"A wrathful men stirreth up strife; but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife," says the Bible. And ever since the Bible, books of remarkable diversity have advised against becoming or remaining angry. Even Thomas De Quincey, in his Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, published over a hundred years ago, said: "Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. Call for the grandest of all human sentiments, what is that? It is that man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep."
These are noble-sounding ideas, but modern psychologists have raised serious questions about the entire subject. Anger and hostility, the experts now feel, are emotions that are entirely normal for every human being, and things that should be released rather than bottled up or forgotten.
In an important new book, Intimacy: Sensitivity, Sex, and the Art of Love, authors Gina Allen and Clement G. Martin, M.D., state: "Recognizing that one is capable of hostility is part of understanding and accepting the self. All of us-men and women-are naturally capable of hate. If these had not been part of our ancestors' natures we wouldn't be here. For aggression is necessary to reach a goal and that goal could be the preservation of life itself. Hostility is a natural reaction to interference with the drive to reach a goal. By sending emergency messages from the brain through the body it prepares us physically for greater effort.
"That's one reason why it is so important that we express hostility when we feel it. Otherwise the body is kept constantly on the alert, with no relaxing relief and all sorts of disabling consequences, from headaches to ulcers to high blood pressure.
"It's helpful to say, 'I'm mad!' and then to do something about it. Sometimes all you can do is kick or pound a sofa or a bed. Or bat at a tennis ball, or knock a golf ball around the fairway, or hurl a bowling ball down the alley. These activities get rid of the extra fighting power our anger has generated in our bodies. But they don't put a faltering relationship on its feet again.
"To do that you have to be able to say to your intimate partner, 'I'm mad and ready to fight.' But be sure you know why you're mad so you can communicate it to him honestly. Too often we explode with an anger which we haven't traced to its source. Then expressing this emotion can be destructive. A husband opens a bill and screams in rage, 'I'm mad because you're the most extravagant woman in town. I should have known you would be. Your mother spoiled you rotten and drove your father to the poorhouse. Is that what you're trying to do to me? Well, I won't take it!'
"He's getting rid of his hostilities, but in the process he'd wounding his wife and chipping away at their marriage. Had he taken time to analyze why he was really angry he would be able to say, 'I'm mad because you charged five hundred dollars' worth of clothes at the dress shop when you know I am so worried about our finances that I haven't even bought a new overcoat, which I need much more than you need dresses.'
"With that statement he begins to rid himself of his anger and makes her aware of the reasons for it, without stripping her of her dignity or undermining their relationship...."
Some people, of course, find it practically impossible to analyze their own emotions as well as is described here. Such a person is Elsie, the unfortunate protagonist of When She Was Wild..., this perceptive novel by a new writer, D. V. Holloway. Elsie goes "wild" in two senses in the course of the story: "wild"-promiscuous sexually-after the failure of her marriage, which happens largely because she was "wild"-angry-at her husband to begin with and never fully recognized what was happening to her.
Elsie came from a poverty-stricken family and married Harold Levenson when he was a poor but struggling sales clerk. Harold was determined to make a fortune, and Elsie set about helping him do so. They worked together and after a time were well on the road to riches, putting enormous effort into two very different businesses: insurance and antiques. Their work was highly cooperative, and their marriage appeared to be an ideal partnership in every sense.
Underneath the surface, however, Elsie secretly resented the fact that she was shouldering half of the burden but was getting little of the credit. Her anger and hostility remained buried until the critical turning point, which came when she had to make an important sale for Harold by giving her body to another man. And although she found that this act was far from being physically repugnant, the necessity of it added fuel to the fire within her.
Mr. Holloway does not dwell heavy-handedly on Elsie's psychological motivations, but tells a fast-paced and entertaining story. There is no doubt, however, that her experiences would make a fascinating case history for any psychologist or psychiatrist. If she had been able to obtain help, of course, her story would have been entirely different. As it is, it can provide a valuable lesson for any husband or wife-or any human being who has ever felt angry or hostile. And who among us has not?
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
By early December Boston got as cold as a Salem witch's tit. Up on Beacon Hill, in the rich homes, the children snuggled warmly under down comforters, listening to the hissing of the steam heat in the radiators, as the furnaces that had been banked for the night roared to greet another chill gray day. Butlers and maids stoked the Franklin stoves in the fireplaces with scuttles of soft coal which kindled quickly while they drew tubs of steaming hot water for their charges' morning baths. Down in the kitchens the cooks brewed pots of bubbling oatmeal and hot chocolate while fresh biscuits and muffins baked in the oven and bacon sizzled in the pan. The children needed a breakfast that would "stick to their ribs" before they got into the warm car and were chauffeured to a comfortable private school. Winter in Massachusetts required a lot of wealth to be physically bearable.
Over on the hungry side of town where the Poles, Czechs, and Germans shivered in their un-heated, walk-up cold-water tenement flats, whose unrealistically high rents provided their owners with the major source of their wealth, winter was looked upon more as God's annual proof of the existence of purgatory.
In one such top-floor railroad flat, Elsie Brand was awakened by the raucous ringing of the ancient dollar alarm clock with the two big nickel-plated bells on top of the round case that stood on three legs and a matchbox. The fourth leg had broken off before she was born. She dreaded emerging from the comparative warmth and comfort of her bed. During the night, her body heat had built up beneath the two thin cotton blankets with the layers of newspapers she had tucked between them for insulation. It was still dark outside as she stepped onto the icy bare floor. She slept in her underwear and long woolen stockings under her flannel nightgown. She rushed into her clothes and made her way to the chipped kitchen sink to wash her face and brush her teeth. Kitchens also doubled as bathrooms in these buildings. The only other plumbing facilities were a single toilet bowl, with no seat, in a closet off the hallway near the top of the stairs. It was shared by the four families on the floor.
"Hell, the damned pipes are frozen again," she muttered.
She would take her toothbrush and toothpaste to school and use the girls' room there, as she did so many mornings each winter. At the moment she had a more immediate worry. She had to pee so bad she knew that she could never hope to hold it until she reached school. The public toilet in the hallway was out of the question for her. It was always the first thing to freeze up, making flushing impossible. It would be full to overflowing by now. The last time she had tried to use it, the sight and odor of all that human waste had made her wretch and she had thrown up all over her shoes.
"To hell with it. I'll pee in the sink. Maybe if everybody in the building did, it might thaw out the drainpipes!"
She pulled the old kitchen chair over in front of the sink. Standing on it, she raised her skirts and dropped her panties. With a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and lowered her sensitive young buttocks down onto the icy rim and let fly with a noisy, splashing stream of hot urine. The steam that rose from the cold iron basin provided the only heat the apartment had known this day.
Back in her room, Elsie stared out listlessly through the filthy windowpane. Beyond the waterfront warehouses, somewhere way out over the murky Atlantic, the sun rose like a dimly illuminated sphere of ice plucked from the Arctic Ocean. It gave a few minutes of cold gray light which glistened through the long icicles hanging like crystal daggers from the old brownstone cornice above the window. All too soon even this light was blotted out by the dense mixture of fog and heavy layer of coal smoke.
Returning to the kitchen, she was not surprised to find the milk, bread, and butter all frozen solid. She could light the old gas oven and thaw them out enough to eat. They did that all winter but somehow she just didn't feel up to it. She would just as soon get to school a little earlier. She was usually the first to arrive. Elsie actually enjoyed school. It was the only part of her life that was warm and comfortable and in nice surroundings during the long winter months.
Feeling around the old round oak table top, her fingers located the three quarters that her father always left for her bus fare and lunch money. Carl Brand had to leave the apartment a little after five each morning to open McSorley's Irish Castle where he was the daytime bartender. He liked to get in a little early to put on an extra urn of coffee for the large demand for Irish Coffee that began a little after six each morning as the ward heelers of Boston's Irish Mafia gathered each morning to resume a seemingly endless discussion of Bean Town politics which they controlled. Carl had long ago stopped listening to the constant pointless discussions as to whether Curley and Hurley should succeed each other for another term as mayor. He realized that the little men at McSorley's had nothing to do with the political decisions. They were merely protecting their egos until the word came down from the hill as to what they should make their people believe next.
Elsie made her way to the door. There was no point to locking it since surely no self-respecting burglar would work this neighborhood. She crept down the five flights of creaky bare stairs. On each landing the sickening odor of excrement assailed her nostrils and she fought down nausea. The little closets on each floor's landing became stronger and stronger in their fecal fragrance. The plumbing was frozen up real good this time.
Emerging onto the street through the old frosted-glass front door and down the brownstone steps onto the snow-caked broken pavement, she took the first deep breath she had allowed herself since opening their apartment door. The cold air bit into her nostrils and lungs like acid.
On the pavement, children in scarlet caps and mittens tied to their coat sleeves leaned into the chill wind, while mufflers knitted by loving grandmothers blew out behind them like banners. The house had been cold, but the street was colder. Elsie hated every moment of it with a purple passion as she slipped and skidded her way the five blocks to the bus stop.
Aboard the bus, the dirty old men who worked at the Navy Yard and their longshoremen friends delighted in rubbing up against the young girls. Elsie was one of their prime targets since she had the dual advantage of well-developed breasts and a thin coat. As they rubbed up against her, their frosty breath reeked of garlic and beer. Also, the winter was not yet old enough for the odor of mothballs to have fully escaped the wool coats which always smelled like a wet sheep dog, anyway. These, plus the unspeakable stench of the tenement hallways and stairwell, constituted the smells of poverty. For the hundredth time, Elsie vowed that as soon as she was old enough to get out on her own she would escape this stench of being poor and never be cold or hungry again. Inwardly, she related to Scarlett O'Hara who had made a similar promise to herself a hundred years earlier. She smiled at the thought that at least the O'Haras, living in the South, didn't have to bring in the brass monkey every winter!
By mid-February, Elsie felt that this was the longest and most severe winter she had ever known. As a little girl she'd taken it better, but now, blossoming noticeably into womanhood, the cold had become a physical pain. The chilled nipples of her fully developed young breasts rubbed against the cotton of her too small brassiere until they felt as though they had been sandpapered. The cold seemed to penetrate her loins and settle in her ovaries, of which she was becoming increasingly aware. Often at night, after she had fingered herself to warmth and sleep, she dreamed that some sadistic torturer had shoved a huge icicle up her vagina and sewn it up inside her until she was frozen to the very core of her womanhood.
A number of the boys at school had made passes at her. Some were pretty subtle; some very crude. Elsie felt no great moral compunction against sex. As far as she was concerned, morals were a luxury that seemed reserved for the rich. She had a perfectly normal girlish curiosity about how it might feel to have a boy's hard, hot penis inside of her. Her main interest was in speculating to just what degree a boy's immersion heater might thaw out her chilled insides. She had pretty much reached the decision that she would give it a try with the next fellow who made a halfway decent approach.
Joe Friedman had been staring at Elsie for a long time now. He had a real case of the hots for her well-developed body. Joe was a couple of years older than the rest of the class. Someone said that he had lost a lot of time in grammar school, due to severe illnesses, and was therefore two years behind most pupils of his own age.
Elsie had noticed Joe, too. She occasionally wondered since whether, he was bigger than the other guys, he might have a bigger penis that could warm up more of her insides. She knew that Joe lived alone with his father in a little room in back of the second-hand clothing store that his father owned. Most of her wardrobe had come from there. She was aware of Joe's interest in her. She had caught him staring at her boobs a number of times in class. She wasn't too surprised when he came over and sat next to her in the cafeteria this bitterly cold Thursday and asked, "Whatcha doin' after school today, Elsie?"
"I dunno. Nothin' special, I guess. Why?" She did not want to seem too interested but, even now, she was aware of little twitching sensations deep down in her crotch.
"Well, I've got a proposition for you," he stammered.
Here it comes! she thought, feeling the dampness in her panties as her eager young pussy drooled in anticipation of needed attention.
Getting neither encouragement nor discouragement from the girl, Joe continued, "Well, it's like this. Dad's gone to New York for a couple of days on a buying trip. I hafta watch the store. When I'm there alone and more than one customer comes in, I can't watch them both, and there's a lot of shoplifting goes on. We expect it in our kinda business but we try to keep it to a minimum. Dad said if I wanted to get one of the other kids to work with me after school I could pay them a dollar a day outta the register. I think he had in mind another guy, but he'd never know. Whadda say? Want the job?"
"Sure, Joe. I'll be happy to help you. Do we go right to the shop from school?"
"Yeah. Then we work till seven. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Meetcha on the front steps at three o'clock."
Back in class, Elsie experienced mixed emotions. She was disappointed that Joe's proposition had not been the one she had hoped for, but she was delighted at the prospect of getting a whole dollar. Even better almost, she knew that the little shop was kept as warm as toast to encourage the customers to try on clothes.
When they reached the shop, Joe unlocked the back door and led Elsie directly into the tiny living quarters. A small kerosene heater in the middle of the floor provided blessed heat. Joe put a kettle of water on top of the heater and said they'd have tea as soon as the water boiled. Then she followed him as she turned on the lights in the store, unlocked the door, and turned over the sign so that the "Open" side faced the street.
"You keep an eye on the shop while I hang up my school clothes and put on my working outfit. If anyone comes in, tell them I'll be with them in a moment."
He disappeared into the back room. Elsie knew that he was taking off his clothes. She was dying to peek in through the curtain and see if she could check out his equipment. She could feel her snatch getting sticky at the mere thought of a boy undressing within a few yards of her aching need for male flesh. She wondered what he would say and do if she just walked in on him and began to remove her clothes too.
She had almost gotten up her nerve to try it when the bell over the door jingled as an old Polish woman with two small kids entered the shop.
From then on, there was a steady procession of customers. Over here on the poor side of town, everyone bought used clothing and all of the little second-hand shops did a thriving business. She was impressed by Joe's business knowledge and adept handling of the inevitable price negotiations which preceded each sale. Although she had never done any salesclerk work before, Elsie soon found that she had a natural talent for it.
Almost before they realized it, the big wall clock indicated that it was closing time. Joe turned the sign of the door to expose the "Closed" side and locked the door. Even so, it was after seven-thirty when he let the last customer out and turned off the shop lights and they retreated to the living quarters in the rear.
They had been so busy they had forgotten all about tea and the big kettle had boiled almost empty. The little room was like a steam bath.
"Jeez, but it's hot in here. Wait a minute, I'll open the window for a minute or two."
"No, please don't, Joe. I love it this way. I want to sit here until I sweat. I think it would make me feel filthy rich to sweat in February," she joked as she pulled off her sweater, revealing large firm breasts pressed tight against the too small cotton blouse. She felt his eyes on them and knew that the nipples were clearly revealed through the thin white material.
"Will your dad be worried about your being out late?" he asked.
"Naw. It's just lucky that this is Thursday. He always goes over to the union hall Thursdays and I plays cards and exchanges lies with the other bartenders. He's constantly looking to pick up a relief shift here and there, or a private party."
"Suppose I make that tea now. We have some cake we could have with it," he suggested, never taking his eyes off her big boobs as a growing bulge began to develop high in the left leg of his trousers.
"That would be lovely," Elsie purred, noticing the rising indications of his personal interest in her.
After he had refilled the kettle, he showed Elsie where the bathroom was and explained that I he had to go down the alley for a few minutes. When his father was away, mail and packages for them were left at the liquor store.
Elsie was so used to holding it during the winter months that she had not realized that she had to go. When he left she went to the bathroom. What a luxurious feeling it gave her to sit down on a warm toilet seat in a room that was completely free from odor. She found that she was actually enjoying her toilet duties. She strained to empty her bladder and bowels thoroughly so that she could hold off until she returned here tomorrow afternoon, or at least until she got to school in the morning. The easy flushing of the toilet was like music to her ears. She smoothed her hair and touched up her lipstick and was back sitting on the edge of one of the cots when Joe returned, carrying a huge package.
"Wonder what Filene's sent us this time?" he mused.
"Whatever you ordered, I guess," Elsie laughed.
"Oh, we never order anything. They just send us stuff now and then. We never know what or when. Do you know about Filene's?"
"Only that it's a big downtown department store. Why?"
"They have a very interesting operation in their basement store. They buy up leftover merchandise from fancy stores all over the country. Things that haven't been sold after their season's end clearance. They put it out with dated tags that are half of the clearance price at the original store. Every week that an item remains unsold, it is reduced again. If it hasn't moved after five weeks, they ship it out to a store like this one as a charity donation. You never know what it might be."
"Why don't we open it and see?"
"Yeah, might as well get it on out in the shop, I guess."
Joe produced a knife and carefully opened the big package. As he removed the contents, Elsie thought she was seeing things. It was a coat of some sort of dark fur with a matching hat and muff. Joe let out a long whistle as he dug around for the price tags he knew would still be on it. The original tag was from Nieman-Marcus in Dallas and showed that the regular price was one hundred and fifty dollars. Their yellow clearance-sale tag read seventy-five dollars. Stapled to this was Filene's tag showing that they had started out asking thirty-seven fifty and gradually dropped the price to twenty dollars before giving up and sending the garment to Joe's father's shop.
"Oh, Joe, it's beautiful," Elsie gasped. "May I try it on?"
"Be my guest," he replied with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Elsie lifted the garment from the box. It felt as soft as a kitten. There was no reason that it shouldn't, since it was dyed rabbit fur. She slipped into the coat and paraded around the small rear room like a model.
"That's no way to model a fur coat for a man that you want to give it to you as a gift," Joe exclaimed.
"What do you mean, a gift?" Elsie asked.
"Well, my dad will never know that it was sent to us. It looks so great on you that perhaps you should have it. I don't know. I just can't see giving it to you when you model it in that way."
"Oh? Just how would you like to have me model it for you?"
"In the nude. With nothing underneath it. Maybe then, I might decide to give it to you... the whole outfit," Joe replied, trying not to drool.
"Do you mean that for real?" Elsie asked.
"Sure, I mean it for real. Dad need never know. Now you just model it for me the way you would expect to for a guy that was giving you a fur coat," Joe gasped.
Elsie had never been one to jump at conclusions. She stood now and looked at Joe for several seconds before she moved purposefully toward the small bathroom, as sweat broke out on the boy's brow.
Minutes later she emerged, clutching the dyed rabbit fur close to her naked body. She minced around the small room, like a real model, and reveled in the feeling of his eyes on her. At the moment she was a bit confused as to which she wanted most... Joe, or the coat. She determined to go for both. With a dramatic pirouette, she posed before him and threw open the fur wrap. Her own natural little triangular patch of fur matched perfectly that of the garment.
The young boy's eager eyes darted back and forth between that dark triangle and the smooth white and pink expanse of her full young breasts. Elsie, watching his reactions carefully, knew that she had won both of her desired goals. Sure of her victory now, she swept the coat around her lush figure and looked at him with a glance that contained all of woman's challenge.
"Elsie, you're beautiful. I want you. I want you all for myself. Give yourself to me and the outfit is yours. Dad need never know it ever arrived."
"Are you sure, Joe?"
"I'm sure, Elsie. Come over here to where I can reach you."
"If I do, is the coat mine?"
"I promise."
Elsie moved over and stood right in front of where he sat on the edge of one of the two cots in the room. Joe reached out and slipped his hands beneath the fur garment and clutched at her tender bare flesh. His hands clasped her buttocks and then worked upward to cup her firm breasts and, at long last, worked down to caress the furred mound of her womanhood.
Elsie felt the eager hands running over her en-flamed young body. In some ways it was like her wildest dreams were coming true, or at least coming.
Now Joe clasped his hands against her firm young buttocks and pulled her close as he pressed his mouth into that moist, furred triangle.
The heady fragrance of Elsie's moist creamy cunt made the blood pound in young Joe Friedman's head (and elsewhere). While he inhaled the aroma of her sex, his tongue slipped into the mysterious pink cavern as he developed a hard-on that threatened to rip right through his pants.
Neither of them had ever had any real sex experience, outside of masturbation. They were caught up now in a cyclone of passions which made their physical demands lucidly clear.
Elsie reached down and stroked Joe's stiff prick through his pants. When his moist tongue first grazed across her throbbing clitoris, she moaned in ecstasy and unzipped his fly to slide her hand inside. His swollen cock was as hot as a stovepipe and bigger than she had dared hope for. Carefully she removed it and then went back in to expose balls that might have come from Fenway Park. She could hardly wait to feel that hot rod deep inside her belly, providing that luxury of warmth from the inside where she still felt chilled.
Joe was licking at her cunt like a starving kitten lapping cream from a bowl. He took long strokes that went all the way down to the very bottom of her slit, then came back up, darting his hot tongue in and out of her seething vulva and finally rising to concentrate on her enflamed little panic button. She knew that she couldn't take much more of this and so she grabbed his head and held his mouth tight to her throbbing clitoris as she felt herself start to come like never before in her life. It was ten times as great as those she had brought on with her own fingers. Her closed eyes saw fireworks burst into a thousand flashing colored lights while her throbbing ears heard the thunder of cannons.
When her cunt stopped pumping and her head stopped pounding, she released his head and backed away. "Oh, Joe, that was just beautiful. I never knew it could be so wonderful. I've never come so hard or so long before."
"I'm glad. I loved doing this to you. I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted.
"Take off your clothes, Joe. Now I want to do it to you, but I want to see all of your body first."
Joe lost no time in disrobing. He literally ripped his clothes off while Elsie removed the coat and folded it carefully back in the box. She had a beautiful ass. He had never noticed it before, usually being too busy playing X-ray on her lovely big tits. Now his eyes darted about, taking in every one of her fleshy charms while his swollen prick threatened to break out of its tight skin.
She turned and faced him now. She let out a little gasp as she caught her first glimpse of his big, stiff cock sticking out proudly. It reminded her of the bowsprit on Old Ironsides down at the dock. She flew into his arms and their bodies fused together. She felt the red-hot poker press against her pussy and force its way between her legs while she flattened her big boobs against his hairy chest. She loved the way the hair tickled her nipples and made them stiffen. She wanted him to suck on them, but right now there was something else that demanded to be sucked first. His tongue was deep in her mouth and his hands clasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her tight to his battering ram.
Elsie squirmed away and dropped to her knees in front of him. She had to get a real good close-up look at that beautiful tool of his. She reached out and cupped his balls in her cool hands. They were like two oranges. She admired the big spongy mauve-colored head of his cock. Heavy clear fluid was oozing out of the slit in the tip of it. The whole thing seemed to twitch and tremble just from her closeness to it. She wanted to give him the thrill that he had given her. She had no knowledge, much less experience, at cocksucking but was guided by natural instincts older than time itself. She simply had to take that beautiful thing into her mouth.
Ever so slowly, she brought her face closer and closer to it until the throbbing glans touched her lips. The mere contact made it jerk and swell. She began kissing the soft spongy head of his cock. The clear liquid came out the slit more rapidly now. Some of it got into her mouth and had the most sensational flavor she had ever tasted. It was like creamed almonds and honey. She wanted more and so she began licking the sticky head to get every drop of the wonderful coating. He reacted even more to the touch of her tongue than he had to the touch of her lips at that first gentle kiss. The more of the clear juice she licked off, the more he seemed to produce. She was afraid her tongue might not be able to keep up with his flow and she did not want a single drop to be lost or wasted.
Opening her mouth she slipped her lips over the trembling head of his swollen prick and sucked as she licked. She enjoyed feeling his glans in her mouth and wanted to feel more and more of it. Slowly she went forward to enclose more and more of the throbbing shaft in the warm moist interior of her mouth. He seemed to enjoy it best when she slid her lips up and down it. Each time she tried to get a little more of it into her mouth, until finally she had about three quarters of it behind her lips.
Joe was going wild from the lovely torture treatment her tongue and lips were providing. He caressed her head and ran his fingers through her hair. He would die if she tried to stop now. He knew that he was about to come and wondered if she wanted to pull off before he did, or stay on and take his hot jism in her mouth. All of a sudden she moved her head back and his glans slipped out of her sweet warm mouth.
"Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop now!" he pleaded for more.
"I won't. I just had to catch my breath for a moment," she gasped. Then she tickled the tip and around the corona with her tongue and licked on the swollen urethra channel all the way down to his balls and back up. Slowly she took the head, which had turned a deep purple from passion, into her lips and mouth. She resumed the long up and down strokes he seemed to enjoy so much.
"Use your tongue, Elsie. Keep your tongue working on that big vein along the bottom all the time you're sucking it."
She squeezed his balls lightly to acknowledge receiving his message and her tongue darted like a snake's over the swollen, throbbing tube that stood up like a mole tunnel from his balls to the corona where he had been circumcised. She felt him begin to swell still larger deep in her throat just as he clutched her head tightly and forced his exploding cock all the way down her throat. Her tongue felt the rush of his hot come up from his balls and gush out in four distinct spurts into her throat. She was suddenly aware that her lips were being tickled. He had forced them all the way down to his balls. She stuck out her tongue and tickled his balls in return. They rewarded her with another spurt of hot white jism.
When he released her head, she pulled slowly up the spent shaft. When only the purple helmet of his armor remained in her mouth, she sucked it tenderly and was rewarded for her efforts with the final drops of the most delicious fluid she had ever encountered. It made the clear liquid she had enjoyed earlier seem like greasy kid stuff by comparison. She determined that next time she would not let this wondrous elixir go to waste deep in her throat, but would insist that every drop of it be allowed to trickle across her palate.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked needlessly, as she pulled off his now shrunken cock and smiled up at him.
"Like zap, bam, and powie!" he exclaimed. "I never knew a come could be so terrific. That sure beats the hell out of what I get when I jack off."
Now, at last, they had their tea and cake. It was fruit cake left over from Christmas and had a heavy flavor of run and old brandy that reminded Elsie of the taste of his come. She reached over absently and started stroking his cock which showed signs of coming back to life.
After kissing her and running his hands over a complete tour of inspection of her areas of scenic delight, Joe turned his full attention to the big firm tits that he had admired from afar for so long. He held and caressed and petted them and hugged them with his eyes for long minutes before lowering his face to cover the twin half globes with kisses.
