy nodded and gritted her teeth. Howard pushed in until the blunt end of his cock made contact with her hymen. Then, gritting his teeth, he made a hard, quick thrust. There was only a sharp, tingling moment of pain as the stiff organ plowed through the thin blocking membrane.
Howard's momentum carried his hard cock right on in until he was balls deep. Sandy saw the surprise registering in his eyes because the penetration had been so easy. She was pleased and thought how much time she had wasted worrying about being hurt. She was also disappointed. It felt good to finally have a cock buried in her cunt, but so far she could feel nothing all that great about it.
After a few seconds Howard slowly pulled his cock almost out, then just as slowly pushed it all the way in again. Sandy, seeing his ass in the ceiling mirror and Marcia and Nadine staring, obviously waiting for her to say something-or maybe to start hunching through an orgasm-almost laughed. God, what a letdown!
"How do you feel, Sandy?"
Sandy looked at her sister. "To tell you the truth, I don't feel much of anything. Physically there's little more than a numbness, mentally there's more than a little sadness and a hell of a lot of shame."
"That sounds like a lot of feeling to me," Nadine said. "The wrong kinds, I know, but I also know that the numbness will soon turn into the most glorious feelings you have ever experienced. As for the sadness and the shame, those mental feelings will work themselves out after you begin to feel the physical joy of fucking."
Marcia laughed. "What a speech just to say that the lovely young girl hasn't gotten adjusted either physically or mentally to' having a cock in her cunt for the first time!"
Howard had left his hard cock buried and a pleasant glow had started to replace the numbness in Sandy's vagina, Grinning and saying that there had been too damn much talking and thinking, Howard lowered his broad and almost hairless chest onto Sandy's thrusting titties and slipped his hands down to her flaring hips.
He began making slow in and almost out thrusts, his stiff cock sliding easily and a pleasurable sensation began to spread throughout Sandy's body. His fingers gripped her hips more firmly, he buried his face next to hers and as he continued his slow strokes the pleasure increased for Sandy. She even started to enjoy watching his humping ass in the overhead mirror.
Soon Howard raised his head and mashed his mouth to Sandy's mouth. Her lips had already been parted and his tongue jabbed past her teeth and deep into her mouth. He quickened the tempo of his thrusts, riding high and making contact with her clitoris and she began rotating her buttocks and hunching along with his powerful strokes. She also began returning his tongue-probing kiss.
He suddenly pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and they both gasped for breath. She had put her arms around his neck. The wonderful sensations caused by his pistoning prick made her forget shame, sadness and guilt. She felt that she might cum at any moment and bit at her lower lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
She felt a muscle deep in her heated cunt begin to contract. He began to fuck her with faster thrusts and she matched the new pace. She suddenly felt every muscle in her clinging cunt go taut in one great convulsive contraction and clamp down on Howard's hard cock. Her nipples were poking into Howard's chest and they felt stiff and swollen enough to burst.
Her hands had been clutching at his back and shoulders. She slipped them down to his tense buttocks and she wriggled her own ass wildly as she felt herself beginning to melt. She dug her fingers into his firm ass-cheeks and he slipped his hands around and under and grasped her buttocks. He pronged her faster and she cried out as she exploded into the most intense climax she had ever had. The wondrous pleasure lasted and lasted and Howard kept right on pumping his stiff cock until she had sagged limply.
"Don't tell me you didn't like that, Sandy!"
Sandy didn't look at her sister. She didn't even open her eyes. She had closed them while thrilling to the delightful orgasm. Howard had again buried his face beside hers, his breathing loud in her ear and she was glad he hadn't ejaculated. His hard cock felt wonderful there in her quivering pussy and she hoped that he would soon start fucking her again. She was still very passionate and she wanted to feel his sperm shooting into her steaming snatch.
Howard lifted his upper body, braced on his hands and arms and Sandy met his passion-glazed eyes. "You were lucky, Sandy. Your hymen was very thin, I mean and I'll bet you don't feel any soreness at all."
Sandy didn't feel any soreness, but she didn't say anything. She wished that Nadine and Marcia weren't there staring at her. She was so sexy-hot she knew that there wasn't anything she wouldn't try if the slightest pressure was applied, either physically or verbally and she also knew that afterward she would be sorry. It was abnormal enough for Marcia to go down on her. She would really be abnormal if she did it to the blondeand to have any kind of sexual relations with her own sister really would be the depths of degradation.
"Are you going to be able to cum, honey?"
Howard looked around at his wife. "Are you kidding! I'm fighting for control in this hot, tight pussy right now!"
Marcia laughed. "Hold off long enough to give the young beauty another good fuck, Howard. And spread your legs enough for me to do what I love to do!"
"Don't forget that Sandy was a virgin," Howard told his wife. "I don't think there was much blood, but you had better take that into consideration before you do what you love to do."
"I love to do many things," Marcia said, laughing again. "I'll just tongue your bunghole and hope that I'll get a chance to lick your pumping prick and her pretty pussy lips at some other time. Go, dear husband, go! Pour the meat to the darling ex-virgin!"
Howard began to fuck Sandy again and she moved along with his deep thrusts. Marcia got down behind her husband. Just before Howard glued his mouth to hers, Sandy saw the reflection of Marcia spreading his ass-cheeks and burying her face in the crack. Sandy dimly wondered how the wanton wife could hold onto the humping ass, then forgot everything except the wondrous sensations that were again surging throughout her entire body.
Soon Sandy was well on her way toward another spasmodic orgasm. She wrapped her arms around Howard's neck, returned his tongue-lashing kiss, dug her heels into the mattress and met him thrust for thrust. There was nothing in the world except the ecstasy she was experiencing.
Howard suddenly pulled his mouth and tongue from Sandy's and loudly announced that he was just about to blast off. He began pumping even faster and Sandy matched the new pace, rushing toward her own climax, all of her senses seeming to be centered in her clasping cunt and his pistoning prick.
She felt his cock jerking, seeming to expand even more and then felt hot jets of semen spurting and flooding her cunt. The spasming cock exploding its hot jism triggered her into a blissful orgasm and she bucked and bounced her ass and clawed at his back with her fingers.
They stopped moving at the same time and the sperm soothed Sandy's tender tissues. Howard lifted his face from beside hers, smiled, kissed her lightly on the forehead and told her that he had enjoyed himself very much. She returned the smile, but only let her eyes tell him that she had also enjoyed herself.
Marcia had moved from between their legs. She got a towel from under the mattress and handed it to Howard. Sandy saw that Nadine had swung from the bed and was walking toward the bathroom. Howard withdrew his limp organ, wiped it and shoved the towel between Sandy's legs. Marcia got of the bed and also went to the bathroom.
Holding the towel firmly in place, Sandy sat up and scooted her ass across the bed until she could get her feet on the soft, thick carpet. Howard remained on the bed, on his back and Sandy felt very awkward walking to the bathroom with the towel clutched between her thighs.
She didn't like the reflections in the many mirrors, but most of all she didn't like what she had become. It was bad enough to lose her virginity to a man she didn't love, it was really depraved to be paid for it. Well, she thought, she would just tell Nadine to keep the money and jam it deep.
Nadine and Marcia had drawn a tub of water. Smiling, they started to help Sandy into the tub. She tossed the towel aside, noticed there hadn't been much blood and told them she wasn't an invalid. Her tone was sharp and they dropped their hands to their sides.
"Don't be bitter," Marcia said. "Just think about the pleasure you had and can have from now on, dear."
"Let's leave the big baby and let her soak by herself," Nadine said, frowning. "Maybe she will also soak some of the silly stubbornness out of her beautiful head."
Nadine and Marcia left and Sandy stepped into the tub of hot water. She did soak for a few minutes before standing again and working up a soapy lather on her body. She paid particular attention to her crotch, probing with her fingers, glad there wasn't any soreness, thinking the stories she had heard about a lot of pain being involved when losing one's virginity had really been misleading in her case. She felt that she could take a lot more pronging right away and she had always thought there had to be a certain amount of time for recuperation after the first fucking session.
Sinking back down into the water, she rinsed the soap off, then got out of the tub. There was a handy towel and while she was drying, Howard entered the bathroom, his soft cock and heavy balls dangling. He just smiled and stepped into the shower stall.
Sandy drained and cleansed the tub, hesitated, then left the bathroom. She had thought about speaking to Howard, maybe telling him that she appreciated the way he had been so considerate when he hadn't really had to, but she had decided not to say anything. He had gotten what he had paid for, or was going to pay for and she might as well keep things strictly on a business basis.
Nadine and Marcia were on the bed, turned end for end, locked tightly together in what Sandy knew was the erotic embrace called a sixty-nine. Telling herself that she wouldn't have anything to do with lesbian activities, Sandy quickly gathered up her clothes and hurried from the mirrored room.
In the huge living room, Sandy hesitated again, not sure whether or not she should get dressed. She didn't want to make Nadine too angry, or knock her out of the fee and she really wouldn't mind having another session with Howard. It was too late to change anything and she might as well go ahead and enjoy herself..
Seeing Howard entering the room, still drying himself with a large towel. Sandy tossed her clothes on a nearby chair. She returned his smile, walked over to a couch, sat down and crossed her legs.
Howard draped the towel over his shoulder and walked over to the bar. "I think I could use a drink, Sandy. How about you?"
"Yes," Sandy said. "I think a highball would really hit the spot. Not that I drink very much."
Preparing the drinks, Howard chuckled, then said, "You haven't been doing much of anything very much, have you, Sandy? Are you ashamed because of what happened?"
"Shouldn't I be? After all, I just turned my first trick as a whore, didn't I? I read that expression somewhere, but I never had the slightest idea that it would ever apply to me. Just a short time ago I would have sworn that my sister wasn't a prostitute. Or a call girl, as she prefers to call herself and now I find myself in the same racket."
Howard brought the drinks over, handed Sandy one and sat down a couple of feet from her. He put the towel beside him on the couch, they sipped in silence and Sandy wondered if the good-looking man meant to have sex with her again. He didn't have a hard-on and he wasn't behaving as if he even had sex on his mind, so maybe he just wanted to keep her company while waiting for Nadine and Marcia to get their fill of gay sex.
"You shouldn't condemn your sister for doing what she wants to do, Sandy. She's happy and that's all that really matters, isn't it?"
"That's no reason for her to try and hook me in on what she calls her profession."
"I didn't see her twisting your arms," Howard said. "How did she talk you into coming here?"
"I talked myself into it, I guess. I wanted to pay back some of the money she has given me over the years. Besides, she called me a baby and I wanted to prove that I'm not."
"You did that all right," Howard said. "In a physical way, anyhow. Someday, in a truly enlightened society, whoring will be a respected and respectful profession, Sandy. Women capable of adjusting mentally to all the talents involved and required serve a very useful and necessary purpose and need. As do men in the profession of satisfying the sexual desires of women, of course. I've had a great deal of experience along those lines."
"I'm not sure that I understand what you mean."
"Before I married Marcia, I worked for an escort service," Howard said. "About ninety percent of the women wanted sex. That's how I met Marcia. On a date through the escort outfit, I mean."
"She said you love each other," Sandy said.
"We do, Sandy. There are many kinds of love, you know. You're still young enough to believe in the romance stuff and I'm not knocking it, but to me love is when two people understand each other completely, enjoy being with each other and want each other to be happy. That includes sexual happiness, as so many married couples seem to forget and just because my wife happens to be bisexual, why should I try and cut her off from sex with other women?"
"That's a question I couldn't attempt to answer," Sandy said. "How about the fact that you have sex with other females right in front of your own wife? That isn't normal, either."
"It is for us," Howard said. "What is normal, Sandy? Rules for conduct put out by so-called experts? Who gave them the right to tell other people how to live? Whatever a person does is normal for that person, isn't it? It's normal for Marcia to live and have sex as she does, it's normal for me the way I live and I guess it's normal for you to feel as you do because of your upbringing. You have a mind of your own, though and you will just have to try and live the life that will make you happy. Just don't let me or anybody else influence you too damned much. Figure things out for yourself and don't worry about making mistakes."
"That last part is mostly what bothers me," Sandy said. "I worry about making serious mistakes, I mean and maybe you can tell me how to keep from doing that."
"You're asking the impossible," Howard said, getting to his feet and smiling down at Sandy. "Everybody makes mistakes in many things besides sexual matters and all I can say is that you will just have to kind of feel your way through life like everybody else. I think I can get another hard-on if you're in the mood. Maybe you think having sex with me again would be a mistake."
Sandy looked at Howard's cock. The organ was lifting into an erection and she did feel a surge of excitement. She was alone with the kind man and maybe she should do some experimenting while there weren't any witnesses. His words had made a lot of sense. What if she did try sucking his cock and found out she had made a mistake ? She could always stop!
Sandy uncrossed her legs, but before she could lift her hands to Howard's expanding cock, he dropped to his knees before her. He pushed her legs further apart and began kissing her inner thighs, one and then the other and she squirmed her naked ass against the soft seat cushion.
Howard licked up through Sandy's slit and plucked at her curly pubic hairs with his teeth. She scooted her buttocks out closer to the edge of the couch and he snaked his tongue into her tingling twat. But he only jabbed into her quivering channel a few times, went to her unhooded clitoris, flicked his tongue a few more times, then pulled his head back.
"That was just to get you passionate enough to do what I'm sure you want to do," he said, putting his hands on her knees and pushing himself to his feet. He grabbed the base of his hard cock with one hand and waved the thrusting organ from side to side. "You do want to take a taste, don't you?"
Sandy just stared at the blunt end of the poking prick. She wasn't sure she could get the big knob in her mouth, suddenly not even sure she wanted to try. She might gag. She might even get sick and mess up the couch and the carpet.
Howard put his other hand behind Sandy's head and tugged until her lips were only a fraction of an inch from the swollen glans. The exciting male odor filled her nostrils and she felt a choking sensation in her throat.
"I'm not forcing you, Sandy. I'm just giving you what I think is a little necessary encouragement. If you do decide to give it a try, though, please remember to keep your teeth from scraping my pecker."
Sandy didn't know if Howard was kidding or just being sarcastic. Not that it made any difference, she thought. He had accomplished his purpose. He had helped her make up her mind. She wanted to be completely uninhibited with a husband of her own someday and she might as well get some practice sucking a cock while she had such a perfect opportunity. Because even if it turned out that she didn't like it, she wouldn't refuse to suck her future husband's cock if he wanted to receive the intimate oral attentions. She would want him to go down on her. She would insist, really and she would have that understood before the wedding.
These thoughts flashed through Sandy's feverish mind as she was opening her mouth wide. Howard had removed his hand from the back of her head. He didn't thrust forward. He also let go of his thick shaft and put both hands on his hips. She leaned forward and the big, hot, hard, velvety-smooth crown slipped into her mouth very easily.
The bland taste was pleasing, as was the sensation of having her mouth crammed full of throbbing male flesh and just the idea that she was sucking a cock was exciting. Because she had started sucking, drawing a little more of the rigid organ into her mouth, lifting her hands to steady the thrusting, throbbing shaft.
"Let's get more comfortable," Howard said, pulling his cock from Sandy's mouth and clinging lips.
Sandy stared at his glistening, saliva-coated cock as Howard dropped to the carpet and got on his back, then she slipped to her knees, eager to recapture the delightful cock with her hungry mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm afraid you aren't going to get what you're so desperately trying to get, Sandy. Not right away, anyhow. You learn damned fast, I will say that."
Sandy somewhat reluctantly stopped sucking along almost the entire length of Howard's jutting cock and lifted her head. Her jaws were getting a little tired and she figured that she had been laboring for at least ten minutes.
She had been sucking faster and faster, burying her nose in the brown, curly pubic hairs on each downward motion, clamping her lips and twirling her tongue around the blood-engorged cockhead each time she lifted. She had also been getting a little desperate in her attempt to make the sperm spurt. She wanted to find out if she would enjoy the ejaculation as much as she did the sucking.
She knew that she had been awkward at first, not really knowing what to do with her tongue, having to adjust to the sensation of feeling the glans actually penetrating her throat, but it hadn't taken her long to get the swing of performing fellatio. She had almost gagged the first few times she had taken the pulsing prick deep, but she had quickly gotten over that and had just as quickly learned how to relax her throat muscles.
Howard hadn't touched her and his hands were clasped behind his head. Sandy had also put one hand on Howard's testicles, fascinated by the way the balls slipped around in their protective sac under her fondling and squeezing fingers.
"Why don't you get on and take a ride, Sandy? I'll save the stuff for you."
Sandy had been staring at Howard's thrusting cock and playing with his heavy balls, steaming hot herself, but intending to resume her sucking. She wanted the experience of having his cock exploding in her mouth more than she wanted to be fucked. She doubted that he would get another hard-on, but she had figured that she could always finish herself off with her fingers-if he didn't volunteer to do so with his mouth and tongue.
Howard's words pleased Sandy very much, as they promised that she would have a chance to suck him all the way off, be fucked again by his hard joystick and also be able to try another position. While moving to straddle his body and his poking organ, using one hand to steady the stiff column and do the guiding, she excitedly revised her thinking somewhat. She would be the one doing the fucking!
Lowering, impaling herself, thrilling to the sensation of again having the hard cock slipping into her clinging, juicy cunt, Sandy moaned with pleasure. She went right on down until her pubic hairs mashed against Howard's, his hard cock entirely embedded, then slowly lifted until only the swollen crown was enclosed in her clinging cunt.
She repeated the slow up-and-down movement again and again, thrilling to the delightful sensation, freely meeting Howard's passion-filmed eyes, glad when he moved his hands from behind his head and grasped her throbbing titties. She quickened her fucking motions when his fingers began stimulating her hard, elongated nipples.
