Roxy Towne usually spent her time at parties looking over the stud possibilities. At least she did this while waiting for her boyfriend, Lee Harper, to make the rounds of the women. Or, as she put it, the hot little pussies.
Tonight was different. Ordinarily, Roxy picked out one man and tried to spend as much time with him as she possibly could. Not that anyone else could have ever gotten her out of the room and into bed, because she saved all her fucking for Lee. She just liked to tease, test her feminine abilities as an enchantress. She had already been discovered as a prick tease and men tried to steer clear of her when she started going into her hot-pants act. No one wanted to get horny over the chance of fucking her and then wind up looking stupid when Roxy went home with Lee.
Tonight, Roxy's target was Jimmy Martin, a handsome, ballsy young actor, who had, thus far, been able to avoid the oncoming Roxy. He had been wised up, and he had all he could handle with the hopeful, horny young starlets who gathered at his side like bees around honey.
Roxy was aware of this. She knew the competition was stiff. It was a sort of challenge to her. If she could get Jimmy to as much as look at her with that look she recognized so well she would feel an inner victory. And if he wanted to take her to bed, well, that would be all right with her, too, because tonight she wanted it and wanted it bad.
With Lee busy, she found herself thinking about Jimmy. She looked around the room for him but couldn't see him. Disappointment filled her eyes. She thought of how good it would be to have a cute young stud like Jimmy in bed with her. She'd go all out for someone like that, and it wouldn't be hard to do. He was so muscular, so virile, so ... all man. She envisioned what he would look like naked. The very thought made her loins tingle.
For better or for worse, the idea of fucking Jimmy had been doomed to failure from the beginning. She was becoming more and more intrigued by the thought when an unexpected incident occurred. Looking around once more, she shrugged, sipped the last of her drink, and headed for the washroom. She found a powder room and opened the door without thinking to knock; after all, if anyone were in there, he'd surely have locked the door.
The hostess, Sally Murdock, was sitting on a chair, leaning back into the corner of the room, her profile presented to Roxy's gaze. The front of her dress was open, and her skirt was up to her waist. From there down she was naked. Between her legs, kneeling on the floor with his trousers down, kissing her cunt, was Jimmy Martin. His head was between her thighs, which gripped and released his head in rhythmic motion. His hands were around her bare ass, pulling her to him, then releasing.
Sally lay back, eyes closed, mouth open in a hypnotic trance of ecstasy. Neither heard or saw Roxy.
Roxy stood frozen in the doorway, staring. She was both stunned and fascinated. Although she was not averse to performing sex in this manner herself, it was quite different to see it happen before your eyes.
The pair seemed oblivious to her. She watched their lust for a moment more, then backed out and closed the door quietly behind her. She had thought, had hoped, that she hadn't seen clearly that Jimmy was sucking Sally's cunt, but she knew it was true.
On the surface, the cunt sucking which she'd seen had chilled her for about a minute, but only for a minute. Just as abruptly as she'd been chilled, she found her lust returned and intensified more than ever. She thought of what she'd seen, thought of the details, and in her mind, the handsome young Jimmy Martin had looked stronger and more desirable than ever. The urge for sex shot through her, causing her pussy to warm with eager, throbbing anticipation of what lay ahead between her and Lee.
She was impatient for the party to be over now. It frustrated her, being denied Lee's cock for even a few minutes more. The ride home, she knew, would be one of the longest rides of her twenty-two years. She didn't know how she could stand sitting next to Lee, his hand on her knees, his cock warm and exciting, next to her. The very thought of the sexual delights at the end of the short trip home brought a hot flush to her well-formed, delightfully beautiful features.
Roxy Towne, twenty-two, vivacious, alluring, eager, with hips that seemed to accentuate sex, breasts that made men turn and look at her a second time. That is, if they looked away in the first place. Firm, upstanding, almost like huge pears, they needed no support and thrust themselves out in front of her almost to the point of eagerness. Her hair, long and golden, draped itself about her smooth, silken shoulders as so much added beauty.
The party was breaking up now. As far as Roxy was concerned, it had ended for her when she saw Jimmy Martin sucking Sally's cunt. From that point on, there was but one thought in her mind and she was impatient to get Lee home and fuck him.
"Come on, honey, let's go," she almost pleaded, tugging at Lee's arm.
"Aw, Roxy, it's just getting interesting," he said.
"There's nothing here more interesting than my pussy, darling," she purred wickedly. "You wouldn't like any of these ... these hussies."
He smiled down at her, displaying gleaming white teeth that seemed to light up his well-tanned, ruggedly handsome features. He put his arm around her shoulder, felt her shudder, then pulled her against his massive, muscular shoulder.
"Okay, baby, you win," he grinned. "Let's go."
"Aren't you going to say goodnight to the young whores you've been trying to finger-fuck all evening?" Her tone was evil, her smile forced.
"Which one, darling?" he chided.
"Oh, come on, you cunt-chaser. You need some taking care of."
The waiting was over now. Inside the door of his apartment, she slid gracefully out of her jacket, dropped it to the floor in one easy motion as she curled her passion-heated body into his arms. She could feel the hardened muscles under his pants. She eased her tense body up to his, felt his penis stiffen against her, then slowly tilted her head up, exposing her eager, full lips.
He did not wait. He found her mouth with his, crushed his lips against hers, let the full length of his body caress her, then pulled her to him. Her nerves were singing like high tension wires now and he could feel her tremble against him.
His strong hand went around her, coming to rest on her bare back, where her evening gown was cut almost to her waist. The skin was smooth, silky, and tense. There was electricity between them, an understanding, jolting voltage as each knew and anticipated the lust that lay ahead.
He put his hand on her tits, slowly squeezing it, savoring its firmness. She gasped, pushed tighter against him. As if she had told him what she wanted, he moved his hand down the front of her supple body, his huge hand gently caressing her anxious belly. He was careful not to let his hand wander too aimlessly. He knew she was excited and would climax almost immediately if he ventured too far or continued his fondling too long.
All the waiting, all the tantalizing thoughts and teasing she had performed earlier in the evening were over now. Each kiss which she received now, all served to heighten the tension which she was under and to increase the urgency of the demands of her body. Rather than merely adding up, the provocative elements actually seemed to multiply each other's effects, until all she could think was, I've got to have it! I've got to be loved!
The room began to swim before her eyes. She found it hard to sense the details of what was happening, what Lee was doing to her body. She knew only the effect. His hands seemed to burn into her, setting her afire deep inside. She craved more than his kisses or his caresses. His fingers made her feel as if they were small flames, coursing over her body, around her breasts, igniting the passion that now erupted her cunt into wanton lust.
Her fingers were busy now. They unbuttoned his jacket, pushed it back off his shoulders. He shrugged expertly, wriggling free, and let it slide down his arms onto the floor. While he did this, her fingers worked feverishly at his tie, his shirt buttons, almost tearing them off.
"Hey, hey, take it easy, honey," he said, his voice unsteady.
She groaned as though in pain and continued to tug at his clothing. "Come on, darling, help me," she pleaded.
He quickly untied his tie, flung it across the room, then unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled out of it.
"Now you," he said, almost business-like. His fingers found the zipper at the small of her back. Expertly, he slid it down. Then, just as expertly, he slid the straps of her gown over her shoulders and pushed the gown down over her hips. It fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. By the time it hit the floor, his fingers had already unclasped her brassiere. She pulled her shoulders together, let him slip the bra down her slender arms.
He took it gingerly, flung it across the room, then swung around, bent his head low, and engulfed one of her luscious tits with his mouth. She gasped, tugged at his hair roughly.
"Oh, darling, take it! Take my tit! Bite it! Oh, darling, it's wonderful!"
He held the other tit in the palm of his hand, raised it slightly, then kissed the throbbing nipple. She clutched at his head, pulled him hard against her, forcing almost the entire breast into his mouth. She was in a writhing, rapturous heaven now, kneading the back of his head, thrusting herself forward, then withdrawing just enough so the nipple remained in his mouth.
"Oh, darling!" she gasped, "I can't stand it anymore! Please fuck me! Please! Please! Please!"
Just as rapidly as he had begun his violent lovemaking, he ceased, straightened up. With a quick motion of both hands, he stripped her panties down over her hips, then pushed them down her legs. She groaned, wiggled, and let the panties join the crumpled gown. She began to tug at his belt buckle.
"Here, let me," he said, stepping back a step. He undid the buckle, unzipped, and let his pants drop. His face was now level with her navel and he turned and put his face hard against her stomach. Her hands once again found the back of his head, tugged at his hair, then began pushing him downward, toward her cunt. He kissed the firm, slight bulge of her stomach, let his lips stray to the bristle of silken pussy hair. Her hands were firm on his head now, pushing, demanding, forcing.
"Later, honey, later," he panted. "We've got something else to do first."
He stripped off his shorts, then his socks. With almost the same motion, his arms encircled her, and he rammed his strong muscular body tight against her. He backed his hips away slightly, let his excited cockhead graze her silken cuntal hair, then pushed himself slowly against her eager mound, grinding his steely shaft against the ready lips.
She gasped loudly, "Oh, darling ... please! Let me have your cock! Now!"
With a quick, sure motion, he picked up her trembling body, strode across the room with his passion-crazed cargo, and deposited her gently on his bed. He got astride her, easing her legs apart, then lowered himself slowly onto her,. She rose to swallow his erect member, thrusting her loins upward eagerly.
Her hands now grasped him, pulled him to her roughly. With one hand, she prepared herself, with the other she guided him into her. She pushed her hips still farther upward until her back arched off the bed. He denied her for a moment, then eased himself toward her, letting the entry take place in short, careful strokes until he was entirely within her.
"Easy, baby, easy," he whispered hoarsely. "Let me do it."
"Gome on then," she pleaded. "I can't hold out for your cock much longer!" ;
"Please try," he said. "We don't want it to be over before it starts."
She groaned and stifled a sob. Every second held a mounting sensation of pleasure. Every inch of her body was alive and burning like wild, uncontrolled fire. Every bit of her wanted to consume him in her blaze. She tore her mouth from his and forced her head to one side as though in agony. She turned back, sunk her teeth in his arm. she found his mouth. Her tongue flickered against his, then drove deep inside him. Her shoulders moved, her neck twisted and stretched, and she bit and kissed him all over his upper body. Suddenly she stopped.
"No!" she said breathlessly. "No, no. no! Wait!"
For a moment they both froze, like two horizontal statues. After two years as lovers they were perfectly tuned to each other, knowing each other's desires and reactions, and he knew why she wanted him to wait. She was savoring the effect, relishing every possible second before the wild, uncontrolled lust swept them away.
In a moment, when her hips began to rock gently under him, he knew it was time again. He let his lips wander over her body, kissing her tender shoulders, nipping at her breasts, and all the while his hips took up the fuck-tempo, increasing in intensity, thrusting deep inside her, withdrawing almost completely, then coursing forward again.
The action had been gentle and rhythmic up to this point. Now, as the moment of ultimate sexual love arrived, the movement became strong, demanding, rough and violently passionate.
"Ohhh, Lee. . . ! "
Her eyes opened wide for an instant, and the lines of her beautiful face went taut. She was now the woman-the woman of all womanhood-from the beginning of time. She had her lover-her male animal-and she thrust herself at his cock violently, as her nails raked his sweating back.
In one rush, everything collapsed like a huge balloon, the air wooshing out in a gigantic torrent of released tension and the lightning flashed, the thunder rolled, and she held onto him and wrenched and twisted beneath his steel-hard body.
Then it was over. Her mind slowly began to clear. Sanity crept back into her. Lee was a vague, warm, sweating blur before and within her. She could not bring anything into focus for long moments after her earth-shaking climax.
Lee lay still, panting, his hot breath against her ear.
Suddenly, he felt heavy to her. She twisted her body partially out from under him and breathed deeply.
Lee eased her tension with a slow, gentle motion of his hips. He was still inside her cunt.
In a moment, she would ascend to the cataclysmic peak of ecstasy once again---Again he would make her come hard.
CHAPTER TWO
For a long time, Lee looked up at the ceiling and wondered how long he'd slept or if he'd slept at all. For the time being, he was satisfied that he was in his own bed, with his own beautiful mistress, because that's all that mattered. He would straighten out the details later.
Roxy was there beside him, breathing evenly and deeply. She was asleep and he was glad. She, too, had her moments of tension and the fact that she was now sleeping soundly assured him that he had once again satisfied her cunt. If she hadn't been completely satisfied, she'd be up and about, pacing the floor, lighting countless cigarettes, and nagging at him over minor matters.
He wondered about her often. She wanted to marry him and he would just as soon marry her but he held off. He was afraid of himself, for one thing. There were too many young, good-looking cunts around the theater to pass up.
He didn't know whether Roxy fucked anyone else or not. He was almost sure sometimes and yet; he couldn't put his finger on any definite time or place or stud. He knew she was a cock-teaser. That was always clear to him when they attended parties together. He didn't know if this was just to annoy him or if she really had her heart in it.
At least tonight, he knew she hadn't had any for some time. She had been as wound up as he, but that didn't prove anything-really. She was still young, full of life, eager for sex, and Lee felt sure she could get herself worked up easily enough to make it look good for him.
And, after all, he was fucking quite a bit on the side, so he couldn't let her fucking bother him too much.
He'd needed her body badly tonight. It had been some time since he'd balled anyone. Producing a new show was always a strain, and the strain reached its highest pitch on opening night. Then he needed his woman, both for relaxation and to get back to earth. Fucking did that for him. With all the turmoil, frustrations and problems of show business, he always relaxed completely after he'd fucked someone, preferably Roxy. He was glad she was incredibly hot as he was tonight. There was no sentimentality between them about it. It was nature's way and, when they were in bed together, it was a way of returning to the primitive, unreined lusts of the jungle.
Roxy was rarely sentimental about sex. When she found herself filled with tension, she wanted that tension to be drawn as tight as possible and then relaxed, and that was about as simple as one could get about it. She, too, returned to the jungle ways when she was horny. She wanted her male. Lee was her male-her beast-who came to fuck her and ease her tensions.
Lee felt lucky to be this male beast.
He looked down at her, as he lay propped on his elbow beside her. He stroked her smooth roundness with one hand and felt a ghost of a quiver. She was as lovely asleep as she was awake.
Sometimes he wondered why he didn't marry her. She'd asked him enough times.
"Lee, why don't we make it legal?"
"What's the hurry? Aren't you happy with the arrangement we have now? "
"Well, we might as well be married the way we live. Anyway, it would be a lot cheaper for you."
"Yeah, I know. We wouldn't need two apartments that way, but I like having my own apartment. Maybe I'm funny about that, but it's the way I like it."
"So, you could have your own apartment. But if you were married to me you wouldn't have to give me so many presents or so much money..."
"I really don't mind, honey. It isn't that much."
"Oh, come on, now. I know how much you spend on me and I know it wouldn't be that way if we were married. I take you for a lot. When a girl's being kept, she knows that her time may run out at any minute, and she'd better pick up all she can while the getting's good."
He would interrupt her with a laugh. "Is that what you're doing? Fucking me for the money?"
"You better believe it! I know what it costs you every time we go fuck. You could get laid a lot cheaper somewhere..."
"Oh, now. Let's not put a price on your body. You sound like a whore. Don't tell me you keep track every time we fuck! What do you do, figure it out so much per trick?"
"Don't say it like that, Lee. I'm serious. I hate playing the nagging mistress, but marriage would be a good deal for both of us."
"You may be right, honey, but I'm not convinced that it would work out with us."
"You just don't want to be tied down to one woman, that's the trouble with you. I can tell every time you get a hard-on for one of those floozies and..."
"Nothing wrong with just looking."
"That's beside the point right now. Look, I'd play fair with you, if that's what's worrying you. I'm willing to do the faithful-wife bit if that's the way you want it. In fact, I'm all for it. One thing, though, if we were married and you went poking your cock around where it didn't belong, well, I'd be within my rights to do the same thing. That would be up to you."
Maybe that's what bothered him.
But how the hell could he be faithful when these young chicks were throwing themselves at him at every opportunity?
When these star-struck young girls twisted around him, wanting to get laid, he wasn't sure he could go on resisting for too long. Roxy was about all he could handle when things were right. If he got a little on the side, she'd know about it right away. And if he got a little on the side, he couldn't very well deny her the same privilege.
Then there was the nagging thought that if he remained completely faithful, would she? When he got involved in his work, he had little time to play lover, even with his own mistress. There were times when she hurt desperately for a fuck, and if he couldn't spare the time to give her the dicking she wanted, would she go out and get fucked by someone else? Women who fucked around before marriage might end up to be more satisfactory, but they were also more likely to be unfaithful after marriage, he felt.
Not that all women were like that, but he doubted that Roxy would be among the faithful ones. She just got too horny, too easily when it came to the opposite sex.
He remembered an incident which had occurred a little over a year ago.
It all happened in the theater. Lee had gone to the dressing room of the star, but found the star was gone. He sat down to wait. After a few minutes, he heard a slight rustling sound.
Unconcerned, he looked around, at first seeing nothing. Then he spied a pair of bare feet under the lower edge of the dressing screen which sheltered one corner of the room. He walked to the screen and looked around the edge, still unconcerned.
The naked female lead of the show stared back at him.
A startlingly attractive woman with a superb body, she seemed frozen. Small hands fluttered about in front of her, as though undecided what to cover up first. Her hands were not large enough to cover even one of her ample tits, let alone both. Neither of them said a word, seemingly shocked into immobility. He knew why she was here--either to ball the male lead or to keep a rendezvous with him.