Her crimson nipples looked like pencil erasers in the center of circular pink frames the size of a half dollar. His kisses had brought out little goose bumps in the pink nipple surrounds and he bent down to enclose the left one in his mouth. He sucked on it gently to soothe away the little goose bumps with the soft caress of his warm moist lips and tongue. As he continued to suck on her tit, the nipple began to grow and harden in his mouth. This new discovery was wildly thrilling and he felt his own erectile member swell and harden in sympathy with the stiffening nipple. She must have sensed it, too, because she reached down now and started massaging his growing cock, while he tickled the stiff nipple with his tongue, flicking it back and forth before he moved over to make its twin to the right become identical. Right now the nipple on the right still resembled a pencil eraser, while the left was the size of a thimble.
They had been sitting side by side on the cot. As he moved to her right tit, he eased her back so that she reclined against the pillows. She continued to stroke his cock, while he sucked the right nipple to a full erection. He loved those beautiful big tits of hers and would have been happy to suck on them all night, but Elsie had other ideas.
Still holding him by the handle, she pulled him down between her spread thighs and guided his purple velvet knob to her pink satin slit. She rubbed the spongy head up and down across her trembling clitoris until it hardened and expanded like her nipples had. Her cunt had gotten very creamy in the process and now she urged his swollen glans down between the warm slippery banks that guided him into the canal at whose center lay the very estuary of her virgin love channel.
The head of his cock was well coated with the heavy clear precoital lubricating fluids which had been seeping from the slit ever since he started sucking on her tits. This, coupled with the creamy juices which had been dampening her seething cunt, made the initial penetration simple. They were both aflame with the ecstatic delights of the combined physical and mental thrills of the initial merging of their pubic centers.
Joe was extremely gentle and considerate. "I don't want to hurt you, Elsie. Let me know if it hurts and I'll take it out and suck you again instead."
"No, Joe, don't stop, even if I cry or scream. I've heard that it hurts at first but then it feels so wonderful after the hurt that a girl soon forgets the pain."
"Well, if you're sure this is what you want." He emphasized his statement by shoving his cock more firmly into her tight little tunnel of love, stretching the intact hymen of her maidenhead.
"I'm sure. Oh God, am I ever sure! I've already had your sweet tongue. Now I want that beautiful big prick of yours all the way deep inside my belly. Don't hold back. Give me all of it!"
"I'm trying, but it's stuck. It won't go in any farther."
"Of course not, silly. You've got to smash my cherry first. It's only a thin layer of tissue. Pull out and hit it harder and harder. According to what I've read, it will stretch and break, then you can get all the way in. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Of course that's what I want. I just couldn't bear to hurt you, Elsie. I love you too much to hurt you. Did you know that I love you?"
"Yes, Joe and I love you too. I'm proving it right now by offering you my pearl of great price. Don't be afraid. There are times when a woman wants to be hurt. I want you to stuff every inch of that big hard cock of yours into my cunt. Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me hard and get it all the way in!"
"Okay, here goes!"
He began lunging viciously into her. She gasped and bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. It was like having a tooth pulled without Novacaine, but, like a dental extraction, it could only hurt once. She tried to open wider for him and threw her legs up around his ass. The backs of her heels beat a tattoo on the small of his back, like a rider spurring her stallion on to greater efforts. He responded to her silent urgings and slammed into her with all his youthful might.
At long last, a shrill little cry escaped her clenched lips and fluttered around the small room like a trapped bird. As the gate to her womanhood smashed and fell before the force of his powerful battering ram, his throbbing shaft sunk deep into the hot tight depths of her virgin cunt.
As his strokes invaded the conquered territory deeper and deeper to approach its very capital, Joe felt the warm sticky trickle of her maidenhead blood as it seeped out from around his embedded warrior to drip down over his balls. The bleeding as he drove his cork fully into the tight neck of the bottle from which the genie of love was struggling to escape.
They were both bathed in sweat as Elsie felt his hot hairy balls press tightly against her upraised asshole while he plugged her cunt to the fullest depth of his penetration. For the first time in months she was thoroughly warm now, inside as well as out. What a luxurious feeling of wealth it gave her to actually sweat in Boston in midwinter.
"Don't move for a minute, Joe. Just hold it still all the way in me. I want to feel every lovely inch of it inside of me. Just the feel of you deep in my cunt is worth every bit of the hurt."
"Oh, Elsie, it feels marvelous to be touched and held by your sweet cunt and to know that I am all the way inside you. We are as close together now as two people can ever get."
As he talked, he became impatient to get on with the long anticipated act and began taking little tentative strokes to which she responded eagerly. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, they grew in length until the demands of her pent-up lust grew as great as his.
Then she cried out, "Now, Joe, now! Fuck me good and proper. Pull it way out and then shove it all the way back in. Oh God, I never dreamed anything could be this great. Fuck me, Joe, fuck me!"
"I am fucking you, Elsie. Feeling my prick slip in and out of your soft hot cunt is the most wonderful sensation I've ever known in my whole life. You have a marvelous cunt. It fits my cock just perfectly, doesn't it?"
"Perfectly, indeed. They were obviously made for each other... just as we were."
"Oh, Elsie. I can't take much more of this. It's just too much. I'm going to come any second now. Try to come with me. If I beat you to the punch, I'll leave it in until it gets hard again and make sure that you get yours, too."
She began bucking and grinding against him wildly now in unrestrained passionate need for the mutual outpourings of their love for each other.
"Oh, Joe, I'm ready. I can feel it about to burst. Can you come with me? Right now! Come in my cunt, Joe. Let me feel it as I come to you!"
"I'm coming, Elsie! I'm coming right inside your cunt. Right now!"
"Right now!" she echoed as her body was gripped in a mammoth shudder that made the whole cot shake. "Ahhhhh!"
"Could you feel it, Elsie? Could you feel my hot jism shooting all the way inside your cunt?"
"Oh God, could I ever! First I could feel the head of your cock swell up way down at the bottom of my well, as if trying to make extra room for precious seeds it was going to sow there. Then it was like someone had shoved a fire-hose nozzle inside of me and opened up the hydrant. I felt your sweet hot juices shoot in and splash off my uterus and flow like white lava into the depths of my hungry vagina. My only regret is that I don't have a palate 'way down in there so that I could have enjoyed the delicious nectar of your sweetbreads in taste as well as feel."
Joe kissed her softly then, but made no effort to withdraw, not that she would have allowed him to. Her legs still held him in a full Nelson as she remained happily impaled on his shrinking staff. They went into a series of deep soul kisses in a mutual effort to keep him hard enough to stay inside of her but, at last, despite their desires, he retracted fully and plopped out of the slippery wet hole, overflowing now with the mixture of their come and her maiden blood.
They lay close together now, their bodies pressed to one another as close as they could push them. Elsie ground her crotch against his tired sex but when this seemed to have no effect she reached down and stroked his spent member. Soon the phoenix of his sex arose from the ashes and she felt the swelling manhood tremble in her anxious hand.
"Oh, Joe, you are ready and able to give me more of what I want," she exclaimed.
Joe, with a beautiful hard-on now protruding from his lower belly, took pride in his new control over the girl. "Turn over," he muttered softly.
Elsie, of course, knew what he had in mind. Her own needs for further sexual attention were so intense that she gave not a moment's argument to his demands and rolled over to lay flat on her tummy on the narrow cot.
Joe hopped atop her to straddle the beauteous buttocks and direct the head of his swollen cock to the tight little puckered hole of her ass. The enlarged, spongy mauve helmet attacked the small rosy brown target until, at last, it effected the initial penetration. Once the head of his throbbing prick was inside of the mouth of the tan starfish he relaxed and waited for the wondrous invitation of her rear to invite him all the way into the tight brown channel.
After a minute or so of experiencing the new thrill of anal sex with just his glans in her rectum, the tight inner muscles began to relax and the shaft of his swollen prick sunk deeper and deeper into the tight stricture of her most private entrance.
"Oh God, Joe, that hurts beautifully! It hurts and feels great at the same time."
"Want me to take it out?"
"If you do, I'll never speak to you again."
"Do you think you can handle all of it back there?"
"I sure hope so. I want to feel your balls tight up to my ass."
"Maybe we should have used some Vaseline or something."
"Too late now. Let's just keep trying."
"Okay, hold tight. Here it comes!"
He rammed into her with all his might and, while she gasped and sobbed a bit, she returned his repeated attacks by thrusting her rounded rump upward each time he would ram a little deeper into her tight asshole. After several minutes of strenuous effort, he was in her all the way up to his balls.
Once his invasion of her ass was complete and he enjoyed total occupation of the conquered territory, they both relaxed. Her tight rings of muscle that had involuntarily rejected the strange intruder seemed to soften and dilate to welcome the conquering hero. Precious juices flowed now and provided the much-needed lubrication. The soft membrane lining of her rectum gave his embedded cock a hotter, tighter caress than even her virgin cunt had.
"Oh, now it's really getting good. Start fucking my ass good and hard now, Joe."
"Yeah, it's great now. At first I thought it was going to tear all the skin off my cock."
He began pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm and she matched him stroke for stroke. As the juices spread, he began to take longer strokes until he was withdrawing to where only the very tip of his throbbing prick remained in her asshole. On the downstroke, he buggered into her rump until his balls flattened tight against the crevice between her asshole and cunt She had stopped sobbing and groaning now and just kept emitting little moans of sheer ecstasy.
"My God, Joe. I think I'm going to come. How can that be? How can my cunt come when you are in my asshole?"
"I don't know, but if you are going to come, you'd better hurry. This feels too good to last much longer. I'll try to wait for you, but get with it. I can't hold back long."
"Oh Jesus, now!"
Joe felt the muscular spasms and contortions that started deep in her cunt, causing her asshole to grasp and squeeze at his throbbing swollen prick as though trying to milk the come out of it. The urgent demands could not be resisted for long. He felt the head of his cock swell up deep inside her bowels and burst as he spewed out jet after jet of his hot jism to flood her intestines.
Feeling his heavy white come spurting into the very depths of her asshole affected Elsie like an enema. If it were not for the fact that his big prick had her plugged so tightly, she was sure that she would not have been able to control the movement of her bowels. The feeling seemed to heighten her pleasure as she lay with her belly and tits pressed flat to the mattress of his cot, now that he had collapsed upon her ass and back from the furious buggering he given her.
"Don't take it out, Joe. I want to feel it stuffed in my ass for as long as possible."
She did not want to tell him that she was afraid if he unplugged her rear now she might shit all over him. She was fighting desperately to keep her bowels under control.
Within five minutes, he shrunk within her, despite her efforts to rearouse him by squeezing his cock with the muscles of her asshole. At last he plopped out with a little noise like the cork being pulled from a wine bottle. She hopped up and made a mad dash for the bathroom. She made the toilet just in time.
Later, Joe drew a tub of hot water and they took a bath together. It was the first time Elsie had ever been in a real bathtub. Saturday night baths in her home were performed in a galvanized washtub filled with a few scant gallons of water heated on the gas stove. She loved having Joe soap her tits and the cheeks of her ass as much he seemed to enjoy doing it. He scrubbed her good but saved her hairy little snatch for last, like a dessert. He soaped his hand real good and ran the slippery fingers into her juicy cunt. She squirmed around in the warm water and at one point she became so excited that she let go with a fart. It bubbled up to the surface and made a noise like a blubbering Englishman saying: "Hot water bottle." They giggled and both tried to repeat the act.
Meanwhile, Joe continued to massage her swollen and enflamed gash and ran a finger into her vulva and another into her asshole as he handled her like a bowling ball. She was getting very hot again. Everything in her demanded attention. She tried to come to his fingers but succeeded only in peeing in his hand. If he noticed it, he made no mention of the fact. She wanted more than pee to flow from her cunt now. She soaped her hand and started stroking his spent cock to life under the guise of washing it real good.
"I'm getting your snatch all squeaky clean, as they say on TV, because I'm going to eat it again before you leave here," Joe said, like it was more of a threat than a promise.
"Who's fighting you?" she chuckled as she picked up the soap and started massaging his balls with it.
Joe hopped out of the tub first and went to get the towels which he had hung near the kerosene heater to get them nice and warm. Elsie slid down full length in the tub and luxuriated in the feel of hot water covering her entire body at once. It was a new experience for her.
"This is the life," she sighed contentedly.
After they had toweled each other dry, Joe led her back to his cot. He nibbled on the rosebuds of her tits until the nipples were stiff and swollen. Once he was satisfied with them, he made a little trail of kisses across the smooth white expanse of her tummy, pausing at the places that made her shiver as he discovered an erogenous area. He tickled her belly button with his tongue for a few moments, then proceeded downward into the lush expanse of soft brownish-blonde cunthair. It felt to Elsie like he was trying to inhale her as he nuzzled her furred muff with his nose, pausing here and there to take a deep breath of the sweet smell of that pussy patch. At last his tongue entered the pink valley of her silken slit. He trailed it around the edges between the inner and outer lips of her nether mouth which glistened with dampness like dew on a flower.
Placing his hands behind her knees, he rolled her back and spread her legs wide to open the crack of her ass wide until his face could reach the puckered tan doughnut of her asshole. He licked it and tried to work the tip of his tongue into the tiny opening. It was as tight as though it had been drawn together with a purse string. It was hard to believe that he had gotten his big cock into it just a short time before. He spread her cheeks even wider with his hands while she braced her legs on his shoulders. With much effort, he finally succeeded in working his tongue into her asshole. There was a heavy acrid flavor to it, but he was driven by passion to explore her fully.
Elsie went wild as his stiff tongue darted in and out of her sensitive rectum. She reached down and fingered her clit and in seconds the orgasm hit her as she groaned and shuddered, while Joe kept shoving his tongue deeper and deeper into her ass. When the last of the hot winds had blown and the colored lights stopped flashing for her, he eased her delighted derriere back onto the mattress and went back to work on her cunt which was creamy now. His tongue slipped easily into her seething vulva as he licked the nectar from her honeypot. Up and down the length of her slit he licked and sucked and finally, as she began to shake violently from the sweet attack, he raised his lips to fasten on her swollen enflamed clitoris. It looked like a little white pea in a tight pink pod.
The touch of his tongue drove her wild and, when he sucked the little erection into his warm moist mouth and alternately tongued and chewed gently on it, she pressed her cunt up even more tightly to his mouth and shook the whole cot with the violence of her thundering orgasm. Joe kept his lips glued to her little panic button until he was content that she was drained thoroughly dry, then he went down into her vulva to lick out the new honey of her sex hive. When he had finished with her, she was as limp as a dishrag and seemed unable to move a muscle.
"How was that?" he asked. "Think that will hold you until tomorrow?"
"My God, you've drained me until I'm weak. I feel just like one of Salvador Dali's Wet Watches and I love the feeling."
"I'm glad. Well, that takes care of you for tonight but what are we going to do about 'Junior' here?" He indicated a king-sized hard-on that he had developed while sucking her ass and cunt.
"They say turnabout is fair play," Elsie laughed. "So you turn about and I'll play."
"You talked me into it." Joe smiled as he slid up to lay flat on the cot.
Elsie moved down between his legs and rolled him back just as he had done to her. He felt her tongue struggling to penetrate the brown starfish of his asshole. At last she worked the tip of it in. Now he knew the thrills that his cornholing must have brought to her as she slowly got her tongue all the way up inside his ass. It was the wildest, most thrilling goose imaginable. Elsie was fascinated by the way his swollen cock twitched each time she would shove her tongue deep into his ass. She wondered if she could make him come that way. She had never seen the jism spurt from a man's prick and determined that the time had come to satisfy her curiosity on this point. Her nose, meanwhile, was pressed tightly into his balls and the slight odor of musk from them made her senses reel. She wondered what they tasted like. Now was the perfect time to find out.
Pulling her tongue from the tight stricture of his asshole, she moved upward and slowly and carefully sucked his balls into her mouth. She thrilled at the thought that she had his manhood completely in her power. She had entrapped his most precious possession in her mouth. She had read how Australian sheepherders castrated young male sheep with their teeth. One swift hard bite now and she could emasculate Joe for life. The mere thought gave her the greatest feeling of power she had ever known. Her tongue explored the manly jewels that filled her mouth. Realizing that she was neglecting his asshole, she reached down and worked her middle finger all the way into it and started sawing in and out while she stroked his cock gently with her other hand as she continued to suck and lick his balls.
He really had everything going for him now and she watched his cock twitch and jerk with the excitement of the three-ring circus she was performing for him. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw the purplish head swell even more and her tongue felt the currents rush in his balls just milliseconds before she watched the heavy hot white jism geyser out of the slit knob, rise several inches into the air, then fall back to trickle slowly down the throbbing shaft. Four times he spurted, making her think of the pictures of Old Faithful. She wondered if he, too, could erupt every hour.
The best was yet to come. Gently, she carefully ejected his balls from her mouth with her tongue. Raising up a few inches, she feasted her eyes on the sight of his thick creamy semen running down his cock in little rivulets. It looked like the whipped cream topping on a sundae, but she had a feeling this would be better than anything she'd ever had at the soda shop. Carefully, she began to lick it off, treating her palate to every delicious drop. He had come so deep in her throat earlier that she had gotten only a fleeting impression of the flavor of his molten manhood. Now she savored every precious drop of those liquefied pearls. The taste of his come was like the ambrosia of the gods to her wanton appetite for man juice. She knew instantly that this was one delicacy of which she would never be able to get her fill.
In her feverish mind, she tried to relate the current delight to her taste buds to some previously familiar flavor. It was like creamed almonds and purest honey. She was amused at the appropriate comparison. After all, it was the cream of his nuts! He twitched, even as he was shrinking, at the thrill of her licking up and down his spent staff. Finally content that she had lapped up every last dreg of the vintage ball brandy, she wondered if any of the sensational flavor might have soaked into his skin. She slipped his cock into her mouth and began sucking voraciously on the poor withering member. Joe moaned at the ecstatic torture. She was driving him insane now. He asked her to stop, but she was wild with desire for still more of his sweetbreads gravy. Her hands went to his balls and massaged and gently squeezed them, demanding just a few more drops.
She sucked and licked and chewed on his poor drained cock like a calf demanding more milk from a dry udder. Now that this little sex kitten had gotten her first taste of his cock catnip, there was no reasoning with her. Joe abandoned all hope and tried to think of something other than his tortured prick as she kept gobbling on it. After several minutes of imprisonment in the iron maiden of her lust-crazed mouth, he was amazed, and Elsie was delighted, to feel that it was getting hard again. She redoubled her efforts now, using her lips, tongue, teeth, and gums to bring on a full new erection. At last her efforts were rewarded and she was taking long strokes from the very tip of his glans down to the base of his now swollen staff. She could feel the large urethral tube filling with a second helping of the sensational semen.
Joe reached down and ran his fingers lovingly through her hair as he writhed and groaned in ecstasy at the fantastic head she was giving him now. Her mouth was like the vortex of a tornado that was sweeping him up higher and higher into the skies as it made like a vacuum pump that sucked him in like an Electrolux. Goddamn, but this little cunt could really suck cock! Her cool hands were kneading his balls now while her hot lips slid up and down his enflamed prick. She felt his impending eruption and pulled up to hold only the head of his cock in her warm mouth, gently stroking the staff with one soft hand while the other still worked over his balls.
She moaned with delight as she felt the mauve helmet of his armor enlarge in her mouth and the sweet offerings of his balls flooded out of the slit and into her hungry mouth. She tried not to swallow in order to enjoy the heady flavor of his come for as long as possible. She did not release his withered root until it had shrunk to where all of it barely touched her tonsils while her lips were pressed tight to the pubic hairs at its base.
When she raised up from his crotch she saw that his eyes had rolled back in their sockets. The double header, after three other performances tonight, had been too much for Joe. He had fallen into a dead faint.
Elsie went to the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly. When she had finished, she took a face cloth, moistened it with cold water, and came back and applied it to boy's forehead. She rubbed his wrists and the back of his neck until he came to.
"Are you okay, Joe?" she asked when the poor screwed-silly slob regained consciousness.
"Yeah, I'm fine, except that I feel fucked flat," he mumbled with a suppressed grin.
"I'm sorry. Maybe if I'm too much woman for you, we may have to look for reinforcements," she teased.
"Look, Elsie, I'm complimenting... not complaining. I gave you a fur coat in exchange for a little sex but, Jesus, the way you put out, one would think you were paying off the mortgage on the whole fucking mink ranch. I think you're a real nympho and I'm delighted over it. It will beat the shit out of going on a diet to lose this little pot I've put on."
"Well, I try to keep up my end of a bargain."
"You keep up your end, all right. If you'd have kept it up, or your head down much longer, I'd have committed suicide by melting and running out of my cock. Seriously, sweetie, you're the greatest. I love you and I love making love with you. Let's repeat it all tomorrow. I don't have another fur coat, but I can always round up some dresses and shoes that might go well with it. Dad doesn't know what the hell he had in stock anyway. Okay?"
"Perfectly okay," Elsie replied happily.
"Let me pay you for your working time," Joe suggested, going out to the cash register. "Also, since it's late, I insist on calling you a cab and paying the fare."
A telephone at home that you didn't have to drop dimes into was another status symbol to Elsie. She had never ridden in a cab before. Later, when Joe Friedman held her door open and she swept regally in, wearing her new fur outfit and with cash in her purse, she felt like Cinderella getting into her pumpkin coach.
Riding home across the icy streets of Boston in a heated cab to the door of her cold tenement home, Elsie thought that that hairy little gash between her legs had opened the door to a life of luxury and comfort for her. She loved the feel of her new fur outfit and smiled inwardly at the happy memory of the nice warm little apartment, the hot bath, the telephone, and now the cab... not to mention the money. Goddamn, this was the life!
At this early stage of her existence, luxury meant merely the enjoyment of the basic creature comforts of human living. At the time, she had no way of knowing how high she would climb on the ladder of social and financial success in the years ahead, and how many times she would think back to this moment when she regarded a little warm room and bath at the rear of a second-hand clothing store as the height of high living.
CHAPTER TWO
Once young Elsie discovered the wondrous power over men that lay between her legs, there was no holding back her insatiable demands for the better things of life that being born into poverty had denied her. Before Joe Friedman's father returned from New York, she had acquired, by means of her soft silken slit and willing mouth and rectum, an enviable wardrobe of used, but attractive clothing. Even after the old man came home, she continued to see Joe in exchange for clothes which he stole from the store. Her tastes leaned toward garments and accessories that made her look older and more glamorous. Her affair with Joe continued until her closet fairly bulged.
It did not take the ambitious girl long to discover that the world was full of Joe Friedmans who were more than willing to trade off some of their affluence for the use of her lovely young body. A schoolmate, who was the son of a butcher, provided the finest cuts of steak and an occasional lobster for her developing appetite for fine foods. Her father never questioned the source of the goodies she brought home. Either he was too stupid to know that she was spreading her legs or jaws for them, or he just didn't give a damn.
By the time she was ready to graduate from high school she had developed a routine of getting dressed in her glamor outfits and taking the bus downtown. Here she would hang around, staring longingly into the windows of jewelry or gift shops in the better hotels until some lonely traveling salesman or businessman would offer to buy her the item of her choice in exchange for the use of her body. During this period, she refused to think of herself as a whore. In her mind and conscience, she was merely a girl who liked to fuck and suck and would be nice to any man who was nice to her by buying her a present. She would have been insulted by an offer of cash for her personal favors.
When she graduated from high school in June, she was faced with the problem of getting a job. College was out of the question and so she pounded the pavements in search of work. She willing to do anything to get out of that crummy apartment. It has been said that, for poor people, Boston has only two climates: too cold or too hot. Now, by mid-June, the sun rose early to turn the old building in which she lived into an oven, rather than the deep-freeze it had been all winter. The nights were airless and, even after the sun went down, the oppressive damp heat filled her room. Sleeping in the nude, she awoke sticky with sweat and with her bedsheet drenched with perspiration. Her only hours of comfort were those she spent in air-conditioned hotel rooms with lonely out-of-town men who bought her presents.
In early July, she answered an ad and was hired by the local Sears store as a salesclerk. She worked behind the counter that featured cameras and tape recorders. Across the aisle from her, a handsome young man, Harold Levenson, sold vacuum cleaners and sewing machines. He made a commission in addition to the meager salary. It was not long until he invited her out for dinner and the movies after work one night. They ate at a little Chinese restaurant. The little slip of paper in her fortune cookie read: "You have met a dark-haired stranger who will change your life."
They necked in the movies and Harold squeezed her tits when he kissed her. She dropped her hand to his lap and caressed and massaged his stiffening prick. Before the second feature started, he suggested that they go to his apartment for a drink. Elsie accepted the suggestion enthusiastically.
Leaving the theater, they piled into his tired jalopy and drove out to a once-fashionable apartment building way out on Commonwealth Avenue. The creaky elevator smelled of castor oil, which he explained was used to keep the ancient motor running. His large apartment with the high-ceilinged rooms smelled of paint remover. The floor was littered with newspapers upon which were placed antique pieces of furniture which he bought cheap at junk shops, refinished, and sold to collectors. In the living room window was a noisy but effective air-conditioning unit that he said he had bought as a repossession at Sears. In the privacy of his own pad, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth as she hoped his cock might soon be fucking her cunt. She ground up to the swelling rod and within minutes it began raining clothes in the room as they stripped for action.
Harold was not a tall man and his dark hair was already receding in a sure sign of early baldness, yet his chest was as hairy as an ape. Elsie loved the way it tickled the nipples of her large tits when he held her close. She was pleased to discover that his cock was just right in size, not too large for comfortable sucking and yet big enough to get the job done in her creamy cunt. She got only a momentary look at it before he pulled her close and his hands cupped the cheeks of her well-rounded ass and pulled her close to the hot rod between his legs.
He led her to a large couch and in a very matter of fact way, which was his nature, asked, "What do you want to do first... fuck or suck?"
Something about his manner made the question seem as natural as though he had asked if she preferred soda or water with her Scotch.
"Let's suck first. That will make the fucking last longer since it is the second round."
"That's fine with me, but let's be fair about it."
Elsie wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she got the message pretty quick when he straddled her in the classic sixty-nine position. In spite of her rather broad experience for her age, she had never had occasion to engage in what the sex manuals refer to as: "mutual simultaneous oral-genitalism." She took to it like a fish to water and loved the feel of his tongue in her hot little twat while she slid her lips over his stiff seething cock. With Harold, she made a new discovery in the double-header approach to sex in giving and receiving oral sex at the same time.
