Sal was a good-looking young man who had found a way to earn his living with a minimum of hard work. An older woman had taught him just how attractive he was and it had not taken the bright lad long to learn how to capitalize on his charm and good looks.
His favorite customer was a luscious blonde named Sharon, a passionate girl who loved him deeply and would have liked nothing better than to turn Sal from his profession. Sal listened carefully to her requests, but remained unable to make up his mind, to choose between Sharon and the call of his profession.
Sharon asked Sal how he had become a male prostitute and he was willing to oblige the gorgeous blonde by telling her his entire life story. Mrs. Lark had been his first customer, a young bored housewife who could barely keep her hands off the handsome young lad.
She had invited him into her house, on the pretext of helping her lift some old bookshelves. Within ten minutes of his entrance she had initiated him into the mysteries of sex, giving him a lesson he had never forgotten. Sal had stayed with her just long enough to learn the secrets of seduction and then had moved on to greener fields.
Sal had been forced to leave Sharon for awhile, trying to think out his problems in solitude. He met Nina, a masseuse who had brought him home and taken care of his body in a way he had never dreamed possible.
Nina opened up a new world to the innocent lad and introduced him to a number of people including a girl named Karen who was determined to succeed where Sharon had failed. With Nina's help, she managed to get him a straight job, in which the intelligent Sal was an immediate success.
Karen succeeded beyond her wildest dreams, although there were certain features of Sal's character that she was never able to expunge.
This erotic masterpiece is a sophisticated story of a young man caught in the toils of his own rampant sensuality. The reader will follow Sal through his adventures and tribulations with the sympathy due to a character of great significance. The book will hold the reader spellbound to the last exotic page.
CHAPTER ONE
The tall half-naked trees of Central Park bent woefully to the ground; their thick trunks quivered under the force of the strong autumn wind.
Sal watched longingly out of the bedroom window where he stood completely nude; beside him lying on the bed waiting for his loving caresses, was a woman of about fifty who he was now living with and had been for a few months.
He watched the golden leaves as they flew past the window and continued to plunge down on billowy cushions of air until they landed on the ground.
Whirlwinds of thought filled his head, as he stood there over her looking out the window into another world.
His world once, but not any longer.
He had traded this all so long ago for something greater, he thought to himself.
He recounted the benefits of his trade as he stood there gazing out the window.
This is what I wanted, he thought. I'm really in a good way. No responsibilities, Nothing very serious to worry about. And most of all no one to answer to but myself.
These and other such thoughts kept rushing through his mind as he stood there and told himself that his choice had been the right one.
He turned slightly, and looked down at the woman on the bed.
How patiently she waits for me, he thought to himself.
You would never know she was the one paying for her pleasures.
His eyes ran slowly up and down her long sleek body as she began to twitch and undulate from the attention she felt radiating from his long sweeping glances.
She returned his gazes, her eyes traveled from one end of his thick muscular body to the other.
She knew his body well.
She could feel the pleasures that his strong thick muscular frame had given her time and time again, each time her eyes fell on a part of his naked muscular hot flesh.
She really loved him, he could see that in the way she looked at him.
He could feel it in the way she touched and stroked his body in the heat of their passion and frenzy.
He hadn't bargained for this.
The feeling of being loved made him feel caged. He tried to pretend it was just his imagination but he could feel it in everything she did.
There was no doubt possible that he was mistaken.
The thought frightened him.
Never before had he ever been so aware of such a strong feeling of affection from anyone.
He found it hard to understand.
Sal had been a kept man for as long as he cared to remember.
He didn't really remember when it first started but he knew that he was and had been for some time.
As he stood there looking down at her on the bed, he recalled some of his very earliest encounters.
He thought it was such fun then.
No work or problems to it.
Just show your hard cock and everything took care of itself.
He thought this was fun, a game. He enjoyed the whole thing very much.
When he was around sixteen or seventeen, a woman who lived down the street from him lured him to her house one morning and paid him to let her suck his cock and to give her a good fucking with his huge young cock.
He stopped by her house nearly every morning after that, before he went to school.
He liked this experience.
It was his first sex act with a woman and his ego was inflated to the hilt.
He knew no feelings of demand or force. He came to fuck her every morning he felt like it and didn't come when he didn't want to.
Older girls started bribing him later.
They would lure him to their beds and let him fuck them and get him to eat their cunts, while they sucked and lapped at his huge hot throbbing tool.
He recalled some of the thrills and excitement of those scenes and he could feel his cock beginning to rise slowly between his legs as he stood there.
His thoughts continued to flow for a moment and were then distracted by the feeling of hot moist lips as they wrapped themselves softly around his stiffening throbbing cock.
He stood facing the bed for a moment looking down at his firm throbbing cock stretched out in front of him.
He flinched as Sharon's lips moved slowly back and forth over the huge tool.
Slowly he began to feel the sensation of her hot moist tongue as it slid up and down around his big cock.
His mind had turned completely away from his prior thoughts and was beginning to thrust forth new thoughts, thoughts of lust and pleasure.
His body stiffened from the sensation of her lips sliding passionately back and forth over the head of his huge, throbbing, hot cock.
The stiffness of his body became even more rigid, he could feel the tautness increasing, as her hot, slithery, roaming tongue slid over his hot quivering balls and down his hot muscular thighs.
He leaned forward over her on the bed.
Her tongue continued to slide lustfully over his huge hot organ.
He could feel the heat of hot frenzied passion rising from between her hot thrashing thighs.
The hot feminine odor of her slithery, quivering, contracting cunt rose wildly and circled his head and drove him insane with desire.
His mouth became very moist, and her body undulated wildly beneath him.
He swallowed roughly as he became caught up in his own lust and desires.
With wild lustful passion he thrust his head down deep and hard between her legs. He buried his lips and cheeks far into the crevices of her hot twitching cunt.
The motion of her head and tongue was faster now.
He wanted to yell and kick and at the same time thrust his head all the way up into her hot twitching cunt.
The pleasure her hot lips gave him as he lay there over her with his huge hot cock thrust deeply into her hot, moist, quivering mouth, shot through him in frantic flashes of shimmering hot light.
Sharon lapped and sucked his cock and balls as frantically and as wantonly and lustfully as her physical strength gave her the power.
She clung to him like a second skin, and thrust herself around his huge cock with wild lustful thrusts of the head.
There he was lying on top of her, his arms bent slightly and his hands were pressing hard on the soft fluffy bed.
He kissed and lapped and sucked at her cunt as though he were going wild from the lust of her passionate body transmitted to him.
She lay there beneath him, his hard hot cock thrust deeply into her hot quivering throat, clawing wildly at his young muscular back and spreading her long slender legs wide apart.
His hot moist tongue ran along her smooth hot thighs in short lashing strokes.
His eyes were closed and he was moaning as his lips slid back and forth against the hot trembling flesh of her quivering twitching cunt.
The thoughts traveling through his head were driving him to wilder and wilder passions.
The lust and frenzy overpowered him at this point, and he thrust his hot moist tongue all the way to the sensitive clit deep inside the slithery quivering walls of her hot throbbing cunt.
He could feel her stiffen, her entire body twitched and jerked from the fleeting sensation of his passionate teasing.
Slowly his lust and passions increased.
He turned his desires and feelings to the passion and pleasure of her entire body.
Sexually she excited him very much. He found wild pleasures and thrills with her entire body.
He raised himself and slowly turned around, so that his body was facing her.
He took her head into his hands and pressed his moist hot open mouth firmly but gently down against her thin trembling lips.
His hot tongue shot forth and slid between her slithery quivering lips.
It roamed and slid against the inner walls of her hot heavily moist cheeks, and teased the sensitive throat muscles.
He moved his hot heavily moist bps back and forth across hers, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
The pleasure of his hot muscular flesh, pressing so firmly against her, made her moan and buck her body wildly with shivers of pleasure and excitement.
She could feel the entire weight of his body pressing down upon her.
Her trembling arms reached out and clasped him tightly around the shoulders and pulled him even closer to her.
Both their hearts were pounding madly in wild lustful rhythms of desire.
He rubbed his hands down her sides, feeling her rippling flesh quiver with the excitement and passion of his hot lustful touch.
His hands slid across her trembling hips and he let them linger there on each of those tender mounds of flesh while he squeezed those tender smooth muscles with his lustful hot roaming hands.
Slowly his hands slid further down, along her thighs and down her lower thighs all the way to her knees.
He rubbed and slid his hands across every ripple in her smooth skin.
Her entire body trembled as his hot, rough, frantic hands roamed over her soft yielding body.
She moaned softly and clutched tightly to him, her arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders.
She bucked her hips and pulled his head down onto her firm pointed tits.
"Kiss them, lick them, love them-baby make them burn with passion," she screamed to him as she pressed his hot burning lips more firmly against her hot throbbing firm quivering tits.
Sal opened his hot mouth and pressed his lips down onto her firm mounds of flesh.
He took the nipples into his mouth and sucked them like a hungry babe sucks the tit of its mother.
She grunted and made little squeaking sounds as his hot lips continued to press down passionately upon her throbbing quivering tits.
His big cock was getting harder and was throbbing faster and faster as it pressed against his hot thigh.
He pumped his body up and down and felt his hot throbbing sensitive head of his hot cock grow more hot as it rubbed against their two thighs.
Slowly with great ecstasy he teased her cunt by letting his hot moist hairy cock slide slowly down deeper and deeper into her waiting anxious hairy jaws of her tight hot twitching cunt.
Her whole body shook and quivered and bounced on the bed as he pressed his fully erect throbbing tool deeper and deeper into her pleading cunt and then slowly pulled it out again.
Each time he thrust that big throbbing tool into her he thrust it deeper and deeper.
He squeezed the nipples of her tits harder and harder as he thrust his cock into her slithery cunt.
She tossed her head from side to side and dug her nails into his muscular back as it rippled and bounced from the steady rhythm of his hard pounding.
His heart was beating faster now and his body was quivering slightly from the building excitement.
The passion she felt along with the exciting pleasure, shot through her body and pressed out of her lips in high-pitched shrieks.
Her heart was beating wildly.
Sal could feel the pounding of her heart clearly as he lay on top of her and pounded his huge thrusting tool into her hot yielding slit.
He could feel the tension of her hot sensual body as she bucked and pounded her hips and belly against his hot rough muscular flesh.
She moaned and panted in rhythm with his cock as it slid in and out of her tight slithery cunt.
He moaned and bit down firmly into the nipple of her soft yielding tits and hunched his body more rigidly and thrust his cock further into the watering slit.
Her moans and sighs became louder and louder as he pumped and thrust that long hard tool further and further into her female cavity.
She was anxious to feel the pleasure of his cock as it slid against the inner walls of her hot moist cunt.
Her moans and sighs increased as he pounded faster and faster.
She nearly shook them both right off the bed as his big hard cock thrust its big head further and further into the slithery opening of her watering cunt.
She thrust her shaking body up to him again and again, and pulled his head down to her hot tight throbbing tits.
As she shoved his mouth down onto her hot yielding mounds of flesh, his hot heavily moist tongue shot out of his mouth and touched those sensitive nipples and teased them with the tantalizing slickness and roughness of his hot oral organ.
He lashed those pink pointed nipples wildly with his hot furiously waving tongue.
She yelped, screamed and grunted with pleasure and excitement as his hot tongue slid over the sensitive flesh.
His hot throbbing cock slid back and forth over the ripples of her cunt lips and against the inner walls of her hot quivering cunt.
The head of his throbbing cock throbbed and quivered as he thrust it to the innermost reaches of her watering twitching, slithery, throbbing cunt.
The hot burning sensation along his stiff cock made his motion a little jerky.
His legs and arms trembled a little as he kept up this pounding.
His hard throbbing cock went deep into her hot watering undulating flesh.
Her whole body was beginning to quiver and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.
He could see it as it ran slowly down the side of her face and across the lower part of her cheeks and finally slid off her face and onto the bed.
Her hot quivering thighs were steadily in time with his wild furious pounding.
Slowly he raised her legs to the ceiling as high and as far as they would go.
He raised his body slightly and then thrust his huge cock all the way into her slithery opening.
Wildly and with great passionate force he pressed himself into her again and again.
Her throbbing tight cunt quivered and twitched from the strong thrusts of pressure she felt from the force of his wildly pounding tool.
She received his thrusting with great lust, screaming and biting down on her own lips, as she dug her sharp nails deeply into his hard muscular back.
The wild passion of his thrusts continued to penetrate her flesh and gave her wild throbbing bursts of pleasure.
Their moans and sighs filled the room, and echoed inside his head.
She pulled his head down to where their lips were touching.
His hot quivering tongue touched the tips of her open trembling lips, and quivered wildly as they met and pressed firmly against each other.
He could feel the excitement flowing from her lips to his and through his whole body.
She thrust her hot tongue deeply into his oral cavity and slid it back and forth across the inner walls of his hot moist mouth.
Their saliva mixed and the passion of their touch increased to a fever pitch.
They were both sweating now, it ran off of them in heavy hot beads.
The sounds of heavy breathing and panting became louder and louder as the passion reached new highs of frenzy.
They rolled and tossed together on the bed in hot wild jerking pounding motions of sexual pleasure.
Her hot breath struck his face sending chills of pleasure through his hot sensitive body, making him shiver and thrash a little from side to side.
She spread her legs wider apart, and thrust her body up pushing her hot contracting cunt up to his cock, as far and as hard against the oncoming pleasure as she could.
He anxiously thrust his hot, round, throbbing tool all the way into her and held it there for some seconds, feeling the total heat of her hot cunt on all parts of his hard throbbing cock.
She pulled greedily at his hot muscular buttocks to force his cock hard and fast forward into her hot hairy opening.
Sal pounded harder and harder thrusting the head of his burning thrashing tool in and out of her quivering slit much faster now.
The friction at this faster motion thrilled her more and more.
She yelled and screamed with pleasure as the huge cock slid against her hot clit and touched her hot inner cunt walls.
Her body was shaking and quivering all over. She was ready to come.
Sal knew she was ready, he bit her ears on the tips and squeezed and pulled the sensitive nipples of her hot throbbing pink mounds of sensual yielding flesh.
Closer and closer she came to her climax, her body quivering and jerking wildly.
She moaned and tossed her long slender legs about the bed in a wild frenzy.
She tossed her head in frantic lustful passion.
Sal bit wildly on the firm tips of her hot quivering nipples.
Her hot hairy cunt began to quiver and contract more violently.
She screamed again and again, more violently each time.
She was now on the verge of coming any second.
Sal could feel the moisture of her hot thrusting cunt increase as her excitement grew stronger and stronger.
Suddenly and frantically, she took hold of both his shoulders and clasped her hands tightly around them.
She bucked her body way up, nearly bending herself double.
Sal bent his body too, to keep up with her wild frenzied motions.
She pressed firmly on his shoulders down, down, down, she pushed, raising the lower part of her body all the time until finally his cock slid out of her cunt.
She then pressed his hot moist head down between her legs and placed his hot moist lips over the opening of her cunt.
He replaced his hard round cock in that cavity with his hot slithery searching lashing tongue.
She pressed his head to her hot hairy opening with wild insistence and desire.
Sal slid his hot roaming tongue over the hairy lips of her twitching quivering juicy cunt, and then down, down, down, deep into the hot slick reaches of her quivering, hot, burning cunt.
She spread her legs as wide as they could go and thrust her cunt up as high and close to his mouth as she could thrust it.
His hot lashing tongue slid over the firm sensitive clit again and again, each time sending shivers of pleasure and excitement through both of them.
The bed was a plain of thrashing, pounding, shaking, vibrating bodies.
She cried out loudly with pleasure as his hard young muscles tightened and flexed and tightened again.
His hot burning, lashing, tongue ascended into the depths of her hot slithery pit of passion.
His body was weaker and weaker, he knew that he too was ready to come.
His cock was throbbing constantly and his whole body seemed to be throbbing too.
He looked down at Sharon softly as he pumped so furiously away at her hot throbbing cunt.
He caught a glimpse of the passion and fury in her eyes and pounded harder into her hot yielding flesh.
Her eyes were closed now and her face bore the expression of total bliss as she bucked and grunted and moaned out of pleasure and lust.
She was coming now, her hot love liquid flowed from her in great gushes of appeased accomplished pleasure.
Her hot burning come covered his hard throbbing cock and overflowed onto her thighs and dropped its burning passion finally onto the sheets of the bed.
The room resounded with bursts of screams and moans and sighs of pleasure and sensual passion.
Sal was coming too, his big round cock was thrusting his hot throbbing head deeper and deeper into her come-filled cunt, with ever greater fury and passion.
He felt his hot pounding tool jerking and pulsating rapidly as his hot burning come shot forth and mixed with the juices and heat of her violently quivering female organ.
Great shivers of pleasure and passion rushed through him and pounded wildly at his entire body as the spasms of pleasure and ecstasy rose to their maddening heights inside his trembling frenzied body.
He moaned and panted and grunted as the tremblings subsided and his body began to relax and grow less sensitive.
Sal lay on top of her for a long time as the final contractions of his body and the vibrations of his body sunk quietly away.
After the feelings of thrill and excitement had left them and their bodies were relaxed and calm again, Sal slowly slid himself off her and lay beside her on the bed.
He had come and most of all he had given her the feeling of utter and complete satisfaction for the present moment.
He wondered how long it would be before the craving and demand for his maleness would again bring him to that hot moist sensual place between her long slender legs.
His hairy muscular chest pounded up and down and his semi-hard cock now lay on top of his balls slightly bent to the right, and slowly shrinking in size.
His job was done now, there was nothing else to be done about it at the moment.
She was satisfied and was lying there beside him in total silence.
Not even the sound of her breathing was audible to him.
He glanced quickly in her direction and surveyed the situation.
She lay on her back, her eyes were staring at the ceiling.
The rising and falling of her chest were slightly visible to him.
Her hand was still clutching his arm as he tried to move away from her.
She seemed to tighten her grip bidding him to remain there with her.
He stopped his motion abruptly, and turned to her looking directly into her face, waiting for her to say something.
She remained silent, still clutching him more tightly now and still staring at the ceiling.
Her face took on a gray hue, and her eyes dimmed and grew smaller in size.
As she started talking to him her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, and there was a trembling in her voice.
He eased slightly away from her a little as she began to speak.
There was the sound of warm tenderness in her voice and at the same time it was cold and disarming.
Sal raised up from the bed as she spoke and leaned forward, resting his hands between his legs as he had always done even as a child.
Her words came as no surprise to him.
But though he was waiting for them there was still a slight pang of regret in hearing them.
"I don't want to tie you down, Sal," she said. "You must live and enjoy your life however you choose to do so.
"I know that you don't really love me or any one else for that matter.
"I really wish I could be the one you love, oh with all my heart I wish I could be.
"If you could only give me a chance," she continued, "I could really do a lot for you, my sweet precious one. There's nothing that you could ask that I would ever refuse you, you know that.
"What is it you want so badly that all this means nothing to you?"
He sat there for a moment unable to speak. Unable to put into words, any meaningful words the thoughts that were going through his mind now.
He turned his head away from the bed for a moment and gazed into the distance. With bewilderment in his glance he turned back to the bed and looked down at the sheet and tried to speak.
"I don't know how you can expect so much of me, over and above what we really bargained for. I didn't ever promise to love you, nor did I promise to stay with you forever. When I get ready to leave I'm sorry I will just have to say goodbye.
"You know this, I'm sure this isn't the first time this has happened with you. I think it's really what you expected from the beginning and I can't be responsible for your sudden pangs of affection now.
"I have never tied myself down to one woman and have no intention of starting such a thing at this juncture in my life.
"You have been kind and sweet and even nice to me, but that's not all of it. I too gave something of myself to you during all of this.
"I think this is really what you're thinking about when you start these pleading scenes with me.
"You don't want me," he said. "You have everything you could ever want already. And as far as sex goes there are a hundred, a thousand men or more who could fill you with pleasure and excitement as I do and make you feel as good sexually.
"I just happen to be the one you chose because I was there when you needed me and you took me for what I was worth to you then.
"Baby we made a bargain you and I, don't ask for more than we agreed on in our bargain before you developed these feelings, it won't work."
He sat there for some time expecting to hear her counter all of his statements as she usually did, but nothing came from her lips.
She lay silently and motionlessly on the bed beside him. Still looking gray and sad.
"Oh come on," he said, "don't pull this hurt routine with me. You should have expected to get hurt a little somewhere along the line, it happens all the time.
"Your money can't buy my soul, only my presence and hard cock for a certain period of time. Nothing lasts forever you know.
"I've gone to your dreary get-togethers and danced with all your friends and have had to smile at them when I wanted to laugh out loud right in their faces. I think I've given you an equal amount of myself too.
"I don't know if that in any way will help to end your suffering but I hope you can find some consolation in these things.
"I hope you don't take any of this too hard," he said as he caught himself and could see that she was becoming more and more sad-looking.
"I hope you don't really take any of this too hard.
"Look at me," he said, "you're making it more difficult for me every day and I haven't yet said I was leaving.
"I could, you know. I don't always have the best time of it around here."
With this statement the conversation ceased all together.
The two of them sat on each side of the bed preparing to make a motion to move off the bed but they both remained waiting for the other one to move first.
These situations always seemed a little more than Sal ever cared to put up with and always succeeded in putting him in a bad mood for several hours after that.
He knew his position with her and knew that she was aware of his feelings very clearly right from the beginning.
She was to pick up the tab as long as she was taken care of by him sexually, and that was the only bargain there ever could be.
