Every human being has certain sexual acts or techniques that he prefers. And our story revolves around men who find anal intercourse most fascinating. Combine these men with a girl with a behind that turns them on, and you have many problems developing. For they all want to have something to do with her. Try as she will she cannot keep them off her ... in this unsual sexual position.
Finally, the young lady determines the best thing for her to do is re-locate for her reputation has become slightly soiled. She moves to a small mid-western town where she figures she will have a chance to lead a more normal life.
For a short time, her expectations are realized. However, it is not long before she becomes involved in another sordid sexual encounter with her boss ... who has gotten loaded.
Disgusted, she returns to the big city and tries to rid herself of any guilt feelings ... as she "swings" into a sexual life that is nonstop.
But she quickly finds out not only men want to turn on with her but women as well. At first the idea of becoming sexually entangled with another woman is "ugly" and "sick" to her, but as she is persuaded to "try it just once" she finds out she can enjoy such sexual contacts. It bothers her conscience but not for long as she is eager to make money performing with another woman at a stag party sex exhibition.
But before she is through taking such sexual liberties she finds out, to her sorrow, there are laws prohibiting such wanton sexual displays. And too late she learns her lesson the hard way, that sex for sale often involves jail.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Rita was sleeping peacefully.
Her seventeen-year-old brother slipped naked into her bedroom. He knew that his beautiful young sister always slept in the buff. He wanted to fuck her. He was prepared. He had coated his cock with Vaseline so it would slip smoothly up her asshole and catch her unaware. He had planned it for weeks.
In the middle of the night he figured it would be the best time to assault her asshole. He would throw his hand over her mouth so she couldn't make a sound. Then before she knew what was happening he would slide his huge shaft up her asshole.
"Now, baby," he whispered as he quickly whipped his hand over her mouth, "just relax. I'm gonna stab my dick up your ass."
Rita tried to wiggle away. But her stronger older brother wasn't going to let her. He was determined that he was going to get his thick prick up her ass. He succeeded as it plunged up her tight anal channel. She tried to call out. But with his hand over her mouth she couldn't.
Randy was thrusting now and determined he was going to get his rocks off.
"Fantastic," he panted as he pumped it into her, "you sure give a good screw,. I knew it would be super slipping it up your behind. You've got a gorgeous ass."
Rita realized that Randy had wanted her for a long time. But she didn't pay much attention to it. They shared the same bathroom and he would barge in sometimes when she was in the shower and look at her fondly. However, she did not understand that the swinging penis between his legs was stiffening because he was eager to have sex with her. She figured it was just a normal male-female response. Now she knew that wasn't the case. Her own brother was plunging his hard cock up her butt "Grind your ass, Rita," he told her. "That's it. Come on, baby, you're giving a bitchin' fuck."
Randy's hard cock plunged unmercifully up her behind. She was enjoying it and so was he.
"That's the way to do it," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep your tail twisting. Come on, baby, fuck it off. That's the way I like it. Now you're screwing."
Suddenly he felt his balls tingling. Randy knew it wouldn't be much longer until his cock exploded in her ass. All of the sudden his juice spurted.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck it off."
The hot white sperm surged up her asshole.
Now she was pleased. For he had given her just the kind of action she felt she needed.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you sure know how to screw. I enjoyed that."
"I'm glad you did, Rita," he told her. "I'd like to ravish your behind again someday."
Rita remembered Randy's words. And other succeeding nights when he thought it was safe and their parents would not hear, he slipped into his sister's bedroom. He taught her plenty about sex.
"You can get any guy if you know how to give a good blow job," he said emphatically.
"What's a blow job?" Rita asked innocently, for she really didn't know.
"Do I have to tell you that, too?" he flashed her a strange smile.
"Yes," she nodded. "I'm not like some of the other high school girls. I'm no slut."
Seriously Randy looked at her.
"I know you're not," he told her, "and that's why you're something special. That's why I wanted to have sex with you."
Randy was naked and he reached down to his penis.
"Ill tell you what you do, honey," he explained. "Play with my pecker. Get it nice and hard. Then I will explain to you what a blow job is."
Why all the mystery about what a blow job actually was puzzled Rita. But she didn't protest. She knew Randy had his way of doing things. Perhaps it was his way of expressing his manhood. She reached for his penis. She pulled on it rhythmically. It was getting hard all right.
"Finger the balls, too," he suggested.
She reached down and played with his testi- cles. Now he was so excited he was shaking.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "we're gonna have some fun. Just relax."
When his cock was to its full length and his balls were swelling with sexual excitement, he made his pitch.
"Now you get down there over my dick," he explained, "and start sucking. I want you to do it real good."
She got down over his cock. And she let her tongue slip over the tip of it.
"Suck it," he told her, "and suck it good. Come on, baby, suck that cock."
It was difficult for the young girl to place his penis in her mouth. She thought of it as something dirty. He had to work hard to dispel the thoughts that whirled around in her mind as she tried to force herself down on him.
"There's nothing dirty about my pecker," he told her. "I keep it clean. Now come on, baby, suck me. Please."
Randy wasted no time. When she hesitated he reached over and gripped Rita's neck. He forced her down over his cock. As it slid into her mouth she s tasted him. It wasn't as awful as she thought it would be.
"Use your tongue," he coaxed her. "Flit it back and forth. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it."
She utilized her tongue to arouse him. He was getting more and more stimulated.
"Yes, baby," he whispered, "keep licking it. That's the way. Now you're doing it."
She was doing a superb job of sucking on his penis tip. And he appreciated it. However, he felt that she ought to learn how to tease and tongue his balls.
"Don't forget my nuts," he told her. "I like them agitated. Manipulate your fingers back and forth. That's the way. You're doing it just fine."
Using her mouth effectively she got him going.
"Slip your index finger up my asshole," he suggested.
She eased her index finger to Randy's tight, anal channel. Finally her finger plunged right up his rectum. He enjoyed the sensation of her finger slipping up his asshole.
"Yes; yes," he enthused, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Finger fuck my butt."
She was doing a superb job of sliding her finger up his rectum. He twisted on her finger as he went on plunging his penis into her mouth. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he would spill his sperm in her mouth.
"Suck me," he begged her. "Keep sucking. Oh, baby, I love it when you do me like that. Come on, suck. Suck it."
Her magnificent mouth movements had him aroused all the way. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he exploded in her mouth.
"Eat it," he begged her passionately. "Come on, baby, suck my joint. Suck it off."
All at once his cock exploded. Randy's hot white sperm juice shot into his sister's mouth. She sucked and gulped his juice. He was pleased that she swallowed. At the same time her finger continued slipping in and out of his tight behind.
"Beautiful," he told her. "That's a first-class blow job. You're learning."
She was pleased that she had satisfied him. , "I'm glad you liked it, Randy," she grinned.
Slipping her finger from his behind she rested her head on his thigh.
"Now I'm gonna eat your pussy, sis," he told Rita.
Rita didn't say a word. But she could hardly wait for her brother to entertain her with his tongue. He clasped her breasts. He massaged one bosom while he licked and nibbled at the other. She liked it when his teeth bore down gently on her nipples. It got them harder.
"Feels good, Randy," she whispered dreamily.
Randy's tongue gently eased down to her crotch. His hands reached underneath her. He gripped her buttocks as his tongue stabbed into her hungrily. Randy loved the aroma of her pussy. He thrilled to the taste of her delicious juices. He let his tongue lick up and down her love button. He knew how to do it. He'd done it with, other girls. Now he was doing it with his own beautiful sister, Rita. How fortunate he was, he reasoned, to have such a gorgeous sister. He knew that eventually all men would want to eat her. He was going to be the first.
Now he could taste her. He loved the delicious scent of her pussy. But even more than that he loved the fabulous taste of her. He nibbled her clit. She started dripping pussy juices. This was exactly what he wanted. He quickly swept his tongue back and forth across her crotch. Now she was cuming.
"Eat me," she exclaimed.
Nibbling her clit, he got her gushing. With lips pressed suction-cup tight. Randy sucked his sister's pussy.
Once he'd finished eating her hot snatch, he pulled his tongue out.
"You're delicious," he smiled.
Then he looked at her ass again. He started licking it. Rita never knew that it could fell so good to have her brother's tongue slapping back and forth across her bare behind. But she knew it now. His fingers twitched inside of her pussy as his tongue went on licking around her bare bottom. Finally his tongue slid into her asshole. She loved the double erotic sensations of his tongue invading her asshole while his fingers worked in her pussy. It was obvious he was fascinated with her behind. Rita couldn't help wonder why. Was her ass that beautiful? It didn't take her long to realize what he intended to do.
At this point he knelt beneath her. He raised her up so her ass cheeks rested on his thighs. He pointed his penis at her ass. He spit in his hand and applied some of his own spit to his cock.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he smiled as he slipped his saliva-slickened cock between her bare buttocks.
With a hard, forceful stab, he rode forward.
"Ouch!" Rita exclaimed as she felt Randy's thick cock slipping up her asshole.
She was enjoying it intensely. So was he.
He was ramming hard now.
"Fuck it," he panted as he pushed it to her. "That's the way to do it, darling. Come on, fuck it."
Rita wiggled her butt. Her brother's cock rammed hard. He rode it all the way up her asshole. His eyes were ablaze with sexual excitement as he went on fucking.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Twist your tail. That's how it's done, honey, grind your hips."
She twisted around. He was really getting a charge out of it.
"Oh, baby," he panted as he pushed it into her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck it off."
All at once the hot white load of cum shot up her asshole. She twisted around and milked him.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Your ass is on fire."
Randy went on slipping it to her. More sperm spurted out of his penis tip. He realized she had gotten him so turned on that he was aiming like crazy.
Chapter Two
When Rita graduated from high school and got a job at a modeling agency, she soon discovered how much it meant to be beautiful.
For her boss, Henry Carmichael, was crazy about her body. He loved the curvaceous buttocks she possessed and told her so.
When he first took her measurements and insisted that she take off all of her clothes, she thought that he was being terribly fresh. But little did she realize how much to her advantage hs preoccupation with her bare body would be.
Once he had finished taking her measurements and complimented her, he told her what he expected.
"For the girls who get all the work," he laughed, "I expect a little action myself, if you know what I mean."
Mr. Carmichael winked and slapped her bare buttocks. It bothered her. She was certain that he had sex on his mind.
"I think I read you," she said nervously.
"It's going to be to your benefit," he assured her, "to give me some free entertainment. You'll get plenty of work. The girls who don't give, don't get. You understand?"
She nodded. At that point Mr. Carmichael dropped to his knees. He looked at her bare buttocks and kissed them. Then she spun around and his tongue went into her pussy. She reached down and gripped his head.
"Mr. Carmichael," she told him, "what in blazes are you trying to do?"
"Don't be gross," he complained. "You know, I want to eat your pussy. Why do you think I'm here on my knees with a napkin around my neck?' She laughed.
"Feeding time, eh?" she smiled as she did finally catch on to why he wore that ridicu- lous linen napkin around his neck.
She gripped his head and pushed her pussy in regular movements. His tongue flipped inside of her.
"Hey, you've got a long tongue," she told him. "Lick it. Go ahead, lover, lick my snatch."
Mr. Carmichael was proving what a good lover he was. His tongue invaded the private precincts of her pussy. He was sucking on her now. She enjoyed it immensely.
"Hey, speedy," she told him, "I love the way your tongue lashes my love button. You're on, baby."
Indeed he was on. He knew where it was at and he was going to get a piece of ass.
He went on licking and sucking on her pussy until she was ready to juice. But she wanted to hang on a little longer. She pulled back so she wouldn't instantly cum in his face.
"I hope you mean to keep your word, tiger," she told him as she went on pumping.
It bothered him to think she would mention business at a time like this. How commercial could she get? It was terribly gross, Mr. Carmichael thought. But as he caught a whiff of her pussy and tasted the delicious juices about ready to flow, he decided it would be better to nibble her clit and get a gusher than complain.
Nibbling her clit, he got what he expected. The juicy pussy thrilled him. He licked and loved it.
When Mr. Carmichael got to his feet she figured it was time to get a job.
"I'm ready to go to work," she told him.
"I figured as much," he told her. "Bend over, baby, and I'll stick it up your ass."
Mr. Carmichael planted his hands firmly on Rita's behind. He wasted no time. Applying his own spit to his penis shaft, he flipped it between her ass crack.
"Bend over a little farther," he said in a lusty voice.
She bent over. His thick penis plunged between her ass crack.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Come on, baby, fuck it."
With a deep, driving cock stab he slammed into her. She felt the world was coming to an end as he conquered her great divide.
"I've got it in there, baby," he panted as he thrust in. "Oh, that feels beautiful. Twist it for me."
She ground her hips around.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, yes, baby. I love it. Just like that. Come on. Beauti- fill."
She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to do it. Come on, fuck it off. That's what I want you to' do. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
He went on ramming into her. She was getting more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly. "Now we're doing it. Pump it. Oh, baby, I love it. Keep it up."
Bending over, Mr. Carmichael reached for Rita's breasts. He gripped them with his full hand. He let his fingers pinch the nipples.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "when you twist your tail you drive me out of my mind. Keep it up."
She ground her hips around. He thrilled to her movements.
"Yes, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck it."
With deep, driving cock stabs he continued. She was so excited now she was shaking.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "just like I like it. Keep it up. Now, baby, now."
It wasn't going to be much longer. She loved the sensation.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep fucking me. I want it."
She could feel him plowing into her asshole. She could tell he was ignited. His balls slapped against her bare bottom as he fiercely fucked her. At the same time his hand reached for her pussy. Slipping two fingers into her vagina, he began manipulating her clit.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "Twist it for me. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Oh, baby, fuck it off. Yes. You're on!"
With continued cock stabs he thrilled her. She knew that it wasn't going to be much longer before he was cuming.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much this means to me. Come on. Milk it.'?
At that point Mr. Carmichael was climaxing. Rita's ass muscles seized his cock. She squeezed the cream out of it.
"Beautiful," he told her. "You're a super ass fuck."
When he'd finished fucking her he slowly withdrew. Then he looked at her with a happy, pleased smile on his face.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"You'll never know how much," she smiled at him.
Rita wasted no time in getting dressed and getting out of there. If she was going to have to put up with such nonsense, she figured it wasn't worth it. She left Mr. Carmichael standing there with his cock dangling between his legs and a puzzled frown forming on his face.
"That's no way to treat me," he complained. "Come back here. I wanted to eat your pussy."
Rita didn't look back. She went home. She was getting more and more disgusted.
She spoke with her father about relocating.
"Daddy," she told her father, "I've got to find a place where I can work where people won't pay attention to me sexually." . "It's going to be difficult," he told her. "With your bod, it really turns them on. They don't mean to get so excited, honey, but they do."
"I'm only too aware of that," she told her father, "and it disturbs me. I wish there was some way that I could be left alone."
"Honey, I know what you mean," he told her. "But it isn't easy. These days men just turn oh. They look at a girl's breasts and glance at her legs and then imagine what her pussy would be like in bed."
"If s too bad people are so sexually obsessed," Rita said, noticing how her father was paying attention to her bosoms at this moment.
"We're only human," he smiled knowingly, letting his eyes sweep across her body.
"Daddy," she told him, "if I didn't know you were a decent man I would almost think you were turning on with me."
"Maybe I am," he told her.
"Forget it, daddy," she warned him. "I'm not interested. Not interested at all."
Her father realized she was telling the truth. Nevertheless, he was obsessed to have something to do with her.
"Pve been wanting to look at you for a long time," he revealed.
Rita looked at him with shock and dismay.
"Daddy, that's indecent," she told him.
"Indecent or not," he told her, "I would like to examine your breasts. They're so beautiful."
Rita was annoyed.
"Have you no pride?"
"No, but I sure have a hard-on," he chuckled.
Glancing at her father's crotch, Rita realized he was telling the truth.
"I think I'd better be going now while I still can," she told him nervously.
"Right on," he smiled as he got to his feet and unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his huge penis.
"What am I gonna do about this?" he ques- tioned her.
"That's your problem," she told him.
Her father shook his head with a wry smile forming on his face.
"Wrong," he told her. "That's my pecker. And it's loaded. Come on, baby, why don't you slip your mouth around it and give me a good cock suck."
"Daddy," Rita exclaimed, "you've got a nerve."
"I've got a lot of nerves," he told her, "and they're all down here, around my crotch. Look at my balls, baby. They're swelling. My cock is getting bigger."
Rita glanced at his penis. Sure enough he was getting larger.
"Well what do you expect me to do about it, daddy?" she asked him.
"Get on your knees," he told her, "and suck me.
She got on her knees. She pulled her father's penis to her lips. The tip of her tongue lashed at his cock.
"Come on," he told her, "do more than lick it. Let me stick it in your mouth so you can suck on it. You'll love it. And when it shoots, baby, you want to be there to catch it all."
Closing her eyes, Rita let her father plunge his thick penis into her mouth.
"That's beautiful," he told her excitedly. "Oh, baby, now you're blowing. Come on, suck me. Suck me."
With deep cock stabs he rammed into her. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"That's the way to make it," he told her. "Come on, baby, suck it. Suck my big juicy dick."
Reaching out she fumbled around in his shorts for his balls. She pulled them out, too. Her fingers began massaging and manipulating them. He loved the erotic sensation she was creating in his crotch.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck my pecker. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck it off. That's the way to do it. Now you're sucking. Suck it, baby."
She was using her mouth expertly. It pleased her father that she was doing such a good job for him.
"Lick it," he told her. "Oh, darling, lick your daddy's dick. Suck. That's it. Oh, wow!"
At this point she was trembling. She could taste her father starting to juice. She wanted his full load.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted, "let me give it to you. I want to shoot it in your mouth. I want you to suck it all out."
All at once his cock exploded. The hot white cream shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "that's the way to do it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck it off."
The hot white sperm shot down her throat. She could taste it. Pulling back she let some of his sperm spill in her mouth. She rolled it around on the tip of her tongue.
"Yes, yes," she cried eagerly, "give me some more."
"Get your sucking mouth back on my dick and I will," her father told her.
It disgusted him that she had taken her mouth off his penis at all.
She slipped her mouth back on his shaft. She sucked joyously. And he went on thrusting into her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Just like I like it. Now you're doing it. Eat it, sweetheart. Eat it."
She joyfully gulped more of his juices. When she finally did slide her mouth off his cock she could see his tongue hanging out. He wiggled his tongue and his expression told her exactly what he desired.
"I know how to use my tongue in you, baby," he assured her. "Just let me drive it in your pretty pink pussy."
Rita figured she might as well give him everything. She undressed completely. As her father caught sight of her naked body, he became hotter than ever before.
"Yes, sweetheart," he smiled, "I want to slip my tongue inside you. I want to have a nice tongue ride."
He knew exactly how to do it. His tongue flipped back and forth across her clit. And then he nosed in and plunged his tongue in rapid-fire movements until she was prepared for him to eat her.
His hands clasped her bare buttocks. His tongue went on slipping rhythmically in and out of her pussy.
"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Yes. Oh, daddy, I like your long tongue. Eat me."
Her father's rapid-fire tongue stabs pleased her. She was so aroused now she was shaking.
"Do it," she told him. "That's the way. Oh, daddy, do it."