Sandy began rotating her ass, hunching forward and backward, from side to side, then forward again, causing the rigid rod to slide against her stiffened passion-button. Soon she began cumming, convulsive spasms seizing control of her body and she was dimly aware that she was doing a crazy little wriggling dance on and around the stiffly thrusting shaft.
Before Sandy had completely recovered, Howard told her that maybe she had better hurry if she hadn't changed her mind. She quickly lifted her quivering cunt from his throbbing cock and walked backward on her hands and knees.
Seeing her secretions glistening on the jutting organ, she thought about grabbing the towel off the couch, but Howard lifted his ass inches from the carpet. So, afraid she would be too late, as well as being curious, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the wet cockhead and about two inches of the slippery shaft.
Laving the crown with the flat of her tongue, sucking the hard flesh, Sandy decided that her own juices didn't taste bad at all. She felt Howard's hands on her bobbing head, his fingers entangling in her hair, but it didn't detract from the exciting sense of power she was experiencing and enjoying.
"You had better get ready for the deluge, Sandy!"
Sandy had felt the slight expansion of the throbbing cock. But she wasn't quite prepared when the organ jerked erratically and shot out gobs and gobs of hot semen. She couldn't lift her head because of Howard's clutching fingers. He also thrust upward, driving his spurting shaft deep and she had to swallow to keep from drowning.
She managed to gulp all of the thick and sticky cream down, though and was thankful that she didn't mind the taste. The tangy taste was quite pleasing, really and she sucked the very last drop from the swiftly softening cock.
Howard removed his digging fingers from her scalp and Sandy rested her cheek on one of his thighs, letting the limber organ slip out of her mouth. One of her hands was still cupping his drained balls. God, but she had really turned into a wicked and wanton slut, she thought. She didn't even want to lift her head and meet the eyes of the owner of the limp cock she had just sucked to a spurting finish like a madwoman.
"I hope I didn't get too rough with you, Sandy. I forgot that this is new to you and kind of got carried away. Marcialikes for me to hold onto her head like that. Most women do, actually and I hope you aren't having regrets. All you have to do is face the fact that you enjoyed sucking a cock, accept that fact and maybe even start looking forward to the next time. I don't mean with me, especially not today, but with the other men you're sure to want and need from now on."
Sandy lifted her head and met Howard's friendly eyes. He smiled and she forced one of her own. She didn't think anything she had done would bother her all that much if money wasn't involved. She got to her feet in silence, then asked if there was another bathroom she could use to freshen herself.
Howard gave her directions and Sandy was glad she didn't have to go through the bedroom with all the mirrors. She also hoped that Nadine would soon be ready to leave the luxurious apartment. She kind of dreaded facing her sister because of the lesbianism she had witnessed, but she mostly didn't want to chance being in bed with Marcia again. The blonde might not think there had been enough action for the money and Sandy knew that she could no longer trust herself where any form of sex was concerned.
Sandy gathered up her clothes and took them with her. Howard had gone to the bar and he didn't say anything, so Sandy figured there wouldn't be any more sex. She rinsed her mouth at the washbasin and used a washcloth to freshen her lower body, deciding she would wait until she got home to take another bath. She dressed, ran a handy comb through her hair, then went back to the living room.
Howard and Nadine were standing at the bar having a drink. Nadine had dressed and Howard had put on a robe. Howard asked Sandy if she wanted a drink, she told him that she didn't and Nadine said that Marcia was going to take a nap.
Nadine finished her drink, told Howard she would see him around and he thanked her for bringing Sandy. "And thank you for coming, Sandy."
"It was my pleasure," Sandy said, unable to think of anything else to say, thinking that she might as well try and be a good sport about the whole deal.
Howard chuckled. "I think your sister is going to be just fine, Nadine. No matter which road she decides to take, I mean. Now I guess you can let yourselves out while I go join Marcia for a refreshing nap."
Sandy and Nadine left and there wasn't a word spoken until they were out on the sidewalk. "There's a cab stand just a couple of blocks from here," Nadine said. "I'm anxious to get home and take a nap in preparation for my appointment this evening. I guess you won't object to a little rest yourself."
"I'm not sleepy," Sandy said, not really all that tired either. She could understand why Nadine would want to rest before going on another job, though. "I guess whoring isn't all a bed of roses, Nadine."
"The only way to get money without some work being involved is to inherit it, Sandy. You handled yourself very well on your first job, honey and I'm proud of you."
"I'm not proud of myself and it was my last job as a whore."
"Suit yourself," Nadine said. "You had fun making a fast five hundred bucks, though and the extra hundred Marcia gave me was damned good for a couple of hours of doing what I enjoy doing."
"I noticed that you enjoyed the gay stuff."
"You're referring to the fact that I returned Marcia's favor? That was an acquired pleasure, Sandy. Meaning, of course, that in this profession you just about have to go all-out. I'm lucky that it didn't take me long to learn to like eating pussy. It's similar to sucking a cock, really, as there's the same sense of power involved.
"I wouldn't know about that," Sandy lied, wishing moments later that she had remained silent.
"Did you notice the mirror behind the couch in the living room, Sandy? Well, it was one of those trick mirrors where Marcia and I could watch without being seen. Need I say more?"
Sandy felt her face flame. "Did Howard set it up for me to put on a show for you?"
"It just turned out that way," Nadine said. "I noticed that he didn't use any force, though and you have no reason for being ashamed. Hell, sucking a cock is a very important part of sex and the husband you want to have someday will appreciate your lack of inhibitions where oral sex is concerned. Let's hurry before that cabbie pulls out."
They got the cab and rode home in silence, Sandy embarrassed because Nadine had observed her wanton behavior with Howard and glad that Nadine didn't say any more about it.
Saying that she would eat out, Nadine went directly to her room. Sandy had planned on cooking, but since she would be eating alone, decided to just snack. She had a cup of coffee, wandered into the living room and stretched out on the couch. She let her mind dwell on the erotic events that had enabled her to earn five hundred dollars and began to understand why her sister remained in the hustling racket. Even a hundred dollars was damned good pay.
Not that she was going to continue in the sex racket, Sandy told herself. She didn't want the name that went with the game. She would simply die if her parents or anybody else back home found out that she had gone as far as she had. She would just tell Nadine that she wasn't mentally or emotionally capable of being a whore and she didn't think her sister would really blackmail her. Nadine probably wouldn't want their parents to know about the prostitution any more than she did.
Sexually satisfied, despite the exciting memories of her torrid actions with Howard-who she didn't expect to see again-Sandy dropped off to sleep.
It was dark when she woke up. She knew without looking that Nadine had left, but while turning lights on she checked, anyway. She went to the kitchen, made a thick ham sandwich and washed it down with a large glass of milk. She then went to the living room and watched television for a couple of hours, lonely, but managing to lose herself in a series of rather silly situation comedies.
Finally getting bored, wondering how long Nadine would be out and what kind of a partner or partners her sister was with, Sandy turned the set off and went to the bathroom. She put a rubber cap on, showered, then examined herself, pleased to find that her vagina was in very good shape.
In bed, naked and staring into the darkness, Sandy couldn't keep her mind from going to the sex acts she had enjoyed that afternoon. She knew that she would never be able to depend solely upon masturbation again. She wouldn't be a paid whore, though. She would do as the vast majority of single females seemed to do. She would find a partner or partners while she was waiting for the right man she wanted to marry and who wanted to marry her.
Becoming passionate because of her thoughts, Sandy remembered the penis-shaped vibrator. Deciding that nothing she could do by herself would be as bad as what she had already done, she didn't hesitate very long before going after the pleasure-giving gadget.
Back on the bed, still in the dark, Sandy turned the vibrator on and stimulated her breasts until the nipples were stiffly erect. Trailing the buzzing vibrator down over her trembling belly, she went around the bush and teased her inner thighs, then her pussy lips. Steaming, her ass squirming against the mattress, she remembered how Nadine had performed the act.
Stopping the vibrations, she lifted her knees and slowly slipped the instrument into her cunt. Her excitement had already caused secretions to form and the penetration was easy-and felt quite wonderful. It was great not to have to worry about rupturing a barrier, to be able to probe deep and she began toying with her taut-tipped titties with her other hand as she slowly fucked herself with the life-like artificial cock.
She had read about females having educated inner cunt muscles and how much males enjoyed having their cocks snapped or milked in such a manner, so she practiced by leaving the massager deeply embedded and concentrating. She found that it wasn't all that difficult to contract her inner muscles, but that it took a great deal of strength and energy.
Since she wasn't getting much pleasure from it, Sandy didn't practice very long. She just gave herself over to the thrilling sensations being produced by slowly sliding the massager in and almost out of her clinging cunt. When she felt herself on the way toward a climax, she started the fake cock to vibrating.
She gasped and bucked and bounced wildly as she instantly melted into an orgasm. She turned the gadget off, leaving it buried in her quivering cunt, thinking that the vibrating was a little too much. She pulled the instrument out and impulsively placed the wet end against her anal opening.
Should she? Curious, filled with a strange excitement, Sandy pushed and the slippery gadget popped past the tight elastic ring. She left it there, feeling very uncomfortable, wondering how anybody could take and get pleasure from being pronged in the wrong hole. Still curious and in no real pain, she slowly shoved the instrument on up the tight, tingling tunnel.
When the penis-shaped massager was all the way in her rectum, the uncomfortable feeling slowly faded away and was replaced by a warm glow that was very pleasant. Surprised, already understanding why a person would suffer a little to experience the delightful sensation, Sandy began to slowly fuck herself in the ass with the massager. She was afraid of doing damage so she didn't make the artificial cock vibrate. It started feeling better and better and Sandy began hunching and moved her other hand down to her cunt. She inserted a finger, stimulated her clit and melted into a blissful orgasm.
Limp and staring into the darkness, not all that ashamed because she had experimented, Sandy realized that she was understanding Nadine's outlook on life more and more all the time. She still didn't want to be a whore, though and she wouldn't let a man do what she had just done to herself. She didn't even want anybody to know that she had experimented in such a crazy manner.
Sandy showered again, cleaned the massager and didn't have any trouble going to sleep when she returned to bed.
The next morning she was happy to find that her tail wasn't all that sore. She soaked in a hot tub of water and the slight soreness went away, but she decided that she wouldn't use the massager in the wrong hole again. She didn't want a man pronging her there, either.
She dressed in shorts and halter, checked and saw that Nadine was still sleeping. She had coffee and toast, straightened her room, then decided to clean the apartment. After dusting all the furniture, there wasn't much more to do. She cleaned the bathroom, then waxed the kitchen floor just to have something to do.
It was almost noon when Nadine got up. Sandy was in the living room reading an erotic novel when she saw her sister pass in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. Sandy went to the kitchen to make fresh coffee.
Nadine came into the kitchen in a few minutes, still naked and said that the cold shower hadn't made her feel much better.
"You're lucky you don't like to drink, Sandy. I had too much last night. I didn't get home until almost daylight. It was quite a party, really and I think you would have enjoyed yourself."
Sandy had put a cup of black coffee in front of Nadine and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "I don't want to be a whore, Nadine. I don't want the five hundred, either. You keep it and I'm going to look for a job again."
"I wish you luck," Nadine said, sipping the hot coffee. "There were so many so-called decent women at the party last night. It was a mild affair as far as sex was concerned. Just a lot of drinking and dancing."
"There wasn't any sex at all and you got paid?"
"The sex came afterward," Nadine said. "The fellow just wanted somebody attractive to take to the party. I earned my money after I went home with him. He had his young chauffeur join us and between the two of them I was really worked over. He gave me an extra fifty bucks, though and it was the drinking at the party that makes me feel a little tough now. How would you like for us to have a party here tonight? Without any money involved, of course."
"I think I would like that," Sandy said. "How many are you going to invite?"
"Just a few friends," Nadine said, finishing her coffee. "I'm going back to bed for a couple of hours and I'll make some phone calls when I get up."
After Nadine went back to bed Sandy prepared and ate a brunch of bacon and eggs, then decided to go for a walk. It was a very nice day and she enjoyed just strolling around the neighborhood. She had changed into a skirt and blouse and wore sandals. She stayed out longer than she had meant to and when she returned Nadine was in the kitchen eating a sandwich.
"I thought maybe you had run out on me, Sandy. I even checked to see if you had taken your suitcase."
"I just went for a walk," Sandy said, averting her eyes from Nadine's naked breasts. "Do you want me to cook?"
"Let's go out and eat," Nadine said. "Later, I mean. You're dressed okay and I'll dress the same. We'll walk to that neighborhood restaurant. I made the phone calls and told the people to be here around seven. I invited Judy, Fred and two young fellows I think you will like. Judy's the girl I mentioned before. The one who taught me the ropes."
"Is she still in business?" Sandy asked.
"She got married about a year ago to a very rich man. He's getting along in years, but he leaves town quite often. He's in Chicago on some big deal now. He knew she was in the racket when he married her. In fact, that's how she met him. He was one of her clients, I mean and she claims that he doesn't mind if she has some fun when he's away. I have an idea he's happy to get some rest!"
"It sounds like a screwy marriage to me," Sandy said. "Howard said that he met Marcia when he was with an escort service. I guess some people don't give a damn who they marry."
"Some couples even belong to swap clubs after they get married," Nadine said.
"I know," Sandy said. "I've read about swappers, I mean and I wouldn't have a husband who wanted to swap me."
"Some women turn marriage into little more than legalized prostitution, Sandy. I'm talking about the women who marry and divorce three, four, five and more times. Also those who marry only for money or security. I consider myself more than such females, with the men and with myself. I suppose you guessed that Fred works for an escort service. Anyway, he does and he's bringing a couple of his associates who also have the night off. That's all right with you, isn't it?"
"I guess it will have to be," Sandy said.
Nadine frowned. "Why don't you be honest with yourself, Sandy? Don't answer. Just think it over. I'll go get dressed now. I think I'll be ready for a seafood dinner just as soon as we get there."
Smiling, Nadine stood up and swayed from the kitchen, her buttocks jiggling and Sandy again averted her eyes. She wasn't sure that she wanted to be too honest with herself. She was afraid she would find too many things she wouldn't like.
They took their time walking to the restaurant, enjoyed a delicious seafood dinner and arrived back at the apartment at six-thirty. Nadine made a pitcher of martinis and told Sandy to sample one.
"You'll like it, honey. It will also make you relax. You don't want to behave like a nervous young teen-ager, do you? Which you are, of course!"
Sandy sampled a martini, liked it and had another. She was on her third and feeling just a little tipsy, when their first guest arrived at ten minutes before seven.
Judy was about twenty-five. She had red hair, a very pretty face, long legs and a lovely shape covered by a green street dress that matched her sparkling eyes. Sandy liked the friendly young woman immediately and she was even excited by the way the green eyes looked her over. The martinis were making her more honest with herself, Sandy thought, deciding she wouldn't make a scene if Judy made a pass at her.
Shortly after Nadine had made the introductions and handed Judy a drink, Fred and the other two young men arrived. Mike was a blonde with friendly blue eyes, muscular and stocky; Pete had dark hair, equally friendly blue eyes and he was tall. Both were handsome, dressed neatly in sport clothes and looked to be in their late twenties. Sandy also liked them immediately-and she faced the truth that she wouldn't mind going to bed with either of them. Remembering Fred's educated tongue and big cock, Sandy decided that she would take him if it turned out to be a sex party and she had a choice.
Sandy knew that it wasn't just the drinks causing her to have such thoughts. Listening to Nadine and Howard talk, seeing for herself how people lived sex-free lives and seemed happy enough and doing a little soul-searching, she had decided that her own sexual activities hadn't done her any real harm.
Nadine had turned on the stereo. The music was slow. She kicked off her sandals and said they could dance on the carpet if they removed their shoes. Pete took his shoes off and started dancing with Nadine. Mike and Judy started dancing and Fred asked Sandy. She got rid of her glass and her sandals and went into his arms.
Fred held Sandy close, one hand on her buttocks and she could feel his cock lifting. She saw that the other two couples were also doing more embracing and swaying together than dancing and Nadine caught her eye and winked. Sandy smiled and winked back, excited by Fred's arousal and the way he was squeezing a cheek of her ass, wanting her sister to know she was ready for just about anything. The drinks made her feel bold and uncaring, but she was well aware of what she was doing-and of what she wanted to do. She wanted to be fucked by Fred, but first she wanted to suck his cock to pay him back for the oral homage he had bestowed upon her body.
Nadine pulled from Pete's arms and said, "I have an idea, folks! Since my beautiful kid sister is a little shy and this party is for her, let's turn out the lights and all stay right in this room! Any objections?"
"That sounds like fun," Judy said, slipping from Mike's circling arms. "Let's make a few rules, though, to make it even more fun. Let's have no talking and leave the lights off until Sandy announces that the party is over."
"So be it," Nadine said, turning the stereo off, then going around turning lights off. She paused with her fingers on the last switch. "Hearing no objections, here goes, but don't anybody do any touching until we're all naked." She laughed. "How are we going to know? Everybody count to one hundred, slowly and silently and that should be plenty of time!"
When Nadine turned the last light off there was total darkness. The heavy drapes had been pulled over the windows and there wasn't even any light filtering in from outside. Sandy stood still for a few seconds, listening to the sounds of people disrobing, too excited to even count. She started taking her clothes off, picking up a mental count at twenty and she was completely naked when she reached seventy-five.
Sandy lost all sense of direction in the pitch-black darkness, even though she had tossed her discarded clothes where she thought a big easy chair was located. Naked, trembling slightly, she stood straight and listened to the faint sounds around her. The rustling of clothes being removed, soft and heavy breathing, a little cough from one of the men, all added to Sandy's excitement.
She heard a little gasp off to her right, knew that Nadine or Judy had caused one of the men to make the sound, then felt hands groping and making contact with her breasts. She thought it was Fred, but she wasn't sure. The fingers tweaked her nipples, making them stiffen, then went up to her shoulders, but she started dropping to her knees before any pressure was applied.