The rest of this he felt was the cropping up of other problems that he felt were her own personal hang-ups and he didn't want to deal with at all.
He now felt that it was time for him to get up and leave the room and he wanted to make the exit with as little problem as possible.
Suddenly he braced himself, got up off the bed and headed for the door.
"I'm going out for a while, Sharon," he said. "Don't wait up for me. I'm apt to be late getting in.
"And don't wake me too early in the morning. I'm not getting enough rest lately.
"And it seems that you are an all-demanding woman lately," he concluded.
He smiled slyly as he left the room, leaving her still sitting on the side of the bed alone.
She sat there for a long time letting the feelings of her emotions calm down.
She thought to herself as she sat there, of the two of them.
She had planned so much in this conversation and now it was over, and there she sat, feeling the desire to say so much more.
How could she tell him what she really felt for him? What real difference would it really make to him one way or the other?
You're being a fool, she thought, as she heard the shower go on, and the sound of his voice singing in the hollowness of the bathroom.
She got up off the bed and put on her robe and went to the bar and fixed herself a drink. She walked back to the bedroom, her gown flying to either side of her slender well-shaped frame as she glided across the heavily carpeted floors.
Sal was out of the shower and back in the bedroom when she returned.
He said nothing to her but continued to dress as hurriedly and as neatly as he could without losing much time in doing so.
Sharon sat back on the bed sideways, looking in his direction and watched him as he dressed himself.
She watched him as he finished drying off with the towel and saw him lie it in the chair beside the door, and then stand in front of the closet door nude.
She surveyed his young muscular body. Her eyes traveled from his head to his toes.
She thought of the feeling of that thrill and pleasure of the hard firm muscular frame as it pressed down upon her in her bed.
She watched him flexing those thick firm legs that slid and quivered between hers, as he pounded his stiff pleasurable body back and forth between her outspread thighs.
How natural he looks, she thought, as she continued to gaze at him as he prepared to get dressed and leave.
She shivered a bit as her eyes fell down his body and halted at his crotch.
She looked at his big cock dangling there between his legs swinging back and forth as he moved about.
She swallowed passionately as she thought of how well she knew the feeling of that cock and of how much she longed to possess it so that no one else could ever share any of the pleasure of it with her.
She thought quickly of that cock and of the pleasures it had given her.
She began to shake in anticipation and from the pleasures of her past experiences with it as she recalled them.
They said nothing to each other now, all conversation was meaningless at this point.
Sal chose the clothes he was going to wear with great care. He always wanted to look very casual and tonight was no exception.
He usually dressed like a playboy when he went out with Sharon because she liked him to dress that way.
Tonight had to be a very special night. Not for any special reason, he didn't even know where he was going he just wanted to get out of there for a while.
How soon it could be before he came back would depend on what happened to him when he finally got out on the streets.
Tonight had to be a free night not like any other night he had ever experienced.
He wasn't planning to pimp his big cock tonight, if he found a woman that night it would be because he really wanted her not because she found him and picked him up.
Right about now he was sick and tired of the word "women" let alone any special one.
No, tonight he wanted to be the lone wolf and do what he wanted to do with no one to tug at his sleeve or look disappointingly at him and drop their eyes because of some small displeasure.
He glanced at Sharon quickly out of the corner of his eyes.
He saw her sitting on the side of the bed watching him.
A bolt of lightning-like charges shot through him as he reached back into the closet.
"Why in the hell doesn't she leave me alone?" he asked himself.
His anger was rising all the while he put on his trousers and slipped his socks and shoes on after them.
He thought of how nice everything was the first year they were together, of all the promises she made, and never kept.
All the dreams she helped him make and then stood by and watched them crumble to the ground for the lack of one type of help or another from her.
It had always appeared to him that she did this so that she wouldn't lose control of him by letting him gain his own independence.
Sal really realized that this might not be the case all the time, but he couldn't help feel that this was the way it was most of the time.
The sprawling pale-blue bedroom seemed to him a horror chamber at this point where he was being tried for being himself.
There he was standing in front of Sharon, his judge and jury, waiting for her to pass sentence upon him.
He smiled softly to himself not turning around so that Sharon could see his smile.
Something amused him, the only thing in this entire situation that amused him if anything did was something that Sharon didn't know and would probably never know.
He couldn't tell her; it would be too cruel to let her find out.
The fact was, he didn't care about any of it, and by not caring, he wasn't too terribly affected by the whole thing right now.
He tried to convince himself more strongly of this as he stood there in front of her, preparing to defy her in a way.
The main fact in the thing was that he really did care. Not in a great lovemaking way, but because she was human and he could feel that he was really hurting her.
He didn't really know if he was hurting her very much but he knew she felt enough to be hurt.
He wasn't sure she didn't deserve to be hurt a bit but he knew he couldn't really keep on hurting her for a long time. It wasn't in his way of living. It took too much out of him to be mean for too long.
As she sat there on the bed looking at him so alone and longingly, he felt the urge to stop the whole thing and stay there with her.
Seven times he started to leave the pale blue room, without saying anything to her or making anything out of the way she was acting toward him.
Finally he turned back to the closet, finished his dressing and walked out of the room.
Sharon looked longingly after him but still said nothing.
He walked over to the bar and fixed himself a tall gin and tonic and sat down on the couch.
CHAPTER TWO
Thoughts from his past kept going through his mind as he sat there on the couch and sipped slowly from his drink.
He leaned way back on the couch resting his spinning head on the rough leather back.
This was his couch he thought as his head pressed against the firmness of the thick leather that covered the very masculine couch.
The room was in semi darkness as he sat there on the couch and let his mind ramble ack ... back ... through the years ... months ... and even the days that brought him to this day and this particular situation.
He remembered the first time he met Sharon, where it was and the situation surrounding their meeting.
He thought about this for a moment and then his mind went finally further back, back to another time another place and other people.
He found himself thinking of his early high school days, and how easy it was to feel really free and have all the fun he wanted to without having the feeling that someone was going to ask you to pay for what you had just because you had it.
He remembered Mrs. Lark, a lady he used to know. Every morning he could recall seeing her standing out in front of her house dressed in her sheer bath robe looking at him as he passed by her house on his way to school.
Every day she did this. There was never a day that she wasn't there as he walked by.
Soon she started waving to him as he passed her gate.
And finally, one morning, she called to him to come and help her lift something for her.
She took him in the house and closed the door. Her robe was hanging very loosely from her shoulders and she wasn't holding the front of it together at all.
She took him to her bedroom and closed that door too.
At first he was a little frightened. He didn't know what about.
She seemed like a very nice lady and had always said nice things to him. And he didn't really have any fear of her, but all the same he felt a little frightened.
He laid his books down on her dresser and turned and looked to see what she wanted to have moved.
As he turned and looked at her he saw that she had taken off her robe and had let it drop to the floor and was standing there in front of him completely nude.
Her naked body didn't excite him at first as he had never seen a real naked woman before.
He had seen snap shots of partially naked women in some of those nude magazines he found in some of the newsstands, where he would sometimes stand and steal a gaze from time to time, but none of that could compare to what he saw right then.
Mrs. Lark must have been in her very early twenties he thought as he remembered how young she was.
She was only a few years older than him.
He was seventeen and had a huge cock on him already.
She began to rub her fingers in and out of her cunt and up and down her belly-from her tits to her navel as she stood there in front of him and rocked herself back and forth and quivered a little from the sensation of her own fingers as they moved softly across her own naked flesh.
"Take your clothes off," she said to him finally, "and lay on the bed."
Sal looked at her for a minute and then began to remove his clothes a bit childishly at first but soon he felt no fear and removed the rest of them.
He was beginning to become excited now. Thoughts of being with a real woman for the first time were racing through his mind.
His big cock was beginning to throb and bounce as he walked closer and closer to her and the bed.
He laid down on the bed and his huge cock stuck straight up like a long pole at his crotch.
He watched as Mrs. L took the tool into her mouth and closed her hot moist lips around it and started moving her head up and down around it.
He felt the head of it throbbing and growing harder as her tongue slid across it.
She ran her lips up and down and all around it as he laid there on the bed and shook violently with the pleasure of it and thrust it up to her a little at a time.
She finally pulled herself up onto the bed and slid her hot anxious slithery cunt down over the head of his hot throbbing cock and sat up so that she could move her body around on top of him.
This was the wildest feeling he had ever felt.
Sal had never fucked a girl or a woman before; he had always been anxious to try it but the time was never right for him. He was always left to jack off and come in his hand instead of in a nice hot cunt the way he had heard his older friends talk about it.
Now he was and it was every bit as wild and exciting as they had told him it was.
Mrs. L was quite horny and hot as she had been without sex for nearly four months, as her husband was in the service and wouldn't be out for another three or four months.
She wiggled and grinded and pumped his bucking, throbbing, rock hard cock deeper and deeper into her hot quivering contracting cunt.
He lay there on the bed beneath her jumping and twisting into every possible position he could find to feel the full pleasure and thrill of her hot burning cunt as it closed itself again and again around his hard, throbbing, expanding love tool.
The thrills and the excitement of her every motion increased and increased with every stroke of her hot slithery quivering cunt lips.
On and on she thrust in frenzies of wild lustful passion. She took his hands and pressed them tightly to her tits and shivered with pleasure from the touch of his hands upon her flesh.
The passion she created in him clutched him in a mad frenzy.
He took hold of the nipples of her firm yielding tits and began to squeeze.
This made her wild with passion and frenzy.
She jerked her body from side to side from the hot passionate thrill of feeling his hard muscular fingers clamped tightly around the nipples of her hot throbbing firm pink tits.
Suddenly she felt him contracting and getting ready to come.
She pulled herself up off of him pulling his big hot cock out of her cunt and started sucking it again, more rapidly and more furiously than before.
At the same time she was shoveling her fingers deep into her own hot throbbing slit to ease the throbbing.
Suddenly he came, the hot burning come juice shot forth into her mouth and down her anxious burning throat.
He moaned and sighed and squeezed the tips of her big firm tits as his hot love juice shot forth from his huge tool.
She came too. Her moans and grunts filled the room and added to the excitement he felt.
Suddenly it was all over and there he lay on her bed, his cock still semi hard and laying against his naked belly pointing up to his navel.
He laid there on the bed for a few minutes as she left the room and went into the bathroom for something.
Soon she returned and laid down beside him.
She rubbed and petted and licked him all over.
Sal was full of ecstasy from the minute he got into her bed until he left late that afternoon.
He left her late that afternoon about two-thirty. He didn't get to school at all that day, but he had a great time.
He visited Mrs. L many times after that, always having a great time and feeling the greatest thrills of deep passion and ecstasy.
Each week on Friday or Thursday she would give him a present of ten or fifteen dollars to keep him coming back.
He smiled to himself as these thoughts flashed through his mind.
Each time he thought of something in his past he felt a little like going back to that time in his life and trying to re-live that particular part over again.
He sipped again from his glass and leaned his head back once more.
This time he thought of his early days in college, and of all the fun and excitement he had then.
He recalled to mind his second semester in college. He was an unusually bright student but didn't have enough money to do all the things he wanted to so he tried to work and study at the same time, which called attention to his grades.
The more he worked the lower his grades became, finally after what seemed like forever he managed to get through the year with a passing grade.
He met a person that year who helped him greatly through the latter part of that year and the next two years too.
She was a girl close to his own age, just a year or two older than he was.
She took care of him and gave him money so that he wouldn't have to work those last two years at all.
Since he had long been without the help of his own family because of a basic disagreement with his father, there was really nothing much else left for him to do.
Joice wasn't an attractive girl, in fact she was quite plain.
She was very nice and extremely generous to him, though that's what made him the most fond of her.
She didn't require much of him in any way. She seemed to be happy just to have him around under foot.
There never seemed to be a problem of any kind between the two of them.
He spent much of his time at school and studying and she busied herself with her own things for the most part, outside of a few minutes spent with him in the morning at breakfast and in the evenings.
She never saw that much of him usually.
Although she wasn't a very attractive girl facially she was quite exciting in bed, Sal thought as he recalled the first time they got together.
It was during the first week after they met. He hadn't seen or touched a girl for at least three weeks and was extremely horny.
She had invited him over to her house for dinner and to talk to him for a while.
He doesn't quite remember how it all started but somewhere in the course of the evening they found themselves lying on the bed thrashing madly about with their clothes on.
The next thing they knew, they were both nude and he was lying on top of her pounding wildly into her tight hot cunt with his hard throbbing cock.
The feelings of ecstasy and sheer pleasure still tingle in his memory from time to time.
They must have fucked and sucked and rolled around together for a long time for the next thing he could recall was seeing the shafts of morning sunlight as they came in through the cracks of the pulled drapes.
He moved in with her the next weekend and spent the next two years there.
After he finished school she seemed to go her way and he went his, not feeling too much about the whole thing, except to have a beautiful memory and a lot of nice feelings about her.
He often thought of her after that but only in recalling some nice things she had done for him from time to time.
And sometimes when he was lying on his bed lonely and horny he would think of her and wonder what she was doing or how she was.
These thoughts were soon replaced with some other thoughts of more urgent natures though.
But through all of that there was still the thought of her with a very warm glow to it, that came over him when he let himself sit back and recall the fun they had.
Suddenly as he sat there on the long low couch with these thoughts running through his mind his whole expression seemed to change.
His eyes grew more tightly slitted and a feeling of coldness and despair came over him.
He drank the rest of his drink and fixed himself another.
He sat back down on the couch uneasily. He was beginning to feel nervous and insecure.
The rest of his past started flashing across his mind with all their wild patterns of insecurity and despair.
He thought of Angela, Myrna and the many other women, all of whom he had used in the same way he was using Sharon.
He also remembered the times spent in utter despair and wondering after something went wrong with one of these associations.
He remembered the nights he had to spend walking the streets 'cause there was no place else to go.
And the times he spent the night or weeks and even months living with friends of his after a break up.
It seemed to him that he was always the one that was left with nothing no matter what the situation had been before.
It seemed to him somehow that he had always been in such a situation in one way or another, from the time that he was a small boy until now.
There would always seem to be something that he didn't bargain for that he would be expected to go along with or agree to just because of the situation he was in.
He wondered to himself if this wasn't actually all his fault in some way.
Not that he had deliberately tried to get something from anyone for nothing.
He had always thought that one must work for what one gets, and the bigger the thing you want the harder you must work to get it.
All this didn't seem to agree in some way with what actually happened.
For as long as he could remember he had worked hard for what he wanted and had never quite achieved the kind of reward for his labors that he had expected.
In his mind and to his way of thinking, there was never any doubt as to what he wanted, what he had always wanted and what he would probably always want.
He thought at times that his hopes and desires were beginning to form into real things, but it seems that there was always one factor that stopped everything cold as far as he was concerned.
For quite a few years he thought there was something in waiting for things to come his way, the passive method of getting places.
After many disappointments he realized it wasn't.
With this, his thoughts came back to Sharon and her present hold over him.
The memory of their meeting kept glimmering faintly in the back of his mind.
He was beginning to feel a little high from the strong drinks he was mixing and his mind was reacting to it.
As he continued to sit there the pattern of how he came to know her all came back to him quite clearly and vividly.
It happened at a party he had been invited to by a friend of his.
They had arrived a bit later than the other guests and the party was well under way when they stepped through the door.
The two of them managed to find the rest of their friends after a few moments of looking around the room.
They were mostly standing around the bar talking and carrying on with the other members of the party.
They walked over and joined them as soon as they found them and grabbed a drink too.
He could recall they didn't really notice much at first.
They were high when they got there and nothing made much sense to them for a while.
They talked and laughed at everything and were the excitement of the otherwise dull party for the moment.
Slowly, as his mind began to catch up with his body, Sal began to notice people.
He began to look around the room in sly and cautious glances, as if he felt someone watching him while he was playing with himself in a public toilet.
He continued to talk and joke with his friends as they stood there at the bar, but the feeling of being watched was still there in the back of his mind someplace.
He felt certain that there was someone in the room who was staring at him but he couldn't catch them.
Every time he turned his head in the direction that the feeling came from it was no longer there.
But as soon as he turned his head and continued to talk there it was again.
Finally after several attempts to see exactly who was looking at him, and after failing to catch anyone, he decided it was just a trip he was on and tried to ignore it all together.
Suddenly he turned his head in the direction of the feeling, and saw a face dart away from him and look out into the crowd.
He turned his head around slowly and watched slyly out of the corner of his eyes.
He finally caught the person staring at him again. A rather charming extremely fashionable looking woman.
She was dressed very nicely and showed the attributes of wealth as her slender frame stood so statuesque in that particular corner of the room.
When Sal was satisfied that she was the one that had been staring at him, he turned his attention from his friends for a moment and concentrated his looks and actions on the woman and her reaction to them.
The woman he was watching so intensely, was Sharon but he didn't know that then.
He glanced around the room from time to time and gazed and flirted with other women at the party, just to see how much it affected her.
At first she pretended not to notice what he was doing.
Eventually she began to fidget a bit. She primped and became a bit of a fluster, as she continued to stand in his view.
His drinks were beginning to get mixed up with the other stuff he had had before he got there and he was beginning to feel quite good.
His friends turned to him again and introduced him to the girl he was talking to.
The three of them went over to a corner of the room and sat down together.
The thought of his brief flirtation with the woman had slipped his mind for the moment.
He and his friends were laughing and joking gleefully, and seemed to be having a ball with each other.
Meanwhile, Sharon, who had been watching him for sometime, was maneuvering herself into his line of vision again.
She was now glancing in his direction with more determination than before.
Her eyes were slightly lowered and her expression had taken on a lustful gleam.
Sal wasn't quite aware of being watched this time, as he was clowning around and joking with his friends.
Their little group grew larger and larger though, as the party went on.
Theirs was the youngest group at the party and the most lively too.
Everyone around them was laughing and joking with each other.
Soon the entire party took on the attitude of this group of merrymakers, and nearly everyone was in a happy cheerful mood.
Even the older and more reserved couples seemed to join in this atmosphere of fun and frolic.
Eventually, Sal noticed that the same woman was looking at him again.
She was smiling casually this time and didn't turn herself away, when he looked back in her direction.
Instead she smiled harder and nodded her head in his direction.
Sal wondered what this meant. Was there some indication that she was sexually attracted to him? He wondered if there would be any chance of balling her. Sal found her to be attractive and the thought of getting his prick into her cunt made his dong pulse with excitement.
He knew that the only thing to do was to return the interest.
Sal, nodded his head in return, and smiled at her.
He tipped his head slightly to the side and eyed her as she continued to look lustfully at him every now and then.
It was apparent to him that the woman wasn't just an ordinary party pick-up, but he was sure she had a definite interest in him.
She seemed to use her sophistication to let him know that she had a definite lustful interest in him.
He was ready for this because he was in need of a financial backer and besides that she was very good-looking.
By this time it seemed quite obvious to him that she wanted to meet and talk to him.
She had paid little or no attention to several other guys who had come up to her and tried to make conversation.
She would usually turn them down politely and go on looking in his direction, as lustfully as before.
Finally after what seemed like hours, as she told him of it later, the two of them managed to get together finally.
They both sat down on the couch and started up a conversation.
Their first few minutes of communication were a bit slow and sluggish and consisted of a lot of silent indications of what they really wanted to say.
They were sitting beside two other people who were engaged in a rather windy conversation. Both of them were brought into it.
They really did end up talking to each other that night as the other two people got up finally and joined another conversation.
The two of them talked to each other for some time there on the couch.
She always seems to say the right thing at the right time, thought Sal, as then-conversation seemed to grow and become more interesting.
Sal, looked at her with admiration and respect as she told him of all the things he could do and what he might get if he would but give her that part of him that he could so easily give with nothing else expected of him.
She impressed him with the idea that she needed him so very desperately and would do most anything within reason to have what she wanted from him.
This conversation stretched deep into the early hours of the morning.
The rest of the guests were all leaving when they finally stopped talking and got ready to leave too.
Sharon had already asked him to come to her place after the party was over, and he had said O.K.
He left her for a moment and said goodnight to his friends as she did the same.
When he finished he stood near the door, and waited for Sharon to finish and meet him there.
Soon they were sipping coffee and cognac in her apartment.
The two of them continued to sit and talk as they had done at the party and in the car on the way home.
Slowly Sharon, got back around to the subject of her present and basic need and took Sal off into her bedroom and watched him undress before her as she laid on the bed nude waiting for him to join her.
He walked over to her slowly and hardly showed much sign of being interested as he looked at her lying there on the bed in front of him.
As he reached the edge of the bed on the side where she was laying, she reached out and grabbed his cock that was very large and only semi hard.
She wrapped her slender hot fingers around it and pulled it up to her mouth and closed her moist lips around it.
He could feel the heat of her tongue as it slid back and forth over the head of it.
He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, from the hot tantalizing way she slid her heavily moist lips up and down around his huge tool.
He reached down with one of his hands and placed it on her back.
The warm sensation he felt as he touched her traveled from his finger tips all the way up his arms and through his entire body.
He moaned a little both from the pleasure he felt from her hot lips as they slid along his cock, and from the sensations he felt as his fingers touched her warm smooth skin.
Suddenly he pulled his hot throbbing cock out of her mouth and threw himself down on top of her on the bed and started shoving his huge cock into her anxious quivering throbbing cunt.
She screamed with pleasure as she threw her legs up in the air as high as she could throw them.
She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly as she bucked her body wildly beneath him.
This passionate motion she made, made Sal frantic with excitement.
He pounded away harder and harder into her hot contracting cunt.