She enjoyed the warmth of his tongue. She marveled at his skill in flipping it around inside of her.
"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Yes, yes, daddy. Just like I love it. Now you're doing it" Her father's tongue flipped gingerly about inside of her. And then he fingered her asshole. It felt good to have his finger slipping up her rectum. He pumped his finger smoothly. "Oh, yes," she begged him, "I love it when you stab your finger up my ass while you eat my box."
Indeed she did love it. She was the girl who appreciated raw, blunt sex. And her father was skillfully demonstrating his ability to entertain her with his tongue and finger movements.
His tongue tasted her. The taste of her love juices triggered him on. For he thrilled to the delicious scent and taste. This increased the tempo of his tongue lashing her love button. As it flipped up and down her hungrily, she wanted to feel his teeth bear down on her clit. , Reaching down she gripped her father's head and held him in place.
"Nibble me," she begged. "Go ahead. Nibble my clit."
His teeth bore down just as she wanted them to. And then she came.
"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously as she locked her legs around him.
He pulled his finger from her asshole, clasped her firm ass cheeks and held her in place as he ate her box.
When he'd finished devouring her he slid his tongue away.
"Oh, darling," he told her, "that was so much fun. You're delicious."
She was hoping that he would let her alone. She wanted to get away from him as well. It seemed as if everywhere Rita turned she was confronted with the horrible fact people wanted to bed down with her.
"There's one thing I haven't tried yet," he told her.
"Don't tell me," Rita said as she felt his hands caressing her ass cheeks, "I would rather not know."
"It's your ass," he told her. "It really excites me."
"Why?" she asked nervously.
"It's the way it's curved," he told her. "I constantly see my dick slipping up there and entertaining you."
"Forget about entertaining me," Rita insisted.
"I'll confess," he said with a guilty look on his face, "I'm thinking of myself. I'm thinking of how much I would enjoy slipping it to you.
Oh, baby, just give me the chance. I want it so bad."
It was obviously the truth. But it meant nothing to her. She wasn't about to allow him entrance to her asshole.
However, when he slid both hands under her buttocks and started positioning her she made one request.
"Before you do it," she told him, "apply some Vaseline to your dick stick. I'm not gonna take it up there unless you do."
The angry look in her eyes convinced him she was serious.
"Of course," he said in a most accommodating manner, "I would never do it without."
"I'm sure," Rita shrugged as she observed him going to the bathroom.
Coming back he insisted she apply the Vaseline to his shaft.
"It would make me feel I'm playing with myself if I did it," he told her.
"All right," she agreed.
She uncapped the Vaseline jar, dipped in and then used her forefinger to apply it to the length of his hard penis.
"That feels so good," he told her.
"Maybe I should just jerk it off with Vaseline," she suggested. "That would satisfy me."
He shook his head indignantly.
"But it wouldn't satisfy me. Oh, baby, I want it all coated and slick so it will slip in quick."
Now that it was ready he thought it would be interesting if she got on the floor.
"When you're on the floor on all fours like an animal," he explained, "it really gets me horny. I don't know why but it does. It seems so primitive."
Rita accommodated his lusty desire. She got on the floor on all fours. He got behind her. He gripped her buttocks. He held them in place.
"I'm gonna slip it to you, baby," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck your asshole good."
He plunged his penis into her. With deep, driving cock stabs he rammed it home. His balls bounced ruthlessly against her ass cheeks as he fucked.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "does that ever feel good. Come on, baby, fuck it. Now you're doing it. Puck it. Fuck it."
He was ramming in hard now.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Thaf s how you do it. Oh, baby, screw it."
Rita twisted her behind. Her father enjoyed ravishing her. He liked to ram it in one direction and have her twist the other way. She was picking up various methods of pleasing a man in this unique sexual manner.
"I'm gonna drive it to the right," he guided her. "You twist your ass to the left. That's corkscrew fucking. Sure, baby, that's it."
Rita was a quick learner. As he rammed his cock in to the right, she twisted to the left. They continued this for a few moments and then she bent all the way over. All he could see now were her upraised buttocks. He squeezed her creamy ass cheeks until they were red. He continued plunging deeply into her.
"Come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "grind your ass. That's the way to do it. Fuck me. Fuck me."
He was enjoying her enormously. He was pleased with her performance. For she was patting a lot into it.
"Hang tight, honey," he told her. "It won't be much longer. I'm almost there."
She could tell from the way he was driving into her with penetrating jabs he was telling the truth.
"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her. "Hang in there. I'll make it in a minute."
All of the sudden she felt him cuming. His hot white sperm jetted up her asshole. She twisted around to milk it.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's too much. I love it. Keep it up. Don't ever stop. I want you to fuck me. Oh, baby, you're doing it beautiful. Fuck me."
The erotic thrills that shot through her body had her shaking.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he stabbed it in until she pegged him to stop.
"You've done it enough," she told him. "No more. Stop it. It's hurting."
Apparently that was the very thing that he wanted. For the more it seemed to hurt her the more he seemed to get a charge out of it.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Just like I love it. Keep it up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it off."
She wiggled her ass. The hot white sperm gushed up her asshole. She squeezed it for him. Now it was over. He patted her ass roughly as he eased his dripping-with-cum cock out of her behind.
"You've sure got a great ass," he told her.
"Maybe I should be in the business," she replied.
"You know it, baby."
Chapter Three
Rita decided that she was going to move away from her parents' place.
She didn't want to carry on lustfully like this with her father.
She took the money she had earned working summers and left home. All she left for her father was a note explaining that she had to make the big move.
She thought a good place to go would be New York City. She had read so much about New York that she was fascinated with it. Certainly there was danger, but she thought she could handle herself. The first thing she did was take some karate classes. It was difficult for her to learn how to protect herself. Nevertheless, she figured she knew enough now to get a job.
Rita found employment at a modeling agency. She was a receptionist. The woman in charge of the place made it a point to tell her, "Don't get too friendly with the girls. If you do, you can't control them. They're all a bunch of difficult problem people. The good-looking girls are spoiled rotten. It's their society."
"You don't have to worry about me," she told the woman. "I think I know how to take care of everything."
"I do hope so, honey," the woman told her frankly, "as I have gotten tired of it all. T wish I could quit."
Bita made the appointments and everything went fine for her. She didn't think she was going to have many problems. However, one night when she was walking near the Plaza Hotel she happened to meet a nice-looking older man who introduced himself in a most charming manner.
"How are you this evening, young lady?"
"Fine thank you," she told him.
"You've got to watch out talking to Strang- ers," the man warned her. "There are a lot of creeps in this world. Sex maniacs and the like. You can't be too careful."
"That's for sure," she agreed.
The man introduced himself.
"I'm Nick Mosley," he told her, "and you are . . . ?"
"I'm Rita Saunders," she told him.
"Rita, could I buy you a drink?" he asked her.
"I guess so," she told him.
Even though Nick wasn't certain of her age, he figured he could get by. However, the bartender instantly detected she was too young to drink with him.
"I've got to see your identification, young lady," he informed her flatly.
She looked at Nick.
"You are twenty-one, aren't you?" he whispered.
Rita shook her head. They left together. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to make it up to him.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Nick," she apologized.
"It's all right," he told her. "But I wish you would have told me. It bothers me when I'm pat on the spot like that."
"Nick," she told him, "I guess I'd better be going back to my apartment. I live across from the Carnegie."
"Honey, why don't you go see my place," he told her. "I have a beautiful apartment. We have a great view of the city. We could have drinks and talk about things." She shook her head.
"Every man that I've ever gone out with has tried to put the make on me. So I'm afraid HI have to pass, Nick." Nick shook his head sadly and innocently. "It's dreadful," he told her, "you just can't trust anybody these days. A lot of hookers try to put the make on me, too."
"You're not a bad-looking man, Nick," she admitted, "and I can see why."
"I promise I won't lay a finger on you," he told her, "if you'd just like a friendly chat with me. You will enjoy the view."
Rita agreed. They took a taxi to his place which was a few blocks away. As she entered the apartment house she noticed a guard at the door. "Guess things aren't too safe around here." "No, they aren't," he admitted. "As a matter of fact, we live in perpetual fear. That's awful, isn't it?"
"You bet it is," she said sadly. "I wish the world was different than it obviously is."
He brought out a bottle of whiskey and suggested he could fix her a whiskey sour.
"I'd prefer a Tom Collins, if you don't mind," she told him.
Nick laughed.
"You kids all drink young, don't you?"
She nodded and smiled at him. As they sipped their drinks and looked out the picture window overlooking the lights of New York, Nick told her a few things about himself.
"I came here from Chicago," he explained, "and I have hit it lucky. I'm in the importing business."
"Apparently you've done very well, Nick."
"Yes, I have everything I want but happiness," he said sadly.
"I'm just starting here," she admitted, "and it's difficult when you're beginning, Nick."
Finally Nick admitted that he did want something of her.
"I'll confess," he slurred as he had too much to drink, "I wanted to see your beautiful body in the buff."
"I couldn't undress for you," she said flatly. "For if I did it would only lead to sex: You know that's what you're thinking of."
"I am different," Nick insisted. "If I could just look at you. That would he enough."
Finally Nick convinced Rita that it wouldn't be dangerous for her to strip. Slowly she slid out of her clothes. When he. caught sight of her beautiful bosoms, he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Don't do that, Nick," she insisted. "You said you wouldn't get aroused."
"I can't help myself," he smiled.
She didn't want to pull off her panties at this point. But Nick wanted more than ever to see what she looked like. Coming over to her he tugged the elastic waistband of her panties and then he slid a hand inside and felt of her moistening mound.
"You're beautiful all over," he smiled.
Finally she was coaxed to pull off her panties.
"Turn around," Nick smiled affectionately.
She turned around. And then he looked at her big bosoms.
"Wow!" he told her. "You sure have a gorgeous pair of knockers and what an ass. I've never seen a girl who could stimulate me more."
She started to dress.
"Why don't you let me just look at you while I jack offr It bothered her to think that Nick was this aroused. She felt it wouldn't hurt perhaps if she did have sex with him. Yet she was fearful. She wanted to keep her ladylike pose. It was nice being treated as something special.
"I know that nobody has ever asked you to do anything like this before," Nick smiled sheepishly, "but it would mean an awful lot to me if I could pull on my pecker and look at you. Just keep turning around."
She turned around slowly as she watched him unzipping his fly. Reaching in his pants Nick pulled out his long, hard shaft. He reached in again and fumbled around for his balls. Now he was pumping on his penis while he gently caressed his balls.
"Play with it," he told her.
Naked now, Rita walked over to him. She sat down close to him and let her hands wander over his cock.
"That feels so good," he told her. "Keep your fingers playing with it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
She was enjoying providing Nick with sexual stimulation. But at the same time she was thinking of wild things she could do to entertain him. Finally she bent over and brushed her great bosoms across his balls. Nick's cock quivered. "Rita," he whispered, "why don't you stick your tongue out and lick it like a lollipop?"
His words hypnotized her. Bending over she let her tongue gently slide back and forth across the head of his shaft.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that feels good. Lick it. Suck me."
She was prepared now to provide him with the erotic arousal he wanted so much. Not only did her breasts crush against his balls, but her mouth slipped over his shaft and soon she was sucking on him.
"Suck it off," he whispered anxiously. "Suck, baby, suck. That's how you do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck my juicy dick load."
Opening her mouth she finally let him slip it inside. Nick rammed it down her throat. He was enjoying it enormously now. Reaching for Rita's head he held her in place.
"Suck my pecker," he panted. "Suck it good. That's what I want. Now you're sucking it. Come on, cock sucker, suck it."
She figured she would do as he requested. She found he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her anxiously, "that's how I like it. Now you're sucking. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck it."
Now he was turning on. His hands gripped her head. He held her in place.
"Rita," he exclaimed, "suck my pecker. Suck it good."
The young girl remembered how she had made it with her other lovers. She did her best to give him a super suck. Her tongue whipped around the head of his shaft. And then she could feel him spurting. His hot white load shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Eat it," he begged. "Let me see you swallow it. Oh, baby, it's gonna taste good. Suck my seed."
Nick needed Rita to demonstrate how much it meant to her to eat his cock juice. He remembered all too vividly the ugly incidents with women who would spit out his precious seed. This beautiful young girl with her sensuous red lips clasped over his penis tip was more than willing to gobble his juice. Apparently she had been well trained. His hands caressed her cheeks as he watched her suck and swallow his sperm.
Pulling her mouth off his penis she licked her lips.
"Taste good, honey?" Nick nodded happily.
"You bet your sweet ass it did," she winked.
At that point Nick figured it wouldn't hurt to get a little ass suck action.
"How about rim jobs?" he asked Rita.
He pulled off his pants and shorts and raised up his ass.
"Get down there, baby," he told her, "and see what you can do with your tongue."
Rita spared nothing. She got down around his crotch. Her hands clasped his bare bottom and her tongue slid back and forth across his ass cheeks.
"Oh, suck it," he told her, "suck it. Suck my butt."
Rita's licking tongue movements pleased Nick. He enjoyed the way her hands gripped his buttocks as she closed her eyes and let her tongue sweep over his tingling ass.
"Don't be afraid to slip it right up my asshole," he told .her. "I'll pay you anything you want. Oh, Rita, lick it."
Rita had never thought in terms of getting paid for performing sexually. It bothered her that Nick was thinking of her as a hustler type. She had read plenty of those books about hustling. That was the last thing she. wanted to do.
Pulling her tongue out of his ass, she complained, "I'm not doing this for money," she pouted. "I never said you were," Nick caught himself quickly. "I was only thinking of a little token of my esteem. Something you might slip on your finger."
"That's different," Rita nodded. "I wish I could have a pearl ring. One with diamonds set on both sides."
"Go back to eating my ass," Nick said, realizing what a hooker mentality she possessed, "and we'll talk about it later. All right?"
"Sure, Nick," she said, displaying new enthusiasm as she thought about what she might get from him.
Her tongue licked and lapped at his bare bottom once more. But that wasn't enough for Nick. No way. He wanted to feel her tongue plunging up his asshole and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "don't be bashful. Stiffen your tongue and stab it right up Nick's tender behind. I would love that."
She held his ass firmly as her tongue stabbed up his rectum.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Suck my butt. Suck my asshole."
She went on letting her tongue slide smoothly in and out of his tight, twisting rectum. He twisted about and her movements continued.
"Eat my butt," he told her. "Suck. Suck my sweet ass."
She reached up and began pulling on his penis. It was hard now and she got a big charge out of jacking him.
"Get the rhythm," Nick told her. "That's it. Pull quick. Now you're doing it. Oh I love it. Keep that up. Yes. Keep it up."
She was developing a certain rhythm with her hand movements. Nick picked up on it immediately. He loved the tingling sensations that stimulated his body.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to excite a guy. Now you're doing it, love. Keep it up."
She went on pulling on his penis. His balls tingled.
"Eat me," he begged. "Suck my asshole. Oh, baby, do me."
Her tremendous tongue stabs up his ass combined with her hand grabs on his cock had him ready to explode.
"Baby," he told her, "why don't you let me slide it to you from behind? You sucked it once. It was super. But let's see how it feels to slide it up your asshole."
"Have any Vaseline handy?" Rita asked as she pulled her tongue from his twisting ass.
Nick nodded. He got off the chair where he held his legs apart so she could have easy access to his behind and went to the bathroom. Returning with the Vaseline he began applying it to his penis.
"Here, let me do it," she suggested, taking it away from him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she used her hand effectively to pull on his penis.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "You're really catching on. Oh, baby, I love that."
Now she thought it would be interesting if she got on the floor on all fours.
"Dog-style, Nick?" she grinned as she got on the floor and looked up at him.
Nick marveled at her willingness.
"Right on," he replied.
Mounting her he slipped his cock between her ass crack. With a hard, plunging stab he rode into her.
"Fuck it off," he panted as he thrust it into her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she was providing him with all of the erotic excitement he could take.
"Swing," she told him, "swing your dick to the right and left. I'll, move my ass the opposite direction."
Nick caught on to what she was doing. He thrust to the right and she twisted around.
"Beautiful," he panted as he began massaging and caressing her bare bottom. He enjoyed ravishing Rita's behind. He didn't hesitate to tell her how good she was at this. "You've got a talent for this," he panted as he pumped it into her. "You've got those movements down cold."
It pleased Rita that she could give him such a super ass fuck. She was also imagining the kind of ring that he might get her. Perhaps it would be three diamonds. She would prefer that to one pearl and two diamonds. All of these thoughts were going through her mind while Nick was focusing on her ass and her movements. It was amazing how she could have two thoughts going on at the same time. One about a monetary award and the other about giving him a good performance.
Nick's thick prick stabbed hard now.
"I'm almost there," he told her. "Just keep swinging your ass. Now, baby, now. Oh, hang tight. I'll make it in a minute."
Nick pulled his slippery cock from her asshole. He pressed it between her buttocks. More sperm spurted from his penis tip. She enjoyed the hot juice as it splashed on her back.
"Wow!" she exclaimed as she turned around.
"You enjoy having my pecker slipping up your ass?" he demanded.
"You bet," she nodded and reached for his limp cock.
Chapter Four
Rita told Nick where she worked.
When Nick showed up with a small jewelry box, she was delighted. Opening the box she saw the beautiful pearl set between two small but bright diamonds.
"A token of my esteem," he told her.
"Thank you, Nick," she grinned.
The woman in charge of the modeling agency looked at her suspiciously.
"Could I speak to you, Rita?" she asked her.
Getting Rita aside she told her a few things.
"If there's one thing that you can't do around this place, it's to bring in a sugar daddy. Understand?"
"I'm sorry," Rita apologized.
"Congratulations," the woman smiled sardonically, "but it's just that I don't want you to set a bad example for the other girls. They should be so lucky."
That night Rita met Nick. But Nick had a friend with him.
"This is a business associate of mine," he introduced him. "This is Glenn. Glenn, meet Rita."
"Please to meet you, I'm sure," Rita smiled nervously.
"I told Glenn what a great woman you are," Nick confessed, "and he said he had to meet you."
"No, Rita," he chuckled, "I said I had to eat you."
Rita shrugged.
"That's what I was afraid of," she admitted candidly.
Before the evening was over, Glenn had made arrangements to take her home.
"Can I trust you, Glenn?" she asked him point blank.
"No way," he told her, "I'm too horny tonight. You will have to go along with me."
Glenn looked like a husky football player. She discovered that he was. He had retired from football at the age of thirty-two and become a sales representative for a large mid-western firm. His periodic trips to New York were charges, he claimed.
"I get away from the wife and kids for a while," he admitted, "and it's fun to meet a nice girl and have a good time. My wife is a Puritan by instinct."
"That's too bad," she told him.
Glenn insisted on going in to her apartment when he had taken her home. Then he wanted to stay. From his briefcase he pulled out a small silver flask.
"Will you join me?"
"Fm not old enough to drink," she told him candidly.
"Are you old enough to suck?" Glenn chuckled.
That got her. She didn't appreciate his boldness. More than that, she thought he was being Very crude. She gave him a sock in the jaw that was no more than a tap. But he got the point.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I suck. I'm proud of being a pussy eater. One time I won a pussy eater award with our football orgy."
"That's nice," she grimaced.