There was a lovely heavy musky odor to his cock and balls that blew her mind and made her suck on the swollen staff with increased voracity as he expertly tongued and sucked on her creaming cunt. They licked and sucked on each other's sex center in a way that made the storm clouds gather fast, until the lightning flashed behind their eyeballs, and the thunder pounded against their eardrums, as they gushed forth their pearly offerings into one another's mouth.
The thrill of giving and receiving one another's sexual secretions at the same exact moment sent a wondrous vibration through Elsie's body that she had never felt before. Harold had an educated tongue. He demonstrated sheer genius at the gentle art of cunnilingus. Some men seem to have a natural inborn talent for cunt lapping while others never do get the knack of it. For her part, Elsie demonstrated every trick she knew in performing fellatio on him. Considering her limited experience, she had developed into a real artiste at cocksucking. Probably her greatest asset was the fact that she actually loved the feel of a man's stiff prick in her mouth and looked forward to completely ingesting his come.
She held her lips tight around Harold's cock as she felt the telltale swelling of his glans just before he gushed a gigantic load of hot jism up into her mouth. She did not let a single drop of the precious pearly substance escape to trickle back down his cock. She had to swallow more rapidly than she usually did, in order to keep from gagging on the huge outpouring which she so gluttonously consumed. There must have been a cupful that she milked out of the slotted head of his big firm member. Meanwhile, she felt her own juices flow down into his mouth that had tongued and sucked her creamy cunt so expertly. She didn't know which end she was enjoying more in this yin and yang of mutual oral ecstasy.
Harold's come had a totally different flavor than that of Joe or others she had tasted. His balls distilled a pure vintage wine that titillated her palate and intoxicated her brain. The bouquet was like the sweet fragrance of a mildly aromatic pipe tobacco, instead of the washed-out acrid smell of cigarette smoke or the sour, almost sickening stench of a cigar. Elsie had already learned that she could tell a great deal about a man by analyzing the taste of his come. While most predatory females busied themselves finding out a guy's astrological sign and delving into horoscope books to see what that meant in relation to their own signs, or having his handwriting analyzed, Elsie got all of her rundown on a fellow by simply going down and sucking his cock. It was amazing how few men she'd met who objected to being analyzed by her unique method!
Afterward, Harold made drinks and lit two cigarettes. Elsie let hers smolder in the ashtray and left the drink untouched on the coffee table. She preferred to prolong the enjoyment of his delicious semen which still coated her teeth and gums.
"You've got a sweet little honey pot there, baby," he said, patting her on her swollen snatch. "Better not let the hummingbirds get at it. They'd go wild over your nectar."
"And you've got the best-tasting cock I've ever sucked." She stroked it lightly as she repaid his compliment.
Harold spoke proudly of his ambitions while they rested for the next sex session that they both knew would come about. "You know that job at Sears is just a stepping-stone for me. I'm studying to take the exam for my insurance license. I'll try to work it plus Sears and the furniture-dealer scam for a while until I build up enough volume that I can devote full time to it."
"I didn't think anyone wanted to be a life insurance salesman," Elsie remarked with more honesty than tact.
"Up until a few months ago, I didn't either. It is the last thing I would have considered, but then I did a lot of research on the various occupations that a young guy with just a high school education can go into. I finally narrowed it down to insurance or real estate. The real estate commissions run higher, but sales are few and far between and everyone is strictly a one-shot deal. With insurance, you build up a steady income from your renewals. It's a tough grind in the beginning, but I discovered that the men who really work at it and keep working at it build fantastic incomes. In addition to that, there is a terrific pension and retirement fund and full insurance coverage during the years I'm working to build up my empire."
"What is your eventual goal?" Elsie discovered that she was sincerely interested in this ambitious young man's plans. Perhaps this was the star to which she should hitch her wagon.
"I intend to be a millionaire by the time I'm forty, but at the same time have all of life's luxuries along the way when I'm young enough to enjoy them."
"Sounds to me like you think you can have your cake and eat it too."
"That is exactly what I plan to do. I've devoted months of study to carefully road mapping my career. You never met a guy who knows more completely just where he is going and how he is going to get there. I have established checkpoints along the way. If I have to work around the clock, I'll meet or exceed them every time."
"I'm sure that you will, Harold. Speaking of checkpoints, I've been watching that barometer of the atmospheric pressure inside your balls. It looks like a high-pressure area is rapidly approaching."
She straddled his lap now and stroked his cock and balls while she rubbed the head of his trembling, expanding cock against the soft moist lips of her hot hungry cunt. Harold was wildly excited as he grew to a full erection. He lowered his face and sucked and nibbled on the stiffening nipples of her lush full tits while his palms clutched at the rounded cheeks of her ass and pulled the hot, damp tunnel of her cunt down over his cock like he was struggling into a boot or a glove. At last their pubic hairs became enmeshed as she drove up into her soft snatch balls deep, and pressed her tits together to where he could suck and chew on both nipples at once. Then he slipped one hand behind her and between her full buttocks to slide his middle finger all the way into her tight hot asshole.
She started to rhythmically raise and lower herself on the warm fleshy lance that held her impaled. Their lips sought each other's and they breathed heavily into each other's mouth while their tongues performed a lovers' tango in and out of one another's mouth. Meanwhile, his fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her ass as he guided her up and down, up and down the full length of his swollen penis like a yo-yo running up and down its string. He spread her rear so wide apart that she inadvertently let wind and this seemed like a signal to herald the explosive conclusion of their sex act as they flooded into and over one another in unison, while the brilliant fireworks exploded in her head and the cannons roared in his. She dropped her hips to sit firmly in his lap while his cock shrunk in her cunt that had encased it and their mixed come trickled down the sides of his diminishing prick. He delighted in the feel of the muscular spasms which accompanied her orgasm just as much as she thrilled at feeling the repeated blasts of his hot sperm splash off her uterus and flood her deep vagina. She tried to squeeze her muscles to force the white liqueur out of her inner sex thimble so that it would flow back down the diminishing staff of his manhood to where she could lick and suck it off and enjoy its succulence.
Harold thought he would lose his mind when she raised her furry slit off him, dropped to her knees between his legs, and swooped her lips and throat down on his spent member like a hungry pelican. She sucked and licked at his dead warrior with a mad passion, intent that no single drop of his beautiful white sperm should escape her lips and throat.
Once Elsie was sure that she had enjoyed every final dreg of his come, she raised off his shrunken tool and they talked again. It was strange how they both just seemed to assume that they would share the future together. Nothing was said about it; on either side it was just taken for granted. She asked him about some of the old furniture he was refinishing. The two of them, in their nakedness, roamed around the room while he explained what had to be done to each individual piece in order to make it command top dollar in the antique market.
All the while, the noisy old air conditioner kept expelling cool air that made the living room feel like heaven to Elsie who was all too aware of the oven to which she should soon return.
Harold's apartment in the old building on Commonwealth took on the aspects of Buckingham Palace when Elsie thought about going back to her little hotbox in the tenement building. Neither of them suggested that she spend the night; it just happened. By midnight she stretched out her naked body on the cool sheets of his bed. Soon he climbed on top of her and drove the swollen head of his cock between the soft lips of her vagina. It was well lubricated from their previous encounters and he slid easily into her now until he felt his balls pressing into the lower recesses of her crotch. It was a beautiful feeling... as though he were sinking deeper and deeper into a warm bowl of jelly as he gradually penetrated her to the very hilt of his manly staff.
Something about the soft insertion enflamed his mind and made the widespread girl beneath him seem like a true goddess of love rather than just another open cunt. It suddenly began to seem that deep inside of her body was where he really belonged. When, at last, after pistoning their bodies together for long minutes, they expelled their juices to one another, Harold felt that he had, at long last, come home to where he really belonged. They fell asleep with his cock still firmly implanted in her cunt.
It was the most comfortable night's sleep Elsie had experienced since the early summer hot spell had descended upon Boston. His dong had plopped out of her silken snatch when she awakened, but she felt the nearness of his body and reached out to caress him and draw him close to her again.
This morning they made love slowly and tenderly. There was none of the desperate demands of pent-up lusts for each other. They fucked now with the comfort and security of old friends and lovers. Elsie had never felt so completely at home with a man as she did now with Harold. In some ways it made this screw even more thrilling than the first had been last night. He hovered suspended above her, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows. His hairy chest tickled her swelling nipples as she drove his big dong deeper and deeper into her crimson gash, still swollen and enflamed from the attentions it had received eight hours earlier. Now his cock filled her cunt comfortably, fitting it as perfectly as the proper foot for Cinderella's glass slipper.
When she came to his pistoning prick, it was a totally different sensation than she had ever experienced before. Always she had felt a great physical and emotional thrill from her orgasms. Now, for the first time, she felt the added delight of something almost ethereal or spiritual about their ultimate lovemaking. She felt his cock swell and expel its liquid love into the very depths of her hungry quim, then her muscles convulsed and contorted around his sweetly embedded member as wave after wave of the titanic orgasm swept her away into a bottomless sea of sexual satisfaction. As their mutual coming to each other homogenized their liquid offerings, it was as though their futures were fused together into a lifelong weldment of purpose and achievement.
Later they went to work together. Neither cared that tongues might wag over the fact that they had left together the afternoon before and now came in together in the same clothes. On her morning coffee break, Elsie phoned her father at the bar, explaining that she was staying with one of the girls at work who was very sick and was afraid to be alone. It may have been her imagination, but it seemed to her that the old man was delighted at the privacy her absence afforded him.
They went to lunch together in the store cafeteria and after work Elsie merely joined him as he walked to his car. They had no date and nothing had been said about her returning to his apartment. It was just one of those mutual assumptions that it would happen. On the way home they stopped by a grocery and picked up TV dinners and a gallon of cheap red wine.
While Elsie slipped the frozen dinners in the oven and poured them each a water tumbler of the wine, Harold undressed and put on a disreputable-looking old bathrobe that served as his working clothes. She watched, fascinated, while he used paint remover and scrapers to remove the crackled varnish from an antique table. The fumes of the toxic paint remover coupled with the wine put them both in a giddy mood. Every time his robe would gap open, she would reach in and tickle his cock and balls. It started out as a playful gesture but soon assumed serious proportions as his prick grew and hardened to where it stuck out of the slit where the robe came together.
"For God's sake, don't get paint remover on that thing. You can use it to scrape anywhere inside me that you like, but I don't need that smelly stuff on it. Seeing what it does to that old varnish, I dread to think what it might do to my young twat."
"Maybe I'd better wash it first," he suggested.
"I'll wash it for you," she volunteered, dropping to her knees and taking the mauve glans into her tender lips.
He twitched and groaned with delight as her tongue darted up and down his swollen urethral tube while her soft lips caressed the enflamed shaft and the sensitive head and corona were treated to the damp warmth of her mouth and throat.
Slipping her hands beneath his robe, she cupped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him even deeper into her wanton mouth. Her confused mind was caught on the horns of a dilemma as her hungry cunt cried out for an internal massage by that hard hot manflesh, but her palate demanded to be treated to the taste of his sweet come. Before she could make up her mind as to which was the more urgent need, the die was cast for her. His hands grasped her head and she felt the welcome swelling of the head of his cock in her mouth just before his hot love lava flowed and its wondrous flavor permeated her gums and coated her teeth while it enthralled her palate.
Oh, how she loved the taste of his come in her mouth. For a moment, she thought that she was going to come herself, just from the thrill of ingesting his. When his outpouring had stopped and he had begun to shrink back to normal size, she released him, trying to retain as much of his delightful ball brandy in her mouth as she could to enjoy it slowly, as one sniffs rare brandy from a brandy inhaler, becoming intoxicated by its very aroma.
He wanted to return her oral favors and, even though her silken slit was juicy with anticipation, her practical German mind warned her that their dinners would burn. Reluctantly, she postponed her pleasures until later and rushed to the oven to extract the tinfoil plates just in time.
During dinner Elsie asked, "Tell me about the table you're refinishing."
"Well, it's a genuine Victorian piece. I found it at one of those charity rummage sales for eight dollars. It was in disreputable shape. I had to glue and clamp the legs and fill in a few deep gouges. Now I'll strip it to the bare wood and re-finish it with French varnish and wax until it gets the desired patina. It takes about five hours work, but I already have it sold to a faggot decorator for a hundred dollars. That's how I'm making the money to finance my career."
"I'd love to help you, if you'll show me how."
"Okay. The next step is tedious but easy. We rub it down carefully with fine steel wool until every trace of the old varnish is gone. Then we wash it with benzine and when it dries, start to refinish. It may be a little rough on your hands and fingernails."
"I don't give a damn. I'll enjoy feeling that I am helping to get your career launched." She wondered if he got the implication of her attitude that she wanted to share more than just the start of his announced climb to riches and luxury.
After two hours of lovingly massaging the old table with steel wool, then washing and drying it with the benzine, Harold mixed the French varnish of shellac, alcohol and a little reddish-brown stain. He showed her how to rub it carefully into the grain with folded cheesecloth. He did the top while she did the legs and base. All the while they sipped on the wine.
When Elsie went into the bathroom to wash up, she decided to get more than just her hands clean, so she drew a tub of hot water which was still a rare treat for her. She concentrated as much on soaping her snatch as she did on scrubbing her hands. She wanted it to be kissing clean. After drying herself, she returned to the living room stark naked. No matter how much toweling she did she could never seem to get that hairy gash thoroughly dry. She sat in the large club chair and hooked her legs over the arms, treating her open sex slot to the cool air from the noisy little air conditioner. She began to fan it with her hands.
Harold, watching intently, volunteered, "Here, let me help you."
He squatted cross-legged like an old-fashioned tailor before her chair, brought his face close to her gaping cunt and began to blow his warm breath into and around it, slowly and delightfully evaporating the last of the bathwater.
"Hey, that tickles, especially when your wind goes through my cunthair. You better be careful. You're likely to get me all sexed up," she taunted.
"Now wouldn't that be awful," he teased, redoubling his deep breathing and stimulating exhaling.
Soon the watery dampness of her bath disappeared and was replaced by tiny droplets of a heavier moisture of internal origin as her pussy palpitated and fairly puckered at the thrilling nearness of his expert mouth. He saw the minute beads of love dew that glistened on and around the lips of her seething vagina. The heat from it was becoming so intense that it radiated against his lips as though he had brought his face within an inch of a hot iron.
He began to tease her cunt with his fingers now, running them around and over the erogenous area and trailing them lightly through the big bush of ash blonde cunthair. Hooking two fingers into each side of her vaginal opening, he stretched them as widely as he could and peered into her private recesses like an examining gynecologist.
"God, Elsie, you're beautiful in there. You're every bit as lovely on the inside as you are on the outside."
"What does the inside of my cunt look like, Harold? When I was a young girl, I tried to see it in a mirror, but I could never get the light right."
"It's like a crystal cave with translucent walls of rose-pink quartz. I wish I could crawl all the way in and explore every thrilling inch of your interior."
"You make it sound like one of those travelog movies," she laughed. "What are you going to call your documentary? Something catchy, like Through the Vaginal Canal with Gun and Camera?"
"Don't joke about it. This is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I could be happy just staring into your sweet snatch all night."
"Well, maybe that would keep you happy, but I require something a little more physical than your Peeping Tom game. Oh, Harold, stop playing around and torturing me. I'm as horny as a bitch wolf in mating season. Suck my cunt! Let me feel your wonderful stiff tongue and your soft lovely lips. I'm burning up in there. Please suck me! I need to feel your tongue lapping into my hot cunt and sucking every drop of come out of it. Now, Harold, suck me now!"
"Okay, lady, you asked for it... you're gonna get it," he declared as he pressed his face into contact with the fur-fringed pink valley and drove his tongue all the way into her creamy tunnel of love.
"Oh God, that's wonderful! Tongue fuck me as deep as you can get in!"
He drove his tongue into her so deep that the muscles at its base ached, then she pulled it in and out of her seething snatch as though it were an oral dildo standing in for a hard prick. She moaned and sighed and her head rolled from side to side as she clamped his head between her soft thighs and raised her crotch tighter and tighter to his mouth. On every third stroke of his tongue, he would withdraw completely and flick the tip of it over her swollen little clitoris once or twice before driving it back deep into her vulva.
"Oh, yes, tongue me, lick me, kiss me, suck me, bite me, chew me, eat me up, but, for God's sake, you've got to put out the fires that are consuming my crotch. Eat my cunt, baby, eat it all up!"
Following her suggestions, he began to switch from one exotic treatment to another, alternately using his tongue, his lips, and his teeth on her hot trembling creaming cunt. Elsie began to tremble and then shudder violently in appreciation of the series of erotic thrills that were almost beyond human endurance.
"Oh, it's so beautiful. It won't be long now. Pretend that you're a hungry tomcat and that my pussy is a bowl of heavy cream. Lap every drop of cream out of me with your wonderful tongue."
She was thrashing about in the chair now, clutching the brinks of a mammoth orgasm that would hurtle her into a bottomless chasm of sheer sensuous satisfaction.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming!"
"Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me. Come right in my mouth," he muttered as best he could with his lips glued to her seething slit.
"Now! Right now. Oh, you've got it! Take it all, don't leave a drop in there!"
Just as she started to come, he slipped the middle finger of his right hand all the way up her asshole. The sudden new sensation at the very moment of her orgasmic relief seemed to double her ecstasy as she let flow the greatest come of her life. A million colored comets and falling stars filled the skies as Mount Vesuvius erupted with a deafening roar. Her inner muscular spasms seemed to go on endlessly as she flowed on and on, the gushing wellsprings of her sex pouring forth until they reached an arid dryness. She plunged into a void of heavenly total satisfaction as she fell back against the cushion of the chair in a near faint.
Once he was satisfied that he had drained the very dregs from the kegs of her vaginal juices, Harold pulled his face away and crawled up to kiss her on her other mouth. His lips were coated with her warm fluid offerings and she could taste her cunt on his lips as he kissed her deeply and passionately.
"Was it good, honey? Did I suck your little cunt just the way you wanted it done?" he asked needlessly.
She threw her arms around him and pulled him close to her still heaving tits, nearly smothering him in the mountains of soft flesh as she answered, "Oh, my dear, it was simply superb! You've got to be the greatest cunt-lapper in the whole world. I've never felt anything so thrilling in my whole life."
"Did I get it all?" he asked, obviously looking for further compliments.
"Clear down to my toenails!"
"I'm glad. I love to suck your cunt and I want to do it just the way you like it best."
"My dear boy, tonight you did more than suck my cunt. You gave me a French hysterectomy. That surgical tongue of yours took out everything inside me!"
Harold suggested now that a midnight snack might have a restorative effect upon their spent sex centers. He went to the kitchen and opened a tin of sardines and produced a small flat ball of Gouda cheese which he served on a platter with saltines and Ry-Krisp. To wash it down, he poured two full tumblers of the red wine.
As they nibbled and drank, Elsie was filled with a glow of sheer contentment. She was thoroughly happy and delightfully comfortable in this crazy old apartment with this eager young man who was so consumed with the fires of ambition.
Not understanding her quiet attitude, Harold finally asked about it. "A penny for your thoughts."
"Oh, they're worth a lot more than that. I was just thinking how happy I am here with you. I feel more at home than I've ever felt in my life. It makes me hate to go back home."
"Tell me about your home and your family," he prompted. He wanted to learn a little more before expressing the thought that was at the back of his mind.
"There isn't much to tell. What I refer to loosely as 'home' is a crummy fifth floor walk-up tenement cold-water flat. My room is like a slightly oversized closet. As to family, there is just my dad. I seldom see him. He gets up and goes to work before I get out of bed. We used to visit some at nights but now, since he's brought some floozie in to live with him, I feel that I have to closet myself in my little cubicle whenever they're around. We have no bathroom and only two temperatures; too hot all summer and too cold all winter. I hate it. Often, at night, I can hear them fucking or sucking in the room next door and I get all hot and have to play with myself. She's one of those noisily passionate broads who moan and scream and make a lot of sex talk while they're screwing. It drives me nuts, but I can't afford a place of my own. Not yet, anyway."
"Goddamn, that's wonderful!" he exclaimed.
"Wonderful, shit... it's simply awful." She sounded surprised at his comment.
"No, you misunderstood me. I mean that I was afraid you came from a big happy family in a nice home and would scoff at the idea of moving into this crummy pad with me," he explained.
"Surely you're not serious," she said, praying that he was.
"I've never been more serious in my life. Please, Elsie, move in here and live with me. There's plenty of room and you won't have to pay any rent and you get a ride back and forth to work. How about it?"
"You mean you want me to be your mistress and live with you?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Well then, say it."
"I want you to be my mistress and live with me," he sputtered.
"Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask. What took you so long?" She threw herself into his arms and smothered him with kisses.
"Does that mean that you will?" he asked stupidly.
"You bet your sweet ass it does. Now don't you try to crawfish out of it, Harold Levenson. You issued a formal invitation and I accepted it. You try to cancel it now and I'll claw your eyes out and tear your balls off. I've never been so happy about anything."
"Yeah, me too," he beamed. He could not conceive of the fact that getting a broad to live with you could be such a simple matter as just asking.
While Harold went to the bathroom and prepared for bed, Elsie put away the cheese, sardines, and crackers and washed the plate and glasses. She vowed that she would be the best housekeeper in town, now that she had a house to keep.
Once they were in bed Harold asked, "Don't you think we should seal our agreement?"
"Sure, you mean seal it with a kiss?"
"I had something a little more intimate in mind."
At his suggestion, she crouched on her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress while he knelt behind her. She stroked his cock and rubbed it against her juicy twat until he had a beautiful hard-on. She guided the purplish head into the pink lips of her cunt and he drove into her, dog fashion.
Once they had completed the penetration and established their rhythm, he leaned forward and reached beneath her to cup and caress her big hanging tits in his hands. As he pulled them to the sides, Elsie found that she could look back between her legs and watch his dangling balls swing back and forth like a fleshy pendulum as he drove his stiff prick in and out of her soft juicy cunt. The sight fascinated her. She watched them jerk and twitch as he shot his load of hot jism into her cunt where she could feel it splash off her uterus. It was all she needed. Her vaginal muscles clutched and squeezed at his embedded member, milking his balls dry while she came right along with him.
Harold had not been without the visual delights of this position. He had thrilled to the sight of his swollen cock pistoning in and out of that hairy gash of hers. He was fascinated by the way her vaginal lips extended and clutched at his prick on the backstroke as though urging it not to leave. Then on the forestroke they collapsed within her vulva. As they fucked, those lips kept working in and out like a bellows. They seemed to swell and darken in color as she got ready to come. Then he bent back over her to play with her beautiful big boobs again and could no longer watch the puckering and sucking lips of her cunt.
Elsie slept like a baby. Harold was on his side, behind her. His arm was around her, holding onto one of her tits, while his soft limp cock touched the cheek of her ass. She felt safe and happy. There would be no more icy mornings with frozen plumbing, and no more sweltering hot sleepless nights spent listening to her father fuck that slut he had brought home.
Like many a woman before her, Elsie had taken her first steps up the ladder to happiness and luxury, not with her feet nor her brains, but with her cunt and her mouth. As she fell asleep, she wondered just how high these two assets could take her. At this moment in life, she was so pleased with herself that she gave no thought to Newton's law that states what goes up... must come down.
CHAPTER THREE
Elsie awakened at the crack of dawn. She sneaked from bed and went to the bathroom. She was about to pee when she realized that her cunt was dripping. The huge load of come that Harold had shot into her last night was seeping out. Holding back her desire to pee, she reached down and scooped at her cream-filled snatch with her cupped fingers. When they were filled with his precious fluids, she squeezed the lips of her cunt tightly together with her other hand and withdrew the one she had used as a ladle.
She caught the musky aroma of his semen as her hand neared her face. She brought it close to her nose and filled her nostrils with the heady fragrance. She looked closely at his come in the early morning light. It was as heavy as pure honey and the whiteness of it was pearlescent and shimmered in the light. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry. The taste was different somehow and it came to her that his come was now mingled with the juices of her own cunt.
She went back several more times until she had scraped her hot little receptacle dry of the lovely liqueur. Her bladder nearly burst from the waiting, but she would not dream of letting this heavenly nectar drip down to go wasted on a toilet bowl. Now she let blast so hard that the heavy stream splashed little drops of water back up between her spread legs.
The taste of Harold's come always made her so horny she couldn't stand it. Now that she had eaten a load from her snatch, she was hungry for a fresh from the source supply. Returning to the bedroom, she found Harold lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He had thrown off the sheet and a beautiful erection arose from the hairy triangle at his groin.
It was only a little after five-thirty. They didn't have to get to work until nine-fifteen. Now that she had been asked to move in with him, Elsie wouldn't rest easy until her few possessions were removed from the old flat and installed here. Her father would be leaving for work soon and perhaps Harold would take her over to remove her things before they went to work. She knew how hard he worked and hated to awaken him early, but this was important. Perhaps a special type of wake-up might put him in a good mood.
She sat on the side of the bed and, with the barest touch of her fingertips, stroked his swollen cock and caressed his balls. Her head was splitting from all of the cheap wine last night and she figured that his erection was probably just a hangover hard-on, but she intended to take full advantage of it. She might wind up with nothing but a mouthful of pee from a strictly piss hard-on, but it was worth the chance.
She bent over his sleeping form and slipped her warm moist lips over his turgid member. He groaned slightly in his sleep as he felt the tip of his cock encased in her damp, hot mouth. While her hands stroked the base of his cock and caressed his balls and massaged them, she slid deeper and deeper down over the hot staff of his manhood.
He raised his ass off the mattress and thrust his hips at her face as he struggled to implant his feverish cock deeper and deeper in the hot damp recesses of her throat. Rhythmically, she slid her hungry mouth up and down the length of that stiff obelisk of flesh, while he began to breathe more heavily and grasp her head and press it more tightly to his sex.
She watched as his eyes opened in happy surprise just moments before he crumbled his cookies in her hot wet mouth, while she swallowed and moaned in a gourmet's delight, satiating her erotic appetite on the delicious juices of his personal sweetbreads. His creamy discharge tasted sweeter and fresher now that she received it straight from the udder than when she had scooped it second hand from her soft warm receptacle.
"What a delightful way to be awakened from happy dreams to an even happier morning," he smiled as he pulled her close and buried his face in her big soft tits.