The cock wasn't hard. Realizing that it wasn't Fred, Sandy still didn't hesitate to take the limber organ in one hand and fondle the heavy-hanging balls with her other hand. The drinks, the darkness and her new outlook on life and sex due to her previous thoughts enabled her to forget everything except the thrilling truth that she could actually live all of her wildest erotic fantasies without being seen.
Taking a goodly portion of the soft organ into her mouth and gently sucking, Sandy felt the limp flesh lengthening out into an erection. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and worked her fist as she sucked the crown. In a few seconds the cock was thrusting stiffly and the testicles were creeping up higher in their hairy pouch.
The man, either Mike or Pete slipped to the carpet and Sandy followed him down, her lips clamped firmly around the swollen cockhead. On his back, the young man's fingers entangled in Sandy's hair and she took more and more of his hard prick, driving the glans deep into her throat. She felt hands on her buttocks, then a hot, wet tongue licked her cuntal lips and right on up through the crack of her ass.
Thrusting backward, then hunching along with the lapping tongue, Sandy bobbed her head faster, twirling her own tongue as she sucked, eager to again feel and taste spurting semen. She knew that it was a man lavishing oral attentions upon her ass and cunt, Fred or Mike, but she wouldn't have cared if it had been Judy-and wouldn't have been surprised if it had been Nadine.
Sandy felt a hand fondling her swaying titties, felt female flesh against her side, then a female face snuggling down next to her cheek. Faint perfume mingled with the male-smell and she stopped sucking the thrusting cock when the female tongue licked the side of her face and one side of her clinging lips. The fingers left her hair and she lifted her head and heard and felt the other female start sucking the jutting pleasure-prong.
At about the same time the tongue was pulled from Sandy's tingling ass-hole and steaming cunt and replaced shortly with a cockhead that was swiped up and down the crack the tongue has just left. She thrust backward, not really caring which hole was plugged, but the stiff organ was shoved into her soft, clasping pussy. She hunched along with the pistoning cock, well on her way toward an orgasm and felt another hard penis poking against her cheek. She turned her head, opened her mouth wide and greedily accepted the throbbing offering.
Sucking one hard cock while being fucked by another had Sandy giddy with passion. She began wishing they would both explode at the same time and sucked greedily while clamping down and around on the second cock with her inner cunt muscles. But Sandy didn't get her wish. Not right away. Because both stiff shafts were suddenly withdrawn, as if by some kind of signal and she found herself being rolled over and positioned on her back by many hands.
She had been balanced right on the brink of a climax. Fingers and tongues roamed around all over her feverishly squirming body, a female mouth mashed down on hers and she knew that all five of the other uninhibited pleasure-seekers had teamed up to work her over. And she didn't care. She reveled in the knowledge and in the totally unrestrained eroticism, not even caring that it might be Nadine she was kissing and with whom she was wantonly lashing tongues.
A hot mouth was clamped onto one of Sandy's spiked breasts, another hot mouth was sucking on the toes of her right foot, a hot tongue was licking one of her inner thighs. The owner of the tongue had long hair that tickled Sandy's quivering pussy lips and she didn't care if it was Judy or Nadine. She lifted her ass from the carpet and thrust upward demandingly, needing just any kind of contact with her cunt and passion-button to finish her off.
Sandy gasped around the female tongue jammed into her mouth, as the female tongue down below slithered into her palpitating cunt. As soon as the tongue touched her erect clitoris and the soft lips clamped around that elongated organ, Sandy bucked and wriggled through a blissful orgasm. When she sagged limply, the female mouth and tongue were removed from hers and the other female mouth and tongue lifted from her stiffened clit and juicy cunt.
There was a male mouth and tongue right there to go down on Sandy, though and she wanted to say that she would rather have one of the hard cocks. But she remembered that there wasn't to be any talking even before the female wet mouth that had just left her tingling twat glued to her parted lips. She returned the tongue-probing kiss, enjoying the taste of her own secretions, writhing through another shuddering Orgasm that seemed to be a continuation of the first one.
Sandy soon last all count of her many ecstatic climaxes as she eagerly and willingly allowed the two females and the three males to do with her as they wished. One of the men got between her legs, put his stiff shaft into her steaming snatch and began fucking her, while another squatted down over her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked and fucked back, while one of her hands was pulled to the third shaft of hard flesh, muscle and gristle. Her other hand was pulled to a hairy female crotch. She took the hint and inserted her finger in the hot, wet cunt and began stimulating the tense, bud-shaped clitoris.
Soon she sensed that the cock in her mouth was just about to ejaculate. She sucked more greedily and when the throbbing prick did jerk spasmodically and shoot out the hot, thick cream, she gulped and swallowed just as greedily, hunching furiously up to the cock pumping in her clinging cunt in an effort to make it explode.
She failed, just as she failed to swallow fast enough to keep the sperm from dribbling out around her clinging lips. She kept on hunching, though and the softening cock was withdrawn from her flooded mouth. Again she dimly realized that there had to be a signal of some kind, because the hard cock was pulled from her moving fist and was soon shoved into her eager mouth.
She sucked furiously, knowing that the explosion was imminent and also felt the slight expansion of the cock pronging her pulsing pussy. The two cocks did blast off simultaneously and the sensation was gloriously wonderful to Sandy. Again she failed to swallow fast enough, but she soon had some help. Because just as soon as the still hard cock was removed, a female tongue was right there licking and lapping at her face and lips.
Sandy was prepared when the limp cock was pulled from her flooded cunt and replaced by a greedy female mouth and tongue, but she wasn't quite prepared for what happened shortly afterward, even if such an experience had been very pronounced in her latest erotic fantasies. But thinking about doing something and daydreaming about how it might be, she suddenly discovered, were poles apart when it came to cunnilingus.
Because when the very hot and very moist cuntal lips settled down over her face and mouth, her first thought was that she was going to smother-or maybe even drown-when the wet cunt-flesh began to grind and push down. She also experienced a moment of near-panic as she got her hands on the sleek buttocks and pushed upward. She was sure that it was Nadine's flesh she was feeling and tasting...
Then, as that fragrant flesh was lifted enough to chase away her discomfort and the tongue she was sure belonged to Judy began lapping her clit, Sandy again forgot everything except the voluptuous sensuality of unrestrained eroticism.
She began lapping and sucking as she was being lapped and sucked, feeling the strange sense of power she felt when sucking a cock, glad she was able to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, happy in the knowledge that the sex party was really just starting.
CHAPTER SIX
Sandy slept late the next morning. She had a dull headache from the drinking, but she only had a guilty conscience because of the sex she'd had with her sister. She tried to tell herself that it really didn't make any difference, but she knew that it would always bother her. Otherwise, she had accepted herself for what she was and had decided to satisfy her sexual needs as she would any other hunger.
She wasn't all that eager to see and face Nadine, but she figured that the sooner she did so the better. They hadn't talked the night before. She hadn't even seen her sister before finally going to bed for some much needed sleep and rest. She still didn't know how long the sex party had lasted, or even what time she had gone to bed.
The lights had never been turned on while she was in the living room and she had never announced that the party was over-as suggested by Judy. She had simply left when she had started to get sleepy and tired and sexually satiated. She had quickly cleaned herself in the bathroom, brushed her teeth and had been to sleep within seconds after flaking out on the bed.
Sandy got up, went to the bathroom, washed her face and took two aspirin from the medicine cabinet. On the way to the kitchen for coffee, still naked, she checked and saw that Nadine was still in bed, apparently sleeping. She also looked in the living room and saw that her clothes and Nadine's were still scattered about, but she decided that she would wait until she got to feeling better before she straightened and cleaned the living room.
Thinking about what had amounted to a sexual orgy, she wondered if the party had lasted very long after she had left. She had lost track of the times she had been fucked and the loads she had taken in her mouth, so the three men couldn't have had much left for Nadine and Judy. There had been more drinks there in the darkness, during short periods for recovery and she was sure that she and Nadine had passionately embraced in the sixty-nine position at one point. Well, she would cut out the sex with all females. She sure as hell didn't want to get hooked on the gay stuff.
Sandy was feeling much better by the time Nadine came into the kitchen. The aspirin, a glass of tomato juice and two cups of black coffee had practically chased away what she knew was a hangover from too much drinking. She returned her sister's cheery greeting, surprised that Nadine had put on a robe, uncomfortable because she was naked.
"I'm glad you aren't drinking this morning," Nadine said. "I would hate to see you turn out to be an alcoholic and drinking the morning after is a good sign of being or becoming one. I want you to know that I appreciate the way you handled yourself last night. You made a big hit with my friends, I guess you know, but that's all in the past and we won't talk about it again."
"Maybe we should talk about it," Sandy said. "About some of the things that happened, anyway."
"I think not," Nadine said, walking over and pouring a cup of coffee. "Some things that happen when there's a lot of sex and a great deal of drinking are best forgotten." She brought the coffee back and sat down at the table opposite Sandy. "Even I do things when I'm overly excited that I would just as soon forget, Sandy. Let's just look forward instead of backward and agree that certain things won't happen again, okay?"
Before Sandy could answer and she felt that Nadine did have the right idea, they heard the telephone ringing. Saying that it just about had to be for her. Nadine finished her black coffee and hurried to the living room. Sandy took the opportunity to go cover her nakedness, glad that her sister didn't intend to try and continue the perverted relationship they had started in the darkness the night before.
Deciding she would go for a walk and finish clearing her head in the fresh air before cleaning the apartment, Sandy put on a street dress and sandals, then brushed her hair and applied makeup sparingly. She still intended to look for a job again, but she thought it was too late to start that day.
Nadine was still in the living room and she replaced the telephone receiver just as Sandy stopped in the doorway to tell her where she was going.
"Sit down for a minute," Nadine said, remaining in the chair by the phone. "Maybe you'll agree not to go for a walk after you hear what I have to say."
Puzzled, Sandy entered and sat on a couch. "Was it bad news, Nadine? Did something happen to Mama or Papa?"
"No, but I do have a problem, Sandy. That was one of my regular and best clients. He wants two girls instead of one and wants them within two hours. He has a friend with him. Anyway, I can't get another girl on such short notice. Do you have a suggestion?"
"No," Sandy said. "I told you that I wasn't going to be a whore, so don't ask me to go with you."
"I'm not asking," Nadine said. "I'm telling you that I want you to go with me. Hell, after your behavior last night, what difference would it make?"
"If you have to ask such a question, I could never explain," Sandy said. "I'm not going, Nadine, so you might as well get on the phone and try and get somebody else. How about Judy? Call her."
"If I get on the phone it will be to call Mama or Papa," Nadine said. "Either one of them would be shocked to hear what I have to say, you know."
"I'll tell them the truth, Nadine! I'll tell them about you, I mean, so I'm calling your bluff!"
"You can bet your sweet pussy that I'm not bluffing," Nadine said calmly. "Do you really think that I give a fuck if our shiftless parents know how I make a damn good living? Shit, girl, I never intend to go back to the stinking bayou country so you have my permission to call and tell them that I'm a whore right now."
"That would break their hearts, you know that!"
Nadine smiled. "Then it's up to you whether or not their hearts are broken, isn't it?"
"You've been planning to get me in the whoring racket all the time, haven't you, Nadine?"
"I'm just trying to give you a break, honey. How else are you going to stay in the city and make big money? Besides, you owe me, damn it and I've pussyfooted around with you long enough. You need sex just as much as I do and deep down you're glad that I'm putting the pressure on. You should thank me. I'm giving you an excuse to have all the sex you need and want."
Sandy glared. "I think I could easily learn to hate you, Nadine!"
"I understand that there's only a thin line between hate and love, honey. Just don't confuse sex with love and you will do just fine with me and in the racket, Sandy."
"Fuck you!"
Nadine laughed. "That's the spirit, little sister!" She got to her feet. "I'll go get dressed and we'll take off. You look nice, but you had better put heels on. Many men have a fetish where high heels are concerned and they do bring out the beauty in a female's legs."
Remaining seated as her sister left the room, Sandy felt a little surge of excitement. She might as well go along with her hateful sister's wishes without any fuss, she thought, getting to her feet and gathering up the clothes she had so quickly discarded in preparation for sex without pay. She didn't have much choice in the matter, really, as she no longer had any doubt that Nadine would carry out the threat. She didn't want her friends back home to know what had happened to her, either and she would just about die if Stan found out.
Sandy didn't pick up Nadine's clothes, figuring that she no longer needed to be a servant for her sister and she insisted she eat something before they left. Nadine, her friendly self again, said that she would fix them both something to eat.
They had ham and eggs. Sandy, knowing that she couldn't remain silent around her sister for any great length of time and curious as to where they were going, brought up the subject after Nadine broke the silence by saying they would have to go shopping for groceries soon.
"We're going to visit a man at his apartment," Nadine said. "He often gives me a call when his wife is out of town. Most of the men are married and just want to add a little spice to their dull, routine lives. For now you can just leave all the details of the business to me, Sandy. As time passes and you get better adjusted, I'll teach you things you need to know that have nothing to do with the sexual part of being a call girl, but right now you can just leave everything for me to handle."
"I don't want to get into trouble with the police," Sandy said.
"That's the most important part of what I was just talking about," Nadine said. "Don't get any ideas about trying to hustle on your own and you won't have to worry about a thing. We'll do the dishes when we get back. Go brush your teeth and dab a little perfume here and there. I'll do the same, then call a cab."
Sandy obeyed, pleased that she was no longer all that nervous, telling herself that too much had already happened for her to even be too angry with Nadine. After all, she could have hauled ass for home the moment she had found out about her sister's way of life. They only had to wait on the sidewalk for five minutes. It was a thirty-minute cab ride, through heavy traffic and Sandy was sure the young cabbie didn't suspect that they were whores going on a call. She had always pictured prostitutes as being flashy-dressed streetwalkers, or half-naked floozies lounging around a room waiting for customers and she figured that most people had the same impression.
She had heard and read about so-called high-class call girls passing themselves off as models or actresses, of course, so she tried to think of something she could tell if anybody asked what she did for a living. She decided that she could just say that she still attended school. She could tell her folks that she was working in an office with Nadine.
It was easy for Sandy to tell that the man was wealthy, by the apartment and by the way he acted. He had the special air of self-assurance that only the very rich seemed to have, and even before he introduced the younger fellow as an employee, she suspected as much.
His name was Claude and he looked to be in his forties. He wasn't bad looking and the younger man, Max, was handsome and looked as if he might be twenty-five.
After the introduction, with Sandy and Max remaining silent, Claude chuckled and said, "My old lady went to visit her mother again, Nadine, so naturally I thought of you!"
"Since Max is here, I guess it's lucky that my sister decided to go into business with me," Nadine said. "Shall we get on with it? Or do you want to shoot the breeze for a while?"
"Max has to get back to the office before too long," Claude said, his eyes flicking up and down Sandy's body. "What do you think of these two beauties, Max?"
The younger fellow just grinned, seemingly unable to make up his mind which pair of bare legs and thrusting boobies he wanted to stare at. Sandy saw that he already had a hard-on and she was ready to get on with what she was there for. She hoped that she would get Max and she also wished that Nadine had given her some pointers before they got there. She would just follow her very experienced sister's lead, she decided, as the older man led the way to a bedroom.
There were towels on the headboard of the bed and an adjoining bathroom. There were two chairs and the men sat down. Nadine glanced at Sandy, smiled, winked and started coming out of her clothes. Sandy hesitated, then began undressing, very conscious of the men's staring eyes, suddenly glad she wasn't inexperienced. She decided that she would try and relax mentally and accept the pleasure she was sure to receive. She fleetingly thought about reading somewhere that most whores didn't really enjoy sex and she hoped it would never be that way with her. The racket hadn't had that effect on her sister, that was for sure and maybe she would be that lucky.
Nadine finished undressing first and climbed onto the bed. Naked, enjoying the admiration she could see in the men's eyes, Sandy wondered why they hadn't removed their clothes. She soon found out.
After Sandy had climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back beside Nadine, Claude said, "I didn't know you were going to bring your sister, Nadine. I promised Max he would see a show and I hate for him to be disappointed."
"It isn't necessary," Max said. "Hell, I don't expect to see an exhibition of lesbianism under these circumstances!"
"We're here to please," Nadine said, turning on her side and pressing her warm, sleek body against Sandy. She ran her hand down over Sandy's trembling belly and sucked on Sandy's nearest breast for a few seconds. "This is just part of our profession," she whispered. "Fake it if you want to, but we do have to put on a good show for our clients."
Sandy closed her eyes. God, how depraved she had become! She gasped as Nadine cupped her crotch and slipped a finger into her cunt. Well, she thought a little wildly, it wasn't going to be the first time-and the world hadn't stopped turning because of the depravity the night before.
Nadine flicked her finger against Sandy's clitoris a few times, then pulled her finger from Sandy's pussy. She then got on top and pressed the full length of her lush body against Sandy's rolling her hips, mashing their pubic hairs together. Her face buried beside Sandy's, their big, hard-nippled titties mashed together, Nadine slipped her hands down to Sandy's hips, then pushed them on under and grabbed Sandy's ass.
Her passion soaring, Sandy moved her hands down and grasped Nadine's firm, sleek buttocks. They squirmed together, their moist cunts making contact and Sandy was amazed that she didn't really miss a stiff cock all that much. The friction caused by their fucking movements soon had her well on the way toward an orgasm and she was sure the same was true for her lovely sister.
Before Sandy could climax, however, Nadine lifted and wriggled her way lower on Sandy's squirming body and the bed. She began kissing and licking Sandy's jutting, taut-tipped breasts and Sandy opened her eyes. The two men hadn't moved and were staring with lustful eyes.
Deciding she might as well give the voyeurs their money's worth, Sandy began fondling and massaging her own spiked mounds of throbbing flesh when Nadine trailed lower. She also parted her long legs helpfully when Nadine began kissing and tonguing her inner thighs.