"It really was," he explained. "We had this beautiful girl we rented for the night. She was supposed to take care of ten of us guys. She spread magnificently. I was the one who got her to cum the most times. So I won the pussy-eater award tongues down."
At this point Rita began feeling a surge of lust go through her for him. For she could see he was getting a hard-on just talking about it.
"You're a horny character, aren't you?" she smiled.
"You'd better believe it," he told her, "and right now I'm imagining all of the things I could do to you. That is, if you are game."
At this point Rita began a slow strip. It intrigued Glenn as he sat there sipping on his silver whiskey flask.
"I can't wait to see your pussy," he told her. "I've got some wild ideas about what we can do. I've got them tucked in my briefcase."
When she had reduced her clothes to panty and bra, his eyes opened wide. He came over to her and ripped off her panties and pulled off her bra.
"Take it easy, Glenn," she complained. "Are you a sex fiend or something?"
"I hope so," he laughed. "Sex fiends have the most fun."
He looked at her beautiful naked body. He dropped to his knees in adoration. He gripped her hips and let his tongue slip along her slit. Suddenly he was plunging his tongue into her vagina.
"Stop it, Glenn," she begged, "don't do that."
Her pleas were of no avail. For Glenn's passionate tongue was sliding inside of her box. He had gotten the scent and taste of her pussy. That was enough to trigger him on. Beaching down she let her fingers slide through his hair.
"There there, baby," she whispered enticingly, lick it. I guess my pussy is bait for your tongue."
His tongue whipped around in her. And then he gripped her buttocks and caressed them.
"You're dynamite, baby," she told him, "and what a tongue you've got. Oh, honey, keep it up. I love it."
His tongue licked up and down her clit. Exploring with his tongue in her pussy, he tasted her beginning to juice. Hastily he let his teeth bear down lightly on her clit. She was gUSh- ing as he licked and sucked on her love button.
"Eat me," she cried passionately; "yes. baby, eat me."
He continued whipping his tongue around in her. She got so aroused at this point she was trembling.
"I love it," he told her. "Oh, baby, tiiat's beautiful" Finishing devouring her he pulled his tongue from her pussy. He smiled up at her enticingly.
"I've got all sorts of things planned," he told her. "Wait'll I show you in my briefcase."
Glenn could hardly wait to open his briefcase. He wanted her to see the wild idea he was thinking of.
When she caught sight of the dildo in his briefcase, she shook her head in amazement "What on earth are you doing with that thing?"
"Two cocks are better than one," he winked at her.
Glenn began stripping. She got the point.
"I read you," she observed. "You'll be sticking it in my asshole and my pussy at the same time. Are you gonna slide your own cock or the dildo up my ass?"
He waited for a moment before he replied. Then he suggested slyly, "Turn around. Let me see your ass."
When she had turned around and he caught sight of her ripe ass cheeks, he knew what he had in mind. "Baby, I think I'll slip my dick up your asshole. The plastic pecker will do for your pussy."
It did give her a funny feeling to watch him strap on the dildo.
"It'll slide up your pussy nice and easy" he told her. "Don't you worry about a thing." "I'll try not to," she assured him, "but I will be worried. After all, I have a sensitive asshole. Your cock looks mighty big, lover."
"Mentioning my pecker," he told her, "why don't you give it a warm-up with your mouth. Or aren't you a mouth girl?"
"I don't mind," she agreed.
They got on the bed together. He pulled the dildo off and figured he would let her do some sucking before he fucked her.
Straddling Rita's breasts he slowly eased his cock between them.
"I want to massage my cock with your beautiful bosoms," he smiled.
She enjoyed the feel of his rock-hard cock slipping back and forth between her soft breast flesh. His hands reached out and fondled her bosoms adoringly as he pressed.
"Best thing of all," he told her, "is when you tickle the tip of my dick with your tongue."
Rising up he gripped his cock and held it out to her. She reached for it. He removed his hand and let her clasp it. Then she brought it even with her mouth. Slowly she started sucking on the tip of it.
"It's good for you," he told her. "Suck it. Go ahead, suck it."
Slowly she began building up a suction in her mouth. She was sucking now just the way he liked it.
"Keep eating it," he told her. "I like the way way you lick. Oh, darling, you're beautiful. Suck it. Suck it."
She was building up a great suction in the head of his shaft. She reached for his balls. Just as she thought he was about to explode he told her to take her mouth off.
"Honey, slip off it. I wont you to lick my nuts."
She let his big penis head flip from her mouth. He moved up now. He swung his testicles over her face.
"lick them," he begged. "Go ahead, sweetheart, lick my nuts."
He was becoming more and more strongly aroused every moment.
"That's the way," she told him. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I really love that."
If she kept this up much longer he knew he would be shooting. That was what he was aiming for.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Keep it up. Lick my nuts. I love that."
Glenn threw his head from side to side as he savored the thrills that she supplied with her mouth.
Finally when he felt his balls tingling to the point of climax, he though it might be interesting to see if she would do something more.
"Baby, release my balls," he whispered. "My ass needs licking."
He moved forward. He let his buttocks sway over her face. Reaching up she clasped his ass cheeks as he slowly lowered himself. Rita's tongue slid gingerly back and forth across Glenn's bare bottom.
"Lick me," he insisted. "Go ahead, stick your tongue right up my ass crease. That's what I want you to do. Oh, baby, now you're licking. Beautiful," Her tongue gently tickled the ass crack. Then she slowly inserted it into his rectum. He enjoyed it. He moved up and down ever so slowly. He wanted to make the erotic thrills last as long as possible.
"Eat my butt," he begged.
Reaching for his penis he slowly stroked himself. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her tongue slipping up his tight rectum. He wanted to make it last as long as possible.
"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "that feels so good. Keep it up."
She continued pleasing him. He was so excited now he was trembling.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Stab it real fast now. Then I will get ready to fuck you. Forget the damned dildo. I'll slide it up your pussy fast and give you a real fuck."
Glenn felt her tongue savagely attacking his ass. It drove up in rhythmic thrusts. He was so excited now he could hardly wait to slide into her hot, tight pussy.
When he reached a certain peak of stimulation he pulled away. Then he gripped his cock, guiding himself into her hot pussy hole.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "fuck it. That's the way, fuck it good."
With a deep, driving cock stab he rammed hard into her. She enjoyed the sensation.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's like I like it. Fuck me. Grab my pecker with your pussy muscles."
She gripped his cock with her vagina muscles. He went on pounding into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders. They wandered down to clasp his bare round ass cheeks. She squeezed his ass cheeks lovingly. Finally, parting Glenn's behind she let a finger slip up his rectum. Glenn enjoyed the way she massaged his prostate gland with her hand.
"Yes, baby, yes," she urged him on, "I love that. You know how. Keep it up, baby. Oh, yes."
Finally he rammed straight forward. Her pussy muscles went into high gear.
"Now you're doing it," he told her enthusiastically. "Oh, baby, keep fucking. But don't scratch my back off. I don't want to be bleeding when I finish fucking you."
Glenn could not help but remember some women he'd made it with. He remembered how intensely excited they became. And he also remembered bleeding.
As his penis continued thrusting into her, she felt waves of erotic delight flashing in her body.
Suddenly she was cuming. She couldn't stand it any longer. It aroused Glenn even more to see that she was juicing. His cock exploded in her pussy.
"Milk it with your pussy muscles," he ordered her. "Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Just like I like it."
She ground her hips around and seized his cock with her well-trained vagina muscles.
"Yes, baby, yes," he enthused, "that feels super. Now you're doing it."
He was glad that she could supply him with such kicks. When he pulled his thick prick from her pussy he lay beside her and began talking.
"Nick didn't tell me much about you. Just said you were a good lay."
"It's nice of him to say that," she said disgustedly. "Of course, I suppose that's the only kind of thing that he thinks of. Whether or not a girl is a good lay."
"I can't think of anything more important," he smiled.
She saw that she was taking it too seriously. She laughed.
"You're right," she agreed. "You're damned right."
He was caressing her buttocks with his hands. She wondered what he expected.
"You like my ass" Glenn nodded and smiled. Then before she knew what was happening he had slid down and was placing his lips on her buttocks.
"What are you doing?" she laughed as he caressed one ass cheek and licked the other. It made her feel edgy to have someone getting affectionate around such an intimate area.
"I like your ass," he explained, "and I plan to fuck it. I hope you don't mind."
She had to admit she enjoyed it. He knew how to swing his tongue back and forth. Finally Glenn was licking at her asshole. She spread her legs to make it more convenient for him.
"Stick your tongue in there if you want to," she told him.
His tongue plunged up her ass crack. She enjoyed the erotic arousal he was providing her. His fingers slipped into her pussy as his tongue stabbed. She could imagine what it would feel like if Glenn plunged his penis up her rectum. She hoped in a way that he would. She wanted to let him know how good she was at twisting her ass.
"Fuck me," she told him, "go ahead. Screw my ass."
Glenn figured it would be an interesting, erotic experience. As his tongue rode in and out of her asshole as if it were a small penis, she wiggled for him. He continued using his fingers to manipulate and excite her pussy. She enjoyed this pleasurable motion of his finger tips.
"Keep it up, Glenn," she told him. "I like your tongue sliding up my ass. It feels super."
Finally his cock was so hard and he was so hot to plunge it up her asshole that he pulled his fingers and his tongue out of her. He told her, "Have you got anything around here that I could use on my cock to make it slick so I could stab it up your butt?"
"Sure, baby," she smiled knowingly. "Just a minute. I'll bring some Vaseline out to you."
She got off the bed and went to the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. She tossed it to him. Glenn caught it and uncapped it. He dipped his finger in and applied it to his huge penis. She enjoyed the sight of him doing this. She figured it might be fun to massage his balls once she'd covered them with Vaseline, too.
She used the Vaseline on Glenn's testicles. Then she gave him a ball massage. She slowly slipped her hand back and forth the length of his penis shaft and used her other hand for his ball massage.
"I've got to hand it to you," Glenn acknowledged, "you know how to do everything. It feels great. Just keep pulling. That's nice. I love it when you tug on my nuts. Oh, yes. You're really gonna get the shaft. Right up your ass, baby."
She could tell from the way he talked he had a pretty good opinion of himself. And she was certain he would be a very good stud man. For he had done some wonderful things with his tongue slipping and sliding around in her box and her ass crack.
"What position do you want me in, Glenn?" she asked, her eyes misty and her voice dreamy.
"I'd like you on your back," he informed her. "Then I can watch your face when I'm fucking you. I can slip my fingers into your pussy. I want to see the thrills register when I stab my prick up your butt."
Chapter Five
Rita was fearful of Glenn.
His penis seemed more like a pistol to her. And it was being aimed for her asshole. Glenn's firm hands gripped her soft ass flesh. With a hard, driving jab he forced his huge cock right up her rectum. She twisted and turned as he rode into her.
"Fuck it, damn it," he exclaimed. "Twist your butt around. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he rammed into her.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
It was obvious to her that he obtained a certain measure of sadistic pleasure ramming in her ass in this crude manner. She tried to make the most of it. Bending over she felt his hands clasp her buttocks. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he jabbed it to her.
"Fuck," he panted as he rammed. "That's the way, baby, fuck it off." Rita had to do the work all right. She kept her tail twisting. At the same time she made sure that her ass muscles were seizing his cock and squeezing as he drove into her.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck it off."
With deep strokes he went on stabbing into her. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. She hoped that he would get it off quickly. Figuring that she might bring him there if she twisted her tail for him, she did so. He loved the way her ass wiggled.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Just like I like it. Now you're fucking. Keep it up. Fuck it."
As he was about to explode he bent over. He reached for her breasts. He squeezed them as he finished fucking her ass.
She felt the hot flash of sperm shooting up her rectum. She squeezed all the cream out of his cock.
"Baby," he said in a low voice, "it's beautiful. Milk it with your ass. That's it."
Glenn had never gotten an ass fuck like this. His wife was turned off the anal trip completely. He couldn't thank Rita enough when he'd finished.
"You were just horny," she laughed as she rolled over on the floor and looked up at him.
The big husky football player straddled the beautiful girl. He looked down into her eyes. Lovingly he let his hands caress her cheeks.
"Sex is fun," he told her, "when you've got a playmate. I don't mean just a wife who's frigid. I mean a chick who digs sex. A chick who likes to lick dick and let her ass get fucked. You're wonderful, baby. And don't you think I don't appreciate it."
It made her laugh to see how he could carry on. Apparently she had given him a good time. But Rita didn't think she was that good at it It was strange to see the smile forming on his face. A look of total satisfaction pleased her.
Glenn left her that night. But the next day at her office Nick phoned.
"I won't come in because I don't care to deal with that bitch you work for," he chuckled, "but, baby, I've got a nice gift for you. Glenn was ordering some of our products on his business trip. He really ordered double. I think it was you."
She made an appointment to get together with Nick that night.
"Why do you stay there?" Nick asked her point blank. "I could set you up in a nice apartment. You wouldn't have to work."
Rita threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, yes, I'd have to work," she assured him. "You would see to that."
"As you like it," Nick replied.
She didn't go out with Nick much more. For she was. starting a circle of her own young friends.
There was one young man she really enjoyed talking to. She had snagged him away from one of the models when he was up there waiting for her. Cathy was such a bitch anway, that she didn't think she'd done anything wrong when she accepted a date with Jerry. Jerry was a young law student who wanted to change the world. But in the meantime he wanted to get some kicks.
"I'm not gonna get serious," Jerry told her flatly, "until I get my law degree. So I'm not wife shopping."
"I'm not husband shopping either," she told him flatly. "As a matter of fact, I'd be disappointed if you suggested getting married. I just want some fun. Is that all right with you?"
He assured her it was.
"There's a lot of things we can do," she told him, "and for one thing, I would like to see New York."
The following weekend Jerry drove her out to Long Island. She was having such a wonderful time that she didn't want to go back.
"We can just find a motel and stay here the weekend," he suggested.
As they drove past quite a few motels she spotted one that she thought he might enjoy.
"See that one over there?" she grinned. "It looks like they would have some interesting movies. Adult films and water beds."
"Pm in the market for that, if you are," he winked.
She nodded. Jerry reached out and patted her thigh. Then he drove into the motel parking lot, went into the office and registered.
"How did you sign in?" she laughed.
"Mr. and Mrs. John Adams," he laughed. "Of 405 Washington Street, Boston," "Tht sounds very proper," she laughed.
They went into the motel and Jerry immediately turned on the television. There was a very erotic scene of a black man plunging his cock into a white woman. But he was doing it in a dramatic manner that fascinated Jerry. A white woman was bending over the bed and the black man was gripping her hips as he thrust his cock ruthlessly up her asshole.
"I'd like to try that," Jerry observed.
"Not on my ass you won't," she told him.
"You'd feel good the way I do it," he told her.
"No way," she insisted. "I'm not gonna let you attack my ass."
Putting her hands protectively behind her, she tried to coax Jerry out of doing it.
"But your ass was made for it," he insisted.
Forcefully he grabbed her. And then he forced himself upon her.
"Jerry, we're not even naked," she told him.
Jerry saw to that quickly. He undressed swiftly and then he undressed her. As she stood before him totally nude, he became more eager for her.
"Get on the bed and stretch out," he told her. "I want to lick your ass."
Jerry got on the bed. He rubbed his chest against her buttocks. Soon his tongue was licking back and forth across her ass cheeks. The next thing she )
new he was fingering her pussy and sucking on her asshole. She arched up to receive him. It did feel erotic and pleasurable.
"All right, Jerry," she whispered, "if you want to fuck my ass so bad, you can."
Jerry wasted no time. He plunged his rigid cock right up her rectum. Fortunately he supplied some lubrication with his spit. He watched the television screen as he saw another couple having sex.
"Hey, look at that will you," he told her. "They're having a sucking sixty-nine session. It's fun to watch another couple* sixty-nine while I'm giving you a good ass fuck."
Rita turned around. She looked at the television. Sure enough, there was a couple stretched out. The man was sticking his tongue in the woman's pussy and the woman was grasping his penis and sucking on the head of it.
"Looks like she's enjoying it," she smiled.
"You bet your ass," he told her.
He went on pounding his penis up her rectum. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, beautiful. Twist it for me. Grind your hips."
She churned her butt around. He loved the sensation.
"Keep fucking," she uiged him. "Yes. I love it. Now you're doing it."
Jerry went on thrusting into her. He was cuming closer and closer to climax.
"Keep doing it," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Yes. Fuck it off."
As the thick penis continued jabbing up her ass she became more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want it. Come on, fuck it. Fuck it off."
The intense pleasure that he felt at this point had him shaking.
"Yes, hot momma," he gasped as he rammed it into her. Swing your ass. Keep doing it. That's the way I love it."
He went on shoving into her. She became more and more eager for it.
"Fuck it," he whispered, "fuck, baby, fuck."
With repeated cock stabs he went on jabbing into her. At the same time Rita's ass kept revolving on his slippery shaft.
"I'm almost there," he begged. "Keep twisting. Oh, baby, now you're fucking."
All at once Jerry's big cock exploded. She milked him with a twisting motion of her ass. She was developing marvelous maneuverability with her ass muscles. Jerry could see this.
"Your butt has been rammed before," he told her. "You know just how to give a guy a good screwing. Baby, you're beautiful."
She was pleased that he was getting such a charge out of it. Finally it was over. As he eased off her he looked at her adoringly.
"You know, baby," he smiled, "I really enjoy having sex with you. You're beautiful."
She lay back and looked at him.
"You expected an awful lot of me. But it was fun."
Jerry got dressed. He went out and got them a pizza and some beer. As he drank and ate his pizza, he went on watching the movies. Now.they had a shot of a girl making it with a dog.
"Look at that dog wag his tail," he laughed.
"What kind of dog is that, Jerry?" Rita asked curiously as she sipped her beer and nibbled on her pizza.
"Who gives a damn?" he chuckled. "The important thing is watching that tiger fuck. He's really going after her hot and heavy. Fuck her good!"
Jerry was talking to the dog as if he could hear. Then he looked at Rita.
"How about doing some licking, honey?" he smiled.
"What do you want licked, Jerry?" she asked him curiously.
"Everything," he explained. "I want my balls sucked, my cock sucked and my ass, too. And you might as well start from the top of my head and go to my feet. Come back to the middle and suck off around the crotch."
She knew what he expected.
"You're asking for a trip around the world with my tongue."
Jerry nodded and smiled as he lay back and spread out his arms and legs for her. He even slid a pillow under his ass.
"I'll make it easy for you," he told her.
She straddled him at first. She licked in his ears and then she licked his forehead. She licked his nose and licked his lips. Then she worked down to his chest. He loved the feeling of her licking along his chest. She stroked his arms as she licked down to his belly but- ton. Then she worked to his crotch. But just as he instructed, she didn't lick around his crotch but instead moved down his legs. She worked down his inner thigh and then to his calves and then to his feet.
"Lick each toe," Jerry laughed.
Obviously he was getting a big charge out of having her do this demeaning licking bit. She figured that if it gave him such a big kick she'd do it. But she wasn't getting much of a kick out of it at all.
Now Jerry was going ape. He was horny as all get out. His cock was lengthtening and he was wiggling all over the bed.
"Try the other leg now," he insisted. "My cock won't be able to hold out much longer."