"Don't get any bright ideas, buster. You've had yours. Now I have plans on which you have to help me. Just tell me where to find the coffeepot. While you shower, I'll make coffee, then we'll swing by my place, pick up my things, and leave them in the trunk all day so that I can officially move in after work. That is, if you still want me for a roommate."
"You bet your sweet Bippy I do," he said as he slipped his fingers down to nuzzle her cunthair and dip, for a moment or two, into her warm, moist snatch. Then he hopped from bed and made for the bathroom.
"The coffeepot is in the upper left-hand cabinet. The coffee is right next to it. If you want toast, there's bread in the second drawer on the right of the sink."
Elsie ran happily to the kitchen and put on the coffee and got ready to make toast. It would only take her a minute to dress and so she performed these playhouse duties in the nude. Just as the coffee was beginning to perk, Harold emerged from the bathroom. He was freshly shaved and smelled of aftershave and underarm deodorant. He checked the coffeepot and led her by the hand back to bed.
"We have at least five minutes to wait," he explained, easing her back onto the mattress and pressing his face to her crotch. He licked and sucked at her cunt in his usual proficient manner until she felt her inner pinata break and spew forth its presents into his eager mouth. She wondered if he had been taught to suck cunt by a lesbian, since he did it so perfectly.
After their coffee and toast, they dressed and piled into his car. They carried two shopping bags from his kitchen and a battered valise from his closet. When they arrived at her flat, they saw no one in the halls, other than a few mice and rats after the paper sacks of garbage left outside the apartment doors and one old man on the third floor, in an Indian blanket robe and felt carpet slippers, rushing to the little closet with the smelly toilet bowl.
It didn't take long to pack her possessions: the fur outfit from Joe Friedman and all of the junk jewelry and watches from the traveling salesmen. Her father was gone, but his present paramour was in his bedroom, snoring like a horse. The door to her bedroom was open and she lay spread-eagled on the bare mattress, her huge hairy gash open in a mass of purple and red, looking for all the world like she was the victim of a Chinese tong war.
Elsie scribbled a brief note which she left on the kitchen table for her father. She explained that she thought he would be happier having complete privacy with his new girl friend and that she had made arrangements to share an apartment with a co-worker at Sears. She did not mention that the co-worker was a man. As she and Harold carried her few pathetic sex trophies down the malodorous stairwell of the stench-ridden slum, Elsie made yet another vow to herself and her future.
"No matter what happens, I'll never live like this again."
Snuggled close to him as they drove out of the sordid neighborhood, she managed to close her mind completely on those first eighteen years of her life. It was as though she had just been born this moment, next to this ambitious man. She felt one little pang as they drove past the little second-hand clothing store run by Joe Friedman and his father. It looked so poor and cheap. She shuddered at the thought that this was where she had lost her cherry, believing that a room with heat and a bath was the height of luxury. She had come a long way since then and it had cost her many comes to make the trip.
Her next five months with Harold were deliriously happy. She did a housekeeping job on their apartment that brought him to comment, "Honey, this place hasn't been so clean since it left the lumberyard."
She went with him in search of refinishable furniture and wore the skin off her hands, assisting him in restoring antiques. She coached him on the questions for the impending insurance license exam. Everything seemed to be progressing on schedule on his personal timetable for success. Through his sideline antique business, he now had several thousand dollars in the bank to tide them over until he got established in the insurance business. They were divinely happy together until that horrible afternoon when she went to Doctor Bernard because of her constant nausea. Her whole world seemed to tumble down around her shoulders when the doctor informed her that she was pregnant. She was afraid to tell Harold. It would upset his entire timetable for his career. Even an abortion would cost five hundred and it had taken them a long time to save that much.
In bed that night, as they were fucking, she made her stumbling confession, sure that Harold would become irate. Instead, he was deliriously happy with the news and insisted they should have the baby. She knew what it meant as a blow to their budget, but he was adamant that she have the best of care and treatment.
Two months later, her morning sickness became so severe that she could not keep up her job at Sears. There had been a lot of suspicion and gossip that she and Harold had been living together, so she did not dare tell the truth to the personnel department. Rather than go onto sick leave, she merely waited to be fired for not reporting on the job.
She and Harold had long ago tossed their incomes into the same pot. She realized what a drag she would be on him now. As yet her pregnancy did not show, and wanted to do something to keep up her end.
After Harold was safely at work, Elsie would get dressed and go down to the downtown hotel lobbies and cocktail lounges and peddle her ass. A slightly pregnant woman looks very sexy and so for the first few months she did very well. She covered it all with Harold by explaining that a friendly old maiden aunt wanted to help in her hour of need.
Once her pregnancy became glaringly obvious, she was no longer able to turn the twenty-dollar tricks. Explaining why her old aunt had suddenly cut her short posed a problem. As a result she worked even harder and longer. Her belly had swollen to unbelievable proportions. Nobody, even the horniest traveling salesman, wanted to fuck her now. She was reduced to peddling head. It's a funny psychological thing about selling blow jobs. If a girl is trim and fuckable, a guy will pay her extra to give him head. If she is fat and pregnant and can't do anything else, he wants a cut rate for head.
Elsie found herself hard pressed to locate and service enough customers for cocksucking to bring home the allowance she said her aunt had promised her. From twenty bucks for a simple trick, her rate dropped to five for a head job and, when things got rough, she even blew a few guys for two dollars. Often, in order to bring home dear auntie's "copious largesse," she blew guys until her jaws ached by the time she got back and tried to look like a demure little girl in Harold's apartment.
By the time her belly swelled until it felt and looked like she had swallowed a watermelon, Harold gave up all attempts to have sex with her. He was afraid to fuck her for fear of disfiguring the baby and she didn't offer to go down on him since she had already encountered a commercial overdose of cocksucking.
One night, as they lay close together in bed, she could feel his rising erection pressing against the cheeks of her ass. She was very much in love and felt that she was failing him in this period. Without being asked, she rolled over flat on her tummy and spoke to him over her shoulder. "Harold, I want you to fuck me in the ass. Go ahead, it can't hurt the baby. It will relieve you and it might even feel good to me."
Moments later, he mounted her firm full buttocks and guided the head of his big stiff cock into the tight little pursed tan ring of her rear. They were both dry and the efforts to make anal penetration were fruitless and painful. At last Harold remembered a pump bottle of Keri lotion in the bathroom. He rushed to get it and coated his hands well as he massaged her beautiful buttocks and drove his fingers down into the valley between them. He covered her tight little anus with the creamy lotion and finally worked one finger, then two, into the tight stricture of her rear. He coated his cock with the lotion. Now he guided the spongy head of his throbbing cock to the center of the tan starfish opening of her asshole and pressed firmly inward. The resistance of the little ring of muscle was easily overcome by the lubrication of both their mating surfaces and he slid tightly but comfortably into her anus.
"Oh, Harold, that's wonderful! I've missed that beautiful prick of yours so much lately. Shove it all the way up my ass. Bugger me good, baby."
Inch by inch, he drove it deeper and deeper into her asshole until his balls pressed tight against the smooth cheeks of her lovely rump. Elsie raised up slightly on knees and elbows to take the pressure off her swollen belly and to bring her ass closer to him. She wanted him to cornhole her violently, but he was gentle and considerate of his unborn child. In a way, this put a whole new light on anal intercourse in Elsie's mind. It became something tender and sweet and superbly intimate. It had been a long time since she'd had an orgasm and now she came three times while his hot rod drove in and out of her posterior posthole. She thrilled as she felt the swelling deep inside her bowels as he burst and flushed her lower intestines with the heavy milk of his love.
Afterwards, they rolled slowly over onto their sides without breaking contact. They went to sleep with his cock still held tight in her asshole.
Even in her sleep she did little tricks with her anal muscles and, instead of softening and slipping out of her rear, Harold got a fresh hard-on while his cock was still up her ass. He thought that he was having a wet dream but in reality he was fucking her with his rectum roto-rooter while they both slept. He moaned in his sleep as he blew another load of his hot come into her hot tight asshole while her muscles hugged and squeezed him in appreciation of the anal massage he had provided.
A few weeks later he went in for the three-hour state examination which he had to pass to get his insurance salesman's license. They had stayed up all night the night before the test to review and cram off of the complex information into his head. He came home afterward completely wrung out and frustrated. He was sure that he had flunked out but wouldn't know for a week or so. He took a hot bath and crawled into bed. He was too nervous to sleep. Elsie rubbed his back, chest, and legs with lotion. She began to pet and massage his limp cock and to gently squeeze his balls. It was like a massage with a velvet glove and inch by inch his prick expanded and grew to towering heights.
She started to go down on it and suck him off, but he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing so much that she continued to masturbate his throbbing cock. She coated it with more of the lotion and this made the running of her hands up and down its hot length as soft and smooth as the walls of a creamy cunt. When he was ready to come, she planned to swoop down and take the swollen head into her mouth so as to not lose a drop of his sweet come. She mistimed by a split second and he spurted upward like a spouting whale when her open mouth was an inch above him. His jism shot right into her hungry mouth and she rapped it like she was taking water from a drinking fountain. She swallowed the first jettison quickly so as not to lose it and had the tip of his cock safely inside her soft warm lips before the second and third jets of love juice left the slit that was the fountainhead of her treasures. How different his come tasted than that of her various customers. It was as different as brandy and beer. She wondered if it were chemical or merely emotional.
Now thoroughly relaxed, he fell asleep. Elsie tried but she was emotionally frustrated. She loved her sex and playing with his cock and tasting his come had made her hot as hell. Lately he hadn't even sucked her cunt or fucked her up the ass. Now for the first time since they had been together, she ran her hand down to her hairy hole and fingered her clit. She was all juicy. Suddenly she had an inspiration. Harold was sleeping flat on his back, his limp spent prick hanging down against his leg. She straddled his prone sleeping body and lowered her seething snatch down just above his soft cock.
She couldn't see past her swollen belly but she reached down and gripped the inert pecker just behind the corona. She lifted it to her cunt and rubbed the tender spongy head of it back and forth across her clitoris. It felt ever so much better than her finger had. She rubbed it down into her vulva to pick up some of the cream for lubrication, then proceeded to massage her swollen panic button with that tenderest part of a man's body. She kept it up until she had come three times, then she let go of his still soft cock and crawled off him to her own side of the bed. Tonight she had jerked him off and this was a fair play turnabout that he had masturbated her with the tip of his limp cock. Smiling at the thought she fell asleep.
A week later Harold heard from the insurance commissioner. He had passed the exam and his license was enclosed.
"This calls for a celebration," Elsie exclaimed as she produced a cake and wine.
"They say that one good turn deserves another, so perhaps one license deserves another. Why don't we go down tomorrow and get a marriage license? After all, if I'm going to be a big insurance magnate, I can't afford to have any bastard kids running around, can I?"
Elsie's eyes had suddenly filled with tears. She had never been this happy. Even after he had knocked her up neither of them had mentioned marriage. She had begun to think it was too much to hope for. Now this wildest of dreams had come true.
"You don't really have to marry me, you know," she sobbed when she finally found her voice.
"Did it ever occur to you I might want to marry you?" he asked softly.
"You've never said that you love me," she pouted.
"Of course I love you, Elsie."
"How much?"
His eyes dropped from her face to the bursting seams of her one and only maternity dress and he started to laugh as he said, "Take off your clothes and look in the mirror and you'll see just how much I love you. From the way it kicks at night, I think we're going to have a centaur."
"I'll take off my clothes, but not to look in the mirror," she answered seductively as she started to disrobe. When she was completely naked, she crouched on her knees on the edge of the big chair and rested her head on the back cushion, raising her beautifully rounded buttocks to offer him access to her ass. The silent invitation must have worked, she thought, hearing a slight whirring noise as he unzipped his fly and took out his cock.
He stood behind her between her spread legs as she kneeled on the chair edge. With his hands he spread the cheeks of her ass wide. That little asshole stared up at him like a brown-eyed Cyclops as she rubbed a little spittle on the top of his cock and guided it to the dead center of his target-Slowly he burrowed into her tight ass. When she let her muscles relax and her rectum dilated to more comfortably accommodate him, he began stroking in and out smoothly and easily. He loved the feel of her soft hot anal linings caressing his burgeoning prick as it shuttled in and out of the delightfully tight stricture. He spread her cheeks wide and watched with all the excitement of a voyeur at a peep show as his big cock completely disappeared inside the rosey beige doughnut deep in that wonderful valley.
Elsie thrilled at the feel of his marvelous big prick beautifully plugging her asshole. She needed this, but something was missing. It finally occurred to her that he still had his pants on and had just unzipped and taken out his cock. "Harold, do me a favor. Take out your balls too. I want to feel them slapping against my cunt while you fuck me up the ass," she said.
He did as she requested and then everything was perfect. She reached down under her swollen stomach and fingered her clit while his great ramrod drove ever deeper into her asshole. She came twice before he blasted a huge load into her with such force that, had she not been braced against the back cushion of the chair, would have knocked her flat on her face. His hot cream flooded into her entrails and made her realize how a radiator feels being backflushed. It was all so thrillingly beautiful that she felt sorry for all the pregnant women who had never learned the pleasures of allowing their lovers to dunk their dickie in their dung holes.
The following Saturday they were married by a judge. The simple wedding certificate was the most beautiful picture Elsie had ever seen. It meant that she was now officially Mrs. Levenson. She wondered how long it would take to get used to giving her name as Elsie Levenson rather than Elsie Brand.
Melinda Levenson was born the same day that Harold sold his first insurance policy. In a way it seemed that two new lives were starting out together.
As soon as she got home from the hospital and the baby was safely in her crib, Harold couldn't wait to undress his wife. He covered her body with kisses and sucked on her beautiful big tits until milk came from her nursing mother's nipples. "Hey, Dad, leave a little for the baby!" she teased.
He rubbed and kissed her flattened tummy as though he was afraid it wasn't for real. "Jesus, it's good to see you back to your beautiful figure again. I'm afraid I could never love a fat woman."
"Maybe you think it doesn't seem good to me too. I feel like I had suddenly lost a hundred pounds. Now when I look down I can actually see my cunthair. I haven't seen it for months. The nurse wanted to shave me before the baby came but I wouldn't let her. A shaved cunt somehow doesn't look sexy and I wanted to make sure I would look sexy to you again. Do I, Harold?"
"I'll let my cock answer that question for me," he laughed, as he stripped off his clothes to reveal a roaring hard-on.
She ran into his arms and ground her hairy snatch up against the hot throbbing beauty. It seemed good to be able to mat their pubic hairs together again after the long months of her pregnancy. She rubbed her tits against his hairy chest. The swollen nipples felt like two thumbs grinding into his chest. He waltzed her over to the couch and they did a gentle lovers' fall. Her legs were around him in an instant and his swollen prick needed no guiding to slip into that juicy gash which was still somewhat dilated from the recent delivery.
"Oh, fuck me, Harold. Fuck me good. It's been so long. I thought I'd go mad for want of your big cock in my cunt. Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me hard and deep."
"I've missed that soft warm cunt of yours, baby. I loved buggering your tight little asshole, but this is different. It's kinda hard to beat the real thing. Give it to me, baby, raise that hot little snatch up tight to me. Oh, Christ, I can't hold back, I'm coming in your cunt, baby!"
"Not without me, you're not," she insisted, drumming on the small of his back with the backs of her heels while she thrust her hot box up to him so violently that it threatened to suck him, balls and all, into the damp dark cave behind the hair.
"Hurry. Right now!" he cried.
"Yes, darling, now. I'm coming too! I'm coming right with you, all over that beautiful big cock of yours that stuffs my cunt so sweetly. Now! Ohhhhhh."
"Ahhhh."
Elsie had almost forgotten how wonderful it was to feel him jettison his hot load deep in her sex thimble. She felt it splash and flood around filling every deepest crevice and recess of her vagina just as the muscular spasms and contortions grasped appreciatively at his cock and her head swam with the emotional storm of her first normal fuck in months. It felt so absolutely mind blowing to feel him inside her that she wished she could cut off his cock and sew up her cunt lips to trap it inside her forever.
After a long famine, one meal, even though it be a veritable feast, is not enough to satiate the ravenous pent-up appetites which have compounded their demands over the months. Thus it was with Elsie's hungry cunt. She tried to squeeze Harold's spent prick back to life with her inner muscles but finally succeeded only on plopping it out of her completely like some fleshy tiddlywink. Infuriated at her sudden loss, she threw him off her body and swooped down on his limp cock like a cormorant in a fishing dive on a herring. She swallowed it completely on one gulp and began sucking and chewing on it voraciously, demanding that it harden to further service her tortured twat. When his prick began to harden, she went down and swooped his balls into her mouth to further the process, while she stroked his cock with one hand and played with his asshole with the other.
Once her frenzied efforts had achieved the desired results, she hopped onto her knees on the edge of the couch, saying, "Fuck me dog fashion! I want to look back, now that my belly no longer obstructs my view, and watch your cock going in and out of my cunt, if you'll lift my tits aside and out of the line of vision."
"Wonderful idea! I love to fuck you in that position, anyway. I can rub my sensitive urethral tube right against your swollen little clitoris and produce maximum results for both of us. Besides I like to look down and watch it going in and out of your hot hole."
While they were fucking this way, at one point he squeezed her tits so hard that little streams of milk shot out into his hands. Meanwhile, she reached down between her legs and squeezed his balls while he drove his swollen cock in and out of her demanding pussy.
Twice his embedded prick felt the wild clutchings of her cunt as the muscles went through the contortions that crumbled her cookie for her. When the milking machine action hit his drooling dong for the third time, he let blast with a load that flew into her as though it had been shot out of a cannon. He had moved one of his milk-drenched hands to her ass and, using the mother's milk for lubricant, had been finger-fucking her rear while he took the cock-length strokes in and out of her tender trap.
"Think that will hold you until we get to bed?" he asked, as they resumed normal sitting positions on the couch.
"I guess so, provided we get to bed real early," she smiled, winking suggestively.
"If you insist on keeping up this pace you're gonna fuck me to death."
"Can you think of a nicer way to die?"
"Well, no, but suppose you get knocked-up again. Why don't you go on the Pill or something?"
"I can't do that. It's going against my old-fashioned religious upbringing. Besides I love making babies... your babies. I'd just as soon they came along nine months and twenty minutes apart."
"In that case, I'd better step up my career timetable. You'll have my fortune spent on diaper services and Pablum before I even have a chance to make it."
"Don't worry about your precious career. I'll be able to help more now." She didn't bother to explain that what she meant was now that she had regained her superb figure, she could contribute to the family income by doing a little hustling while he was out working. She figured that a babysitter would only cost her a buck an hour, while whoring should bring in between ten and fifty dollars an hour.
Later in bed, Harold fucked her again. This time it was with her on top. Their bellies virtually grew together like Siamese twins. For a while she lay flat down on him, her hairy cunt squeezing and grinding against his entrapped cock and crushed balls, while her tits pressed against his chest and they kissed with their tongues doing that lovers' tango by dancing in and out of each other's mouth.
"Raise up so that I can suck on your tits while we fuck, honey," he directed.
She lifted her chest from his and supported herself with the palms of her hands flat against the mattress, letting her big full breasts dangle right down close to his face. He played with them with his hands, then sucked on one, then the other, as he alternated back and forth like a windshield wiper.
"If you press them together, I'll bet you can get both nipples in your mouth at once," she suggested helpfully.
"Goddamn, Elsie, you are a glutton where sex is concerned. I'll bet you wish I had two pricks so that I could fuck your cunt and asshole at the same time."
"Beautiful idea. Let's talk to Dr. Bernard about a transplant!"
"Okay, funny girl, now shut up and fuck me, since you're in the position to make with all the action."
Being careful not to let his lover's lance slip out of her slit, Elsie raised her knees until she was crouched over him. Now, using her knees as fulcrums, she rode his cock like she was posting a horse, bouncing back and forth, up and down in the saddle in a beautiful rhythmic ride, while he chewed on her nipples. Occasionally, he was rewarded with some of her tit juice. He was beginning to like the strange flavor. Too bad it was like bock beer, only available during special short periods.
Elsie had been setting the pace and positioning her cunt so as to get the greatest reaction to the upside-down fuck. Harold had felt her come once and knew that she would be able to keep going all night, or at least until he was fucked flat. Letting go of her tits while he still had the nipples in his mouth, he ran his hands down to her ass and grasped her buttocks, driving her down hard on his rod several times, making sure that she took every last millimeter of his swollen throbbing prick into her inner belly. Even as he plunged her cunt down over his stiff cock, he thrust upward with his hips. If they'd have gotten any closer, he'd have been behind her.
"God, but it's good to be back in your cunt again!" he groaned as they fucked furiously.
"Maybe you think I haven't missed feeling that wonderful cock of yours deep inside of me... in the front, I mean."
Now, pulling her down violently so that his enraged prick was balls deep in her hot wet snatch, he spread the cheeks of her ass so far apart that she could not restrain herself from letting go with a loud juicy fart, just as he blasted his load against the wall of her uterus. She orgasmed with him and clutched and squeezed at his imprisoned cock. It was as though the very power of his eruption deep inside her had forced the wind out of the relief valve of her ass.
She lay there atop him until his withered pecker plopped from her juicy snatch. Reluctantly, Elsie accepted the fact that his poor tired warrior had fought his last battle for tonight. As for herself, her gluttonous appetite was not yet satiated. Having lost his drained dong, she now crawled upward, still astride him, until her knees straddled his head and she lowered her dripping cunt to his face.
There is a unique aroma to a freshly fucked cunt that is aphrodisiac in nature. This wild bouquet assailed his nostrils and again he clutched her beautifully rounded buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. The pearlescent milky fluids of their mixed sex juices were slowly flowing out of her directly into Harold's mouth. He was aware of a new taste now, mildly saline like swallowing seawater when swimming in the ocean. Although he had never tasted seaweed, he related the flavor to that of creamed kelp. He tongued and licked and sucked to extract every delicious drop. With a sudden shock, the realization dawned on him that the strange new taste was that of his own come, dripping back out of her cunt and into his mouth. That made two firsts for today... mother's milk and male semen.
Once he had drained her hairy cup of every last drop of the nectars of their earlier encounters, he set about to suck her sweet little cunt in earnest. Hinged on her knees above his face, she could move up and down over his mouth to direct his tongue and lips to whatever area of her sex valley felt best at the moment. She took full advantage of her mobility in this position and dragged that silken slit across his tonguing mouth from clitoris to asshole. Every now and then he would hold her still over his mouth while he sucked the soft lips of her vagina into his own lips and then slid his tongue between them and deep into her velvet vulva in the most intimate of soul kisses. He felt her come once while he did this, but she was very sneaky about it, apparently fearing that he might stop once he thought he had brought her to a climax.
She could not disguise the telltale contractions of those secret internal muscles as they clutched at his deeply embedded tongue. He merely patted her gently on the smooth cheeks of her rump and urged her to give him all she had.
Rather than satisfying her, that first come into his mouth merely served to whet her appetite for oral sex. Her cunt had been sadly neglected during the last months of her pregnancy and Elsie had every intention of making up for lost time now. She squirmed about now until his tongue and lips were in direct contact with her swollen and enflamed little panic button. As he directed his full attention to that most sensitive area of the female anatomy, she said, "Oh yes, baby, eat my clit. Eat it up and make Mommy come real good again and again."
He sucked the little pink and white pea that was now swollen out of its protective pod into his mouth and alternately flicked his tongue across it and gently chewed on the tiny nerve center.
"That's beautiful, darling. Now finger-fuck me while you eat my clit. I want everything. I've got to come at least twice more."
Harold slid one, then two fingers deep into her soft creamy vulva, moving them in and out rhythmically while he licked and sucked and chewed on her clitoris.
"Shove a finger up my ass too while you suck my cunt and finger fuck me," she begged.
Harold switched hands now, moving the middle finger that was all coated with her slimy cunt juice back to work all the way into her hot tight asshole, while he re-attacked her frontal area with the three middle fingers of his other hand. He pistoned all four fingers in and out of her fore and aft as he sucked voraciously on her enraptured clitoris, his nose nuzzled deeply into her soft cunt-hair.
"Oh, my God, it's too much. I just can't stand it and yet I don't want it to end," she sobbed. Moments later, she emitted a loud moan of sheer ecstasy and her whole body shuddered in the throes of a mammoth orgasm as she came to his mouth and busy fingers. "I'm coming. Oh my God, how I'm coming!" she gasped needlessly.
There was nothing sneaky about this climax. Its ferocity shook the whole bed as she begged him, "Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop now. Keep it up just like you're doing it to me and make me come once or twice more before you stop."
Her hands, which had been braced against the headboard, moved down to grasp his head, emphasizing the desperation of her long-neglected sex center.
Harold continued to lap at the cunt and attack her front and rear with his slime-covered fingers. She delighted in the dual impalement, while the northerly region of her sex trench luxuriated in the expert cunnilingus performed by his experienced tongue. Within minutes, true to her word, she came twice more before she raised her finally relaxed and satisfied quim from his exhausted mouth and fingers.
She snuggled beside him now, rubbing her lovely tits against the hair of his chest. In the quiet that followed the tempestuous storm of her fevered sex session, her tummy made little internal rumbling noises.
"Did you hear that?" she asked him.
"Yes, sounds like you've overworked that whole area of your body."
"Harold, you don't have any romance in your soul. What you heard was my pleased pussy trying to purr!"
He missed her little funny since he had fallen into a sound sleep in which he dreamed about the sexy-looking career woman to whom he had been trying to sell a large retirement policy. She had made it painfully obvious that she wanted to play and he had wondered if he should screw her to help sell her.
Now, in his dream, he was back in her luxurious office, giving her his sales pitch. She came around the desk and very close to him. He felt her firm tits rub against his arm and suddenly she was patting and stroking his cock through his pants. When it began to get hard, she unzipped his fly and, without a word, bent over and sucked it into her cool damp mouth. He felt her tender lips slide up and down the full length of his swollen prick while he continued his sales talk. Realizing that she was not paying the slightest attention to what he was saying, he gave up and ran his hand under her skirt and up the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, stroking gently.