Sandy lurched upward when Nadine licked her puffy pussy lips, then moaned loudly when Nadine's tongue snaked into her quivering cunt. Sandy was expecting such a move when Nadine, still swabbing the walls of Sandy's twat, walked around on her knees and straddled Sandy's head.
Nadine's tongue went to Sandy's erect clit and Sandy closed her eyes again and accepted the moist warmth that settled down over her face and opened mouth. She jabbed her tongue into the hot, clinging flesh, made contact with the tense bump of flesh and returned the favor that was being bestowed upon her.
Sandy was surprised when Nadine stopped lapping, lifted and twisted back around before either one of them climaxed. Maybe it was to prove that the act was just a part of the routine of being a whore, Sandy thought dimly, or maybe just a way of conserving their strength for the more important activities to follow. She did know that her previous experiences had enabled her to keep herself under control. She even enjoyed being so very close to an orgasm and seeming to be hanging out in space somewhere.
The two men had taken off their shoes and socks and were standing and shucking out of their clothes. Nadine, stretched out beside Sandy again, told Sandy in a whisper that she was doing just fine.
Claude's dark hair was graying at the temples and he was lean and lanky; Max had brown hair and a muscular body. Both men had very little hair on their bodies, which pleased Sandy, as either Mike or Pete had been very hairy and she had found the fact somewhat distasteful.
When the cocks were revealed, both stiffly erect, Sandy decided they were both about what she understood to be normal for the average male. About six inches, and despite the darkness the night before, she judged Mike's and Pete's to be about the same size. Fred's cock was the biggest she had seen or had so far-and she wondered when she was going to run into a man with one of the really huge organs she had heard and read so much about.
Sandy was amazed at her own calmness. She was still physically passionate from the intimate act she had just performed for such a short time with Nadine, but mentally she was quite cool, even while observing the two erect cocks and contemplating the pleasure in store for her. She decided that she liked the change. She should be able to keep herself under control longer and prolong the pleasurable sensations instead of racing madly toward a climax. Maybe it was because she was going to have sex for pay, she thought; or maybe it was because she had cast off her many sexual hang-ups and didn't have to make the mad dash toward an orgasm as if it were something forbidden that she just had to have...
"I've already fucked Nadine quite a few times, Max, so you climb on and in her while I sample Sandy."
Nadine said, "Don't look so disappointed, Max. You'll get a chance at Sandy before we leave. If you and your cock are up to it, that is."
"Don't think I won't be able to get a second hard-on," Max said. "Hell, I've been banging the same stuff for so long I just might make it a third time before the time's up!"
"The two-hour time limit isn't strictly enforced," Nadine said. "Besides, I imagine your wealthy boss would be willing to pay a little bonus."
"I want us both satisfied no matter how long it takes or how much it costs," Claude said, his eyes on Sandy's crotch.
Both men were standing at the foot of the bed and Sandy thought the older man was going to take a taste, but he got between her widely parted legs and waited for her to do the guiding. She had also noticed the disappointed look on the younger man's handsome face and she figured that he had wanted her just because she was younger. It couldn't be because her body was stacked better than Nadine's, as she and her sister were practically the same shape and size-and she also had an idea that Nadine could give a better fuck to any man.
Sandy removed her hand after positioning Claude's hard cock, feeling very professional maybe because he was an older man-and thrilled to the sensation as the stiff shaft slipped into her slippery snatch with ease and just as easily buried to the hilt. He began thrusting and she moved along with him. He lowered his chest down against her tingling titties, placed his head beside hers and put his hands down on her hips.
Sensing that Claude was concentrating on holding back, Sandy let him set the pace. She saw that Max had shoved into Nadine and wasn't moving. He had his head on the other side of Nadine's and he suddenly groaned and started humping his ass.
Nadine looked at Sandy, winked one eye and began hunching along with Max's fast and furious thrusts. Claude began pounding away in Sandy and she raced her hips in harmony with the faster tempo. The big bed bounced and swayed along with the two furiously fucking couples and soon Sandy heard Max blurt out that he was cumming.
She looked over and something told her that Nadine was just coasting, despite the fact that each one of Max's powerful thrusts was being met by a counter-thrust. She tried to hold back, but Claude was riding high, making contact with her sensitive clit and she knew that she couldn't keep from cumming.
Shortly after Max groaned loudly and flaked out on Nadine, Sandy started climaxing. Her spasms triggered Claude's ejaculation and she kept moving until his cock went soft, not nearly satisfied, but reminding herself that she was there to give pleasure, not to receive it.
The men got towels and used them as they withdrew, then left them as they silently went to the bathroom. Nadine said they would wait and take their turn, adding that they would probably have to use their mouths to arouse the men again.
"I guess they don't even kiss whores on the mouth," Sandy said.
"Claude's different from the times I was with him before," Nadine said. "The first rule is to go along with what you sense the client wants. Or doesn't want in this case. Claude probably doesn't want to use his mouth and tongue in front of Max. You don't give a damn, do you? This is mainly for money, you know and isn't supposed to be like the sex fun last night. You'll be with some men you even dislike, honey."
"I guess that's just another reason I don't want to be a call girl," Sandy said, understanding why Nadine didn't want to be called a whore.
The men returned and Sandy and Nadine went to the bathroom. They cleaned themselves at the washbasin, out of the sight of the men and Sandy followed Nadine's example and perched her butt on the basin. They found fresh towels, dried themselves, then returned to the bedroom. Claude and Max were sitting on the side of the bed, their cocks still limp and Claude told Max to go get a bottle.
"I don't really want a drink," Claude said as soon as Max left. "I just wanted to get rid of Max for a minute. He's so square he hurts and I just set this get-together up to get something on him. He has a lovely wife I want to make and this is part of a plan I have. I'll get in touch with you again as soon as I can and I want both of you. Do you understand, Nadine?"
"It's plain enough," Nadine said, dropping to her knees in front of Claude. "Let's get this thing hard. If I remember correctly, you're really a long-lasting stud on the second go around and I don't imagine you want us to stay all day."
"I'll give you two-fifty and you can be out of here by three o'clock," Claude said. "My wife's due back at four and Max has to get back to work."
Nadine had been caressing Claude's soft cock with her fingers. "How about that, little sister? Two hundred and fifty dollars from the kind gentleman for a couple of hours. Not bad, huh?"
Sandy didn't bother to answer. She was still standing. Nadine leaned forward and took most of Claude's soft cock into her mouth. Max entered with a full bottle of Scotch, stopped and stared. Claude told him to put the bottle on the table, that he had changed his mind about having a drink.
Max got rid of the bottle, got on the bed and asked Sandy if she would suck his cock. Wondering if his wife went down on him, but feeling that the less she said the better, Sandy got between the young man's muscular legs. His cock was already erect, either from watching Nadine performing fellatio or from anticipation and Sandy began stroking the smooth hardness with her fingers.
"How did you ever get in this racket, Sandy?"
Keeping her eyes on the swollen cockhead and her slowly moving fist, remembering a scene she had watched in a movie one time-which hadn't been all that erotic-Sandy said, "I was just lucky, I guess."
Max thrust upward and Sandy took the hard knob into her mouth. She just sucked the glans, working her clenched fingers up and down on the shaft, not surprised when he soon told her that he wanted to fuck her. Lifting her head, she saw that Nadine was standing and that Claude's cock was erect.
Once again Sandy got on her back, with Nadine beside her and guided Max's saliva-coated prick into her pussy while Nadine and Claude were coupling.
Both men remained braced on their hands and arms while they pumped. Sandy missed the mouth-kissing and the other manifestations of what she looked upon as a very important part of sexual relations, but she enjoyed being fucked by the young man-then by the older man again.
Because it wasn't long before Max said that he would like to try fucking dog-fashion. Sandy was sure that he was getting so passionate he was afraid he was going to kiss her. Claude said that he also wanted to fuck Nadine from the rear. Both men withdrew and Sandy and Nadine got on their hands and knees.
After their cocks were pistoning again, Claude leaned over on Nadine's rump and back and began squeezing her hanging titties. Shortly afterward Max did the same to Sandy. She had been getting close to a climax when they had shifted. When Max began playing with her breasts and stimulating the stiffened nipples, Sandy began hunching faster, starting the delightful dash toward fulfillment.
Nadine announced that she was about to cum and Claude apparently began pronging her faster. Max seemed to sense that Sandy was about to cum and really began to pour the meat to her. Sandy and Nadine climaxed at the same time. Max didn't ejaculate and Sandy knew that Claude hadn't when the older man suggested that they switch partners.
Max didn't seem to have any objections and soon Sandy was hunching along with Claude's powerful thrusts from the rear, while Max fucked Nadine dog-fashion. Both men lasted and lasted and Max finally said that he would like to shift again.
The switch was quickly made and Sandy continued to coast, still enjoying the pronging, but not having any trouble keeping from starting the race toward an orgasm. Again she thought how much more pleasure there was when all restraints were removed. She reminded herself that she was just doing a job, though and told herself that she couldn't blame Max for just using her as a means of getting his gun. He was probably feeling guilty about cheating on the lovely wife his boss would undoubtedly end up fucking-and maybe teaching that there was more to sex than just putting a cock in and pounding away.
"I think I'm going to have to do some corn-holing, Nadine. I'm getting tired."
Sandy looked around and saw that Claude had pushed his cock all the way in Nadine and was holding it there. Max, seemingly waiting for a response from Nadine, had buried his cock balls deep in Sandy's cunt and was holding it there. She could feel his balls pressing against her. The men at the sex party hadn't sodomized her for some reason and she would have been willing and now she wanted to give it a try.
"Go ahead and plug my bunghole," Nadine said. "You could use the experience, Sandy. I'm not giving orders or anything like that, you understand. I'm just making a suggestion."
"I'm willing if Max is," Sandy said.
Max had his cock out of Sandy's clinging cunt before she had finished speaking. Glad she had experimented with the penis-shaped massager, Sandy followed Nadine's example and rested her forehead on her crossed forearms, hiking her buttocks high for easy accessibility.
Sandy felt Max place his wet cockhead against her anal opening. She heard Nadine groan and knew that her sister had taken Claude's hard, wet cock. She managed to relax as Max applied pressure, his fingers gripping her hips and the blood-engorged glans slipped past the tight elastic ring. She gasped and he had enough sense to leave just the cockhead embedded for a few seconds.
The pain started when he began shoving his stiff cock on into her yielding rectum. She gritted her teeth. Again Max gave Sandy a few seconds to adjust when he was balls deep in her ass-hole, though and the pleasant glow had started by the time he began fucking her in what she had always looked upon as the wrong hole. It seemed to be the right hole at the moment. She thrilled to the ever-increasing pleasure and hunched along with the pronging joystick, hoping the husband she wanted to have someday wouldn't object to any kind of sexual pleasure possible between an uninhibited female and male.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was early in the afternoon. Sandy was alone in the apartment. Nadine had gone out on a call. A week had passed since Sandy and her sister had entertained Claude and Max. Sandy had gone with Nadine three times since then. Once there had been one man; twice there had been two. She was stretched out on a couch in the living room thinking about how drastically her life had changed. She was still ashamed of taking money, of being a call girl, but she wasn't sorry that she had lost all of her sexual hang-ups.
Nadine hadn't sent her out on a call by herself as yet, saying that she needed more experience before going it alone and Sandy was glad of that. She was still trying to figure out how she could get out of the racket. She didn't want her parents to even know about Nadine, even if Nadine really didn't seem to care. She also wanted to pay her sister back as much money as she could-and it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy the sex. It was an easy life, really and she guessed Nadine was right, she was silly for being homesick.
But she was, Sandy thought. She missed her parents, her friends, the peaceful bayou country and most of all she missed Stan. She wished that she hadn't been so foolish while they were growing up together. She wished that she had let him have what they had both wanted. The poor guy had probably had to beat his meat many times after taking her home. Unless he'd had a girl he could go to for relief. He probably had more than one available girl...
Sandy heard a light tapping on the door. She sat up, swung her bare feet to the floor and patted her hair into place. She was just wearing brief panties and a bra. Hearing the tapping again, louder this time, she jumped to her feet and ran to her bedroom. She grabbed a terry cloth robe and slipped it on while hurrying back.
She hesitated at the door, wondering who it was, also thinking that if it was an attractive client she just might surprise Nadine and take him on. Nadine had said that the few men she allowed to come to the apartment came only by appointment, though. And the few times she had answered the phone when alone, she had always told the caller to try again when Nadine was home.
Thinking it might be Fred, Sandy opened the door without thinking to hook the chain. Two men stood there. Both were tall and both had on dark suits. They both stared at her and despite the fact that they smiled after a few seconds, she was frightened. They were tough-looking and reminded her of detectives she had seen on television programs-or gangsters, she thought.
"Tell Nadine we want to see her," one of the men said. "I'm Phil and this is Cliff. Nadine will know who we are."
"Nadine isn't home," Sandy said. "You had better come back later."
When Sandy started to close the door, sure that the men didn't want to see her sister for sexual purposes, they barged right in, the door almost knocking her off balance and the man called Cliff said, "We'll wait right here, girlie."
"We're here under orders," Phil said. "Just take it easy and everything will be all right."
Sandy had retreated a few steps, rubbing her upper arm where it had been bumped by the door. Cliff closed the door and both men glanced around the room, then went over and sat down on a couch.
"What do you men want? Who are you?"
"We'll ask the questions," Cliff said. "Sit down."
"You had better do as you're told," Phil said. "Cliff isn't as kind-hearted as I am."
Both men were staring, looking her up and down and Sandy realized that the top of the robe had gaped open. She closed the garment with one hand and sat down on the couch opposite the one the two men had picked.
"Are you policemen?" she asked.
"What makes you think we're cops?" Cliff asked. "Have you done something wrong?"
"No. I just thought Nadine might be in some kind of trouble."
"She is," Phil said. "When do you expect her back?"
"I have no idea," Sandy said, afraid to ask what kind of trouble Nadine was in. If it had anything to do with whoring she would probably be involved and might even have her name in the papers.
"We'll wait if it takes the rest of the day," Cliff said. "What's your name, girlie?"
"Sandy. Sandy Simoneaux."
"I've always liked French girls," Cliff said. "Especially the ones fresh from the country. You're almost fresh, anyway, and if you treat us nice, we might be a little easier on Nadine."
"We know that you are Nadine's sister," Phil said. "Just as we know that she's a hustler."
"We also know that she has been breaking you into the racket," Cliff said. "She's a damned good piece of ass, as well as being very pretty and stacked like a brick shithouse, so it's a shame that we're going to have to slap her around for holding out on us."
"Nadine is supposed to give us a percentage of the take," Phil said. "That includes your fee, of course and she made a big mistake when she let our boss find out about you in a roundabout way."
"He's pissed off," Cliff said. "He figures that maybe she has been holding out all along."
"Has Nadine explained the setup to you?" Phil asked.
"No," Sandy said, knowing that it would be silly to deny that she had gone on calls with her sister, deciding that she had better try and look out for herself. After all, Nadine had taken advantage of her and why should she even feel sorry for her whoring sister? She did, though and she didn't want Nadine to be harmed in any way.
"Nadine didn't tell me much of anything. I can't really blame her for-well, for what I've been doing, but she did use threats to get me started."
"What kind of threats?" Phil asked.
"Just that she would tell our parents," Sandy said. "I'll admit that I wanted to pay her back some of the money she has sent me over the years, though and I don't want you to hurt her."
"Your hot-ass sister knew the rules," Cliff said. "I guess you two also have yourselves some hot times even when you aren't out on a call."
Sandy felt her face getting red. Actually, she and her sister didn't touch each other except when they were putting on a show for the clients. She had also decided that she would rather not assume the aggressive role with any female. She didn't like it all that much, really and there were too many delightful ways of having sexual pleasure without doing something that didn't turn her on full blast.
"You didn't answer Cliff," Phil said.
"We never touch each other except when it's necessary in our line of work," Sandy said, wondering if it would help Nadine if she offered to show the two men a good time.
"There's nothing wrong in two females having sex together," Cliff said. "Even sisters. Hell, all kinds of incestuous relationships are far more common than most people like to admit. Do you have any brothers?"
"No," Sandy said. "Who told you about Nadine holding out on you? If she really did, of course."
"We have ways of checking on all the girls," Phil said. "Nadine knows that and I don't see how she could have been so stupid. You really don't know when she will be back?"
"No," Sandy said, wishing there was some way she could contact Nadine and let her know the two men were there. "Would you fellows like something to drink? Nadine has all kinds of liquor. How about a beer? Maybe you would rather have coffee?"
"We just had lunch," Phil said.
Cliff said, "We don't drink on the job, Sandy. Go ahead and have a drink if you want one, though. Drink as much as you want, for that matter."
"I don't like to drink," Sandy said. "I don't like the aftereffects, I mean, so I don't drink very often. Are you fellows married?"
"I'm divorced," Phil said. "Cliff has never been married. Why do you ask?"
"I was just curious. Most of the men using the services of call girls seem to be married."
Cliff laughed, then said, "That doesn't say much for some marriages, does it?"
"The wives are probably fucking around with some other guy," Phil said, sounding bitter.
"Phil caught some stud fucking his wife," Cliff said, laughing again. "Women! If they didn't have pussies and tits I could do without them very well!"
"Who the hell couldn't?" Phil asked. "Do you enjoy sex with a man, Sandy? Or do you just tolerate them for financial reasons as so many prostitutes do? And as some married women do, as far as that goes."
"I was a virgin when I first got to New Orleans," Sandy said, wondering why she had bothered to give that information. "It didn't take me long to learn to like all kinds of sex, though. Why? Are you interesting in spending some money?"
Cliff frowned. "Don't come on with that shit, girlie! We take what we want from you whores and I'm thinking seriously about throwing a fuck into you right now!"