As he looked at her, his eyes took on a lustful gleam. Suddenly, he wanted her as badly as he'd ever wanted any woman. Her dark eyes widened and she backed toward the wall as he stepped toward her. He slid his hands under her and caressed her breast, her nipple swelling against his palm almost immediately. He moved his hand from her tit to her bare back and pulled her close. She struggled only haphazardly. He moved his mouth close to hers, touched his lips against the side of her face, then slowly sought her mouth. A momentary tenseness passed between them, then she melted into his arms.
Her body began to undulate against him, pressing urgently. Her tongue flew into his mouth. Lee wondered now who was making who. She was suddenly very alive, pawing at him, tugging him to her. Her hands, too, were alive. With quick, sure movements, she had half his clothes off before he realized what she was doing.
No words passed between them. They both knew that they wanted to fuck-that they were going to-so there was nothing to be said.
She leaned back against the wall, and he bent his knees and his cock sought the cuntal opening. Then he was deep in her eager pussy, arching his back, feeling the strain of the difficult position. He remembered the next few minutes as strained muscles, soft flesh, heavy perfume, searing pleasure and a sudden weakness in his knees that almost made him collapse.
They separated, still breathing hard. Lee felt a little foolish, standing there panting before this woman whom he barely knew, and with his erect prickmeat gleaming with her juices.
Her lips parted as though to speak, but the sound of a door opening and closing sealed the sound within her.
For the next few minutes they were absolutely petrified. It would take only a brief glance behind the screen to tell anyone what had been going on and, no matter who it was, it would prove downright embarrassing. Neither of them dared move. They could hear someone moving about, probably the star of the show.
The door opened and closed again. But the male star hadn't left. There was a shuffling of feet, and Lee realized that there was now a fourth party in the room. He had visions of a fifth, sixth, a dozen more people entering and then discovering him, his cock still fully exposed, with the naked woman there with him. With horror, he realized they would be discovered sooner or later. He debated whether to try to wriggle back into his clothes and brave it out, trying to keep the woman hidden behind the screen. But what plausible reason would he have for remaining behind the screen so long in silence if he hadn't been up about to fuck her?
There was silence. He didn't dare chance even the slightest move. There was the slow, grating sound of a zipper, the rustling of clothing.
Lee had had more than one spontaneous quickie before in his life. Once before he and his partner had almost been discovered. But what happened next had no parallel in his previous experience.
He dared to take a step forward, toward the edge of the screen, to look through a narrow crack between the panels. As he stood there, peeking, his naked companion slid up beside him.
They both saw Roxy with her skirt up, her partner's phallus standing naked, the pair caressing each other's hot loins.
Then Roxy lay down upon a chaise, the man advanced to her, and she welcomed him.
Lee's heart pounded. He was madly jealous, yet he had to admit the justice of what was happening as though fate were rubbing his nose in it. He could not reveal himself without disclosing what he had been up to. Fascinated, he watched as the two bodies moved together in rhythmic, clandestine sexual motion. And, as he watched, a strange feeling began to creep through him-he was becoming turned on! He could feel his cock becoming hard. He reached out and took the woman's hand and placed it on his cock. She looked up at him, smiled, and began to stroke his erect and throbbing tool gently.
A few minutes later, Roxy and her partner hit their peak.
And, as they did, Lee almost did, too! It was utterly fascinating to watch another unwitting couple fucking, even if one of the lusty pair was the woman he thought was his own.
Roxy and her secret cocksman exchanged a few whispered words, then she left.
Now that Roxy's part of this strange orgy was over, Lee once again felt jealous anger rise up in him. He wanted to step from behind the screen and smash the male star in the face. But he knew he wouldn't-couldn't-for fear of revealing his activities.
Twenty minutes went by before the male star left his dressing room.
Lee and his naked partner exchanged quick glances, invitational and acceptance glances. They cast caution to the winds and stepped boldly into the room, grinning at each other. Lee went quickly to the door, locked it, and returned to his partner who was now stretched out on the chaise, awaiting him with arms flung wide.
Lee continued to stroke Roxy's naked body, wondering what the episode in the dressing room had proved.
Maybe it proved that he and Roxy weren't really in love. But that was hardly worth proving, since neither of them was sure that love really existed. Plenty of people got married and had happy lives together without going to pieces with romantic love. Romantic love made the match more palatable, true. In many ways, he and Roxy were about as suited to one another as any two people could be. She had an understanding and appreciation of his work, and he found her to be as interesting and enjoyable as any woman he'd ever met.
He thought he loved Roxy. He didn't know what his life would be if ever she decided to leave him. But if he didn't marry her-tie her to him-there was always the chance that someone would come along and take her away from him. The thought horrified him and yet, he didn't want to marry her to insure that this wouldn't happen.
Maybe he should break the affair off himself. It wasn't nearly as bad if the break-up was one's own idea. Someday, he knew, he would have to either marry her or give her her freedom to fuck whomever she wanted. It would hardly be fair to keep her on the string forever.
And if he let her go, then what? What would happen to her?
He didn't want anything bad to happen to Roxy. The question of her future genuinely bothered him. He hoped she'd have the happiest life in the world. She'd been good for him-but was he being good for her? What kind of future can a former fuck-mate have? He knew she would find it difficult to adjust to a more sedate life, where she would have to play the role of faithful wife, mother and housekeeper. It might prove entirely too dull after what she'd been through.
She had no particular talent, no training, no career. She couldn't so much as type a letter. She was very pretty, but so were thousands of other girls. At one time he had entertained the thought of making an actress out of her, but she was so terribly untalented that he gave up after months of teaching.
He knew she had a little money put away. Maybe, with a change of scenery, she would be able to start an entirely new life somewhere in another city, find a man, and find some kind of contentment this way. The idea of her drifting from one cock to another, probably ending up as a call girl or worse, and seeing the inside of a series of jails horrified him. He vowed he would never let anything like that happen to her.
Maybe he'd finally marry her, just to make sure she didn't end up in the gutter. But he didn't want to face that possibility-not just yet.
Her head moved slightly. "Lee?" she groaned.
"Yes, honey, it's me."
She reached out a dainty hand and poked him gently with a long, red nail.
Lee's thoughts had been turned away from her physical presence, but now he was entirely aware of her. The perfume of her body filled his nostrils, and her skin was like velvet under his fingers. A tremor of hunger went through him when she touched him. He could not resist bending down and kissing her lightly, two or three quick kisses. He watched the quick small tensions tighten up her body, and his member responded to her tremors.
"Oooh," she tittered, "you're getting awfully hard again."
"Yeah, and who makes me hard?"
She looked at him quizzically. "You mean I do that to you? Why, honey..."
"Be nice now, sweetheart, and maybe I'll come inside you again."
Their love began slowly. His hands swept over her body, touching her everywhere, and she did the same to him. Little by little, the intensity increased. He felt his raw lust mount, and her naked body rubbing against his swelling rod, became almost as inviting as it had been the first time.
The more he wanted her, the more he vowed he would one day make her his wife. She was the ideal partner. His previous thoughts bothered him less and less until, finally, they faded away into a dark corner of his mind.
Their kisses became wilder, more passionate, more demanding. Slowly, he lowered himself onto her breasts, taking each one in his mouth while his fingers roved over her pussy.
She grasped the cockflesh now, squeezed, then began to stroke his length gently. Her fingers trailed between his legs, took his balls, and molded them gently between her fingers.
"Does that hurt, darling?" she asked.
"No ... no, I like it," he said.
"I'm fascinated by your balls," she said after a moment. "If I had some, I think I'd play with them all the time."
"Yeah, and if I had your beautiful tits, I believe I'd do the same thing. Ummm, they're delicious," he said, gulping half of her firm tit.
Roxy sat up suddenly. "Oh, darling, I can't take much more of this!"
He sat up with her, his phallus throbbing between his legs. She looked down at it.
"Oooh, honey, look what's happened to you." She took hold of his cock and squeezed.
Slowly, his hand went around the back of her head and he pulled her gently to him. Then he pushed her slowly downward, over his chest, onto his stomach. She must be almost there, he thought. He could feel her breath, hot and urgent, against his stomach. Her hand still held his cock tightly, and she did not resist when he urged her head down farther.
There was a numbness there. He could not tell whether she had taken his cock into her mouth or not. He put one hand on the side of her face, felt his stiff hotness against his hand, and guided it into her mouth.
He had a sensation of coolness at first. She did not move. He tried to move his hips up and down but managed very little movement. Then he took her head . . his hands, pulled her a short ways away, then pushed her down. Then he repeated the process until she was moving up and down in the same rhythmic fashion as when he had it between her legs.
When he saw that she knew what he wanted, he lay back on the bed while she slipped to the floor, kneeling, and continued her up-and-down movement. He could do nothing with his hands except hold both sides of her head and he felt a thrill blaze through his groin as he felt her bobbing on his shaft.
She released him then. She moved her lips along the wand's entire length, nibbling at the soft skin, then took his sac in her mouth. He could feel himself approaching the spewing of his seed. He didn't know if he should let her continue or pull her up to him.
He tugged at her head, trying to get her to raise up.
"No ... no ... I want to do you this way. I want you to come ... please come, darling. I want you to." She increased the intensity of her sucking motion, helping with one hand while the other stroked him gently between his legs.
The decision was no longer his to make. He felt the surging jism start deep within his balls. He twisted his head from side to side, kneading her hair and thrusting his hips up and down with her increasing motion. Then he came. He hung suspended for a moment, then released his come again and again, as she backed off slightly to allow room for the semen to spout into her mouth.
Finally, after countless thrusts and gushings from his cock, he lay still. Slowly, she let his cock slide from her, paused for a moment, then crawled up beside him. She swallowed his jism noisily, then giggled.
"Did you like that?" she asked softly.
"Oh, my God, yes!" he panted. "I didn't know you..."
"Didn't know I sucked cock? I hadn't. Not until just now," she said sincerely, and he believed her.
"You sure know how to suck me," he said. All thought of ever leaving her had disappeared now. She had sealed their love with her lips on his joyous, spouting cock.
CHAPTER THREE
While Lee had been alone with his. thoughts about Roxy before, it was now her turn to think of things involving her and the future that lay ahead. She had just about vowed never to ask him to marry her again. She had done that enough already.
She was young, she still had her looks. She could make a new start, even though her limited education didn't open many doors for her. Her one skill was fucking and there was only one market for that type of skill. She didn't want that. If she left Lee, she would make out somehow.
If she stayed with him, though, what were her prospects for the future? She just couldn't go on fucking him, day to day, not knowing when or if he was going to pitch her out in the street. She had to have some security and she had to get it while she still had her youth and the looks with which to get it.
"Nope, I guess there's no hope for me," she said out loud, not meaning to.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Well, you won't marry me and..."
"Oh, that shit again."
She could see that she was making him uncomfortable, and that amused her. Still, she didn't want to spoil the night they'd spent together anymore than he did. Simply making Lee feel bad wouldn't solve anything.
She quickly added, with a little laugh, "I'm sorry, Lee. Forget I even mentioned it."
To distract him she put a hand on his ball-sac.
Lee was a lot of man and he revealed this almost at once as his cock began to rise, in spite of the fact that he had fucked her three times already.
"You like?" she asked.
He only groaned in reply. His hand went to her crotch.
She had to fuck him one more time, and that would probably be the last time. The last of all, because she'd just about made up her mind. Lee might keep her for another year or another five or ten years; but the day would come when he'd start looking for another steady fuck. Maybe a younger one, maybe a woman who excited him more or maybe one who would insist on marrying him.
No, she thought, rather than wait until he tired of her, she would make the break while she was still young.
She tried to trace the steps by which she'd become involved with Lee, but found looking back quite confusing. She'd been brought up in the Midwest. Her father had not amounted to much, as people measured worldly success, but he provided for his family well enough. When she was only a child the family had moved to a larger city where her father went into the landscape business. It wasn't the most high-class business, but it was honest and paid well enough for her father to expand before too long.
She remembered the change as signaling a rise in status. Though she didn't think in terms of class, while her father had been an employee before, the family had been at best the lowest of the lower middle class, for the town, though small, had been wealthy. And social distinctions had been tacit and definite. If you weren't one of the business people, you just were not "in."
Now the town they lived in was bigger, but they'd definitely taken a step up the social as well as the financial ladder. A small step, but a distinct one. They were approaching the middle of the middle class.
She would never forget the change, though it occurred when she was only eleven years old. But within three years more she learned that she and her family were still a long way from the top. The increase in their finances did not necessarily mean an increase in social status. Boys not so much "high" than she noticed her-but looked down on her.
However, when she began to develop and her tits blossomed out with her young beauty, it was a different story. From the age of fourteen, she was fair game.
She had been taught the conventional virtues, the conventional morals. She held out. Her instincts were easily and strongly aroused, she was extremely curious and exploratory. She looked when she got a chance, she engaged in petting, she and other little girls exchanged a wealth of misinformation. But still she refused to go all the way. When she learned how rough on boys the frustration of denied sex could be, she found ways to relieve them, but she went no further than petting to a finish.
Until her senior year in high school, she remained a virgin. Then the inevitable happened. She went through the common experience of falling in love, and had complete consummation of this great cunt-hungry sensation with her partner. Disillusionment set in when her boy went on to seek other sexual adventures.
Meanwhile, the family had made further economic and social gains. The landscape business prospered and expanded. Her father had bought a restaurant in a nearby town, Dania, and proceeded to make as big a success of this business as he had his landscaping company.
The dream ended on a May evening almost exactly five years from the night which Roxy thought might be her last with Lee.
Her parents visited the restaurant. Nobody knew how the fire started-the fire department issued contradictory statements referring to "faulty wiring."
"Careless smoking."
"Defective equipment." The undeniable fact was that both of Roxy's parents perished in the fire.
Roxy had never particularly desired to go on with her schooling. A pretty girl, she'd long had the pretty girl's dream of becoming a popular entertainer, a singer, an actress, a television personality. She had a few drawbacks that would stop her from following any of these careers-she couldn't sing, couldn't act and was somewhat of an introvert. Looks were all she had going for her. And it wasn't enough. ' But at nineteen, especially after a disillusioning love affair, one can deceive oneself easily about such matters.
There was some insurance money left and Roxy took this, plus the money she got from the sale of the landscape business, and made her way to California, seeking the career in show business she had longed for. She had one distinct advantage over most of the other girls-she'd ample money to tide her over until the big break came.
She followed the usual route. She found a roommate who, after a short time, ran off with most of her clothes and luggage. She rented an apartment much too expensive for her, took in another roommate who soon moved out, taking most of Roxy's remaining belongings again. She registered with the casting office and went home to await the call to come and be a star. Unfortunately, the call never came. She found that she wasn't the only pretty girl who'd made a hit in her home town only to find the big town was full of thousands just like her.
Still, she was not discouraged. She kept on trying. She signed with an agent who tried to fuck her first, and find her bookings second. She had a few jobs as an extra where she had only to look sexy. She suffered from physical frustration, she heard of girls who had supposedly made a success simply by sucking cock at the right time and the right man. She went out on dates and got drunk purposely, just so she'd be noticed and even went so far as to fuck with young men a few times.
When she was almost twenty-two, she met Lee Harper. Lee was no sugar-daddy, but he had money and he acted like he wanted not so much just to fuck her, but to be a companion to her.
Lee Harper was in his early thirties, lusty, successful and, most of all, he was a producer. When Roxy first met him, he was in the midst of producing his first movie, a half-million-dollar-budget job.
Roxy's agent got her a reading, which was hardly a reading at all, since the job entailed a number of shots but only a half-dozen lines.
The most important thing that happened was that she met Lee.
When Lee first saw her, he had a look in his eye that was not too difficult to read. Roxy returned the look with the same interest. Lee stuck close to her and gave her a lot of encouragement while the test shots were being made. The he asked her to dinner.
She accepted.
Before the dinner date and before she'd learned the results of the test shots, she had a confidential chat with one of her friends, a girl named Kathy.
"Look, Kathy, you've been around this racket for awhile so you should know what's right."
"I suppose so," Kathy replied. "What's on your mind?"
Roxy paused for a moment, afraid to bring the matter up.
"Look," she said bluntly, "is it true that girls who go to bed are the ones who get the jobs?"
Kathy studied her for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Hell, kid, you ought to know the answer to that. You're one step ahead of the mob if you crawl in bed with someone of importance but it's no sure-fire guarantee that you'll get work."
"I've heard that all the big stars have fought their way up the ladder, bed for bed, as it were. Is that true?"
"In most cases, kid. A lot of guys will promise you everything in the world just to get in your pants but, when it comes right down to it, they've got nothing to offer. It's like this: if you have two girls and only one part, you'd give the part to the one that you could shack up with, wouldn't you?"
"I-I guess so," Roxy said, hesitantly.
"You're damned right you would! You're just so much merchandise to be exploited and these guys don't give a damn about your precious virtues. Hell, if you get ahold of the right guy, give him a little. It can't hurt you. In fact, you'll get some fun out of it yourself."
That settled an important question for Roxy. She dressed for the occasion, but the occasion being the kind it was, she didn't dress much. She was blonde and she looked good in green, so she wore a very loose, shoulderless dress of a green, many-pleated material. It was loose at the bodice, though her breasts filled it up beautifully and the material hinted at her nipples; it was loose at the skirt and was belted with a green cord. She wore a little green jacket with green slippers. Except for pearl earrings and a single strand of pearls at the neck, that was all she wore. No bra, no panties, no pantyhose.
The first thing Lee Harper did when he picked her up for their dinner date was to compliment her on her sexy appearance. Roxy knew she had made no mistake: This man was as hungry for her cunt as she was for his cock, and for several months she'd been getting hungrier by the minute.
The second thing he did was tell her the good news.
"I don't want to keep you in suspense, Roxy.
You look good on film. To be more precise, you look exactly the way I want you to look and my director feels the same way. So the job is yours. Ten weeks' guarantee at two hundred a week. Sound all right?"
"It sure does," she exclaimed, "but my agent will have to give you the final okay."