Reaching his goal, he pushed his way under the elastic and into her panties. Her hair was coarse and stiff, almost as though it had hair spray on it, but her gash was hot and sticky. He slid easily inside to play stinkfinger with her while she gave him lovely head. Her mouth felt cool and clean to his feverish prick as she sucked it ever so gently and deeply. Her lips got clear down to his balls as she took him way down her throat. Her soft hands were cupping and caressing his balls as she slid her lips up and down the full length of his staff. Every minute or so she would come completely off it, then lick up and down the swollen under-tube and around the purplish knob while she caught her breath. Then she would take him back into her mouth and throat again.
It felt so heavenly that he tried to hold back and enjoy it longer, but the silent demands of her hungry oral chasm were superior to his ability to resist them. He felt the come start at the soles of his feet and come rocketing upward through his bursting balls, up the tunnel and out the slit as he swelled and gushed the liquid oysters with their pearls into her appreciative mouth. Nor did she stop then. She continued to suck his cock long after the last drop of come had been extracted. At last she released his drained dickie and, still without a word, returned to the far side of the desk.
Harold awakened with the sudden realization that he'd had a wet dream. Elsie was not beside him. She had probably gone to the bathroom. He reached under his pillow for his handkerchief and felt around for the puddle of jism. He could not find it and yet, feeling his cock, it was obvious that he had just come. Giving up the search, he went back to sleep, but the sexy-looking woman was nowhere to be found in his dreams now.
In the bathroom, Elsie stood staring at herself in the mirror. She watched herself running her tongue around her teeth and gums, enjoying the flavor of her mouth. "You're nothing but a damned nympho." She told the reflection that she was ashamed of her.
Returning to bed, she wondered if there was any such thing as enough sex where she was concerned. Harold had fucked her several times and sucked her cunt through so many comes that she'd lost count. That ought to be enough sex to satisfy a normal woman for a week and yet, as soon as he had fallen asleep, she had reached for Harold's limp prick. She had petted it gently for a while, almost idly. When she bent down and lowered her face to his sex, it had been just to inhale deeply of the musky odor of his manhood. She hadn't intended to suck his cock but, once it was right there before her, she seemed powerless to stop herself.
The poor guy hadn't even stirred in his sleep while she gobbled on her favorite piece of meat. She had done it more slowly and gently than usual so as not to awaken him. He had moaned softly as she felt his glans swell in her mouth and flooded forth his come against her enraptured palate. As soon as she was sure she had gotten it all, she slipped to the bathroom quietly. She had looked in the mirror and opened her mouth wide. She enjoyed seeing his come inside her mouth.
Sexually satiated for the moment, Elsie snuggled close to Harold and went to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a little over a year after they were married before Harold gave up his job at Sears and devoted his full time to insurance. The going was rough at first and Elsie spent quite a bit of time peddling her ass in order to keep things going. She still found time to take a typing course and bought a second-hand typewriter to help Harold with his career. Each night she would write flowery letters of thanks to each person who had seen him that day. She kept a file of everyone's birthday and wedding anniversary and sent out cards to which she signed his name.
During the lean early years she washed and ironed his shirts, pressed his suits, and kept his shoes shined. They were a real working partnership. In spite of all these activities, Elsie was a perfect wife and mother. When Harold was working on a real big prospect Elsie would often go with him and charm the potential client. At the end of four years, he was making as much at insurance as he had made on the steady job with Sears plus all his sideline activities. He was actually slightly ahead of his own career timetable.
The first really big break came when Harold sold a large policy to the president of a large engineering company. The man had indicated that he was considering a comprehensive insurance and retirement plan for all of his key executives and smaller life policies on some twelve hundred employees. The competition was heavy but Harold was promised a chance to present his proposal.
"Honey, if we could just swing this, we'll be on Easy Street from here on in. This deal can multiply our income by twenty. Just think of it." He was bubbling with enthusiasm as they discussed it at dinner that night.
During the next week, Harold worked virtually around the clock to set up what he thought would be the best plan possible. Elsie typed it up and made constant telephone calls to the engineering company in order to get necessary personnel information, etc. Even their sex life was forsaken to make every moment of time and every iota of energy available to the big project. What few hours they did get in bed, Harold spent in fitful sleep. He didn't have strength enough to get a hard-on. Sometimes Elsie would play with his cock even though he was asleep, but nothing happened. She found her hand straying then to her own crotch and she would finger herself until she got enough relief to allow her to sleep.
One afternoon Harold came home quite elated. Mr. Myers had accepted his invitation to dinner the night before the proposals were to be submitted.
"I don't think he'd have said he'd have dinner with us unless he intends to buy from me. Do you agree?" he asked.
"I'm sure I don't know. I've never even met the man. What kind of a guy is he?" she asked.
"Well, he's fifty-six years old, a widower, and he neither smokes nor drinks. I'm afraid he has no vices. He is a self-made man who has amassed a fortune and admires hard work and success in others. You'll see. You're having dinner with us Thursday night."
Thursday morning Harold gave Elsie twenty dollars to go to the beauty shop; a rare treat for her. At the beautician's suggestion, she had her hair bleached to a platinum blonde and arranged in a dramatic bouffant. While the operator was out of the booth and the curtain was closed, she took some of the leftover bleach and sponged it onto her pubic hair. She had always heard that the collar and cuffs should match.
Harold got home late. He was laden down with packages. She had pressed his old blue suit and had a fresh shirt ready, but he had splurged on a new suit, shirt, and tie for the occasion. For her, he had a gold lame gown which accentuated her superb figure. There was another box containing a dark ranch mink coat, and smaller ones with a huge diamond ring and a diamond wristwatch.
"Have you gone nuts, spending all our money on this stuff?" she demanded.
"Just relax, baby. I didn't buy them. I rented them for the night. I want to make a big impression on Myers."
"Harold Levenson, you're a big fat phony!" she stormed, not being sure whether she was relieved or disappointed that the goodies weren't hers to keep.
"Not really. I just think that you have to look successful to be successful. If I can swing this deal, I'll buy you a better coat and jewelry than this, so Myers will never catch on. If we don't get it, we'll probably never see him again anyway, so what's the difference? At least you get to make like Cinderella for a night."
When they got dressed, Elsie led him into the bathroom so that they could look at themselves in the only full-length mirror in the apartment.
"We certainly make a handsome-looking couple," she exclaimed. "Too bad we can't dress like this all the time. I could get used to this real easy."
"Don't you worry, baby... someday we will. I promise you that."
Gates Myers was waiting for them in the lobby of the restaurant. Harold had purposely chosen the most expensive place in town. Elsie had never seen such grandeur. Even in her rented finery she felt, for the first time in her life, that she was really in her proper element. She had removed her gloves as they approached their guest. As they were introduced, she felt his eyes appraising her coat and ring. She wondered if he was impressed or if he disapproved.
When they were shown to their booth, she removed the coat. There was no mistaking the approval now as he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous figure which was shown off to such advantage by the shimmering gold lame.
Even though he did not drink, he insisted that Elsie have a champagne cocktail.
"I have never believed in forcing my abstinence upon others," he explained.
Gates Myers was a tall, athletic-looking man whose distinguished appearance and bearing fairly exuded wealth, success, and self-assurance. His steel-gray hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a moustache and a well-groomed short beard. Elsie had never cared much for bearded men, but she somehow could not picture him without it. His soft brown eyes had obviously seen much pain in his lifetime. There was an inherent goodness and kindness about his face mixed with an unmistakable inner sadness. She felt a strong and immediate attraction to this handsome man. She wondered what he would be like in bed, little realizing that he was entertaining the same thoughts about her at that very moment.
"You didn't tell me your wife was so lovely, Harold," he smiled, without taking his eyes off her.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Elsie replied, while Harold mumbled something about being a lucky man, indeed.
"You are the second loveliest lady I have ever seen," he explained. "The number one spot will always belong to the late Mrs. Myers."
She loved him for that. Women like for men, even men they may be personally interested in, to speak highly of their wives. She wondered if he realized this and had made the remark just to work his points with her. She rejected the thought.
He spoke proudly of his three grown children and four small grandchildren. He wanted to hear all about Lindy, as they called their daughter Melinda. Something about his manner made her realize that this was not just polite conversation between new friends but that he was sincerely interested.
"I am very impressed with your husband, Mrs. Levenson," he said, as though suddenly remembering that Harold was at the table.
"Please call me Elsie," she asked, treating him to her brightest smile.
"I would be delighted to, Elsie, provided that you call me Gates. I get 'mistered' to death at the office all day. It's a good thing I have to sign so many letters and checks or I might completely forget my first name."
"I'm filled with feminine curiosity, Gates. May I ask just what Harold did that impressed you. You see, if he did something smart, I'd like for him to know what it was so that he can do it more often."
"I find your frankness most refreshing, my dear. Well, for one thing he's a hustler. He hasn't left a stone unturned nor a vital question unasked. I am getting proposals from six companies. Most of them are larger than the firm your husband represents. They have large staffs of experts to prepare such presentations and yet four of them have asked for an extension in time. I have denied their requests. Harold told me earlier today that his proposal is complete and will be submitted on schedule. How many people did he assign to it?"
"Just me," she demurred, "and, of course, himself. He's nearly gone blind researching it and I have a confession to make. Everything about me is for real, except these false fingernails that I had glued on at the beauty shop this afternoon. I've broken every nail on my fingers, pounding away at that typewriter ever since you gave him this chance."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Harold was trying to shut her up. She knew that he was trying to bluff through the impression that he was a big, successful insurance man. She wondered if she had said the wrong thing. Gates Myers eyes were misty and she knew that her approach had been the right one when he explained, "I'm glad you told me that. You know, you and Harold remind me so much of my dear wife Helen and myself when we were about your ages and just getting started. I was a starving young engineer with a burning desire to be in business for myself. I bluffed my way onto the bidders' list on a big construction job. The specifications were murderously complex and the bid demanded tons of detail. I didn't even have any letterhead, much less a company. Helen hocked the wedding presents we had received and had fancy stationery printed. We lived on black coffee and Benzedrine for five days and nights to get our bid submitted. By the grace of God, we were the successful bidder and that is how my company got started. Money was so tight those first years that I never did get those wedding gifts out of the pawn shop. I hope that you never have to hock your furs or jewelry. It's an awful feeling."
Harold started to blush very noticeably, but Elsie fixed Gates Myers soft brown eyes in a level stare and said, "If I were to pawn these goodies I'd be in jail in five minutes. They don't belong to me. We rented them just for tonight, trying to make a big impression on you."
"Your refreshing honesty has made a bigger impression on me than the crown jewels would have. Now that we have been through our mutual confessions, what say we order dinner? I highly recommend their vichyssoise, followed by trout in aspic, garnished with tiny deveined Danish shrimp and a side order of the hot wilted lettuce salad."
"That sounds lovely to me. How about you, Harold?"
"Sounds great to me," Harold agreed, after he had a little difficulty finding his voice.
The food was superb and the dinner conversation relaxed. Gates enjoyed sharing with then some of the bittersweet memories of his early business career when his wife was his constant partner and helper. They topped off the meal with baked Alaska. Elsie frankly admitted that she didn't even know what it was. She could hardly believe that you could bake ice cream in the oven, even when it was covered with meringue.
They sat around, dawdling over coffee long after the table was cleared. Gates seemed reluctant to bring the evening to an end. Elsie excused herself and went to the ladies' room. She could feel his eyes on her body as she crossed the room.
Harold paid the check, amazed that it came to less than half of what he had figured. He was unaware that the considerate guest, who was thoroughly familiar with the menu here, had recommended the less expensive specialties of the house.
On the sidewalk, Harold prepared to signal a tazi but Gates insisted on his giving their address to his chauffeur. Elsie knew that her proud ambitious husband was ashamed to have his big prospect see the funny old building where they lived. When they came within two blocks of home, Gates Myers pointed out a decrepit old brownstone rooming house that made their ancient apartment building look palatial by comparison.
"That's where Helen and I lived the first five years we were married. Funny that our lives seem to run so parallel," he commented.
As she prepared to get out of the car, Elsie leaned over and kissed Gates gently on the cheek. She had the distinct feeling that this would not be the only time she would kiss him, nor the only place.
"Harold, I'll be expecting you with your presentation between eleven and eleven-thirty in the morning. Thank you for a lovely evening. Your delightful wife has made me feel young again."
On the way into the building Elsie wondered if there was a double meaning to his parting remark.
It had been the nicest social evening of her entire life. Now it was midnight and she was back in her own private pumpkin. She wanted to talk about it and relive it all. She knew that she had never looked prettier nor felt more regal. Going to the kitchen, she poured two large glasses of wine. The fur coat still hung from her shoulders and the glimmering gold gown made her look irresistibly sexy. Her cunt fairly ached for need of a good stiff cock inside it. They had been too busy for sex this past week, but tonight, if she played her cards right, maybe Harold would give her a little. Shit, she didn't want a little... she wanted a lot!
She carried the wine into the bedroom. Harold, her big strong lover, sprawled across the bed, still in his underwear. The long week's work and the emotional strain of the evening had been too much for him. He was dead to the world.
Turning out the light, she took the wine back into the living room and drank both glasses. She refilled one and then brought the bottle in. She took her drink into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub and admired her full-length image in the mirror. She tried to picture how she had looked to others in the fancy restaurant. Most of all, she thought of how she had looked to Gates Myers. She was a natural-born clothes horse. Opening her coat, she studied how the glittering gold dress strained slightly across her big, firm breasts and the fullness of her hips, she loved the way the diamonds sparkled when she moved her hand and arm against the light.
"Someday I'm going to have stuff like this... lots of it... and I won't have to take it back in the morning, either." The girl in the mirror smiled back at her for talking to herself. She raised her glass to the reflected image as she said, "I'll drink to that."
When she finished the bottle of wine, she undressed and hung the new dress and mink coat carefully in the crummy old closet. Wearing only her diamond watch and ring, she crawled into bed beside Harold. Once more she tried to arouse his sex center, but to no avail. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel it have Gates neatly trimmed beard tickling her as he sucked her tits and her cunt. Maybe she'd get lucky if she concentrated on it as she went to sleep and then would have a wet dream about it. She thought of the soft brown eyes, the slightly sad-looking face and the steel-gray beard until she slipped off into the arms of Morpheus. Then, after all her careful concentration, she dreamed about Indians.
On the morning of the big day, toward which they had both been working their asses off, Elsie awakened at six a.m. She reached out for Harold but he was not in bed beside her. From the bathroom she heard the sounds of horrible retching. She leaped from bed and rushed in. Harold was on his knees with his head in the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. "Harold, this is no time to be sick. This is the day we have been working so hard for. You've got to get that presentation down to Gates Myers," she screamed, ashamed that she sounded like a real fish-wife in doing so.
"Oh God, honey, I don't think I can go anywhere outside of a ten-foot radius of this little room with the plumbing. I'm just too sick."
"What in hell happened to you, anyway? We worked so hard for this day."
"In all of the excitement of last night and the importance of our meeting with Myers, I stupidly forgot the fact that I have always had a deadly allergy to seafood. Even as a kid, it made me turn purple and throw up, but I thought I had best accept his recommendations last night."
"But what about delivering the presentation this morning? You simply have to do that. Otherwise all our midnight oil has been burned in vain."
"I guess you'll have to deliver it for me," he said, just as he went into a dreadful spasm of the dry heaves.
When Elsie walked into the offices of the Myers Engineering Company, she felt a return of the same emotions that had engulfed her at the fancy restaurant last night. This was her element; this was the arena in which she should do her thing in life. After a ten-minute wait, the tall, distinguished, gray-haired receptionist ushered her into Gates Myers' inner sanctum.
"Good morning, Elsie. This is indeed a pleasant surprise. Where is Harold?"
"He is very sick. When I left him, he looked like he was in grave danger of drowning in the toilet bowl."
"Is that so? Protocol says that I must say that I am terribly sorry to hear that he is ill. Actually, that is a lie. Since I was so impressed with your total honesty last night, I must just as frank with you today. The truth of the matter is that I am delighted that we have this opportunity to be alone together."
Elsie felt what must have been a premature hot flash at his statement. Regardless of her emotions, she had a job to do and she was intent on carrying it through.
"I have brought in our proposal," she stated in what she hoped was a businesslike voice. "We worked very hard on it and Harold wanted to make sure that you received it on time."
"You said that just the way Helen would have, years ago," Gates remarked, as he took the bound presentation and placed it on his desk with the others.
"Harold asked me to point out one unique feature of his plan," she continued, walking around the desk to lean across him and open the presentation. The soft flesh of her breasts rubbed against his arm as she did.
Neither of them planned it or even realized it was happening. Suddenly she was in his lap and they were kissing passionately as their hands explored each other's body. It was as though they had been drawn together like two helpless particles by some irresistible magnetic force. His hands fumbled with her blouse and bra until the big lovely white globes were exposed to his view and touch. The slight tickling of his beard added to the erotic thrills that pulsed through Elsie's body as he sucked and chewed on first one firm pink nipple, then the other.
Her hand sought and found his cock which was rapidly erecting. She patted and rubbed it through his pants for a minute or two, then, as her own excitement mounted from the lovely attentions to her sensitive breasts, she unzipped his fly and reached in to extract his equipment. He had one of those short stubby cocks. It was perhaps two inches shorter than Harold's but nearly twice the diameter. It stood proudly erect while the rosy purple helmet looked as though it were worn at a jaunty angle as a result of his having been circumcised somewhat on the bias. Her coot fingers could barely encircle the thickness of his rod. She wondered if her lips and jaws would stretch open wide enough to enclose it. There was only one way to find out.
She slid from his lap and knelt on the floor into the recess of his huge desk as she lowered her face to his crotch. The broad head glistened with the heavy clear liquid proof of his excitement. She flicked at it with her tongue until she had licked off all of the sweet juices before trailing her tongue down the length of it and nuzzling her nose into his balls to inhale deeply of the musky fragrance of him. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft in a spiraling pattern like a barber pole, before opening her jaws to the straining point and forcing her soft lips around the huge circumference of his swollen glans.
Slowly, she lowered her face until, inch at a time, she took more and more of his thick cock into the warm, moist confines of her mouth. She had most of it orally contained when he suddenly rolled his chair forward, almost knocking her off balance in the little doghouse-sized cubicle beneath his desk. His hand clutched the back of her head and held her firmly on his burning prick as it rammed balls deep into her mouth.
Just at this moment she heard his secretary's voice. "Bill Scott is in the lobby, Mr. Myers, and would like to have ten minutes of your time."
"Tell him I can't possibly see him today. Give him an appointment sometimes tomorrow. Hold any calls, Miss Taylor, and see that I'm not disturbed until I've had a chance to peruse these insurance plans."
"Very well, sir," she agreed and within seconds Elsie heard the door close gently.
He never for a moment lost his cool. His voice had been calm and level. The austere Miss Taylor never had a moment's suspicion that his cock was being sucked by a beautiful woman whose bare tits pressed close to his legs. He had kept his head while she was giving him head. Now he rolled back his big swivel chair to give her more room in which to practice her artistic efforts. He leaned forward and caressed her lovely big tits while she slid her lips up and down the full length of his turgid prick, her tongue never ceasing the little butterfly flicks it gave to every nerve center. The soft moist enclosure of her mouth enraptured the burning skin of his bulbous glans and the swollen urethral tube along the lower length of his thick member.
It had been years since Gates had had any form of sex whatsoever. Now the superb blow job that this platinum-haired beauty with the big tits was giving him blew his mind as well as his balls. The colored lights flashed in his brain until he could stand it no longer and flooded her mouth with his heavy white come. It was as though his entire body had melted and been sucked into her mouth until she had completely consumed him.
"Oh, my God, that was wonderful my dear," he moaned while she kept on his drained cock with all of her tantalizing little after-come tricks with her tongue and lips.
"I had almost forgotten what a marvelous thing sex is," he explained when she finally released his now normal-sized limp cock and moved upward, grazing the dead member with the soft flesh of her still exposed tits.
"I'm happy that I have revived these old memories, along with the others of your late wife," Elsie said.
Once their clothing was properly rearranged, they left to have lunch together, exiting by the private door from his office to the corridor in order to avoid Miss Taylor.
At the restaurant, they were seated in a booth, side by side. Gates insisted that she have a champagne cocktail. She moved over very close to him. While she held the drink in her right hand and sipped on it, she moved her left hand over, under the cover of the tablecloth and stroked his stubby cock through his trousers. She could feel it twitch and grow as she caressed and massaged it. She knew that he was dying to fuck her. Her crotch was moist with her own excitation and she took his hand and guided it up under her short skirt. She almost creamed her jeans at the thrill of the touch of his fingers between her legs.
When he encountered the furry triangle of her sex, she squirmed and moaned as his fingers worked their way beneath her panties and into her creamy cunt to finger fuck her right there in public. She became so excited that she unzipped his fly beneath the tablecloth and began to run her cool fingers up and down the growing length of his swollen cock. She felt the muscular spasms start as she reached an orgasm to his prodding fingers right there in the restaurant. Placing her drink carefully on the table, she dropped a napkin to her lap and covered the hand that was masturbating his throbbing prick. When he spurted forth his come into it, they maintained an attitude of complete propriety above the level of the table. Once he had blown his full load into the napkin, she wiped his cock clean, pressed it back into his pants, and rezipped them. After this they ate a lovely meal of chicken divan and Caesar salad.
"I want for us to have the opportunity to be alone together in proper circumstances," he said.
"I know, Gates. I am as anxious as you for that to happen."
"I have promised to spend the weekend with my oldest son and his family up on the Cape. In my spare time, I will review the various insurance proposals. I do hope that yours and Harold's turn out to be the best."
"If ours isn't, I'm sure we can change it to be a winner," she said, patting his now limp cock in silent promise.
"Suppose that Monday morning I phone Harold and suggest that he get together with Terry Sullivan, our personnel director? I'll tell Terry to take him to lunch and keep him occupied until about three in the afternoon. Then you can meet me here at noon. We can have lunch and go to a little motel out in Newton Center. Okay?"
"Very much okay," she replied with a toothpaste smile.
When she entered the apartment, Harold was pacing the floor anxiously, still looking a little green around the gills. "How did it go?" he asked. "Did he give you any indication on our chances?"
"Not really. He's going to evaluate the proposals over the weekend and said he might call you Monday."
"What took you so long?"
"He insisted on taking me to lunch. I suppose he was trying to repay our hospitality of last night," Elsie explained, hoping that her tone held no giveaway as to what had actually transpired to help sell the all-important contract.
"How does it look? Do you think we have a good chance of getting the deal?" he asked.
"My feeling is that we have a very good chance," she smiled.
"I hope so. It would really put us on the map in the insurance business."
"How are you feeling now?" she asked, hoping that her voice conveyed more concern than she really felt at the moment.
"Now that I've gotten over the heaves, I feel horny," he replied, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the bed.
His hands fumbled at the long zipper at the back of her dress. She hoped that he would not sense that this was not the first time today that it had been opened, at least at the top. When he had removed all of her clothing, he pulled her into bed and mounted her. When she closed her eyes, he thought that it was in passion and anticipation. He did not realize that she was trying to pretend that he was the bearded man with the soft, sad face that was about to fuck her.
She felt her vaginal lips being parted by the glans of his swollen prick and then the happy sensation of containing him within them. His cock filled her gash nicely and comfortably, and she found herself responding to it with animalistic reactions while, in her innermost thoughts, she wondered how it would feel to have the fat stubby shaft of Gates Myers sex forcing into her sex tube, rather than that of her husband.
Harold reached under her buttocks and urged a finger into her anus, pressing her upward, closer to his embedded member. Soon Elsie was swept away on the tides of passion and gave herself fully to the sheer appreciation of sex, with no thought as to just whose cock was plugging her demanding quim. She thrust her hips up to meet his every drive, her soft thighs pressing closer and closer to him as his stiff staff drove deeper and deeper into the hairy slit of her crotch.
Within minutes, they both reached the point of no return. Elsie felt the convulsions of those inner rings of muscles clutching and grasping at his cock which was bails deep in her cunt, then she felt the swelling as he spurted forth his sperm into the very base of her sex thimble. When the last of the hot winds had blown through the corridors of her mind, she collapsed beneath him as her inner being began to experience the shrinking of his spent warrior within the invaded territory.
Later, when she regained some vestiges of her strength, she crawled from bed and made her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She kept the meal rather bland, in deference to his still queasy stomach, but opened a bottle of Taylor's New York State sparkling burgundy to go with it to celebrate the fact that they were, at least, on the threshold of a giant step toward the success and wealth that they both craved so desperately.
They ate in their robes. After dinner, Harold took her over to a large club chair. Sitting between her spread legs, he coated her snatch liberally with the sweet wine and proceeded to lick it off and out of this gorgeous goblet. His tongue always did wondrous things to her and she moaned and groaned in ecstasy as he worked on her enthralled cunt. After she had come twice, she directed him to sit in the chair while she descended between his legs and poured the delicious fluid over his cock and balls and proceeded to lick and suck it off them. Her sweet efforts were rewarded with more than just the wine with which she had coated him.
When the sweetly distilled brandy of his balls flowed into her lips, along with the bubbling red wine, she was totally intoxicated by its effects. She knew that she truly loved Harold but that the thrills of sex made the partner secondary to the emotional spasms that engulfed her. She was looking forward to having Gates Myers' thick stubby cock in her quim Monday, but, at the moment, she could think only of the thrills that Harold's prick provided deep inside her.
All Sunday they were nervous and upset over the thought of what the outcome Monday would mean to their future. Harold felt that he simply had to have this account to further his career. It was the first giant step into the real big-time phase of the business. Elsie knew that she had done all that a woman could do to help sell it and that tomorrow she intended to do still more. All of the luxuries she had ever known in life had been bought with her body; perhaps this would be the biggest yet. Harold had promised her a mink coat and diamonds. In her own way, she interpreted this as her first real giant step into the big-time phase of womanhood.
By late afternoon, they had become nervous and irritable. Harold suggested that they were suffering from cabin fever and needed to get out.
"Let's go to a movie. We haven't seen a picture in months," Elsie volunteered.
Checking the Sunday papers, they found a pretty dreary selection of films. Most were war stories or heavy psychological dramas. They were in the mood for something light. Harold finally spotted a small ad, almost lost among the major offerings.