His heart was pounding wildly, and he was moaning and panting wildly as his huge cock slid in and out of her hot throbbing cunt.
The thrust and drive of his big tool made her moan and sigh louder and louder with each giant thrust.
She moaned and grunted in soft sighs as he slowed down the tempo as not to make her come too soon.
His big masculine fingers took hold of her soft smooth yielding tits and squeezed them softly and gently as he continued now to slowly pump up and down between her hot flailing legs.
She moaned softly and tossed her head from side to side as she bucked her body rapidly up and down beneath his thick muscular body.
The rising of the heat from her hot tight thighs ran up his moist belly and sent chills of pleasure to his head.
It circled around inside his head and blinked hot and cold in his mind, giving him a strange wild feeling of pleasure and excitement.
His thick hairy body began to sweat.
He could feel the hot salty beads of sweat running down his belly to his navel and on down to his crotch.
This sensation made him shiver and quake with pleasure.
She slid her hot smooth body from side to side to feel the sensation of their hot flesh as it slid back and forth against each other.
The thrill of the sensation rubbing against both of them made them moan and sigh louder.
Their moans and sighs eventually filled the room and echoed all through the room.
Their hot sweaty breathing echoed to the ceiling and then back down to the bed.
Both of them shook passionately and shivered wildly as their two bodies slid and bounced against each other.
Sal felt his hard cock throbbing wildly as he plunged it deeper and deeper into her cunt in that same slow pumping as he had been doing for some few minutes.
Sharon ran her thin fingers up and down his back and dug her nails visciously into his hard muscular back.
He grunted and moaned from the pleasure and pain of the sensation he felt as her fingers dug deep into his hot sweaty flesh.
The sensation of her clawing and scratching drove him into a wild frenzy and his cock pounded harder and harder into her hot throbbing cunt.
With every thrust of his giant tool, she bucked her body up to him more frantically than before.
Her body was one entire shaking, quivering, throbbing, mass of motion as they both reached their wild frantic climax together.
Screams ... grunts ... yells of passion and loud strong moans and sighs of pleasure filled the entire room as their hot burning come shot forth from their two hot throbbing sex organs.
As their grunts and moans subsided, they laid beside each other on the bed and panted and moaned with pleasure and let the thrills of their climax slowly flow from their bodies into their burning memories.
That was their first meeting and the beginning of a long and sometimes very nice friendship.
Sal stood up after his head had shook out the last of the memories of how he and Sharon first met and took his glass to the bar, got his coat, and walked to the door and out into the street.
CHAPTER THREE
The wind blew down his back as he walked slowly down the street.
He pulled his coat up tighter around his neck and tucked his collar closer to his inner coat.
He was still a little drunk, and he staggered a little as he walked further and further away from the house, the block, and Sharon.
He didn't really know where he was going, as he walked down the street at a brisk pace now.
The main thing that made him happy at all was the fact that he was away from her and didn't have to think about all the things they had talked about all evening.
He still felt a pang of sadness as he thought of Sharon sitting there in the big apartment all by herself.
"I don't really care," he said out loud to himself, finally.
"She deserves to be there. I don't think I'm the one that's been so bad in our association."
He lit a cigarette and took a long deep puff on it, and held the smoke for a long time before he exhaled.
He blew the soft gray smoke out of his nose and mouth very slowly and watched it as it whizzed past his head and was gone.
He felt a little dizzy. It was the first cigarette in a long time.
He coughed slightly, and could feel the muscles in his chest tighten up as the dizziness continued to affect him.
He continued walking on down the street, and presently caught his breath and was okay again.
He was still not decided as to where he was going. He was now some distance from home, and he was feeling good about that.
The thought of Sharon and some of the problems they had had today was running back and forth through his mind.
The harder he tried to think about other things, anything to keep these thoughts out of his mind, the more he thought about it.
He thought of ways to stop thinking but each time he used one of them, he found himself right back on the same train of thought.
He decided to do something to get his mind off his problems.
He knew of a nice Turkish bath that wasn't too far from where he was.
He decided to go there.
The heat and steam would do him good, he thought, as he turned in the direction of the place.
"I haven't really had a good rubdown in a long time, and I could use one."
He reached the place and went in and got a room. He climbed the stairs to his room and undressed, wrapped the towel around himself, and hung his clothes up in the closet.
He first went to the steam room, where he sat for a long time.
He found a space higher up than the others were sitting, where the heat and steam were a bit heavier and hotter.
By the time he got up there and sat down he could already feel the steam and heat beginning to penetrate his hairy muscular skin.
He breathed deeply, hard and heavy the first time, forgetting the hot burning sensation the steam gave him as it was sucked into his powerful lungs.
The penetration of the heat and steam made him drowsy and tired at first, as he sat there feeling the heat increase as the steam began to get heavier.
His body was beginning to break out in tiny beads of sweat that grew larger as the heat of the steam forced more moisture out of his hot moist skin.
He looked down at himself as the sweat began to slide down his hairy muscular chest and over the hairy ripples of his belly and down to the hair of his now soft, limp cock.
It fell in big salty drops on the boards of the rack that was just below him. He watched them as they hit with a splat and were evaporated almost at once by the dry heat at the bottom of the room.
Sweat was also forming on his face and forehead. It burned as it slid down his face and forehead and into his eyes.
He bent his head down and watched as it fell onto the towel that lay across his right leg as he sat there.
The sweat on his hairy muscular legs was flowing freely too.
It trickled down his legs and tickled a bit as it ran in and out through the thick heavy hair that covered most of those well-shaped masculine extremities.
A strange but good feeling came over him as his head started feeling lighter and lighter as the heavy steam began to force all the alcohol out of him in the form of sweat.
His body was now completely covered with hot salt sweat as he continued to sit there and enjoy the feeling of the deep penetrating steam upon his body.
He had been in need of this for a long time and was enjoying it very much.
When he felt he had been there as long as he could without moving to a lower level, he got up and went to the shower room and turned the water on full blast, as cold as he could get it.
He jumped directly under the main heavy stream of this cold flow and stood there under it, letting it run down all around him.
The refreshing chill of the cold, extremely cold, water made him feel invigorated and healthy. Something he hadn't felt for a very long time.
Sal stood beneath the nozzle of the shower as long as he could, feeling the sweaty heat of his thick muscular body dissipate into cool soothing freshness.
He could feel tiny goose bumps as they began to form all over him from the chill of the stream of water that was flowing so steadily upon him.
His well-formed muscular body began to shake with slight tremors of cold as the heat of the steam room, as well as his own body heat, began to dissipate.
He turned off the shower and stepped from the shower room back into the steam again.
He noticed the other fellows who were sitting around the room, too, as he made his second entrance.
Some of them looked up at him and nodded as he stepped up the stairs that brought him to the same level that he had been sitting on before.
How peculiarly and strangely some of them are shaped, he thought to himself as he quickly scanned the room.
He wondered how he looked to the other men as he made his critical evaluation of all of them.
As his eyes hit upon each of them he noticed immediate differences that he had never seemed to notice before, or thought about, between other men and himself.
There was an older man about his own height and build sitting about three levels lower than he was.
His body was now coarser and shrunken looking. He had strange wrinkles beginning to form up and down his otherwise straight, fairly muscular back.
There was also on that same row a man, a boy, really, who couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen, who had the most health clean-looking skin, so different from the sick gray skin of the older man beside him.
Sal shuddered slightly as he thought of his own eventual old age and the possibility of beginning to look like some of the men he saw in there.
He could remember when his face and body were as smooth and as healthy looking as that of the boy who was sitting a little way below him.
He looked down at himself, a bit embarrassed to do so because he thought someone else might be looking at him and evaluating him the same way he was doing to them.
He looked down at his heavily-haired body and saw the few but evident ravages of lust and hard living.
He was slightly heavier in the stomach than he should be, and his young man's skin was slowly turning greyer and growing old-looking.
His arms were not as muscular as they could be, and his leg muscles were flabby and loose.
He felt his hand running his fingers through his hair.
He could feel what he thought was a slight thinning of the hair and a recession of the overall hairline.
He was imagining most of this, of course, but just the same it was taking its effect on him.
How stupid I am, he thought. Here I am wasting all of my time trying to get ahead with the very part of me that I'm letting fall to pieces.
He vowed right then and there to start to take better care of himself from that point on.
The hot steam that hit him now felt much better this time, he thought.
His body had been chilled by the cold water of the shower and he was not yet feeling the total heat of the steam that was rising in great clouds from the corner of the room.
Soon his body began to warm up and the same good feeling came over him again, just as it had when his body felt the first penetration of the hot, thick steam.
He breathed in deeply, remembering this time the hot burning sensation he had felt last time because of breathing in too fast and too hard.
His first few minutes of this felt good, as he sat there on the wood slabs that served both as stairs and as a bench.
Soon his entire body, as before, was dripping profusely with big salty drops of sweat.
He pushed his head back and let the sweat run down his cheeks to the back of his face and not into his eyes.
Finally he had had enough of it to satisfy him for the time being.
He got up from his perch and left the steam room again and went to the pool and dived in headfirst.
The initial shock from extreme heat to cold is said to be good for the system.
He swam around on his back for a while and then he changed off and did several types of swimming strokes that he used to do when he was in school.
He dived to the bottom of the pool and stayed down as long as he could.
He was trying to really exhaust himself with physical exercise and he was doing a very good job of it.
After a few more dives to the bottom of the pool and some loss of breath and swallowing of chlorine, he decided he had had enough and left the pool.
He walked back into the shower room and began to shower again.
He rubbed soap on himself until his entire body was covered with it.
The huge muscles of his firm masculine body glistened in the light as they flexed and danced to his motion.
He thoroughly covered every part of his body with a heavy lather of soap, as though he felt the soap would cleanse his entire soul.
He then stood under the slightly lukewarm water flowing full strength from the shower and let the strong spray of the water wash it off.
He turned the hot water on a little harder, increasing the power of the spray that flowed from the nozzle down to his tingling flesh.
He stood with the spray beating hard down upon him. It hit him on the back and all over the body like a thousand tiny fingers pressing hard against his tingling flesh.
He moved his body slowly from side to side letting the strong spray flow over every part of his straight muscular back.
He sighed deeply from the pleasure he felt as the steady flow of water tantalized and stimulated his entire body, easing the tension of his thoughts.
His naked body felt alive and was tingling with pleasure, as he stood there with the lively water flowing down upon him.
It soothed and relaxed him with each strong touch of the thousands of continuous streams.
His thoughts and problems for the moment were all forgotten and washed away by the heavy spray of soothing water that fell against his hard muscular body from the nozzle above his head.
He finally finished showering, and after drying himself, he walked out of the shower room and into the other end of the area to the massage tables.
He lay down on one of the long low leather tables at the furthest end of the room.
No one was in the room when he got there, but since the only reason one would be lying there was to receive a massage, he laid down and waited for the masseur to come back from wherever he had gong.
He must have fallen asleep, for he lay there for a rather long time.
But the next thing he remembered after he walked in was the feeling of soft smooth fingers as they rubbed and kneaded the muscles of his upper and lower back.
He had lain on his stomach when he first went in, so that they would massage his back first.
The feeling of the busy fingers of the masseur seemed to relax him completely as he lay there flat, with his head resting on the small pillow beneath it.
He thought of nothing but the feel of the hands that busied themselves rubbing up and down his body.
His eyes were closed and he hadn't seen the masseur when he came in, and hadn't said anything to him because he was asleep when the massage began, and there was no need to say anything.
He had visited that particular Turkish bath a long time ago.
One night when he was quite drunk he had stumbled into it off the streets because he was very tired and it was cold out on that particular night.
He didn't really remember anything about it tonight when he thought of coming here, it just happened to be the closest place to go to he could think of, and the idea of being relaxed in a steam room and massaged seemed to be of interest to him.
He laid there lazily enjoying all of the pleasures one enjoys as one is being massaged by a good masseur.
He had no idea who or what sort of person was massaging his tired hairy muscles.
He didn't care, really, he was enjoying it and hadn't given much thought to anything else at all.
He had noticed at the beginning of the massage, how soft and smooth the hands were. He had not wondered why they should be so soft and smooth.
Although they felt rather familiar as they touched him, he couldn't recall where he had felt hands like that before.
It was a complete surprise to him when the voice that asked him to turn over sounded like that of a woman.
He thought perhaps he had not really heard it or that he had fallen asleep for a second or two and dreamed the voice, when actually the real voice he heard must have sounded quite different.
As he turned over to lie on his back, he received a very pleasant surprise.
There in front of him stood one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
She smiled down pleasantly at him as she began to massage his shoulders and arms.
She commented on how well-built he was and about how he was in such good shape.
"Do you lift weights?" she asked, as she took hold of one of his arms and began to squeeze and exercise the large limp muscles.
He told her that he didn't and never had.
She asked him why he had such a nice muscular build if he didn't lift weights.
"It's natural," he said, "it runs in the family."
They continued to talk and joke about his handsome physique as she rubbed, massaged and teased the upper part of his torso.
She moved with expert skill and knowledge as she covered that half of his handsome well-developed body.
She squeezed and stimulated the muscles of his chest. She pressed her fingers firmly against the muscles of his neck.
She massaged them with a slow circular motion of her very sensitive soft hands.
His heart was beating faster now and he could feel the throbbing in his neck as her soft smooth delicate fingers continued their pleasing circular motion all around the base of his head.
He rolled his head from side to side at her motion for him to do so.
He could feel the tension and stress of those tight tired muscles relaxing as her nimble fingers soothed their aching and throbbing.
Slid moved quickly from the neck to the shoulders again, laughing and joking again and again as her hands slid over the beautiful specimen of a man who lay there before her.
Her fingers dug deeply into his chest and began the same circular penetrating motion that she had used on his neck muscles.
Sal could feel a strange good feeling creeping all through his body as her touch became more and more pleasurable.
He continued to talk and joke with her, but the reason was different now.
He was beginning to notice the sweetness in the sound of her voice, and in the way she laughed.
His entire body tingled anew as her soft smooth pink hands touched his hard hairy chest, and moved back and forth through the thick hair and reached down to the hot burning firm masculine flesh below it.
Her hands were moving slowly down his torso from the upper part of his chest right below his collarbone, down and down to the muscles beneath the armpits.
The wings, as she referred to them.
As her delicate fingers massaged and manipulated the muscles in this area, Sal began to get a funny feeling in the bottom of his stomach.
He didn't recognize it at first as having any significance, or any relationship at all to what she was doing to him.
He soon began to realize it did.
Suddenly he could feel a slight throbbing in the base of his big cock.
It was still soft and lying flat on top of him, pressing up to his navel as it had done a long time ago when he was with Mrs. L.
He squirmed a little as he kept talking to her, trying not to think about the thoughts of lust for her that were now running through his mind.
Her busy fingers slid even further down his body now, and into the center of his belly.
They roamed softly and smoothly over his rippling, now undulating muscles, making them bounce from the sensation of her hot soft roaming hands.
His cock was throbbing a little more and was straightening out a bit. He watched her eyes to see if she was paying any attention to it.
She looked down at him, laughingly pretending not to notice at all.
He believed her and continued to lie there, trying not to think about how much he would like to lean over right that minute and lap his hot tongue deep into the folds and ripples of her hot contracting cunt.
He looked up at her again, as she slid her fingers out to the side of his rib cage and began to rub back and forth on the muscles there.
His heart was pounding frantically now and he was doing all he could to keep his cock from standing all the way up to attention as her now hot moist fingers came ever closer.
She was now approaching his pelvis, and he could feel his cock throbbing as her fingers started rubbing along each side of his pelvis bone right beneath the rib cage.
She must have seen my cock getting hard by now, he thought, as he felt the throbbing grow stronger, and move to the head of his huge cock.
Her fingers slid down between his legs and took hold of the thick hairy muscles of his inner thigh, and his cock stood straight out from him as she touched this, his most sensitive area.
She sighed a soft pleased sigh and let out a little chuckle, as she saw this great tool rise up to her.
She continued to rub and massage his thighs and legs. Giving his hard cock a rub now and then, she sighed loudly as she stroked the huge piece of meat.
She moved down one side of the table and up the other, massaging one leg at a time.
She always kept an eye on his huge throbbing cock as her soft smooth pink hands slid skillfully up and down his muscular thighs and legs.
When she got to his feet she took both of them in each of her hands and massaged the arch with her thumbs.
The sensation this gave Sal made him want to jump off the table and grab her and rip her clothes right off her and fuck her right there on the floor.
His big cock was throbbing so hard it was jumping up and down over his belly and he had no control over the speed at which it was jumping so violently.
She let go of both his feet and moved slowly up the left side of him, massaging his left leg and thigh as she came.
Again and again her hot moist smooth fingers touched the sensitive head of his hot, throbbing tool, filling him with desire and lust for her still-clothed body.
Her fingers continually found the spots of extreme sensitivity on him and she seemed to tease and tantalize him by constantly touching one of them every time he felt a little less excited than he had a moment earlier, making his cock jerk and bounce and stand straight up from his now hot, sweaty crotch.
He sighed a little and let out a little moan every now and then when he could do nothing else to distract himself from her delicate and all-pleasing touch.
She continued to rub on the soothing oil and massage it into his hot, passion-ridden body, helping it become even more so with every touch.
His entire body was now tingling and shaking, not from the sensations of the steam bath or the effects of the shower any longer, but because of the lust and desire for her that burned so wildly and passionately in his smoldering flammable insides.
He looked at her and could feel the touch of her red sensual lips on his.
She puckered them up slightly and then wet them as she looked down at him again as he lay there on the now hot, sweaty leather table that had been so cool and pleasant to him just a short time before.
She came to his crotch again, this time from the left side of the table, as she finished massaging his left leg and thigh.
She reached the apex of his hard, hairy, masculine body.
Oh mother-fucker, he sure is hot, she told herself.
She stopped in that spot for a moment and looked down at him sullenly with a strange sort of wandering lust in her glance. She leaned back a moment to take in his entire body in one glance.
Her face was slightly flushed and she was breathing a little harder than she had been at the start of the massage.
She took his big, hard, jerking, throbbing cock in her hot hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the head several times.
Sal squirmed and tossed about on the table from the pleasure and excitement that went through him when she did this.
Slowly and without warning to her, he slid one of his arms, his left arm to be exact, off the side of the table he was .lying on and down to the bottom of her miniskirt.
He lay still for a moment as she continued to rub and oil him and tease his cock.
Suddenly he slid his hot, burning, oily hand down under her skirt and quickly up her leg, rubbing her right thigh as he moved up.
He felt the furry mound that quivered and contracted at the apex of her womanhood.
He slid his fingers past the elastic that clung around her upper thigh, pulled her panties as far down, still under her dress, as he could get them.
Then he shoved two of his thick hard fingers up into the lips of her cunt. She moaned. He pressed on. She groaned.
He continued up forcefully into the tunnel of her love.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
She moaned and grunted wildly as his lingers found their mark.
He had surprised her by acting as fast as he did and the only thing she could do, being susceptible to the same tantalizing that she was giving him, was to stand there and enjoy it.
"Oh!" he exclaimed.
"Oh! she replied.
She seemed a bit surprised that it had really happened at first, but after it was going on she seemed to really enjoy it.
She looked down at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge, firm, rock-hard tool and teased and tickled the hot, throbbing head of it.
He thrust his hand further up into her cunt and moved his fingers around and around against the inner walls of her tight, hot, throbbing cunt.
She moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked a bit as she felt the pleasure of his hot, throbbing hand as it slid back and forth across her hot, sensitive clit.
She bucked her hips slowly back and forth as his hot thick fingers slid again and again across her firm hot clit.
She bent down slowly and almost without knowing it took his hot, jerking, throbbing tool into her hot moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from it and from between his legs filled her hot, puffing nostrils and then went on up into her nasal cavity and to all parts of her body.
She trembled and shook a bit from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly around from the smell of his hot, bucking, twitching body.
Her hot, heavily moist lips slid further down onto more of his cock as the bittersweet taste of his masculine part filled her mouth as the odor filled her nostrils.
Sal bucked his huge cock up to her, and shoved it further into her hot anxiously waiting, lapping, quivering mouth.
As the sucking of his cock began to feel wilder and wilder to him, Sal could feel the pressure of his come building up and getting ready to shoot forth in a flood of hot burning pleasure.
She sensed his throbbing and knew that he was nearly ready, too.
With this, she stopped abruptly.
Leaving Sal in a most desperate situation.
She raised herself and finished oiling his body and then she took one of the huge thick towels from the shelf and rubbed and patted his entire body until all the excess oil was wiped off.
His big, hard cock was still throbbing and jerking like crazy right there in front of her.
At first he couldn't quite understand why she had stopped so close to the time when he was about to get his nuts off.
Even Sharon never did that to me, he thought, sulking with a hard cock that needed some attention before it was willing to go down.
She turned to him when she had finished rubbing him with the towel, and asked him to meet her in two hours, when she got off work, and go to her place with her and there they could stay all night.
He had agreed before he really thought of what to say. He was so terribly anxious to possess her body next to his.
They kissed each other softly on the lips and she then left the room for a minute or two.
Sal waited a few seconds, trying to let his cock get a little softer before he left the room and went back to his own room.
He got back to his room finally and sat down on the bed.
His cock was still hard and throbbing as violently as it had done any time during the massage.
He spread his legs wide apart on the bed and reached down and took his cock into his hands and began to play with it.
He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes as he stroked the head of his huge, burning, throbbing cock.
He thought of nothing but the face, the shape and the body of the girl who had massaged him.