Lee laughed.
But she was left with a question in-her mind. Did this mean that she didn't have to ball Lee in order to get the job? Nothing had been signed yet and he could always back out. Was she supposed to let him fuck her to assure herself of the contract?
He took her to dinner, then to a place where there was dancing. She was having a wonderful time, but she was more interested in the fucking that she hoped was yet to come. She knew this was all a build-up for screwing later, and she would just as soon have skipped over the preliminaries. She needed to be laid and it didn't take much to get her ready.
When they danced, she began to feel drugged. She had tried to keep her mind off of the way she planned the night to come to an end, but she couldn't. Everything went hazy, and at moments, she found it difficult to stay on her feet.
In spite of herself, she was the one who made the suggestion leading to bed.
"Why don't we get out of here, Lee? Let's go some place where we can be alone and talk or have another drink..."
Without a word, he took her arm and led her from the floor. He paid the check and took her to the car.
There was very little conversation on the way to his place. He had turned the radio on and they both listened to the music.
He lived in one of the nicer neighborhoods and his apartment building was a huge glass-and-brick affair that stood on a slight rise. The lobby was sparkling with polished marble, live plants and stainless steel.
"I live on the tenth floor," he said, punching the button for the elevator.
"Must be a nice view from way up there," she said.
As they left from the elevator, she noticed the halls were covered with heavy, deep-red carpeting that made her feel horny just walking over it. As soon as the door closed behind them, he turned on the light and walked behind her. She felt his hands on her shoulders and felt, too, a tremor of heat start in her loins at his touch.
"May I take your jacket?" he asked politely.
She gave her shoulders a slight shrug and let the garment fall into his hands.
"Now, may I help you out of your jacket?" she asked.
For a moment Lee looked puzzled. Then he shrugged, smiled and turned his back to her. She pulled the coat off and handed it to him. "And now your tie," she added.
He undid this himself, pulled it from his collar, and tossed it onto a chair. He looked at her quizzically for a moment, as though expecting her to ask him to take off his pants, too. Instead, she went over to the couch and sat down.
"Come on, sit by me," she said softly. "So we can talk."
Lee had a look that meant he knew what was coming. Just another starlet out to shove her cunt at him for a bigger part or more parts. He had been through these horny, whoring scenes before and he was wary of any cunt he'd hired. He went to the couch, looked down at her, the sat down slowly, some distance separating them.
"All right, what shall we talk about? Of course, it'll have to be about the movie business, so let's get on with it."
"Not necessarily," she said. "There are other things to discuss besides business. Why don't you relax, Lee?" She moved over closer to him and pushed him backward gently, then raised his feet up onto the sofa, "there, isn't that much better?"
She proceeded to take off his shoes and socks. Lee made no protest. He merely watched, as though in a trance, as she undid the laces of his shoes, then pulled off his socks.
Roxy didn't look into his face but she could feel his horny eyes on her. She began to breathe heavily and there was a lustful thickening in her throat.
When his shoes and socks were off, she slipped off her own shoes. Then she sat down on the edge of the sofa, facing him, nudging him over with her voluptuous ass-cheeks. She felt the heat where her ass touched his. She looked at him and smiled a timid, weak little smile, letting him know that she knew what horny thoughts he was thinking. She was genuinely timid, however, as she had had no sexual experience with a really adult male before. She wasn't so experienced that she knew exactly what was expected of her-whether to be coy or to rape him.
She waited impatiently for him to make a move toward fucking her. She didn't want to do everything. It was his turn now.
He reached for her shoulders and she instinctively bent toward him, willingly. Her hands found his shoulders and she slid them sensuously around behind him. Their lips were only inches apart now and she was annoyed that her breathing was so irregular and heavy. With a sudden movement, he came closer. They kissed. It was mechanical kiss, without feeling, but inside Roxy's turbulent body, fireworks were going off.
Her eyes closed, their mouths opened and moved softly against each other, and their teeth met. She felt the tip of his tongue against her lips. Then they parted. He looked at her.
"You're a beautiful girl, Roxy," he said hoarsely. "And very desirable." Oh, oh, here it comes, she thought to herself. The fatherly approach where he would tell her that nice girls didn't do things like this and that she should get herself a decent job or go back home or do something other than what she was doing. She had heard this advice before and it infuriated her.
But Lee fooled her.
"You and I could make a wonderful life together," he said. "I could feel real good with someone like you to fuck just me."
"I think you're nice, too, Lee."
He seemed to be trying to see through her, to read her mind, and for the next silent moment his expression didn't change.
"In case you're trying to assure yourself of something, let me make it clear right now that you definitely have a job. There's no question about that now, whether or not we screw. Understand?"
She was grateful. Somehow his words made her want him even more. Maybe this man, this Lee Harper, was different.
"I understand," she said softly. He pulled her down again and this time their kiss was much stronger, and their desires more apparent. She pressed her knockers against his chest, only her thin dress and his shirt separating them, and she felt the arousing sensation of her nipples swelling.
Her lips, too, seemed to swell. They soon felt almost bruised, and the invasion of his tongue, which sent sparks of shuddering pleasure clear through her, seemed at once to soothe and agitate her. Her eager tongue stabbed back, and she pushed her breasts against him even harder.
Slowly, his hand crept between them, took hold of one of her firm tits. She gasped, but eased away to give him more room to fondle her. The warmth of his hand came through the sleazy material of her dress, sending a warm glow down to her eager cunt. He fondled the firm jug, pinched her nipple gently, then squeezed the entire breast in an urgent caress that let them both know they would soon couple their loins completely.
She backed away slightly as the ache of yearning shot through her pussy, then she descended to him, her entire body pressing the hardness of his dick. His hand slipped from her tit and slid downward over her luscious body, over her ass-cheeks, around her thighs, then between them, kneading her pussy to moist heat.
He tugged then at the bottom of her skirt, felt her adjust herself to assist him. His other hand was around her back, diddling with the zipper of her dress. She inched forward and felt the zipper slide its full length, baring her ass to his hands.
She pulled her mouth away from his and raised her head a few inches. Her breath came hot and panting through her open mouth, her eyes were almost shut, and she saw only a blur. She seemed to be transcending into another world, an unreal, wonderfully beautiful world of male and female desires.
Every caress made her sensations pulse even harder. She wanted him to hurry now, fuck her, enter her as a man takes all of a woman. She gave nothing in return except her wet, frenzied cunt. She was writhing in his grasp, almost in agony, but an agony of desire and passionate heat.
Then, suddenly, she knew she had aroused him, and there was no longer any danger that he might stop. She sat up straight. She shrugged her dress off her shoulders, exposing her firm, upright boobs to his lewd gaze. She pulled her skirt higher and looked down at her bare thighs. His hands reached out for her nipples and fondled her tits as she looked down and followed their movement.
Carefully, she unbuttoned his shirt. He had a strong chest, broad and full, with a batch of dark hair in the center. The patch narrowed to a thin line that went down to his belt. While one of his hands ran over her jugs, drawing first one taut nipple and then the other, she unfastened his belt. Then she undid the little metal hook. He raised his hips slightly so she could pull his pants to the floor.
She would never forget that first sight of him, practically naked while his slowly moving hands generated the greatest, hottest lust she'd ever known.
She put her hands flat against his brawny chest, rubbed vigorously, then slid her arms around his bare waist, only to move them onto his stomach. She delighted in his horny, gasping breath and his slowly rocking hips. She moved her lips over his body, nipping the flesh lightly, running her tongue around in slimy circles as she progressed, all over his body.
Then, suddenly, he pushed her hands from his flesh.
"I think we'd better start fucking before it's too late," he said.
She stood up, pulled her dress off, and flung it away.
Almost at the same moment, he stood up, pulled off his shorts and reached for her. They clung together for a moment.
She could feel his shaft hard against her cunt and belly, probing, pushing, backing away, then prodding at her again.
He took her up in his arms, then slowly sank to the floor. He laid her down carefully, looked at the full length of her loveliness, then slowly spread her legs wide. His hands slid lightly over the soft skin of her inner thighs, across her stomach. Then he pressed his full palm against her love-mound, made small circular motions for a moment, then eased himself over on top of her.
She reached down and took hold of the pulsing member, guided him to her ready pussy. She could feel his panting in her ear, felt him quiver slightly as she opened the cuntal lips and let his gloriously stiff prick enter.
Although he was raging with desire, he eased forward slowly, felt the warmness of her pussy-center engulf him, then plunged his entire fuck-muscle into her.
She gasped, stopped all movement for a split second, then brought her cunt into fierce action, reaching up for him, milking every inch of dick he had to offer.
But they had both worked too long for this moment, and before they could really begin the rhythmic motions of their fuck, it was over. He flooded her with strong, rapid squirts of hot semen and she lunged up to wring it from him. For her, it was over, too-her short, intense climax faded slowly.
They lay motionless for some time, neither saying a word.
Finally, he raised his head, looked into her face and grinned.
"That fuck was a little too fast, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, but it was so wonderful."
"Do you want more dick, baby?"
She tightened her grip on him, kissed his lips lightly.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. Her head nodded up and down. "I'm a long way from through. I could fuck you all night!"
He was still in her cunt, and at the sound of her words, he could feel his cock growing larger. The mere thought that she wanted more of his member made his desire for her satiation increase.
She wasn't fooling, either, when she said she wanted him. She had a genuine like for him. She could see that he cared for her, too. She didn't think she was in love with him-she'd already become disillusioned about love-or that he was in love with her. She thought that if she could satisfy him more than other women and have an affair with him, she might do her career, such as it was, some good.
"Baby, you do things to me," he said, giving his rod a slight push into her pussy, even deeper than before.
"I know. I could feel it."
And they began again, taking time to savor every moment until they were once again rocketing through the pleasure-filled universe of full, liquid orgasm.
That had been their first fuck. There were many to follow. He fucked her every night until the picture was finished, and by then it was taken for granted that she was his cunt. When he returned to New York, he took her along and set her up in an apartment.
He was, of course, her most frequent visitor and, of he was not involved in anything too important, he spent most of his nights with her. Sometimes, however, he stayed away longer than she thought was necessary and she suspicioned he was seeing someone else. She reasoned that if he could play around she certainly had the right to do the same thing, even though he was paying her bills. For the first year, she did not think too seriously of going to bed with someone else although the thought occasionally crept into her head. She didn't want to endanger her comfortable way of life nor the career she still had hopes for.
But the career was dead. The small role she had had in Lee's film meant nothing. She was just one of many hot bodies that no one remembered.
Lee could not help her with parts in any of his shows. He needed talented people and Roxy had no talent but fucking. Besides, he didn't particularly want her to become active in the theater or films, for fear it would take up too much of her time. He wanted her where he could have all of her whenever he wanted.
When that first year was up, she accepted herself for what she was-a kept cunt with a cocks-man who cheated. She celebrated this first anniversary by going to a party and enticing three different men to fuck her. All quickies, with which she had no coming whatsoever. She didn't even know what she was trying to prove. She just wanted, in some way, to show Lee that he wasn't the only one who could fuck around.
After that, she became ashamed of her horniness and, instead of fucking all of her male admirers, she only teased them to prove she could still get men to want her cunt. She enjoyed getting them aroused, then letting them fall flat. The pained look on their faces pleased her more than if she had gone off with them and fucked through the night.
She and Lee got along beautifully, especially in bed, and she began to plot her course differently. Instead of a career in the entertainment field, she decided on a career as a wife, a legal fuck.
That hadn't taken place as planned, and now the possibility seemed remote-she might have to slut around for the rest of her life.
The sun was up now, but Lee was as excited as if this were their first fuck instead of their fourth. He lay sideways across the bed, his feet hanging to the floor, and she knelt, kissing him and mking his cock as ready as was her cunt.
He felt his prickshaft rise. He looked down, almost as though he didn't believe the throbbing he felt.
"You're magic, honey," he said. "I hope you mean that."
"You must be. My God, look at that dick! It's coming up hard again."
"I hope you like this fuck, honey, because it may be the last one you'll ever get from me," she said.
Lee paid no attention to her remark. He'd heard her say such things before. "I'm serious, Lee."
"Yeah, I know," he replied, unconcerned. "Come here."
He reached out and pulled her on top of him, then guided himself into her talented pussy.
She said nothing, only smiled down at him. She eased her cunt down onto his meat, felt him enter, then began a circular motion that aroused him immediately.
She would make this fuck good-this onethis last fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next two days, Lee was fucking around with a new television show he had been commissioned to produce. In the busy flurry of casting, staging and getting the show together, he had neglected to even call Roxy. He had meant to, a number of times, but something had always interrupted him. She was important to him, but other matters, other pussies, were more important. He worked late into the night and went immediately to his apartment when all his appointments and meetings and blow-jobs had been completed.
He had given no further thought to Roxy's remark about their last meeting being the last one. She had said it before and he had always found her waiting when he arrived at her apartment. She would still be there, her knew, so there was no urgency to his getting in touch with her.
During the rehearsals, he had noticed one of the girls in the show and she appealed to him a great deal. Maybe he was tired of Roxy. Maybe he wanted a change of cuntal scenery. But when he thought of life without Roxy, there was a sudden twinge in his balls. He felt this twinge now. He knew he would have to call her even if it was just to say hello, to hear her voice, to know she was still waiting in the wings until he finished with his work.
He dialed her apartment but got no answer. That was not unusual. She didn't make it a point of sitting next to the phone when he wasn't there. He wasn't concerned.
He'd had some idea of taking her out to dinner that evening and he wanted to let her know his plans beforehand so she could get ready in time. His time was limited and, at best, it would be a hurried meal, then back to the studio. No sex, no loving.
An hour later, he phoned again. Still no answer. He tried four more times at one-hour intervals, but got no response.
He busied himself with his work and he found himself paying more and more attention to the girl who'd caught his eye earlier. He had seen her around but had paid no particular attention to her. In fact, he had even used her in a couple of his shows some time before and now he wondered why he hadn't noticed her until now. Maybe it was because Roxy had kept him satisfied sexually so well that he had no urge to take on another woman-except the usual casting-couch fucking.
He checked his casting sheet and found out the girl's name was Judy Stern. She was cute, appeared to be about twenty-two or so, and sort of dreamy, innocent, eyes that made her photograph well as a sex symbol.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her and he noticed she was returning whatever messages his eyes were sending her way. He had a weakness for girls who had that bedroom look and he found himself thinking more and more about how Judy would be in bed instead of worrying about why Roxy didn't answer her phone. He decided if Roxy wasn't available, he would ask Judy out to dinner. Even if she wouldn't go to bed with him, she might prove interesting dinner table conversation. Anyway, it was worth a try.
He would give Roxy one more call. If she still wasn't home, he would ask Judy out for dinner. He dialed Roxy's number, listened to the buzz on the other end. There was no answer after twenty rings. He hung up.
He went out and found Judy standing alone at the edge of the stage, reading over the script. When he asked her to accompany him for dinner, her smile brightened into lusty heat.
"Why, I'd be happy to Mr. Harper."
Lee had been almost sure she would accept. He didn't know whether she thought he might prove good company or if she even liked him but he had found over the years that when the producer asks a young actress out, they never refused. They were too eager to further their careers to say no. Also, many of them were more than willing to accept an invitation just for the free meal.
Quickly, Lee told her where and when he would pick her up, then went back to his office.
He began to have a nagging feeling in the back of his mind about Roxy. Maybe, he reasoned, it was a guilt feeling, now that he had taken the first step toward fucking Judy. He decided to go to Roxy's apartment. He didn't stop to think that if Roxy was in, he would have to stand up Judy-he would find it very difficult to get away from Roxy. One, because he wouldn't want to, and, second, because she wouldn't let him.
He buzzed the apartment twice from the foyer but there was no answer.
He took the elevator up and went to her door. He let himself in, knowing by this time that Roxy was not home. He would wait around for awhile, have a drink, then if she didn't show up, he would be free to take Judy to dinner, relieved that he had at least tried to see Roxy.
He went directly to the cabinet where the liquor was kept without bothering to look through the apartment for Roxy. He poured himself a drink, then strolled through the place. She kept it up very well. Everything in its place and everything as clean as it could possibly be. Maybe, he thought, this is what he needed-a woman to look after him. Roxy certainly satisfied him in every way and he would have to look a long way for someone to equal her. He wondered what he really wanted. He knew he didn't care to be tied down but he was approaching the age when a lot of carousing around was becoming a strain on him.
He felt a twinge of remorse as he thought of how he had cheated on her. Although she was not there, he felt her presence. He could smell her cuntal scents permeating the apartment.
When he went into the small kitchen, he saw the envelope propped up on the table as though it were a billboard. Roxy had never bothered to leave him notes before, and he felt suddenly fearful of what sort of message she might have left for him.
With trembling fingers, he opened the envelope and took out the letter.
My dearest Lee, When I told you the other day it was the last fuck, I meant exactly what I said. It's all over. I wanted so to have you as my very own but you never gave me the answer I was looking for-or did you ever ask me to be anything more than just a cunt to you. I feel I can't go on fucking the way we are. There has to be something firmer for me to stand on. I feel like I'm holding onto a tilting platform and, sooner or later, I'll slide off. I look in the mirror and wonder where I've failed you, where' I've gone wrong and why you don't want me as your permanent life-partner. I'm confused.
With my deepest regrets and fondest memories, I'm leaving you, Lee, darling. You'll find someone else, and so will I, no matter how many tears blur our vision, and my eyes are filled with tears right now.
I'm terribly sorry, Lee, that it didn't work out. It could have been a good life.