"Hey, what say we go to one of these dirty movies? I've heard a lot about them but I've never seen one. How's about it, Elsie?"
"Well, I'm not too sure."
"Afraid you'd be embarrassed by something they'd show?"
"No. I'm sure they couldn't show anything we haven't seen before. I'm not afraid of what I'd see as much as I am of who might see me going into such a place."
"Who the hell do we know that would be likely to go to a dirty movie on Sunday? Besides, you'll be with your own husband. C'mon, honey, it'll take our minds off this awful waiting."
"All right, I suppose you're right. Wait till I find that old slouchy hat that will practically hide my face."
The old theater in a rundown section of downtown Boston had started life as a vaudeville palace and finally degenerated into a two-bit double-feature movie house. The present operator was making more than any of his predecessors by showing the so-called "Blue Movies" at five dollars a head. They were surprised to find the theater half full.
"My God!" Elsie exclaimed in a whisper as they were seated and gave their attention to the screen which was filled with a huge stiff cock. Two pretty young girls were licking it and nibbling at the balls while a third poised her face an inch or so in front of the swollen head. Within a minute, the huge rod shook and swelled and then blasted a huge load of jism straight into the face of the lovely young creature kneeling before it. It came out in three distinct shots, catching her in the eye, nose, and mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick off what it could reach. The other two who had been tonguing and nibbling at the mammoth schlong now left it and began to kiss, lick, and suck the man's come from the pretty girl's face. This led to much soul kissing among the three females and the camera backed off to get a wider view as the three fell into a lesbian daisy chain as they sucked each other's cunt in a classic homosexual triangle that would have done credit to the Isle of Lesbos.
"Holy cow, I never expected that they'd dare go this far on the screen," she whispered to Harold.
"I'd heard that the sex scenes were pretty explicit, but this is really something else," he replied, his eyes riveted to the screen.
The camera zoomed in for a full screen close-up of a creamy pink gash framed with raven-black hair. The slightly coated tongue of her Sappho sister trailed over the tender membranes and flicked at the white tip of the stiff swollen clitoris. Every bead of moisture, every hair stood out clearly in sharp focus. Zooming back now, the camera moved up the length of one of the intertwined bodies to the next center of interest. Here it zoomed in for a close-up in which a deep purplish grocket fringed with light blonde hair was being attacked by the tongue of the black-haired girl whose cunt had filled the screen a minute earlier. White fluid, undoubtedly deposited in it by some off-screen actor in an earlier scene, oozed from the liver lips of the magenta-colored vulva. The tongue disposed of this nectar as quickly as it seeped from deep inside the blonde's sex tunnel. The girl had a mammoth clitoris. It was extended to almost an inch in length and a half inch in diameter. It looked like a miniature prick growing out of the top of her cunt.
Elsie reached over to hold Harold's hand. Before finding it, she encountered a throbbing hard-on. Oh, well, she thought, she'd much rather hold that than his hand anyway. Unzipping his fly in the darkened theater, she slid her hand inside and caressed the burning hot staff.
Now the camera moved on again and the screen was filled with an open pussy of a creamy beige color framed in titian red hair. It looked like the blooming of a yellow Texas rose. The blonde's tongue was giving it a real working over but in such a way as not to completely block the camera's view of that tender sexpot. Unlike the blonde, this girl had a tiny little panic button that seemed to be trying to hide. Finally the blonde's expert tongue coerced it to poke its head out of its protective cave. It looked like a pea starting to pop out of the pod.
For five minutes the camera traveled like a merry-go-round from one quim to the next as the girls obviously all approached orgasm. Elsie had been stroking Harold's cock absently. Now she was aware that his hand was creeping up her skirt. She was glad that she hadn't worn panties today as his palm cupped her hairy box that was all moist and sticky from the scenes on the screen. She spread her legs slightly to make it easier for his middle finger to slip into her juicy vulva. She felt herself have a small orgasm just as the lovely trio on the screen very obviously reached theirs.
Once they had broken the daisy chain, the camera made another close-up tour of each of their anatomies. No minute detail was omitted, even to their spread-buttock display of their assholes. The camera came so close to their cunts that the impression was that the lens was actually the tip of the viewer's cock and was going to go right on inside. Harold thought how nice it would be to have an eye in the head of your prick, something like a proctoscope that doctors shove up an ass to see inside the anal canal. In this way every man could experience the rare views thus far reserved exclusively for gynecologists.
These movies were long on sex but very short on plot. The next scene depicted two guys out on the town in search of quiff. In a small bar they picked up this chesty blonde whose natural endowments more than made up for her lousy acting and nasal twang voice. With a prologue reduced to a bare minimum, they got her up to one of the guy's apartments and it began to rain bras, panties, and jockey shorts. Each of the guys chewed on one of her unbelievably huge tits while she held their still limp cocks in both hands. Next they took turns lapping at her cunt, the muff of which made no attempt to match her bleached hair. After a few minutes of this she played windshield wiper, taking first one guy's prick in her mouth and then, after a few strokes, swinging over to the other. When they were both fully erected, the action began in earnest. One of the men mounted her and guided the head of his charger into that dark-haired gash. There was a close-up view of his entry and gradual penetration and then his cock was seen driving in and pulling out. The camera panned up to her face and the second chap, not to be neglected, squatted over her head and drove his prick in and out of her mouth. Finally the camera backed off to allow a full view of the double-header action.
The next sequence was truly fantastic. The troilistic group had switched now to where one guy was fucking her cunt and the other her asshole. The really great close-ups must have been done from below, with the trio squatting and kneeling on a heavy plate-glass platform. Elsie felt her own cunt getting creamier and creamier as she watched those two big cocks driving in and out of the girl from fore and aft at the same time. She found herself secretly envying the unknown actress. The men's balls met when they both shoved into her at once. Then, for variety they would alternate and one would withdraw as the other rammed in. Gradually the pace increased and they began to drive into her so hard that they almost lifted her on their twin horns. The finale was fast approaching. Now, like a crashing crescendo, a violent shudder overtook the three bodies as the men blasted their loads into her front and rear at the same time. God, Elsie thought, what an orgasm that must have given the girl!
Moments later, the two spent spears upon which she had been so happily impaled, plopped out of their respective holes. The camera moved in and the screen was flooded with a choke shot of the girl's widespread crotch. Her asshole was still dilated so that it gaped open as widely as her cunt. While she remained motionless, the heavy white come began to seep out and drip from both of the gaping chasms.
The scene was too much for Harold. Elsie felt his cock twitch as he crumbled his own cookies to cream his jeans and spill much of it over her thumb, forefinger, and the back of her hand. As soon as he had shrunk, she withdrew her hand carefully and raised it to her mouth to lick and suck off her favorite liqueur.
Elsie decided that whoever produced this picture was a real come freak. He felt that his audience liked to see the actual semen as if to prove that the scenes weren't faked. Turning to Harold, she whispered, "I wonder what those actors would do if the director were to call for an immediate retake of the whole scene."
"I was thinking it would be even worse if he were to yell 'Cut!' just as the guys were starting to come," he chuckled.
Now came a brief scene where this cute little redhead with beautiful big tits was struggling with a guy who was hung like a horse. She couldn't take it in her snatch nor stretch her mouth wide enough to suck him off. He had to settle for a tit fucking. He straddled her tummy and laid that huge salami in the valley of her equally oversized boobs, the bright pink nipples looked like thimbles in the center of areolas larger than silver dollars. She used her hands to press her tits around his throbbing prick until the nipples met atop it. He moved his ass back and forth as though masturbating himself with the soft flesh of her bosoms. In effect, he was fucking her tits. The climax to the scene was shown in an unbelievable close-up of the head of his cock emerging from the tunnel of creamy flesh, swelling and gushing forth a huge load of jism all over the girl's chin and neck.
At least the movies took their minds off the awful period of waiting for the all-important decision. As they left the theater, Elsie confessed, "Goddamn, those pictures made me as horny as a rhinoceros in mating season!"
"I'm glad," Harold assured her, "because they didn't exactly turn me off the idea of sex."
They stopped by a grocery store on the way home. One sequence in the films had given Elsie ideas and she added two more items to her short shopping list.
Elsie suggested that they get comfortable, in their matching housecoats, for dinner. As they ate and sipped their wine, their minds were both still on the movies they had seen. Once she had cleared the coffee table of the dishes, she turned off the TV that they had been watching and asked Harold if he was ready for his banana split.
"Are you kidding?" he commented. "I haven't eaten a banana split since I was a kid."
"You've got it all wrong," Elsie purred. "With the banana split I have in mind you don't eat it... I eat you. Don't you remember the movie?"
Before she heard his answer, she pulled open his robe, exposing his sex center. Reaching behind her, she produced a can of Redi-Whip which she had added to her shopping list. Pressing on the nozzle, she coated his cock, balls, and general pubic area with the canned whipped cream. Then she reached back and extracted a bright red cherry from a small bottle. She placed this on the peak of the mound of whipped cream that coated his crotch. While he looked on, more amused than aghast, she proceeded to lick off the cream and finally bite into the cherry. The effect of it all gave him a roaring hard-on and now her tongue and hungry lips attacked it. She gave him the full treatment, from glans to anus, lingering lovingly over his balls as her tongue flicked and caressed every inch of his sex. When he reached the point that he thought he could stand the exotic no longer, she opened her mouth wide and swept his trembling cock into the soft warm dampness of her mouth as her lips caressed the throbbing staff clear down to his swelling balls.
It was a wild, crazy head job, unlike any before, and Harold rose to the occasion and finally gave forth with the cream that she really wanted to top off her banana split. It was like the hard sauce on the plum pudding. She kept sucking at his deflated cock until it begged for mercy and she released it from the hot wetness of her mouth.
"I thought that was nuts when we saw it in the movie, but I've got to admit that it's the greatest. The combination of the cool whipped cream and your hot lips are enough to make a man blow his mind. Now you get up here. I want to do it to you, cherry and all!"
Elsie could hardly keep from laughing at the thought that, after all these years, Harold was finally going to get a cherry from her cunt. She moved up into the chair and spread her legs, then hooked them up over the arms of the chair. Her snatch stretched so wide that it looked like the entrance to a wind tunnel. Harold took the pressurized can of Redi-Whip and pressed the button. Elsie felt the soft cool whipped cream work its way deep inside of her gash and then coat the entire sensitive area extending from just below her navel all the way back to her tan starfish. When she was thoroughly covered and saturated with the creamy whiteness, he ceremoniously implanted a large red cherry in the inner lips of her deep vulva.
Harold's experienced tongue began to lick and suck at the sweet whipped cream from the very periphery to the center. The electric thrills that this sent through her body were as though she were connected to two electrodes and someone was turning up a rheostat voltage controller. By the time his tongue reached her tender anus and worked its way up to the center valley of her snatch, she was in seventh heaven. She came three times before he ever reached her clitoris and dove in to extract the cherry from her deep tunnel of love. When his trained tongue finally latched onto her enflamed clit, she shook all over like the last leaf of autumn hanging onto the maple tree for dear life. At last she abandoned the struggle and fell back against the cushion of the chair as she flooded his mouth with the most way-out orgasm of all time.
Later they went to bed and she brought him to erection again. It was not difficult since his mind was still full of the scenes from the movie. He crawled on top of her and slowly slipped his swollen cock into the satiny softness of her creamy cunt as they fucked sweetly and tenderly. She felt his come pour into the very base of her love tunnel just as her muscles grabbed and squeezed at his wonderful cock. They never remembered falling apart. They were asleep in a state of happy exhaustion before their sexes parted.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Monday morning that they had looked forward to as the very turning point of their lives dawned bleak and dismal. Harold took this as a harbinger of bad news. Surely the Myers engineering deal would go as sour as the weather. He paced about the apartment restlessly since seven in the morning. Nothing Elsie could say seemed to quiet his nerves. At a little before nine-thirty, the phone rang. Harold practically tore the instrument from its base. It was Mr. Myers' secretary asking that he meet with their Terry Sullivan in personnel at eleven o'clock. Harold was sure that this meant that he had the deal. Elsie knew that the true decision would be made in a motel room later and that this was merely a diversionary tactic.
Harold was like a nervous bridegroom. Elsie polished his shoes, cleaned a spot from his Countess Mara tie and carefully brushed his dark suit before he left for his appointment. She looked down from the streaky window and watched him climb into the old car and take off.
"Bless his heart. He thinks he is going down to forge the decision," she whispered. Slowly now she went to take her bath and douche and to dress and apply her make-up as carefully as a starring actress about to trod the boards in her most important role. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror before leaving. She realized that her appearance, and the impression it made, could alter the course of their entire future. Once she was satisfied that she had applied her personal war paint to her best ability, she phoned for a cab to meet Gates Myers at the restaurant.
The lunch was one of those seemingly endless affairs. Gates was full of meaningless chatter about his grandchildren, while all she wanted to know was how their proposal stood. At long last they left and took a cab to the motel. On the way she could no longer resist broaching the subject nearest and dearest to her heart at the moment. "How did we make out in the big contest? How do Harold and I stand for the contract?" she asked.
"I'm sorry you asked that question now. In all honesty, I must tell you that there is one other company that offered a program that looks a bit more attractive," he replied with a distinct flush.
Well, she thought, this is it. The cards are all down and this is the last raise. I've got to bluff it through, or walk away from the big table as a loser. Her eyes locked on his and she reached out and stroked his already half-erected thick cock as she purred, "I'm sure that you and I can work out the details so that Harold wins, can't we? Otherwise I guess you might as well drop me off at the nearest cab stand." She rubbed her big tits against his arm as she made her statement. She knew that now he wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world and she was making the most of her womanly wiles to further her husband's career.
There was a long moment of silence. At first she wondered if perhaps she had overplayed her cards. Of course, his decision was only a matter of life and death to their future. She could almost hear the wheels churning in his head, and she felt the throbbing sensations assail his turgent prick before he treated her to a soft smile and explained, "I am sure that we can work out the minor details, my dear... later."
Once they were in the motel room he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. Her big soft tits flattened against the taut hardness of his chest and she felt his stiffening cock through the various materials of their clothing. She ground her Venus mound up tight to massage her newfound playmate. Across her mind flashed a momentary vision of the long parade of playmates she had been with like this since Joe Friedman had gotten her cherry for a cheap fur coat. The stakes, at least, were getting higher all the time. This assignation was for the big jackpot. She determined to give it all she had... and she had plenty to give, she knew for certain.
After holding and caressing her for several minutes, Gates stepped back and started to undress her. He seemed to enjoy the privilege of removing each item of her clothing himself, rather than merely watching her disrobe, remarking, "I hope you don't mind if I undress you, this way."
"Not at all, Gates. I'm quite enjoying it. When you finish, perhaps you'll allow me to undress you."
"With pleasure, my dear."
When he unhooked her bra and the huge beauties escaped from their cloth cage, he gasped audibly, "You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. They really belong in the Louvre."
"Oh, come now. Don't you really mean they belong in your bed?"
"Well, I must admit that, at the moment, your suggestion is both more practical and more pleasant," he smiled and hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties, urging them down over her well-formed hips. When the triangular muff of bleached blonde cunthair came into sight, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in it. He made no attempt to suck on it. He just seemed to be enjoying and appreciating the closeness of her private areas. His hands cupped and caressed the smooth full cheeks of her ass as he nuzzled into her muff.
When he arose again, she stepped out of the sheer panties that had fallen around her ankles. Moving in close to him, she began to slowly undress him. Elsie knew that it was sexually stimulating, as well as flattering, to a man to have a nude woman undress him. By the time she lowered his boxer shorts, his knackwurst-shaped cock stood out like a fat flagpole. Her cool hands encircled it and patted his balls, then she squatted down and took the trembling head, glazed with the clear liquids of anticipation, into her moist mouth as she sucked it to even greater hardness.
She didn't want to go too far with giving him head, since she knew that his main interest today was in fucking her. His tastes in sex were probably simple, but at these prices she would have happily gone along with even the most way-out suggestions. Reluctantly, she removed her lips from the throbbing shaft and stood up to kiss him on the mouth. Her big soft tits flattened against his hairy chest and she felt the hard, thick cock pressing tight to her satin slit as though demanding immediate admission.
She led him now to the bed and turned back the covers. Conscious of her every seductive movement, she slithered between the cool white sheets and made room for him to join her.
As he crawled in beside her, Elsie spread her thighs. The ivory skin gave way to the pink gash topped with the triangular fur muff of bleached blonde cunthair. Gates' cock twitched violently as he caught his first glimpse of her happy valley. He wanted to caress and suck on those lovely big tits, but that would have to wait. His swollen, tortured prick had to know the soft comforting embrace of the insides of that creamy cunt of hers. If he delayed, he would be in danger of shooting his load before he even got inside of her.
Elsie took hold of his burning rod and guided the purplish head to the soft pink lips of her vulva. She rubbed it up and down the length of her slit several times, especially delighting in using it to massage her clit. She was nice and juicy now and using her fingers to spread her vagina lips wide enough to accept the stout staff, she urged the big spongy head into the tenderly enfolding lips of her cunt.
"It's so big, Gates. Take it easy getting it into me or you're likely to split me right in half."
"I'll be gentle, my dear," he sighed as he slowly spread her tunnel wider and wider and burrowed his way into that soft wet cunt. It took him several minutes to get even halfway into her hot little box. Elsie had never felt so thoroughly plugged. She had to have all of it. She knew it wouldn't take him long to come the first time. He was too excited to be able to hold back.
"Go ahead, Gates, sock it to me! I don't care if it hurts. I just have to have every bit of that big wonderful cock of yours in my throbbing cunt. Please, give it all to me... right now."
Gates did not have to be begged. More than anything he wanted to feel his swollen salami balls deep in her soft hot pussy. He thrust down hard upon her. Elsie tried to help by throwing her legs around his ass and lifting her wide-stretched cunt to the thick tree trunk that was being forced into it. With three more vicious drives, they felt their pubic hairs mat tightly together and his balls grazed and tickled the open valley of her ass. She wondered if she could ever take that mammoth diameter in her asshole. She had taken it in her mouth, and now her cunt. That was all that remained. The mere thought assailed her rectum like a goose and she thrust quickly up to him.
"Fuck me, Gates! Fuck the living hell out of me! I want to feel that big fat prick of yours driving all of the wrinkles out of my tunnel of love. Jeez, I never knew my cunt could stretch so wide!"
"Oh, Elsie, I've dreamed of this since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I love that precious little cunt of yours. I may be in Boston, but my lucky cock is in heaven!"
"Harder, Gates! Fuck me harder and faster! Pull that big cannon of yours all the way out to the tip, then drive it all the way back into my passion-crazed cunt as violently as you can." Her breathing was hard now and the words came out in little gasps.
"Like this darling? he asked as he drove so hard and deep into her that she let a little fart from the inner blow.
"Oh, yes! Christ, it's beautiful. I've never been fucked so thoroughly before. Keep it up just like that. Don't stop now. Oh, please, don't stop ramming that meat into me now!"
"You better hurry, baby. I can't hold back too much longer." Sweat dripped now from his forehead and chest and splashed down over Elsie's heaving tits as she thrashed about beneath him, meeting his every renewed attack. It was obvious that neither of them could last much longer at this pace.
"Don't you dare come before I do or I'll never speak to you again! I've never been so hot in my whole life. Please, wait for me. I've got to come with you. Please!"
Gates tried to slow the pace slightly to give himself more staying power, but Elsie was like an aroused tigress in heat beneath him. She bucked her ass up clear off the mattress, forcing the soft walls of her cunt farther and tighter over his swollen embedded cock. They were both sweating profusely now and her head was lolling from side to side on the damp pillow. Her tongue hung from her mouth like an epileptic in a seizure. Her heels beat against the pit of his back like the spurs of a jockey urging his mount to ever greater efforts to reach the finish line. She was unaware of her motions of head or feet, of the perspiration or the difficulty she was having breathing. Needles could have driven into her hands and feet and she would have been blissfully unaware of them. Every iota of her consciousness was focused deep inside her cunt where her sex cauldron boiled to explosive levels as the huge battering ram smashed into the very base of her sex shaft.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming! Give it to me, Gates. Come with me. I want to feel your precious ball cream spurting and flooding into me. Come in my cunt, dearest. Now, right now. I want it all!"
"You've got it, baby. I'm coming! I'm coming all the way inside your cunt. Can you feel it?" He had held back as long as humanly possible. If she had taken five seconds later to reach her orgasm it would have been too late.
"Oh, my God, yes! I feel your hot sperm splashing against my uterus and flooding my womb. Ahhhhhh. Can you feel me coming, too?"
"Indeed I can. Your sweet hot cunt is pumping my cock like a milking machine. Don't drain my balls entirely. Save a little for seconds." Once the wild spasms of their simultaneous orgasms had passed; when the lightning stopped flashing and the thunder ceased roaring in their eardrums, they collapsed fully spent onto the sweat-soaked mattress. Unable, for the moment, to fuck any longer with cock and cunt, they kissed deeply and fucked each other's mouth with their tongues. Elsie felt completely satisfied for the first time in the active years of her adult sex life.
When his shrunken prick finally slipped from her silken sheath, he raised himself from the fleshy mattress of her body. Their stomachs were welded together with sweat and pressure and when they parted there was a little plopping sound like a vacuum cup being pulled from a smooth damp surface. They both chuckled at the noise and Elsie commented, "Boy, if you'd have been any closer to me... you'd have been behind me!"
"I guess we did go at it pretty hot and heavy. I didn't know I still had it in me. You've made me feel young again in so many ways. I must admit that I like this way even better than the others, though."
Elsie smiled and suggested, "What you are trying to say is that of all your relations you like your sex relations the best. Isn't that it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. In case nobody has mentioned it to you lately, young lady, you are one hell of a fantastic piece of ass."
"Well, thank you, kind sir. You're not exactly a slouch in the sex scenes yourself. I have never been so completely satisfied in bed. I feel as though I had been fucked flat."
"I appreciate that. It's nice to know that after so long an absence from this particular theater of operations I can still get good reviews."
"Gates, I feel terribly sticky and icky. You must, too. You are covered with sweat. Let's take a shower together. What about it?"
"Great idea! I haven't done that in over twenty years."
He crawled from bed and extended his hands to help the weakened girl to her feet. Her feet were slightly apart as he raised her to a standing position. A huge glob of his come seeped from her still stretched cunt and fell to the carpet.
"My God, you must have put a gallon of that stuff into me," she said as they stared at the pearly white pool on the smooth nylon carpeting. It glistened like tapa shell in the sunlight.
"I'm sure it won't be the first time the maid has had to remove pecker tracks from a motel room," he assured her.
"Maybe not, but she's going to get awfully horny and jealous when she sees the size of that load. I have the feeling that it is only a small fraction of what you pumped into me, too."
"I've been saving it up for a long time," he remarked wistfully as he led her to the bathroom.
They were delighted to find that the motel boasted an oversized shower stall. The warm water flowing over their bodies did wonders at reviving their spent energies. Gates thrilled at the experience of soaping her huge tits and then rubbing the slippery flesh with his hands. Elsie could feel the nipples begin to stiffen and grow as he repeated the massage time after time. She hoped that his cock was following the lead of her nipples. Since she realized that the soapy caressing of her big boobs must be exciting him, too, she let him continue until he finally tired of it.
"Gee, my tits haven't been that clean since I left the baby factory," she commented when he stopped after ten minutes of the watery sex play.
Now he soaped the swollen gash in her crotch and scrubbed it clean with his big strong fingers. She squirmed in delight as his soapy fingers rubbed across her enflamed clitoris and dug deep into her vulva. Before she knew it was happening, she was peeing in his hand. It was a crazy thrilling feeling. She hoped that in the heavy flood of hot water from the showerhead he was unaware that she was peeing all over his hand.
He turned her around and soaped her back. Then he was soaping her buttocks and the valley of the tan starfish between them. His finger grazed excitingly over the entrance to her anus. She had to see if his big cock could be stuffed in that tight rear hole. Holding another small cake of the motel soap, she reached behind her and soaped his pubic hairs and the full length of his prick. It was already beginning to get hard again. Her slippery fingers speeded up the process. When it was good and soapy and he had reached around her to soap and rub her rearoused snatch, she held his almost fully erected cock and urged it between the soft cheeks of her ass and guided it to the little rosy beige doughnut in the center of that lovely rear cleavage.
Once the tip of that wondrous rod was directly on target, she reached back and clutched his balls, gently pulling him closer. She had made her erotic desires clear and felt the huge head pressing firmly at the center of the tight anal stricture. Only then did she put her wants into words. "Fuck me up the ass, Gates. I don't know if it will fit or not but I want to try, if you are willing. I want for you to possess my body in every possible way. Please try to work it in. I'll cooperate in every way I can."
For a fleeting moment, Elsie worried that perhaps she had been a little too brazen. What if the idea of cornholing her repulsed him. She could not afford for him to lose respect for her... not yet, anyway. Her fears were short-lived.
Soon she felt his hands forcing her buttocks wide apart and the big spongy head driving for-entry into the brown tunnel between them. It was obvious that they'd need all of the soapy lubrication they could get in order for the planned invasion of her most personal privacy to stand any chance of success. The hot water of the shower kept washing the soap away. She reached the faucets and turned off the flow of water. There was a little triangular marble bench built into one corner of the large stall. She bent over and braced her hands on this and then spread her legs far apart to make the target more accessible. Gates lathered her ass heavily now, working some of the soapy lubrication inside her asshole with his fingers. Then he lathered the full length of his big burning cock and again aimed the huge head at the back door to her sex house.
As he lunged forward, she thrust strongly back to him. His hands had spread her buttocks so widely that she felt she would split. After several minutes of desperate and frustrating effort, she felt the glans of his lovely prick slip into her ass. Once the initial penetration had been made the rest seemed easy. Inch by inch, he drove that fat rod of hardened flesh deeper and deeper into her fully dilated and promptly plugged rectum. At last she felt his balls grazing against the lips of her cunt as his cock got all the way up her stretched asshole. She felt like she wanted to shit and fart at the same time but she was corked too tight to allow either to escape.
"Now, fuck my ass, Gates. Fuck me up the asshole good and proper. I want to feel that wonderful prick of yours all the way up in my bowels." She spread her legs even wider as he started to take first short, then longer and longer strokes in and out of the tender tan tunnel.