Phil tapped Cliff's nearest knee with his fingers. "Take it easy, Cliff. We know too damned many willing females to rape this young kid."
Cliff had started to stand. He settled back down on the couch. "I haven't raped anybody since I was about sixteen." He laughed and added, "Meaning, of course, that since then I have always choked an unwilling female until she gave me the word to go ahead and slip the meat to her!"
There was a long silence, an uncomfortable period of time for Sandy, because she was a little frightened again. She didn't really mind having sex with the two men, especially if it would help Nadine, but she didn't want any rough stuff. She knew about sadism, about how some men got pleasure out of inflicting pain on females and she knew there was very little masochism in her makeup. Not in the physical sense, anyway, even if it had taken a degree of mental humiliation to rid her of her hang-ups.
"Take that damn robe off," Cliff finally said. "Let's take a look at what you have to offer the suckers for a hundred bucks a throw!"
Sandy looked at Phil, feeling that he wasn't as rough a character as the other man. They both looked to be in their middle thirties, both had blue eyes and dark hair and she was sure that she would enjoy herself with them if they didn't get too rough.
"Go ahead," Phil said. "You won't be hurt, Sandy. We might even just take a look and nothing else."
Standing, feeling the familiar surge of excitement, Sandy slipped out of the robe and tossed it on a chair. She removed the restraining bra without being told, enjoying the way the two pairs of male eyes focused upon her freed breasts. She felt her nipples stiffening and hooked her fingers under the narrow waistband of the thin panties. The men's eyes had dropped to her crotch and she knew that they could see the darkness of her pubic hairs through the nylon.
"I won't have to be choked," she said for Cliffs benefit. She quickly peeled the panties down and off, then straightened. "Just another naked female body," she said. "I imagine you fellows have seen hundreds that looked much better."
"As good, but no better," Phil said. "I can see why Nadine wanted to get you in the racket. If you can use what you have without faking, you will really be a money-maker."
"How old did you say you were?" Cliff asked.
"I didn't," Sandy said, looking at both laps and not seeing any physical evidence of the greedy lust she could detect in both pair of staring eyes. "I just made eighteen not long ago, though and I think that's the legal age in this state for just about everything."
"If you're old enough to vote, you're old enough to fuck," Cliff said. "Not that most girls don't start fucking a lot younger. It's a good thing you aren't under-age, though. If you were, your sister really would have her tail in a jam."
"We can't afford that kind of trouble with the authorities," Phil said. "I want it understood that Cliff and I aren't pimps, Sandy. We just help keep you call girls in line."
"We enforce the rules," Cliff said. "The rules Nadine should have explained to you before you went on your first job. What did you do for sexual relief in the country? Finger-fuck yourself?"
"Yes and I imagine you masturbated when you were younger. When you weren't choking unwilling girls and not calling it rape."
There was another long silence and Sandy was afraid she had talked too much. She sat back down when neither man made a move. She held her thighs close together, the look in Cliff's eyes making her nervous. She had the feeling that if Phil wasn't there Cliff would already be slapping her around. Maybe the man really hated females, she thought. Or maybe he had been around so many whores he was just disgusted with all females.
Sandy still hadn't gotten used to thinking of herself as a whore. Not that she would be whoring in the strictest sense of the word if she had sex with the two men, she thought a little bitterly. They wouldn't be giving her money for services rendered, that was for sure.
Cliff stood up, stepped forward and stood in front of Sandy. His cock was pushing his pants out. He pulled the zipper down and tugged his erect organ out into the open. He moved his fist on the thrusting shaft a few times and a little bead of pre-cum formed in the slit in the big, blunt end. Staring, the familiar choking sensation in her throat, Sandy knew that the stiff cock was at least as big as Fred's pleasure-prong.
"How are you at sucking a cock, girlie?"
Cliff dropped his hand from his thrusting tool. Sandy scooted her naked butt out closer to the edge of the couch, darted her tongue and scooped up the drop of clear liquid. She then brought one hand up, grasped the thick base with a thumb and forefinger and laved the swollen cockhead with the flat of her tongue. Cliff thrust forward and pushed the blunt end against her wet lips.
Sandy opened her mouth wide and let the big knob slip past her lips and her teeth. Cliff kept on pushing and she clenched her fingers around the shaft to stop the penetration. Even so, the glans jammed deep in her throat and she pulled back. Glad when he didn't keep thrusting, she began sucking along the length of the hard shaft that was most comfortable and enjoyable for her.
Soon, however, Cliff began thrusting again. She knew that he wasn't all that close to a climax and was just being rough. She didn't like it. She enjoyed sucking a cock, just the idea was exciting and she always thrilled to the strange sense of power while laboring to bring on a spurting finish, but she didn't like to be fucked in the mouth.
And that was exactly what the man was doing. He had grabbed her head with both hands, his fingers pulling at her hair while he pumped his big cock in her mouth as if it were a cunt. She didn't try to suck, as he was pistoning his prick too fast and she had to keep her tongue out of the way. She was glad that she had her fist clutching around the base of the pronging organ. This enable her to keep the cockhead from doing serious damage to her throat. Her fist kept banging against her lips and she was afraid they were going to be bruised. She was also afraid to use her teeth to stop the roughness.
Cliff suddenly stopped the fast fucking movements, released Sandy's hair and head, pulled his pulsating cock completely out of her tortured mouth. "This is too simple," he said. "I'm going to turn it into something not so simple. Hell, I might as well go for some all-out fun while I'm at it!"
Sandy didn't know whether Cliff was talking to her, Phil, or to himself. She didn't really care. The rough treatment had caused her own passion to simmer down and if the man had been a customer she would have told him to get lost. He wasn't a customer, though-or a lover-and she had to take whatever he meant to dish out. Damn Nadine for getting her in such a spot, Sandy thought, leaning back and watching as Cliff stripped himself naked.
Sandy looked at Phil. He was still just sitting there, staring, and as he had crossed his legs, she didn't even know if he had a hard-on. He met her eyes, grinned and she knew that she couldn't depend upon him to help her, to prevent Cliff from doing anything he wanted to do.
"You're just getting a little sample of what some of your future customers might want," Phil said. "I have an idea that you've had it damned easy so far and you need to know what whoring can really be like. Don't get too rough, Cliff. I'll have to stop you if you do."
Sandy was glad to hear the last words. Cliff didn't answer Phil. He was naked except for black socks, his lean body very pale. His balls had drawn up in their sac and were snuggled up close to the base of his jutting, saliva-coated cock. He told Sandy to get her ass down on the carpet. She obeyed because she was afraid not to, telling herself that she wouldn't make an effort to help the man take his pleasure, hoping that she could keep from enjoying herself.
Which was really a quick switch for her, she thought, when she was on her back and watching Cliff drop to his knees beside her. Maybe she could learn to control the wild beast that seemed to rage through her body each time a man so much as touched her with his hands. Not that she wanted to turn into a cold, frigid female. She wouldn't let the rough bastard cause that if she could help it.
Cliff didn't get between Sandy's parted legs, as she had thought he meant to. He cupped her crotch with one hand, squeezed hard enough to cause pain, then made her gasp by grabbing a handful of pubic hairs and jerking. As soon as her ass settled back down on the soft carpet, he roughly jammed a finger into her cunt.
Sandy was glad that her vagina was already juicy. The cruel man poked and probed, his finger scraping the folds of flesh, the tender tissues and she chewed on her lips to keep from crying out, glad he didn't have a long, sharp fingernail. He chuckled and removed his finger, but just as she stopped wriggling her ass and trying to escape the punishment he shoved two fingers into her cunt. He managed to pinch her stiffened clitoris and she did cry out.
Phil said calmly, "That's enough, Cliff."
Removing his two fingers, Cliff said, "I guess this chick doesn't go for the pain bit." His eyes met Sandy's. "It's a damn good thing I'm not a way-out sadist, girlie. Your clit's really tingling like crazy now, though, isn't it?"
Sandy didn't answer. He had spoken the truth and she was again getting very passionate, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it. Seconds later she couldn't have said anything, anyway. He shoved his two wet fingers into her mouth and ordered her to suck. When she didn't suck, he used the thumb and forefinger on his other hand to pinch one of her erect nipples until she did.
"Tell me what you are, Sandy! Tell me that you're a cocksucking, cunt-lapping whore!"
He had pulled his fingers from her mouth. Deciding that she had better try and humor the crazy bastard, Sandy forced a smile. "I didn't think there were any doubts about those facts."
"Say the words, damn you!"
He pinched both hard nipples and she told him what he wanted to hear. He told her that she had just had a small sample of what would happen to her if she held out the dough like her sister had.
Then the man surprised Sandy by leaning over and kissing her quite tenderly on the lips. He even smiled as he lifted and straddled her body. She thought he was going to move lower and insert his poking prick, but he moved higher. He kind of squatted, resting his ass and balls on her belly and pressed his hard, smooth cock down into the deep valley between her jutting, hard-nippled breasts.
He told her to wrap her tits around his cock. She did, making a tight sheath. He began hunching, moving higher until the end of his organ was bumping into her lips. She opened her mouth without being told and on each forward stroke the blood-filled glans entered her mouth.
The saliva made his stiff shaft slip to and fro more easily, but she didn't do any sucking until he ordered her to. Again he was fucking her in the mouth, as well as between her breasts, but she didn't really mind. She even got a bang out of sucking and twirling her tongue around the big knob each time it slid into her mouth.
The sex act Sandy had only read about before went on for a long time, but she finally sensed that the explosion was near. Cliff had his hands on the carpet on each side of her head. He suddenly slipped both hands under her head and lifted and tilted it while he began hunching faster and driving his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. The position was very uncomfortable for Sandy, but she was too sexy-hot to stop sucking.
Just as the pistoning cock began to spurt gobs of hot, stick semen, Cliff jerked it out of her mouth. She only got a small amount in her mouth, then the white jism was splattering all over her face. She closed her eyes as he took one hand from under her head and used it to pound out the last few spurts of jism.
"I like to see the stuff spurt," Cliff said. "Maybe sometime I'll shoot off on your big, beautiful titties."
Sandy opened her eyes, amazed by the strange turn of events and Cliff told her to lick the cream from her lips. She did, swallowing it along with that already in her mouth and he rather gently cleaned her face with her own panties.
Cliff lifted, relieving the pressure from Sandy's throbbing, aching breasts, and when he was out of the way, she sat upright. She was steaming and she wanted to be fucked. She looked and saw that Phil was still sitting on the couch. He had uncrossed his legs, though and she saw that he had a hard-on.
She met Phil's gleaming eyes. "How about putting that where it really belongs?"
"No," Cliff said. He had gotten to his feet, his limp cock and drained balls hanging near Sandy's head. "I want to watch you sucking Phil's cock, girlie. Do a good job and I'll get another hard-on and give you a good fuck."
"We might as well go along with Cliff's wishes," Phil said. "He has some strange little quirks, but I guess we all do where sex is concerned."
"Crawl over there and give Phil a blow-job," Cliff said, tapping Sandy on the top of the head with his knuckles. "If you stall much longer I'll blister your beautiful ass!"
Sandy got on her hands and knees and hurriedly obeyed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Getting between Phil's parted legs, Sandy pulled herself up by putting her hands on his knees. He didn't offer to open his pants so she tugged the zipper down. Reaching in, she fished his erect cock out and ran her fingers along the long, hard length of blood-engorged flesh and muscle. The pulsating organ wasn't quite as big around as Cliff's prick, but it seemed to be just a little longer.
Cliff sat down on the couch beside them. Sandy leaned forward and took Phil's swollen cockhead into her mouth. He didn't hunch his ass or cock and she glanced up and saw that he had leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't put his hands on her head. She started a gentle suction and another glance told her that Cliff was watching her every move.
She began taking more of the turgid tool, enjoying the intimate act very much because Phil was letting her do as she wished. She was holding onto the base of the rigid staff with one hand and she slipped her other hand in and clasped the heavy, sperm-laden testicles.
It didn't take much sucking to make Phil's cock ejaculate. She felt the telltale expansion just before the explosion and sucked and bobbed her head faster. She also massaged and squeezed his balls, as one of her customers had said that he liked for that to be done when he was shooting off.
The big cock jerked spasmodically when it spurted. Sandy held only the enlarged glans in her greedily sucking mouth while gulping the hot cream down. She also moved her clenched fingers along the throbbing shaft in fast milking motions. She managed to take the entire torrent without a drop oozing out around her clinging lips.
As the organ went soft, she took more into her mouth, applying enough suction to drain the last few drops, then let the limp cock slip from her mouth. Steaming hot herself, she looked to see if Cliff had another erection as soon as she lifted her head. His cock had only lifted slightly. Disappointed, as she quite desperately wanted to be fucked, she asked if he wanted her to get his cock hard again.
"There's no hurry," Cliff said. "We're just killing time until your sister returns, you know and I'm in the mood to watch you frig yourself."
Phil had sat upright and opened his eyes. "You can give a good blow-job, Sandy. I could tell that you really like to do it and that's a plus for you in the whoring racket. So many of the hustlers don't enjoy any kind of sex with a man and it's a treat to run into one who does. Go ahead and do as Cliff said. You'll find that some of your Johns will want to watch while you masturbate."
"Get down on your back," Cliff said. "Show us what you do when you're all by your lonesome."
Sandy was passionate enough to do almost anything. She got down on her back, closed her eyes and slipped one of her hands down along her belly. But just as she got to her curly hairs, sure that just a few flips of her finger would relieve the tension that was becoming almost painful, Cliff ordered her to play with her titties first.
Opening her eyes, seeing the look in Cliff's eyes, Sandy put both hands on her breasts and began toying with the stiffened nipples. She couldn't keep from squirming her ass against the carpet as the little electric-like shock waves seemed to ripple right down to her clit. She was just about to have an orgasm when Cliff told her to go ahead and frig herself.
She did, her eyes wide open, her hips racing in harmony with her pistoning finger. She didn't try to suppress the little gasps and moans escaping from between her parted lips. When the spasms ceased and she had pulled her finger from her twitching cunt, Phil told her to go freshen herself. Cliff didn't say anything. Both cocks were only about half hard.
Sandy went to the bathroom, far from being satisfied, but still wishing the men would leave. There was no telling what they might do to her and to Nadine later and she started wishing that she was back home. She sure as hell wouldn't enjoy life as a call girl if she ran into very many creeps like Cliff.
Washing her face and hands and rinsing her mouth at the washbasin, Sandy wet a washcloth and sat down on the side of the bathtub to clean her crotch. She took her time, wondering if she should lock the door, deciding that it would probably be broken down if she did. Besides, she still wanted to do all she could to help her sister.
Not that there was really anything she could do, Sandy thought, tossing the washcloth onto the basin. Except try and use her body and her newly learned talents to try and have the men in the best possible humor when Nadine did get home.
The door was pushed open and Phil entered, closing the door behind him and Sandy heard the lock click. He had removed all of his clothes, including his socks, but his cock was again hanging limply.
"Don't look so frightened," Phil said, grinning and leaning his back against the door. "I didn't let Cliff hurt you all that much, did I?"
"I guess not, but I really don't go for the rough stuff. Where's your creepy friend?"
"Don't say anything like that around Cliff," Phil said seriously. "I work with the guy and we have to get along. He's in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee. He knows that I don't really like to have a witness when I'm having sex."
Sandy had remained seated on the side of the bathtub, her knees still parted and she didn't try to cover her gaping gash. Phil stared, licked his lips and Sandy parted her knees even further.
"Just what did you have in mind?" Sandy asked, sure that she already knew.
"I'll see what I can do for your sister if you watch what you say around Cliff about me, Sandy. He's a little strange where all things of a sexual nature are concerned, but I guess he has a right to be. I found out that he has two sisters hustling in another city. I figure that he had sex with them in his younger years and that kind Of twisted his thinking where all females are concerned."
"That's no excuse for him to be so cruel," Sandy said. "I'm afraid of him and I won't even talk to him if I don't have to."
Phil moved forward and stood before Sandy. Her feet were on a thick bath mat covering the tiled floor. His cock was lifting, but she was sure that he didn't want her to blow him so she didn't even lift her hands. After hesitating for a few seconds, seemingly reluctant to do what he so obviously wanted to do, he dropped to his knees on the thick mat.
"Something about you reminds me of my ex-wife, Sandy. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been so hasty when I caught her in bed with another guy."
Phil had snuggled in close between Sandy's legs, his upper body upright, his hands fondling her jutting breasts. He was very gentle and she felt a little sorry for him. He was apparently still in love with his ex-wife.
"What did you do to them ? " she asked, picturing all kinds of horrible things.
"Not what you might think. Sure, when I saw the guy pounding away at my wife and her fucking back like crazy, I felt like getting a gun or a knife and killing them both. I even moved toward the bed to beat them both to a bloody pulp with my fists. But I managed to keep myself under control. Mostly, I guess, because I had often been in the same situation the man was in. I had fucked many married women, I mean, so I realized that I had no right to blame the man. I just told him to get his cock out of my wife and his ass out of my house."
"Did you do anything to your wife?"
"No. Not physically, anyway. I cursed her and scared the hell out of her, but I thought too much of her to hit her. As I said, at times I wish I had forgotten my pride or whatever and stayed with her."
"I guess we all have our troubles," Sandy said.
She was curious and wanted to ask questions, but Phil started kissing and licking her breasts. She also decided, even before he started sucking her erect nipples, one and then the other, that it might not be wise to pry into his private business. He could be just as dangerous as his partner for all she knew-and there was the possibility that he was just giving her a line of bull.
Phil soon pulled his greedy mouth from Sandy's throbbing titties, backed off and began kissing and tonguing her trembling belly. She moved helpfully, making her entire lower body easily accessible. Phil didn't fool around with the usual inner thigh kissing and licking. He parted the curly hairs with his thumbs and buried his face.