My most ardent love to you, Roxy
Lee was stunned. He knew Roxy had hinted many times at "cuttin' out," as she put it, but he had never taken her seriously. Nothing about the letter seemed real. He read it again and again, trying to make the words sink in, trying to make himself realize that she was truly gone. He shuddered when he thought he might never fuck her again. He hadn't the slightest idea of where she might go. He knew she had some money saved up and, more than likely, she would put a lot of distance between them as quickly as possible. She could return to California or go to Florida, Kansas, or anywhere in the whole fucking United States. She could very easily move across town and he would still be unable to find her.
He didn't know when she had left. It could have been two days ago or two hours. The only thing he knew was that she was gone. A chill shakiness entered his loins.
He tried to shrug it off, telling himself that he was free again, but two years of sweet fucking was hard to shrug off. Sometimes, when he thought he might make the break himself, he worried about what would happen to her. Now he no longer had that to worry about. She would make out somehow, he told himself. At least he wouldn't have to feel guilty about fucking Judy.
He walked through the apartment. He looked in the closet, in the drawers, in the medicine cabinet. Everything that belonged to him was still there but there was no trace of anything to tell him she had once lived there.
He went to the liquor cabinet and poured a drink, a strong one. He glanced once again at her letter. A certain bitterness came over him as he looked at it, thinking that she had run out on him.
He had given her everything that any young girl would welcome with open arms, marriage or not. There were plenty of girls he could get. Maybe Judy. Maybe he could get her to come and live in this apartment. He wondered why he'd ever gotten so involved with one woman for two years in the first place.
The best thing to do, he reasoned, was to celebrate. He already had a date and now he could relax and show Judy a good time instead of the tense, business-like seduction he had imagined.
As arranged, he picked up Judy at her apartment, and the moment he saw her he felt a wave of lust toward her. The chemistry seemed right, and he was willing to admit to himself that he was in the mood for a long, romping fuck to celebrate his severance from Roxy. He would plunge into this new woman with everything he had, just to keep his mind off the way Roxy had left.
Though he played around on occasion while he was keeping Roxy, his side affairs had been the exception rather than the rule. He wanted to forget, and as quickly as possible. Judy was undeniably put together in such a fashion as to make this a distinct possibility.
She looked excitingly erotic. Lee could see she had taken pains to make herself as attractive as possible.
Her dress was supported at the shoulders by two narrow straps, and her bosom, far from being peaked at the nipples, was full, with a graceful, feminine flow. Her skirt flared and now and then a bit of white, lacy slip was revealed.
Her dark hair was piled up on the back of her head in a simple coil that accentuated her fine features. Her cheeks showed hints of pink, making Lee suspect she was ready for an evening of sexual discovery. Her eyes, dark and dreamy, had an exciting, sensual sparkle which encouraged lust in anyone who looked deep into them.
Tonight, Lee thought as he looked at Judy, could very well be the night when he would completely forget about Roxy.
Lee was an expert at knowing how to begin an affair.
Before Roxy, Lee had been an acknowledged expert on beginning affairs and guiding them quickly to the nearest bedroom. He was pleased to find he'd lost none of the touch. After dinner by candlelight, followed by dancing and at least one too many cocktails, Lee knew his next move. He'd take Judy to the apartment-Roxy's apartment. It seemed a fitting way to destroy a memory and begin a new affair at the same time. Two birds with one stone-Lee liked that.
Later they danced, and her lithe body seemed to vibrate against his. Their mutual physical awareness grew stronger, and their bodies seemed to signal to each other what their desires were.
The prospects for the evening were increasingly good. The proper air of confidence and common interest grew, and they felt that they truly knew each other.
"I want to take you some place for a drink alone," he told her when he felt that her emotions had been properly aroused. He felt the hesitation in her body. She looked at him for a moment.
"All right," she replied softly, and snuggled against him.
Moments later, they were in a taxi.
She did not ask where they were going, nor did Lee tell her.
She was delighted when he showed her Roxy's apartment.
"Do you live here?" she asked.
"No. Roxy lived here for a while. I took such a liking for the place that I didn't want to give it up."
She looked at him carefully. "A sentimental reason?"
"Hardly. But let's not talk about it. How about a drink."
"Well...."
"Good. I think there's some champagne in the refrigerator."
He took her by the arm and guided her to the kitchen. There he opened a bottle and poured for both of them.
They carried their glasses and the bottle back to the living room. There they sat shoulder to shoulder on the divan and sipped their drinks.
"I like champagne sometimes," he said.
"I do, too!" she exclaimed, almost excited. "It makes me feel so ... so warm inside."
Slowly, he turned to her, looked deep into her eyes. He took one hand, lifted her chin slightly, then bent over and kissed her deeply. She did not object. In fact, she pressed her tongue against his, holding the kiss longer than he had expected.
When they parted, she looked at him strangely.
"Lee, you're not just looking for some cunt to take Roxy's place, are you? You know, someone to ball while the wounds heal?"
Her words shook him for a moment, but he replied evenly, "No, of course not. And I don't think any man could look at you and classify you as a substitute for anybody. Besides, there are no wounds to heal."
She looked pleased. "Just wanted to know where I stand. Say, why don't you show me the rest of this place. It looks so elegant ... so seductive."
They stood up and he took time to fill their glasses, then led her into the bedroom.
Waiting, Lee felt his dick rise. He was beginning to feel that fuck-need he had felt so many times before. He watched as she slowly inspected the bathroom. When she came out, she put her glass down on the bedside table.
"Well, now that I've seen the whole place, I suppose I'd better be getting home," she said.
Lee analyzed as meaning only one thing: If yon want to fuck me, now w the time. I'm waiting-and willing.
He put his glass down beside hers.
He stepped in front of her, slid his forearms under hers so that his palms cupped her elbows. He drew her to him. She kept her face turned down slightly, as though she might be half-afraid-or half-checking his stiffness.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes. Her face raised a little, and his lips contacted her smooth skin. When her mouth at last came up and met his, she seemed as impatient as he.
Her arms slipped under his, around his waist, and his went around her shoulders. Their bodies met with an electric jolt that brought him at once to full sexual tension, and he became aware of each area and curve of her body against him, the soft, yielding breasts, her stomach, her legs, the love-mound rubbing against his cock.
They held each other tightly, their mouths working against each other, and they swayed slightly. When their faces parted. Judy's eyes were dazed.
"I guess I knew I was taking a chance when I came up here with you," she said softly.
"So was I. I could like you very much, Judy. You're something special to me."
Her lids lowered as their faces came together again, but this time they didn't quite close, and their kiss was more fierce and urgent than before. As their lips parted and they tottered for a moment, the front of his jacket came open, her arms found their way under it, and the heat of her fingers penetrated his shirt, sending shivers of lust up his spine. He felt the flexing of her fingers as they grasped his flesh, felt her nails almost bite through the material.
His hands moved up and down her spine, and he explored the whole graceful curve from back to ass-cheek, caressing every ridge and valley, and she trembled against his prick. He stroked her side, discovering the pattern of her ribs, and the swelling of her cuntal mound against him, all the feminine softnesses caressing him, as if she couldn't help herself. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, rubbing and gliding against his every sense.
Their kisses, their bodily contact, their caressing, eager bodies, all conspired to make him increasingly giddy with heated desire and sexual need. At any other time, with a woman like Judy he would never have thought of Roxy, and only the fact that they were in the apartment she had once occupied brought her to mind now. With scarcely any effort he banished the thought of her. All he wanted was to have his flesh sink into the woman he had in his arms.
He hardly realized he was moving his left hand toward her tit. Then his palm was over the full ripeness of it, so soft that she hardly seemed to be wearing a bra, though he could feel its edges. He could feel her nipple swell and become firm under his touch. He pinched it and gently kneaded the entire, firm, soft globe.
"Lee," she murmured, "don't you think we should go now?"
"Not yet," he said hoarsely.
He knew she didn't really want to leave, any more than he did. But at the same time she didn't know how far she should go. After all, until this evening they'd known each other only slightly, and enjoying the stimulation of a few kisses and light caresses was one thing-fucking this man quite another. like many women, she didn't want to yield to her lust for his body completely until she was quite sure that Lee valued her and didn't think of her as simply a cunt to fill with his spurting cock.
He tried to reassure her. He made her sit with him on the edge of the bed, and for a moment he lightened his kisses and gentled his caresses. His arm around her shoulder, he kissed her cheek and her ear while he stroked her arm.
"I'm glad you weren't afraid to come up here, Judy. And I'm glad we've gotten to know each other a little better," he said, his voice low and full of meaning. "I've wanted to for a long time."
"I-I'm glad, too, Lee," she said, as simply as a little girl.
"There's a lot we have in common-the business we're in, the work we've done together. And, of course, the work we'll do together in the future." He fed her the bait casually and he noticed she went for it eagerly.
"I hope we'll do a lot of things together."
"I want to see a lot of you from now on. I hope you feel the same way."
Her voice shook. "I do, Lee. I do."
At that moment, she sounded so simple, so young and innocent and vulnerable that he almost felt sorry for her. He had the terrifying thought that she might still be a virgin.
"Don't go just yet," he said. "Please."
"All ... all right. If you don't want me to."
Then their mouths touched again and she twisted her torso to press those huge tits more fully against him, mashing her jugs against his chest. Her tongue found his and his prick jolted to attention. He no longer thought she might be a virgin-he no longer cared.
His hand went back to her breast, lifting, rolling, stroking, and her breathing grew rapid. When both of her arms tightened around him, he released her knockers and caressed her silk-covered legs, then up over her bare thighs.
"Lee," she whispered coarsely, almost as if afraid.
"Yes?"
"Don't ask me to do too much."
"Of course not, darling." They kissed again, and he continued to stroke her naked thighs.
"Wait a minute, Lee. I-I'd better take my dress off before it gets wrinkled."
"All right."
"And you ... take off your coat ... and tie."
She pulled at his tie as he drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. He shrugged off his suit coat and tossed it toward a nearby chair, then flipped his tie after it. Judy stood up to pull her dress over her head, and he rose to help her.
The dress came up to reveal that she was wearing a lace-trimmed half-slip. Her slim waist was bare. She took the dress off, being careful of her ribbon-twined hair, and put it over the back of a chair. When she turned to face him again, he saw why her tits had had such a natural look. She was wearing a so-called braless bra, two triangles of nearly transparent elastic material held together with narrow bands of ribbon. The little garment did nothing to distort her jugs' natural shape, and now he could see her swollen pink-brown nipples quite clearly through the gauze.
She looked directly into his eyes, and her own were half-frightened, half-challenging. He expected her to take off the little gold earrings which glittered in the subdued light of the room, but she stood quite still.
He smiled slightly, reached out for her, and drew her to him. He grabbed her by the arms, and her arms squeezed her tits from each side, making them thrust up as though they wanted to escape the skimpy bra. They kissed lightly a few times, then he guided her back to the side of the bed.
He made her sit down, then lifted her feet from the floor, pushing off her shoes. He made her lie back and roll over once. He took off his shoes and socks and started to unbutton his shirt, stopping when she laid her hand on his. He didn't insist, but lay down beside her and gathered her luscious body into his arms again.
She accepted and returned his kisses as if hypnotized, and he sensed that she was still under a certain restraint. His mouth traveled over her face, her throat, her thinly covered boobs. He teased the nipples with his lips through the material, and he stroked her legs, working her half-slip up to her waist. He managed to unbutton his shirt and reveal his brawny chest, yet when he tried to take off her bra, she held him off.
He returned to her legs, and soon his fingers were drifting over the silk, making her vibrate with want. Even though she'd kept her bra on, she let his deft touch move over every inch of cloth, and, as he kissed her, he worked his fingers under the lower edges of the silk to the satin flesh beneath.
He made her gasp and whimper.
For the time being he made no. further attempts to get her bra off, much as he wanted to move his body against all of her soft, naked flesh. He didn't try to take her half-slip off, but he did begin to ease her panties from her slender waist.
He worked them down, front and back, while continuing to caress her. She made no attempt to help him, though her taut features, her glowing eyes, her panting suggested that sHe was as excited as he. When her belly was completely uncovered, she made a feeble attempt to draw up her panties again, but his caressing hand blocked her. She made another attempt when her panties were at her knees, but then she kicked them the rest of the way off.
He kept her cunt covered with her half-slip as he went on fingering and preparing her, trying to be as patient as possible, though his horny tension was terrific. He wasn't sure she hadn't already climaxed at least once. She never looked at herself, never tried to see what he was doing.
Her eyes kept looking toward the ceiling, like someone undergoing an operation, afraid to observe.
When he felt that she had begun to want his cock inside her, he unfastened his trousers. She still did nothing to help him-as if she didn't want to admit that she was about to be fucked. She didn't reach for his prick or attempt to caress him when he worked his pants down, and he was careful not to lower them too far, just as he remembered to keep his shirt on.
If he was right about Judy's psychology, she was the type who needed the illusion that nothing was really happening to her pussy-certainly not lust!
By this time the strain on him was so intense that he began to worry about lasting long enough. He was, after all, no kid at the height of his adolescence. He was a mature man who'd had women with a great enough frequency that his body was under his complete control. He began to work faster.
Still kissing and caressing her, he slid his naked skin against hers and carefully worked his way over her leg until she partly bore his weight.
And he continued, trying to find her cuntal opening blindly and without her guidance, trying to enter her. He was certain now that he understood her, However badly she might want him to fuck her, she had one not-uncommon inhibition-she had to have the illusion that she didn't know what was happening to her, that she wasn't responsible for the way her body was fucking back at him.
Later, once he'd taken her for the first time, she might abandon the illusion; she might surrender herself to him entirely and become even more wanton than the average woman.
He found his goal and worked harder, pressing his glans against the warm, wet flesh.
He could feel her cunt begin to open for his cock.
Then he was successful and they lay absolutely still in aching pleasure, their breathing shallow and fast and their hearts hammering.
There was a light sheen of perspiration on her face and she swallowed hard.
"Lee," she said, her voice low and harsh with passion. She sounded almost surprised. "You've ... you've done it ... Lee ... haven't you? You've fucked me."
"Yes," he whispered, brushing her face with his lips.
"I can ... tell."
"We're not through yet, Judy. Put your arms around me and enjoy it."
"Oh, Lee!" She flung her arms around him and squeezed. Her hips began a steady, almost imperceptible motion, moving in tiny circles, tiny rocking movements.
He moved in her cunt, pushing down to meet her, then backing away to give her loins more play. Her fuck-motions became more violent now, demanding his root. Her fingers pulled and twisted at his flesh and her teeth began to leave small bruises on his arms and shoulders.
He managed to get one hand behind her and unhook her bra. She made no objection now, but threw the garment off. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and helped him out of it.
"My slip, Lee. Can you tear it off? I don't want to stop fucking."
Somehow he managed to get his hands between them and give the elastic waistband a yank that ripped it, and she tore the slip from her body.
Then she was completely naked under him, and she looked down at the way their bodies moved fluidly together as she shoved the rest of his clothing down with her feet.
His feet were free now and he was as naked as she. She wrapped her arms loosely around him, then tightened her grip. She wrapped her arms loosely around him, then tightened her grip. He kissed her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, moving the rosy peaks with his lips and tongue.
His mind reeled as she began her cuntal motion once more. His cockshaft was an ever-growing flame.
Faster, more intense, blazing higher, into her pussy-tube.
A strange sound came from her throat. "Ohh, Lee! Lee! Lee!"
Her entire body tensed. Her arms held him like a vise and her legs stiffened under him. Her tunnel clamped on his cock.
And then his control was done, everything was gone except the ecstasy of their coming. With every thrilling second his prickmeat was a blazing weapon, firing white-hot gouts of semen into the darkness of her womb.
Much later, after their second fuck and their third, he lay awake in the dark. He propped himself up on a pillow and smoked a cigarette while he listened to the even breathing of the sleeping girl at his side.
He was sad.
Judy had been as uninhibited and glorious a fuck as any man could want, once she'd gotten started. She had been, he supposed, every bit as good as Roxy had been. He had no complaints on that score, and he was sure that he'd given her cunt a hell of a good come, too.
She was a good lay. Probably less of a come-fiend than Roxy, but someone he might have been able to ball hotly for the rest of his life.
But he wasn't in love with Judy. And he wasn't in love with Roxy. Funny, he reflected, how a man continued to think in terms of being in love even after he'd stopped believing in love and knew only of lust and fucking.
He was sad now for a very simple reason-he missed Roxy.
Whether he'd loved her or not, she'd been his woman. All things considered, they had made a good pair, especially in bed. And he wouldn't have been at all surprised to learn that in losing her he'd lost the fuck-mate of a lifetime. Somehow, he now doubted that all the Judys in the world could make him forget Roxy.
Maybe marriage was something a great deal deeper than a few official spoken words or the payment of a tax on living with a partner. Maybe, though he'd never realized it, he and Roxy had been more married than he'd ever realized.
He stubbed out his cigarette and slipped farther down into the bed. He'd have thought that a triple-header like he'd just stuffed to Judy would make a man stop thinking about any other cunt in the world. Yet he felt guilty as hell because he missed another woman's fucking.
Missed her? Was that all?
He was sick with longing for her hot, horny ways, for that nymphomaniac-drive of hers that made her so expert at fucking, and especially, sucking cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Roxy's return to Rowley had certainly been a surprise. She'd been gone only five years, but those five years seemed like a lifetime. Then suddenly Roxy was back, an older and obviously sexier woman. The first thing she'd done was to get in touch with Janie Stevens; the second thing, to take the small unfurnished apartment right next to Janie.
Janie told herself she was not nervous about the presence of Roxy Towne and that there was absolutely nothing to be nervous about. As they moved about the dance floor of the little roadhouse, Ted Ranier's arms were around her, not around Roxy, and she was the only one that Ted wanted to ball.
Roxy's interest in Ted was purely a matter of business, just as was her interest in Ron Starr. She had talked to Ron all evening and had hardly cast a glance in Ted's direction.
The little roadhouse combo played slowly and with a heavy beat that contributed to Janie's langorous feeling as he body moved against Ted's.