"Oh, Elsie, this is the greatest. I've never tried it before. It is too much!" He was buggering her passionately now. The inside of her ass was even hotter and tighter than her cunt had been. Some strange new inner lubrication now replaced that of the soap as he plugged her ass furiously.
"Oh, Gates, that's wonderful. I can feel your cock rubbing against my ovaries through the thin partition. Give it to me hard and fast. I think I'm going to come."
He rammed into her now like an impassioned bull. She had never been so thoroughly or beautifully impaled before. With one particularly severe lunge she thought that she was going to come, but instead was aghast to find that he had rubbed against her bladder so hard that she let go with a huge strong stream of urine. It sounded like a horse pissing on the pavement. The stream hit the tiled floor with such force that it splashed up over both of their feet and legs. She was so embarrassed she could die, but seemed powerless to stop the mammoth flow of hot yellow water.
"Oh, Gates, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm awful. I didn't even know it was happening."
"Don't apologize, my sweet. I'm enjoying it. I don't know how I could ever feel closer to a woman. I think I'm going to come soon. Can you join me?"
"I'm sure that I'll come when I feel you shoot your load into my entrails. Give it to me, dear. I want to feel your beautiful cock swell up and come in my asshole."
Her flow of urine continued to blast out of her cunt as he gored her ass to the very core and she felt the mushroom expand like an atomic cloud as he exploded in the depths of her rectum and treated her to the loveliest of creamy enemas. The thrilling feeling was more than she could endure and then was swept away on the tide of a mammoth orgasm as her rectal muscles grasped and clutched and squeezed at his fully implanted prick.
"Don't take it out yet, please. Hold it right there. I want to feel you up my ass for as long as I can. Hold real still and just try to keep it in my rear."
He held still, pressed tight up to her buttocks as she squeezed his rapidly deflating spent member with her secret rectal muscles. At last, when he was almost completely soft inside her, she squeezed too hard and his withered cock was ejected from her tight asshole like a cork from a child's popgun.
She stood up and faced him now. She reached the faucets and turned on the water, but not before she caught sight of his reddened prick covered with brown and white matter.
My God, she thought, not only have I peed on his feet, but now I've shit on his cock and balls.
She moved close to him before he could look down and see the mess she had made of his proud manhood. She soaped and scrubbed him thoroughly. She was grateful that the splashing of the water in the tiled enclosure drowned out the sound as she let go with a long fart that she had been holding desperately.
They toweled each other dry and returned to the bedroom. It was nearly five o'clock. Harold would be getting home soon. The hours had flown by while she and Gates were together. She reached for her bra and panties, but Gates insisted on covering her lovely tits with kisses and nibbling on the nipples until they stiffened. Then he squatted down and kissed her cunt. When he had finished, she bent down and took his limp prick into her mouth and sucked and licked it eagerly. When it was soft, she had no trouble getting it all in her mouth. She petted his balls as she sucked him. Leaving it reluctantly, she said, "Good-bye for now, you handsome devil. You really know how to take care of a woman. I hope I'll see you again soon."
"Thank you for saying that, my dear." Gates spoke with that funny little sad smile on his face. "I was afraid for a minute that this might be just a one-time shot in exchange for my allowing Harold to change his proposal so that I can award him the contract."
"How long is that contract good for?" Elsie asked.
"It's a continuing thing. Probably good for twenty years, anyway. Why?"
"Because it seems only fair to me that our private sex contract continue for as long as Harold's all-important insurance contract."
The sadness was gone from his smile now. He beamed like a schoolboy. They dressed quickly now. Elsie noticed a small ring of blood on the bedsheet. He really had stretched her to splitting. It was the first blood on the bed since Joe Friedman had smashed her cherry years ago. Oh well, with practice she was sure she could stretch to accommodate him without bleeding.
Gates dropped her off at a taxi stand downtown. Harold was already home when she got to the apartment. "Where've you been?" he asked. "I thought you'd have been interested enough to wait here to find out how I made out."
"I tried to," she explained, "but the agony of waiting here alone was more than I could bear. I went to a movie to make the time pass faster. How did it go?"
"Not too well. Sullivan says they got a slightly better plan from another company. I don't know what we overlooked. I thought we had covered everything. There must have been something we could have done that we didn't."
That's what you think! Elsie thought to herself. In her heart she knew that she, not Harold, had made the sale. It was a secret she would take to her grave in order to protect his masculine ego.
"Everything's going to work out okay. You just wait and see. Why, I'll bet that Gates Myers phones you tomorrow and lets you alter your proposal to meet the other one."
"Not a chance, honey. He's too straightlaced for anything like that. You don't know him the way I do," He sulked, going into the kitchen to get a drink.
Yes, my boy, and you don't know him the way I do, Elsie thought as she smiled to herself, recalling that this guy who was so straightlaced had been fucking her up the ass less than an hour an hour ago!
They spent a miserable evening. Harold was wallowing in self-pity, sobbing over how hard he had worked and how important this sale was to his precious career. He only toyed with his food and proceeded to get very stoned on a new gallon of red wine he had brought home. He insisted that Elsie join him in drowning his sorrows. He passed out about ten o'clock and she managed to get him to bed where he snored like a horse. She slept on the living room couch, grateful that at least he hadn't been in shape to want any sex tonight. Her cunt and asshole were both so sore from the thorough pummeling they had received this afternoon that she couldn't touch them with a powder puff.
When she awakened in the morning Harold was in the kitchen, trying to cure a king-sized hangover with coffee and Bromo-Seltzer. She was having her first cup of coffee when the phone rang. The sound of the bell made Harold jump like he'd been hit in the head with a hammer. He grabbed the offending instrument before it could repeat its painful outburst.
"Yes? Oh, good morning, Miss Taylor." Covering the mouthpiece, with his hand, he informed Elsie that it was Mr. Myers' secretary. "Why, yes, tell Mr. Myers I will be delighted to attend a meeting in his office at eleven and have lunch with him afterward."
"You see, I told you last night that he'd probably call you and let you work it out. You should have stayed sober and been in better shape."
"What made you say that he'd call me today? Did you know something I didn't know?" he asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Of course not, silly. How could I?" she replied in what she hoped was a steady voice. "I was just using the old power of positive thinking, that's all."
"Yeah, of course, how could you have known anything?" he mumbled and went in to spend twice as long as usual under the shower.
Elsie pressed his suit and shined his shoes. Before he dressed, she made him lie down and she massaged his eyes with ice cubes to get rid of some of the redness and puffiness.
When he left, she dressed quickly and took a bus downtown to do some window shopping and browsing through the stores, thinking she might as well start planning about how to spend some of that fortune she had made for him yesterday.
CHAPTER SIX
The successful consummation of the Myers' contract proved to be a turning point in Harold's personality change, as well as in his career. He opened his own agency with large fancy offices. His picture appeared on the cover of an insurance magazine describing his sales and business acumen in glowing terms. Harold believed every word of the article and practically committed it to memory. He sent copies to everyone he'd ever heard of and had one plaqued in plastic for his office wall. The company that made the plaque also made trophies. He ordered several large impressive-looking ones with engraved plaques to himself in gratitude from the various companies and some of his clients.
He hired a press agent and soon the papers and magazines were carrying mentions of Harold Levenson, the prominent insurance executive. He became an inveterate social climber and bought his way into various private clubs and professional groups. The old Plymouth gave way to a new Cadillac and he became a dapper dresser, even though Elsie still shined his shoes each morning. His time was too valuable for a bootblack.
He kept his promise and got Elsie the mink coat and a flashy diamond ring and watch and a wardrobe of show-off gowns. This was not so much a means of showing his appreciation or love, but rather a means of further advertising his success and flattering his burgeoning ego.
In spite of the fact that his egomania alienated a lot of people, it impressed a lot of others. His agency became one of the most active and successful in the city. The Myers account became just one of a dozen or so large corporate plans which he sold. During this period, they moved several times, settling finally into one of the most expensive apartments on fashionable Beacon Hill.
Elsie was given a new Cadillac and provided with a uniformed chauffeur until she learned to drive. Her charm and beauty more than made up for his arrogant self-esteem and, largely because of this, they were accepted socially and climbed the ladder rapidly. Their pictures became a common sight on the society pages and Harold had these carefully mounted in a large scrapbook. He was blithely unaware that his success was due far more to Elsie's body than to his brain.
On the heels of his all-consuming drive to demonstrate his success to men, came the desire to prove his dominance over attractive members of the opposite sex. Society matrons and actresses seemed to be his favorites. He began phoning Elsie with lame excuses about being suddenly called out of town for several days on a big deal as he went through a succession of paramours and mistresses. Their sex life deteriorated rapidly.
Elsie still had a nympho's appetite for sexual attention and this increased as the years slipped by. True to her promise, she got together with Gates as often as he could afford the time. The difference in their ages began to catch up with them. Often he couldn't get that thick cock of his hard even after she had sucked on it for an hour or more. He tried to relieve her frustrations by going down and sucking her cunt more frequently than he was able to fuck her now. She came to the final realization that she needed more than a tongue to satiate the throbbing appetites of her boiling cunt. She needed a good hard prick inside her. By the time she reached her thirtieth birthday, he was past sixty, and they slowly drifted apart.
By now Harold was more than a millionaire. He lavished furs, jewelry, and expensive clothes on her lovely body and she spent half her time in the beauty shop. She appreciated the luxurious life, even though she realized full well that the beautiful gifts were more to impress others than to be enjoyed by her as tokens of love. For Christmas one year, he had a full-length portrait of her painted by Boston's most prominent artist. As a final vulgar display of wealth, he contracted with the artist to come in each six months and update the clothes, jewels, and hair-do, in a sort of a reverse on Oscar Wilde's Portrait of Dorian Gray.
On the night of one of the leading social events of the year, Elsie found herself drinking a lot more than usual. By the time they left the party, she was quite drunk. On the way home, she reached over and stroked his cock. Harold pushed her hand away harshly, saying, "Please! Do you want to cause me to have an accident?"
"In the old days in the Plymouth you didn't seem to worry so much about it," she pouted.
"That was different. In those days we didn't have anything to lose. Now we are rich; they could clobber us."
"Shit. Sometimes I almost wish we were poor again. At least we were happy then."
Once they got home, Elsie went to the fancy marble and gold-plated bathroom. She removed her clothes and hung them on the swan-shaped hooks. Then she let down her long platinum hair. It hung to her ass. Drunkenly, she inspected her figure in the full-length mirrors. It was a far cry from when she had to look at the rented mink coat in the bathroom mirror back on Commonwealth. Her big tits didn't droop a bit, thanks to several silicone injections designed to keep them pumped up. Her skin was as smooth and tight as it had been at eighteen. This was a credit to the most expensive lotions and cosmetics that the cosmeticians could recommend. She was pleased with what she saw in the mirror and, hair hanging, she went into the bedroom and sat, nude, on the side of the bed.
Harold emerged from his bathroom. His short, dumpy body did not look nearly as good as hers. Once he removed the expensive custom-tailored suit and the clincher shorts, he was a fat, balding middle-aged man. Even so, he was her husband and she wanted him right now. She wanted him to take her between the sheets and pump her like he used to do before they had become so fucking rich that they never fucked anymore.
Instead, he strutted around the room like a little naked Napoleon. He could not seem to remove the mantle of his success even in the privacy of their marital boudoir.
"Harold, what's happened to us? What the hell do I have to do to get you to throw a real good fuck into me... buy a hundred thousand dollar insurance policy?" The bitterness in her voice came, at long last, to the surface.
"Aw, c'mon, honey. You're stoned and I'm pooped. It's been a long hard day. Tomorrow I have a lot of big important appointments and we want the money. Right now, I need my rest." He had started to snore before his head touched the pillow. Elsie made her way to the bathroom and took a big red Seconal sleeping tablet. They had certainly come a long way from when they were clerks at Sears. She wasn't sure in which direction their progress had been.
She had been happy with the ambitious Harold in the early days when the promise of wealth and luxury had been a dream always just beyond the horizon. Now they had crossed over that horizon and all of the dreams were right here in their laps and yet they seemed to have lost far more than they had gained. She knew that Harold was chippying on her and had been for some time. Modern society seemed to accept that as a successful man's prerogative and yet the hot yearning deep in her crotch argued their judgment.
Harold was gone when she awakened to the insistent ringing of the phone the next morning. Her head was splitting. Before she picked up the phone, she saw Harold's note. He had a very important business meeting that night and would not be home until very late. Answering the phone, she heard the silky smooth voice of that bitch Marie Scott. She and her handsome husband, Bill, were newcomers to their social crowd. Elsie sensed that Marie envied her position in the social scale and was anxious to usurp it. Regardless of this, she was, at the moment, a lonely and neglected woman.
Marie extended an invitation for just the four of them to have dinner in their apartment, when she explained that Harold was unavailable because of a meeting, Marie fairly glowed on the phone. "But, darling, that's wonderful. We cannot bear to think of you being left alone. You must come and have dinner with us. It will be a very simple, informal affair."
Elsie could hardly believe the voice she heard was her own as it replied, "I'd be delighted."
The Scotts lived in an equally fashionable, though less spacious and expensive apartment. Elsie arrived, overdressed as usual for the occasion. Bill and Marie both told her how beautiful she looked and Bill prepared rather strong drinks. They had wine with dinner and a few heavy after-dinner drinks. Elsie became quite intoxicated and a little sick. By nine-thirty she had passed out.
A little after ten she came to, stark naked, in a strange bed. Bill, equally naked, was beside her. His hands were in her juicy quim and she was surprised to find that her own were massaging and stroking his long thin prick. Her senses returned slowly. She was puzzled by the fact that, while both of his hands seemed to be in her crotch, others were rubbing and caressing her tits.
At this point she didn't really give a damn. It had been a long time since she'd held a stiff cock and she found herself guiding it to her sticky snatch. She needed a hard prick more than anything else in the world right now. Bill seemed more than anxious to oblige. She felt the swollen head of his long charger slip into the open lips of her vagina and slowly work its way into her starving cunt. It was all so wonderful and overdue that she was only vaguely conscious of the occasional bright flashes of lights. At first she thought they must be in her brain.
Bill was giving her a sound fucking... the first she had had in many months. She bucked under him in wild abandon and then, at last, she felt him swell and expel his juice deep inside her. It was like heaven revisited. She returned his favors by delivering a long-stored orgasm and then collapsed, in semi-consciousness, against the pillow and mattress.
When she came to, a soft tongue was massaging her clit and the moist crevice beneath it. She found herself lifting her buttocks to meet the tongue and to savor the delights it was delivering. Again there were the flashes of bright lights just beyond her consciousness. She was thrashing wildly beneath that tongue now. Her orgasm was close at hand. At last, one of the flashes brought her back to full consciousness and she looked down at her crotch to see not Bill but Marie licking and sucking her seething cunt. She had never had an experience with a lesbian and tried to fight her off, but the excitement had gone beyond the fever pitch and soon, in spite of herself, she felt her orgasm flood into the other woman's mouth. She was filled with a mysterious mixture of satisfaction and shame. Only then did she see Bill with the flash camera beside the bed. She recoiled in horror and struck out against them, but to no avail. Bill straddled her chest. She felt his ponderous balls on her heaving tits and then the head of his cock as he forced it into her mouth and began to irrumate her with his hot rod. Despite her fear and revulsion, she found herself gobbling that stiff member and sucking on it voraciously as Marie took up the camera and made a full picture record of the event.
Hours later, when they helped her dress and drove her home, Marie purred in her ear, "You are going to propose me for president of the Junior League, aren't you, darling?"
The impact of the social blackmail was unmistakable. Elsie assured her that she would and Marie promised the full set of pictures and negatives once her election was secured.
At home in bed, Elsie sobbed herself to sleep. She needed love and sex desperately at this stage of life, but it was obvious she could not get these from her own social peers. Where then, should she turn?
The next day Elsie put on her simplest outfit and went on a shopping tour of the local charity thrift shops. For fifty dollars she assembled a passable middle-class wardrobe. She smuggled this back into the fancy apartment and waited for her chance to fight back at the Establishment that had hurt her.
Ten days passed before Elsie had a chance to put her plan into action. Finally, one night she dressed in a simple shopgirl outfit and went to a middle-class bar in the commercial section of town. Within an hour, she had made a pick-up. The lonely traveling salesman took her to a second-rate hotel. He thought that she was a whore and Elsie, in order to protect her cover, accepted his ten dollars before removing her used clothing.
He was middle-aged and had soft, unhealthy-looking skin, but he was well hung. She wanted that cock in her cunt. She went down and slid her lips over it, tonguing it anxiously. At last it became rock hard. Now she wanted it inside of her snatch, but he had other ideas. He grabbed her by the ears and kept forcing her head down on his cock until he blew his load in her mouth. The taste of his come was foul, like stale cigarette butts soaked in flat, cheap beer. Nevertheless it was male come and she swallowed it anxiously.
It took nearly a half hour to get him hard again. This time she dragged him to her aching cunt. She was so juicy in the desperation of her need that he slipped in easily and soon he was fucking her violently. She came twice before he erupted with the foul fluid deep inside of her.
He was more than pleased with his conquest when she left him and took a cab home. The big apartment was empty and she douched for twenty minutes to wash the filth from her snatch, but then she slept soundly and happily.
The following week Harold was elated that she made the list of one of the city's ten best-dressed women. God knows he spent enough on her clothes, but her victory was a tribute to the behind the scenes work of his press agent.
Only a fly on the wall would have observed one of Boston's ten best-dressed women slipping into second-hand thrift shop clothes a week later to go again in search of much needed sex. The situation was far from a happy one, but Elsie had a desperate need to be fucked. Her sex life was not a proud one but it was better than none at all.
Elsie, of course, realized that, since she was well known to the reporters and photographers of the local papers, it was only a matter of time until one of them would recognize her playing the whore role in the commercial district of town. In order to minimize these risks, she constantly moved her base of operations until, at last, she was getting into some rather unsavory neighborhoods.
One night, just as she was getting into her tacky costume, she was surprised by the door chime. Going to the door, she was a bit shocked to find Bill Scott leering at her from the threshold.
"Bill, what on earth are you doing here? I thought our deal was finished," she exploded.
Bill was obviously drunk. He stared at her through bleary eyes as he explained, "Elsie, I'm in a bind. Marie's social aspirations are more than I can afford to support. I have been hard pressed as to just where to turn for money. Then I happened to find a few extra prints of the pictures of our private party. I wanted to do the right thing and bring them to you."
"Thanks," she said, extending her hand for the filthy prints.
"Not so fast, my big-titted friend," he barked, pulling the pictures back tightly against his chest.
"What do you want now, Bill?" she asked in a defeated voice.
"I need a loan of five hundred bucks and I need it right now," he stated defiantly.
"Come in, Bill. I'll write you a check." She went to her desk and wrote the check. Approaching him, she held it tightly in one hand, while extending the other for the damaging prints. He delivered them and accepted the check. Elsie wondered if the blackmail would ever really end. She felt nothing but revulsion for the character in front of her.
In spite of her revulsion, she could not help but notice the growing bulge in his pants. She remembered the wonderful thrills that his cock could give her starving cunt. She moved close to him and took the swollen member in her grasp. He stood silently while she unzipped his fly and took it out. She led him to the couch, saying, "For five big ones, I ought to at least get the use of one big one."
His stiff prick was up her skirt and pressing at the hungry lips of her vagina within instants. She spread her thighs wide and rolled back to make his entry into her easier. He threw her a hell of a fuck then, driving solidly into her creamed quim. It was almost worth the five hundred, the way she felt that stiff hot cock thrusting into her long-neglected cunt. She wanted it to last forever and hoped he wouldn't blow his load too soon. In spite of attempted mental control, her desperate anxiety to feel the blessed relief of a cock-induced orgasm caused her, involuntarily, to fuck like a mink. She threw her ass up to him while her over-anxious cunt grabbed and clutched at the welcome intruder so violently that he shot his hot wad into her before she could come.
"Oh, shit, that's not fair! You were supposed to make me come, not just use my pussy as some soft glove to jerk yourself off with. Give me some more. I want to see the colored lights flash."
"Mebbe some other time, Elsie. I gotta meet a guy and I'm late now. I'll come and see you soon, though. I promise."
"Yeah, I bet you will, you lousy bloodsucker. You'll just happen to find more prints of those pictures and then you'll come and see me every time you're broke. What a prick you are. Even so, if all I mean to you is money, I'll give you another hundred right now if you'll fuck me until I come real good. As long as you're a blackmailer, you may as well be a male whore, too." Her voice had risen until she was screaming the last at him. She hoped that the walls were soundproof.
Bill glanced at his watch and then down at his pants. He wasn't as worried about the time as he was the energy. Following his glance, Elsie realized the source of his doubts. She moved close to him and patted his cock through his pants as she purred. "Don't worry about Junior. I'll suck it until I get him good and hard. After all, I don't want a soft cock fuck, either."
"Can you give me the hundred in cash so that Marie won't know about it?"
"Okay, Bill. In cash." She unzipped his fly as she said it.
He reached down and zipped it up again, snarling at her, "I want the dough first. If I'm gonna work like a whore, I'm gonna operate like one. After all, it's pretty hard to repossess a piece of ass."
Her first inclination was to order him out of her apartment, but the urgent itching deep between her legs had to be scratched and he had the only tool available that would reach it. She was torn between revulsion and lustful craving as she found her purse and dug out the cash.
She licked, sucked, chewed, and swallowed on his limp prick for almost a half hour before it got even hard enough to get into her cunt. Even now it was going to be like getting a marshmallow into a slot machine. She knew that his mind was not on fucking her, but rather on what he planned to do with her money. She gave up trying to get it any harder and let it slide from her mouth as she pulled him by the semi-soft handle to her seething snatch. Even then they had trouble getting it in. Once inside, the pumping of her cunt lining affected him little more than her mouth had.
"Not only do you operate like a whore... you even fuck like one!" she screamed at him. "C'mon, goddammit, I want a C-note's worth of cock."
He tried, but either his heart wasn't in it or his balls weren't with it. In spite of his efforts, Elsie had to do most of the work. She would have been as well off with a banana or weiner as with his limp prick but, at last, with extreme effort, she did achieve a minimal orgasm. It was not at all like what she had bargained for. He softened still more and slipped out of her wet gash. He had made no effort to come nor did she give a damn. He put his dead bird back in its nest, zipped up, and left the apartment without a word.
Bill Scott's unwelcome visit had only served to what Elsie's appetite for sex. Once she heard the door close behind him, she went in and examined herself in the mirror. She was still dressed in the second-hand clothes. She looked like a waitress out on the prowl. It was her image. She left and took a cab down to a middle-class commercial neighborhood. She seated herself in a booth and ordered a vodka martini on the rocks. She pulled the brim of the hat down over her face, just as she had the night that she and Harold had gone to the dirty movie.
Halfway through her first drink the waiter came to her table and announced that two young gentlemen at the bar would like to buy her a drink. She checked them out quickly. They were about thirty and very clean-cut-looking in appearance. She nodded her head in acceptance of the drink. Minutes later, one of them approached her.
"Hi. I'm Joe Bernard and my friend, Ron Evans, and I are in town for a computer engineering met-ting. We are from Minneapolis and feel like a couple of lost lambs here in Boston. You looked lovely and lonely. We were hoping that maybe you had a girl friend and could join us for dinner."
"I'm sorry, Joe, but I guess I am sort of a lone wolf. I don't have a girl friend, but perhaps there is enough of me to go around. I have no plans for dinner or later and, if the two of you would settle for just one girl, I am available."
They took her to dinner at the old Oyster House down on the pier. Elsie didn't know whether it was the shellfish or the obvious virility of the two young men that got to her, but fifteen minutes later she was in their room in a middle-class downtown hotel.
The young men were shy, but she wanted and needed their virile young bodies desperately. She removed her cheap used clothing before them and paraded around the small room in the full splendor of her nakedness. They pretty quick got the message and peeled down to the buff. Their young pricks were not as embarrassed as their minds and soon were erected to a beautiful condition.
Elsie took them both by the hand and led them to one of the twin beds. She turned down the covers and slid between them, spreading herself wide as she did do. They saw the juicy gash between her legs and looked at each other, as though asking which should be first. The one named Joe hopped in and she felt the head of his throbbing cock pressed into the fur-lined tunnel to her sex. She spread her thighs even wider in her need for him and soon the hot rod of his young manhood was boring into her quivering quim.
Oh, how the thrilling feeling of a stiff, hot prick plunging into her hot little box excited her. Her hands went up to grasp his ass and urge him ever deeper into her wanton womb. He had an average-sized cock and began taking six-inch strokes in and out of her garnet gash. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a stiff prick plunging deep into her wet velvet vulva. She returned his every stroke and reached her orgasm moments before he spewed forth his own liquid manhood deep inside of her hungry cunt. Even after he had come, she threw her legs around him and tried to keep the deflated member in her wet snatch. The thrill of the moment had made her completely forget his friend.
She let out a deep sigh as he let his shrunken staff escape from her tender trap. Within seconds, she felt a new and harder manly tool replace it and drive demandingly into her innermost womanhood.
This time she came in a mammoth, explosive orgasm as the second man erupted deep in her cunt. By now Joe was hard again from watching his friend, and he soon replaced the softening spent cock with a newly aroused one. He-gave her one hell of a ride before she felt him blast his sperm way down inside her, then shrivel. Moments later his friend replaced him in the saddle and she was carried to the utmost heights of ecstasy as she orgasmed magnificently over the deeply embedded cock of a man whose name she could not even recall.
These young computer engineers had little imagination but lots of vitality. They alternated at giving her fuck after fuck until 'way past midnight. Her legs were jelly when she crawled out of bed and dressed to go home.
When she arrived home, Harold was staggering around the living room, obviously frustrated. Elsie assumed that he must not have made the bid with his intended conquest of the evening. She knew that she should have flown into a wifely jealous rage. In her present feeling of sexual satiation however, she felt nothing but compassion for the poor boy.
It was almost immediately obvious that Harold was horny but too drunk to really do anything about it. He did not even notice that her clothes were surely not the type he had bought for her as he almost ripped them from her luscious body. Once he had her stripped on the couch, he tried desperately to get into her well-creamed cunt, but his limp cock could not make the entry.