She worked down his other leg. She let her tongue slide back and forth around his bare behind for a moment but then instantly went down to his inner thigh and his calves and his foot. Jerry got so worked up when he felt her tongue lapping at his ass crack that he almost told her to forget his foot. But as she sucked on his big toe down to his little toe he was glad she'd continued. For he knew that if she'd ever given him a rim job he would have juiced. All of the erotic pleasure that he was enjoying hanging on the cliff of climax would have been gone. He loved it just this way.
"Baby," he coaxed her, "suck me. Suck nay ass. Come on back and start licking it."
She moved up to his crotch. Jerry raised up his legs. He spread his legs wide so she could have easy access to his body.
Slipping her hands under his bare bottom she squeezed his ass cheeks as her tongue worked back and forth on his behind and then worked penetrating his asshole. Jerry really enjoyed it when she let her tongue slip between his great divide and stabbed right up his asshole.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Come on, fuck it."
Her penetrating tongue up his ass accompanied by her hand grasping his penis and pulling it, pleased him.
"Jerk it," he begged her. "Baby, that's it. Jerk my dick. And lick my ass."
She continued rimming his asshole. Then she pulled out and began nibbling and sucking on his balls. Jerry was very fond of this.
"Open your mouth and slip my nuts inside," he told her.
Opening her mouth she let Jerry's balls swing inside. Her tongue licked back and forth.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on. Lick my nuts. Beautiful."
Her tongue swung to his testicles. She thrilled to the thought of getting to suck off his cock. She could hardly wait to find out what he was going to taste like. Finally she released his balls and licked up and down the length of his penis shaft. She didn't instantly put her mouth over his cock. She wanted to wait until he begged for it.
Jerry, in the meantime, was waiting for her to suck on it forcefully. He figured she would go crazy for cock. But it didn't work that way. All she did was tease and tantalize him with her tongue until he had to beg her to do it.
"Hurry up and suek off my cock," he told her flatly.
She grasped his huge penis shaft and let her tongue slip and slide back and forth across the head of it.
"Suck it," he told her. "Come on, baby, suck me."
She took his full penis in her mouth. She worked her tongue back and forth over the head of it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "that's how I like it. Now you're sucking. Come on, be a good cock sucker. Eat my cream. Drain it."
Her head bobbed up and down on his penis. Jerry thrilled to the sight of her mouth taking the tip of it and the cheeks pulling in as she ate him.
"Hang tight, honey," he told her. "I'm gonna feed you a good load. Lunch time. Get set. You're on a liquid diet. Sperm, baby, sperm. Suck it out."
She got a big charge out of the way Jerry was trying to brain wash her into thinking his sperm was that super. She knew she would soon find out just how super it did taste.
He threw his legs over her shoulders. He pressed his hot thighs against her cheeks as she ate him.
"Lick it," he begged her. "Damn it, suck it. Oh, yes, suck it off. That's what I want. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, suck me. Suck my cock off. Suck it."
The erotic pleasure that he received as she blew him had him shaking.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Come on, sweetheart, suck it off. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock off. Suck it off."
All at once his hot white cream exploded in her mouth.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck all the cream out. That's what I want you to do. Eat it."
She was sucking and swallowing him. Jerry reached down and gripped her head and held her in place.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's how I want you to do it. Lick it. Suck it off. Yes, baby, suck it. Every drop of it. Suck it off."
The erotic delight that he found as she gobbled his cock was more pleasurable than anything he'd ever known sexual speaking before.
When she had finished blowing him, she eased off slowly.
"Oh, baby," she told her lover, "you don't know how good it felt to lick your dick. You were loaded.".
Jerry knew this was the truth. He was glad that she accepted his full penis.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I want to eat you now. Just lie back and let me lick you all over."
At this point she rolled over on her back. It didn't take Jerry long to get on top of her. He began licking quickly all around her bosoms. He loved to play with one breast and suck on the other. Then he nimbly worked his way down to her fur-trimmed triangle. However, he just brushed his tongue lightly over her box and moved down to her inner thigh. He sucked on her legs and worked down to her feet. But all the time that he was licking around her feet, his fingers were pressing in her pussy.
"Oh, it feels good when you play with me like that," she told him. "Keep it up. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Come on, finger me."
Using the moisture that he derived from her pussy to slip up her asshole, Jerry let his finger slide up her ass crack.
"Oh, do it, baby," he told her. "Just like I like it. Keep it up."
He was fascinated with her holes. And he let his tongue slip against her ass crack. Then he brought his tongue even with her pussy and pressed his lips against her pussy lips. Next he dipped his tongue inside. He let it roam around inside of her. He flipped it across her love button. Soon he was nibbling her with his teeth. His hands grasped her ass cheeks. He clutched her tightly and squeezed.
"Eat me, Jerry," she panted. "Lick my pussy. Oh, you pussy eater. Stick your tongue way up in there."
Jerry not only stuck his tongue all the way into her pussy, but he utilized his fingers to play with her ass. Using one finger to penetrate her asshole, he provided her with dual excitement.
"Baby," she told him, "I'm almost there. Keep sucking my pussy. Suck me. Nibble me."
Biting down lightly on her clit he went on sucking and lashing and licking her crotch. Then she juiced in his face. He licked quickly.
"Eat me," she cried out passionately. "Suck my pussy. Yes, yes, baby. Suck me."
She got a big charge out of the way Jerry handled himself. He knew how to use his tongue in her pussy. It was obvious to her that he had sucked a lot of pussy before. And she was glad for this.
When he had finished doing her he licked his lips and suggested something wild.
"I'd like an orgy," he said flatly. "A three-way fuck. You would enjoy it. Honest you would."
"No," she shook her head in protest, "I don't want to get involved like that. It's enough with-you."
But Jerry kept talking.
"You haven't lived until you've felt a pecker slipping in your ass and a pecker slipping in your pussy at the same time. I could go to a bar near here and pick up a guy and tell him I've got this cute oversexed nympho chick waiting to get screwed. How about it?"
She shook her head.
"I don't want to get involved like that, Jerry," she told him.
"For, baby?" he asked with that innocent look that always captured her heart.
"All right, for you," she finally agreed.
Even though it was disturbing and disgusting to her she thought she would go along with him. She didn't like the idea at all. But if he wanted it she figured she'd let him have it
Chapter Six
Jerry went to a nearby bar where they were showing adult movies.
As he watched two girls making out on a bed he looked at the guy who was watching the film intently.
"Looks like fun," he observed.
"You bet your ass it does," the guy slurred.
"I wish I could find me some chick to ball tonight. I'm as horny as a bull."
"Maybe you're in luck," Jerry told him.
"I've got this oversexed nympho that I can't take care of. I've got her stashed away in a motel."
"How much?" the man asked Jerry.
"I'm not a pimp," he chuckled, "I'm just a guy who likes a good time. If you like a good time, too, let's get together on this."
He nodded and smiled.
"I read ya," he told him. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea."
They introduced themselves and then they went to the motel room.
"Rita," Jerry smiled, "I want you to meet Dale."
"Pleased to meet you, Dale," Rita grinned. "I hope Jerry didn't frighten you. I'm really not all that bad. I just enjoy fucking and sucking."
"Hey, I wish you'd lick my ass and suck my cock," he told her. "I mean, I'll screw you and everything. I'll fuck you with him if that's what he wants. But I have a hard time getting my cock sucked. How about it?"
Rita looked at Jerry. Jerry nodded.
"Sure, why not?" he asked.
At that point Dale stripped. He had difficulty pulling off his shorts because his cock was sticking out so far.
"You're well hung, Dale," she observed.
Proudly Dale stroked himself to full size.
"Where do you want me, sweetie?" he grinned.
"You can stand up and I'll kneel in front of the mirror, if that would give you a charge," she told him.
"I'd love that just fine," he assured her. "Sure, that'd be beautiful."
Rita walked over to the mirror. Jerry, in the meantime, sat on the edge of the bed and began fumbling with his cock and balls. It was providing erotic excitement for him just to watch. Rita gripped Dale's huge penis. She brought it to her lips. She glanced in the mirror to watch. It did add a measure of pleasure to look in the mirror.
"Hey, this is beautiful," he told her. "You've got a lot of talent, honey. I'm real proud of you."
At this point she was pleased with the idea of sucking. She thought he could give her a good load. She was beginning to enjoy the taste of sperm.
"I want to give you a good suck," he told her. "Now just get ready, baby."
She opened her mouth and it didn't take Dale long to thrust inside. He gripped her head and held her as he swiftly pushed his penis in and out of her mouth.
"Hey, let me deep throat fuck you," he said eagerly. "Just like they do in the movies. Oh, baby, how many times I've imagined it was Linda Lovelace's throat I was fucking. Yes. Takethis. Every inch of it."
Proudly Dale thrust his huge shaft down her throat. She almost choked on his cock. She did her best to control it. She pulled back so she could breathe.
"Hey, I don't want to kill you," he laughed. "You couldn't finish sucking my cock off if I did."
She let her tongue slip back and forth across the tip of his penis. He enjoyed this enormously.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Suck it. Come on, baby, suck my big stick. Suck it."
She was using her tongue and her teeth effectively. Dale liked the way she nibbled on the head of his shaft. However, what he really liked was the way she built up a suction.
"Eat it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my dick stick. That's what I want you to do. Suck it for me. Suck it off."
He was becoming hotter and hornier for her. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he juiced. He wanted that moment of splashdown more than anything.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck my cock. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's what I want. Now you're sucking. Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck it off."
All of the sudden his cock exploded. His hot white cream jet sprayed into her mouth. She gulped greedily. "Eat it," the man gasped. "Suck each drop. Drain my dick. Oh, baby, just like I like it. Suck it off Ohhh, yes, yes. Suck it. Suck it off."
She was giving him just the erotic excitement he wanted so much.
"Eat it," he told her. "Beautiful, baby. Suck it all out."
When she had finished blowing him and swallowing his stuff, she pulled off. She looked over to Jerry.
"Hey, buddy, have a drink," Jerry suggested, "and then we'll both take her on. You can slip it up her ass while I slide it in her pussy."
He had gotten Dale horny just thinking about another fuck. He looked at her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"You're a nice-looking gal back there," he told her. "I like to get in by the back door.
That's one thing my disgusting wife won't let me do. She says it's perverted. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"I enjoy it," Rita assured him.
He slapped her ass and pressed his huge shaft against her ripe buttock. Then he took the drink Jerry handed him.
"Thanks, partner," he told him. "This is really nice of you to be so thoughtful."
"I will lie on my back," Jerry volunteered, "and she can slide onto my cock. I'll be thrusting it into her pussy while you can get ready to slip it up her asshole. How does that grab you?"
He nodded and smiled.
"It'll be a lot of fun," he agreed.
At this point they were prepared. It wasn't going to be much longer.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "lef s get cracking. We're gonna have a real good time."
It didn't take him long. He was eager to slip his long hard shaft into her pussy. She slid down over him and then her other lover straddled her. He spit in his hand and lubricated his shaft in this manner. He gripped her firm round ass cheeks and plunged his penis between them. Rita felt ravished at this point. It was strange she was enjoying it.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me. I want to feel every inch of it slipping in there. Yes, baby. Now you're doing it. That's right. Fuck it" With deep strokes he rammed into her. She was hot for it now all the way.
"Do it," she told him. Keep it up. That's what I want. Now you're fucking. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it off."
With penetrating cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She was turned on all the way.
"Give it to me," she cried ecstatically. "Oh, baby, if s beautiful. Keep screwing me. I want it."
He went on ramming into her. She loved every driving inch of it. It was a strange feeling to be fucked by two men at the same time. But it was a most pleasurable one. She swung her breasts back and forth across his chest.
"Fuck me," she ordered him. "Go ahead, fuck me good."
With deep, penetrating strokes Dale screwed her asshole. He loved the way she turned it. It was also equally strange to him. For he had never had an orgy fuck like this. He could feel Jerry's cock fucking her pussy while he fucked her asshole.
"Twist it," Dale told her. "Thaf s it. Oh, baby, take my pecker along for the trip. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck. Fuck it."
His hands clasped her buttocks. He was ramming it into her hard now.
"Keep doing it," she told him. "I love it. I want to feel it."
With hard, driving cock stabs he went on thrusting.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "it feels fantastic. I love it."
Dale had never known anything like this. He was savagely assulating her asshole. She wished that he would stop. But it was adding fuel to the fire in Jerry's loins. When Jerry observed how excited his friend was getting fucking her ass, he went on stabbing it into her pussy with deep, hard thrusts.
"Fuck it off," Jerry called out. "Fuck it. Thaf s the way to do it. Now you're doing it. Give it to her good."
He was ramming it ruthlessly. She hated being an object of such an assult. But she couldn't Jielp herself. She was trapped between them.
"Oh, wow!" Jerry exclaimed. "I can hardly stand it. Yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Keep fucking."
She was getting it now as she never thought cm she would.
"Oh, keep it up," Dale begged. "I feel it Oh, baby, I feel it all the way to my toes," The erotic excitement was surging through him. And heinew that he couldn't take much more of this without exploding. His big hairy balls bounced on her buttocks as he went on ramming savagely.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it, sweetheart. Fuck it off. Fuck it for me. Fuck it good."
All of this erotic excitement had him trembling. Suddenly his cock exploded. A second later Jerry got his gun off. Rita loved the sensation of having one penis splashing up her asshole while the other penis exploded in her pussy. She/came, too. The erotic enchantment had Jerry's cock slipping and sliding in her pussy. He patted her ass. So did Dale.
"Wonderful," Dale told her. "Oh, I've never had a night like this. I'm sure glad your buddy picked me up at a bar. This is fun."
Finally Dale was persuaded to pull his long, hard penis out of her ass crack.
"I'm stiff being in this position," she laughed as she pulled her pussy from Jerry's cock.
Jerry looked at her joyfully.
"You're wonderful," he told her. "I really enjoyed this. We ought to get Dale to swap." Dale sat there sadly.
"I'm afraid it would never work," he told them. "My wife is a religious fanatic. She thinks fucking is wrong. If you're having kids, it's all right. But other than that, she doesn't believe in it. Can you imagine anything so crazy?"
Jerry got a drink and sat down and explained his feelings on the subject.
"That's ridiculous," he told him. "With the world ready to go to hell and back because there are too many people here, the last thing we need is viewpoints like this. Sex was meant for a release from tension. As such, it's good. But when it comes to this kind of crap, it's sick. And I mean sick."
Jerry had gotten his point across. Dale agreed. But Dale felt he'd better get going.
"My old lady will ask me where I've been," he acknowledged, "and I will have to do some inventing."
"Don't drink anymore," Rita warned him, "because she will know you've been to a bar."
"I have been to a few bars in my time," he admitted.
Dale got dressed and left Rita with Jerry. Jerry got to talking about some ideas he had in mind.
"I wish I could start a place where they could have communal living," he told her. "It would really be something. Everybody could share everybody. We would not have the kids call anybody father or anybody mother. It would be a unique experiment."
Rita didn't know as she could go for anything that far out.
"I'm sorry to have to disagree with you," she told him frankly, "but I think children need parents. It's all right if adults want to fuck around. But don't let the kids grow up without discipline."
"Maybe I'm just a wild fucker," he told her. "Trying to rationalize my.way to get all the pussy I can."
"That probably is the way it is," Rita laughed. "The mind does have a strange way of bending when it wants to rationalize what it wants to believe."
At that point Jerry felt he had to suck her pussy again. While she watched the television when they were having one girl blow ten guys, she watched Jerry eating her. It was a pleasure to look at the television and see the girl sucking head while she could glance down between her own legs and watch Jerry. Jerry did have a soothing way of using hs tongue to caress her pussy. She enjoyed it enormously. He gripped her ass cheeks and held her as he got her nose right down in there and sniffed and licked and sucked.
"Do me, baby," she said when he finally got her going. "Oh, honey, just keep that tongue swinging. I'm almost there. You'll bring me around, baby. Come on, sweetheart, suck me. That's the way to do it. Suck my pussy. Suck it off."
Soon he was nibbling and licking her love button. She reached down and gripped his head and held him in place as she pumped her pelvis. Soon she was juicing. That was the moment that Jerry had waited for. He lapped up her pussy juices with eager, hot desire flashing in his body.
"Suck me," she cried, "suck me. That*s it. Oh, Jerry baby, eat my snatch."
Jerry licked quickly in darting movements. When he'd finished licking her pussy he held her ass up and started sucking on her asshole. She watched in the mirror. It was an erotic sight to see the girl on the screen still sucking down the line of cocks. And at the same time she could watch Jerry eating her asshole.
"Give me a good rim job, baby," she told him. Jerry did just that. With nimble finger work he kept her pussy entertained. She loved the way he could pull and twist on her love button while he sucked her ass. Once more she gripped his head and held him lovingly.
"You're a real Romeo," she told Jerry. "A motel Romeo. Oh, baby, I want to give you an award for eating my pussy. Nobody has ever used their tongue the way you have. You appreciate a woman. That's why I can keep climaxing for you. You keep licking and I'll keep cuming."
Jerry went on sucking and licking her snatch. And she kept right on juicing. He went back to sucking her pussy when he saw she was dripping. It pleased him that his tongue flipping in and out of her ass crack had brought her pussy around. Of course, some of it had to be attributed to his fancy finger work. For Jerry was a knowledgeable man when it came to know how to use his tongue, his teeth, his fingers, his nose, everything, in a woman's box.
Finally when he'd finished licking her he rested his head on her thigh. He caressed her ass cheek and looked up at her.
"Down, boy," she smiled.
He nodded.
"I've been there, baby," he told her with a sly grin.
Chapter Seven
Rita was beginning to feel trapped in the sins of the city.
She felt perhaps if there was a change of scene she could lead a different life. She was tired of the noise, the dirt, the muggings and figured she would go to someplace more peaceful.
She picked a small mid-Western town not far from Chicago. She had some good references and it didn't take her long to get a job working for Ned Steward, an insurance agent.
Ned proved to be a very good boss. He never put the make on her but he did keep her work- ing late. Rita was reading deep books of philosophy and enjoying her relaxing times.
But one might when Ned was upset over a large claim, he began drinking.
"What was life like in the big city, Rita?" he asked her bluntly.
"The way life is in all big cities," she replied.
"That's not saying much," he told her. "Maybe it isn't," Rita admitted candidly, "but really, Ned, don't bother me. I don't like to think about it."
"Why not?" he asked her. "I'll bet you were a lucky little lady. No doubt you could turn men on with your gorgeous body. Around here we don't have much of that. We have to be content with what our wives begrudging-ly give us."
When she saw how angry Ned was getting she figured it was time for her to leave.
"I guess I've done all the work I can do tonight," Rita said, closing her file cabinet and reaching for her purse as she prepared to leave.
But it wasn't quite that easy.
"Rita," he told her, "I wish I could have sex with you. I've been thinking about it a long time."
"You're drunk, Ned," she told him- "Why don't you go home to your wife? F1I call Mary up if you want me to."
"I don't want her," Ned laughed. "T want you. Don't you understand that?"
She understood all too well what Ned wanted. But as far as she was concerned it was out.
"Ned, leave me alone," Rita complained.
But her tall, blond, muscular boss wasn't having it that way. His arms swept around her and he pressed his lips against hers.
"Stop it, Ned," she protested.