In contrast to Roxy, Janie felt hardly older or more experienced at all after five years. What had she done? She'd spent a rather lonely four years in college, getting a degree and a teacher's certificate, and no dick at all. Last summer she'd started on her master's degree, and this summer she'd probably go away to the state university to continue her work. She'd spent this last year teaching high-school English in her home town, and a career as a celibate teacher was probably her fate.
Unless Ted Ranier changed all that.
From time to time she told herself that she wasn't truly in love with Ted, that she was merely searching for security, that she was sentimentalizing an exceptionally strong physical attraction. Ted was handsome, he wanted to give her a loving, he was rich, the heir to a small chain of hardware stores. With a combination like that, a girl could easily kid herself.
At other times she told herself that such thoughts were really a kind of self-protective device. She wanted to be able to tell herself that she didn't really love Ted in case he got away from her-not that she had made him hers yet.
Janie had always been shy; she had always lacked self-confidence. Four years of college and a year of teaching had done nothing to change that. Though she didn't think she was a bad-looking girl-she'd often been told that she had a "sweet" face and "striking" eyes, and she knew she had an excellent body-she'd generally failed to get laid because of her timidity. In many cases, her timid manner actually seemed to scare men away.
She'd been at her boldest, which really wasn't saying much, when Roxy had first come to Rowley, and they'd become good friends in high school. At the time, Janie had treasured the relationship. Roxy had been very popular with the boys, and Janie had been her shadow, basking in reflected desire. The bigger, bolder girl had worked up the dates, and the smaller and more timid Janie had followed her lead.
If it hadn't been for Roxy, Janie never would have done some of the things she had done. She would have given goodnight kisses on her rare dates, yes; but she would never have done the heavy necking and petting to which Roxy led her. She would never have done what Roxy had said she should and jacked off Roy Devlin. She would never have let Roy finger her pussy.
One little incident this evening had struck an all-too-familiar chord, and she'd been filled with irrational apprehension ever since.
While sitting at her dressing-table, putting on her makeup, she could see Roxy's reflection in the mirror.
"Do you really think Ted will be interested in my proposition, Janie?"
"I think he might be. But I also think you should talk your whole plan over with Ron Starr first. He might not only invest, but he's also a lawyer, and he might see all kinds of angles which would never occur to you."
Even then, Janie was not anxious for horny
Roxy and Ted to get too close to one another.
Roxy took a puff on her cigarette and looked at Janie speculatively. "Tell me something. Are you very hot for this guy Ted?"
She shrugged. "I like him a lot."
She wanted to say, Hands off! but why should she have to? In school when you were going with a boy, you didn't have to explain anything and yet your friends let your dates alone. Even if you went out with a boy only one time, no friend would think of dating him for at least two or three weeks, certainly not without asking you if you minded. That was a simple matter of tact and understanding.
Janie tried to sound as casual as possible. "Maybe I am a little eager for him ... sort of . . .kind of...."
"Sort of? Kind of?" Roxy didn't sound too satisfied. "I take it for granted that he's kissed you."
"Oh, sure."
"Anything else?"
Janie blushed. Roxy had no tact whatever. She would ask any questions, discuss any subject, usually in the bluntest kind of language.
"Goddamn, Roxy, you're getting personal!"
Roxy laughed. "I'm just trying to figure out how hot for this guy's action you are. I take it that you two have played around. But have you ever fucked?"
"No!"
She'd been holding off, and in a way, that was Roxy's fault.
Roxy had introduced her to playing with dicks, or rather had persuaded her to engage in the practice. "Why leave the poor guy suffering?" she asked, laughing. "Besides, it's fun! You haven't seen anything until you've seen a guy get his gun off!"
"Roxy!"
"Oh, come on now. It's a lot better to do that to him than have him poke it into your cunt and get you knocked up!"
Although shocked, Janie had to admit she was also curious.
"Wh-what do you mean? I mean, what do you do?" Janie asked.
Roxy studied her for a minute, trying to find out where to start.
"Well, you know a man's thing ... his cock, is like, don't you?"
"Vaguely. I never really saw one, I mean a grown-up man's. Just my little brother's."
"It's a lot different when they grow up, believe me! Anyway, when they get horny, it gets hard and stands up. The only way it'll go down is if they get their rocks off. They can either stick it into your pussy and work it back and forth until it shoots, or they can fuck their hand and...."
"Their hand? How do you mean?"
"Just grab it and start stroking it up and down. There's a lot of loose skin there and it slides over the head, you know, back and forth, until it gets so worked up it shoots come. Then it's all over."
"Shoots come?"
"Yes, that's how you get pregnant, silly. That come they shoot out is full of sperm and if you get it inside you, you may just wind up being a mama. Like I said, it's better to jack them off than have them shoot that stuff inside you."
"Jack off? What's that?"
"Technically, it's masturbation, but I don't suppose you know what that is, either."
"N-no. I'm sorry, Roxy, I just don't know anything about men and..."
"Well," Roxy said resignedly, "masturbation is when you get your gun off, yourself. Women can do it, too, so..."
"Women can? But women don't have a ... a...."
"Cock?"
"Y-yes."
"In a way, we do. It's inside. Haven't you ever felt inside yourself? There's a little knob right at the top. All you have to do it rub it a little and you'll go out of your mind! You ought to try it. It's fun!"
"Oh, Roxy!"
"You mean you've never felt around inside yourself? Christ, Janie, I thought everyone fingered around down in their cunts."
So Janie had given in. She'd found it rather hard not to, when Roxy was giving her date a hand-job in the front seat of the car or on the other side of the picnic blanket. The first time or two, she hadn't enjoyed the experience at all, but after that she had to admit that she liked it, and she let the boys become bolder in the way they touched her.
Then during the winter of her last year in high school Roy Devlin came into her life. He was comparatively new in town, and when he turned his attention on her, she double-dated less frequently with Roxy and spent all the time she could with Roy.
When Roxy would ask if she were serious about Roy, Janie, afraid of jinxing herself by telling the truth, would reply something on the order of, "Maybe a little ... sort of ... kind of," and her tone would suggest that the matter was really of no great importance.
But actually she wanted Roy. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and that was saying a lot. And soon she was pulling him off every chance they got. She allowed him more freedom with her than she'd ever allowed any other boy, showed him how to put his finger to her cunt and really bang at it, too. Since his parents were often away from home, they would go over there and get naked, and do everything they could think of-short of fucking.
But, inevitably, they did fuck.
One rainy Saturday afternoon, while they rolled naked on his bed and he looked as if he wouldn't be able to stand the torment much longer, he said in a shuddering voice, "Janie!
Oh, Janie! I want your pussy so bad."
"I want your cock too, Roy."
"Then-let's do it! Let's fuck."
"Oh, darling..."
"We're going to, Janie! We have to!"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes...
And for the first time Janie learned what fucking really was like. She'd been built up for this moment, and her lover was completely successful-so much so that she wanted more and more stiff prick.
For the next two weeks she did little, other than to fuck Roy. Balling was all she could think about. Both of them spent every spare minute devising new ways to have Roy dick her, and even though she was in her final high-school days, she skipped class after class for chances to go to Roy's house. They would screw in cars. They fucked each other on dark porches. They sneaked backstage at the school auditorium for a half-hour of ecstasy. She took it for granted that this would go on forever, that when they were done with high school they'd be married, that he loved her as much as she loved him.
Then one day he was too busy for her.
Now she was glad she'd never confided to Roxy haw far her romance with Roy had gone. The idea of having been fucked and cast aside was too humiliating. And yet at the same time she longed for someone to whom she could pour out her troubles.
She almost got up enough nerve to tell Roxy what had happened, but Roxy spoke first.
"Say, you were never really stuck on Roy, were you?" she asked, as they walked to school one morning.
Janie tried to keep her voice even. "No, not really. As a matter-of-fact, I haven't even seen him for almost two weeks."
"Then you wouldn't care if someone else ... '? "
"No, of course not," she said, as pain ripped through her.
Roxy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sure glad to hear that. Though I thought that was the case or I never would have..."
"Would have what?"
Roxy grinned. "I bumped into him downtown last night. I felt like I'd never really seen him before, and I guess he felt the same way about me. Anyway, he took me for a ride in his car, and
... well, you know how those things go. I fell for him. We parked and we necked a long time, and finally I...."
"I know what you did."
"What a cock that guy's got! Honestly, you should see him! And what force! I mean, he really explodes!"
Tears burned Janie's eyes. She nearly said, I know!
"I swear, I don't think I've ever seen a guy hung like him in my entire life! It's so big! I had a hard time holding onto it and when he came ... Wow!"
"Roxy, really! Is that all you think about?"
"I think I'm in love with him, Janie. I'm in love like I've never been before."
"Just because he's got a big dick? Is that what you think love is?"
Roxy looked surprised. "Of course not. But that is important, and don't tell me it isn't. You know what?"
"What?"
"I think I'm going to give in. I don't think I'm going to be able to help myself. When I hold his cock I can't help but want it inside my cunt! Oooh, how good it must feel!"
"It's your business what you do. If you think fucking him would be so much fun, then go ahead and do it."
Thereafter she had to endure a minutely described account of Roxy's every fuck with Roy. She did try to warn Roxy that she might be making an awful mistake, but Roxy wouldn't listen. After her first day-long session with her lover, she returned to tell Janie precisely what being laid for the first time had been like and how she had come during every instant of the several fucks which followed.
"You've got to try, Janie! It's so ... so great! Just great! There's absolutely nothing like it! When that big cock of his goes in me, I feel like screaming and crying at the same time! And, you know what?"
"What?" Janie asked, almost bored by now.
"He wanted me to do something else, too, but I didn't. He said a lot of the girls were doing it so I might just try."
"Try what?"
"Well we were playing around in the front seat of his car and we couldn't very easily ball right there. It was daylight and we were afraid to get in any position where we couldn't jump up in a hurry, so I thought I'd just jack him off and at least relieve him."
"So?"
"Well, like I said, a lot of the girls are doing it so he asked me if I would."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Janie asked, interested again, thinking that perhaps she and Roy had not done whatever it was that Roxy was about to tell her.
"He wanted me to suck his cock!"
"Did you?"
"Ah, no, but I almost did. Maybe next time I'll try it. He kept pushing my head down to it and I almost decided to do it but I was scared."
"What's the difference in that and just jacking him off?"
"Oh, I guess there's a lot of difference. He said you're supposed to suck on it and..."
"Suck on it? What happens when he comes?"
"I really don't know. I guess you just let it squirt in your mouth and then swallow it. How else could you do it?"
"It doesn't sound very nice to me. It seems kind of ... kind of abnormal."
"That's what I thought, but he said married people all do it and a lot of girls who are afraid of getting pregnant would rather blow a guy than let him screw them."
"Blow?"
"Yes. That's what they call it. Actually, it's sucking but' they call it blowing. Say, Janie, have you ever heard of muff diving? Or eating pussy?"
"Good heavens, no! What's that supposed to mean?"
Roxy tipped her head back and laughed. "That's when a guy does down on a girl. You know, licks her pussy."
"Ugh! That really sounds nasty."
"Oh, I don't know. Just think how it would feel to have someone's tongue licking all over your cunt! Sounds great to me! I think I'd love it!"
Janie had no feeling of satisfaction when Roy Devlin at last threw Roxy over, and she never revealed that she been through the same experience with him, with the exception of the oral sex that Roxy had told her about. She merely vowed to herself that the experience would never be repeated.
For the next five years she didn't fuck anyone, and until Ted came along she didn't so much as touch a penis. An occasional kiss was all she ever exchanged with a member of the opposite sex.
And now Roxy was back, and she felt almost as if they were taking up right where they'd left off. Worse, she had a strange feeling that they might be on the verge of repeating something that had happened before. This evening Roxy had asked, just as she had when they were kids, Are yon very far gone on this guy?
But such ideas were silly, she assured herself. Roxy wasn't interested in Ted, and Ted was very much interested in her-Janie-and he was holding her in his arms on the dimly lit little dance floor as if he never wanted to let her go. The throbbing music and the rhythm united their bodies, and she felt groggy with desire.
She glanced at the table where Roxy and Ron Starr were talking intently. Roxy was as absorbed by Ron as Janie was with Ted.
"Ted," she whispered, "Let's go."
The double date was informal: two couples, two cars. They had merely all gone to the same place. Ted led the way back to the table and announced, "We're taking off." The other couple barely nodded and kept on talking.
All the way back to her apartment, one thought kept running through Janie's mind in spite of all efforts to stop it: I don't want to lose Ted. I want him to be mine always! The tingly effect of dancing to the sensuous music with Ted remained with her, and the warm breeze which swept through the car made her skin flush. Her mind was swamped with vague thoughts of what having Ted for her own forever would mean. She dimply pictured herself naked with him, as she hadn't been with any man for over five years. She saw Ted as naked as she. She dreamed of lustful acts which she hadn't yet tasted. She remembered the ecstatic sensations she had enjoyed with Roy. She remembered, too, what Roxy had told her about what Roy had asked her to do, and Janie wanted it, too.
She found herself increasingly drunk with desire, a desire as strong as any she'd felt when she and Ted had actually kissed and petted.
I don't want to lose him! I don't want anything-or anyone-to come between us!
When the car pulled up in front of her apartment building, Ted made no move to get out. Instead, he slowly reached out for her, pulled her toward him, and kissed her gently. For a moment she had a panicky feeling that he was kissing her goodnight, that he had no intention of accompanying her to her apartment. Maybe his mind was already on someone else.
Someone like Roxy, perhaps.
He put his hand on her tit, and she felt the nipple respond. He still wanted her body, and she wanted his cock.
"Are you going to come up for a few minutes?" She'd never asked him before. Asking had never been necessary.
"Sure, but first...."
He kissed her again, and his hand moved on her breast. Then his fingers moved downward and swept lightly over her moist crotch.
"Not here," she said weakly. "Let's go in."
They left the car and went up to the apartment. She didn't turn on any lights, and the only illumination came through the living-room windows from a street lamp. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Ted took her into his arms once again, and she seemed to vibrate, to hum, as her cunt pressed against him. Ordinarily she was hardly conscious of her body, and she felt no particular distinction between her flesh and her clothing. It was almost as if her clothing were a part of her, a kind of dull-feeling outer skin.
But now all that was changed. She was very conscious of her body, conscious of her skin, and her clothing was something quite separate, quite different, from her-a barrier which prevented full, sensual contact with Ted.
And she wanted that as much as she ever had in her life, as they stood together in the nearly dark room, breast to chest, body to body. Their mouths turned against each other and their tongues touched, surges of new warmth flowing through them. Their bodies moved slightly and she knew that Ted longed for her, longed for more passionate embraces. She could easily detect the pressure of his need, and that only heightened her own to an extent which rendered her very nearly delirious.
She backed off from him, gasping for breath, trying to keep from boiling over.
Their next moves were almost like a formal routine. Facing Ted, she took off her necklace and her earrings, placing them on the nearby telephone stand. At the same time, he took off his jacket and pulled his tie away.
Then they embraced and kissed again, and again her lust mounted like a tidal wave.
Staying close together, they moved slowly toward the sofa.
Still in each other's arms, they sank down upon it, sitting as close as possible, twisting to face each other. Then their kisses continued, and he gently stroked her arms, her side, her skirt.
At first she had tried to discourage Roy from unbuttoning the front of her dress, yielding only when she could no longer resist. Tonight she had no will to resist Ted, no wish to slow him down. Very soon his fingers went to the top button, and she did nothing to stop him. She wanted him to fondle her boobs and maul her nipples, and the sooner the better. She made exposing her flesh as easy as possible. His fingers went from one button to the next, down the front of her dress to her waist, and he drew the material open.
Then he carefully lifted the cup from each velvety tit.
His mouth moved over her face and her neck. His fingers were like fire on the naked skin of her bosoms. He stroked them from their bases to their tips, and then he moved the tips. He squeezed the nipples and twisted them. Heat flashed through her groin like lightning.
"Ohh ... Ted..."
"Yes, darling."
"You're driving me crazy!"
"You're driving me crazy. Oh, how I love to touch your body! I want you ... so bad!"
His hand slipped under her skirt, and she seemed to feel his palm searing through her sheer stockings. Then he was touching the bare skin above the stockings, and she felt a taut nipple being drawn between his lips, his smooth tongue sliding over the aroused tip.
His touch, brushing over the rayon, electrified her, and, as in the past, but with incredible lust on her part, they took the next step. Before long her panties slid down her legs. It had been so many years since she'd let a man see her cunt!
Now his touch was electric. Her knees shook, and she was as mindless as if she'd been fucking for hours. Only an occasional thought formed: I want him! I don't want to lose him!
She did something new without even thinking of what she was doing-as he gently pressed her cunt-mound with his fingertips, she unhooked her stockings from her garter belt and began rolling them down.
When he realized what she was doing, his hand moved away from her to help her, and she was given a brief respite from the mind-dissolving sensations; for searing though his hands were as they moved down one leg, the effect on her wasn't nearly as strong as what he'd been doing.
She kicked off her shoes and her stockings followed them, and she hastily pushed her garter belt down, dropping it to the floor. As he reached again to the sensitive areas the next step in the ritual of screwing came, but with a variation. Always before her lover had been the one to loosen his clothing. Now, for the first time, she was the one to reach for a man's belt buckle and then his zipper.
She pulled the zipper down and helped him work his clothes out of the way. Never before, it seemed to her, had she seen a man so much in need, a cock so hard.
She gave him pleasure for pleasure. She had regained the lewd skills she'd once had, and she used them all. Her caresses were firm yet tantalizing, and she knew just how to touch the dick-head and give him the maximum pleasure and desire without making him too hot, too soon. His legs shook and the muscles quivered and his breathing was a hoarse rasp in his throat. And she seemed to be consumed by fire as his touches on her cunt went further and further into her.