After ten minutes of futile effort, Elsie could not help but feel sorry for the poor guy. She bent down and swept the soft shaft into the hot damp confines of her oral chasm. Even her most expert efforts failed to arouse his sleeping giant. After fifteen minutes, she gave up and let the soft salami slip from her tender lips.
Harold was embarrassed at his inability to perform. In order to effect a cover-up for his own deficiencies, he burrowed his face into her hairy gash and licked and sucked on her soft, silky snatch in a way that was more demanding than caressive. Sensing his needs, Elsie, even though her sexpot was beautifully satiated, thrust her tender thighs up to his marauding tongue. She came twice in his mouth before she collapsed against the cushions of the couch and he had to take her to bed. That night she slept more soundly than even the Seconal-induced sleep of the past months. She would never let Harold know it, but it had taken three men to quell the fires that raged 'way down inside her thighs.
They slept in each other's arms that night. It was like the old days. Elsie dreamed that they were back at Sears and living in the crazy old apartment on Commonwealth, filled with the smell of paint remover.
When she awakened in the morning, the sun was pouring in the bedroom window. They had forgotten to close the expensive drapes.
Still half awake, she reached over to his crotch. To her delight, his cock was stiff and erect. Oh God, how she wanted to feel that rod deep in her cunt. She had heard the rumors of his affair with a Hollywood sexpot who was doing a show in Boston. She knew him well enough to realize that he would try to save all his virility for this young cunt and not waste it on her, his wife. Under the circumstances, she did all that she could do. She slipped down between his spread legs and took his sweet swollen meat between her lips. She tongued and licked at him voraciously before she started taking the long strokes that started at his swollen gland and ended at his enflamed balls. Even in his sleep, his hands reached out and grasped her sucking head, forcing it down onto his cock in her mouth.
Once she felt his warm come gush out into her caressing mouth Elsie knew that, at least, this was one load he could not give to any other broad. She swallowed it as though it were the contents of a victory cup. Here, at least, was a part of Harold that nobody else could ever possess.
Shortly after Harold came into her mouth, he awakened. He had been enjoying beautiful dreams and had not been aware that his wife had milked him of his manhood.
A little bit of sex is a strange thing... it merely whets your appetite for a lot of sex. That was what Elsie felt now. The itch between her two big toes had grown bigger and bigger.
The compassionate desire that Elsie felt for sex now was the principal motivating factor of her life. Harold could have given her everything she needed in this department, but he failed her. Even after she had sucked his cock this morning, he awoke to tell her of his busy schedule for the day. He dressed and left the apartment without even a kiss.
All day Elsie figured how to win him back. She worked over the apartment to the extent that it left nothing to be desired. A little after two that afternoon, Harold called with another lame excuse. He might not be home for several nights. She knew his story was a phony one and she seethed inside for a way to show him that he was not the little emperor he thought himself to be.
She dressed in her down-graded uniform and went out on the town. Fuck Harold, she would find her own sex life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By now Elsie was running out of second-rate commercial hotels. She was frightened that she might be recognized if she worked the bars in any of them one more time. When the cab driver asked her where she wanted to go, she suddenly remembered the name of a cheap hotel on the waterfront, near where she had been raised. It was frequented by merchant seamen from the many foreign freighters that put into Boston. She reasoned that most of these men must have been at sea for a month or more and would have full balls. Beyond this obvious advantage, they would not be likely to encounter her socially at a later date and cause her embarrassment. The driver looked a little surprised when she gave him the name of the place to which she wanted to be transported.
The long bar was crowded and noisy when she shoved her way in through the swinging doors with the frosted-glass panels. Her entrance was greeted with a few wolf whistles and cat calls and she went into the act of looking for someone who was expecting her.
When she had worked her way halfway back the bar, a tall blond Scandinavian seaman in a clean blue pea jacket approached her. "You're late. I've been waiting for you for hours," he said, for the benefit of the bartender.
"What can I get you to drink, now that you've finally arrived?" His accent was heavy but his intention was clear. Elsie wondered if the hair around his cock was as blond as that on his head.
"I'll have a Walker's Deluxe and soda," she purred as she nuzzled in close to him at the bar. He was a big Nordic type. His name was Nils. She could almost picture him at the helm of a Viking ship, wearing the horned helmet. They had three drinks together. With the third drink, she let her hand stray to his fly and patted his cock. It was tremendous. She felt her pussy quiver for want of that big stiff ramrod in her quim. Instead of ordering a fourth drink, he suggested that they go to his place.
"I thought you'd never ask," Elsie whispered to him.
"It's nothing fancy," he apologized, "but I call it home when I'm in this port."
"As long as you're there and I'm there, what do we care about the rest of it?" she remarked reassuringly as he paid off the bar keep.
On the way to his pad they stopped by a liquor store and he bought a pint of bourbon. He was considerate enough to ask if she wanted cigarettes or anything. She told him that she didn't.
The third floor walk-up room to which he led her was small and illuminated by a bare bulb that hung from a cord in the middle of the high ceiling. The room reeked of ant spray and bedbug killer. A big iron bed with gray-looking sheets dominated the room. He produced two dirty water glasses and poured them each a drink. Elsie thought that she wasn't here to drink, but he kept urging her on. The bourbon tasted strange but she managed to down it and then he forced another onto her.
"I'm here to get laid, not drunk," she told him.
"Don't worry baby. I promise you that tonight you're going to get screwed, glued, and tattooed." He smiled and settled in the one straight chair until she had downed the second peculiar-tasting drink.
Now he muttered something in a foreign language and started to peel off his clothes. The hair on his chest and his pubic area was as blond as his head. He had a superb physique and was heavily endowed in the sex department. Elsie was pleased with what he had for her. She needed that big meat in her quim and so she started to remove her own second-hand clothes. Once she was completely naked, she lay back and spread her thighs on the horrid-looking bed. At the moment, her mind was on nothing but that big Nordic prick.
He was on her in a flash and she thought that huge organ would surely rip her apart as he forced it viciously into the moist lips of her gaping vagina. He seemed impatient to make his penetration complete. Elsie felt like a raped virgin as he tore into her hungry cunt so ferociously that she let out a little scream of pain. When she did, he hit her across the side of the face so forcefully that she almost lost consciousness. Her whole body seemed numb with the same feeling as though her foot was asleep. The one thing that was not numb was her pussy and she delighted as he rammed his big meat into her with ever-deepening thrusts.
His weight crushed down on her semi-conscious body and she was assailed with his breath that reeked of garlic and liquor and the odor of his armpits that smelled like dirty socks. In spite of these nasal diversions, that huge tool of his was doing a beautiful job of delivering the relief she had come here to seek. She felt herself climax three or four times. She tried to lift up her cunt to the powerful cock but it was as thought she were paralyzed. She had never heard of the chloralhydrate he had put into her drinks here: the Mickey Finns of the waterfront that were used to shanghai sailors in days of old. The weird drug left you fully conscious yet unable to physically combat or resist whatever was being done to you. Finally, while she lay motionless beneath him, like a living corpse, he gave one final driving plunge into her depths and she felt his sperm flood forth deep inside her quim.
As he withdrew, she felt a little trickle of blood leave her split vagina and trickle down her thighs. He muttered something in a strange tongue and went to the door. She assumed that he had gone to the bathroom down the hall. She tried to get up, but was unable to move. She had to pee, but that could wait. She closed her eyes, concentrating on that wonderful big cock that had brought her to orgasm after orgasm. She hoped that when he returned from the toilet she could get it hard enough to give her more of the wonderful frigging that she needed to badly. The room began to spin around wildly now and she felt dizzy and nauseated. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to fight it. At this point, she either fell asleep or passed out.
When she came to, her eyes opened to a living nightmare. The small room was filled with horrible-looking men. There must have been twenty of them. Some were already stripped naked, while others had their pants open and their genitals exposed. The blond man who had brought her here was passing among them, collecting money. She tried to scream but her throat was dry. She tried to get off the bed and run, but her muscles and reflexes refused to respond to her mental commands. It was as though her body had been paralyzed into putty while her brain was fully awake. She swallowed desperately and managed to emit a weak cry for help.
A huge black fist, the size of a ham, caught her on the side of the head and set her senses swimming. By the time the dizziness subsided, she became aware that a fat and malodorous man with a pot belly was crushing her against the dirty mattress and forcing a limp, worn prick into her bleeding vagina. The sea of faces around the bed were laughing and jeering and urging him to hurry and shoot his wad and make way for them. Her mind tried to blot out the image of what was happening to her. Five or six others hopped aboard and fucked her in rapid succession, while other hands squeezed and mouths bit at her lovely huge tits.
A huge Greek sailor with a flowing mustachio mounted her next. Her cunt was overflowing with the sperm of his predecessors and he found the going at it too slippery and sloppy for his tastes. "Turn her over!" he growled in a heavy accent.
Four or five pairs of rough hands grabbed her body like they were loading cargo and forced her over onto her stomach. Two of them held her legs widespread and there was much laughter and comment as the big Greek mounted her pretty ass and forced his way into her rectum.
Elsie lay on the foul-smelling bed, sobbing and moaning like a dying calf in a thunderstorm. A big black African seaman thought that the Greek had a good idea and rammed into her sore asshole as soon as the Greek had blown his load. Another black sailor became so excited that he could not wait his turn. He grabbed Elsie brusquely by the hair and tugged her head over to the side of the bed. She opened her eyes just in time to see that huge black penis shoving its way into her mouth. She tried to clamp her jaws tight but he choked her throat until she was forced to open her mouth and then he shoved his swollen cock into it. It nearly broke her jaws as he forced the mammoth member deeper and deeper down her throat. Her only thought now was to get it over with and so she began to use her tongue on the orally implanted cock to make it come as soon as possible. Minutes that seemed like hours later, he flooded her mouth with the heavy taste of seaweed. She felt the stiff curly hairs grazing her lips as the choking load of foul-tasting come gushed into her helpless mouth. She gagged, sputtered, and dry-heaved as the flood almost drowned her. She tried to spit it out or throw it up, but his huge hands forced her head to stay on it while it spurted until his balls were drained. In spite of herself, she had to keep swallowing in order to keep from choking to death.
"Hey, men, this little white cunt is a hell of a cocksucker. Give her a try."
One after another, they now forced their cocks into her mouth and rammed them down her throat until they blew their loads. One giant of a Mexican, who was hung like a bull, nearly broke her jaws as he rammed his meat into her mouth. She sputtered and tried to fight, but he kept shoving that cock down her throat. When he came she could not control herself. She vomited violently all over him and the mattress, much to the amusement of the others. Even this did not stop the next in line from shoving his cock into her puke-filled mouth. Meanwhile, others were fucking her cunt and sore asshole.
Somewhere along the line Elsie lost all conception of time. Later on, she figured that there must have been twenty men in the room and each of them had had her all three ways. Some gluttons had come back for seconds and thirds at their favorite method.
The constant pressures on her bladder and bowels caused her to lose all control. She peed on several of her frontal assailants and shit all over two of the rectal invaders. She had no conception of time now and did not know how long the tortuous degradation continued. To her, it seemed an eternity. At long last, she slipped into the blessed black oblivion of unconsciousness. Even then they kept using her body as though it were a three-hole toilet at a drunken convention.
When she came to, she knew not how many hours later, most of the men had left. The few who remained were either dressed or getting dressed. The big blond sailor who had brought her to this torture chamber was counting a huge bundle of bills which he then stuffed into the pocket of his pea jacket. She tried to speak, but only an incoherent sound emerged from her lips. It attracted his attention. Walking over to the side of the bed, he looked down on her tortured body and spat onto her left breast. "Let's get out of here," he said to the others.
"What about the cunt?" one of them asked. "Piss on her," he growled.
"Good idea," came a drunken voice from the other side of the bed.
Elsie turned toward the voice just in time to see the filthy little man unzip his fly and drag out his dong. The stream of hot, yellow urine struck her square in the face, while the room was filled with uproarious laughter. She managed to turn her head to avoid the awful insult, only to be assailed by a new stream from the other side of the bed. The others got into the act now and she was almost drowned in a sea of male urine. She prayed that she would die right here and now.
"I gotta better idea," said a new voice. "When I was fucking her up the ass, she shit all over my balls. I don't take that from no cunt. I think I'm gonna shit right on her tits."
Oh, dear God, no! She thought. How low can humanity sink?
Seconds later, the man had removed his pants and shorts and was squatting over her chest. His ass was toward her face and she saw his rectum dilate as he tried desperately to have a bowel movement on her. By the grace of God, he was unable to, although he did let several big, juicy farts right into her nostrils.
"Here, let me show ya how to do it," said one of the others. Soon he was squatted over her midsection. Unfortunately, he was more successful than the first guy had been and he defecated right into her proud cunthair. The horrid odor filled the small room. She was very close to losing consciousness again when her head was jerked off the bed violently by the hair.
A slimy-looking little man stood over her with an open jacknife. The big blade was just inches from her face. Perhaps he intended to cut her throat. She couldn't have cared less at this moment.
Instead, he yanked at her hair and began sawing away at it, close to her scalp, with the knife.
"What the hell are you doin'?" the blond sailor demanded. "Scalps are for Indians. If you want a scalp for a souvenir, peel it from her cunt."
"Fuck you, man. You cleaned out her purse and got all our money for the gang-bang. I gotta get something out of this too. I know a wigmaker in Portugal that'll pay fifty bucks for this long blonde hair."
He sawed and hacked away until Elsie was shorn like a sheep. Now, she finally passed out for real.
When she regained consciousness, she was in a charity ward at County Hospital... a fine place for the wife of a millionaire. Slowly, she put the pieces together. A maid at the hotel had found her and taken her for dead. She was covered with pee, come, and shit. When she moaned, the maid had tried to clean her body as best she could and the manager had phoned for an ambulance. Because it was that kind of a neighborhood, there was no publicity. She was on the police blotter as just another whore who had been beat up. When the nurse brought her a mirror, she didn't even recognize herself. The platinum blonde bouffant was gone and instead there were only stubbles of hair on an otherwise bald head. Her eyes were blackened and her face was swollen. She had been unconscious for several days, hovering between life and death. The doctors had been pumping her full of antibiotics, hoping to ward off venereal diseases, or worse.
Elsie wanted to sob her heart out, but the tears wouldn't come. Calling Harold and asking him to come for her was unthinkable. Even if he could ever understand and forgive her, there was bound to be a scandal and it would ruin his career. Her mind raced to find answers, even if they were wrong, to her immediate problem.
The woman from the admitting office came to her bedside that afternoon to get the needed statistics. Elsie reported that she had been mugged on the street and had no knowledge of what had happened to her afterward. The austere gray-haired woman had no idea how desperately Elsie wished that were the truth. She would never be able to erase the image of those awful men in that horrid room. When asked for her name, she gave it as Elsie Borden. She smiled inwardly at the deception. Actually that was the nickname the other girls had given her in high school when her tits got so big. They said she looked like Elsie, the Borden cow in the ads. She further reported that she had just gotten off a bus from Chicago when attacked. She had no local or permanent address.
After the woman left, Elsie figured that she had gone all the way down the drainpipe now. Really flushed out of her warm, comfortable life. One giant step had taken her from being a rich somebody to being a destitute nobody. She wondered if Harold was worried about her disappearance or why she had left her furs, jewels, and good clothes in the apartment. Their marriage had been strained, to say the least, the past few years. Perhaps he would think she had merely deserted him. Knowing Harold, she was sure that he was far more worried over the prospects of hearing from the lawyer about a big divorce settlement than he was over her health or well-being. Oh well, it had been fun while the going was good. She knew that phase of her life was over and done with now.
During her recovery, Elsie made friends with a gum-chewing young woman in the ward who was known as Flossie Smith. The name was obviously as phony as Borden. Flossie was a young whore, long on pulchritude and short on gray matter, but they got along well. She was a likeable kid and seemed honest. Since Elsie had to talk to someone, she leveled with Flossie.
"Where ya gonna go when they spring us outta this sanitary sewer?" Flossie asked one afternoon, between loud smackings of her ever-present wad of gum.
"I really don't know. Surely I can't go back to my husband. I don't have any money. I honestly don't know which way to turn."
"Ain'tcha got any family or close friends?" The girl pressed on to some oblique conclusion which eluded Elsie at the moment.
"Not hardly so's you'd notice them," Elsie admitted with a crooked smile.
"Well look, honey. Mebbe you oughta meet Dolly. She's the madam where I work mosta the time. She's a good old broad and runs a good house. She don't put up with no shit where her girls are concerned and you can pick up a coupla bills a week without even gettin' outta bed." She laughed at her own little funny.
"You mean you want me to become a prostitute?" Elsie gasped.
"Now don't get all up-tight over the idea. Let's face it, honey, all women are whores in one way or another. How many married women you know that hate their old man but spread their legs for him just because he's a good provider and gives 'em a nice home? Shit, girls like you and I have been taking those cocks in our crotches ever since hair grew on 'em. Let the pricks pay for their pussy. Whether it's the same one every night or a different one every coupla hours, what's the difference? All any of 'em wanna do is use your body for a toilet, so make 'em pay. Shit, you even have to put a dime in the crapper at the bus station, don'tcha?"
"You make it all sound so simple," Elsie mused.
"Look, sweetie, life is simple if you don't fight it. Only jerks complicate their lives with a lot of stupid rules and morals. You think it over. It beats the shit outta goin' back behind a counter at the dime store. I hear that they'll probably release us both next Monday."
For the next few days and nights, Elsie wrestled with what she liked to think of as her conscience. At first the very thought of her becoming an out and out whore was unthinkable. Then she got to thinking about what Flossie had said. "All women are whores in one way or another." She thought back over her own sex life. She had given her cherry to Joe Friedman for a cheap fur coat. What was the difference between that and money, really? She had spread her legs for scores of men for rings, watches, and trinkets. She had moved in with Harold and become his mistress because he offered her comparative comfort and luxury and the promise of a future. She had engaged in every type of sex with Gates Myers so that Harold could get a contract to make money and spend lots of it on her. In the rough early days, she had actually taken cash from strange men for the use of her pussy to keep up the household expenses.
It really was true... one way or another, all women are whores and who was she to think that her shit didn't stink? Everything that life had ever given her had come through her cunt. Despite the fact that she had been a rich and socially prominent woman for some years, she was totally incapable of earning a living. She was a moderately good cook and housekeeper, but there was little call for that. She could type but not well enough to compete with professional stenographers.
Late Saturday night she went down the hospital corridor to the bathroom. She studied herself in the mirror carefully. Her hair had grown to resemble a crewcut, but time would take care of that. Her figure and skin were like those of a girl in her early twenties. She stared into the eyes of the woman in the mirror and declared, "Where do you get off thinking that you're too high and mighty to be a whore? You and I both know that you're nothing but the daughter of an immigrant German bartender, raised in a stinking walk-up tenement. You have no advanced education nor technical training. The only two things you can really do well is fuck and suck cock. So you had some good years, but you fucked them away too. How the hell else are you going to feed and clothe that sexy frame of yours for the rest of your years? You're nothing but a dumb cunt. You are a natural-born whore, so c'mon, Portia, face life."
Monday morning she and Flossie were discharged from the hospital. They went down to the lobby together. Flossie had not broached the subject again after her first suggestion.
As they walked out onto the street, Flossie turned to her and asked, "Where ya goin', honey?"
Elsie linked her arm in that of her gum-chewing friend and smiled as she replied, "With you."
"Wonderful! Welcome to the world's oldest profession!" She grinned happily as she hailed a cab. Once the two girls were inside, Flossie gave the driver the address of the house that was to be Elsie's new home.
In the days ahead Elsie learned, too late, that while prostitution might be the oldest profession it was a field of endeavor in which all progress was in a downward direction.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the taxi deposited them in front of the old brownstone house within blocks of where Elsie had been raised, Flossie led her up the wide front steps. She produced a key and the door swung inward. Elsie stepped across the threshold into a real live whorehouse.
Dolly, to whom Flossie introduced her as though she were bringing home a trophy, was the farthest thing in the world from Elsie's image of a madam. She looked more like everybody's Aunt Bessie. She beamed at Elsie benevolently. "Are you sure you want to make your home here with us, my dear?" she asked, her voice exuding kindness.
"I don't really know," Elsie answered honestly. "Right now I have nowhere else to go. Flossie said that you might use me."
Dolly laughed now. The huge rolls of fat on her vibrated like Jello in an earthquake. When she got her laughter under control, she explained, "Hell, honey, I don't want to use you. I'm no Goddamn lesbian. It's the customers that'll want to use you."
Elsie could feel herself blushing. She was no prude where sex was concerned but hearing the use of her body discussed so blatantly could not help but embarrass her.
"You a good piece of ass?" Dolly asked, as though it was the most natural question in the world.
"I've never gotten any complaints I couldn't handle," Elsie snapped back at the big woman.
"Do you suck cock?" Dolly demanded.
"Doesn't everybody?" Elsie flung back at her.
Her answer amused Dolly and the three other girls in the parlor. Their laughter broke the tension.
"Welcome to our home." Dolly smiled. "I have a hunch you'll make out real good. Now take off those silly clothes and show me what I'm gonna have to sell. I can't promote a deal unless I'm familiar with the merchandise."
Elsie threw a sidelong glance at Flossie who nodded her head. Slowly, she removed her clothes and stood naked before the madam and the other girls.
"Yeah, looks like we got some real prime meat there," Dolly exclaimed, as her eyes examined her like she was a side of beef.
"Does that mean I'm in?" Elsie asked, hoping that Dolly would not realize that she had no alternative in mind.
"Yeah, honey, you're very much in," Dolly grinned at her, exposing a mouthful of nicotine-stained teeth. "Until you grow some hair, we're gonna have to get you a wig. We've got one around here somewhere. It's red but it'll do. Red hair and a blonde cunt might be a welcome novelty to some of our regulars."
"Thank you," Elsie mumbled.
"Here's your whore book," Dolly explained, forcing a small daily diary that businessmen use to keep track of their appointments into her hand. "Our system is simple. You get free room and board. You ain't supposed to do no free-lancing outside of the house. That's how this stupid cunt Flossie got herself into trouble. We're a one-price house. We get ten dollars a trick. I get five for expenses and you get five. Obviously, we can't keep running back and forth with five dollar bills. I keep my records, you keep yours. That's what the diary is for... to keep a record of your box score. Every Sunday we settle up. Okay."
"You make it all sound very simple." Elsie smiled at her fat benefactor.
"Flossie, you show Elsie to room 8 next door to you. Today is payday at the Navy Yard and this should be a busy night. Show her the ropes and have her ready to go by six."
It was a busy night indeed. Many of the regulars were anxious to dunk their dickies in the new girl. Elsie maintained her box score carefully. By the end of the night she had serviced thirteen clients; eight white and five black not that it mattered; a stiff prick was a stiff prick whatever the color of its skin. She had made eighty dollars... more than she would make in a week at Sears. Perhaps being a whore wasn't so bad after all. Besides, there had been one young customer with a lovely prick. Elsie hadn't told Dolly, nor put it on her score card, but she had sucked that beautiful cock for him twice after he had crammed it into her creamy cunt. For a while during the evening, she had been so busy that she hadn't had time to douche between customers. Some of the poor bastards had had to take a wet deck fucking.
As busy as she was with the passing parade of stiff cocks, Elsie still had trouble sleeping and then had constant nightmares about the night of her ordeal on the waterfront. Dolly had a regular house doctor that came in and examined each of her girls every Monday. Elsie mentioned her problems to him. He gave her a prescription for a bottle of big reds... Seconal sleeping pills. They helped for a while, then she seemed to build up an immunity to them. When one wouldn't work, she tried two and then three. As the months turned into a year and more, she discovered that they worked better when washed down with bourbon instead of water.
The combination of the pills and booze began to take their toll and by the end of her second year of tenancy at Madam Dolly's she had lost weight. Her big tits drooped like hound's ears and her once firm ass became flabby. Her skin lost its youthful glow and she was frightened by what she saw in the mirror each morning as she brushed her teeth.
Along with the bodily disintegration, her box score fell off badly. She was thirty-three now, but looked fifty-three. The only way she got customers was to give fancy blow jobs. Even that began to fall off as newer and younger girls came into the house.
One Saturday night she had only one customer. He was a big black boy who wanted a white girl to suck his cock and asshole. He apparently hadn't bathed in a week and Elsie almost gagged at his body odor as she went down on the huge black dong. When she approached his asshole with her tongue, she was sure that he had never learned to use toilet paper. It was all she could do to keep from retching.
After he left and no other customers requested her services, she took a bottle of bourbon to her room and got quite smashed. About two in the morning, Dolly knocked politely and came in to see her. Elsie had feared her visit.
"Look, Elsie, you're a good girl and I love you like a daughter, but I got a business to run. I just got so many rooms and I gotta have merchandise that moves, you know what I mean?"
Elsie nodded drunkenly. She knew only too well what Dolly meant. She was over the hill... all fucked out... all washed up, even as a whore. How far down the drainpipe could they flush her in life?
Dolly was as kind about it as she could be, but the sum and substance of the meeting was that she wanted Elsie out by the following Friday.
Once the big woman had waddled from the room, Elsie checked the bourbon bottle. It was still almost a third full. Then she checked the bottle of Seconals. It was over half full. When she removed the big red pills from the bathroom cabinet, she stared dumbly at the reflection in the mirrored door. "S'long, Elsie. I'll miss you," she mumbled and then staggered back to her combination bed and work table. She washed down the contents of the pill bottle with the contents of the booze bottle.
Dolly showed a lot of class. She called in a priest and then saw to it that Elsie had a real good funeral in a real nice casket. It was the first suicide she had ever encountered among her girls and she felt pangs of conscience. For days, crocodile tears rolled down over the fat cheeks and dripped onto her bulbous breasts.
On the night of the day that Elsie was buried, under a headstone engraved "Elsie Borden," Dolly and her girls sat disconsolately around the parlor. There weren't many customers and they had a real wake for their late friend. Nobody seemed to know what to say. At last Dolly broke the silence. Between her tears and sobs, she said, "Goddammit, we're going to miss Elsie around here. She was the best cocksucker we ever had in this house."
In a corner of the parlor, Flossie cried in her drink and muttered, "That's the trouble with this fucking business... you have to die before they say something nice about you."