He tried to imagine her without any clothes on, completely nude, standing in front of him, slightly over him as he let his big, hot tongue lap and lap at her big, hot, juicy, throbbing cunt.
He shivered violently and bucked himself madly up and down on the bed, in frantic ecstasy and anticipation, as these thoughts came into his wildly throbbing head.
His breathing grew shorter.
His heartbeat increased.
His sighs and panting grew wilder and wilder.
He threw his head from side to side all over the bed as the thought of the thrills to come, together with his presently excited state, rushed through his entire body and throbbed and burned deep within him.
He pulled his big, thick hairy legs up so that they bent at the knees and let both of them fall on either side of the bed so that his crotch was almost parallel with the flatness of the bed itself.
He rubbed his hand across his hot, moist mouth and filled his palm with his hot, slick saliva.
He rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock and all around the skin that moved up and down around it.
His whole cock became more sensitive to his touch and teasing.
The throbbing and jerking was so strong now, that the slightest touch he gave it nearly drove him up the wall with pleasure and passion.
The time passed very soon to him and when he was at a point where he almost wanted to come and thought he couldn't wait another second, he noticed the time and realized he was almost at the jaws of the girl's cunt.
Hurriedly he jumped off the bed and rushed around the room and gathered up his things and got dressed.
He dashed down the stairs and up to the desk and checked out.
Then he took a seat in the lobby and waited for her to come out.
It didn't take long. She was right on time.
It had seemed to him that he had just got there himself, when she came around the corner and down the stairs from the direction of the massage and steam rooms.
She smiled at him and said, "Let's go."
He got right up and followed hurriedly behind her.
His cock was still hard and throbbing wildly in his pants as he followed behind her, down the stairs to the street at a rather hurried pace.
They reached the street and hailed a cab in no time.
He stood waving his arm for a cab with his right hand in his pocket to hide the fact that he had such a huge throbbing hard-on.
It was still jumping and jerking as they stepped into the cab.
She gave the cab driver the address and they were off.
Since they had a rather long way to go Sal decided to get a little ahead of the game so that he would really be ready when they got to her house.
He pulled her over to him and he leaned halfway over to her.
First he started kissing and teasing her lips, then he became wilder and wilder until he had his fingers under her sweater and was squeezing the smooth, firm nipples of her tits as she squirmed and grunted.
She was squeezing the hard, thick throbbing tool that jumped and throbbed in her hand each time she took hold of it.
The cab left the main streets of Manhattan and started crossing the bridge headed for Long Island.
As they got on the bridge itself both of them were practically lying down in the back seat.
Sal was on top of her and she was bucking and thrashing wildly beneath him.
Finally Sal slid up her dress and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down a little.
He put his cock between her legs to feel the heat of her hot flesh burning heavily on his hard throbbing cock-head.
It was very late and dark. The streets were deserted as they rode through this section of Queens on their way to a place further out on Long Island.
The longer Sal pressed his hard, throbbing, pounding cock against her hot burning thighs, the harder it was for him to resist shoving it all the way, deep into her quivering, twitching, slithery cunt.
He was dying to feel the touch of his flesh against hers and to feel the friction of then-two organs as they joined in the act of lust.
What great friction in their two organs as they joined in the act of lustful passionate exciting lovemaking.
He pumped his body up and down on top of her, wildly dry-fucking her as they zipped along the highway.
Finally he raised his cock a little higher than usual and as he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, stinging lips of her waiting, quivering cunt.
The thought to pull it out crossed his mind but he ignored it.
He couldn't bear to stop it now that it had gotten this far.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her hot bucking cunt as the cab continued to race through the night to their destination.
Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became more rapid.
Sal was moaning and panting too, a little softer than she was, but just as passionately.
They puffed and panted so loudly that the cab driver could have heard them.
The sound of the ruffling of their clothes, and the steady pounding of their flesh together as their two hot throbbing organs slid back and forth, one within the other, would have excited the most cold-natured person to the very height of passion and frenzy at the absence of an adequate love partner.
Just to hear the sound of their moans and sighs could drive any normal man to the point of sexual desire.
Both of them were beginning to come, right there in the back seat of the cab.
Their passion and lust had risen to the fever pitch of excitement.
The pounding of their pent-up desires was pressing forcefully. Sal could hear the ringing of a mighty cascade of bells somewhere deep inside him as he thrust and pounded his huge hard cock again and again, deeper and deeper into the hot twitching folds and ripples of her hot, juicy, quivering, undulating cunt.
The sounds of her deep, pleading sighs and loud passionate moans were the only things that Sal could hear, mixed with his own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
Their bodies broke out in cold, clinging sweat.
The hot, exciting sound of slick hot flesh sliding against slick, burning flesh grew louder and louder:
The girl bucked her hips frantically now and thrust her head back onto the seat of the cab as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust up her cunt to meet his cock.
The passionate and frenzied pair lunged then-bodies against each other again and again, wildly, passionately, lustfully, with all the force and thrust they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and her most forceful buck of her hot, quivering cunt, the two of them came at the same time, their pants and sighs filling the cab.
The heat from their heavy breathing had all but begun to fog up the windows.
There was a slight haze of fog beginning to form on the windows of the back seat and in the rear.
They stayed in that position for several more minutes, while their moans and sighs began to get less violent.
Sal felt his throbbing cock still inside her cunt as he raised his head and looked to see if he could tell where they were.
The girl raised her head a little, too, and told him they were nearly there.
Sal raised up, slowly, ever so slowly.
He wanted to retain that warm, wild, passionate feeling as long as he possibly could, to the last possible minute.
Finally, as the cab pulled off the parkway and headed down a mixed industrial and residential street, he could see that he really had to pull it out. He reluctantly extracted his tool from her cunt.
It was still throbbing and hard as rock, dripping with their come.
As he tucked it back into his pants and straightened up in the seat, he prepared to get out when the cab came to the place they were going.
After several winding turns and bends of the street they finally came to a beautiful, two-story, brick house that was set off about a hundred yards from the road.
The driver stopped the cab and looked into the back seat, eyeing both of them.
They both looked at him rather shyly, as they had forgotten about him.
The driver eyed her tits which heaved with exhaustion.
He also checked out the twitching which still went on in Sal's pants.
He was a very attractive-looking well-built young man, it seemed to them, as they looked at him from the back seat of the cab.
"I'm going off duty now and I could use a good strong drink. It's a long way back from out here."
The girl looked at Sal in such a way as to ask him if he would mind if she invited him in.
He nodded his approval as they all three got out of the cab and headed into the house.
The cab driver seemed to be quite intelligent and very interesting as they sat and talked over their drinks.
He told them he was relatively new in town and that he was going to college at New York University.
All three of them hit it off very well.
When he finished his drink and started to make the usual sociable attempt to leave, they both insisted in the most convincing way that he stay.
Both Sal and the girl wanted to have a three-way, and neither one of them had said anything to the other one, but there they were acting as though they both knew what the other wanted.
The cab driver was interested, too.
They all three sat back down on the couch and had another round of drinks, and another ... and another ... until all three of them were becoming a little drunk.
Their words were beginning to slur as they continued talking to each other.
Finally their conversation was limited to short clipped statements, to such things as "where's the bathroom."
"Gee, that was a long ride."
"Oh, what time is it?" and other such gems.
Somewhere in the course of the conversation a little bit before they arrived at this point, the fact that Nina, the girl, was a masseuse was brought to the attention of the cab driver.
This intrigued him very much, it seemed.
He had asked a few questions about it when he first learned it, but now he was at it again.
"Why don't you give us a demonstration of how you go about giving a massage?" he asked, insistently. "I've never had one and I'd love to be your model."
"I'll tell you what," she said, "why don't we all take off our clothes and take our drinks into the bedroom and I'll give you both a demonstration of what a massage can really be."
All three of them got up and slowly walked into the bedroom, dropping their clothes along the way.
The three of them plopped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nina placed them both on the bed side by side fairly close to each other, on their, backs.
She went off the bed and left the room for a second and returned.
She sat straddled on one of each of their legs.
All three of them were nude.
Softly she began to massage their thick hairy thighs, touching, and being careful to touch every sensual exciting spot in that particular area.
Sal's cock was still slightly hard from his earlier excitement.
It took little effort to get it back up to the hot rock hardness where it had been for most of the evening.
And after a few of her soft delicate manipulations along the thighs of the cab driver, he too was beginning to show a great rise in his love tool.
Soon both of them had huge throbbing hard-ons, as Nina continued her frantic highly exciting manipulation of their sensitive muscular regions.
When they were both quaking and throbbing with the excitement of sensual pleasure burning in the heads of their huge throbbing cocks, she took them in her soft smooth sensitive pink little hands.
They both jumped and bucked and tossed on the bed as she teased and tantalized the head of their cocks with the soft burning tips of her busy fingers.
She moistened the heads of both their cocks with grease and slid her palms across the head of them in wild circular motions.
Her two companions moaned and whined with pleasure as the sensation of her hot little hands slid rapidly back and forth, through their minds, and stimulated them to their fullest extent.
Nina felt the constant throbbing and pounding grow stronger and stronger as she clutched both of their hot, hard, throbbing cocks firmly in each of her hot moist slippery hands.
She raised herself from her knees and poised her hairy, hot, throbbing cunt directly over Sal's huge hot tool, still holding onto the hot burning cock of the cab driver in her other hand.
Slowly she lowered herself down, down, right onto the hot throbbing burning head of Sal's big hot throbbing cock.
Sal's whole body seemed to tremble and shake with excitement as he felt the hot quivering burning mad heat of Nina's cunt as it sunk lower and lower around his big, hot throbbing cock.
Slowly he began to buck his body on top of her, following the rhythm she made, in direct opposition so as to thrust his cock up into her as she was coming down with her body to meet him.
She loved this. The look on her face was wild and sensual, as she bounced up and down in a steady orgiastic motion over Sal's huge throbbing cock.
She clung firmly to the hot throbbing tool of the cab driver and kept sliding her soft smooth hand across its sensitive greasy head.
Sal bucked and thrashed from the hot burning sensation of her tight hot throbbing cunt.
He thrashed and pounded the back of his head on the bed from the high excitement he felt.
The hot thrilling feeling from her slithery, quivering cunt traveled through the head of his hot burning tool to every spot in his entire body.
Nina knew this tool already, and was well aware of the pleasure it could give. She had already experienced the thrilling feeling of having that giant cock pounding and thrashing wildly deep inside her hot twitching cunt.
She raised herself up slowly and pulled herself away from him, letting his huge cock slide out of her hot tight cunt.
She shifted her body until she was directly over the cock of the cab driver.
Slowly she slid herself down till the lips of her hot tight cunt were well wrapped around his cock too.
She moved up and down slowly, in the same sensual rhythm that she had used before.
Her hot burning hand was now clutching firmly to Sal's hot throbbing cock.
She worked it up and down and slid her hot moist greasy palm back and forth across the head of it now in short quick motions.
This seemed to drive him wild.
He bounced up and down on the bed and grunted and moaned loudly.
His whole body shook with passion and hot excited frenzy.
She now had the cab driver's cock all the way in her hot, burning, contracting cunt, as she undulated herself wildly and orgiastically directly above his crotch.
He too was moaning and bucking madly as he felt the thrill and pleasure of her tight, throbbing, quivering cunt.
He reached up to her soft firm mounds of flesh and began pulling and playing with them.
Sal took the other one in his hand, after a few seconds and they both pulled and squeezed one at the same time.
She moaned and tossed her head back wildly as the thrill of the hard rough fingers sinking into the soft sensitive flesh of her tits grew stronger and stronger.
Her passionate and frantic sight kindled still another spark of excitement inside both men.
Their hearts were both pounding madly now.
She was jumping and jerking her body wildly about the bed now with her cunt still wrapped tightly around the big hard cock of the cab driver.
Suddenly she pushed her legs back and laid down on top of him and pressed the points of her firm throbbing tits firmly and deeply into his thick hot hairy chest.
She pulled Sal's cock firmly as she laid down on top of the cab driver, until she got him to raise up and get on top of her.
As he raised himself up over her and prepared to lay down on top of her, she pushed his huge, hot, burning cock into the tight throbbing cheeks of her tight sensual ass.
Slowly he began to thrust his giant tool into the hot twitching opening, just a little at a time.
She thrashed, twisted, pumped, and kicked her legs back high in the air as the hard hot cock continued to penetrate further and further into her hot tight ass hole.
The added motion and physical activity that she was so passionately expressing and enjoying was driving the cab driver into a state of frenzy and passionate pleasure.
He took her head in his hand and pressed his open lips firmly against hers and passionately sucked her hot wet tongue deep inside his hot quivering burning mouth.
She panted and sighed from all the pleasure and passion the three of them were experiencing.
Her heart was pounding faster and faster with every motion she felt or made.
Her entire body, as hot and passionate as it was, was tuned like a sensitive organ, and in fact seemed to be one sensitive organ with many wild and exciting facets.
She wiggled her body in a wild up and down circular motion giving the cab driver the thrill of pleasure the-likes of which he had never experienced before.
Sal was all the way into her tight ass now and was feeling the inner walls with the throbbing sensitive head of his hot, pounding, pulsating cock.
Every motion he made sent shivers of pleasure and delight through his entire tingling body.
He pressed himself hard against her soft smooth vibrating buttocks and let the motion she made, as she wiggled her cunt back and forth around the cock of the cab driver, giving him pleasure too, and prolonged the sensation he felt was so pleasurable.
Sal was also prolonging his feeling that he was on the verge of coming.
The cab driver began to move now, wildly thrashing from side to side and up and down, with all the force and strength he could put forth.
He was thrusting his big hard hot cock up and into Nina's cunt as fast as she was thrusting her body down upon his big hard cock.
Nina was thrashing and bucking, kicking and waving her arms wilder and with more frenzy and passion than ever before.
She was almost ready to come and her hot tight ass was quivering wildly as she tossed, turned and moved herself violently between both of them.
The cab driver and Sal were both on the verge of shooting their hot burning loads, too.
The moans, sighs and heavy panting continued to increase and grow more frenzied as the passion and excitement further penetrated their bodies and shot from one to the other of them.
The passion that passed between them carried the thrills and lust that they all felt with it.
The room was filled with it.
Sal slid his hands down past Nina's hips and took hold of those of the thick, hairy legged cab driver.
He took a firm grip on both sides and pulled all three of them closer together by squeezing his hands around his hips and pulling his body up to him.
Sal rubbed softly against the hairy thighs of the cab driver feeling a strange pleasurable sensation as his fingers slid over the rough curly hair along his thick, muscular thighs.
All of their legs were entangled together, giving them a great feeling of oneness as they all three came together.
Giving Nina a double barreled load of his burning come as she felt her own hot burning love juice flowing freely into her hot throbbing female cavity.
Sal jumped, jerked and bucked himself back and forth and up and down as his hot burning come shot deep and forcefully into her hot, throbbing, tight undulating ass.
The cab driver vibrated and made deep, breathy, grunting sounds as his hot scorching love juice shot from his hot tool like an explosion of a long sleeping volcano of passion.
Moans, sighs and the sensual and exciting sounds of heavy breathing and wild thrilling sounds of hot, moist, greasy flesh sliding against flesh, filled the entire room and echoed deep within their heads for several thrilling minutes.
The three of them remained in the same position for some time as the heavy sounds of their sighs and moans of extreme pleasure and satisfaction flowed freely from their hot sweaty bodies.
With their final deep sensual moans and panting sounds, they rolled off of each other and onto a spot on the bed.
All three of them laid still for a minute and breathed heavily as they gained their strength and energy.
The panting and heavy deep breathing soon subsided and was finally gone.
And all three of them lay there silent, except for quiet soft breathing.
Nina was lying between them and kept rubbing her hot sensual fingers up and down each of their hot sweaty legs as they lay there.
They all seemed to be still full of excitement and lust and within a few minutes both men had hard throbbing cocks again.
They both stood straight up right out from their crotches as though they never really came in the first place.
Sal was the first one to move.
He raised himself up and slid down between Nina's legs and buried his hot sweaty head deeply between her hot slithery thighs.
He thrust his tongue into that hot quivering slit as far and as hard as he could.
He could taste the mixture of hot moist come from her and from the cab driver as he slid and pressed his roaming tongue over the ripples and folds of her hot, tight, twitching cunt.
She threw her legs wide apart and bucked her hot slithery body slightly, as his hot tongue roamed further and further into her hot come filled cavity.
The thought of his mouth and tongue sliding and lapping in her cunt, that was just so recently vacated by the cock of the cab driver, was an added excitement to Sal.
He frantically pressed his head down into the slit of her cunt, trying to force his head as far into her as he could.
He wanted to get his lips and tongue as far into her hot throbbing cunt as far as the big hot cock of the cab driver went so that he could taste and smell the sharp bitter sweet flavor of his come mixed with hers.
The thought made him tremble with excitement as he plunged his hot head further into her slit and lapped at every drop of come juice he could taste in her hot cunt.
At the same time the cab driver took hold of her by the waist and rolled her softly onto her side letting Sal roll with her and still keep his hot lashing tongue plunged deeply and passionately into her hot juicy cunt.
He slid his head down to the firm smooth cheeks of her hot sensitive buttocks.
He parted each of her hot throbbing cheeks with his hands and sunk his hot quivering lips around the hot twitching opening of her ass.
He sucked and lapped and slithered his hot tongue in and out of every ford and ripple of her hot vibrating ass.
Nina was going wild with pleasure as the two men proceeded to eat her.
She moaned and screamed with pleasure.
She thrashed her arms about on the bed and tossed her hot throbbing head from side to side.
She took her two tits into her own hands and kneaded the soft smooth nipples with the tips of her fingers.
She moved her body a little forward and took Sal's huge cock into her mouth and started sucking and lapping it as they kept busy eating her ass and cunt.
The passion and pleasure became too great for her to endure from time to time and she would have to tense herself up a bit in order to prolong the entire sensation.
Never before, that she could remember, did she ever get the feelings from sex that she was getting that night.
The sensual orgiastic feeling seemed to rise up in her in a way that it never had before.
She loved it as her entire body tingled with pleasure and excitement as she laid there with Sal's big cock in her mouth and his hot, throbbing roaming tongue shoved up her hot, twitching cunt, and the hot, throbbing tongue of the cab driver so sensually lashing and pressing deep into her ass cavity.
She shivered and grew more excited as she let these thoughts ramble through her sensual consciousness.
She opened her mouth real wide and bent her head slightly forward and pressed hard against Sal's big thirteen inch cock and let it slowly slide down her hot expanding throat.
Sal became so excited with this wild sensation, he thrust his hot tongue all the way into her cunt and rubbed it back and forth against her hot firm sensitive clit.
The thrill of this feeling was so great to her that she gagged and choked and broke out in a heavy hot sweat.
Her entire body shook and vibrated, as his long, hot lashing tongue kept sliding back and forth across it in a maddening frantic speed of passion.
When the pleasure of his hot frantic tongue became too much for her to bear any more for the moment, she turned her body around and took up the cock of the cab driver in her mouth and he began lapping her hot juicy cunt and Sal put his long hot tongue to work deep inside the inner walls of her hot, quivering, twitching, throbbing ass hole.
She licked and sucked the cock of the cab driver as though it was a long, hard, hot tit and she was a wee colt starving for the warm exciting fluid that flowed slowly from it as she wrapped her hot quivering lips around it and slid her head slowly back and forth the same time.
The thrills they felt and that sudden feeling of wild, maddening passion was again flowing madly through their bodies.
The hot burning desire to please and to receive pleasure at the same time filled each one of them as they squirmed, wiggled and tossed passionately on the bed.
Their three bodies were joined in a wild sensual union of pleasure and utter satisfaction.
The thoughts flashing off and on in each of their minds motivated them to thrust themselves wildly and passionately with all the forces of pleasure and ecstasy.
The bed was a plain of moans, grunts and frantically passionate and sensual vibrations.
The slipping and sliding of their hot burning flesh as they seek the height of passion and excitement, as they sought the height of passion and excitement, grew louder and louder and echoed long and heavy, grew stronger and stronger until without knowing it he was reaching for her firm pointed mounds of burning flesh with his hot lashing tongue.
He quickly scrambled from behind her and squeezed in between her and the cab driver's cock and softly closed his hot, hungry lips down around her firm, hot, throbbing tits.
He sucked and lapped and licked her tender yielding mounds of flesh until they tingled and burned with pleasure.
Nina tossed and thrashed and bucked her hot tingling body convulsively, as the passion and lust grew even stronger in her smooth, slender, slithery frame.
She jerked and tossed her body about wildly as the pleasures she felt took hold of her.
She was now thrashing and tossing about the entire bed in a wild frenzy of motion.
The taste of her sweet come was beginning to flow slowly into the mouth of the cab driver as he sucked and lapped and thrust his tongue deeper and deeper inside her hot tight throbbing insatiable cunt.
She was moaning heavily now and clawing and biting into Sal's chest as he sucked and pulled wildly at the hot, burning nipples of her hot cunt.
Her hot come flowed into the mouth of the cab driver.
He lapped and sucked it into his hot mouth in wild, frenzied motions of desire and satisfaction.
He licked and sucked her hot tight cunt till there was not a drop of her hot come to be found anywhere.
She laid on the bed between the two of them, panting and moaning with pleasure, as they continued to use her body as the main source of their pleasure.
They sucked and pulled and bit into her hot, moist, smooth flesh, wildly and in a frenzy of passion.