When she knew instinctively that he could stand no more without dropping his load, she let him rest, though he continued to finger her cunt. She unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest, so that he was now naked all the way from his chest to his crotch. Then she pulled his hand off and out of her snatch and raised her feet to kneel beside him on the sofa. As he moved his hand to one of her heavy jugs, she leaned forward and licked his nipples. Gradually, she moved her mouth all over his body. Never before, had she been so bold with a man, she'd done nothing like this since those orgiastic two weeks with Roy Devlin so long ago.
Ted shook and trembled under the movement of her kiss, and still she kept going, pausing now and then when he reached a point where she thought he might not be able to stop. She hardly dared to go as far as she intended to go, and yet she couldn't hold back.
His body was a dim blur in the shadow of the sofa's back. She slid down onto the floor and crawled between his legs, her armpits over his knees.
She took his erect cock in both hands and stroked it gently, toying with his balls, squeezing them slightly. She kissed his inner thighs, brushed her face into the hair, then gently nipped his sac between her lips.
He gasped and put both of his hands on the sides of her face, pulled her forward slightly.
With a quick lunge, she opened her mouth and took his cockhead in.
His hips moved slightly upward, then relaxed.
She ran her tongue around the head, worked it in and out of her mouth. With one hand she held the thick shaft, with the other she toyed with the hot, swollen balls, working them gently along with her cock-sucking motions.
"H-honey ... honey, I'm going to come..." he panted.
Without taking the prickhead out, she groaned, "Ummhmm," in assent.
And then he surged upward, ramming it in so far she gagged, and pulled back. Stream after stream of hot j ism squirted into her mouth.
She sucked more on it, swallowing it, working the skin back and forth gently, until he had stopped spurting at last. Slowly, she took the cockhead out, kissed it lightly, then rested her face on his thigh. She swallowed hard two or three times, then lay quiet.
His hands toyed with her hair, around her neck, across her back. Finally, after long moments, he said, "Come on up here, honey," and tugged at her.
She got up and snuggled next to him on the couch.
He held her tight for a moment, then turned her chin up and kissed her. Then he eased her away, stood up, and took off the rest of his clothes.
She quickly undid her dress, drew it over her head, and tossed it beside the couch. In less than a minute, she had pulled the rest of her clothes off and they were both naked.
He stood before her, his manliness standing upright and hard, and she came up to him and took hold of it.
"Looks like you're ready again, darling," she giggled.
"I'm always ready for you, honey."
He pulled her down on the floor, and together they rolled over the carpet in each other's arms.
It seemed to her that if she could make him completely happy in every way, she could keep him forever.
She was ecstatic. She couldn't have escaped him or what he was doing even if she'd wanted to. She was captured, and she locked her arms around his back and held his shoulders so tight that he groaned.
She could feel his heavy prick probing between her legs, hot and wet and urgent. She reached down and took it, guided it to her ready slit, then eased herself forward to accept his cock into her waiting body.
He went into an immediate rhythm that coursed all through her body.
She matched her motion to his rhythm, and she felt as she had when they were dancing earlier, but now the ecstasy was a hundred thousand times increased. She savored every moment of cock-sliding within her cuntal channel.
Never, she was sure, had fucking ever been like this. Not with Roy, not between any other pair of people who had ever existed since the beginning of time. She would let herself go tonight. She would never lose Ted. Not to Roxy, not to any other woman. She would be his and he would be hers, her husband, her master, her entire world forever.
She was more and more strained by pleasure, strained to the limit, drawn to the greatest possible tension. Something had to give, to break, to happen.
Suddenly, Ted raised himself, a rough cry breaking from his throat, and his back stiffened as he filled her with all his force. His face was drawn tight with the effort; again and again at full strength, he fucked into her, driving her ass against the floor with the ramming force of his fuck-meat.
"Oh, baby, fuck me! Fuck me! Give me your cock! All of it darling, all of it! Fuck me!" she heard her voice crying.
"Oh, yes, honey. Take my cock! Take it! Open your pussy to me! Let me in! All the way in! Let me fuck you!" he panted as he drove himself into her.
"Give me cock ... cock ... cock!" she screamed. "More ... more!"
"Take it, honey! Take it! Open your cunt! Take it!"
Suddenly, the whole universe seemed to be exploding in her head. Thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and bright lights were going off in her brain.
Then it all crumbled in a panting, perspiring heap, and they lay still, fucked out-for a little while.
I've got him! was her final thought. I'll never let him go!
CHAPTER SIX
When Janie and Ted left the roadhouse to fuck at Janie's, Roxy was half-glad they had left. As far as Roxy was concerned, Janie's duty had been performed when she introduced her to Ron Starr.
Thus far, it had been an interesting evening and, if everything went on the way Roxy wanted it to go, the evening still had a lot to offer.
Ron Starr was an immensely attractive man with a sharp mind, legally and otherwise. Roxy had taken an immediate liking to him and, from what she could ascertain, he had found her quite attractive, too.
Ron's hair was liberally sprinkled with salt and pepper, but he was only in his early thirties. He was tall, had a long, lean face over wide, muscular shoulders.
As their ankles touched underneath the table, she felt a strong surge of desire rippling through her. She wondered if she'd have an opportunity to do anything about it. She guessed that she would if Ron had anything to do with it.
They had both understood from the start that their meeting was to be for business as much as for pleasure. It was for Roxy to present her idea to Ron. He had listened to her idea skeptically but with an open mind.
"No doubt the details will be complex," she said when they had first met and settled down at their table, "but basically, the idea is quite simple."
"The best ideas usually are."
"I want to start a club. Or, more exactly, a business in the form of a club."
"That could be anything from a record club to a key club. You're still keeping me in suspense."
"A key club is more the idea-a key club for women. More specifically, a key club for young, single women. That could include never-marrieds, divorced or widowed. Just as long as they're single."
His frown had made him look more skeptical than ever. "Maybe I don't see what you're driving at."
"That's because you're a man. I've talked my idea over with several young women here in Rowley, and they're quite enthusiastic, and I don't think their enthusiasm is a thing of the moment. They all saw what I was driving at when I'd told them no more than I've told you, and they all felt a real need for the kind of business or club-or call it a service if you like-that I intend to put into operation just as soon as possible."
Ron laughed and shrugged. "I'm still in the dark."
"Look, even with increased equality between sexes, more sexual freedom for women, and so forth, this is still a man's world. There are still men's bars, men's clubs, and the like. Sure, the bar for men exclusively is fading away, but for a woman to go to one she has to have a male escort."
"But there are plenty of bars patronized by both men and women."
"And most so-called nice women don't dare enter them without another woman being with her. Granted, things are changing, but they're changing slowly, and how many women want to wait until they're great-grandmothers to enjoy sexual equality?"
"Okay, I'll go along with that. But I still don't know what your plan is."
"Actually, my plan is a part of the change. The idea is to open a kind of clubhouse for the kind of women I mentioned. It'll have a dance floor, food, rooms for those who want to stay there either permanently or for a night or two, a swimming pool."
'"The club equivalent of a hotel for women?"
She shook her head impatiently. "Not at all. Women's hotels are generally pretty old-fashioned in their rules and regulations. This place would be quite liberal-and most women who could afford to join an outfit like this are more liberal-minded than you might think."
"You mean that it a woman wanted to shack up with a guy for the night, it's her own business who she fucks, and it won't be frowned on by the club?"
"Exactly. Not that I expect the place to turn into an outright love nest, but I suppose that a certain amount of fucking would go on. But men would generally be barred except on invitation-what's the matter?"
Ron had sighed and shaken his head. "Most women want to go where the men are-they don't want to keep them out. Ask any girl who's spent a few years in a sorority house or a girl's dorm."
"You still don't get the idea. The women you're talking about spend a lot of time sitting around waiting for some dick-carrying male to take the initiative. Very often they don't feel free to take the problem by the balls unless they belong to an organization which throws a dance or a party or something of that sort. Then they can ask the men to join them. Then they can take the initiative. As long as the organization is exclusively for women and men are barred except in invitation, a girl can always invite a guy to visit her bar, to dance to her combo, to swim in her pool."
Ron looked more thoughtful, and she paused to let her words sink in.
"I think I'm beginning to see the light," he said. "But this doesn't sound like something for a town like Rowley. This sounds more like something that would go over in a real city, some place like New York of Chicago or Los Angeles."
"Just the opposite. I do think there's a place for such an organization in any city, but cities give women much more freedom, so the need is less. The need is really felt in places like Rowley where people aren't as confined in their attitudes and actions as small-town people are, but where big-city opportunities aren't available."
Slowly, Ron nodded his head. "That sounds like a pretty shrewd analysis. But I can still think of an objection or two."
"Such as?" At the moment, Roxy was more interested in the leg that was rubbing against hers than in Ron's mild objections.
"Your organization will be for women without husbands. But most women want husbands, and they want a way of finding them."
Roxy nodded. "And a place like I'm starting gives them more chances to nail a man down."
"And supposing they succeed? What happens to your membership?"
The answer struck Roxy as obvious. "Number one, for every woman who gets married, another gets old enough to use the club. Number two, if a woman marries she can still retain her membership, if she wants, as long as her guest isn't her husband. We don't want to make the place a family hangout, though I wouldn't object to that if it made money. Anyway, a lot of married women like to get away from the husband and kids for a night or two and..."
"And engage in a little extramarital screwing on the side?"
She shrugged. "Maybe. But if a woman is inclined to fuck around on her husband, she's going to do it, club or no club. That's her business."
"I can see a setup where certain men, desirable men, might be readily available for ... dates," Ron said slowly.
She grinned. "A sort of string of cocksmen for all the lonely young ladies, huh? Not a bad idea. I hadn't thought of that." She could see that she'd sized up Ron Starr correctly, and that she owed Janie her gratitude for introducing them.
"Naturally, you want to make a profit," he said. "How, in general, do you plan to operate?"
"That's where I could use some sound advice on specifics, but the general idea is this. I-and any partners I may have-will rent or buy the facilities. I'll organize the club. I'll lay down its general principles in the form of broad rules. The members themselves will elect their own officers, organize any special activities they want, and so forth. When they need a little pushing, I'll do that. I'll see that they have food, liquor, a dance band from time to time, but with their advice and approval-and don't think they won't advise!"
"If Rowley can use something like this, why can't other towns? That is, if it's successful," he said.
"Exactly!" The idea was taking root in Ron's mind, he was thinking along the same lines as she, and she was deeply pleased. "This can be a starter, a pilot project. Once our first club is under way, we can open up comparable organizations in other cities. When a woman joins one club, she becomes an associate member of all the others and has the use of their facilities.
And don't tell me there isn't many a woman, single or married, who enjoys going off to Chicago or somewhere by herself now and then."
Ron winked at her. "To do a little shopping or to see Aunt Mamie."
"Think of how handy such a woman would find a Bachelor Girl's Club, as I called it, because it was going to be just for singles when I first thought of the idea. A place where she can find congenial women to associate with. Buy a drink without ordering a meal or having a girl friend with her. Maybe get fixed up with a date for the evening-or the night-"
"Maybe I should start one for men right next door," Ron laughed.
"And have a room where she can fuck any man without worrying about disapproving eyes."
"Honey," he said, "I think you've got something. You mentioned partners?"
She nodded. "I've got enough money stashed away so that I could get this deal started on my own, but only in a small way. And I want to do things right and grow fast. So I'm willing to take in partners. Of course, I'll want the major share and the control, and I'm assuming that you won't steal my idea and kick me out."
"I wouldn't kick you out of anywhere," he grinned.
"The next thing I've got to do," she said, "is find a suitable location. Putting up a building would be too expensive. If I could find a place that could be remodeled without too much cost...."
"I'm ahead of you. I've already got a place in mind that we might use. It's a private home-a mansion-which hasn't been occupied for a hell of a long time. It's been beautifully kept up. The place is a white elephant on the real-estate market, but it might just fill the bill for us."
She noted that he was talking as if they were already partners. She was pleased.
"When can we look at it?"
"Any time. It belongs to a client, and I have a set of keys."
"Right now?"
They stopped by his office to get the keys, and she insisted on going with him. Her plans seemed to be moving so smoothly that she was in a wonderful mood, and that enhanced her attraction toward him. She wondered what would happen when they were alone together.
She soon found out.
She purposely walked over and stood near him, much closer than was actually necessary. When they were in his dark office, he took the keys out of a desk drawer, and as he straightened up, he brushed his hand against her cunt.
She looked into his eyes and didn't move.
"Baby...."
His arms slid around her. He wasn't grabby. Her body was pulled gently against his and his mouth came down on hers.
"Hey," she said after a moment, "you get going fast, don't you?"
"With a sexy woman like you, do you blame me?"
Then his arms were tightening around her again, their mouths met once more and opened wider, and she found her pubes grinding against his hard-on. Her heart was racing and her cunt was turning into a furnace of desire. He knew how to get her hot like few men she'd ever met before. His effect on her snatch was so fast and so strong that she was actually frightened.
He moved one hand over her crotch, and her longing became even more intense.
His face drew back from hers, and he was wearing a slight smile.
"Do you know what I want to do?" he asked softly.
Their eyes never wavered as she told him in the bluntest possible language what he wanted. "You want to fuck me."
"And you want me to." He tried to pull her skirt up.
She pushed his hand away. "No. not yet." His smile widened. "Not even a quickie."
"No."
She realized that there was an element of challenge in the atmosphere. She had said that she wanted to be the boss of their business deal, He was trying to prove that he was the actual boss. If he defeated her now, if he made her give in to him, he'd have a psychological advantage, and he might actually take over the leadership.
She wondered if she could meet and beat his fleshy challenge. She wasn't at all sure.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
She was very much afraid-afraid that she might end up begging him. Begging for more than just a quickie. But she said, "Of course not."
"Then I dare you to try one."
"What if I'm frigid?"
He laughed. "I'm not worried about that bullshit. I know better."
She forced a slight smile and reached for his zipper. "That's right," she said, "I'm not."
This time she didn't push his hand away when he lifted her skirt. She was wearing no stockings, and he stroked her bare legs for a few seconds. Then he worked her panties down.
She got his fly open and she looked at him as she explored his body and caressed his steely cock. If his performance was anything like the advance billing, he would be a terrific fuck.
Her panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She did nothing to avoid the hands that were going all over her aroused flesh, thrilling her, maddening her, building her fires, and the fear that he would win this sexual duel grew stronger. She didn't want a sample, she wanted all of his cock.
"Ready?" he asked, after a few minutes.
"Yes!" she said, almost certain that she would lose.
She raised the back of her skirt with one hand, and she backed up against his desk. She spread her feet apart. She leaned on one hand and guided his prick with the other as he moved toward her swampy snatch. They touched.
"Shall I put my cock in you?" he whispered.
Her voice revealed the heat of the moment more than his did, but she managed to say, "That's up to you."
Then, in a rushing instant, she was invaded by the new pleasure of Ron's tumid flesh pressing into her cuntal furnace.
They were perfectly still, knowing only their own and each other's painful for the fuck. When he next spoke, she could tell he too was suffering from the restraint of their mutual lust.
"How do you like that?" he asked.
"Nice."
"Try a little more?"
"No, thank you," she said, but he slid harder to her cunt twice, nevertheless. That was almost enough to make her lose control, and she could only hope that he was more affected than she. If he were the one to lose his self-restraint, she and not he would be the winner of this lover's combat.
"More?" he whispered.
"I told you-that's up to you."
"Eventually-why not now?" She wanted to say, Yes! Yes! Keep on going! Move! Fuck me!
She just barely managed to say, "Why not later?"
His low laughter was nearly a sob. "Want to quit now."
"Why not."
"A standoff," he said.
And with that, he backed away from her, leaving a gush of cold air where his hot glans had been.
With a sigh, he sat down in a chair and waited for his desire to fade. Roxy did her best to seem very casual as she picked her panties off the floor and put them into her purse. In reality, she felt anything but casual. She was a raging torrent of desire inside her for the tension-release she'd denied herself.
A few moments later, Ron adjusted his clothing and stood up, and they left the office. Roxy moved in a glow of lustful need. They were still going to see the property that Ron had in mind, and she didn't know how, in her present aroused state, she could ever make any valid estimate of its worth.
They drove to the west edge of town, to an area off the main road, and for a minute Roxy thought they'd entered unexplored territory. Then she saw the big white house looming up in the darkness.
In her sensual, frustrated daze she could hardly understand what Ron was telling her. The place was about ninety years old, he said, but completely modernized. It was white-painted brick, virtually fireproof, and had more than two dozen large rooms, Some walls could be cut out, a wing could be added.
"What about the grounds?" she asked, hardly caring at that moment, she wanted so much to restart the sex-play.
"Twenty acres of lightly wooded land. The lawns aren't too big, and the pines put a needle carpet over quite a bit of the area. Most of the land rolls, and a small creek flows through it, but there's a place quite suitable for a swimming pool and cabanas."
As they went up onto the long, wide front porch, she tried to get a grip on herself. She had to beat this mother-fucker, and if she were going to beat him, she had best take the initiative.
She moved close to him. Her fingers sought his cockflesh again.
"Ron? Care for another sample?"
"You need more than a sample, honey, or you wouldn't ask."
She shrugged. "Forget it."
As she started to walk away, he took her shoulders and turned her around.
"You'll get a sample, honey," he said, and he opened his zipper again.
She half-sat on the porch rail, and as she lifted the front of her skirt, the moonlight flooded over her white skin and the shadowy area of her pussy-hair. Then the moonlight was flooding over him, too. He moved closer. He caressed her cunt and tits, but only for a minute. Then he was once again applying slight pressure to her cuntal opening.
And the rush of pleasure was repeated, and then they were holding each other close.