"No, baby," he told her, "I want to lick your pussy. I guess you suspected that."
"Ned," she whimpered, "you sound like a sex maniac. Leave me alone."
"I'm a Doctor Jekyl and Mr. Hyde," the insurance man smiled sardonically. "As a matter of fact, underneath this cool exterior there is a fiery fucking furnace."
To prove his point, Ned reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out his long hard cock.
"Ned, what are you trying to do?" she asked evenly as she glanced at his quivering long penis shaft.
"I want to introduce you to my pecker," he told her. "Meet Ned, junior. Doesn't he look like a good boy? He stands up straight and tall.
And he has two balls to support him. I'll show you those, too."
Ned reached in his shorts and pulled out his big hairy balls. She looked at them nervously.
"Ned, you ought to be ashamed of yourself," she told him point blank.
"But the trouble is I'm not," he shook his head and smiled.
He gripped her hand and placed it on his rigid cock.
"Just play with it," he smiled anxiously. "Go ahead, honey. Reach down and jerk it for me."
She reached down and gripped his thick, pulsating penis. She tugged on it slowly. Ned was becoming more and more aroused.
"You haven't got the hand rhythm," he told her. "Mary never did know how to do it either. I guess I have to teach you dames everything."
To prove his point, Ned got rough. He gripped her hand. He placed it on his penis and then he placed his hand over hers. He pulled now with a hard, even stroke.
"How about that?" lie enthused. "I'm gonna pull my pecker for you. Watch. Watch it."
He was pulling at a good clip now. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Oh, you know how, honey. Sure, baby. Now you're jerking Ned's joy stick. Keep it up."
This was just the kind of activity Ned liked. He enjoyed forcing a fresh young girl to satisfy his dark carnal lusts.
"Now you're getting the rhythm," he smiled affectionately, "and, baby, there's a rhythm to give a mouth job, too. Ever give a guy a blow job?"
Rita thought she had better play it innocent. She shook her head.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ned," she told him.
"You probably refer to it as fellatio," he slurred, "but in my book a cock suck is a cock suck is a cock suck."
She could tell from the way his penis was vibrating that it wouldn't be too much longer until he was juicing.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her. "Such talent. You've got it. Oh, baby, wait'Il I give you a good time. Just keep doing that. I love that. Yes, baby. That's super."
He was more and more excited now. So was she.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "wait till I feed you my cock. If s juicy. I'm gonna shoot you a real heavy load. Just wait. Oh, baby, you're wonderful."
Finally Ned forced the young girl to her knees. As she glanced up at his huge, quivering penis she saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small slit at the crown of his shaft.
"Lick it," he smiled happily.
She let her pink tongue tip lash out at the head of his shaft.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Now put your mouth around it, honey, and suck on it."
He pushed forward. Her mouth moved over his cock. She was sucking on it smoothly. It pleased Ned to see the way her mouth slid back and forth as she sucked him.
"That's what you call giving a blow job," he smiled, "and I love it. Baby, I want to shove it down your throat. I want to teach you what cock sucking is all about."
Saying no more he gripped her head and forced his hard, slippery shaft down her throat.
"Breathe deep, baby," he told her, "cause it may be your last breath. What a way to go!"
She knew Ned was joking. But she did wonder just how much of this she could take.
"Oh, suck me," Ned begged her. "Suck me.
That's the way to do it, darling. Suck my big joy stick. It's juicy."
He pulled back and then let her focus her tongue action on his cock. He could tell from the way she was blowing him she'd done it before. He was glad as he wanted her to give him a professional cock suck.
"Keep the tongue action going," he told her. "You're almost there. Beautiful."
She was pleased that she could perform so well for him. Now he was plunging it down her throat and only his balls were riding her lips. "Yes, baby, yes,'- he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck it off. Oh, baby, suck. Suck it off."
Suddenly his cock exploded. Ned's hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Eat every drop of it," he gasped as he shot her a heavy load.
She gobbled his cum. It actually tasted good to her.
When she had finished sucking him off she pulled away.
"Like it?" he nodded.
He reached out and patted her head affectionately. She nodded and smiled up at him.
"I figured you would," he told her.
Ned's cock was still rigid. As she got to her feet he pulled her back to himself.
"Rita, there's one thing I've always wanted to do to you," he confessed, "and that's slip it to you from behind. I hope you don't mind."
It did bother her that he wanted to try this warped sexual act on her body. She was so glad that she'd gotten away from it in New York.
"Damn it, Ned, you're not gonna fuck my asshole," she said bluntly.
"To get that angry about it," he chuckled, "means you've been fucked up the ass before. I can always tell."
"Damn you," she snapped, "you apparently don't care about my feelings. All you want out of me is your own satisfaction and kicks. Well, you can go to hell." "Oh, honey," he told her, "I just want to go up your ass a little ways. I wouldn't have to slide it all the way."
"Someone tried that on me once," Rita said, masking her rage as best she could, "and it was terrible. I won't let you do it."
"I'll give you a raise," he smiled.
"You can take your job and shove it up your asshole," she quipped.
It got her the way he was acting. Here she thought he was a model mid-Western husband. A man who was stable and respectable. But she found that the same old dark desires that haunted her past were haunting her now.
She had made her point. But Ned hadn't made his point. Suddenly he threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately. As he pressed his lips against hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth, his hands reached down to cup her ass cheeks. He caressed them gently as he went on Frenching. It was amazing how Ned could get what he wanted out of her. She was seeing his use of strategy. It did please her to see the way he could use his tongue in her mouth. She imagined he could be an expert pussy eater. For he did have a marvelous way of wiggling his tongue so that she became more and more excited.
"Baby, I want to eat you," he told her. "I want to lick you and love you all over. But first, baby, I want to slip my pecker up your asshole. Please."
There was a certain little-boy expression about Ned that did get to her. He knew he was communicating.
"I promise I won't ever be rough," he told her.
"Ned," she shook her head, "I don't want you slipping your penis up my asshole unless it's coated with Vaseline or KY. It can be a dangerous weapon when it's used that way."
Ned finally agreed.
"We'll drive out to a motel," he told her, "and you can sign in. After you're in the room you can come out and get me. I'm too well-known here to register."
"I know that," Rita said evenly, "and I don't like cheating on^ your wife, Mary."
"Don't worry about her," he told her. "Mary doesn't give a damn about sex. She's a real ice cube."
Ned talked her into it. They got in the car together and left the office. First Ned stopped at a liquor store. He picked up a bottle of Vodka, orange juice, ice cubes, some bourbon and 7-Up. He waited for her to go to the drug store so she could get something that would make it easy for him to slide his cock up her asshole.
"Well, we're all set," Ned smiled when they got back in the car together again.
As they drove to the motel, Ned got to talk to her some more.
"Don't you fool me," he told her. "You've probably been to orgies and everything. I've been watching you closely, Rita. I can tell when a girl has been around."
Rita was curious to know how Ned made his deductions.
"Would you mind telling me," she asked with heavy sarcasm, "how you made this startling discovery?"
"Call it male instinct," he smiled.
"Call it male ego," she replied cryptically. "You men like to think all women are nuts about you. Honey, I left New York because T was tired of men pursuing me."
Ned reached over and patted her thigh affectionately.
"I don't like being clawed," she said. "I feel like a thing. Like a sex machine. You stick your cock in me and I'm supposed to light up like a pinball machine. Forget it."
"I wasn't thinking of a mechanical sex object," he told her, "but a hot-blooded woman who needed the fire of my pecker stabbing into her to keep her entertained."
When they came to a motel on the outskirts of the city, Ned let her out so she could sign in.
"I can meet you at the coffee shop on the corner," he told her, "and don't use your real name. It isn't wise."
She nodded. She got out and Ned wondered for a moment if she really would walk to the motel or desert him. He was pleased as he saw her open the motel office door and walk to the registration desk. He turned about and drove to the parking lot of the coffee shop.
He sat in a booth by himself and an attractive waitress came over to take his order, "What would you like, sir?" she asked.
Glancing at her bosoms Ned could only think of sucking on them. He lost his voice for a moment.
"I said," she repeated in her sexy voice, "what would you like?"
Ned chuckled. "I can't tell you," he told her, "but for now, make it coffee."
The waitress winked and wiggled back to the counter.
Ned had to laugh. Here he had been horny and finding it difficult to get one woman to go to bed with him. Now it appeared he was going to have two. But he couldn't take them on. Not at the same time, anyway. That was, unless he was an orgy boy from New York, or Paris, or Ix>s Angeles.
Chapter Eight
Rita made her decision.
She was tired of being hustled and not getting paid for it. After her sexual encounter with Ned, she figured she might as well hit the big city again. She had some money she had saved up from her sojourn in the nice, moral mid-West.
She went right back to New York and found herself a nice apartment in the Sixties. She got a complete new wardrobe and then she set about to find someone who she felt could take care of her in the manner that she wanted to become accustomed to.
She knew of one bar called The Well of the Sea. It was rumored that the rich men hustled the beautiful girls here. She figured that would be the perfect spot for her to go.
Wearing a tight-fitting blue velvet pantsuit, she went there one night. She sat at the bar and as she looked around she immediately noticed a handsome, middle-aged man who was looking her way. She didn't say a word but kept her eyes focused on the bartender. If she looked overly eager she was certain that he wouldn't think much of her. She was trying to establish just how great she was and she didn't want to take any chances of downplaying herself.
After she had sipped her drink a short while, the man began making conversation.
"We're sure living in a crazy mixed-up world," he told her. "I was reading in the paper today about this twenty-one-year-old guy who beats up this ninety-one-year-old man. What's the world coming to? No doubt these freaks will be back on the streets tomorrow so they can try it all over again."
"I know it's dangerous here in New York," Rita nodded grimly. "A girl just can't be too careful."
"You can say that again," he told her.
She listened to him and he was more than willing to discuss everything he could with her.
"The morals here are nothing either," he told her. "A lot of cheap tramps selling their wares. That's why I like to come to a class bar like this one."
"Yes," she nodded. Just as the bartender walked over to ask her if she wanted another drink, the man beside her suggested he could buy her one.
"Thank you," she smiled, "but I shouldn't accept a drink from a stranger. Not that there would be anything wrong, but it's a matter of principle."
The man leaned back in surprise. He thought she probably was trying taput the make on him and he was amazed that she didn't instantly accept his offer. That only whetted his appetite, just as Rita calculated it would.
"Naturally, my dear," he told her. "It was just a friendly gesture. I meant no harm."
"I'm sure you didn't," she -smiled, "and I do appreciate your thoughtfulness."
He was getting his point across to her. But it wasn't working the way that she thought it would at all.
He went on sipping his drink and didn't suggest buying her one.
After he had gone, Rita decided that she would have to be a bit bolder. The bartender came over and laughed. He had figured out the whole situation.
"He suprised you, didn't he?" he grinned.
"Damn it, mind your own business," she snapped.
"I was just trying to help you out in your line of business," he said, opening his eyes wide.
That did it. She was really burned up. She left the place and went for a walk. Then she thought fearfully of what it was like to be out on the dark streets. She came back and there wasn't another man who paid any attention to her. Finally the bartender introduced himself.
"I'm Max," he told her, "and I know all the rules around this place. As a matter of fact, baby, if you'll come home with me tonight I'll help you get what you want."
She looked into his eyes and she seemed to sense he was sincere.
"I don't usually take a man up on such an offer, Max," she told him, "but I trust your intentions are honorable."
"Just as honorable as your intentions are, sweetheart," he smiled her way. "I don't go for that crap. I can give you the lowdown on who has the money around here."
"All right, as long as we're levelling," she told him, "111 play along with you. But don't give me any bum leads."
Max assured her that he wouldn't. They left the place together.
She enjoyed seeing his apartment. He only lived a couple of blocks away from the bar.
"Apparently they pay you well," she observed.
"Yes, they do, sweetheart," he told her. "I live in comfort."
At that point big Max began undressing.
"Keep your clothes on," she told him.
"Take yours off," he ordered her. "I'm not telling you one thing until I find out how good you are at performing."
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked him bluntly.
"I don't want to give anybody a bum stear," he explained. "Unless you really know how to give a guy a good time in bed, I'm not recommending you to anybody. Got it, baby?"
"Yes, I've got it," she told him.
It was getting her angrier every moment. She realized that Max was not an easy person to deal with. However, she was more than willing to play along with him.
At this point she started removing her clothes. He observed her closely.
"You're not wearing falsies, are you?"
"Falsies went out years ago," she told him.
"I mean the silicone variety," Max told her. "I guess I know my tits."
Max came over to examine her breasts closely. "They, look real," he told her.
She was so angry she felt like reaching down and patting his crotch and making a few sarcastic comments about the believability of his penis. However, she thought better of it. Especially when Max told her that he had formerly been a prize fighter.
"I hear you guys get a big charge out of pounding another guy," she told him with a laugh, "and there's something sexual about it. Freudian, I guess."
"Forget that fucking Freud," he told her. "I'm not getting my rocks off when I'm beating up on another guy. Not quite yet. Not old Max. Now, baby, I want you to have the honor of pulling off my shorts. Go ahead. Don't be afraid."
As she looked at his huge cock she thought it might jump out at her. She wasn't eager to pull down his shorts but, nevertheless, she did so.
"Wow!" he told her. "It sure feels fabulous when you play with it. Go ahead, honey, play with my pecker."
She let her hand massage his cock. He was getting more and more turned on.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, sweetheart, you know exactly how to stimulate me. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
Max continued watching her. He could hardly wait for that moment when he was going to let his hands reach for her ass cheeks. For he was turned on with anal sex and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"I'm one of those guys," he explained, "who likes to enter by the back door. You know what I mean, of course."
"Naturally I know about that unnatural act," she exclaimed, "and I disapprove. I think the place for the penis is in the pussy. I resent men who try to shove it up my ass. If s an act of sadism, damn it."
"Not with your butt it isn't, baby," he told her. "It was made for fucking. I watched you when you walked across the room. Baby, pull off your inhibitions and let me enjoy myself."
She was eager to demonstrate to him just how entertaining she could be. But the idea of letting him slip it to her from behind didn't exactly arouse her erotic imagination. But it did Max's. He was naked now and he went over to her. He pressed his huge shaft between her ass cheeks. But he didn't attempt to force his cock up her asshole. She was grateful for that.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her. "Maybe it does to you, tiger," she told him, "but it sure as hell doesn't feel very nice to me."
Max could be blunt. She didn't appreciate the fact that he was as blunt as he was. Nevertheless, she didn't make an issue out of it.
"I keep a good jar of Vaseline handy," Max said comfortingly, "and I promise you my cock will be coated with Vaseline before I try to slip it up your ass."
"That's real sweet of you, Max," she told him. "No doubt you have a nine-incher."
"Nine and a quarter," Max smiled proudly. "That is, measuring from underneath the balls. The only fair place to start measuring a pecker. A lot of women don't know that."
"Yes, and I'm sure they're missing out on a lot," she said grimly.
"There's one thing I don't like about some of you chicks," Max said. "I think you enjoy having sex with women. I think you only do it with men because you're frigid and you want to get paid. Am I right?"
"Oh, yes," she said, "I only have sex with men for money. I'm really crazy about my girl friend. She's waiting in an apartment for me."
"Why don't you go call her up?" Max said. "I could take on the both of you."
"Hell with you," she told him. "I was just kidding. There isn't anybody else."
With a look of disappointment on his face, Max caressed her buttocks.
"At least you've got a beautiful butt, baby," he told her, "and I'm gonna have a good time screwing it" He looked at her now as hot charges of sexual excitement went through his body. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Knowing about his fighting past she didn't think she should put up much of a fuss.
"What's it like having sex with a woman?" Max asked her curiously.
"You should know, Max," she told him. "Or haven't you ever fucked a woman before?"
"Damn you," he complained, "always taking everything the wrong way. Look, I'm not punchy. I'm right on. And I don't want any of this sarcasm crap. This women's liberation thing is no fucking good. Now women talk back. Back in my day they used to be grateful for a guy."
*Tm sure they really appreciated the man who could stab his cock up their asshole," she said gravely.
Max began laughing.
"You'll love it," he assured her. "Most women do. You see that floor-length mirror over there. That's where we've got to do it. I'll just put out a beach towel in front of the mirror and then you can bend over and wait for me."
"While you find a rock radio station to go with your cock stabs," she said with a laugh.
It was most evident to her what the score was. Max was determined that he was going to get his kicks. And he was going to get them any way he could. So she didn't make any more of a fuss about it.
True enough, he got the beach towel. It would have to be red. That made her feel all the more like a whore. When he turned on the stereo sound system and she saw the flashing light speaker attachment, she did feel like a whore.
"Just a minute, baby," Max said as he got the jar of Vaseline and began applying it to his penis shaft.
She watched as he applied the Vaseline.
"Make sure you put enough of that sticky stuff on your cock," she told him. "I don't want to end up with a torn asshole."
Max smiled and assured her that he would be careful. Then he bent over and began caressing her buttocks gently. He had big crude hands but he did have a gentle way of massaging her butt.
"That feels good, Max," she told him. "Maybe you can massage my back after you're through fucking me."
"Sure, baby, anything," Max said as he reached for his cock with one hand and began guiding himself into her hot, tight asshole.
At first the Vaseline-slickened penis slid smoothly between her ass cheeks. Then it stopped at the tight anal ring. She wondered just how much pressure it would require to ram it in all the way.
"I'm gonna give you a good fuck, baby," he told her. "Just relax."
"It's real easy with your cock in my ass," she told him.
Max was ramming it at a regular, even tempo.
"That feels super," he told her. "It really does. Oh, baby, grind your hips around. That's what I want you to do. Keep it up. Yes. Keep fucking."
She continued rotating her ass. He became more and more aroused.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck it good. That's the way to do it. Fuck. Fuck it off."
With deep, driving cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She enjoyed the erotic excitement of his cock plunging into her asshole.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck it. Fuck it off."
With penetrating cock jabs he went on ramming. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he went on stabbing her ass. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. I love it."
Max's big hands clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks adoringly.
"Fuck it," he commanded as he rammed it savagely. "That's how you do it, honey. Fuck. Come on, baby, that beautiful. Fuck it off."
He went on ramming. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," he told her as he gripped her hips, "I'm headin' home. You're gonna get a gusher."
He continued thrusting. At this point his penis tip exploded. Grinding her hips around she squeezed the cream out of his cock.
"Milk me," he panted. "Use your ass muscles. Just like that. Grab it and twist."
Rita knew enough about utilizing her asshole for a man's erotic delight. At this point when he was so excited he did give her a strange kind of thrill to please him. Bending over, he gripped her breasts. He squeezed the nipples as he finished sliding into her.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That feels fantastic. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With commanding cock stabs he went on thrusting. All of the sudden his big penis exploded once more.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. You're too much."
The erotic excitement that she felt had him trembling. When he did pull out of her the first thing he wanted to do was congratulate her. "When it comes to knowing how to use your ass to entertain a man," he told her, "you sure know how to do it. You grab it with your ass muscles and you twist just right. I can tell when you're enjoying it."
She looked up at him.
"How do you know, Max?"
"Because," he explained, "when you start churning and twisting, it's evident you're enjoying. That's when I really enjoy it. So many women don't enjoy getting screwed. It's a big battle. Like I was reading the other day. When a man gets in bed with a woman, he wants to get his rocks off and she's grinding out the fur coat or the ring she wants."