The cab driver sucked at her cunt with more fury than he did before she released her burning burst of come into his mouth.
He patted her clit with his tongue and bit slightly on the hot throbbing jaws of her hot throbbing cunt.
Sal pulled and sucked on her hot tits.
He could feel the cab driver's huge cock slide against the back of his neck every once in a while as he thrust his body forward in touching and lapping deeper and deeper inside Nina's hot cunt.
Suddenly the cab driver took his hot, wet sweaty head out from between Nina's hot quivering thighs and moved around behind her and sunk his long hard tool into her hot, moist, quivering ass-hole.
He started thrusting his cock into her ass in a steady, strong pumping motion that made her entire body move back and forth, as she lay on her side.
Sal moved himself around to where his cock was in line with her hot, twitching cunt.
He first put the head of his cock on the hot, hairy lips of her cunt and let them slide around back and forth in front of the main opening, just rubbing on the hot sensitive lips.
The sensation and the passion that was generated in him through the touching of their two hot organs in this manner was wildly exciting to both of them.
Almost wilder than the actual act of fucking, Sal sometimes felt.
He also enjoyed the feeling the friction of the hot moist hair gave him, much more sometimes as it bounced and tantalized his sensitive throbbing organ.
He could feel the pressure of his passions building up inside him like the force of a thousand claps of thunder.
His passion and frenzy started pressing out on him slowly as he felt the tempo of the lips of her cunt increase slowly with the increased motion of the cab driver, as he began to thrust his cock into her tight ass faster and faster.
Sal heard him beginning to pant and grunt harder and harder as he thrust his hard cock faster and faster into Nina's cunt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, and very gently, Sal started shoving the big hard of his hot, throbbing cock into her cunt lips and then further into the inner walls.
The hot stinging sensation of her hot, moist cunt was almost too much to withstand for too long.
Deep into the recesses.
The inner limits.
The very core of the universe.
He plunged.
And plunged.
Down he went. Into the bottomless pit.
Into her throbbing cunt.
He pushed his tool harder into her.
She bucked her hot body to him as he thrust his cock into her all the way, finally.
He could feel her entire body shake and shiver at the final thrust of his hard throbbing cock.
She grunted pleasurably and moaned loudly with passion and excitement, as the walls and lips of her hot, throbbing cavity were spread apart and separated by his huge burning cock.
The passion and pleasure of his hot tool was becoming more and more exciting to his sensual feelings, as he felt the throbbing of her hot, juicy cunt through the head of his hot, expanding sensitive cock.
The cab driver was moaning and panting hard and fast.
He was almost ready to come and the lust and passion deep down inside him was rising up inside him, making him cry out with pleasure and approaching satisfaction.
Sal was nearly ready to come too.
His big cock was nearly throbbing to its greatest capacity.
He could feel the rich vein of come at the bottom side of his cock beginning to grow fuller as his climax came closer and closer.
The cab driver was already moaning and panting in loud, rich tones as the hot, burning sting of his white hot come flowed from his hard, throbbing, excited cock to the deep reaches of Nina's hot, tight ass.
Sal was coming too.
Just as he heard the cab driver beginning to moan and sigh, his hot penetrating love juice shot forth in an explosion of white, hot, liquid steam.
It burned and stung its way deep into Nina's hot, twitching throbbing cunt.
As the three of them lay there, panting and sighing, feeling completely exhausted from the excessive physical output, they said nothing.
Their physical activity had dissipated all the alcohol that they didn't sweat out of them.
They were all very tired and very sleepy.
The great amount of physical cooperation that they had just experienced left them all completely void of most resistance to anything.
They all closed their eyes where they lay and fell fast asleep.
When they awoke it was day light.
It was around ten o'clock.
Nina got up first and fixed coffee for the other two. She had it poured and waiting on the table in the living room, when the two of them came stumbling into the room still nude.
They walked around the room once or twice, picking up then belongings here and there, as they did so.
Putting the clothes down on the couch they sat down and each grabbed a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
Sal was looking pretty chipper that morning, more chipper than he had looked for a great number of mornings lately.
The slightly shameful, bashful feeling he had last night while he was watching the men in the Turkish baths was gone this morning as he sat beside the handsome cab driver.
He was a few years younger, but somehow it didn't matter to Sal at all.
They both had spent a great time with Nina last night and seemed to be perfectly comfortable with each other today.
The three of them sat around the huge coffee table on the couch in the hush of the morning completely nude.
They talked very casually about any subject that came up.
There seemed to be no preferences at all. Sal found appealing to him.
He could recall the conversations he would have to be a party to with Sharon and her friends.
There were scores of subjects about which one would never dare to utter a word.
Functions such as those bored him terribly sometimes. But, he would usually sit quietly and pray for the thing to end as soon as possible, or for everyone to get too drunk to talk, as was sometimes the case, but unfortunately, not often enough.
He wished that all his conversations were like this one.
He was really talking to real people about real things and they were all enjoying it, every one of them.
The need to change the subject or to water down your opinion until it meant nothing never arose in this conversation.
There always seemed to be several sensitive spots surrounding the scope of the conversation at most of the places he went, that one was much better off not saying anything at all.
He felt so much better now, being able to sit in the nude like they all were around the coffee table in the living room and discuss things that don't have to pertain totally to sex.
Nina poured each of them another cup of coffee and another, about three more each in all.
The three of them sat down and talked for several hours still discussing everything that happened to be the general topic for the moment.
Around two-thirty or three o'clock, Rich, the cab driver left.
He told Sal and Nina that he had some business to take care of which would take him a few hours.
He also told them he would like to stop back later on, some time after five o'clock, if it was all right with them.
Sal nodded to Nina and she told him O.K.
Rich picked up his clothes from the chair where he had stuck them and dressed himself rather hurriedly.
Finally dressed he said good bye to them and walked out the door.
Sal and Nina sat around the coffee table for a few more cups of coffee and some brunch which Nina fixed for them. It was quite good and Sal praised her very highly for the effort and for her ability to make things taste so good.
She thanked him, and blushed a little as he continued his compliments.
After they finished eating Sal helped her clear up the kitchen and wash the dishes, something he hadn't done since he was a child of twelve or thirteen.
When they finished they sat back down on the couch still nude and continued their conversations about all sorts of things.
The two of them played around with each other from time to time when they became tired of talking so much, but it was nothing serious at all.
Sal would suck her cunt a little while and suck on her firm full tits:
She would play with his cock, she would suck it till it got semi hard and lick and suck his big round balls a little and then lay back on the couch and hold his semi hard cock in her hands while he stuck his fingers up into her cunt and sat beside her and continued talking, rubbing his fingers back and forth at the jaws of her cunt only once in a while as the desire so moved him.
Nina did the same thing with his cock.
The two of them seemed to really enjoy each other very much.
They were constantly laughing and joking with each other and had the definite capacity for a serious association too.
Sal asked her about the house she was living in.
"This is a very nice house," he said, "do you own it?" he asked jokingly.
"Yes I really do," Nina answered a little shyly. "It's been in the family for as long as anyone I can think of can remember.
"My brother and I inherited it five years ago, from our grand mother.
"She was the last living relative in our family besides us.
"You see our parents were killed when we were very young, I was four and my brother Andrew was almost three.
"They were coming home from Europe after a six month tour of the provinces, they were show people you see."
"How did you ever become such an excellent masseur," Sal asked, "when your parents were entertainers?"
"Well that's a rather long story. I would need more than the time we have before Rich gets back to explain it to you."
"I will tell you this though, it's really because of one of my favorite uncles who was in the circus. I used to travel with him when me and my brother were not in school. We both traveled with him for that matter."
She told him also that when she and her brother did inherit the house he refused to take any part of it or come and live in it.
Sal turned and looked around, "This is very nice here you know. It seems to be a place full of happiness."
She thanked him for such a gracious compliment and went into the kitchen to fix them some more coffee.
She returned a little while later with two more cups of coffee and a crystal decanter of brandy.
She set the two cups down on the table, in front of each of them, and set the brandy nearer the center of the table.
Sal reached over and poured a generous portion into his cup of black coffee.
Nina did the same.
Both of them settled back on the couch resting their heads on the thick quilted cushions.
They took a few sips from the cups of coffee and leaned back into the deep cushions and closed their eyes.
Sal closed his eyes and the thought of Sharon crossed his mind.
He pictured her standing by the door with something clutched tightly in her hands that she went out and got just for him.
Won't she be surprised when she finds out I'm not coming home again tonight.
He wondered what she would do and where she would think he was.
He was sure that she would never think that he might be doing anything quite so nice as what he really was doing.
A pang of sadness came over him for a moment.
It was so obvious that Nina noticed it and asked him why.
He smiled quickly and looked up into her face so that she would believe that nothing was the matter.
The thought stayed in his mind though even though he wore a smile on his face.
He kept asking himself why he was living with someone as disagreeable as Sharon, when there were people like Nina around.
"She wasn't rich," he thought, "but she wouldn't have to be rich. I wouldn't really mind working with someone like her around to do the providing for."
There was a knock on the door Nina got up and went over as she looked through the sight and she saw that it was Rich the cab driver from the earlier part of the day.
He had returned and he had brought a girl back with him.
Rich stepped in and introduced the girl to them.
Her name was Cynthia. A good friend of his.
He stepped over to the same chair where he had placed his clothes that morning while they were having coffee.
He took them off again one by one and laid them across there again.
He turned his head to the girl beside him and nodded his head indicating that she should get undressed too.
She stood there for a moment and then she started pulling hers off too.
Sal and Rich watched her as she pulled them off piece by piece.
Beginning with her over coat, then her top dress which was as thick as her over coat.
Next she pulled off her stockings and her undies.
Sal nearly chuckled on that one. He didn't know that people still wore those things.
After her blouse and bra, she let she skirt drop down to the floor and then stooped over to pick it up and laid it on the same chair with the rest of her clothes and also, Rich's.
They both came around to the couch and joined them. :
It felt rather cosey. All of them were sitting on the couch with their legs spread apart. It wasn't unpleasant.
Sal thought it felt good.
He was sitting beside Nina on the right and the big thick legs of Rich on the left of him.
Nina got up to fix some more drinks. Cynthia got up and went to help her if she could be of any help.
They got it together in a few minutes and soon they were all sipping from tall cold glasses of booze.
They started talking and rapping to each other again.
The conversations were still very enjoyable and interesting.
like the earlier conversations the three of them had heard together, no particular subject or topic was discussed, everything was talked about, generally or specifically, no matter how it was put into motion.
Those who cared to say anything about what had been said could feel very free to do so.
This again caused Sal to be reminded of Sharon.
Yes, see how I've become Sharon, little old sweet, sweet Sharon is my standard, all my records are according to her information.
I have no standing of my own, I can't get any.
If I had the guts I'd leave her and I'd really get married to someone like Nina.
I think I could really get along with her far, far better than I've ever gotten along with any rich woman.
Rich and Cynthia got up on the floor and started dancing to some music that Nina had on the phonograph.
It was something with a very modern beat.
Something Sal had never heard of.
All the other kids seemed to be familiar with it except him.
He sat and listened as they all three sang and hummed it as the two of them continued to dance to it.
There was one part where the music became very slow and sensual sounding.
The two of them started fucking straight up as they rubbed and slid their bodies together up and down.
Sal and Nina watched them as they put on a wild lustful show for them.
They took the spotlight with several positions that Sal had never seen.
Their dancing looks very good, he thought, I'll have to get some of them to teach me how to do it. I think I'd like that.
The dance they were doing was really very sensually exciting.
Most of the motions in the dance stem from some sort of sex urge and the main idea is to incorporate the idea you come up with into the idea your mate comes up with for an integral whole.
Rich and Cynthia had mastered the art of the integration of motion quite well.
Rich and Cynthia kept dancing and going through the motions of fucking without really getting down with it.
Finally they both got so hot and bothered that they laid down on the floor and really went at it.
Nina and Sal sat there and watched them for a moment.
Then Nina started massaging the muscles of his legs and that heated him up right away.
All four of them were down on the floor wallowing wildly, back and forth and over and over on top of each other, all over the room.
They all ended side by side finally, with both of the men on the bottom.
They stopped for a minute.
Nina reached over and took hold of that big thick cock between Rich's legs and started sucking it.
Cynthia reached between Sal's thick hairy legs and pulled over his thick round thirteen inch cock and closed her hot anxious lips tightly around it.
The two men laying on their backs took the women's firm pointed tits in their hands and squeezed and petted them as caressingly and as passionately as they could.
Grunts and moans were heard from everyone as the game progressed.
On and on they went in this game and many other games.
They kept each other busy filled with frenzy and excitement and on the brink of coming for as long as they could.
The last thing they did was come.
No one really wanted to, they all had the idea that to come was to lose the original feeling.
So they kept going, on and on and on, for three days and two nights they kept this fucking marathon in full swing.
As soon as one of them would tire for a while the others would keep going until the tired one became all excited all over again.
On the third day they were completely drained of all their sexual urges and desires.
All of them fell asleep that day and didn't wake up until nearly ten o'clock that night.
After about three or four cups of coffee they all got up and got dressed and said goodbye to Nina and went home.
Sal was the last one to leave.
He stayed until last and said goodbye to Nina after the other two had left and then he left.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sal walked slowly down the streets toward his house and Sharon.
It was a very clear night.
There were thousands of stars in the sky, there must have been because he could see so many of them as bright as the lights that showed around the city where he could still see a sky full of stars.
It was nearing twelve thirty in the morning.
It had taken him nearly two hours to get here from Nina's house.
He had left there shortly before ten thirty.
The brilliantly shining moon fell in patches on the street and made the shadows seem like strange and grotesque figures as he approached them.
They gave him an eerie feeling like the sign of an impending bad omen.
Sal walked on the side of the street where the light of the moon cast no shadows.
The nearer he came to his house, the house where he had lived off Sharon for the past two and a half years, the more he could feel his feet getting heavier and his will growing weaker with every step he took.
He rounded the corner and headed down his block.
He tried to convince himself that the worst part of it was over.
He was hoping that she had gone out for the night and wouldn't be back until way after him, so he could be asleep when she got in.
Suddenly the thought of all the things he had done the past three days crossed his mind.
He remembered the good free conversations they put out in their wild nude rap sessions.
He remembered how free he felt, and how much he felt like those people he was with.
All of them. Rich, Cynthia, and especially Nina.
Oh, how he longed to be with them always, instead of walking down this street on the way back to the judge's chamber.
Those hideous blue walls.
Her simpering, whining, pandering.
The constant badgering and bothering.
Suddenly a frightening thought crossed his mind. Maybe she became so lonely that she killed herself and he would be blamed for it.
And even though he had witnesses to prove where he was, when they asked him what they were doing there and he couldn't tell the truth, it would be the same as not having a witness at all.
Despite the thoughts he was easing out, he was still walking in that general direction and before he realized it, he was standing in front of the door.
He took his key from his pocket and unlocked the door.
He pushed the door open and stuck his head inside.
Everything was quiet.
There wasn't the sound of the smallest appliance running.
He stepped inside and closed the door.
He walked down the hall to the bedroom and peered in through the door.
The room was empty. She was nowhere in sight.
He walked into the next room and all through the house.
He found nothing, no indication of where she might have gone.
He went back in the bedroom somewhat relieved.
He didn't have to endure an immediate open confrontation with her, and that was good as far as he could tell.
He could always take care of himself when he got a chance to have a little edge.
He didn't really have an edge but he was going to try to create one.
He was still a little worried about where she was and why she didn't leave some sort of note.
She usually did whenever he went off and stayed for any length of time before.
He'd even spent more than three days away from her before and she didn't seem to be upset at all about that.
He started to remove his clothes and get into something a bit more relaxing.
When he finished changing he walked back into the living room.
He went over to the bar and poured himself a straight glass of scotch.
He downed it in two swallows and then poured out another.
He drank the next one with a little less haste.
He took his drink and sat down on the couch and leaned his head back.
This was an old habit of his.
He didn't really know when it started but ever since he could remember he had done it when he was annoyed by some problem that he couldn't figure out.
He closed his eyes and let them roll around beneath the tired lids.
He tried to think about all the things that had gone through his mind, the past few days.
The harder he tried to think of some constructive ideas or a worthwhile plan, the less able he was to formulate some conclusions from all that he had seen, heard or felt.
His brain was overloaded with the immediate problem, as usual.
And he was unable to do anything but think about where she could be.
Not because he missed her. He was quite happy that she was not there.
The main thing that worried him was trying to figure out what the hell she was up to.
I was really a stupid son of a bitch, he thought to himself, to ever have gotten mixed up with this kookie broad in the first place.
He slumped as far down in the couch as he could force himself.
He sat there in the dark for a long time.
He thought and brooded over every problem he could recall that they had ever had between them.
He weighed and evaluated each and every situation and always came out the loser.
Finally he heard the key turning in the door.
Sharon stepped in, drunker than she had ever been before to his knowledge.
Her clothes were all messed up and she was bumping into every piece of furniture in the house.
She didn't see him when she first came in because he was slumped so far down, and all the lights in the house were turned out.
Sharon managed after a while to find the switch by the door right at the entrance to the living room.
As she switched on the lights she seemed a bit pleased and surprised to see him sitting there looking back at her as she came closer to him.
She walked over to him very slowly and deliberately, and sat down with a devilish look in her eyes.
She had spoken not a word to him yet, from the time she had come in.
Softly as a fairy's kiss she planted her soft lips on his cheek and kissed him gently.
Then she put her trembling arms around him and squeezed him real tight.
Sal sat there on the couch not knowing whether he should jump up and run out of the house for good, or stay and talk to her before he made any decisions.
He decided to stay and try to talk to her before he made any decision at all about anything.
She remained sitting down beside him and began taking off her clothes.
He sat back on the couch and watched as she took them off one by one.
She started with her gloves, her white kid gloves. She pulled each of them off, one at a time, and let them fall to the floor.
All the while she was stripping for him, she kept looking at him with a wild lecherous gleam in her slightly bloodshot eyes.
She was now removing the second glove, her hat and coat already lying in a heap on the floor right next to her where she sat on the couch.
She gleefully tossed the gloves on the stack and folded her arms and sat back on the couch and looked at him with that gleam shining all over her face.
After a few minutes rest she reached for the next articles of clothing to come off and join the ever-growing stack of belongings.
She took all the strands of a many-stranded necklace in her right hand and unsnapped it with her left, as she sang a few bars of "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend."
She held her arm straight out with the necklace dangling loosely from her fingers, and dropped it on the pile.
With this gesture she spoke her first words to him. "I want you to fuck me lover, like you've never fucked me before."
She kept repeating this phrase to him over and over again as she went through this slow-motion strip-tease.
Forgetting all the clothes she had on, she stood up to take off her skirt, actually she made several tries, before' she finally made it. But finally she was on her feet.
After a few tugs and yanks at the zipper and the buttons that fastened it in the rear, it came sliding off her waist and fell to the floor.
She looked as though she had given it up several times, but finally she was successful.
She managed to maintain her balance rather well after the skirt hit the dust. At least good enough to walk over and stand in front of Sal.
There she stood in front of him, still fully clothed from the waist up, except for her hat, which she had taken off first of all.
He looked up at her as she stood there looking like a lost little rag doll, weaving back and forth as she tried to keep her balance.
She bent down to kiss him this .time, and nearly lost her balance and fell on him.
He helped her up, and she walked over to the bar, just a few normal steps from the couch. She took quite a long time this time, though. She usually could walk from the couch to the bar in about two or three seconds. Tonight it took her a good five minutes just to get there and still another five to get back so she could be fucked to death after she finished taking off her clothes. If she ever remembered what she was doing.
She arrived at the bar and reached for a glass and poured herself a large drink, straight scotch, in a highball glass.
With this she turned around and headed back for her spot on the couch and sat down.
She set the glass of scotch down on the floor as she bent forward to look into Sal's deep blue eyes.
She looked into them a while and raised back up. "Eyes," she said. That was all she said.
She picked her glass up again after a moment of silence and took a big swallow. She leaned way forward again when she set it down, not knowing where the floor was in relationship to the glass, and nearly spilled it. She let go of it while it was slightly tilted to the side and wasn't all the way down to the floor.
She noticed it in time, though, and took steps to correct it.
When she was satisfied that the glass was really on solid ground this time, she let go of it and leaned back in her seat.
She raised her right leg slightly and tugged at the toe of her stocking, trying to pull it off. She finally managed to get the stocking off. She put a run in it from the toe all the way to the thigh band.
She tossed it on the stack of clothes still building up in the center of the floor and looked a little disappointed that she had put a run in it.
She had planned a special strategy for the removal of her second stocking.
She let her foot remain on the floor and she stayed in her seat.
She bent down from her waist in a sitting position, nearly sinking to the floor because she slid between her widespread knees. She tried to reach around to the back of her stocking and pull it down from the thigh band just a little way above the knee.
She caught hold of it with her left hand and slowly managed to pull it all the way off without running even a single seam in this one.
She sat up straight on the couch again after that, bringing her glass of straight scotch with her.
As she sat up and laughed at herself, she realized that she hadn't removed any of her upper garments. She frowned a little at the thought that she had forgotten, and took a quick sip of her scotch. As she sat the glass back down on the floor she spilled it this time, all of it.
She managed to get up again and somehow stagger over to the bar and get another one. This time she poured it in an old-fashioned glass, half full. Old-fashioned glasses seem to have more bottom.
Once having filled the glass and holding it securely in her hand, she turned around on her own power, kind of, and made her way back by the large whiskey spot on the rug, right back to where she had been sitting, and sat down.