"Say when, baby," he said, his voice a rasp.
She tried to ignore her sensations, yet she savored his fleshy cock in spite of herself.
An inner voice said, Yes, yes, go ahead!
"Not yet," she said.
Her nerves were jangling as they had never before when they went into the dark house. The electricity was off, but Ron had a flashlight, and they looked around. She couldn't have said if the house looked promising for her purposes of not. The only thing she really wanted was to love him.
She tried to sound rational, coherent. "This place must be awfully expensive. Maybe too much to be practical for us."
"You can get it for a song. The town isn't growing in this direction, and the land's shitty for farming. As for the land that the house stands on, the house devaluates it. Nobody wants to buy a house this big and this old any more, and it would cost maybe three or four thousand to tear it down before you could start to build a new one on the site. I wouldn't be at all surprised if we couldn't get the place for, oh, I'd say around fifty thousand or so."
"Want another sample?"
He did want one, and he got what he wanted. How she kept from giving in and begging him she would never know.
A good many of the old furnishings were still in the house, and on the third floor they came across a brightly moonlit room with a couple of chairs and a bare-mattressed bed.
Now or never, she thought. If I can't beat him now, I never will! "Sample?" she said.
His smile was strained and that, at least, was promising.
"Love one," he said, and he reached for her.
"No." She backed away from him. "Let's do this right."
She began pulling her dress over her head.
He hurriedly stripped down and joined her on the mattress. It had a musty but not too unpleasant a smell. As he drew close to her, she fought the temptation to cry out, Let me have it! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Lying on their sides, they kissed and caressed each other's groins. The heat in her cunt was agony, and she was sure that his balls must be aching. He seemed more powerful, more dynamic than before as she caressed his cock and savored his explorations of her pussy and his lips upon her swollen nipples.
"Now?" he asked, panting.
Mustering all of her will power, she said, "Not yet."
He turned all of her naked cunt into a raging fire of lust.
"Now!" he said. "No."
"A sample."
"No."
"Roxy."
"No!"
"Just for a minute."
"No!"
"You're scared!"
"Nor'
"Let me just...."
Then he was fighting to get his prick into her, and she made herself resist. He cursed her. "You know you want me."
"No!"
"You bitch! You want cock and you know it!"
She was careful not to fight too hard. Get there, get there! she inwardly screamed.
Ge did. His hard cock slid into her gaping, wet cunt.
She had won; he was humping for all he was worth. He couldn't hold back any longer, and he was offering her all the fucking that he had to give at last. She almost laughed aloud in triumph.
But she was wise. She didn't laugh. She knew better than to make his defeat too great. That could mean wounded pride, and wounded pride would mean trouble in the future.
So, after a moment, she let him know that fucking was as irresistible to her as it was to him. She let herself react fully and completely, and almost at once she reached the most blinding, heart-stopping orgasm she'd ever known.
That triggered him. He stiffened and she sensed every moment of his coming at the same time that she was enjoying her own liquid, fiery climax.
And on the musty moonlit ancient mattress they gripped and thundered through the moment of joy for which they'd both been suffering....
Hours later, they fucked yet again, in Ron Starr's apartment. Only then could Roxy calmly assess what she'd seen of the house and grounds. She discussed the matter at length with Ron, and on the whole, the idea of buying the house looked exceptionally good.
"There's only one hitch," Ron said at last, as they lay, still naked, between his sweat-soaked sheets.
"Now's a fine time to tell me, when you've got me so interested."
"Oh, I'm sure that this isn't anything that you can't handle. You see, I know that the owner would be glad to sell, but her son has a certain sentimental attachment to the place. So, for his sake, the old lady hangs onto it."
"You mean we have to persuade the son to sell?"
"Exactly."
"Who is he? Where can we get in touch with him?"
"Ted Ranier."
Ted Ranier. Janie's boy friend. Roxy nodded and absorbed the information. When she'd learned that Ted was going around with Janie, she'd wondered if he might not be another possibility for a partner in the business which she intended to start.
Maybe this was a piece of luck. Ted might be willing to put up the house as a share to be a partner. She might get both the house and Ted's cock in the deal-if she played her cards right.
But what about Janie?
She wondered if Janie were really stuck on Ted Ranier. If she was, then Roxy's giving the guy a romp in the hay, should such a thing seem advisable, would be a little rough on her. Roxy liked Janie, she regarded the young woman as one of her best friends, and she didn't like the idea of doing anything that might hurt her. She'd always wondered if Janie hadn't been a little thicker with-what was his name-Roy Devlin than she'd admitted. And she did seem to have a certain interest in Ted Ranier.
Well, Roxy wasn't going to worry about it. Janie could take care of herself. Roxie did have a good thing under way, and she sure wasn't going to let herself be fucked up by any sentimentality. After all, if things worked out so that she had to offer Ted her cunt, Ted was always free to say no if he wanted to. She wasn't going to break his arm in order to get his dick into her.
Men, from what she'd seen of them, never let anything stop them when it came to a business deal, and now she was a businesswoman-or at least she was in the process of becoming one. So why should she let anything or anyone stop her, any more than a man did? Men had made the rules.
Okay, Roxy Town would play according to those rules.
If she had to climb between the sheets with some guy in order to persuade him to join her camp, that's just exactly what she would do--Janie or no Janie.
Business was business, and love was-
Well, love was just one more business.
But she felt confident that her tongue, her mouth, the way she sucked cock and fucked, could attain her every thing she wanted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In Rowley, the word gradually got around that there was going to be a new business in town.
Janie Stevens helped to spread the word.
Roxy had gone to considerable length to tell Janie what kind of organization she was going to start. A club for modern women. A club where women had all the prerogatives that men had in their clubs and, perhaps, more. A club where a young woman like Janie could go into the bar without a man or a girl friend and order a drink and not feel that everyone was staring at her. A club where a girl could invite a man for a little dancing. A club where a girl could get away from things by renting a room and perhaps invite a boyfriend up.
Not that Janie went for the last. She didn't. But she was of a generation which increasingly showed more and more tolerance toward the male-female relationship.
Townspeople talked about Roxy's new enterprise. A rather different and special kind of business, a kind of combined women's club, country club and women's hotel. The entrepreneur behind the new organization was Roxy Towne. Yon remember her? She's some kind of big-city model or call girl or something. New York. Maybe she's an actress; but she minted more security or something, so she came back to Rowley...
The club was also backed by one of the town's leading young lawyers, Ron Starr, and by the scion of one of the finest families, Ted Ranier-at least the WREN Club was taking over the old Ranier place on Biscayne Road.
Roxy had worked on the name of the club for a long time. She didn't want to call it a women's club. That sounded too stodgy. Finally, after putting numerous words together, she came up with Women's Recreation and Entertainment Nook, but she would use only the letters to make it sound lighter, gayer. Of course, the word 'nook', to Roxy, had originally meant 'nooky', but she knew she couldn't openly say so.
Janie could understand the appeal of a business, or a club, such as Roxy's. She was quite enthusiastic about the WRENS and she helped spread the word.
"I think this is a great idea," Rita Brown told her, "but will a secretary like me be able to afford it?"
"My goodness, Rita, I'll bet you make more money than me, and I'm joining. I don't see how a girl can afford not to belong."
"No, I guess not. And a thing like this will be worth the money if it's run right. You say that the members will have a say in the management?"
"Yes, to a certain extent. Roxy figures that the girls will know best what the majority of members will need and want. She's going to lay down certain basic rules, but they're just common sense. I mean, like your freedom starts where my nose ends, and I should keep my nose out of your business."
"But how far does that go? Suppose, for instance, that I want some stud and we have a thing going-" She broke off, slightly flustered. "Well, I mean, is it anybody's business whether the guy and I screw at the club? "
"Nobody's but your own," Janie assured her. "At the WREN, it will be a woman's world, not a man's."
Rita Brown's eyes lit up. "That sounds great. Almost too good to be true."
She gazed off into the distance. Her face was lightly flushed. Janie had an idea of what she was thinking: she was hot for a certain guy in her office, and if she could get him to the club, give him a few drinks, dinner, do a little dancing, take him up to a room....
Maybe the club would have its first WREN. One more stud might find himself enticed into becoming a family man.
Rita talked to Lil Dormeyer.
"I'm definitely going to join if I can possibly get in," she said. "This club will be it, you just wait and see. For once a girl won't have to depend on a man. She'll have her own place to get away from it all. And when she wants to ask a man out, instead of waiting to be invited...."
Lil talked to Orpha Vought.
"I've talked to Roxy Towne," she said, "and I've made all the arrangements. I'm definitely going to be a member. This town had needed something like this for a long time."
"But married women can't get in, can they?" Orpha asked.
"I really don't know. You have to talk to Roxy about that. I'm sure it wouldn't be just for single girls. Married women like to get away once in awhile, too. I don't think she wants husbands hanging around, bacuse then it would be just like any other club. It's not supposed to be a family place."
"The idea sounds wonderful," she said. "Maybe I'll talk to Roxy."
A place to get away from her husband and the kids, she thought. A place where she could forget that her husband was whoring around on the side when he was on the road, and that the bastard hardly bothered to fuck her at all when he was home. A place where she could forget everything that worried her and perhaps run into a little light-hearted flirtation ... a romance ... a man who would do things for her that her husband had forgotten about....
Those were naughty thoughts, of course, but wouldn't it be nice to have a man caress her a little as her husband used to? Would anyone be hurt is she teased a man a little bit? And if things were to go a bit too far one night and she were to ... well ... go down on, or even fuck some stud....
Wouldn't that be nice?
Janie talked to others, too, spreading the word, and enthusiasm for the WRENS grew. July.
The word spread.
Some people derided the idea. The derisive were generally people who would be excluded from the club, for much of its appeal lay in its exclusiveness. Some married women seemed to be almost angered that such an organization should exist. They had the benefit of no such organization-why should the younger women?
Many men joked about the WRENS. What would those crazy cunts do at their club anyway? What would it be like inside? Would the girls who joined the club be easy lays? Certainly, women were becoming freer with their snatches every day!
"I think there are going to be a lot of feathers flying when those WRENS get going!" one of the townspeople joked.
"Yeah, but it would be a lot of fun getting into those nests!"
"Maybe this club would be a good thing. Being invited by a girl to that place might be interesting.
Who could tell what might happen as more and more women felt free to take the initiative?
The old Ranier place was being altered. Roxy and Ron were busy whipping the place into shape fast, and not a day passed without a flow of trucks between the main part of town and the old house. The new swimming pool was almost completed, and the various alterations would be done by fall. The club itself would be in operation by late July or August.
Memberships piled up. A temporary board of directors was appointed by Roxy and Ron, and Janie was one of the members. Women came around the house every day to see how the work was progressing.
Janie was kept busy helping Roxy, but not so busy that she didn't realize that she was seeing less and less of Ted.
And, since she'd persuaded him to permit the turning over of the Ranier place to her, Roxy had been seeing more and more of him.
"Strictly business," she would say, and then she might ask, "Are you sure you're not hooked on him, Janie?"
"Of course I'm not!"
What else was she to reply? The very force with which she delivered her answer should give Roxy the clue that Janie cared about Ted a great deal. If Janie was wrong in not speaking up, Roxy was equally wrong in pretending that she didn't realize how important Ted was to Janie.
Then came the afternoon when Roxy announced in her most matter-of-fact manner, "I've got a date with your boyfriend. I hope you don't mind. This is strictly business, really."
"Oh?" Janie tried to sound equally casual. "What kind of business? "
"We need more money to get this sonofabitch rolling on the scale I want. I have the right to bring other people into the action, and I think I've got Ted about sold."
"But why bring in more associates? Ron can afford to invest more, can't he?"
"Yes, but pretty soon he'll have put so much money into the business that he'll demand control. And I want just one person at the helm. Me!"
Roxy had had casual, afternoon dates with Ted before, but nothing quite like this. This was formal-dinner and dancing. That made a difference, and Janie felt the difference right down to her scared bones.
Janie recognized Ted's steps as he went by her door early that evening to Roxy's apartment. She didn't mean to listen, but she couldn't help doing so. Ten minutes later she heard the pair leave.
Looking out through a window, she saw Ted help Roxy into his car, close the door, and go around to the other side to climb into the driver's seat. The car pulled away from the curb and rolled out of sight.
Janie didn't want to be suspicious. She didn't want to believe that history was repeating itself. Yet she couldn't help but wait ... and wait ... throughout the evening.
Roxy was her friend. She had confided a great deal about her past to Janie. She had told some things about Lee, and she had told about the return of Roy. If she got such a kick out of Roy, surely she wouldn't do anything with Ted.
It was nearly midnight when Roxy and Ted returned to the apartment building. Even though she was in bed, Janie recognized the footsteps once again.
I don't cave, I don't care to listen. I don't want to know! she told herself as she bit a knuckle in the dark.
A door closed. Roxy's door. Ted was inside now.
He'll be out again in a fete minutes....
I'm being silly and jealous! There's no such thing as a woman's intuition! Nothing is going to happen!
In the dark, Janie waited....
Roxy heard Ted closing the door behind them as she slithered across the room and turned on another table lamp.
Before she could stop it, an inner voice said, you shouldn't be fucking him!
But that was bullshit. There wasn't a reason in the world why she shouldn't screw Ted, and plenty of reasons why she should. In any case, the game was started, and it was too late to quit now.
She was going to fuck Ted Ranier, and he was going to fuck her. The night was just beginning.
She turned around and faced Ted. He was a good-looking man, tall and angular, his tan almost as brown as his hair. His tie was off and his jacket was over his arm, and she hoped that Janie hadn't heard them come in.
But why should she worry about Janie? Janie had said that Ted really meant little or nothing to her, hadn't she?
Maybe her words had said that, but her manner had belied her remarks, and Roxy was perfectly aware of the fact. The two women were supposed to be good friends-they didn't have to spell everything out for each other. This was Janie's man, and Janie had a prior claim on him, and Roxy didn't have a right to make a move until Janie and Ted split.
But didn't Ted have any say in the matter? Was he to be held onto by Janie like a stud bull? If he was interested in her, didn't that count for something?
Disgusted with herself, Roxy quit looking for excuses. The fact of the matter was that she'd found it in her interest to start seducing Ted Ranier, and she didn't intend to be stopped, not by Janie, not by anybody else. Let Janie look after herself, just as Roxy was doing.
Ted put down his suit jacket and, smiling slightly, moved toward her. The top two buttons of his white shirt were open-the top five had been earlier-and she could see some of the sun-bleached hair on his bronzed chest. They'd been doing a little necking and feeling one another in his car, just as an appetizer, but what an appetizer it had been. Business or no business, she had decided, not for the first time, that Ted Ranier was quite a hunk of man, and that she, as a woman, could make good use of what he had to give.
And she suspected that he had a lot.
"Now, where were we?" he asked softly.
His eyes ran over her body. His weren't the only eyes which had given her lusting looks during the evening.
She wore just three articles of apparel
Her right shoe, her left shoe, and her red dress.
She was wearing a knitted red dress which clung tightly about her slender waist but nowhere else. The shoulder straps barely held the bodice, if such it could be called, up over voluptuous tits, and a treasure of soft flesh and deep cleavage was revealed. The dress suggested that very little would be needed to completely strip her jugs, and such was the case, as Ted had discovered while they were still in the car.
Her nipples peaked the red knitted material, and she could still feel his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh and his teeth marks around one aureole.
"I don't know," she said in reply to his question as he drew her closer. "Where were we?"
The lust that had filled her in the car returned as they kissed and his hands moved over her rounded ass-cheeks. She felt his hands so clearly that she might almost have had nothing on, and through her dress and his light summer clothing she could feel his hard-on almost as well.
As they rubbed gently against each other, she worked a hand between them and unbuttoned his shirt again. This time she went all the way, and she pulled out his shirttails as well. At the same time, he slipped one of her straps down, and the cloth slipped from her tit. He lifted and caressed the wonderful flesh with one hand, drawing at it and plucking the nipple, while his other hand slid down and around her ass.
She almost wished now that she hadn't put this little adventure off for so long. But, of course, she had been wise to do so. She'd persuaded him to let her have the Ranier house and grounds for her business without having to go to bed with him, but part of her persuasion had consisted of hints that in the future she might be willing to do so. And Ted had considered her to be a worthy enough hunk of female to make that a pretty powerful piece of persuasion
Now he was set to become a business partner-he was really contributing the very money they had paid him for the house. Nothing was on paper, but she knew that if she gave him what he was aching for, the bargain would be set. But, on the other hand, if she didn't deliver....
However Janie might feel about Ted, Roxy figured she had no choice about what she was in the process of doing.
Not that she wasn't eager to feel that cock inside of her cunt. Or within her mouth.
She pressed her naked tit hard against his bare chest. She knew how sensitive many men's backs were, and she ran her hands up under his shirt and along his spine. Their tongues twined together and their loins pressed against each other.
"Is this where we were?" he asked softly. "Just about."
She felt his hands repeatedly kneading and spreading her ass-cheeks, and her skirt swung erotically against her legs. Then she felt the hem of her skirt rising and fingers finding her naked ass-flesh.
She brought her hands around his ribs to the front of his bare chest. She squeezed the muscles, then slowly pulled her hands over him, reaching his belt and then his legs. She arched her loins harder against his stiff cock, swinging from side to side, helping the prick caress every seductive curve of her steaming cunt.
He pushed her backward and threw her down aslant on the sofa and lay across it, on top of her. As he pressed her down, he had released her body and now he pulled her other strap down and bared her other jug. His kiss molded the nipple, drawing it out, making her tit ache and sending thrills clear to her toes.
One of his arms went behind her, his hands returned to her naked ass, and he stroked the smooth flesh. His horny touch went over each sensitive inch. She breathed harder, her breast heaving against his mouth, and instinctively she tried to push him aside, but he wouldn't let her.