"What a crude commentary to make on womanhood," Rita observed.
"But it's the truth," he explained.
"Unfortunately, it is," she told him. "Momma nature goofed. I'm afraid only about half of us get a climax. So that means we have to do a lot of acting."
"Are you a very good actress?" he asked her point blank.
"Very good," she smiled.
There wasn't a shadow of doubt in Max's mind about the fact she would make a good hooker.
"Hookers are going up to a hundred-and-twenty-five an hour," he told her. "The going price used to he a hundred dollars. But with inflation and all, the girls couldn't keep going unless the price went up."
"Well, that's one good thing that's happened," she laughed.
"How are you on pussy eating?" he asked her.
"Now how do you mean that, Max?" she smiled smugly. "Do you mean am I good at eating another woman's box or am I good at letting a man eat mine?" "Both ways," he said seriously.
"If you must know the truth," she told him, "I've never eaten another woman's pussy. Is there something wrong with me?"
"You bet your ass there is," Max insisted. "You haven't lived until you've sucked twat. I know."
"What makes it so super?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you what makes it so super," Max smiled at her. "It's simply this. You probably wonder what thrills a man gets when he slips his tongue in your pussy hole. The only way you can find out, love, is to do it yourself to another woman. Then when a guy is licking your twat you can tell whether he's good or not" "You do have a point there," she admitted candidly, "but it seems so warped and sick. That means that every woman must try it once. I could never do that."
"Why?" Max demanded. "Have you something against pussy eating. I'm sure you wouldn't care if I ate your snatch."
"No, frankly I'd enjoy it, Max," she admitted quite honestly, "but it just sickens me to think of doing it to another woman."
Max shook his head.
"You see," he told her, "society has you trapped in sick morals. If if s good for a man to eat pussy, then it should be doubly good for a woman. For she is learning what it's like to experience sex with her unique bodily equipment. Now I have a girl that I think you ought to meet. A very lovely dish named Carla. She's a South American girl. You'd enjoy her a lot. A real fire-cracker. And, baby, she's dynamite in bed. I mean, when Carta's tongue goes to work on you, whether you're a man or woman, she knows what she's doing."
"It sounds that way," she told him.
Now at this point Max's hand was reaching and groping for her pussy. He was patting her affectionately.
"Just let me lick it," he told her. "I would love to do it. Did you bring your pussy jelly with you, or do you want to use my containers?"
That was a new one for Eita.
"I never heard of using pussy jelly," she told him.
"Where have you been all my life?" Max asked her in disbelief and dismay. "You mean you don't sweeten up your pussy?"
"Let me see what you use, Max," she told him eagerly. "I want to do it. Just give me an opportunity. I'm a fast learner."
Max went over to the top dresser drawer. When he pulled it out he looked at the containers. Three of them were used up completely.
"Honey," he told her, "I'm sorry, but the champagne pussy jelly as well as the apricot and the lemon are used. But I still have blueberry, peach, mandarin orange and strawberry."
"Strawberry sounds like it would suit me," she agreed.
Max brought over the container, prepared to squeeze it into her hot nest.
Chapter Nine
Max didn't want to waste any time.
He helped her insert the plastic strawberry pussy jelly into her vagina. He squeezed it for her.
"You really know everything, don't you?" she smiled up at him.
"Almost," he grinned good-naturedly.
Now he was prepared to entertain her. He bent over. He eased his hands under her ass cheeks. The rock music continued playing as Max's hot tongue penetrated her vagina. She looked in the mirror. There was a certain kind of erotic satisfaction that she derived watch- ing in the mirror as he tongued her. He slipped a finger up her asshole and she pushed higher now. It was indeed exciting to have his finger slipping rhythmically up her rectum while his tongue continued penetrating her pussy. He got a big charge out of this.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep pushing up to meet my tongue."
She convenienced him. This really made him happy.
"Yes, baby," he urged her on, 'that's the way to do it. Give Max a good time."
Now she was becoming more and more aroused. She was pushing in earnest. Max's hands massaged and caressed her buttocks when he pulled his finger from her behind. She loved the way his tongue slipped into her pussy. Apparently he was enjoying eating the strawberry-flavored pussy jelly. And at the same time he was enjoying the taste of her box. She could tell from the way he sniffed and panted that he was enjoying it. Max's heart beat rapidly as his tongue invaded the delicious precincts of her pussy.
"Oh, baby, love me," she begged him, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, sweetheart, suck me. Suck me."
The tremendous erotic thrills that flashed in her body kept her ass rotating.
"Fuck me, Max," she told him. "Tongue fuck me."
Max always enjoyed it when a woman spoke crudely to him. He loved it when.she reached out, gripped his head and held him pinned over her pussy. He wanted to be a prisoner of her pussy. And she was more than willing to shove back. As his tongue slipped farther into her, his eyes opened. He looked at her beautiful fur-trimmed triangle. And he went on sniffing. The delicious taste of her vagina, coupled with the delightful intoxicating aroma of her crotch added to his electric thrills. His hands bit into her ass cheeks. She wished that he would cut his finger nails before he would eat pussy. She made a mental note to mention it to Max when it was all over.
When she reached a certain pinnacle of sexual ecstasy," the only thing she could do to express her great erotic pleasure and arousal was to throw her legs over his shoulders. Max immediately went on tonguing deeper. He liked the warmth of her thighs as she pressed against him.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "lick my pussy. Lick it."
She was going out of her mind with erotic pleasure now. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she was cuming. Then it happened. Her hot pussy juices flowed freely. Max was lapping her up.
"Ohhh," she exclaimed excitedly, "baby, lick my pussy."
She went on holding him. And he didn't pull his tongue out of her until he knew she'd finished juicing. Then slowly he withdrew and looked at her.
"Did you like it?" she asked him.
Max nodded.
"You don't know how much," he told her.
Then Max suggested something that she wasn't overly fond of.
"You know that pussy jelly can work two ways," he grinned with a little-boy expression.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Max," she told him quite frankly.
"I mean," he explained, "that it wouldn't be difficult to slip one of those plastic tubes up my asshole and squeeze it. Then you could eat my ass out. Doesn't that sound peachy?"
Max was laughing.
"Do you get it?" he asked her anxiously. "Do you get it?"
"Yes, I get it," she told him. "You want to stick one of those plastic containers of peach up your asshole and squeeze it out and make me lick it out."
"Yes," he told her. "It's peachy. You know, two ways. Peach taste and peachy idea."
She had to hand it to Max. He really was smart. Maybe he'd gotten too punchy with all of the fighting.
"Just a minute, baby," he said anxiously. "I'll roll over and let you slip it up my asshole. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
She nodded.
"You'd better give me some good fucking leads," she told him as he returned, bent over and handed her the peach container of pussy jelly to slip up his rectum.
"That's a nice time to mention it," he told her.
"A most appropriate time," she said, letting the plastic container of peach pussy jelly slide smoothly up his tight anal passage.
She squeezed the contents out into his asshole and Max could hardly wait for her to suck him now. She clasped Max's ass cheeks. She let her tongue penetrate up his rectum. She could taste the peach pussy jelly. His ass tasted sweet. She sucked him hard and he loved it. He began pumping on his penis while she sucked on his asshole. She figured that she could do both. Reaching over she gripped his cock. She began rimming him with her tongue in his ass and pulled his penis with her fingers.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Suck, baby, suck. That's the way. Keep it up. I love it."
She was doing her thing. And Max was enjoying every moment of it.
"Eat my ass out," he told her. "Oh, baby, suck my asshole. That's what I want you to do. Suck it."
She could not understand why men enjoyed having her use her tongue to penetrate up their ass channels. Nevertheless, if this was what they enjoyed she calculated she would do it. For she recognized she might be able to derive plenty of economic benefits by so doing. Certainly it was not the most pleasurable task in the world.
Reaching over she gripped his cock and pumped hard.
"Beautiful," Max exclaimed. "A rim job and a jerk job. Magnificent. Oh, baby, keep sucking my ass, keep pulling my pecker."
She timed her tongue penetration up Max's tight anus to the beat of her hand as she pulled on his cock.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "I love it. That's beautiful. Now you're doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck my asshole. Way up there. Don't be bashful."
She went on plunging her tongue high up Max's hot, tight asshole. He was obviously getting a big charge out of this.
"Suck my ass," he told her anxiously. "Suck it, baby. That's the way. Oh, sweetheart, now you're really licking my butt good."
Finally when she could see his body was trembling with sexual arousal, she pulled away. She let her tongue sweep across his big hairy balls. He loved the feeling of her tongue lashing at his testicles. At the same time her hand went on pumping his long, hard shaft.
Her mouth opened and she let his balls slip inside. This pleased him a lot.
"Do me," he gasped, "do my dick. Suck my cock off."
She released his balls from her mouth and licked in short, loving laps to the head of his penis. Max was pleased as he saw her approaching the top of his shaft. He could hardly wait until her mouth moved over his penis and she sucked him.
"You'll like it," he told her. "I love it, baby. Max has a lot of juice in his balls. You'll find that out soon enough."
She let her mouth travel from the head of his shaft to the base. He was getting more and more turned on.
"Oh, baby" he told her, "now you're licking. Just like I like it. Suck me. Suck me off."
All at once his hard cock exploded. Hot white cream shot up her mouth. She swallowed hard.
"Eat it," he insisted. "Eat my dick stick. That's what I want you to do, baby. Suck it off. Every drop of it."
When she had finished sucking and swallowing on his mainstem, she pulled off gently. She brushed her big bosoms against Max's balls. He could not help but comment on how great she was.
"I never had a cock suck that good before," he told her. "You're beautiful, baby. You really are."
She was proud of herself. And now she figured Max could give her information leading to some of the top big-wigs in New York society that needed to have some sexual arousal. She thought it appropriate to mention it to him at this point. However, he wanted to lick on her breasts.
"Quit talking to me about business when I want to suck on your tits," he told her. "That's not nice. Don't be a naughty girl."
Being naughty meant thinking of anything besides sex, as far as Max was concerned, she calculated. She watched as he licked at her breasts. He liked to reach down and finger her pussy while he was sucking on her bosoms.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "you really are, darling. And Max appreciates you. Why don't you just stay here and play the role of the good wife for me?"
She laughed in his face.
"You don't want a wife," she told him. "You want a mistress. When you get tired of me, Max, you'll want another girl who sits at the bar and gives you the big eye."
"You're telling the truth, I do have a roving-eye problem. I mean, I appreciate what women represent. I can tell the difference just by watching them walk into the place. I mean, I can tell the ones who'll make a good fuck and the ones that'll be no good."
She shook her head.
"Yes, Max," she told him .
Now as he fingered her pussy she discovered he knew how to masturbate her beautifully.
"Like that?" he smiled.
She nodded.
"Reach for my pecker," he oredred, "and do the same thing for me."
She reached for his cock which was hardening. As she tugged on it it became still stiffer.
"Keep it up," Max insisted. "That feels real good. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Yes, keep it going."
She began working hard on this. She wanted to give him every erotic kick she knew how.
"Faster, baby," he told her, "get the tempo."
She was pulling his penis at the same beat that he was fingering her pussy. She knew that it couldn't be much longer until they both came.
"Let's make it together," he told her. "Nice and juicy."
His eyes glowed as he talked dirty and went on fingering her vagina. He knew how to manipulate her love button. Then he would use his two fingers as if they were a cock. She marvelled at his skill. Apparently he'd done this an awful lot. All at once he made it.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed as he shot her a load. It landed on her breasts. Max laughed. Seconds later she came, too. It pleased him that he had made it in such close proximity to her climax.
Finally he pulled his fingers out of her.
"Now, Max," she asked him again, "where are these rich men? I want to know all about it."
Max shook his head.
"I'm tired," he told her. "We can discuss it tomorrow morning."
She could tell from the forceful way he said it this time that he really meant it. So she didn't want to get him to the point where he would display a violent side.
That night she didn't sleep well. She was troubled. She thought perhaps she'd given Max a free fuck and he would never tell her a thing.
The next morning over coffee he revealed some interesting and important facts to her about sex in New York.
"You've got to travel in the right circles," he explained, "and it just depends on how you make your hangup fit their hangup, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not quite sure I read you," she said, sipping her coffee slowly and looking out at the apartments lined up like sentinels along the street.
"All right," Max continued. "Take this house over on Gramercy. They have a woman who satisfies every need imaginable. If a girl works there she can expect to get the whips, or have to whip a guy. Or she might have to let a guy chain her to a wall for a week. Of course, they pay you well."
"Damn it. that sounds grim" she told' him. "I don't want anything that far out. Just some normal-abnormal sex. The simple acts."
Max could see very easily what the score was.
"A regular hooker can make it big or she can make it small. If she works around the 42nd Street area she's not gonna make much. She can give a blow job for twenty-five dollars. Of course, it can be a quickie and usually is."
"I'm in the big leagues," Rita said emphatically. "I know I've got plenty. And I'm not gonna sell it for nothing. Do you blame me, Max?"
"Of course I don't," he told her. "You'd be a fucking fool if you did."
She looked at him and asked him the going prices for various acts.
"When you give a cock suck and an ass suck tossed in for good measure, as well as a pussy fuck and an ass fuck, what do you get?"
"Thaf s everything," Max explained. "That's a hundred and fifty. I mean, a girl of your character getting it. You see, the regular price is one-twenty-five, but when you throw in an ass suck, that's twenty-five extra."
"It should be," she said grimly, "because it isn't easy to suck ass."
"But everybody's doing it, one way or another," Max chuckled, pouring himself some more coffee.
At this point she asked if he could supply her with some men that she might contact.
"Of course I shouldn't do anything like that," he told her. "The owner of the bar would probably kill me if he ever found out about it."
"But how is he gonna find out about it?" Rita smiled knowingly. "I'm not gonna tell him and I'm certain that you're not about to."
"You have a point there," he told her. "It's just that I should get something for taking the risk. Yes, the risk factor should give me a free fuck now and then."
"What does now and then mean?"
"Well, just now and then," Max said.
Rita thought she could handle him as long as he could supply her with some important contacts.
"How about those Wall Street men?" she asked. "The bankers. I'm partial to money. And they're around a lot of it."
"The men who get hot rocks for you might try to embezzle some of that money," Max chuckled. "What do you say about that?"
She laughed.
"Absurd," she told him. "They don't have to do stuff like that. They can charge it off as a business expense."
"Yeah, monkey business," he laughed.
Finally he gave her three names.
"You can call these men," he told her, "and you can say that your friend Max, who works at the Well of the Sea, thought that they might like to meet you. That's all you need to say. They'll understand."
"I figured they would," she laughed. "I'm not gonna draw pictures."
She went back to her apartment later that day and she made her first call in the afternoon. She had no idea what the man would look like or what age he'd be. All she had was his name and the fact that he was well off financially. She didn't like doing what she was, but she figured she might as well sell it. After all, wherever she got a job the men would forever ask her for free sex.
She called up Ken Carter. Carter worked as a bank executive.
"Mr. Carter speaking," he began in a firm, youthful voice.
"Mr. Carter, this is Rita," she began. "Max, my friend who tends bar at the Well of the Sea thought we would have something in common."
Ken was nervous. He was noticeably nervous as he explained how awkward it was for him to talk at this moment.
"I'm in a conference," he told her. "I wonder if I could have your number and call you back in an hour or so." � She gave him her number. She waited as she watched an old Joan Crawford movie, Susan And God. As she watched the star, she couldn't help think of the melodrama in her own life. And she wondered if she shouldn't ask god about where she was headed. She was certain that god would tell her she was doomed to hell for carrying on the way she was. She almost made up her mind to never get involved in anything like selling it when the phone rang.
Chapter Ten
Picking up the phone she answered softly.
"Yes," she began.
"This is Ken," he told her.
"I'm free to talk now. I know Max very well. He has given me some excellent connections."
"That's nice," she said indifferently.
For a second Ken figured she might have been drinking. So many of the women that were sent his way by Max did drink. But he wasn't worried about that. He wanted to set something up.
"I am going to be at the Waldorf tonight," he told her, "and perhaps we could meet there for drinks. How about that?"
"Why, yes," she told him, "that would be fine."
Meeting Ken at the Waldorf was great fun. He was a handsome man. He was blond with fair skin and deep-set blue eyes. There was something almost like a preacher about him. But when he glanced at her bosoms she recognized there was also something of the devil in him.
"Where are you from, Rita?"
"A little town in the mid-West," she told him.
"Where?"
"Manhattan," she laughed.
"That's where we are," he wondered as she told him this. Was she putting him on?
"Manhattan, Kansas," she explained.
"This is a little different than back there, isnt it?"
"In a way," she told him. "But people are the same all over. They eat, they work, they sleep."
"And they fuck," he whispered as he bent over to her.
She turned around to make sure no one heard him. But Ken had watched his words wisely. No one had.
"Yes, and that, too," she nodded. "I'm horny tonight," Ken whispered, "and I would like to make it with you. We could get a room right here."
"We?"
"I mean, I could," he told her. "And I could slip you up."
"This is a real posh place," she told him.
"The best is none to good for a beautiful girl," he flashed her a knowing grin.
"It's a hundred and fifty," she said, not batting an eye.
"For you, it's worth it," he told her. "And that's including everything. Am I right?"
At this point Ken displayed his keen sense of business.
"Yes," she said, looking at him evenly.
As she looked into his eyes she imagined all that he would expect of her. She could just see him pulling out his huge shaft and making her lick it. She could see him parting his legs and insisting she go down and suck on his asshole. She could imagine him plunging that mammoth penis into her pussy. She could imagine him getting her down on the floor and ramming it up her asshole. She knew all that would take place. In a way she wanted to stop. Her mind reverted back to that picture, Susan And God. It was haunting her.
"What's wrong?" Ken asked. "Is something bothering you tonight?"
"No, no, nothing's bothering me," she insisted.
"You have a vague look," he told her, "like something's disturbing you."
"No, I was just thinking of what a lucky woman your wife is."
"Forget her," he told her. "That's why I'm with you, baby. To forget her."
It was obvious that he didn't want to discuss this.
"You know, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "let me tell you something. You are a very lucky girl to get me. I consider myself a prize man. I mean, I have everything. And I know how to use it."
She didn't appreciate his male bravado. And as he continued bragging about himself she almost wondered if his cock would stay limp and never get up. This had happened. She remembered all too well the bookkeeper who told her what a fantastic stud he was, only to be unable to get his penis to perform. She tried to erase such thoughts from her mind.
"All right," he told her, "we're gonna have a good time. I'll register and III come back to meet you right here. Don't go away."
"Don't worry, Ken," she told him. "I'm hooked."
She gave him that look as if she was a woman hooked on sex. "No, you're a hooker," he laughed.
As he walked away she looked at him. The broad-shouldered man with the trim waist had a confident way of walking. It annoyed and troubled her. Why couldn't she find someone like this? Why did she always have to hide around in bars and pick up men and make something dirty out of sex? After all, it was supposed to be beautiful. But it wasn't. It was grim and ugly. And she loathed herself for being involved in satisfying the strange, twisted, carnal desires of men who could afford her.
Fifteen minutes later Ken returned. His face was aglow.