With another sip of straight scotch under her belt, she set the glass down again and tried to take off her blouse. She looked down at it and began unbuttoning it. She managed to get all the buttons loose.
She then raised an arm and tried to push the blouse off of her with the other hand. After a few minutes she made it.
Sal had been watching this and wasn't quite sure how to take it. He didn't know what to do about it. She could usually control any situation. He couldn't really imagine her as he saw her now, in a hundred years.
He was getting bored with the whole show and didn't really want to be bothered with her anyway. He had enjoyed himself for the past three days without her and he wasn't about to spoil all that by letting her kiss and make out all over him and start all the same old problems again.
He decided to stay and watch her so that she didn't have an accident and hurt herself.
She was now trying to remove her other sleeve from her arm. She had already tried pushing that one off too, but it didn't really seem to work.
Finally after one great hard try she made it. It was off.
She now had all of her outer clothes off and all that remained were her undergarments.
She pulled them off as soon as she noticed they were there.
She was completely naked now, and sprawled out in front of him, and repeated those same words to him that she had used before. "I want you to fuck me, lover, like you never did before."
Sail looked at her as she lay there on the couch stripped nude. His first thought was total disgust. Then his mind changed and he was just a little sick at the sight of the whole thing.
He picked up her clothes from the floor and walked out of the room.
She raised her heavy head for a moment and saw him walking away from her, but she thought that he was just putting away her clothes and would be back as soon as he finished.
Sal walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He hoped she would stay out there or let him stay out there himself if she decided to sleep in the bedroom.
He sat down on the bed and waited to see what would happen. He listened for sounds of any sort and heard nothing at all. He knew that she wouldn't give up anything that easily. At least not without a fight.
He listened to the sounds again and sure enough he heard her sliding around in the living room, still knocking over things and bumping into them.
He opened the door so that he could hear her if she fell or stumbled over something.
Finally she came bursting into the room in a wild spurt of energy, still as drunk as she could be.
She rushed toward him and stretched out her arms as she did so. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and clung to him like a sack of potatoes.
Sal backed away from the door, with her still clinging to him.
He laid her down on the bed and tried to take her hands from around his neck, but she was holding on as tight as she could in her drunken condition, and wouldn't let him go.
He was starting to become a little angry at her as he leaned over her, lying there on the bed.
He wanted to tear her arms from around his neck and shove her down on the bed and leave the room. He knew that she didn't really know what she was doing, so he controlled his feelings a little and tried a different approach.
He leaned down very close to her and whispered in her ear that he was going to get undressed and come to bed with her if she would let him go.
She didn't seem to believe him at first, but after a few more words, he managed to convince her that he was really planning to do it.
Finally she let him go and he was free of her clutches.
He raised himself up from the bed and stood for a second or two just looking down at her as she lay there, still and silent, looking up at him.
He went over to the closet and started taking off his clothes, preparing to go to bed with her. He looked back at the still form of her limp body as he took off his clothes.
Wild thoughts of lust and excitement went through him as he thought of her helpless form there on the bed.
He felt somehow strangely excited and aroused as he turned away from the closet and walked back to the bed.
He looked down at her once again as she spread her long slim legs in anticipation of the act they were about to begin. The sight of her soft smooth helpless body on the bed before him seemed to add to his already excited lust and made him more anxious than before.
The moment he mounted the bed and let his body down against hers, she began to bounce beneath him, and buck her hips up to him.
He stuck his cock into her quivering cunt and started pounding it hard between the jaws of her pulsating, contracting cavity.
She tore at his back with her long slender fingers. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as the motion of their two bodies increased and the passion between them mounted.
Sal drove his huge, hot, throbbing cock into her juicy cunt with a mad lustful hate. His passion was pure hate. He plunged his long rock-hard love tool deep into her cavity, thrusting with all his might.
The moans and loud passionate sighs she uttered to him as he drove that thick long love muscle deeper and deeper into her made the feeling rise higher and higher.
Her firm round pink tits jutted up to him, and stuck into his hard hairy chest. He took both of them in his hands and squeezed them, from the base of the soft yielding mound to the tip of the soft pink nipples.
Her face contorted and twisted with a wild look of pleasure and excitement as the sensation of his rough fingers upon her flesh excited her.
She moaned and sighed with loud excited pleasure.
Sal thrust his cock into her with more and more violence, as she took his every thrust with wild and frenzied desire.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist so that her cunt was closer to the pounding of his hot excited tool.
Sal raised himself slightly, to give him more room to drive his tool into her.
The rustle of the bed, the soft muffled sounds of their flesh as it pounded and slid together, fused and combined with the sounds of moans and panting that the two of them made.
The room was filled with the sound of sex and passion.
Sal's feelings of hate and anger were all gone now, and just the feeling of strong lust and passion flowed wildly through his excited frenzied emotions.
He gripped her tightly around the waist and raised her up slightly. He humped his body and pounded harder and harder into her quivering slit.
Her cries of pleasure increased and became a loud scream as she reached her climax. Her body tossed and thrashed with fury beneath him as his powerful body drove his stiff throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her hot slithery cunt.
Sal could feel the slickness of her cunt as her come filled her cunt and rose to the top and spilled over the hot quivering lips and ran down onto the bed.
Sal continued to pound and thrust his huge cock back and forth into her as he too began to feel the rising pressure of his own inner pleasures.
He raised himself up from her a little way and pushed his cock into her with more and more pressure.
He felt the head of his cock as it began to grow harder and harder as the come pushed its way up from the depths of his hard undulating balls.
like an erupting volcano his white hot liquid shot forth and filled her tight hot cavity.
He grunted and squeezed her tits wildly and passionately as it shot forth from him in great spurts of pleasure and ecstasy.
His body trembled and shook wildly as he continued to thrust his spurting cock into her cunt until the last spurt of hot burning come shot forth into the opening.
She moaned and sighed as the last burning spurts shot from his cock and into her quivering cunt.
Sal was panting wildly and his whole body was jerking from the thrills and pleasure he felt.
He lay still on top of her, his cock still deep inside her, for several moments after he had shot his final load.
He could feel the pounding slowly soften into a low throbbing as the passionate arousal of their two bodies relaxed and died away.
When he felt the throbbing grow as faint as he thought it could get, he pulled his cock out of her and lay on his back next to her.
Sharon was already falling asleep as he rolled off and folded his arm over his head.
He laid beside her for some time, before he fell asleep. He thought about the two of them and of how they lived. There seemed to be some strange thought brewing inside him that he couldn't really put his finger on at the moment, but he knew that he had to do something about his life and the way he was living.
He finally fell asleep, after what seemed like hours.
The next morning they woke at about the same time. Sharon couldn't remember anything about what she had done the night before.
She asked him about where he had been for the past three days and what time he came in the night before.
Sal answered her as honestly as he could. He told her that he had stayed with a friend because he didn't want to talk about the things they had been talking about for the past few days and he felt that was the best thing to do.
She looked at him sadly for a moment, then her face cleared up and she smiled at him.
He didn't really know if he appreciated that smile or not, though. It was a strange smile and it was really a rather sad expression.
They talked for a few more minutes about what else he had done and what had happened there while he was gone.
Then they finally got out of bed and dressed.
Sharon handed him a pad as he started putting on his clothes. It had a few names and telephone numbers on it.
She didn't-say much about them when she gave the pad to him but he could see that she didn't like the idea of him receiving messages from other people there, and especially from other women.
As a matter-of-fact, as long as they had been together, he had never been able to receive other calls or letters that she didn't know sbout.
He had always been careful enough not to let it happen before, but lately he didn't really care if she didn't like it, and didn't really bother to keep it from happening.
Things went along nearly as usual for the next few days. They had no arguments. Sharon seemed to be extra nice to him and she seemed to be reasonably in good spirits and happy.
They even went out several times together and had a lovely time together.
These few days stretched into two weeks. Sal was still thinking an awful lot about the way he felt about his feelings of freedom and the way he was still living. He had come to the conclusion he really didn't want to live like that any more. He wanted to live in a way that he could be happier, and have more fun with the things he did, and be able to really enjoy himself and others.
He knew he had been feeling this for a long time but up until just a few weeks ago he never had an idea of how to go about it.
Finally after several weeks of thinking about it and planning his actions carefully, he decided to do it. He was going to leave Sharon and go out on his own and live for himself. He didn't really know how he was going to do it at first but he was going to start at the beginning and do whatever he had to to survive.
The beginning was first of all getting away from Sharon and not being dependent on any other person like that again.
There seemed to be something in his nature that made all this seem so bad, so confining and so degrading.
He didn't know whether Sharon would be hurt or not, but he knew that he had to do it anyway, for himself and not because of anyone else.
He had several friends who had a place for him to stay until he could find his own and he was willing to do that and get away from some of the things that he couldn't live with any more.
He called several of his friends on the phone and talked to them about putting him up for a few days if he didn't find a place to stay right away. So that was all settled and the next move was up to him to make, any time he wanted to.
A few days after he had really decided to do it, he thought it best to tell Sharon he was going to leave, rather than just to walk out on her.
One morning, the day before he planned to really move his things out, he sat down with her at the breakfast table and told her what his plans were and what he was going to do about them.
He told her that he was going to move the following day and there was nothing she could say to him right then that could make him change his mind.
He had expected a great outburst of tears or some sort of emotional display, but there was none.
She sat calmly across from him at the table and listened to everything he told her and when he was finished she nodded and said that she wished him luck in whatever he did.
She told him that she was very fond of him and hoped that she would see him every once in a while.
He said he would probably be around to say hello, every so often, and to see how she was doing.
They finished breakfast with very little talking.
When they were done Sal got up and started getting his things together.
He had very little to move anyway, he thought, as he walked through the house collecting the few things that were his. He packed them into the empty suitcases that he had in the large closet that was his.
His entire worldly possessions filled three suitcases; one medium sized one and two large ones.
He stacked them neatly in the corner of the closet alongside his overnight case.
He went into the living room and sat down on the couch for a while.
Everything that he had to do was done except for the finding of a place to stay.
He wished he could stay there till he found one but knew that it would be impossible for himself and also for Sharon.
He called one of his buddies and made arrangements to move m there the next day, sometime in the afternoon.
Having completed the entire thing so far, he felt like having a drink.
He walked over to the bar and poured himself a straight scotch and went back to the couch and sat down.
He was feeling a little nervous and excited about the whole thing and needed something to steady his nerves. He took a long sip of the scotch and swallowed slowly. He could feel it as it flowed down his throat and all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
After the second drink the effect was already visible. He was already growing a little dizzy and he could feel the stimulation of the alcohol all through his body.
A little pang of sadness came over him as he sat and thought about what he had decided to do. He knew that he really liked Sharon as a person. She was really an admirable person. He felt that he would really miss some of the nice times and fun things they had together.
The thought of the first few weeks they were together kept running through his mind. They had been some of the most pleasurable times in his life.
Now it was all a memory and had to remain a memory from then on.
He began to think of the real reasons he had to get away from there and his sad feelings of melancholia went away.
He tried to think of something to do to get his mind off of all these things for a while. He felt he needed to do something besides sit around and drink. And think.
He called Nina, but nobody answered the phone. He tried several of his other friends, but no one he called was at home.
He had finished the scotch he poured so he went over to the bar and poured himself another one.
He paced nervously back and forth around the room with his halffull glass in his hand, trying to decide what to do besides sit in the house all day. Several thoughts popped into his head from time to time, but he didn't really have much interest in any of them and forgot them as fast as he thought of them.
He finally came up with the idea of going to a movie. He remembered that there was a movie he wanted to see playing someplace and he hadn't seen a movie in a long time.
He found the most recent newspaper that was in the house and scanned the movie section. He checked the shows where it was playing, looking for the nearest one in Manhattan.
The only listing he found for the city was a show on Forty-Second Street. He decided to go see it.
He was ready in no time and left the house.
When he got there the show was just about to begin. He walked in and found a seat in the balcony, so he could smoke, and settled back to watch.
He watched the movie very seriously as it started. It was a very good movie.
As he let himself become involved in it he was not fully aware of what was happening around him. Though he could see someone moving out of the corner of his eye, he didn't really know what they were doing, nor was he terribly concerned with it. He turned his head finally, out of sheer curiosity, in the direction where the distraction was taking place.
The balcony of the theatre was nearly empty that night. There must have been no more than eight or ten people sitting spaced out over the entire area.
As he turned his head to see what was going on just to the right of him and one row down. He saw two people spread out lengthwise over about three seats.
It seemed to him that one person was on top of the other, moving his body up and down. He looked a little closer and was sure of it this time. They were fucking.
He turned his head and tried to watch the movie for fear of getting excited himself, but as hard as he tried he couldn't really keep from looking over in that direction almost continually.
The longer he looked at them the more he could feel himself becoming aroused. His cock was beginning to get hard and throb a little against his thigh as it was pressed on by his tight pants.
Sal became more and more involved in what was going on in the seats, until he got up and moved a little closer so that he could see a little better.
He moved closer several times until finally he was sitting directly behind them. The fact that he was so close didn't seem to bother them at all. They kept right on going as if he wasn't there.
He had forgotten about the movie altogether now and was watching them as hard as he could.
The woman had her dress up over her waist and was lying on the bottom.
The man seemed to have his pants pulled almost off, but he was covered with a long raincoat he was wearing.
Sal could feel his cock as it expanded to its full size inside his pants. It slid roughly against the stiff material of his pants as it stretched out and slid down his leg. He stroked it as it throbbed and jumped beneath the coarse material. He ran his hand up and down it, feeling it jump and jerk with ever greater jerks as his hot moist hand slid over it.
When the pressure of the material became too much for him to bear, he slid down the zipper and pulled it out and let it jump and jerk in the open.
The two people in front of him were finishing now. It seemed that they had both come and the pounding had stopped and the only thing that was heard was the sound of heavy panting from the man.
After a while they sat up in their seats. The man fumbled with his pants for a few minutes, and then got up and left.
Sal expected that he was going to come back eventually, so he just sat there stroking his throbbing cock and pretending he was looking at the movie, although his thoughts had been long distracted from the screen.
The woman had been watching him, slyly, every once in a while as he stroked his cock between his legs. Finally she got up out of her seat and crossed over the seats and sat down beside him.
He continued to stroke his cock but he didn't make it as obvious as it had been before.
The woman sat beside him for a long time, pretending she was watching the movie too, and watching him out of the corner of her eye as he began to stroke his cock more obviously now.
Finally Sal moved his hand that was hiding his huge hard cock and let it stick straight out in front of him.
The woman next to him turned her head as soon as he let it go and looked right at it. She moaned softly as she saw the size of it.
Sal moved his arm up to his armrest so the throbbing and jerking of his cock could be seen as she looked at it.
She reached over and took his cock in her hand, and played with it.
Sal felt the warm moist feeling around his cock, and his body trembled a little.
She slid the skin backward and forward as she became more and more excited.
Sal stopped her and made her slow down by taking hold of her hand and holding it as she moved it. He was already very excited, from playing with himself all that time, and was about to come already.
Seeing how hot he was and feeling his cock throbbing so rapidly, the woman could hardly sit still. She was shaking all over, her hands were trembling as they clung to his hot, throbbing cock and squeezed his big round balls.
Finally, she could not stand the anxiety any longer. She had to have his cock right then. She knelt down in front of him as far as she could kneel and took up his hot throbbing tool slowly into her mouth, trembling and moaning as she did so.
Sal leaned back in the seat so that his cock and balls wouldn't be pressed together between his thighs as she sucked his cock.
She shoved her mouth down over his big-hard-cock very slowly, licking and sucking every inch of it as she slid it further up into her mouth.
When all of his cock was nearly in her mouth, she thrust her head hard down upon it and forced it back into her hot tight sensitive throat.
Sal spread his legs as wide apart as he could get them, feeling the sensation of pleasure as her hot lips licked and sucked his hot burning cock.
She got between his legs and took his big round balls in her mouth and sucked and licked them until he thought he was going wild with pleasure. Her soft pink tits were touching his legs and knees as she lapped and licked his cock. She unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled them out so he could play with them.
He slid his hands down his legs and took them both between his fingers. He squeezed them firmly and teased the sensitive nipples with his strong masculine fingers.
She grunted and moaned and pushed her head all the way down on his huge throbbing cock as she felt the sensation of his fingers as they squeezed and pinched her soft smooth pink tits.
One of her hands was stuck way under her body, and she was sticking her fingers in her cunt as she licked and sucked his hot round cock and balls.
He came like an explosion his hot burning come juice shot from the head of his cock nearly drowning her as it shot forth into her moist watering mouth.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning Sal was up very early and was all ready to go by the time he was to leave.
He didn't speak to Sharon very much that morning. Neither one of them seemed to be in the mood for talking.
He had breakfast before she got up and was busy with the final details of his packing when she did get up.
She spent most of her time in the study when she did get out of bed, keeping busy by taking care of things she had let go undone for a long time.
Finally it was time to leave and the cab was out side blowing for him.
Getting up from the couch he grabbed his things and rushed out to the cab and shoved them in. He came back to get the rest of the bags and said his final goodbye to Sharon and was gone.
The cab pulled up in front of his new but temporary address in no time after it had picked him up at Sharon's. He paid the driver and tipped him and started taking out his bags.
The driver helped him carry them to the door. He pushed the button and waited for the buzzer to sound. He pushed open the door as the buzzer sounded and went in. Leaving two of the bags at the entry he carried the other two up the flight of stairs and into the living room.
His friend came out of another room and helped him bring up the other ones.
Roy, his friend, and the person with whom he would be staying for a while, showed him where to put his things and they sat down to have a drink.
Sal filled him in on what happened between him and Sharon and why he decided to move out. They both chuckled a bit at that.
Sal also told him that he was in the market for a job and asked him to let him know if he knew of anything or if he heard of anything in the future.
He had enough money saved up to get him through a few months, but he didn't want to just depend on that.
The two of them had a few more drinks and talked a bit about what they were going to do that night. This was Sal's first night as a free man and they both thought that he should celebrate.
Roy mentioned several places that he thought would be fun and interesting. Sal decided on the one he would go to and they were all set.
Sal spent the rest of the early part of the afternoon getting his things in shape and fixing up the room he would be sleeping in. He unpacked all his clothes and hung them up so that they wouldn't get wrinkled, shined all of his shoes and took his soiled things to the laundry and the cleaners.
By the time Sal had finished with all of these chores it was nearly seven o'clock. He stopped and had dinner with Roy and they talked more about where they were going that night.
After dinner they started getting ready to go. They were ready to leave about nine-thirty.
The place that Roy had suggested was not too far from where they lived. They decided to walk and got there in about ten or fifteen minutes.
There wasn't a huge crowd there when they got there, but the place was pretty groovy already. They both stood at the bar and ordered their drinks. They watched the different people as they came through the door and took their places all around the room.
The time seemed to pass very fast before they knew it. It was now twelve o'clock. The crowd was quite large now and everyone was beginning to get a little bombed.
They had moved to a table in a corner of the room with some more of their friends, who had come in sometime during the night.
All five of them were enjoying themselves as they sat and drank and talked about various things. This joking and merrymaking continued until around three-thirty.
Roy suggested that they all come over to his place then and finish the drinking there. They all agreed and off they went.
The same merrymaking was continued as they stepped into Roy's apartment. Roy mixed the first round of drinks for them and they were on their own after that.
The group consisted of three girls and Sal and Roy. There was Shirley, a tall very attractive blonde. She was hot for Roy once upon a time, real hot. There was Gene, a short petite sex goddess that loved to fuck and suck till she couldn't get any more-a bit of a nymph; and Kay, a relatively new comer to the crowd. She had been out with Roy a few times but they never got down to much of anything. There was always someone else who came up at the wrong time and stopped the action for them.
All five of them were swingers though. And, as the party got under way that fact became more and more obvious to all of them.
Sal and Gene started it off. They had been sitting at the far end of the couch making out for quite some time. Roy and the other two girls had been busy talking on a subject they were mutually interested in and hadn't really paid much attention to them.
Suddenly they noticed that they were taking off their clothes and hugging and kissing each other all over. They were soon naked and Sal was eating her cunt. Really getting down in there. She was starting to get warmed up as his hot, moist tongue kept pounding and lashing at the hot, throbbing slash of her cunt.
She started panting and moaning each time he stuck his hot, throbbing tongue into her hot, slithery, churning cunt.
She began to moan and sigh from the pleasure of his hot lips as they rubbed back and forth against the hairy lips of her female cavity.
Her body shifted from side to side as the thrill and pleasure shot through all parts of her body through that slithery opening.
Gene was laying on her back. Her legs were spread out wide. Sal was crouched between them leaning on his hands and letting his head bounce up and down as he thrust his hot, dripping tongue deeper and deeper into her hot, sensitive cunt.
Roy and Kay joined them on the floor soon. And Shirley joined as soon as she got her clothes off.
All five of them rolled and tossed and teased each other as they sucked and lapped and tasted the pleasures of lust and passion.
Roy's head was deep in Shirley's hot, twitching cunt as he squeezed Gene's big, firm tits.
Shirley was lying beneath Sal. Her head was between his legs and his huge cock was pointing madly away in her mouth. She choked and coughed a little from the size of it but she managed to take every throbbing inch of it in her mouth.
Kay was sucking Roy's cock while he ate her hot cunt. They sucked and lapped each other's sex organs until they shook and shivered with passion and frenzy.
The pleasure that they felt seemed to spread to all of them. The moans and sighs that were at first soft and muffled became passionately loud and strong.