Sandy gasped as Phil's tongue slithered between her vaginal lips and delved deep into her palpitating cunt. Then, as Phil's tongue found her erect clitoris and began lapping, she moaned with pleasure and dug .her fingernails into his bobbing scalp.
But he only lapped for a few seconds before pushing up against her digging fingers and lifting his head. Licking his wet lips, his eyes glazed with passion, he told her to get down on the mat where he could get at her better. She welcomed the order and quickly got down on her back as soon as he was out of the way, pleased to see that his cock was thrusting stiffly..
She thought he was going to fuck her, but she wasn't disappointed when he resumed his lavish oral attentions. She was sure he would prong her pussy with his poking prick a little later and she didn't even mind when his mouth and tongue didn't go directly to her tingling, twitching twat.
After licking both of her inner thighs from her knees to her crotch, he licked all over her crotch until her hairs were soaked with his saliva. Her ass was squirming against the soft mat by then and she had started kneading her throbbing breasts with her own hands.
He finally snaked his tongue back into her hot, quivering cunt and tongue-fucked her until he had her bucking and lurching and trying to get him to make contact with her clit. When he finally did go to the throbbing bump of sensitive flesh and begin lapping again, he slipped his hands from her hips around and under to her squirming buttocks. He then tugged with his strong fingers and tilted her ass until he could get his lips in on the action. Then he sucked as well as lapped, driving Sandy almost out of her mind with ecstasy.
Sandy cried out as she jerked and jolted through a whole series of spasmodic releases. Then, when the shuddering spasms finally stopped and she was limp, she let go of her breasts and watched as Phil lifted his face and licked his wet lips. The blue eyes were filmed with passion.
"I don't do that to just anybody, Sandy. Nobody since my ex-wife, really. Not even to Nadine. You have that extra something that really turns me on, I guess and I'm almost, afraid to fuck you." He smiled, but it looked forced to Sandy. "It would really be a laugh on me if I fell for you, wouldn't it!"
"I guess it would be quite tragic for you to fall for a whore," Sandy said, deciding that it would serve him right if his emotions did become involved. She could never go for him, she knew that even before he slipped the meat to her, but she didn't think it would be wise to say so.
Phil seemed about to speak, but he positioned himself and his jutting tool for the penetration without saying anything. Sandy reached down and guided his stiff shaft. He pushed the big crown in even as she removed her fingers. She lurched upward, taking all of the hard cock into her hot, moist flesh, thrilling to the wonderful sensation of having her cunt crammed full. He groaned and surprised her by mashing his mouth to hers.
She returned the tongue-probing kiss and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. He pronged her with fast strokes and she clutched at his shoulders and answered him thrust for thrust. Within two or three minutes she felt herself rapidly approaching the point of no return. Phil pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and braced on his hands and arms, seeming to sense that she was on her way.
He had been riding high, making delightful contact with her clitoris. She met his blazing eyes and kept on with the rotary movements of her ass and hips, but she lifted her ass inches from the thick mat and clamped her strong legs more tightly around his waist. He gritted his teeth and held his hard rod deep when she put her inner muscles into motion and milked his throbbing cock.
Sandy felt herself soaring, floating along on the throbbing beat of her passion and she didn't try to keep the wondrous feeling from registering on her face. Then the wracking spasms seized control of her body.
She hunched even faster, rolling her head from side to side, then cried out with joy as she gave herself over completely to the blissful orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly as she shuddered violently and lowered her ass back down on the mat.
Phil's cock was still stiff and hard and buried deep. Her entire body was lax and limp. He lowered his chest against her tits, placed his face beside hers and began screwing her again. His strokes were slow and steady, but she knew that he wasn't far from a climax. She didn't move with him, knowing that he wanted his pleasure to last as long as possible, also giving herself a little time to recover.
He moved rhythmically, withdrawing his rigid rod almost all the way and then plunged it deep again. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrusts and she began to move with him. She wriggled her ass and rolled her hips from side to side to further intensify the pleasure for them both.
It wasn't long before she again felt the start of a melting orgasm deep within her loins. The gloriously wonderful feeling strengthened until she could no longer simply coast along with his thrusts. She clutched at his back and dug her heels into the thick mat, at the same time pressing herself upward against his throbbing cock. Their pubic hairs mingled and intertwined and she heard their moist bellies slapping against each other.
His fingers were gripping her racing hips. He slipped his hands under and grabbed an ass-cheek with each one. He began pumping his swollen cock faster and she knew that he was about to climax. She raced along with his pistoning prick and returned his tongue-lashing kiss when he lifted his head and glued his mouth to hers.
She spasmed just as his cock jerked and sprayed her clasping, clinging cunt with hot jism. He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and they remained locked together while they recovered.
Phil lifted his upper body, but left his softening cock buried. "I guess you know that I really go for you, Sandy. How would you like to move in with me? You wouldn't have to hustle and I make good money. I'm a generous guy and I would try to make you happy."
Sandy met his eyes, wondering what she should say. She sure as hell didn't want to live with him, she wouldn't live with him, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She had enjoyed the sex, but she didn't even like him very much as a person.
"I'll have to think about it," she said, afraid to tell him the truth. "I need some time to consider your kind offer, I mean and it isn't that I don't appreciate it."
"You can take a few days to make up your mind, Sandy. Don't mention it to Cliff. He might not understand and if he laughed there would be some serious trouble. I'll break the news to him later, after we're living together and then he won't be dumb enough to make fun of me for falling for you."
Sandy felt like laughing and making fun of him herself, but she just smiled as Phil withdrew and said that he was going to take a shower. She had cleaned herself by perching her butt on the washbasin by the time he stepped from the shower stall and started drying himself with a handy towel.
"What about Cliff?" Sandy asked. "Now, I mean. What if he wants to have sex with me again today?"
Phil averted his eyes. "He's waiting for his turn, so I'll wait in the kitchen until he's through. I don't want to watch and when you move in with me, I don't want you to have sex with anybody else."
Again Sandy felt like laughing. But she took a towel and left the bathroom, saw Phil's clothes on a chair in the hallway and went to the living room. Cliff was sitting on a couch, still naked, his fist moving up and down on his hard penis.
When he saw Sandy he grinned and stopped beating his meat. "I was just getting primed and ready for you, babe. How did you and Phil make out?"
"All right," Sandy said.
Cliff laughed. "I'll bet he tongued your twat before he fucked you! That was a statement, not a question, so you don't have to answer. Is he coming back in here right away?"
"He said that he didn't want to watch," Sandy said, wondering if she should talk and try to get the men to fighting each other. That wouldn't help matters, though and would probably make things worse.
"I think Phil's falling for you," Cliff said. "Not that I blame him. I like you a hell of a lot, too. You remind me of one of my sisters. When she was younger, I mean. You really have a beautiful body, Sandy and I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know I get rough at times, but I won't really hurt you."
"I don't want you to hurt Nadine," Sandy said, thinking that Cliff was much different when Phil wasn't around.
"That's a different matter," Cliff said. "I'll see what we can work out with her, though. Phil and I have had her at the same time. We've already worked her over from all directions in a sexual way. Just about, anyway, as we didn't go down on her. Have you ever made it with two men at the same time?"
"Yes. Once when I was on a call with Nadine. Are we going to just talk? I like you, too, but even if I didn't I would want to show you a good time so you would take it easy on my sister."
Sandy had stopped and remained standing a few feet away from Cliff. He motioned for her to move closer. She did and he put his hands on her hips. His face was on a level with her dark triangle. When he spoke, she felt his warm breath.
"I've been looking around for a suitable young girl to keep house for me, Sandy. I think you will do just fine. We won't mention anything to Phil, as he would think I was nuts for taking you into my apartment to live and he never comes to my place and wouldn't even have to know. Nadine could say that you quit the racket and went back home. How does that sound? You couldn't let anybody fuck you except me, of course."
"Of course," Sandy said, managing not to laugh. God, what a conceited jerk! He was even more stupid than Phil! The other jerk had at least asked, while this one was acting as if she would jump at the chance to live with him without even thinking it over! She wished that she had the nerve to tell him to go to hell!
"I'll get in touch with you within the next few days," Cliff said. "I'll have to make some arrangements, so don't even say anything to your sister for now. Maybe we'll let her visit us now and then for a threesome. No other men, though, but I'll open a bank account in your name. How does a hundred dollars a week sound? Along with your clothes and all other expenses, of course."
"That sounds too good to be true," Sandy said, hoping seconds later that he hadn't detected the sarcasm in her words and in her tone.
Apparently as tired of talking as Sandy was, Cliff moved his hands around to her buttocks, tugged and mashed his open mouth against her cuntal lips. He only jabbed his tongue into her pussy a few times, pulled back, said that she tasted good, then told her to get down on the carpet.
Sandy sank down and Cliff followed, his mouth glued to her slit, his tongue probing deep into her twat. When she was on her back and he was on his knees, he slipped his hands around from her ass and used his fingers to spread her puffy pussy lips further apart. He lapped and sucked greedily, making loud, slurping sounds, actually drawing folds of sensitive flesh into his mouth at times.
He wasn't too rough, though and Sandy enjoyed the sensations being produced by his greediness. She didn't have an orgasm even when he went to her clitoris and lapped and sucked for all of two minutes. She's had so many so recently was one reason and another reason, she thought, was because she couldn't get her mind off the offer Phil had made and what Cliff seemed to take for granted. She was afraid she would have more trouble than she could handle with both men wanting her. God, but she would just about as soon be dead as alive with either one of the jerks!
Finally lifting his face, Cliff said that he was glad that she hadn't faked a climax as an ordinary whore would have done. He then inserted a finger in her juicy cunt, pulled it out and probed at her anal opening. She relaxed and the slippery digit easily penetrated the tight tunnel. While slowly finger-fucking the clinging ass-flesh, he again lapped and sucked her stiffened passion-button. The double action soon had her writhing through a blissful orgasm.
"That was great," Cliff said after he had lifted and settled back on his haunches. He wiped his hands on the towel Sandy had dropped. "Just one more thing and you will pass the test for being what I call a perfect sex-partner. Do you like to be corn-holed, babe?"
Sandy thought she saw a chance to get Cliff to change his mind about her. "No," she lied. "There's too much pain for me. I guess I'm just too tender there."
Cliff had been frowning. He brightened and said, "Well, I like it better dog-fashion anyway, so get on your hands and knees and I'll prong your tasty twat."
Sandy didn't trust the man, so a little later she wasn't surprised when he did sodomize her. She had almost expected him to do so, actually and she was glad that she wasn't tender back there. He did give her a good fucking before pulling his cock out and placing the wet knob against the puckered hole, though.
She relaxed when he pushed the big crown in, then decided that she had better cry out to back up her lie as he shoved his stiff and slippery shaft on into her clinging and yielding rectum. He gave her time to adjust, the dull ache was replaced by the welcome warm glow and she couldn't keep from moving along with his pistoning cock when he began corn-holing her.
His heavy, sperm-filled balls slapping against her gaping pussy lips added to her passion and to her pleasure. She had been trying to hold back, to try and hide the fact that she had lied to the creep so vigorously fucking her clasping ass-hole, but she found herself hunching furiously enough to make him pump faster to keep up with her.
She felt his fingers tighten their grip on her hips, heard him groan, then felt his cock jerking erratically and flooding her churning bowels with spurt after spurt of steaming semen. Seconds later she shuddered through a climax and lowered a cheek down on the carpet as Cliff flaked out over her back.
"You're my kind of a girl, Sandy! Young, beautiful and an all-around sex-kitten! We're going to get along just fine even if I find out that you can't cook!"
Sandy didn't say anything and she felt Cliff using the towel as he withdrew his limp cock from her clinging ass-hole. She would go to another city, she thought. New York. Maybe Los Angeles. She couldn't stay in New Orleans, that was for sure. Not with the two tough gangster-types each wanting her to live with him.
Taking the towel and her robe, going to the bathroom, Sandy showered, careful not to get her hair wet, then went to her bedroom and dressed. She put on panties, bra, a summer frock and heels. She brushed her hair, then returned to the living room. Cliff and Phil were there, both dressed, each on a different couch. She hesitated, then picked an easy chair and sat down.
"You look nice," Phil said.
"Yeah," Cliff said. "You're even beautiful with your clothes on!"
Before Sandy could do more than smile, as she meant to thank the men for their compliments, there was the sound of the key being turned in the lock and the door swung inward. Nadine entered, the men stood up and Sandy's heart seemed to do a couple of flip-flops.
Nadine stared, then closed the door behind her. "Hello, Phil-Cliff. What are you studs doing here ? "
"We were sent," Phil said. "You know that and you know why."
"You were stupid to hold out," Cliff said.
Nadine didn't act or look frightened and Sandy wondered if the men had been bluffing, just scaring her so that she would have sex with them.
"I think you fellows had better tell your boss to get his signals straight with his boss before sending you around again," Nadine said, looking at Sandy. "Are you all right, honey?"
"Yes," Sandy said as both men looked at her. "I've been entertaining these gentlemen while they waited for you. They seem to think you broke some kind of a rule."
"I just bent one a little bit," Nadine said, laughing. "I fixed it up with the right person, though and these so-called gentlemen had better believe that. Would you like to make a phone call, Phil? How about you, Cliff?"
"We'll take your word for it," Phil said.
"But we'll be back if you're lying," Cliff said.
"I'm sure you will," Nadine said. "Since you're here you might as well take the money. I'll be right back."
"I don't understand any of this," Sandy said as Nadine hurried from the room.
The two men remained silent and Sandy was sure that each one was afraid she was going to say something he didn't want the other to hear. She felt like saying that she didn't want to see either one of them again, but she decided not to push her luck. It was possible that Nadine was lying and just pulling some kind of a trick to protect herself.
Nadine returned with a large, white envelope, thick with currency that Sandy was sure was protection money. "This is already addressed to the post office box, fellows. It isn't sealed, but I thought I would let you do that. I've included the cut from Sandy's earnings and I don't think it would be much of a gamble for you hard-working studs to take a piece of the pie. Two hundred sounds like a nice round figure, doesn't it?"
"I don't like that kind of talk," Phil said, taking the bulky envelope.
"It could be damned unhealthy for everybody in this room," Cliff said, tapping Phil's shoulder, then moving toward the door.
"We'll turn this dough in within an hour," Phil said, glancing around the room and following Cliff. "All of it!"
The men went out and Nadine slammed the door behind them. She laughed, then said, "Those two jerks have been seeing too many detective stories on television. Or reading too many headlines! They thought the room was bugged and I was trying to frame them. How long have they been here, Sandy?"
"Not very long," Sandy lied, deciding that she wasn't in the mood to go into details about the men's visit. "They kept harping on the fact that you had broke a rule and should have told me the rules. I'm confused, as you must know and they had me frightened for you and for myself."
"There's only one important rule for us call girls," Nadine said. "To operate without harassment or worse, we have to give ten percent of our earnings for protection. Since I've been handling everything for you I saw no reason to fill you in on all the details. I still don't for that matter. Not until you're ready to go it on your own. Are you ready now, honey?"
"I don't think I ever will be," Sandy said. "The more I see and hear, the more I dislike the racket. How do Phil and Cliff and the other people know that you give a full ten percent?"
"They don't," Nadine said. "They have a fairly good idea as to how much we make, of course, but they mostly use fear to keep us in line. Men like Phil and Cliff take care of that. The big shots set a weekly quota at times, but even that is usually lower than my actual take."
"How long do you think it will take for me to pay what I owe you, Nadine?"
"It shouldn't take all that long," Nadine said. "Just be patient and if you still don't like the business within the next few weeks, I'll let you go back home with my blessing. Right now, though, I have some news you should like. We have a date this evening for dinner, dancing, the works."
"No sex?"
"Oh, there will be that kind of fun after a night out on the town, of course, but these two fellows aren't just ordinary clients, Sandy. They're very rich, they're from out of town and we'll be able to gouge some extra money out of them without much trouble."
Sandy sighed. There was no use trying to reason with Nadine. She would just have to bide her time, hoping a miracle would happen to change her sister's greed for money-and in the meantime she would just drift along and satisfy her own greed for sex.
CHAPTER NINE
There was another drastic change in Sandy's young life the next day. A change for which she was thankful and one that made her very happy. Stan Aucoin knocked on the door early in the afternoon and she had never been so glad to see anybody-until she thought of the sad truth that she would have to tell him what she had been doing.
Nadine wasn't in the living room when Sandy opened the door and saw Stan, a wide grin on his handsome face. Her heart pounding, her pulse quickening, she removed the chain and pulled the door open. She had an impulse to throw herself into Stan's arms, she also sensed that he wanted to grab and embrace her, but somehow the seconds passed and they just stood there smiling at each other.
"Hi," he finally said. "How are you, Sandy?"
"Just fine, Stan. How did you find me?"
"Your folks gave me the address," Stan said. "Is it all right if I come in?"
Sandy stepped back. "I'm sorry. I'm so surprised to see you that-well, I just forgot my manners. Come in, Stan."
He entered and sat down on a couch. She closed the door, hesitated, then sat on the couch across from the one he had picked. He was wearing slacks and a sport shirt open at the collar. He was very tan, as he always was except during the short winter months and she couldn't keep from picturing him in brief swim trunks. God, but she wished that she had given herself to him first.
"You look great, Sandy. City life must agree with you. Are you working?"
"I'm still looking," Sandy said, not meeting Stan's dark eyes. "City life's all right, I guess, but I miss being home. It seems as if I've been away for months instead of just days."
"I've missed you," Stan said. "It was like I had lost my right arm or some damn thing. I have a different car. It's a year old, but it's in good shape. It was a birthday present to myself."
"I forgot," Sandy said. "You were twenty-one yesterday, I mean and..."