"Got it aD set, baby," he told her. "I've got a room in the towers. We'll have a nice view of Manhattan."
"Yeah, I'll be looking at Manhattan a lot," she said. "Flat on my back and looking at a ceiling."
He smiled.
"You need another drink."
"Yes, I need another and another," she assured him with a heavy sigh.
The waiter came over and he ordered her two bourbon and Sevens. When she had finished drinking them, they went up to the elevator and went to the room together.
When he got into the room he didn't hesitate to start undressing.
"I hope you don't mind," he told her, "but you look so much nicer without any clothes on."
"Isn't it funny," she laughed. "We women spend so much money putting all these clothes on our backs and you men can hardly wait to take them all off."
"Sure," he chuckled, "that figures. The woman is trying to hide what she's got and the man is trying to find out what she's got. And the only way you can do it is when you strip her down bare."
"And it's all there," she said. "It's all in nudity. Character, soul, these don't count."
"Damn it," he told her, "I didn't go out with you to get a sermon. Do you feel guilty about what you're doing?"
She shook her head.
"No, but I saw Joan Crawford in one of those soap operas she made at Metro years ago," she explained, "and I guess I got carried away."
"I should have taken you out to a matinee of Deep Throat;' he told her. "That would get you in the mood. Or maybe The Last Tango in Paris."
She looked at him.
"Mentioning tango," she told him, "what are you gonna use when you fuck my asshole?"
"Have you got ESP or something?" he asked her. "How did you know I wanted to screw your asshole?"
"Everybody does," she explained with a laugh.
He nodded. "I'd better order some coffee and toast," he told her, "and tell them to bring up plenty of butter and jelly. I can use the butter for my pecker so it'll slip up your ass easy. I can use the jelly in your pussy so ifll lick sweet."
She nodded.
"If I didn't have tits this big you could order melons and lick on them," she laughed.
"I don't need melons with breasts like that staring at me," he assured her.
She laughed and so did he. Now he was prepared for carrying on with her sexually just as she wanted him to.
At this point he was only too eager to have sex with her.
She stripped down completely and when the bellboy came to the door with the toast, jelly, butter and coffee, Ken tipped him and dropped his towel. The bellboy laughed when he observed his hard-on.
"You know, baby," she smiled at him, "you do look funny."
He sat there and sipped his coffee. Then he told her what he wanted to do first.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to eat your pussy first. How about that? There's some apricot jelly."
He took a spoon and began dipping into the apricot jelly. Naked now and willing to spread, for him, she walked over to the bed. Spreading her legs invitingly she lay back and waited.
"Part your pussy lips," he told her, "and I'll slip the apricot jelly inside."
She parted her pussy lips for him. He scooped the apricot jelly into her vagina. Then he bent over. He began licking her. "Eat me," she told him. "Go ahead and eat me.
She reached down and held him. She gripped his head as he let his tongue slip inside her pussy. She loved the erotic pleasure of his tongue lapping up the apricot jelly in her vagina.
"Eat me," she urged him. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way to do it. Suck my pussy. Suck me."
His tongue stabbed into her vagina. He was licking her now in darting movements.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. Keep pushing your pussy up to meet my tongue."
Ken reached back and gripped her ass cheeks. He held her as he brought his face even with her pussy again. His tongue went on driving into her.
"Yes, Ken," she begged him, "suck my twat. Oh, I love your tongue slipping inside of me."
She was throwing her head from side to side on the pillow as she saved every erotic thrill she could in her memory bank. She never wanted to forget these moments with Ken. He was so handsome. He had such a righteous, beautiful look about him. She enjoyed his fair skin and his blue eyes. She liked to reach down and let her hands wander through Ken's golden hair as he drove his tongue into her there. "Lick my pussy," she panted eagerly. "Oh, Ken, keep it up. I can't stand it. I can't stand it."
Her voice was rising jn a crescendo of ecstasy as Ken's lapping, licking tongue thrilled her. He flipped his tongue up and down her love button.
"Yes, yes," she cried out, "keep it up. Oh, darling, I love it. I love it."
Ken was thrilling her. When he had finally finished igniting her, he slowly eased his tongue from her a moment. He wanted her to beg for it.
"Why did you stop, tiger?"
He looked at the frustrated expression on her face. It pleased him. He could see that she was more than a hooker. She was a woman who enjoyed being sucked.
His tongue returned to licking. He went on driving and licking and eating her. And at the same time his hands gripped her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them_as he sucked out her box.
She couldn't take much more of it. When his teeth bore down on her clit she gushed in his mouth. Pressing his lips tightly, Ken didn't move away. He had created quite a suction with his mouth and he was going to devour her. Every drop of her.
Finally he had finished sucking her dry. Withdrawing his tongue he smiled at her.
"You were very good," she told him.
"Now, baby," he told her, "how about a nice ass lick? I think an ass lick is appropriate to follow a pussy-eating job."
She nodded.
"Do you want the apricot jelly on your asshole?"
She couldn't help remember what Max had made her do. And she wondered if this would ignite Ken's passion "I've never tried that," he told her, "but if you want to, go ahead."
He rolled over on his stomach. Then he arched his ass up to make it easy for her to let the apricot jelly slip to his ass crack.
She spoon fed his asshole. Then she put the apricot jelly and the spoon ^side. She gripped his firm, round ass cheeks and let her tongue lick gingerly back and forth. Ken was getting more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep it up. Keep it up."
Her tongue penetrated his rectum. He was more and more aroused now.
"Stick it high up my ass," he whispered.
"Oh, baby, you're doing it just right."
The apricot jelly Ken offered her from his asshole to suck was delicious. And she let her tongue continue licking gently.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Baby, you know how. Keep it up."
Ken had never found anyone who could entertain his asshole in this erotic manner. Rita was obviously enjoying it. He loved the way her hands gripped and caressed his bare behind. She squeezed his ass cheeks as she kept her face in his ass crack.
Finally she reached around and found his cock. She figured it wouldn't hurt to pull on his penis as she sucked on his asshole. Ken appreciated this. He pushed back and forth. She could tell he was enjoying it. His cock was lengthening as her hand gently stroked.
"You've got the magic touch," he told her. "You know just how much pressure to put on my pecker. You know just how far to drive your tongue up my asshole. Baby, you're beautiful."
At this point he was eager to discover all of the thrills that he could.
"Finger my nuts, too," he told her. "I enjoy that sensation while you're pulling my cock."
She used one hand for his penis and the other for his balls. It forced Ken to swing over farther so she didn't have to keep her hands parting his ass crack to keep her tongue up his rectum. Ken used his hands to help her. He parted his ass cheeks all the way so she could let her tongue continue slipping up his rectum while her hands played with his penis and balls.
"Oh, that's sweet sucking," he told her. "Baby, I've never gotten kicks like this. I'm really aroused. Keep doing it for me. Wow!"
Ken wiggled. He wanted to get her tongue sliding up his asshole as far as it would go.
"Eat my butt, baby," he told her. "Now you're really doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck my ass out."
Ken never knew how much pleasure he would derive from having a woman lick his asshole. He had heard men talking about this when he was on a college football team. And he always figured it would be fun. But he knew better than to ask his wife Maureen to do anything like this. For Maureen thought it was obscene to mention eating pussy or sucking cock. She always referred to these acts as demented and sick. It made him disgusted that she got so uptight about it. Finally he figured he would never ask her again. So he began playing around with girls that he could find who appreciated getting a big, thick cock in their mouth as well as a heavy cum load.
Now he was pleased that he'd found a girl with a talented tongue. A girl who knew where to place her tongue. Without reservation she was dipping it high up his asshole. And he was deriving great pleasure from the performance.
"Eat my ass," he continued begging her. "That's the way to do it, darling. Suck my asshole. Beautiful. Wild."
She went on entertaining him. And at this point he was ready to give her every kind of kick he could.
"Baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Oh, sweetheart, now that's the way. Keep it up."
Finally she figured that it was time to get Ken's cock in her mouth. Without asking him she let her tongue slip from his asshole and told him point blank, "You need to get your cock sucked. You're gonna shoot your wad on the bed."
"That would be a distaster," Ken chuckled.
"That's what I figured," she told him.
Now she was ready to entertain him all the way. She wasted no time in figuring out what to do. She was determined that she was going to enjoy herself any way she knew how. And Ken was equally desirous of obtaining kicks.
When her tongue slipped from his asshole and she got underneath him, she looked up at him. He guided his huge, thick shaft into her mouth. Reaching for his buttocks she clasped them tightly.
"I'm gonna eat you," he told her, "when you finish eating me. I've got to suck your pussy again. But now, baby, lick my dick stick and do it good. I want to see you swallow it. Don't you dare spit it out. I'm proud of my sperm."
Ken went on ramming his long, hard penis down her throat. She figured he might enjoy having his asshole fingered. She parted Ken's ass cheeks and eased her finger right up his rectum. He thrilled to the feel of her finger slipping up his hot, tight asshole.
"Oh, baby, fuck my butt," he gasped eagerly.
Chapter Eleven
He couldn't help admire the skill that she displayed as she sucked on his penis.
At one moment she would just take the tip in her mouth and lick around it. The next moment he could drive it way down her throat. It was obvious she was crazy to suck off his cock.
"Relax, baby," he told her. "You're getting too anxious. I want to make it last. I want to hang on the cliff of climax awhile. Suck slow."
She slowed the tempo of her sucking activity. She liked to lick gently around the tip of it.
She used the tip of her tongue to dip in the tip of the crown of his cock.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to give good head. That's beautiful. Come on, suck. Suck it off."
She was building up quite a suction in the head of his shaft. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she juiced. All of the sudden the hot sperm exploded in her mouth. She gobbled hungrily.
"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off. That's the way you do it. Oh, baby, now you're sucking. Suck it."
She enjoyed the taste of it. She swallowed his cum load. She patted Ken's ass cheeks as she finished blowing him. He thanked her for giving him a good cock suck. And then she looked at his penis.
"You've still got an erection."
"That's my problem," he told her.
Ken rolled over on his back and reached for a cigaret. He lit it and took a deep puff. As he exhaled he commented, "I don't know whether it's good or bad being so horny all the time."
"I've heard about men who were too hot," she told him. "I guess you can get the hormones fixed so you don't get so worked up all the time."
Ken shook his head. His blue eyes sparkled as he told her why he didn't want that.
"Fm enjoying myself too much. There are plenty of women around the office who like to have sex with me. I'm content. If I couldn't get it up like some men, then I would see about hormone help. But as it stands now, baby, I'm perfectly satisfied."
She wondered if Ken really was perfectly satified. She was curious to know why he acted as he did.
"Ken," she asked him, "is the reason you wanted me here tonight so you can satisfy all of your lust that you just don't get taken care of at home?"
He nodded.
"Max apparently has sent other women to you to service you."
"Yes," Ken nodded, "he has. Nice chicks like yourself. Of course, Max fucks them first, then he passes them along for a price."
"Is there a payoff to him?"
"Fifty," he shrugged.
"That bastard," she shook her head, "and he expects some more free action from me."
"Everybody has his game," he said. "I don't blame him. He has to make it, too."
She reached over and gripped his penis. She gently stroked it.
"Use the butter on it," he told her. "I'm ready to fuck your asshole."
She reached past the toast on the plate the bellboy had brought and took the butter in her hands and moved over to his penis. She slid the cube of butter up and down his cock.
"Use the other cube on my balls," Ken suggested.
She figured she might as well. She knew some men enjoyed a ball massage almost as much as having her pull on the penis.
She applied the remaining butter cube which was beginning to melt, to Ken's testicles. Ken felt shivers of excitement tingle up and down his spine as she worked her fingers gently back and forth across his balls and his penis.
"Oh, I like that," he told her. "That's real nice."
She was giving him some effective action. And he was enjoying it.
"Baby," he told her, "you are really something. I want you to jerk on it until I get a raving hard-on. How about that?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way I like it."
Ken lay back and let her play with him. Then he knew it was time for her to give him the ass fuck he sought.
Finally he told her the position he enjoyed the most.
"All I want to see now, baby," he told her, "are your ass cheeks. I want you bending so far over that it'll be easy to slip it up there. I'm not a sadist. I just like a nice tight fuck. All right?"
She nodded nervously and smiled.
"Sure, Ken, if that's what you want."
In this bent-over position Ken clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks. Now he prepared to give her a good, hard balling. He plunged his rigid cock right up her rectum.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "that feels super. Come on, sweetheart, do it nice."
She ground her hips around. Ken plunged into her with deep, driving cock stabs.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it."
His penis penetrated her asshole. She had never experienced anything quite like it.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he told her. "Thaf s the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful."
He got past her tight anal ring without too much difficulty. The butter was helping stretch her ass. But he was certain she had been fucked here before and that was why it was easy to get his rigid male member up her smoothly.
"I can see why men like to fuck your asshole" he commented. "If s tight. And you know how to wiggle. Baby, I love it. One time I fucked a waitress who was a real dead-ass screw. She made a big fuss about me wanting to slip it up her ass and then she just lay there. It was miserable."
"You shouldn't have paid her, Ken," she told him.
"I wasn't paying her anyway," he laughed. "She wanted to be fucked so I laid her. But unfortunately she wasn't very good. That's the problem when you get something for free. Even a piece of ass usually is no damn fucking good."
Ken laughed as he gripped her now and bent over all the way.
"Twist your tail," he told her. "That's it. Oh, baby, grind it. Lefs corkscrew fuck."
She knew what that meant. When Ken thrust his male member to the right, she twisted to the left. When he thrust to the left, she ground her hips to the right.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love that. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With repeated cock jabs he went on thrusting. She was so excited now she was shaking.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Just like I like it. Come on, baby, fuck it off."
Ken could tell from her slippery twisting asshole that he was going to make it soon.
"Yes," he enthused, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was thrusting now at an even, regular tempo. It wasn't a wild, penetrating cock stab, but a smooth, even one. As dignified as his executive position allowed. She wondered if his conservative ways carried over in bed. And as he gently stabbed her asshole with his cock, she figured this must be true. She was making more mental notes about the varieties of ways men liked to ball her.
"Fuck," he exclaimed anxiously, "fuck it, baby. Keep twisting your tail. That's it. Now you're cloing it. Oh, lover, fuck it."
He was shoving in hard.
"Sock it to me, Ken," she told him. "I want to feel it. Come on, tiger, ram it in there. Fuck me like Max did."
Ken knew what she meant. His wife had often said that he wasn't forceful enough in the way he did it to her. Ken was challenged. He met the challenge with an advancing cock stab up her asshole that made her reel in pain. She wondered if there would be anything left of her ass.
"Fuck," he told her, "just like that. Twist it. Grind it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I love it."
He was really ramming it home now. And she was deriving more and more kicks out of his fucking her.
"Oh, now, now," he told her. "Twist your tail. I'm there, baby. Fuck it off."
She knew what that meant. Judging from the way he was gripping her ass cheeks tightly and squeezing them, she could determine he had reached a scorcher of a climax. The hot sperm load shot up her ass a second later.
"Beautiful," he told her. "A super ass fuck."
When Ken slid his hard shaft out of her cum-coated asshole he rolled over and took a breather.
She was curious to know what Ken's wife Maureen was like.
"Tell me something about Maureen," she asked.
"I don't like to talk about her," Ken insisted.
"Oh, don't be that way," she insisted. "Perhaps I can tell you some tricks to make Maureen happy."
"Name one," he demanded.
"Perhaps if you would get her stoned out of her gourd you could go down on her and stick your tongue in her twat and she would go wild."
"I tried that," he told her.
"And what happened?"
"She began beating me with her fist and saying I was a sucking pervert."
"Oh, that's awful," she shook her head. "Think of all of the pleasure she's missing with your talented tongue."
"That's what I tried to tell her with my talented tongue," he quipped.
She figured perhaps it was a sore point and she had better not discuss it. But she was eager to find out what it would be like to have him stick his cock in her pussy.
"Why don't we take a nice bath together?" she suggested. "And then later when your pecker comes up again you can stick it in my pussy. How does that grab you?"
"It sounds good to me," he told her. "Real good."
They went to the bathroom together. She drew the water and he got in the tub with her. When she bent over and he caught sight of her round ass cheeks again, he felt like screwing her asshole once more. But she shook her head.
"No way," she smiled. "I want to feel it slipping into my pussy. I can give you a marvelous workout. I know how to snap it and everything."
Once in the water together, he reached over and affectionately fondled her bosoms. She enjoyed the way he pinched at her nipple tips.
"I can see them get erect when I do this," Ken grinned.
The glint in his blue eyes appealed to her. And then when he reached down and fondly fingered her vagina, she rolled her head back and forth as waves of sexual ecstasy delighted her.
"You turn on with me, don't you?" he asked her point blank.
"Yes, we vibe, Ken. That's why I wanted to know about Maureen. I know there's no chance on god's earth I could ever have you. But I thought it would be beautiful to hear all about your sex life with your wife. Because weird as it may seem, I wish I could be her."
Ken looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. He bent over and kissed her cheek affectionately.
"You're a sweet kid," he told her, "and not bitchy like Maureen is. She was a spoiled so- ciety debutante. Had the works. Her father was rich. He got me my job at the bank."
"That's why you married her," she said suddenly.
"How did you know?"
"It was easy to figure that out," she told him. "because you don't seem to really care for her. And I doubt if you ever did."
"I never did," Ken admitted honestly. "I wanted to get ahead in the world. I figured some way I could wiggle out of our marriage. But once she had a couple of kids by me the hooks were in. There's no way out now."
She reached for his cock and gently stroked him as she placed her lips on his. Her eyes fascinated him.
"Oh, Ken," she told him, "I guess we're all caught in different traps. I'm in my own sex trap. People have wanted to go to bed with me so much that I fell into the attention trap. I enjoyed being the center of attention. I never realized it was destroying me. Now look what I do for a living."
"You're giving me a lot of pleasure," he told her, "and there's nothing wrong with happiness. Not yet, baby. Not yet."
They got out of the bathtub and went back to the bedroom. Ken straddled her. He stroked himself up until his cock was hard again.
"There's still a lot of life in that pecker of mine," he smiled as he slowly edged the tip of his shaft to her fur-trimmed triangle. He brushed it back and forth gently until she begged for it.
"Fuck me, Ken," she urged him.
Ken plunged his rigid penis into her pussy. Her hips shoved forward as the electrical thrills of sex raced through her body and mind. Once he was down on her she clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them adoringly as he fucked vigorously.
"I want you, baby," she told him. "I want all of you. I want the most intimate parts of your body. I want to feel the back of your balls. I want your big, thick cock riding into me. Oh, baby, I want to give you every thrill she doesn't. Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me, Ken."
With insistent cock stabs Ken's shaft entertained her. He was pleased that he could perform so expertly. But he had to credit her. For she really enjoyed having sex. And he could tell she was turned on with him. The magnificent blond specimen of manhood rammed hard into the gorgeous girl. Her pussy muscles clasped his thick, sliding penis. And just as she promised, she knew how to snap her pussy.
She would release her pussy hold on his penis and then grip it tightly.
"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her on. "That feels super fantastic. Fuck. Fuck," They were developing a rhythm together. They rolled over on their sides. They went on fucking hard.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Fuck it. That's how I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She was so excited now she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's just like I like^it. Twist your tail for me. Fuck it. Fuck."