Shirley was shoving her hand deep into her cunt, teasing the inner walls with her hot, moist fingers as she pushed her mouth further around Sal's hot, throbbing cock.
The whole group got together and turned it into a complete free for all. Sal and Roy kept ah three women occupied at the same time.
As Sal was fucking Gene, he was eating Shirley. Roy was fucking Kay and pulling both of her firm soft yielding tits as he held one of the nipples of Shirley's tits in his hot mouth.
Sal and Roy were both lying on the floor now with all three women on top of them, eating, sucking, playing and teasing them with every wild thing they knew how to use.
Both of them were throbbing with pleasure and excitement as the three women pulled and pawed and sucked their cocks as they laid there pulling tits, eating cunt, and squeezing and feeling every part of the soft female bodies they could touch.
They were all panting and groaning and whining from the pleasure of the wild orgiastic sensation that pervaded the room as they rolled and tossed and slid over each other.
Their mad passion grew higher and higher until it reached explosion level. All of them came at once lying in a mad heap in the center of the floor, twisting, grunting, thrashing and wallowing all over each other.
The five of them fell asleep right there on the floor where they were laying in the same spots as they finished coming in.
After that first night, things went along in a more quiet manner for a while.
Sal spent a great deal of his time during the day in search of some sort of job, and Roy busied himself with his many projects and creations.
Sal's gradual depression about finding a job began to tell on him soon after the first month that he was away from Sharon.
He still had enough money to keep him for another several months but he was becoming bored with nothing to do the same way he was at Sharon's.
He started roaming around town every night after he got home from seeking a job all day. He visited nearly every bar he came to, and he would sit and drink with everyone who came in and talked to him. He would spend time talking to rich women that spent money on him but never let his association get any further than a one time hop into the bed and that was it. He had quite a few offers to be sponsored by the women he met but he would always turn them down flatly and move on to a different territory. Always making sure that he remained free of obligation and able to do what he wanted.
He and Roy were always having several girls over about once or twice a month for an orgy too. Sometimes they would have guys and girls over for a real big one. These kinds always lasted for a few days as the others of about three or four other people were only one nighters.
Sal liked the one nighters. best because the two and three day sex marathons always drained him of all his strength and energy.
Finally after looking for about two and a half months Sal found a job as an advertising accounts manager. He would have charge of two hundred advertising accounts and would be responsible for collection of bills for these accounts as well as choosing the best advertising media.
He was hired as soon as he finished his interview. He was to report to work the following Monday. He left the office feeling very proud of himself. For the first time that he could remember since he was a boy, he really felt proud of himself.
He could hardly wait the remaining three days and the weekend to go to work. That Monday, he was up at six all dressed and ready to go. His appointment was not until nine-thirty but he wanted to really be ready and on time.
The time finally came for him to leave and he dashed out the door and down the street. He caught a cab almost at once and was in front of the building in no time.
His first day was a breeze as he sat through a half day of orientation and was left to himself the rest of the day to get acquainted with the rest of the staff and look over his accounts.
He worked very diligently for weeks and weeks and whipped his accounts into perfect shape. The job was done so well that his boss came down to see him personally.
One evening near four thirty he got a call from the head office. The person on the other end of the phone told him that the boss would like to have a talk with him that evening, at six thirty. That was a little bit late for him, but since it was the boss, he agreed.
At six thirty that evening there he sat at his desk waiting for the boss to show up. Everyone had left and gone home an hour and a half ago.
He waited patiently still checking on some of his accounts when the boss walked in.
Suddenly as he looked up to see what time it was, he noticed a well-dressed woman about his own age standing in the doorway watching him.
He stood up and introduced himself. She approached him and said that she was the boss.
He looked a little surprised at first but then he quickly collected his reserve and realized she really was the boss. This pleased him, and he smiled a little.
They talked about the work for a while and then about himself, and finally she told him a little bit about herself.
They were sitting rather close together, as he had been going through some of the trouble accounts with her and they were both looking in the large ledgers that held these accounts.
Now as they sat there just talking in general, Sal was suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was strangely attracted to her. He tried to conceal it at first, but was unable to keep his emotions from reacting in their true fashion.
Soon he was sweating a little and the palms of his hands were very moist and clammy. He felt his shirt collar growing tighter and he began to choke a little. He swallowed in an attempt to ease the feeling.
He watched her closely to see if he could notice any signs of attraction to him in her. At first he didn't think he saw any, but as she continued to talk to him, he noticed that she too was a bit nervous and was trying to hide the fact that she was slightly flush in the face.
Sal decided to try something. He sat forward in his chair till he was almost touching her shoulder with his head and continued to talk.
She acted a little uncomfortable and squirmed a little in her chair.
He reached out and touched her hand, pretending it was accidental. He expected her to shrink back into her seat and blush. Instead she sat perfectly still and pretended nothing happened.
This action puzzled him. He didn't really know what to do from this point on.-
He leaned back in his chair and studied her as the conversation continued, and took on a new flavor.
She changed her position crossing her legs so that he could look a considerable way up her dress, a very short miniskirt, all the way to the ruffled edges of her panties.
The sight of her pink slender thigh, and the soft flesh of her upper leg made him become more excited.
His cock began to get harder and harder as he sat there and tried to continue the conversation and only thinking about her hot soft flesh.
His hard cock was now plainly visible through the imprint of the huge head beneath the material of his pants.
He watched her as her eyes shot down to the spot between his legs and then back up to his face.
She stared at him for a moment without saying anything. Then she looked back down to his big cock that was now throbbing and jumping rapidly against his thick hard thigh.
Her face was now completely flush and her eyes were very brilliant. She breathed in a more excited manner than she had before. She swallowed and cleared her throat as she looked again into his face and out into the blank empty space of the entire office.
The hot driving passion of desire was rising in both of them.
Sal was looking at her eyeing her from head to foot. Thinking and imagining the pleasures that her slim smooth body could give him. He reached out his hand to her and touched her on the knee.
She didn't move. She just sat there looking away from him. She seemed to be watching to see what he was going to do. He thought as he stood up over her.
He reached down as he stood up and slid his hand beneath the material of her low cut dress, and slid his big thick fingers over her soft smooth flesh.
She shivered a little from the excitement of his hot rough fingers, as they touched the firm, throbbing base of her upturned tits.
His hand shook nervously as his fingers groped for the soft nipples at the tip of those soft yielding mounds.
She shivered more violently now as his strong hot fingers gripped the firm little nipples and squeezed them. She sighed softly and made little grunting sounds, as he slid his fingers from one side of her breast to the other.
Sal was throbbing all over when his fingers finally slid from the top of her blouse.
He pulled her close to him and pressed his hot lips firmly but gently against her, already open mouth. The passion and ecstasy that rose from this union filled both of them with pleasure and excitement.
It was now very dark outside and the streetlights were going on, as he walked over to the light switch and put the whole office in darkness as he planned this task of more pleasurable and more rewarding part of his duty to his employer.
As he walked back to her in the dimly lit room being illuminated only by the outside street lights, she appeared to be completely nude. She had removed her skirt and dress and was standing in front of him wearing only her panties and bra.
Sal took off his clothes and laid them on the chair at his desk.
He stood her up on the desk in front of him and slowly slid her underpants down as he kissed the flesh of her hot trembling belly as the pants slid off her and dropped to the floor around her ankles.
He slid his hot trembling tongue along the base of her belly and down the center of her mound of fur until it touched the hot, moist opening of her hot, moist cunt lips.
He slowly and passionately slid his tongue down under the hair at the top of her hot cunt and slid it around right at the opening of her hot slit.
She moaned and shook as she stood there before him on the desk, her long slender legs spread wide apart as she shivered and bucked from the excitement of his hot roaming tongue.
Sal reached up to her tits and slid the bra off and dropped it to rest on the chair with the rest of the things. He took both her firm hot throbbing tits in his hands and began to squeeze and stroke those soft mounds of flesh as she clawed and scratched wildly and feverishly at his thick masculine back.
She threw her head back and clutched it with both hands as his teasing became more and more exciting.
Her entire body was throbbing so violently that Sal could feel the vibration in his own body as her hot flesh touched his.
His huge cock was standing straight out from him now and he was throbbing too. He could feel the head of his big cock expand as it jerked and throbbed in its own rhythm.
Sal laid her naked trembling body down on the hard cold desk top and continued to lick and suck all over her. From one end to the other he licked and lapped and sucked.
All areas of her body were covered by his tireless lips and fingers.
She was moaning and sighing in deep heavy tones now as he licked her nude pink smooth body from top to bottom.
All her passions and emotions seemed to run together at once and she thrashed and bucked her body madly as in a rage of lust and desire as he bit down firmly on the hot tips of her firm throbbing pink nipples.
Sal got up on the desk and placed his hard throbbing hard cock in front of her lips as he slid his fingers into her hot throbbing cunt and moved them round and round the outer lips of her hot throbbing snatch.
She took his cock into her mouth anxiously and with wild desire. She sucked and lapped at his big throbbing tool until he could feel the tingling head almost burst with pleasure.
He lowered his body down on top of her as she sucked his hard, throbbing cock, and pressed his open lips firmly, but gently, against the opening of her hot, burning, quivering cunt.
As he thrust his tongue deep into her hot slit, he could feel the passion of lust take hold of him. His body was pounding and jerking in a wild and passionate fit of lust and excited desire. He felt the pressure of her hot lips as they squeezed and slid up and down around his stiff cock and felt the sensation of this thrill all through his taut, tense masculine body.
Moaning and deep, heavy animal sighs were mixed together with the sounds that their lips and tongues made as they lapped and sucked and slid across their hot throbbing flesh.
Sal felt a wild dizziness in his head as he thrust his hot tongue further and further into her hot throbbing slithery, quivering cunt.
The passion and thrill she felt was traveling through her body all the way from her head to her toes and then up through Sal's hot, passionate, throbbing body as he pressed his head deeper into her hot juicy, slithery opening.
Suddenly Sal felt her entire body grow tense and she began to shake violently and still remain stiff and tense. He knew that she was coming. He prepared himself to catch all of her sweet hot burning love liquid as it leapt from the deep recesses of her hot anxious body.
She squirmed and wiggled and purred softly like a bitch cat in the height of her heat. She flung her legs all about her and tossed herself from side to side.
He pressed his head deeper down between her legs as the come flowed in huge gushes from the innermost reaches of her hot throbbing come-filled cunt.
His tongue kept busy lapping and sucking for several minutes as he sucked and drank down every soothing drop of her hot burning sweet thick come juice.
Her tossing and thrashing continued for some time as the sensation and feelings of passions still flowed through her very strongly and with added thrills of great sensitivity. She was now wrapping her long thin legs tightly around his head and neck and pulling him down harder on her hot burning cavity. She clawed and dug her fingers into the hot thick hard flesh of his huge hairy thighs as she sucked his hot burning cock.
His passion and pleasure increased too as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and licked and lapped at his cock and thrust it all the way down into her throat.
She gagged and choked a little as his long hard tool pierced its way deep into the hot sensitive muscles of her hot tight throat.
As she shoved her head up hard again forcing his thick round cock into her throat, Sal felt the pressure of his lustful body rising in the preparation of relieving itself.
He then shoved his cock down into her throat at the same time as she thrust her head up, thrusting it even further into her hot heavily moist mouth.
Her gagging and choking grew louder with the added thrust of his powerful muscles.
His head spun round, his vision blurred and his muscles ached and throbbed with the excitement that was being felt all through his hot passionate body.
With one great frantic motion he raised himself up turned his body around and thrust his hard, throbbing cock into the fiery jaws of her hot tight juicy cunt. He thrust his tool into the hot, burning opening slowly and with great desire as she lay beneath him shivering and throbbing, from the wild and pleasurable feeling of his long hard cock as he slowly pressed it deeper and deeper into her slithery hot opening.
She sighed deeply as the hot burning cock slid its hot thick flesh over the hot sensitive lips of her waiting quivering, undulating, burning cunt. Her cunt was contracting more and more now as his huge cock slid further and further into her tight sensitive opening. The passion she felt shook her entire body and shivers of pleasure and excitement crept all over her.
She bucked her hips up to him as his long hard cock kept sliding slowly into her hot watering cavity.
Finally, with a great powerful shove of his ass, he thrust it all the way into her. He felt her whole body quiver as his balls slid against the slit of her ass and bounced back and forth as he began to pound his giant tool in and out of her hot burning slithery cunt.
She bucked her hot throbbing body up to him furiously as his big hard cock pounded again and again deep down into the inner passages of her most secret pleasures.
She cried out in loud cries of pleasure as he drove his long hot tool with all his hot anxious fury into her slithery pleading cunt.
She was taking every inch of his cock and he felt quite respectful of her as he felt his big round red head slide against her hot firm clit.
She screamed and threw her legs high in the air as his cock hit and rubbed against the hot sensitive cut. She bucked her hot hips more wildly and dug her long slender fingers deep into his muscular shoulder blades with a wild frantic passion.
Sal could feel himself getting ready to come and took both her tits in his hands and squeezed them, from the firm hot yielding base all the way up to the firm sensitive pink nipples.
She moaned and sighed greatly as her hot flesh slid against his spine and caused him to shiver all over with hot lustful pleasure.
He took hold of her two legs with his hot, moist hands and raised them high above his head, and spreading them out on each side of her so that he could get right up into her cunt with nothing between them but her hot fleshy smooth thighs.
He was pounding into her cunt with all the fury and passion that was in him. He felt the surge of his innermost desires rising up to the surface and was willing to satisfy them, right now, right here for all he was worth.
like the rumbling sound of the eruption of an ancient and powerful volcano his hot burning load exploded with white hot fury deep inside her twitching throbbing cunt.
She called out loudly in a high pitched sigh of pleasure as she felt his hot burning love juice shoot like a wild being into her hot cunt giving her a wild frenzied pleasure as it hit against the inner walls of her hot twitching cunt.
He throbbed and jerked and grunted loudly as it shot from his long hot throbbing tool.
The sensation of the pleasure he felt filled his entire body and made him shake and shiver with a wild delight of passion. He throbbed and quivered and jerked as he continued to pound his cock deeper and deeper into her hot slithery slit as the come continued to shoot from the head of it in great powerful thrusts.
She was coming now for a second time.
She could feel the reverberation of the inner walls as her hot twitching cunt again released its hot soothing pleasurable liquid and mixed it with his right in her tight cunt hole.
The added feeling of her hot slick come as it sloshed and mixed with his made him pound into her cunt more rapidly.
She screamed loudly as the hot liquid shot forth from the deep reaches of her sensual desirable passionate womanhood.
They both lay there for quite some time. Sal still pressed his cock deep inside her tight hot cunt.
Neither one of them said anything they just moaned and grunted of their total pleasure and satisfaction with each other.
They could both still feel the pleasure of their bodies lying there together and shivered at the slightest motion either of them made.
Their hearts were beating wildly and passionately as he covered her with his thick masculine frame and slowly rolled his body from side to side to continue the feeling of excitement and pleasure they were feeling.
Silently and passionately Sal leaned down and kissed her firmly on her lips, his tongue slid between her open lips and touched her hot moist tongue with pleasant soft caresses of excitement.
She thrust her tongue out to him as he pressed his into her hot anxious mouth both their tongues slid across each other and deep into the moist oral cavity of the other.
Sal rolled his head from side to side and all around her lips as he slid his tongue through the innermost reaches of her hot moist trembling mouth.
She closed her lips slightly and bit down on his hot moist tongue right on the lips as she moaned and grunted with passion and thrills from the sensation of her touch.
They finally lay still for a moment and soon Sal rolled off her and laid on the desk top beside her.
She raised up over him and leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth and started sucking it. She placed herself closer to it by turning her body around so that she was facing away from him but sitting straddling him, at about chest height. She spread her legs out behind her heading towards his face, and bent down and took his big throbbing cock again in her mouth and began to lick and suck it wildly.
Sal lay there on his back beneath her and did nothing. He felt every move and motion she made with her hot soothing lips as they slid up and down his hot dripping throbbing cock. The feeling of her hot moist flesh sliding back and forth over his hot throbbing tool made him shiver with pleasure and great delight. The head of his cock was getting harder and harder each time she slid her lips up and down around the throbbing head. A chill of pleasure went through his entire body as she took his round hot balls in her hands and squeezed and played with them as she teased and tantalized his cock with her hot lashing tongue.
The pleasure became so great finally that he had to let go. He couldn't hold it any longer.
Suddenly he felt the whole room spinning around. There he was lying in a pool of strange colorful hues as they all splashed and ran together against the walls and ceiling of the office.
He moaned and grunted and cried out from the great pleasure and excitement of feeling her lips so firmly fixed around his cock as his hot, burning love juice shot forth and burned and stung into the moist sensitive walls of her mouth cavity.
She sucked and lapped and drank each drop of come that shot forth from his hot cock. She thrust his cock deep into her throat several times as the hot love liquid was shooting so violently out into her mouth.
She coughed and swallowed every drop and then licked and sucked his balls and all up and down his flat hairy crotch, in order to catch any that might have slid down from her lips as she sucked.
Their wild frenzied passions were over now. All their love juices were spent and they lay there together panting and sighing trying to catch their breath and relax from the wild physical action that they had just completed.
Finally the sounds of their loud panting subsided, and their breathing returned to normal. Their bodies were nearly relaxed and functioning as before.
Sal was the first one to get up off the desk and stand on the floor and start to get ready to dress.
The light from the window was now dimmer than it had been earlier and they found it difficult to locate all their clothes and worse than that to dress by.
When they were certain that they had found all that was lying around, and had put them in some degree of order they both turned on the lights and went into the bathrooms to finish dressing.
After a few moments of straightening up as he was good at fast dressing, Sal came out looking fine. He waited a few minutes more and she came out as beautiful as ever.
He looked at her and smiled slightly as she came out of the door to the women's toilet looking like she was made the way she looked right then. Such an exquisite woman he could never remember seeing before.
They both got their other belongings together and after a final check to see that nothing else was out of place they both walked to the door and left the office. Locking the doors behind them.
As they walked out onto the street, Sal stopped and asked her if she would like to go to dinner with him.
She thought for a moment and then accepted it.
He suggested a little place where they could have a very nice dinner and sit down and talk while they listened to soft music made by the strumming of soft guitars.
The little place wan't very far. They caught a cab and arrived there in nearly no time.
They walked in and were shown to a cozy little table in a nice dark deserted corner.
They sat down and ordered their drinks, and then their food. The food was very good, and they had had several drinks before.
They sat for several hours in that little restaurant just talking and supping slowly on their drinks. All the while they were interested in everything the other one was saying.
They were beginning to develop some sort of real attraction for each other. The way they both kept looking at each other and the way they both wanted to be looked at by the other-these were the first indication.
Finally they agreed that it was time for them to leave. They got up and paid the check and walked out.
Sal waited and caught a cab for her and saw her off but not before he gave her his phone number and got hers from her.
They made a date for the following Thursday, three days away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sal had been seeing Karen for nearly four months now. It was a little hard, for even him to believe. He was very happy and optimistic these days. They would see each other almost every day.
Karen, his boss, was quite a beautiful and smart woman. She had inherited a fortune from her parents when they died. Since then she'd built it up to a considerably greater sum.
She wasn't one for much fun and wasting of time but when it came to sensibly getting a job done she took her hat off to anyone who had the ability.
She had grown by now to love Sal very much and thought of him all the time. They went everywhere together. He was always the one to choose where they went. She knew how he hated the feeling of being controlled and ruled by a woman. He had taken the liberty of telling her about some of his past experiences which he didn't like at all. She knew and appreciated his attitude on the way he felt very clearly and always let him make the decisions.
Sal too was getting pretty involved with Karen. He had thought of and talked about nothing else but her to Roy his buddy since he first met her. Finally about a month ago he brought her over to the house to meet Roy. He made sure beforehand that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on there that night because he wanted to see how well she really liked him.
She spent the entire evening with them. Roy's girl was there too. All four of them had a great time.
Sal surprised everyone by cooking a great dinner.
The two of them were seen together constantly now. During the second month of their relationship rumors started that they were going to get married. Sal had thought of the idea but wasn't sure of Karen's feelings toward him. He hoped that it would someday work out to that but it seemed too soon in the game to approach the subject.
Then, suddenly, he began to get the feeling that he was going to ask her to marry him no matter whether she said yes or no. He was in love with her and he really had to know how she felt about him. He had to get it over with soon or he would go out of his mind.
He had decided that tonight was the night to ask her. For several days now he had planned this, and it had to be tonight.
They met at the restaurant where they'd spent their first evening together. That now seemed so long ago to him.
He sat silently holding her hand for a long time, just squeezing it and looking deep into the flames of the fireplace that blazed in another distant corner of the room.
The waiter brought their drinks and set them down. As he walked away Sal turned to Karen and looked deep into her eyes. Then, in a very serious voice he asked her to marry him. He waited what seemed like hours for her reply.
Suddenly she looked at him in an almost crying, half smiling way, her heart about to burst with pleasure, and said yes.
Sal was so happy he picked up his drink and swallowed the whole thing in one gulp.
She smiled to see him so excited. She was excited too but in a different way.
Her excitement was in the fact that he really asked her. She admired that.
They finished their dinner and sat and talked the way they did the first time they were there, only they were known there now and they always sat in the same spot and stayed as long as they wanted.
Sal was feeling as proud as he could ever feel, he thought to himself.
As they talked to each other they made plans for their marriage. They set the date for two weeks from that night. They decided to have a very small wedding and a reception somewhere in the city.