"I'm glad that you remembered that much," Stan said after Sandy let her words trail off. "I was here last night to see if you would help me celebrate, but I guess you and your sister were both out. I understand that you live with your sister, anyway."
"Yes," Sandy said, wishing that Nadine was out of the apartment right then. "She still looks about the same as she did five years ago."
"I remember how she looked," Stan said. He let out a little chuckle. "I don't mind admitting that I had some very imagine daydreams about her! I understand that she works in an office. She couldn't get you in there?"
"Things are slow all over," Sandy said. "Are you still working with your father?"
"Yes, but I'm getting ready to buy a boat of my own. I never did tell you, as I wanted it to be a surprise, but I've been saving money for over three years. I have enough to make a good down payment on a boat and still have five thousand dollars left over."
"I didn't realize that you were so thrifty," Sandy said, forcing a smile. "Where did you go last night? After you didn't find me here, I mean."
"I have a motel room out on one of the highways. I thought I might stay in the city for a few days. I roamed around last night and had a few beers. Where did you go?"
"Nadine and I went out for dinner. We had dates, actually and we also went dancing."
"I had a chance to score with a couple of girls last night, Sandy, but I just didn't seem to be in the right mood. I was thinking of you, I mean and I guess I'm just tired of settling for what I've always looked upon as second-best."
Sandy didn't know what to say. She didn't know whether she should just go ahead and blurt out a few facts, or try to break the news about her call girl activities more gradually. She did know that she wanted to keep seeing Stan as long as he remained in the city, but she didn't think it would be fair to him to hide the truth.
Nadine entered the living room and Sandy had a chance to temporarily postpone a decision. Stan got to his feet and Nadine stopped just inside the doorway and stared.
"This is Stan Aucoin, Nadine. He's from back home. I guess you remember him, though."
"I'm afraid that I can't," Nadine said, lowering her butt down on the wide arm of an easy chair. She was wearing only a robe and the way she was perched exposed a great deal of flesh. She looked at Sandy without covering her legs and one upper thigh. "Did you invite him here, Sandy?"
Before Sandy could answer, Stan said, "No, she didn't, Nadine and I certainly remember you." He sat back down. "As do many of the older fellows back home. I was always jealous because I was too young for you."
Nadine laughed. "Maybe you should have spoken up and let me know that you were around! I was really free and easy in those days, as the older fellows must have told you, but those happy days are gone forever. What brought you to New Orleans?"
"I wanted to see Sandy," Stan said.
"I don't suppose I can blame you for that," Nadine said. "She is a lovely girl, isn't she? How old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
"He had a birthday yesterday," Sandy said. "Could I be alone with him for a few minutes, Nadine? We have a lot to talk about and I would rather do it in private."
Nadine slipped to her feet and Sandy knew that Stan had gotten a quick glimpse of her sister's dark crotch. "Excuse us, Stan. I want to talk to Sandy before she talks to you. Keep your seat. She will be right back."
Stan had started to get up. He settled back down and Sandy got to her feet. They watched Nadine leave the room. Sandy looked at Stan, managed a weak smile and followed her sister. Maybe Nadine had had a change of heart, she thought. Maybe her sister was going to offer to help keep the sordid facts from Stan.
Nadine had gone to her bedroom and was sitting on the side of the bed, her robe parted all the way down the front. Stopping just inside the doorway, Sandy averted her eyes from the lovely nakedness.
She still hadn't gotten around to telling Nadine about the offers she had received from Phil and Cliff. In the back of her mind there was the thought that she might use one of the men to get out of Nadine's clutches. She wouldn't live with either one of them, of course, but she imagined that a few threats from either Phil or Cliff would cause Nadine to give second thoughts to telling Mama and Papa about the call girl racket.
"That kid's in love with you, Sandy. Did you know that?"
"I wouldn't call Stan a kid, Nadine. I think he always has felt that he loved me, but I doubt that he will even admit it when he finds out what I've been doing."
"Do you think that you love him, Sandy?"
"I guess I do," Sandy said. "Yes, I think I always have and just didn't realize it."
"I can't truthfully say that I know what the kind of love you're talking about is, Sandy. Did I say that right? You know what I mean, anyway and I'll give you a few minutes to get rid of him."
"Why don't you just let me walk out of here with him, Nadine? I won't tell him what you do for a living and I'll just tell him that I've been going all the way with dates you got me. Maybe he would be able to understand and accept that and I'm afraid he won't if he knows the truth."
"I figure that you owe about two years of your time to me, Sandy. Work with me for a couple of years and I'll give you a good stake out of your earnings."
"And you will still tell Mama and Papa if I don't?"
"I'm afraid so, honey. I still feel that you would be stupid to get hooked up with a fisherman and someday you will thank me. Besides, it would be a shame for you to waste your talents on just one young man, no matter how attractive he is."
"You're a dirty bitch, Nadine!"
"Dirty? You know better than that, honey. I guess I am a bitch, but I imagine Stan would feel the same way about you. Why don't you go get him? We'll give him a show and then show him the best time he has ever had in his young life. Hell, we could even put Stan in contact with Fred and enable him to make some good money."
"You really are a character," Sandy said. "Please stay out of the living room until I get rid of Stan. I certainly don't want him to get involved in this madness."
"You should give him a chance to make up his own mind," Nadine said, falling backward on the bed and cupping her jutting breasts. She rubbed her thumbs back and forth across the spiked nipples. "I share my studs with you, honey, so why shouldn't you share yours with me? You heard him practically say that he wanted to bang me when he was just a boy, so why don't you give him a break?"
Sandy turned and fled, Nadine's laughter ringing in her ears. She slowed down as she approached the living room, wondering how she should handle the situation. Maybe she should just send Stan to Nadine and let him find out that way. She could go for a walk. She Was wearing a street dress and sandals-and Stan might even prefer Nadine. He might even want to make the threesome scene, for that matter.
Stan was still sitting where Sandy had left him. He motioned for her to sit beside him. She did, leaving plenty of space between them and he didn't make a move to touch her. She couldn't resist the impulse to glance at his lap. He didn't seem to be physically aroused and she wondered what he would say if she told him that Nadine was waiting in the bedroom, naked and willing to engage in any kind of sexual activities he might like.
Sandy hadn't had to do much to earn her fee the night before. After dinner and dancing at an expensive and well-known night spot, with her only sipping at a couple of drinks, the four of them had gone to the hotel where the two men were staying. They had each had a room. Both men had had far too much to drink. The one Sandy was supposed to entertain sexually had passed out almost as soon as they were alone.
She had undressed him after waiting for a few minutes, curious and also wanting to make it appear that he had gotten his money's worth. She hadn't even removed her own clothes. At one point she had fingered his limp penis to see if he was really out and had decided that he wouldn't even know if he'd had sex or not.
She hadn't become sexually aroused, due mostly to the heated action with Phil and Cliff earlier and she hadn't told Nadine about the man's failure. The other man had apparently been able to perform very well with Nadine, because she had flashed three one hundred dollar bills and said that she'd had to really labor to bring on the second climax the man had demanded.
"I think you know why I'm here, Sandy. You know how I've always felt about you, something tells me that you feel the same way about me and I think it's time we do something about it."
Stan had moved closer to Sandy and put an arm around her. He put his fingers under her chin, turned her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She felt like crying, but she forced a smile and met his glowing dark eyes when he pulled his face back.
"I'm not the same girl you knew during all those wonderful years, Stan. I'm a woman now, I mean and I'm sorry that I didn't give you what I guess I've really wanted for a long, long time."
"Did you have sex with your date last night? Never mind! It isn't any of my business, really and I guess I should have taken what I knew you wanted. I'm perfectly willing to accept you as you are now, Sandy. It isn't as if I've been doing without sex, you know and I want us to start fresh right from this moment."
"I didn't have sex with the man last night, but there were men before him and..."
Stan cut Sandy's words off with his opened mouth. She couldn't keep from returning his passionate kiss and accepting his probing tongue. One of his hands cupped a breast, the other one gently caressed one of her legs and started up under her dress. She pulled her mouth and tongue from his, wishing that Nadine wasn't in the apartment, knowing that if they were alone she wouldn't hesitate to give Stan what they both wanted before telling him what she knew she had to tell.
"You don't understand, honey! I've done some terrible things!"
Stan smiled. "So you've had sex with other men. That has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I've always loved you and I've always sexed it up with other females. That's the first time you've ever called me honey, Sandy and it sounded great. I never was one for the mushy talk, but I think of all kinds of terms of endearment where you're concerned. I always have and I always will."
Sandy pulled away and got to her feet, sure that Nadine would be coming into the room at any moment, not wanting her passion to rage out of control before Stan knew the truth. She went over and sat on the other couch, noticing right away that Stan had crossed his legs.
"I might as well blurt it right out, Stan. Nadine's a call girl, a whore and she has been one since coming to the city. I..."
"I'm not surprised," Stan cut in, glancing around the room. "I know that she was a hot-ass gal before she left home, I can see by this ritzy apartment that she makes big money and I think you've been trying to tell me that she talked you into peddling your ass."
Sandy met Stan's eyes, feeling herself blushing. "You seem very cool and calm about it."
"What am I supposed to do? Rant and rave and storm out of here? I'm not happy about it, but I wouldn't be happy if you had told me that you had some kind of a terminal sickness, either. Not a very good comparison, maybe, but the best I can come up with right now. I wouldn't run out on you if you were sick. Do you love me?"
"I think so," Sandy said. "Yes, I'm sure that I do, Stan, but I couldn't blame you if you were disgusted with me for what I've done."
"I had no strings on you when you left home, Sandy. If you go with me now it would have to be different, of course. I'm not so liberal or jaded that I would want to share you with anybody else."
"I'm glad of that," Sandy said, feeling that things still might work out with Stan even after the poor judgment on her part. She should have let Nadine lie to their parents and then have straightened things out with them.
"How did your sister ever talk you into joining her in the call girl business, Sandy?"
Before Sandy could answer and she had meant to admit that Nadine hadn't really had all that much trouble getting her to become a prostitute, Nadine stepped into the room. Stan looked toward the doorway first, then Sandy saw her sister standing there, a smirk on her pretty features.
"Yes, I've been eavesdropping, but I just had to see if my dear sister was telling the entire truth. I'm still giving you a chance to get rid of your young lover before he finds out everything, Sandy. Oh, I'm not telling you to leave without first sampling Sandy's many charms, Stan. You may stay long enough to eat some pussy and rip off a piece of ass and then I want you out of this apartment."
"When I go, Sandy goes with me," Stan said, getting to his feet. "You do want to go with me, don't you, Sandy?"
"Yes," Sandy said, also standing, looking at her sister, wondering if Stan would still want her after Nadine had told him about the incestuous lesbianism. "Nadine threatened to tell our parents that I was whoring even if I refused. She has never actually given me any of the cash I have earned, though. I can't really blame her for everything, Stan. I wanted to pay her back some of the money she has been sending me."
Nadine slipped out of her robe and tossed it aside. She lifted her hands, briefly cupped her breasts, then slowly slid her caressing fingers down over her belly, around the dark bush and stroked her rounded thighs.
"I'm also available, Stan. Forget this romantic love nonsense and let us both show you a good time. Right, Sandy?"
"Don't do this to me, Nadine! Haven't you done enough? I have a second chance for real happiness and now you're threatening to destroy that. Let us go without any more talk and I'll never tell Mama and Papa about you!"
"You're the one that's worried about Mama and Papa knowing, honey. Hell, I don't give a diddly-damn. I've sent them money, too and they probably wouldn't want to believe you for that reason, anyway. Did you tell Stan that you suck cocks? That you have even been corn-holed?"
"I'm familiar with what she had to do to lower herself to your level," Stan said. "Go get your things, Sandy."
"Sandy enjoyed performing all of the exciting sex acts," Nadine said, moving forward until she was standing directly in front of Stan. He had turned to face the doorway and Sandy could see the front of his pants poking out. "Can you picture your darling Sandy's sweet lips clinging to a hard cock, Stan?"
Nadine moved closer and pressed her lower body against Stan. "Wouldn't you like to give it a go with us both, man? We won't charge you the usual rates, will we, Sandy? Do you think you could afford about five dollars, fisherman? The regular price is a hundred bucks, but we'll fuck and suck practically for love."
"I wouldn't give you two bits," Stan said. He looked over at Sandy. "Go get your clothes before I lose my temper and slap the shit out of your silly sister!"
Nadine also looked at Sandy. "You had better think it over carefully before you leave here with this wise-ass bastard, Sandy. I won't say another word if you promise not to go with him. I'll even leave the room and let him stay long enough for him to get his nuts off twice."
"Say what you want to," Sandy said, feeling tears forming in her eyes. "I will have to tell him sooner or later, anyway and we might as well see what his reaction is going to be now. I'm leaving with or without Stan, though and I'll just have to try and explain to our parents the best I can."
"What the hell is the big mystery?" Stan asked, holding his hands well away from Nadine's naked body. "What are you afraid to tell me, Sandy? Don't tell me that you got into serious trouble with the law or something like that."
"We put on shows for our customers," Nadine said. "We kiss, rub our cunts together and embrace in the sixty-nine position. Would you like to see an exhibition of lesbianism? Take your clothes off, Sandy and I'll get lover-boy ready. Not that he isn't ready now! How big is your hard cock, Stan? Let me set it free. I just might give you a blow-job to get things started!"
Nadine had stepped backward a short distance and grabbed Stan's thrusting cock through his clothes with one hand while searching for the zipper tab with the fingers of her other hand. Stan put his hands on her shoulders, pushed, she staggered backward, lost her balance and landed on her ass.
Nadine glared. "I'll have you worked over for that, you-you stupid jerk! I'll make you wish that you had never been born!"
"You had better be thankful that I'm not a man of violence," Stan said calmly. "However, if you try to get up off your lovely ass before we get out of here I just might fix your pretty face so that your Johns will have to put a sack over your head to have the stomach to prong you. You had better hurry, Sandy. I don't claim to have unlimited self-control where sex is concerned."
Nadine laughed, lowered her back and shoulders down on the carpet, spread her long legs wide and began fondling her jutting breasts. Sandy ran from the room, hoping that Nadine wouldn't carry out her threat to have Stan worked over. Her sister could probably have it done easily enough and she would have to get Stan out of town right away.
It didn't take Sandy long to throw her things into her suitcase. She took only what she had brought with her, not wanting the clothes Nadine had bought for her, thinking that she hadn't really gained anything except a great deal of sexual experience during her short career as a call girl.
Sandy wouldn't have been surprised at anything that might have been going on when she returned to the living room. After all, she thought, her sister was a very attractive female and Stan had had a hard-on. She knew that she would have been jealous, but she also knew that she wouldn't have really blamed him if he had given way to his natural desires.
But Stan was still standing where he had been when Sandy had left just minutes before. He was staring down at Nadine, though-and his cock was still straining against his pants. Sandy briefly wondered just how big his penis was; and she felt a surge of excitement as she thought about the wonderful truth that she was going to have the big cock to enjoy before much more time had passed.
Nadine was still on her back, the fingers of one hand stimulating an elongated nipple, her other hand between her widespread legs, a finger slowly moving in and almost out of her clinging pussy. Her eyes were wide open and gleaming and there was a smile on her pretty, passion-contorted features.
"Stan's a very foolish and stubborn young man, Sandy. Maybe you can talk some sense into him. If you're determined to leave, why not make the scene with me one more time? You owe me that much, at least and just think how wonderful it would be for the three of us to suck and fuck whenever we were in the mood. Stan could live with us, I mean and I'll get him a job with the escort service. How would you like that, lover? You could fuck us for free and make big money fucking other hot-ass females!"
Stan looked at Sandy, his handsome face flushed. "I have the willpower to leave if you do, Sandy. I'll leave the decision up to you."
Sandy didn't hesitate. She still had the suitcase in one hand. She hurried to the door, opened it and went out. Stan was right behind her, closing the door with one hand, taking the suitcase from Sandy with his other hand.
Glancing down at the big bulge in his pants, she said, "If you want me to wait in the car for a few minutes I will."
"Don't tempt me, Sandy! And don't give me credit for strength I might not have!"
"I think you have enough strength for both of us," she said softly.
Stan didn't say anything and they hurried to his car. Sandy's panty-crotch was damp and she hoped that it wasn't far to the motel room.
CHAPTER TEN
"Do you think you can get along without other men, Sandy?"
"Yes," Sandy said, glancing at Stan. His eyes were straight ahead and it was the first time the silence had been broken since the brief exchange of words outside the apartment. They had been riding for maybe ten minutes and Sandy had been lost in her thoughts, happy to be with Stan, but a little worried about the future.
He seemed to be very understanding and forgiving at the moment, but she was afraid that he would change if she remained with him for any length of time. No matter how much she might deserve it, she didn't think she could take it if he were to start looking down on her and maybe even call her names. The truth could hurt like hell and she didn't want to live with a man who scorned her. She guessed that Stan meant to stay with her...
"How about females?" Stan asked, still not looking at Sandy. "Can you get along without them?"
"Yes and I'll never get over feeling shame where that kind of sex is concerned. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been with my own sister."
"I've been with two girls at the same time, Sandy. I can't say that I really understand the gay stuff, but I found it exciting and stimulating to watch. You'll never know just how close I was to making the threesome scene with you and Nadine. If I didn't love you I would have jumped at the chance. If I didn't want to marry you I guess I would have suggested that we stay, anyway."
"That's the first time you have mentioned marriage," Sandy said, wondering why she didn't feel any special happiness. But what if they weren't compatible in a sexual way? Such a thing was possible-
"Maybe it's a little premature to ask you to marry me, Sandy, but I have had it in mind ever since I can remember. Sex is very important in a marriage, but there are also many other important things. It's a sad truth that a couple can't stay in the sack all the time. Will you let me try to convince you that we should get married?"