He went on ramming into her. And she was hotter now.
To almost there," Ken told her. "Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze and fuck baby. Baby, do it, please."
Their bodies were sweating now. They were like two animals in heat as Ken's thick penis rammed forward. All of the sudden he was cuming. His hot, white cream erupted from his penis tip.
"Keep it up," she panted. "Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Thaf s what I need."
She came a second later. Ken wanted her to join him. in climax. He had enjoyed it so much that he pressed his lips on hers in a gesture of deep feeling.
Chapter Twelve
Ken Frenched her.
Finally withdrawing his tongue, he licked his lips. She went on playing with his ass cheeks. ..
"Why couldn't I have found you?" he asked her. "I wouldn't even worry about that job if I could have you, honey."
Her smile told him just how much she cared. Then Ken had to leave-her.
"You can stay here the rest of the night if you want to," he told her.
"No thanks, love," she smiled. "I have a nice place. But I did enjoy our little love tryst."
He paid her a hundred and fifty, dollars. After she had tucked the money into her purse and watched Ken dress, she got dressed half an hour later.
When she got home the phone was ringing. Sure enough, it was Max. Faithful Max.
"Hey, did you have a nice time?" he questioned her.
"Sure I did," she told him. "Ken was a great stud."
"Nice fellow, too," he told her.
"Fifty dollars nice," she told him.
"Don't zap me," he told her. "So what If I do pick up a little here and there. Nothing wrong with that."
She knew there was something wrong with that. She knew that he was pimping and she was hustling. But she didn't say anymore.
"Hey, I caught that picture, The Happy Hooker, today," he told her. "Great film."
"Yeah," she told him. "I could make another movie called The Unhappy Hooker. Look, Max, I'm not gonna be asking you for much more business. I don't want to go on like this."
"Just when I'd planned to introduce you to my girl friend," he told her. "Gilda is a great gal. She said she would enjoy teaching you all she knew about pussy eating. She's nuts about beautiful chicks. I get my kicks watching."
"Well, I've tried everything else," she told him. Maybe I should try Gilda, too. How much is there in it for me?"
"Gilda makes a mint putting on exhibitions with other women. If you're game to try it I will give you an introduction."
"Why not?" she smiled nervously.
He got the point. Gilda was ready for the introduction and so was Rita.
The following weekend Gilda dropped by the bar. Max introduced her.
"Gilda, meet Rita."
Rita smiled.
"Pleased to meet you," she told Gilda.
Gilda nodded.
"Pleasure's all mine, honey."
Gilda whispered something in her ear and Max watched as she opened her purse and displayed a dildo for Rita to look at. Rita didn't find it funny.
"Oh, I'm just a practical joker," she smiled. "I like to carry this around for laughs."
"Yes," she nodded nervously. "I guess it's funny."
The two women smiled at each other and Max was almost envious for a moment.
"Baby," he told her, "there isn't a reason in the world why we can't play. I want to have a good time and so do you. Now why don't you two chicks go get acquainted."
That night Gilda took Rita to her place. She lived in a posh place on Park Avenue.
"There are a lot of weirdo, sick men in this community," she laughed, as she undressed.
"Yeah, and there are a lot of sick women, too," Rita said in a pouting manner.
"Knock it off," Gilda said tightly. "I don't appreciate cracks like that. I've been mighty nice to you, young lady. And let's have some gratitude. Okay, already?"
It was bothering her no end that Rita was being difficult. But she was determined that she wasn't going to let it throw her.
"Baby," she smiled at her, "just stretch out on the bed and let me do the rest."
A moment later Gilda was on top of her like a man. She displayed the pink dildo and then she guided it into Rita's pussy. The two women were soon fast at it.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me good." As the two women threshed about on the bed, they became more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," she told her, "you don't know how good this feels to me. Keep fucking." With insistent dildo stabs, Gilda went on ramming it to the other woman. It was amazing to her how much she could enjoy this.
"Oh, honey," she told her, "I love it. Just keep it up. That's the way to do it, darling. Fuck. Fuck good."
Now the two women were going at it in earnest.
"Faster," Gilda told her. "Push your ass back to meet my dildo stabs."
Immediately Rita recognized that she had to put a lot of action into her movements. And then she got the surprise of her life. For Gilda pulled the magnificent dildo out of her pussy. It was dripping with their mutual love juices.
"Now roll over, honey," she told her, "and I'm gonna ravish your asshole."
Rita wasn't exactly anxious to have this happen. She shook her head.
"No, baby, let me do it," Gilda insisted. "I get such a charge out of that. I don't know why, but I do."
"It's because you're sick," Rita told her bluntly.
"Nice thing to say," Gilda snapped.
"It's the truth and you know it," Rita, told her. "I'm not a lesbian and I don't want to turn on with another woman. Do you mind?"
"No, not as long as I can have your behind," Gilda smiled as she rolled her over forcefully. Then she straddled her, mounted her and fucked her. As the dildo slipped up her asshole she let out a howl of protest. No man had ever driven his cock up her butt as hard as this girl was doing at this instant.
"Fuck it," she panted as she thrust it to her. "Baby, twist your butt. That's it. Feels smooth."
At this point they were becoming more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," Gilda groaned, "you've sure got a nice tight ass. I like to see you twist it."
Gilda bent over. She crushed her big bosoms against Rita's back. Then she reached around to grip Rita's breasts. She pinched the nipples excitedly.
"Come on, sweetheart," she smiled, "give me a good screwing. You know I love this. Keep it up, darling. Yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. That's the way I love it. Keep it up."
The two women were enjoying this enormously.
Now both of them were cuming. It amazed Rita that Gilda could make it like this. Nevertheless, she felt her pussy juices flowing around her ass. Seconds later she was juicing, too. Gilda's soggy fingers pulled out of her pussy hole.
"Oh, baby," she told her, "you are too much."
There was do doubt about it in her mind. This was an erotic treat for her. But there was more in store for Rita. Much more than she calculated.
Once Gilda had pulled the slippery dildo out of her asshole and unstrapped it and tossed it aside, she spread her legs wide and suggested that Rita go down on her.
"Honey, do you want to eat my snatch?"
First Rita couldn't answer. But it didn't take long for Gilda to get her going.
"Baby, if we're gonna make the big money and hit big time, you're gonna have to go down and lick."
"I guess I could."
Gilda put it to her squarely.
"You don't think it's offensive when a man eats your box do you?"
Rita shook her head.
"No, that's natural."
"It's just as natural when a woman eats another woman," Gilda insisted. "It's your mouth over my pussy. When a man goes down on you it's his mouth over your pussy. There isn't any difference between mouths. The connection is the same."
"But the vibration is different," Rita insisted. "It's a man and a woman."
"It's mouth meeting pussy," Gilda said matter-of-f^ctly. "Now get down there and forget your hangups, honey. My crotch is itching for a good tongue job. Do it good."
Gilda wasn't joking. She expected Rita to get down there. She patted her pussy affectionately, Rita got down between her legs. She let her tongue whip back and forth.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged her, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it, love. Keep it up. Faster. Whip your tongue around. I love it. Just like that. Suck. Suck my crotch. Suck my pussy."
The two women were going at it hot and heavy. Rita's tongue was sliding vigorously into Gilda's pussy.
"Yes, darling," she told her anxiously. "That's the way I love it. Now you're sucking. Come on, beautiful, suck it."
The two women were going ape.
"Keep it up," Gilda begged as she threw her legs over Rita's shoulders.
Rita's hands clasped her ass cheeks.
"You can finger fuck my asshole while you're eating my box," Gilda suggested slyly.
Apparently Gilda did get a big charge out of forcing another woman to experience this unusual erotic sensation. Rita had to admit it was indeed unique.
The thrills shot through her hody.
"Keep it up," Gilda begged her. "Keep that tongue churning around, baby. Taste it. Oh, it's gonna be good for you, honey."
Seconds later, Gilda juiced. Rita knew what to do. All she had to recall was what men had done to her. She let her tongue slip and slide all around inside Gilda's beautiful box. Then she nibbled at her clit. That got her going.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted as the ecastatic thrills shot through her. "Oh, darling, now you're doing it. Just like I love it. Suck it. Suck it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep it up. I love it. Oh, honey, now you're doing it. Yes, yes."
The two women were at it now hot and heavy.
"Eat my pussy," Gilda panted as she passionately pushed her vagina into the other woman's face.
Sucking her pussy juices without inhibition, Rita discovered she could do anything.
Once she pulled her tongue out of Gilda's box, she had a big surprise. For Gilda had a party lined up for the following weekend.
"There's this rich guy," she told her, "who lives in a penthouse suite over on Riverside Drive. He throws the most colorful parties for his out-of-town guests. You know, people from the sticks who come to the big town and want to see what's happening."
"I don't think I could perform before anybody," Rita said nervously.
Gilda threw her arms around her and caressed her lovingly.
"Baby, forget these bastards," she told her. "We've got each other. That's what's important."
Gilda's bosoms were pressing against Rita's bosoms. Her lips found her lips. Soon they were Frenching. It did feel wonderful to have the great breasts pressing against hers. She never thought she could thrill to another woman's bosoms. But she was learning a few things.
"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" she asked her.
At first she shook her head.
"You know it does, darling," she told her. "Now relax. That's good for you. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
The two women were getting more and more ecstatic. Rita knew it wouldn't be long before Gilda was asking her for some more sex.
"Why don't you slip that dildo on?" she asked her. "Go-ahead, honey, try and see what it's like."
At this point she decided she would try. It proved to be a unique, erotic experience.
"Fuck me," Gilda begged, "fuck me."
Rita plunged the plastic cock into her pussy. She pushed back to meet the advancing stabs.
"Oh, baby," she told her, "that feels so good. I love it. Fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
With deep, dildo stabs Rita was fucking her now. Rita discovered it was fun to play the man role in sex. It gave her a feeling of power and domination.
"How do you like it, honey?" she asked her. "Isn't it super?"
Rita grinned down at her.
"You convinced me."
The following Saturday night these were the identical words that Rita used when she joined her to go to the Riverside Drive penthouse.
"This is really posh," Rita smiled as she was ushered into the bedroom by Mr. Charles.
"Now you two girls get your clothes off," he told Gilda, "and put on a good show. I want you to do everything. Begin with a nice sucking sixty-nine. Maybe after everyone had gone I can join you girls. I always enjoy having two women tend to my needs."
Mr. Charles had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he glanced at both Rita and Gilda. But he had to get back to his guests.
"I don't know whether I can go through with it or not" Rita said anxiously, "but Til do my best."
"You've moved up to big time* baby," Gilda said, "and if you want to stay here you've got to do your thing. These gentlemen want us to perform like lusty ladies. That's all. People do this with the blinds closed. Now we're just letting them have a peek. It's a voyeur show. Don't mind if some of the men unzip their flies and jerk off. Some of them might even ask for sex. That's an extra service fee. So do your best to stimulate and arouse all of the erotic emotions in them."
"Don't worry," Rita assured her. "I will do my very best."
At that point Mr. Charles opened the door and a group of young executives surrounded the bed to watch the two girls eat each other.
"Hey, look at that gorgeous chick," one of them observed. "I sure wish it was me sticking my tongue in her twat. That's not fair."
At this point Mr. Charles sat on the edge of the bed.
"Gentlemen, join me in a circle jerk, if you would care to," he smiled.
The young executives were so stoned at this point that they were not embarrassed. They did what came naturally. For watching two gorgeous women lick each other's pussy proved exhilarating and stimulating.
Gilda knew exactly what to do. She was lying on her back. Now Rita was straddling her. Rita lowered her ass over her face. For a moment Gilda propped a couple of pillows behind her head. This gave her easy access to Rita's asshole. Clasping Rita's buttocks, she let her tongue slip back and forth around her anal opening. She fingered her pussy while she licked her asshole. At the same instant Rita was fingering Gilda's pussy and eating her ass out.
The men applauded.
"Now start jerking," Mr. Charles grinned.
As the wholesome young businessmen jerked their cocks off while the two stunning women licked each other's ass out, Rita couldn't help thinking how far down the ladder of moral virtue she had slipped. A flush of guilt flashed through her body. But she had to get rid of her guilt quickly as at this point Rita was feeling Gilda's tongue inside her pussy.
Now the two women were licking each other's box.
"Suck her pussy," Mr. Charles called out as his one hand cupped his balls and his other hand jerked on his penis.
It helped to get her pussy eaten at this point, for it provided her with the erotic excitement that blurred the guilt sensations. Rita did love the marvelous tongue magic that Gilda was capably performing. Gilda knew exactly how to let her tongue twirl back and forth, always moving. At the same time Gilda's teeth bore down ever so gently as she nibbled her clit. Rita hoped that someday she could become as proficient at pussy eating as Gilda. She was^ developing a distinct taste for enjoying this kind of sex play.
The moment Gilda's hands gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them, Rita recognized she should be doing this, too. She was picking up pointers from the lusty young female.
Now the men were closing in.
"Go right ahead and shoot your wad," Mr. Charles called out. "Don't be bashful, boys. We'll just shoot our guns off on their naked bodies. Gilda and Rita don't mind. The little girls love being watched. They're exhibitionists."
Mr. Charles stood. Some of the men were taking off their clothes now. They all wanted to get into the act.
"Maybe she can eat my ass out when this is over," a young Boston executive commented.
Now they were all standing naked around the bed. A soft blue floodlight played across the girls* bodies as they rolled around on the pale blue sheets, sucking each other's pussy in earnest.
Loud sucking sounds added to the erotic fascination of the performance.
"I think that Rita's starting to juice," Mr. Charles observed. "Look over there."
The men came in closer to get a close-up view of Rita's pussy as she came.
Rita couldn't help it. She was enjoying it so much.
A second later Mr. Charles got his gun off. Some of his sperm splashed on Rita's left buttock.
"Oh, look at that," the Boston executive commented crisply. "The other girl is juicing. My, I wish I could get some licks myself. It's a shame to waste it all on her tongue."
When the women had finished draining each other, Rita immediately got off the bed. She used a towel tossed to her by Mr. Charles to wipe the sperm off her body. Then she donned her dildo. She didn't say a word. But Rita knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She rolled over on cue. She spread her legs apart and patted her pussy affectionately.
At this point Gilda straddled her. Gilda guided the dildo into her pussy. She shoved it hard. She enjoyed this position of domination. She could see why men enjoyed sex so much. They were in the dominant role. This was the role she liked.
"Puck her, baby," Gilda said with all the grace of a truck driver.
As Gilda's dildo rode into Rita's pussy, the men had another idea.
"Why don't you stick her ass?" the man from Chicago called out.
Gilda nodded and smiled warmly. She pulled the dripping-with-pussy-juice dildo out of Rita's hot pussy. A man from Boston bent over to get his licks.
"Not fair," Mr. Charles commented. "We don't get our crack at the girls until they've finished fucking each other."
Rita rolled over. She arched her ass cheeks upward to make it easy for Gilda to drive the dildo up her rectum.
Gilda clutched her ass cheeks. She flipped the slippery dildo between her ass crack. With a hard, forward jab, she stabbed forward.
"Fuck it, baby," she whispered. "That's beautiful. Twist your ass, honey. Gilda likes a good ass fuck."
The men got a charge out of the husky voice that she was using to simulate a lusty man.
Twisting her ass this way and that, the men all wished they could get a crack at her, too. Their cocks were hard now as they watched beautiful Rita fucking. Mr. Charles got so carried away that he wished he could get on top of Gilda and shove his pecker up her asshole.
"Would you gentlemen care if I joined the ladies?" he smiled nervously.
"AH right, go ahead," Ed from Boston smiled. "We knew you'd want to get into the act."
Mr. Charles was quite an exhibitionist. He conveniently pulled a jar of Vaseline out from underneath the bed.
"Always prepared," he smiled.
He applied the Vaseline to his huge shaft. Then he mounted Gilda's gorgeous buttocks. He slowly slipped his cock between her ass cheeks and then rammed forward with a vicious hard stab. Gilda let out a howl of pain. She put on somewhat of an act as she figured the men would enjoy this.
"You're splitting me in two, buster," she informed him.
He didn't pay any attention. He went on thrusting into her with all of the force of a man driving his cock up a woman's hot pussy. Only this was twice as tight. For it was Gilda's gorgeous hot ass.
Now he was really ramming it. And one man got out his belt and began cracking Mr. Charles across the ass.
"You fucking sadist," Mr. Charles commented crisply. You've got a nerve."
But the man didn't care. He enjoyed whipping Mr. Charles' ass while he jerked his cock off with his other hand. The men applauded. It was quite a performance. One woman getting fucked by the other, while Mr. Charles took advantage of the situation and thrust his slippery, Vaseline-coated penis right up the gorgeous Gilda's ass.
Now they were going at it with full force. A second later Mr. Charles got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck, fuck."
He was pumping now with full pressure.
"Beautiful," he panted. "Oh, baby, milk my pecker. Get all the juice out. That's it, sweetheart, milk my dick stick."
Gilda knew exactly what to do. She squeezed his slippery cock with her ass muscles. This really pleased him.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's just like I like it. Now you're doing it. Hang tight, honey."
She squeezed his cock some more and then he eased his penis from her rectum. It slid out a lot easier than it had gone in. For it was cum-coated now.
A second later Gilda got her pussy going. She thrust her dildo into Rita's asshole two more times and juiced. Then she withdrew her dildo from Rita's tight behind.
Rita rolled over.
"Feeding time," Rita announced as she spread her legs wide and slipped a pillow under her buttocks. The man from Boston figured he would get his first licks.
He got on the bed and bent over as the men applauded. Some of them sat now and watched closely as his pink tongue slipped into her quivering, pink pussy.
"Eat me," she whispered eagerly. "Oh, honey, suck my twat. You know how. Stick your tongue way in there." Mr. Charles added a comment.
"There's room for one more," he observed. "Another gentleman could suck her asshole."
The man from Chicago figured he would join the party. He got underneath her and began plunging his tongue right up Rita's rectum. Rita felt as though she was being neglected. Why wasn't someone doing something with her delicious mouth?
It didn't take long. A New Orleans gentleman straddled her. He gripped her head and guided his thick shaft into her mouth.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "there's nothing like an orgy. I've got a heavy load so suck slow. I want to make it last."
Rita fondly tickled his balls while he went on thrusting. All at once he was rocking it down her throat.
"Just like Linda Lovelace in the pictures," he observed. "Oh, sweetheart, open wide. I've got a lot to give you."
Just at that moment the door burst open and the hotel detective, accompanied by two vice squad members, burst in.
"What the hell is going on here?" O'Brien called out as he looked at the manager of the hotel.
"I just thought you'd be interested in knowing what's happening," the hotel man observed.
The man from New Orleans was furious.
"At least you can let her finish giving me a blow job," he said angrily.
"Get the fuck off her," the vice man commented. "And the rest of you guys, line up against the wall."
"At least they don't have to take their clothes off," Mr. Charles observed. "You can see they don't have any dangerous weapons."
Rita and Gilda were booked. When it was over and Rita wanted to quit her evil ways, Gilda insisted she continue.
"There's a lot of money in this," she observed frankly.
"You keep it, honey," Rita told her flatly. "I don't believe in this way of living. Fm going back to the mid-West where people live normal lives."