Two weeks later they were finally married. All their friends were there and surprised them by making a real swanky thing out of it. They were a bit embarrassed too because they hadn't expected such a rousing and exciting send-off.
They stood in front of the altar and the marriage vows were read and repeated by the two of them. Rings were exchanged and finally they were man and wife. With the kiss that seals the agreement they turned and walked away together.
They both really seemed happy as they walked out of the church together and out into the street to their car. Neither of them had worn the traditional wedding attire, but their smartly styled dress clothes were in excellent taste.
They stepped into their car and were driven off by Roy and his girl friend to the house they had rented in the cool green hills of northern Maine where the four of them were to stay for three weeks.
These three weeks were a lot of fun and excitement for everyone. Roy and his girl decided to get married when they got back home. Karen really saw things in Sal that she had never seen before which made her even happier. She learned that he was just as determined and brave and strong as she thought he was. She started feeling a respect and admiration for him that she knew would last forever.
Sal, yes Sal, was the person there with the greatest amount of fun, excitement and pleasure. As he walked with Karen through the green, crisp, cool woods he remembered his life as it used to be. He remembered all the things that used to be there to make his life a little more hectic.
He thought of the parents who never really cared about him as a child. He remembered the people who were nice enough to show him kindness as they knew him and liked him and wanted to do so.
He thought of all the women he had gone to bed with and sucked and fucked and teased and had been teased by for the sake of seeking happiness.
He remembered Mrs. Lark, the lady that was the first woman to give him money for his body. He felt a little ashamed now when he thought of her and the things he did with her.
As he walked along and thought of all these things, he would look over at Karen and smile at her and say something sweet to her and tell her how glad he was to have been able to have found her.
He would stop every once in a while and kiss her on the cheek and squeeze her real tight, and then they would continue walking and the two of them would sigh and smile at each other.
Those three weeks in the mountains proved to be the wildest time they ever spent anywhere sexually.
Maybe it was the cooler weather or the change in climate or the elevation. Whatever it was, it was responsible for one of the wildest three-week sex sprees that Sal and Karen ever had before or since. They never experienced such wild passionate experiences, so often.
There were times when they would fuck and suck at least seven or eight times in one day and night. They were nearly always in bed or just getting out.
Sal was very inventive and he kept dreaming up different ways to get thrills and pleasure from the human body, and Karen loved to try almost anything with him.
Their first three days were spent in experimenting with how many times they could fuck and not come before they got too hot to be able to control their emotions about coming.
The next idea was a little more interesting. Sal loved to eat Karen's cunt. He thought that eating her cunt was greater than fucking, or having his own cock sucked.
Roy and his girl would usually watch these demonstrations and sometimes they would join in and go through the acts themselves.
One of the first ones they tried was kind of fun. Sal and Roy would lay the women down on the floor. Then the two men would fill their hands with strawberry jam or jelly and smear it all over the tits and cunts of both women. As a matter-of-fact they would really stuff it down deep into the cunts so the flavor would last a long time. When they were through, they would continue rubbing it all over their cocks and balls too.
After the spreading was all done, they would straddle their prospective partners in sixty-nine fashion and start lapping each other. This would go on for hours. Sal really loved it. He could suck and suck and never want to quit.
The passion and pleasure he felt as he sucked Karen's cunt flavored by strawberry jam gave him a special thrill. He loved to lick and lap and slide his tongue all around her hot slithery cunt and taste the sweet flavor of the strawberries as it mixed with the sweet, sweaty flavor of the strawberries as it mixed with the taste the flavor of the sweet jam all the way up her cunt to the base of her clit.
He would make her moan and scream and pound on the mattress from the excitement and pleasure he gave her whenever he used this method of satisfying her.
Finally the three weeks came to an end and they came back to the city and got back into the routine of things.
Sal had moved into Karen's house when they were married but had never moved his few belongings from Roy's house. One of the first things he did when he got back was to move all his stuff into her house.
The two of them seemed very happy together all the time. They had their little disagreements, as does any other couple, but not any major brawls.
Their little nest was bright, cheerful and full of festive occasions.
Sal loved to sit and talk to people and express his opinions. He had several friends over during the week and they would all get together and talk about all the things that interested him and that he felt were important. They talked about whatever came up. They had no subjects that weren't allowed and no subjects that were discussed more than others.
He often remembered the time he spent with Sharon. He was glad those days were over for him. He had no more desire to live that kind of existence.
He had no more notions about living off the labors and funds of others, making himself totally obligated to those persons. He was glad that he no longer thought he could really get something for nothing, except for a little sexual activity.
Sal had changed a lot. Karen had been real good for him, and he loved her very much.
There was something in the relationship for both of them. They gave care, concern and interest to each other and cared enough for themselves to be worth something to each other.
They had planned in the near future to have children, but they thought they could get their first wild love life out of the way before they considered that too seriously.
Both of them were still quite young, actually, and they should use some of their time for themselves. They should finish all their wild fucking and sucking and screwing before they planned to bring a child into the house to spoil their fun.
The two of them made a very nice-looking couple and they went everywhere together. They had scores of friends and were well liked by everyone who knew them. They were the most popular couple among their associates, and the best dressed.
As they grew older and had several children and became a real family, they were still the same nice, fun-loving people they had been before.
They still loved good sex and could frolic with the best of them, and sometimes still did.
Roy and Myrna were married now and they always saw a lot of them. Hardly a week went by that the four of them didn't get together for something.
They still had their sex games too.
Sometimes they would all go out of town and rent a room or a suite in a nice hotel and really go at it again, just like in the good old times.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One evening Sal invited Roy and Myrna over for the evening. The children had been farmed out to a baby-sitter and the passionate couples looked forward to having a good time together. Through the years they had never grown tired of each other's bodies.
"I have an idea," Sal said after they were all gathered in his comfortable living room. "Why don't we split up for the evening? You take Karen and I'll take Myrna and we'll separate for a few hours."
"That's a great idea, Sal," Roy answered. We hardly see each other any more. I've almost forgotten how beautifully Karen comes."
"Yeah," Karen agreed. "It'll be nice to get away from you for a few hours."
It was soon settled and the two couples retired to separate bedrooms. Sal forgot all about his wife as soon as he was alone with Myrna. She was so gorgeous and so willing that he could think of nothing but the joys of her voluptuous body.
"Wait a minute," Myrna said as he started to undress her. "I've been practicing something that I want you to see. Put on some music."
Sal did as he was told without question, knowing that Myrna would not let him down. She was so passionate and so imaginative that he was sure she would show him a good time. They had the whole evening together and there was no need to hurry.
Sal found a station that was playing slow music and Myrna nodded to him to leave the dial alone. She stood up to her full height and started to dance, slowly at first but then in double time to the music. It was obvious that the lusciously built girl was going to treat him to a striptease performance.
Sal watched with great interest as she began to peel off her clothing. Myrna had always been a good dancer but this was something else again. She had found her milieu at last and he soon found himself agreeing that she was every bit as good as a professional dancer.
"That's it, baby," he said as she unbuttoned her blouse. "I'm getting a hard-on already."
Myrna grinned wickedly and tore the blouse off her body, throwing the filmy garment into her lover's face. He pulled it away and watched her as she unbuttoned her skirt. The garment soon dropped to her ankles and was hastily kicked away.
Now Myrna was clad only in her lingerie. She cupped her hands over her low-cut brassiere and reached behind her serpentine back to unhook it. Soon it was off her body, giving Sal a good view of her magnificent tits. Familiar as he was with her body, Sal could hardly wait to see her completely naked again.
Myrna took her time about peeling the stockings off her long legs, knowing that it was driving Sal wild with lustful desire. No man could resist those legs of hers, a fact that had been proven by long experience. It gave her a feeling of power to keep him waiting.
Sal's patience was not unlimited. He urged her to finish stripping and Myrna soon obliged him. She was as hot to get laid as he. Finally, she was finished and Sal wasted no time in getting out of his own clothing, showing her an erection that had to be satisfied.
Myrna dropped to her knees before him. Sal had been such a patient and complimentary audience that she felt she had to do something special for him. She rubbed her soft lips on his prick and soon had the very heavy organ covered with smudges of her bright purple lipstick.
Then she leaned back and snaked out her tongue again and again, using it like a hummingbird gathering nectar. Sal was soon hard as a rock. He grabbed her head and pressed it against his body, making his huge cock almost disappear between her clinging lips.
"That's it, baby," he urged her. "You sure know how to keep a man happy. Someday I'm going to steal you from that bastard Roy. Just wait and see."
Myra looked up at him with bright eyes, enjoying the flattery. It made her feel like a real woman. She would give him the best blow-job of his life, one that would make him all the hotter for her passionate body. It was a pleasure to service a man like Sal.
Sal looked down at Myrna with complete satisfaction. It wasn't that he was tired of Karen, but it was nice to have a different woman for a change, especially one like Myrna who seemed to know all the ropes. He hoped that Roy was having as good a time with his wife.
Myra used every trick in the book to increase his pleasure. She took his prick all the way into her mouth until it had disappeared into the soft moistness of her throat. Her teeth rested gently on the base of his prick while her soft lips pulled at his wiry pubic hair. It had to be seen to be believed.
Sal knew that he was going to come quickly and did everything possible to delay his orgasm. It just wasn't right to come so quickly when Myrna was showing him such a good time. He owed her at least that much and probably a lot more besides.
Myrna sucked harder and harder at the big cock that was filling her mouth to capacity. It tickled her throat and made her want to vomit, but she would not be deterred. Nothing could make her stop until she had got what she wanted, a hot frothing stream of come.
Sal was more than glad to oblige her. He gave up at last on trying to hold back his orgasm and just let his body do its work. His balls began to throb uncontrollably. It was obvious to both of them that he would come in a matter of seconds.
He shoved his prick into her mouth one last time and then felt his balls explode. A wave of passion ran through his limbs and coursed through his blood. Finally he shot his load, a tremendous stream of come that was impossible to swallow.
One spasm after another passed through his body and Myrna was amazed at the amount of come he could produce. She gulped down as much as she could but some of it leaked out of the corner of her mouth, running down her chin to form a sticky puddle between her heaving tits. She was glad that it was finally over.
"That's nice," she told him. "Now I want you to fuck me good and hard. This time you can take all the time you want before coming."
"Sure thing, baby," Sal told her. "Your wish is my command, especially when you want to fuck."
Myrna couldn't help but chuckle at his answer. In some ways Sal was still a tough little kid from a bad neighborhood. She found him incredibly refreshing, to speak to as well as to fuck. He satisfied her in a way that her husband never approached.
Myrna knew just how she wanted to be fucked. Flat on her back and with no imagine stuff. That was the way Sal performed best and the way she reacted most passionately. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs provocatively, knowing just how he would respond.
Over in the next bedroom, just a few feet away, Karen and Roy were getting along just as well. They knew each other so well that it was almost like having another spouse. Karen loved to fuck Roy, as he was far more sophisticated in his technique than her own husband.
"I have a great idea," Roy said. "I learned a new position yesterday and Myrna refused to try it out."
"I'm game," Karen answered. "As long as you think I can do it. Anything Myrna wouldn't do must be something else. What do you have in mind?"
Roy told her to suck his cock and get it hard which the lushly padded girl did immediately. She had a lot of self-confidence these days and knew that no man could fail to react to her caresses, especially when she used her talented clinging mouth.
Roy smiled at her and told her to stop. It was tempting just to let her go until he came in her mouth but he was actually quite eager to try the new position. Karen let him off the hook and he immediately walked over to an easy chair and plumped himself down.
He sat comfortably and told Karen to get on top of him, face to face. The agile girl followed his directions, squeezing her ankles against his hips and straddling his torso with her thighs. It was hard to hold her balance but she finally managed to succeed, wondering all the while what he intended to do with her.
Karen's big tits were right in front of his eyes and Roy couldn't resist taking a bite out of the irresistible globes. He sucked them until her nipples were red and puckered and then decided to get down to serious business. Karen, too, could hardly wait to begin.
He told her that in their position she could lower herself onto his cock so that his prick would go alternately into her cunt and ass-hole. She didn't believe it was possible at first but he urged her to try it and find out for herself.
Karen lowered herself slowly and gingerly and found that her cunt surrounded Roy's prick with ease. She pulled herself up again, holding onto his shoulders and then tried to get his prick into her ass-hole. It was almost as successful as it had been with her cunt.
"It really does work," she exclaimed. "How the fuck did you ever come up with this?"
"Trade secrets," he teased her. "I can't give them away, but if you're a good girl, maybe I'll teach you something else as well."
Karen smiled up at him and then lowered her body onto his prick. It was a great position for her for several reasons. She could control the entire pace of the bout and alternate orifices at her leisure. Also, it foreshortened her cunt and made it easier for Roy to get all the way into her.
Karen slowly lowered herself so that the big prick glided into her ass-hole. She stuck with that aperture for a while, just leaving her body lowered so that his prick was buried to the hilt. Every time he moved his body it felt like she would be shot through the ceiling.
She raised herself up again and then came right down on his big prick, which slid into her cunt. That was even better, but the position was making her rather tired. She would have to stop soon and go on to fucking in a more normal manner.
Roy sensed her discomfort and told the little sexpot to get off him. He had proved his point and was perfectly willing to fuck her in a more traditional posture. She dropped immediately down onto her hands and knees so that he could continue to choose between her orifices.
Roy wasted no time in taking advantage of the vulnerable girl. He crouched right behind her and shoved his prick into her well-lubricated ass-hole. It hurt her at first but the experienced girl was soon able to accustom herself to the deep penetration.
She moved her body backward so that her ass pressed against her lover's hairy midsection while his balls swung against her cunt. It hurt the sensitive skin of her buttocks but also turned her on intensely. She could hardly wait for her orgasm.
Roy looked down at the gorgeous piece of ass beneath him and blessed his good luck. His wife was woman enough to keep any man happy, but Karen was something else altogether. Between the two of them he could be kept happy for the rest of his life.
He reached around her and began to rub Karen's big tits with his hands, cupping his fingers over her broad pink nipples. The rosy stars soon became hard and puckered under his insistent ministrations and he could feel the cunt honey dripping onto his balls.
He gave her a playful slap across the buttocks and Karen couldn't help but giggle. Every man she had ever fucked had done that to her. It was a fact of life that she had learned to live with and enjoy. Now it really turned her on.
Roy reached for her cunt and had no trouble locating Karen's clitoris between the folds of her labia. He squeezed the tiny pink organ between thumb and forefinger and worked it over until his hands were soaked with pussy juice. Then he plunged three fingers into her cunt, which made her go to the verge of orgasm.
Roy could feel his own prick through the narrow wall of flesh that separated Karen's cunt from her ass-hole. It was like jerking off at the same time he was buggering her. He soon had to stop, however, for it was an uncomfortable position that was difficult to maintain.
It was a question of who would come first and Roy took his time intentionally, hoping to celebrate a mutual climax with his love partner. He slowed down the pace and then switched his prick from ass-hole to cunt, knowing that it would make her all the hotter.
That was all that was needed to get Karen moving. Her ass-hole had dried out and become sore and she was glad to take it in her snatch once again. She began to buck her hips backward and Roy knew that she would shoot her load in a few seconds.
Roy too was just about ready to fire his wad. He worked harder and then knew that he could come whenever he wanted to. Karen exploded at last, spraying her juices all over his prick and balls and Roy responded with an orgasm of his own, equally powerful and intense.
He filled her with come and then withdrew his prick reluctantly. It was almost time for him to rejoin his wife and he knew that he had little left. As usual Karen had done a good job of draining him and he wanted nothing more than a few hours of relaxation.
Back in the other bedroom, Sal and Myrna were still busily fucking. Sal was absolutely tireless and Myrna had begun to watch the clock, waiting for their time together to expire so that she could get a well-deserved rest. Sal was simply too much for her.
Sal told her to lie flat on her back. He loved fucking her in that simple position, preferring to save the imagine stuff for Karen, who had a greater imagination. Myrna was more than happy to service him in that manner as it allowed her to take it easy.
"Come on, Sal," she encouraged him. "We only have twenty minutes left. Do you think you can do it?"
"Are you kidding?" he asked her, falling for the bait. "I'll fill you with come and still have ten minutes left over for another blow-job. Let's get moving."
Myrna sighed aloud and parted her legs. Sal leaped on top of her once again and shoved his still-erect prick into the inviting slit. He could always keep it up for a woman, even if it was one he was used to. Myrna was so good-looking and talented that in her case it was particularly easy to do so.
Sal got onto her and shoved his prick directly between her juicy labia. It went in easily despite its enormous girth and she sighed with lust as he began to fuck her. Sal was hard to satisfy but he certainly had all it takes to keep a woman happy.
Myrna decided that she really liked to do it this way. When she fucked Sal in her husband's presence she couldn't help but be competitive with him and with Karen. Alone with Sal, she could really enjoy herself and fuck for the sheer joy of the thing.
Sal didn't think about the matter in those terms. All he knew was that his idea had been a complete success. He had no idea of what was going on in the other bedroom but the sounds of passion he could hear told him all he really needed to find out.
Karen was good enough to take care of any man and he hoped that Roy had taken full advantage of her talents. It was nice to have a wife who didn't care how much you fucked around, particularly when it was with her own gorgeous and passionate friends. In some ways Myrna was an even better lay than her friend.
He shoved his prick all the way in and then lowered his head to bite into her nipples. It was something he had done a million times with Myrna but every time it was like doing something new. She always seemed so surprised and appreciative.
He began to move his hips forward, using a flowing motion that drove her wild with lust. He seemed to have not a bone in his body as he fucked her and every muscle seemed to have a life of its own. Sal was a real natural who had known how to suck since the age of eleven.
Myrna responded by grinding her ass into the carpet and shoving her body against Sal's chest. He was so hairy that it tickled her at first but soon the wiry hair increased her passion to the breaking point. There was no doubt in her mind that she would come this time.
Karen and Roy had retired to the living room where Karen had mixed a pitcher of martinis in anticipation of her husband's return. If she knew Myrna as well as she thought she did he would need something to revive him after two hours in her company.
She was slightly jealous about the whole thing and would have preferred for all of them to have fucked in the same room. Still, the memory of the good time she had with Roy was so fresh in her mind that she could make no objection to the new arrangement.
Upstairs, Sal was still pumping away, realizing for the first time just how tired he was. He knew that he was getting a little older but resented the fact that his boundless energy had disappeared. He would have to start conserving what was left of it and fuck at a more reasonable pace in the future.
He reached under Myrna and cupped his hands beneath her jiggling buttocks, holding her close against his body. His finger gravitated to her ass-hole and he explored it at length, thinking that the next time he got her alone she was due for a good cornholing.
Myrna moaned with passion and encouraged him to go deeper with his finger. It felt so good to lie there completely helpless, not knowing what he would do to her body next. It always turned out to be something completely pleasant.
Sal removed his finger from her ass-hole after a few minutes. It was hampering his movements and he wanted to step up the pace a little. He held it up to her face and Myrna wasted no time in licking it clean, relishing the salty taste of her own ass-hole.
She responded to every one of Sal's supple movements with gyrations of her own agile pelvis. There was nothing he could do that she couldn't match, no stroke that was too difficult to imitate. It was a kind of friendly competition as to who would come first.
Myrna looked at the clock and realized that they would have to go down as soon as they were finished. She thought of her own husband and hoped that he wouldn't want to fuck her again that night. She couldn't ever refuse him but this time she was simply too tired to go through with it again.
She rubbed her tits all over Sal's chest and knew that she was turning him on. His face was covered with sweat and he was breathing harder and harder, almost like a drowning man. Their bodies were glued together with a film of salty sweat.
Sal was just about ready to come. He thought about his past and realized that he was finally happy and relaxed. Karen and Myrna could supply his every need and his financial worries had vanished in the breeze. He would never have to hustle for a living again.
He shoved his prick in for the last time, just as Myrna was about to come. She surprised him with the violence of her orgasm but he had little time to think as his own balls were making their presence felt. The two of them had a perfectly satisfying mutual orgasm that left both too tired to move.
"Let's go downstairs," Sal said, withdrawing his prick reluctantly. "Time's up."
"Don't you want another blow-job," Myrna teased. "I promised you and I hate to break a promise. Come on, we can do it quickly."
"Forget it," Sal grinned. "You women are all the same. No respect for a man at all. I ought to take you over my knee someday."
"I think I'd like that," she answered smilingly.
"I'll bet you would," he replied wearily. "Karen makes me spank her all the time. I used to think I was punishing her but I finally got wise."
Myrna had to laugh at his innocence. Suddenly she was glad to be married to Roy, who certainly had more on the ball in an intellectual sense. Sal was a great lover but it would have been awfully difficult to live with him on a permanent basis.
Sal pulled on his clothing quickly and led the way to the living room. The other couple was there already and the two of them slumped down on the couch, looking totally exhausted. Sal grinned at Roy, as if to tell him that his idea had been a complete success.
Roy and Myrna hung around for a couple of hours but then decided to go home for the night. Both had to get up early in the morning and wanted at least a few hours sleep. It was just as well, since the baby-sitter was due to return with the kids at any time.
After the children were put to bed Sal led Karen upstairs to the bedroom. She undressed quickly and got right into bed, but he had a surprise waiting for her. Tired as he was, Sal always had a little something left over for his wife.
Karen took one look at his huge erection and sighed with a mixture of weariness and passion. Well, she thought to herself, there's only one way to get him to sleep. She threw back the covers and parted her legs invitingly. Sal grinned at her and hurried to turn out the light.