"I don't think that will be very difficult," Sandy said, meeting Stan's glowing eyes. "How long before the convincing is going to start?"
"The motel's just ahead," Stan said, chuckling. "I registered as a man and his wife when I checked in. How's that for confidence!"
"What if I hadn't agreed to come with you?"
"I've never had any trouble getting a girl," Stan said. "I guess I would have settled for somebody else as I have been doing."
"I really am sorry about everything, Stan."
"Don't worry about it," Stan said. "I have the feeling everything is going to work out just fine from here on out."
"I hope you're right," Sandy said, mentally crossing her fingers. It was about time things started working out right for her, she thought. Maybe she had brought on all of the problems herself, but that didn't make them any less painful.
Soon Stan pulled the car into the motel courtyard, parked and took Sandy's suitcase from the back seat. They got out of the car in silence and Sandy felt her legs trembling as Stan unlocked the door. Inside, the door closed, they went into each other's arms. They kissed passionately and Sandy felt Stan's cock lifting again.
Stan broke the tongue-lashing kiss and gently pushed her away. "We've waited this long, honey, so I guess we can wait a little longer and take our clothes off."
"Do you know what you called me ? " she asked happily.
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "I guess you'll have me coming on with all kinds of mushy talk."
Sandy didn't answer. She was too busy taking her clothes off. Stan began shucking out of his clothes and they turned it into a race. It was a tie and they embraced, kissed and tumbled onto the bed. Saying that he couldn't wait any longer, then laughing low in his throat and adding that he just might shoot off on the clean sheet, Stan positioned himself and his huge, erect cock between Sandy's eagerly parted legs.
Grasping the hot and smooth hardness to do the guiding, Sandy knew that it was the biggest organ she had ever felt or seen. He lowered slowly when she removed her fingers, though and she had no trouble adjusting to the big cock as it slowly penetrated her quivering cunt.
Sensing that Stan was fighting for control, Sandy didn't move a muscle, either outwardly or inwardly, as he held himself and his giant cock perfectly still when they were coupled with him balls deep. He had placed his head beside hers. She could feel her stiff nipples pushing into his muscular chest. She was very passionate, but she wasn't in any hurry to start the dash to fulfillment. It was enough for the moment just to be there with the young man she knew she had always loved and have his wonderful cock buried deep in her steaming cunt.
Slipping his hands down to Sandy's hips, Stan began slow and steady thrusts. She moved with him, her knees lifted, her heels digging into the mattress. She caressed his smooth back and shoulders, glad he wasn't hairy, thrilling to the way his big joystick was slipping in and almost out of her succulent pussy.
Stan didn't last all that long, but he did fuck her longer than Sandy thought he would be able to the first time. She was well on the way to an orgasm when he quickened the tempo of his strokes. She matched the faster pace and started rotating her ass to add to his pleasure and to her own.
He slipped his hands on under and clasped her ass. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and locked her ankles. His breathing was loud in her ear. One of his fingers slipped into her crack and caressed her sensitive ass-hole. She moaned and wriggled her ass faster. His finger didn't penetrate her anal opening, but somehow that turned her on even more.
Stan lifted his head, his dark eyes glazed with passion. "Are you ready, honey?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, darling, yes!"
He kissed her passionately, not faltering in his masterful strokes and she returned his kiss just as passionately. But he soon pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and gazed into her eyes.
"It's even better than I dreamed it would be, Sandy."
"It is for me, too," she whispered.
He tensed, then began pumping his prick with short, fast thrusts. She felt his big cock jerk and she melted into a blissful orgasm as the hot jism shot out and sprayed her clasping cunt. He continued to fuck her until she stopped moving and his cock was still hard and buried deep in her flooded palpitating pussy.
"One little old ejaculation couldn't possibly take all the starch out of my pecker," he said, grinning. "Not the first time with you, anyway." He was braced on his hands and arms. He kissed her lips lightly. "You're beautiful even when your face is twisted with passion, Sandy; I'm not going to make an excuse for being so fast. It seemed that I had been carrying that load for years. Crazy, huh?"
"I don't think so," Sandy said. "I know what you mean, Stan and I only wish that you had been my first. And the only one, for that matter."
"That last part would be a little sad," Stan said. "Meaning that I wouldn't want anybody going through life and having only one sex partner. I hope that you will be satisfied with just me from now on, though, because I'm ready to settle down. I think I proved that when I didn't prong Nadine."
"I think it's wonderful that you can be so--so forgiving, Stan."
"What is there to forgive? After all, I've been banging just about anything with a hole for years. Besides, we shouldn't have to go through what so many couples have to go through. Most have to kind of feel each other out, I mean and find out how far they can go with each other. You know what I mean, don't you?"
"I think so," Sandy said. "You must mean that since we're both sexually uninhibited we don't have to be backward and bashful about enjoying all the acts that some couples apparently never get around to even trying."
"You do know what I meant," Stan said, smiling and withdrawing his hard and wet cock. He flopped over on his back. "Do a good job in the bathroom, honey."
Sandy cupped her crotch with one hand, sat upright, twisted around and scooted her ass to the side of the bed. Standing, her hand still firmly in place, she hurried to the adjoining bathroom, eager to get back to Stan and his big, beautiful cock.
She took the time necessary to make herself clean and fresh, happy because Stan was willing to perform cunnilingus, but more eager right then to go down on him. She took a towel and a wet washcloth when she returned to the bedroom.
Stan was still on his back, his hands clasped behind his head, his big cock still jutting toward the ceiling. Sandy got on the bed and lovingly cleaned the giant organ. She then leaned over and planted a kiss on the blunt end.
"Just how long is this big beauty, Stan? I've never seen a cock this huge before. Except in pictures, of course."
"It's just a fraction over nine inches in that state," Stan said. "Not that I've really measured it since I was about seventeen."
"I think we had better measure it again some time," Sandy said, wrapping her fingers as far as she could around the stiff shaft and slowly moving them up and down. "I think it has grown longer than when you were seventeen, I mean and it makes me a little angry with myself when I think that we could have been doing this back then."
"You were a little too young when I was seventeen," Stan said. "Big enough maybe, but I'm glad I didn't fuck you then. I guess I should have said, I'm glad you didn't let me. I didn't even try until you were at least sixteen, though, did I?"
"No," Sandy said, her eyes on Stan's hard prick and her slowly moving fist. "If I had it to do over, I would let you do anything you wanted to do."
"I never had a great desire to get a cherry," Stan said. "Not like some men. Maybe I didn't want the responsibility, but it was also because I always thought it would be a little messy. I never have liked the idea of inflicting pain, either. Actually, I've always made it with older girls and women. Did it hurt much when you made it the first time, Sandy? Look at me. I think we should speak freely about everything now and in the future."
Sandy met Stan's eyes. "There wasn't much pain," she said. "If I had probed just a little deeper with my finger while masturbating I could have easily destroyed the thin barrier myself. Do you masturbate when there isn't a mouth or a pussy to put this big thing in?"
Stan laughed, then said, "Yes and without any feelings of shame or guilt, honey. I will say that I want it to be a female-mouth on my cock, though. And only yours from now on."
"Then you must think I'm terrible for going the gay route."
"I didn't say that, Sandy. I've let a few males blow me and even enjoyed getting my gun in that manner. I never had the desire or the wish to experiment further, though. I just don't happen to like to touch, or to be touched by, a man. I'm not putting you down for anything you have done. Hell, if I even thought I had a secret desire to have all-out sex with another male, I would probably give it a try just to settle my curiosity. Now why don't we stop talking while you do what we both want you to do? Without feelings of shame or guilt, of course!"
Sandy moved until she was crouched between Stan's muscular legs, her fingers still grasping his throbbing cock. She felt that his words had been mostly to make her feel less shame for what she had done with her sexy sister, but she liked the idea that they could speak freely with each other. She also appreciated his kindness and loved him more for it. She knew that she loved him for far more than the wonderful sexual pleasures they could share-and she hoped that love would last forever and ever.
She leaned over and took the swollen glans into her mouth. She felt her cheeks bulging with the big knob, but she managed to get her tongue in on the intimate erotic act. Stan didn't lurch upward, but she heard his soft little gasp, and while sucking and twirling her tongue, looked up to meet his gleaming eyes.
Winking one eye, she then turned all of her attention to sucking his wonderful cock. She didn't think he even wanted to climax right away, but that didn't stop her from trying to make the sperm spurt. Not, she thought happily, that there wouldn't be many chances from then on for her to suck his big cock all the way off.
Stan didn't try to hunch upward and poke more of his pulsing organ into her greedily sucking mouth. Nor did he put his hands on her head even when she began taking more and more of the hard flesh and muscle, driving the swollen glans deep into her throat on each downward movement.
She enjoyed herself tremendously, far more than she ever had before when sucking a cock, and she knew that was because her emotions were involved. The same had been true while Stan had been fucking her, she thought, as she finally stopped sucking to rest her jaws.
"Let me take a turn while you're resting," Stan said, removing his hands from behind his head. "I'll have at least two more loads before I have to call it quits for a few hours."
Sandy stretched out on her back. Stan straddled her and went directly to her jutting, hard-nippled breasts with his mouth and with his hands. He tongued and feasted upon one big, spiked mound, using his caressing fingers to cram more and more of the firm flesh into his mouth, sucked greedily, then went to her other throbbing tit. After lavishing his oral attentions upon both tingling mounds he trailed down across her trembling belly with his moistly parted lips and his darting tongue.
He jabbed his tongue around and in her shallow navel. Her ass had started squirming against the mattress even before he had left her titties. She parted her legs and lifted her buttocks inches from the bed. He moved until his knees were between her legs, his hands on her hips. She moaned and settled her ass back down on the mattress. He went to her inner thighs, kissing and licking one and then the other and she couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers through his soft, dark hair.
Stan parted her hair-lined cuntal lips with his thumbs and blew his warm breath directly on the folds of tender flesh. She gasped and dug her fingers into his scalp. He buried his face, his lips pressing close and slithered his tongue into her cunt.
She clutched at his head. "Yes, darling, yes!"
Stan's head began to bob, his breath making hissing sounds as he swabbed the walls of her cunt with his tongue. Sandy clamped her thighs against his smoothly shaven cheeks and arched upward. His hands slipped under and grabbed her wriggling ass and squeezed while he kept right on reaming her tingling twat with his tongue. She moaned and bit down on her full lower lip with her upper teeth to keep from crying out with pleasure as she bucked and lurched wildly.
Stan's tongue finally went to Sandy's distended clit. He lapped that sensitive organ and then sucked the bump of tingling flesh into his hot mouth. Tonguing and sucking furiously, he again caressed her puckered ass-hole with a finger without actually penetrating that sensitive orifice.
Sandy shuddered, tensed and started to cum. She was enveloped in a melting, bursting, clenching sensation that roared and soared throughout her entire feverish body. She almost passed out, the thrilling pleasure was so intense. She became aware that the lips and tongue had been removed from her quivering cunt and that Stan was struggling to free his head from between her tightly clamped thighs. She removed her clutching fingers from his head and forced herself to relax, thankful that Stan was an expert at the intimate act she enjoyed so very much.
Stan lifted his face and his dark eyes were glowing. He licked his wet lips and smiled. "You really go for the cunt-lapping bit, don't you, honey? That's just fine, because I'll always gladly take care of you like that when I possibly can't do so with my cock."
"You make me feel like some kind of a sex-nut," Sandy said, watching as Stan lifted and stretched out beside her, his cock poking proudly.
"I want a hot-ass girl for my wife," Stan said. "I'm not exactly a cool character and I think we're about evenly matched in the sex department. Will you marry me, Sandy?"
Sandy lifted, turned and kissed the handsome young man she truly loved. "Gladly," she whispered. "When? Where?"
"I've been thinking that we could just travel around for a few weeks," Stan said. "I have plenty of money and we might have a kind of combination vacation and honeymoon. I figure that I rate a trip away from the bayou country and we don't even have to settle down there if you don't want to."
"I think I would rather go back home later, Stan. We had a happy childhood and I think I would like to raise our children in the same surroundings."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Stan said. "About having kids and everything, I mean and I thought we could get married in Nevada. Unless you want to go home and have a big wedding, of course."
"I feel married already," Sandy said. "I just want a simple ceremony. Mostly to make it legal for the three children I want." She smiled. "I would just as soon wait a couple of years before we start a bigger family, though."
"That's a good idea," Stan said. "I have something very important to tell you, Sandy."
Puzzled, Sandy stared, thinking that Stan was going to tell her something that would somehow spoil her newly-found happiness. "I'm listening," she said.
"I have very sensitive nipples," Stan said, chuckling.
Sighing with relief, Sandy lowered her mouth to Stan's nearest nipple. The nub hardened under her jabbing tongue and she got her lips around the surprisingly big bump of stiff flesh. She got a big bang out of tonguing and sucking the erect nipple and stimulated the other one in the same manner before trailing down to Stan's thrusting cock.
She got between his legs again and licked up and down on the underside of the rigid shaft. The ready male odor really turned her on and she went down and began licking his heavy balls. He moved helpfully, obviously pleased and she managed to suck a nut into her mouth. She did the same with the other testicle, careful not to do any damage and then licked back up the poking shaft to the blood-engorged glans.
Again she took the big knob into her mouth and sucked, thrilling to the act and to the idea that the lovely cock belonged to the man she loved. She took the glans deep, working her throat muscles around the hard flesh, trying for the spurting reward she wanted so very much.
Finally, after about three minutes, Stan said, "it's going to take quite a while for me to cum, honey. Why don't you take a ride?"
Ready to rest her jaws again, as well as being ready to go for another climax, Sandy pulled her clinging lips from Stan's turgid tool. She quickly straddled him, a knee on each side of his chest and he put his legs together. She put one hand under and placed the saliva-coated cockhead between her gaping and quivering cuntal lips, slowly lowered and speared the thick and stiff shaft up into her clasping cunt.
Her upper body was upright and she put her hands on her thighs to help with the bouncing movement she started by springing up and down on her folded legs. She liked the position very much. She was in complete control, she could set her own pace and it added to her pleasure when Stan reached up and fondled her hard-nippled titties.
Stan told her that he could hold back until she made it, then if she wanted to she could finish him off with her mouth. She was well on her way to an orgasm and when she heard his words she began bouncing faster. She was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep from ejaculating when she spasmed and she was too far along to stop the race toward her own melting release.
After she had bounced her way through a delightful spasmodic orgasm, however, his big cock was still rock-hard and loaded. She lifted and quickly moved lower on the bed and between his legs, afraid" his throbbing cock would shoot off before she could get into position to perform fellatio.
Grasping the thick base of the wet, ramrod-stiff shaft with a thumb and forefinger, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the slippery crown. The taste of her own juices added to her passion and she sucked greedily, concentrating on the swollen glans, jabbing the tip of her tongue into the slit from which she knew the hot cream would soon be erupting.
Sandy had a very pleasant and welcome surprise. Stan told her that he could last long enough for her to twist around so that they could try a sixty-nine. Still holding the big knob in her mouth, but not sucking, she walked around on her knees until she could straddle his head.
Stan grasped an ass-cheek with each hand and tugged her steaming cunt down to his opened mouth. When he shoved his tongue into her quivering pussy and began lapping her stiffened clitoris, she began sucking his cockhead again. He moved one of his fingers into her juicy cunt without stopping his greedy lapping and the sucking he had started, then placed the slippery digit against her tingling anus.
Sandy hunched against Stan's finger to let him know that she wanted her anal opening penetrated. He took the hint and she moaned around his pulsing cockhead as his finger was inserted into her clinging ass-hole. Just a few in and almost out thrusts triggered her release. While she was writhing passionately, she sucked furiously and his big cock jerked erratically, spraying her tonsils with gob after gob of hot semen.
Gulping down the thick cream, Sandy kept on sucking and swallowing until the last tasty drop was drained and Stan's cock lost most of its hardness. God, what a truly wonderful experience, Sandy thought as they slowly pulled away from each other and she rolled over on her side. How lucky she was to have such an understanding, uninhibited young man for her future husband!
Quickly recovering, she twisted back around and they pressed their wet lips together in a tender kiss. They then rested in silence, side by side, and Sandy didn't have to be told that Stan's happiness matched her own.
"We'll take a little nap and then go eat in the restaurant," Stan finally said. "I thought we could stay here tonight and start out for Nevada tomorrow. How does that sound, honey?"
"Great," Sandy said, not really sleepy, but glad to take a break from the sexual activities.
"There's one thing we haven't tried," Stan said. "Maybe my cock's too big for you, though. I have no big thing about corn-holing, but I wanted you to know that I have nothing against the act."
Sandy saw that Stan had another hard-on. She fleetingly wondered if she was going to have trouble satisfying him. That would be an unexpected switch, she thought. But she wasn't all that tired and she did want to give ass-fucking a try with his big beauty.
"Now?" she asked. "Or after we take a nap?"
He laughed. "I don't think I can go to sleep like this!"
Laughing with him, passionately excited again, Sandy started to get on her hands and knees. He stopped her by saying that he wanted her to stay on her back. She did, watching as he got between her legs and placed a pillow under her buttocks. He moved the pillow around until he had her ass tilted at what he seemed to think was the right angle, then grinned and eased his poking prick into her succulent pussy.
After a few thrusts into her cunt he pulled his cock out and placed the wet knob against her puckered ass-hole. She relaxed when he pushed and only let out a little gasp when the big cockhead slipped past the tight elastic ring. He wanted to know if she was all right and she said that she was. He began easing the thick shaft into the clinging, yielding and very tight tunnel inch by painful inch.
Sandy gritted her teeth and clutched at the sheet with her fingers until the pain turned into a dull ache and then the ache gave way to the expected warm glow. She smiled when the big cock was all the way in and told her young lover to pour the meat to her. He did and even as she lost herself in passion she silently gave thanks for the love she had found and that she was confident would never end.