His touch traced every curve, torturing her. He went farther, probing her ass-hole with a fingertip.
A flare of intense sensation burst in her, and involuntarily she twisted to get away.
But she couldn't, and he went further yet, and each move she made seemed merely to help him go still further. She hadn't been aroused so very much in a long time, and her lust for his cock drove her out of her mind. She wanted him to stop fingering her ass and at the same time she wanted him to go on and on, up and up.
And he did.
She welcomed every inflaming movement of his caress.
Finally, with a shriek and a twist, she pulled his hand away, wrenched her breast from his kiss, and backed away from him.
She seemed to be wet under her dress-that part that the red dress still covered. She laughed weakly. "You beast."
"You beauty!"
"Just can't keep your hands off."
"Do you want me to?"
"You bet I do!" She grinned and added, "Unless you've got something I'd like to have in exchange."
"That's right," he said as if remembering something. "When we were in my car, you were telling me to prove that I was a man."
"I still haven't seen the proof."
He moved away from her and sat up straight. He bent down and took off his shoes and socks. He straightened again and discarded his shirt, and the more she saw of his body, the more she hungered for his cock. He had a strong, well-defined frame, and his skin was smoothly tanned.
He stood up and took off his trousers. Then, in his bulging, very brief shorts, he faced her.
"Well?" she said. "You still haven't proved anything. After all, plenty of women wear falsies..."
He laughed and said, "Take it off!"
She let him draw the red dress over her head, enjoying the sensation of being naked in front of him. Only her shoes remained, and she kicked them away.
She sat on the edge of the sofa, posed, letting him look her over. She knew that if he was disappointed, he simply didn't know what a succulent female looked like. She had never been in better shape. The muscles which supported her high full breasts were in tone, and her legs were solid. Her whole body was athletically firm where it should be. like him, she was tanned, though lighter, with only a little white where a bikini had covered her.
If she had expected appreciation, she looked at him just as appreciatively. His legs looked as strong as steel beams, but he had the shapeliness of an Adonis. The muscles rippled under his tightly-drawn skin. She knew that appearances were deceptive and that as often as not, the more beautiful a man's physique, the less chance there was that he'd be a good fuck, but she doubted that would happen with Ted Ranier. One glance at his crotch, though she had pretended to be skeptical, showed just how much hard interest he had.
He stepped closer to her.
"You want it-you take it!" he said.
She didn't argue. She was rapidly getting past the stage for argument. She reached to him. She peeled the cloth down a few inches, exposing a powerful, hungry cunt-basher of cock-flesh.
Now Roxy was out of her mind with sheer fuck-lust.
She released his briefs and they dropped. She didn't think of what she was doing as her hands went to his proud cock as his had covered her pussy earlier. Her nails dug into him and she pulled on the mighty shaft while she leaned toward him.
Now Ted's turn came to release a startled cry. Now his turn had come to buck and thrust. Yet she hung onto him, covering him with the most erotic kissesuntil her grabbed her hair and brutally pullet, her mouth off of his prick-head.
"You ravenous bitch!" he roared, his fingers twisting her hair. "You ... you stud!"
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" he leered. "I'm going to stick this in you and give you a screwing like you've never had!"
"Do it then! Do it! Do it! I want it! I want to have it stuck in me!"
The next thing she knew she was being whirled through the air in his arms. He carried the naked Roxy to the bedroom without difficulty, and found that she had turned down the bed and switched on a dim light before the evening had even begun, wanting his dick all along.
He threw her down on the bed and lunged after her. His hands went to her legs, his mouth to her tender waist. And the next thing she knew he had buried his head in her eager muff.
"Oooh, oooh," she groaned. "Eat it, baby! Eat it! Stick your tongue in me! Eat it! Then I want your cock! Your cock, baby! Your cock!"
He stopped suddenly. Slowly, he crawled up beside her.
They both lay still for a few minutes, giving their throbbing bodies a chance to settle down.
Slowly they regained their wits. Their bodies began to send signals back and forth.
She laughed quietly, weakly. Her words were almost like a groan.
"Oh, baby, what you do to me!"
He didn't reply.
He began the taking and giving, the light and the darkness....
She carried him. She was in a delirium. She knew only torrid pleasure, heated fuck-sensations.
Pleasure that was growing, growing, swelling, ballooning ... and....
"Now!" she shrieked, and she pressed against him, gripping, tearing at his back, blacking out from the unbearable intensity of the pleasure of their bodies, meshed and moving, fucking incredibly well.
Then she came ... came so hard that her cunt vibrated with involuntary spasms of pleasure. Then soon, she gained still another orgasm and her cunt gushed.
Janie couldn't sleep.
She sat up. She had a couple of drinks. She tried to read.
She told herself that Ted must have left Roxy's apartment soon after arriving and that she had merely failed to see him go. She told herself that Ted would never fuck Roxy.
She knew that she was lying to herself.
She had heard words, muffled and low, through the walls and she told herself that she couldn't possibly have heard those erotic sounds correctly.
"You ravenous bitch!"
"You stud!"
Then other things-surely the whole apartment building must have heard.
History had repeated itself.
First there was Roy, well over five years ago. And now there was Ted. And Roxy had fucked both of her men.
Janie wept silently, hating herself for hearing the lustful noises, hating herself for not being enough of a woman to hold her man, hating Roxy, hating Ted-hating anyone who fucked either of them.
She barely heard the passing footsteps.
She opened her door a crack and looked out. She saw a man just starting down the stairs. She saw only his back and a bit of his profile, but she recognized Ted. Ted leaving after a night of hard, ecstatic fucking in the bed and body of Roxy Towne.
She closed her door silently, went to her bedroom, and lay down. By now she was emotionally exhausted. She wondered dully if she really cared that Roxy and Ted had been coming over and over, only a few feet away from her. She seemed to have passed beyond caring.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roxy was happy. Her business, her career, her project was a success already, of that she was absolutely certain. The club had all the memberships it could handle, more applications were coming in, and expansions were already being planned. She and Ron and Ted were already taking the liberty of discussing opening up another club in another town.
The club had been in operation for a couple of weeks, but the official opening would take place tonight, and Roxy had a thousand things to do.
It was August. The sky was clear and the morning sun made the WREN Club and the surrounding grounds glow and sparkle.
Roxy left her office to take a short breather, but she kept her eyes open for things to be done, for adjustments to be made, for details to be taken care of. Smiling, she walked through the bar, which already had a few customers, and out to the terrace on one side of the house where she could see the pool. More than a dozen young women were splashing about in it, half of them bouncing their naked tits and pussies around.
She walked around the building and out through the shrubbery a little way until she could look down the slope through the trees to the stream. Several women were wading. A couple of them were in bathing suits, and one had stripped completely. That was all right. No man was allowed on the premises until noon.
Yes, she was a success. She had her business, the first of a chain, the money was rolling in, and she had three great studs-Ron, Ted and Roy. All the cock she craved, at long last.
Then why did she sometimes suddenly feel a great emptiness, an overwhelming sense of futility?
She turned and made her way back toward the building.
She had a million things to do.
From the gate, Lee Harper could see nothing but the high, shrubbery-lined wire fence and the tops of trees and the top of the big white house at the crest of the slope. The gateman gave Lee a hard time, but he assured the man that Miss Towne herself was expecting him and would be quite put out if he wasn't allowed in. The gate phone was out of order, fortunately, so the man at the gate couldn't check. He wouldn't allow the taxi to go in, but he at last admitted Lee.
Lee started walking up the road, then cut across the grounds toward the big house. He wanted to surprise Roxy-he doubted that she would see him otherwise. But he had to see her once more. Then, if she wouldn't have him, he'd consider their break-up permanent, and he would have to chase cunt again.
Looking to one side, he saw some women wading in a stream. One of them, a girl with a stunning figure, was stark naked. They saw him and waved and hooted at him across the green distance. Safety in numbers, he thought, smiling to himself.
When he entered the house, some women stared at him, but Lee was used to that and paid no attention. So the reports he'd received were true, he thought. Roxy had really started her women's club as a business, and to all appearances, the place was quite a success.
He found his way to the door of the bar and, looking across the room, he saw a young woman with one hip on a barstool. She wore a white jersey dress that clung to her superb body. Her eyes met his and for an instant his heart stopped.
The young woman's eyes were striking, her face sweet.
No, not sweet, he decided. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
He walked across the room to her and they continued to look erotically into each other's eyes as if they had been waiting for this meeting.
He stopped. He smiled. So did she. A come-hither smile.
"Hell," he said. "I wonder if you can tell me where I can find Miss Towne." And he added for no good reason, "I'm Lee Harper."
"Oh, you're Lee," she said, still smiling. "I'm Janie."
Roxy sat with her head down on her desk.
She'd have to get a grip on herself, she had so much to do. She was overworked, under too much a a strain, that was all. In another week or two she would take a little time off, shack up with one of the boys, get herself a little leisurely loving with no thought of the club troubling her mind.
She raised her head, sighed, and got to her feet. She had to keep moving.
What was wrong with her? She wasn't always honest with herself, but she did try to be. Was something missing from her life, that she should feel like this? What could possibly be missing? She seemed to have an intolerable weight on her shoulders.
She left her office and walked to the bar.
Lee!
The sight of him was like a blow to the stomach that nearly doubled her up. The room reeled for an instant and she swayed noticeably.
Then the weight, the oppression which had increasingly troubled her, lifted from her shoulders. She felt as if she was coming back to life, as if she was being returned from the dead.
"Lee!" she cried out as she hurried to him. "Lee!" And her cunt drooled.
Roxy looked up from her desk with delight as Lee, a little smile on his face, paced back and forth in her office.
"So you really pulled the trick," he said. "Got it made. Started a business and showed that you could take care of yourself, besides with your box."
"Oh, this is only the beginning, darling. Before I get through, there'll be a hundred WREN clubs all over the country. Maybe more. There's no reason why we should confine ourselves to this country. We can go overseas."
"Well, I wish you luck."
Silence fell in the room. Roxy tried to suppress her smile.
"Why did you come to see me, Lee?"
"I thought you'd figure that out. I heard that you seemed to be doing all right, but I guess I had some egotistical idea that you might need me."
I do, darling, she thought.
"And what do you think now."
"Business-wise, I think Roxy Towne can take care of herself."
"Proud of me?"
He laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm proud of you ... well, I can see that you're awfully busy with your grand opening and all that, and I'm just in the way, so maybe I'd better leave."
He sounded a little sad, and that increased her delight, though her heart ached for him. No doubt he was remembering his proposal of marriage and how she'd turned him down. And now he could see that if there was anything she no longer needed, it was a husband. Once he'd refused to give her that kind of security, and now she'd made her own kind. A man's kind in a man's world.
What he didn't know was that she loved him. Maybe she always had. Anyway, he definitely was what was missing from her life. Goodbye, Ron, Ted, Roy.
Hello, Lee.
"No, you're not going to leave so soon," she said. "Where are you staying?"
"Hotel in town. I think there's an afternoon plane...."
"Fuck the plane. You're going to stay right here. As my guest. Men aren't supposed to fuck off around the place in the morning, but you always were a late sleeper, so you won't mind. Okay?"
He hesitated. He was quite subdued, which, under the circumstances, she could understand.
"Okay," he said, smiling broadly.
She thought about putting him up in her own suite, but decided that that would be a little too obvious, the wrong way to play her cards, no matter how you looked at it. Instead, she decided to check him into the nicest room that hadn't been booked, that she took him upstairs to look at it.
"Like the place?"
"Fine. It looks great."
She looked at him appreciatively and grinned. "Gee, you sure look good. If I didn't have about a week's work to do in the next few hours...." She tapped her toe. She asked, only half-jokingly, "Want a quickie?"
He laughed. "No, thanks."
"If you do, all you have to do is unzip." He seemed a little disconcerted, which amused her, so she added, "I mean it."
"I'll take a rain check."
"Take two. Quickies are small."
They both laughed.
"I've got to run, Lee. Have lunch here and sign my name alongside yours. Look around the place, then get your things from the hotel and come back. And don't think I'm ignoring you if I don't see you today. Tomorrow we'll have plenty of time to catch up on our fucking, dear."
He wanted to wash up, so she left him there in the room.
She had never felt better in her life. She'd gotten a big kick out of doing the busy-executive bit with Lee, and she reveled in the dumbfounded air he had.
But the main thing was that she was in love. She thought with amusement of how Lee had turned down her proposals and how later she had turned down his. Well, she didn't have to worry about marriage one way or another, now that she was sitting on top of the world. The only thing that mattered was that she and Lee were together again.
Janie sat at a table in the bar and waited for her lunch to be served. She was hot, her pussy tingled, she'd never had such a strange feeling of heated suspense in her life. She hardly dared to admit that she was longing to see Lee Harper again.
Lee the monster. Lee the cocksman. Lee the stud.
That was the impression she'd received from Roxy's remarks. Well, maybe he had been all those things and worse, but her impression from the half-hour she'd spent with him was that he was basically a kindly, decent, reasonable man.
And attractive. Attractive as hell. Could she be blamed for hoping to see him again?
But probably after talking with Roxy he'd simply leave. Maybe he had left already. Maybe she'd seen Lee Harper for the last time.
She mustn't let this thing get out of proportion, but somehow the idea that Lee Harper had left already, had already disappeared from her life, dismayed her terribly, and she began to feel certain that he'd gone.
He was standing in the doorway. He was looking at her.
Smiling he walked to her. "Hello again, Janie," he said.
"Hello," she replied, in an erotic tone she'd never used in her entire life.
Roxy moved in a flurry of excitement. There was so much to be done. She had to check the dance floor again to be sure that it had been properly polished. She had to make sure that the orchestra leader knew exactly what was wanted. She had to see if the frozen shrimp had been delivered. She had to find out if the new female bartender she'd hired a couple of days before was turning out all right. And there were innumerable interruptions and questions from the members. Was there still a room available for tonight? Was it all right to bring more than one male guest? Was it true that men would be completely barred one day a week so that the women could enjoy nude swimming?
She moved about so fast that she hardly noticed that her feet were beginning to ache.
She kept her eyes open for Lee, hoping to exchange a look, a nod, or a smile with him, hoping that he'd see her, busily and efficiently at work, and admire the way she was handling things. A couple of times she was rewarded, and she was thrilled.
He was so sexy-looking. She'd forgotten even before leaving him just how sexy-looking he was, and she warmed at the thought. He was always in the back of her mind now, and that gave her an itch which increasingly demanded to be scratched. She began to wish that she'd been more serious in her offer of a quickie and that he'd taken her up on it.
Oh, well, there was always tonight. Tonight in the wee hours when the party was over, she'd really need some fucking, in order to unwind. Ron? Ted? Roy? They were less than shit beneath her feet now. No cock could satisfy her except Lee's.
Once during the afternoon she saw Lee with Janie. Somehow that startled her. But, of course, there was nothing to worry about there. Not from Janie.
Happily, she went about her work, actually singing aloud from time to time, so that women turned and looked at her and smiled.
This was the most exciting thing, the most unique thing, that had happened to Lee in all his life. He felt as if he had a high-school crush, except this went far deeper.
They left the club during the afternoon, and walked in the town park. Then he persuaded Janie to tell him where the best restaurant in town was, and he took her there. They lingered over their dinner and coffee for hours.
He found himself talking to her more freely and frankly than he ever had to anyone else in his life. He didn't try to impress her, he didn't try to build up or excuse anything, he tried only to let her know everything and make her understand. He told her about Roxy and the women who he'd fucked before her and the women he'd fucked afterward, and he told her why he had come to Rowley.
She talked to him just as freely, just as frankly. She told him about her "relationship with Roxy, how Roxy had introduced her to an active sex life through the heavy-petting of boys to thrill and relieve them. She told about her wild two weeks of fuck-play with Roy and how he had dumped her for Roxy. She told about how repressed she had been until she met Ted and had at last begun fucking him. And how Ted, too, had left her for Roxy on that terrible night when Janie had stayed awake and heard them balling most of the night.
They both seemed to be wiping their slates clean for each other. That she had decided to stay in town and help Roxy with the club rather than returning to school and that he had appeared and they had met-that was a miracle.
They held hands and talked and he felt her needful presence beside him, keying him up, and he thought that he must never lose this girl.
He left a sizable tip to comfort their angry waitress, and they went to his hotel to get his cases. He didn't really want to stay at the club now, but he supposed he might as well. Let Roxy have her hour of glory. She didn't need him now, and if demonstrating the fact pleased her, that was fine.
He was actually frightened that Janie wouldn't be waiting for him when he returned from delivering his cases to his room.
But she was. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. On their way, they saw Roxy and traded little waves with her.
Then they were on the floor dancing, and he could hardly bear the sweetness of the curves that molded themselves to the front of his body.
"Janie," he said, his voice tight in his throat.
"Yes, Lee."
"I've got to talk to you some more. I've got to tell you something."
"All right."
"Alone. Will you come with me to my room?"
"All right."
He felt giddy, like a frightened kid making his first pass as he took her up the stairs.
He turned on a light and closed the door. Inches apart, they faced each other.
"Janie, I've never believed in love at first sight," he said, hardly knowing how to put his meaning into words, and feeling more inadequate than he ever had. "I've told you, I haven't been sure I believed in love at all. But, first sight or not, I've fallen in love today. I love you. You know that, don't you?"
"I love you, too, Lee."
They moved into each other's arms. Nothing could have held them apart. But they kissed gently.
They kissed like that for several minutes, murmuring phrases of love to each other, and he shook with desire, yet without becoming completely excited. He could feel her shaking too, her whole body trembling, her cunt itchy. "Janie, darling."
It was after four in the morning.
The bar was closed, the band was gone, the party was over. Roxy, aching with fatigue, did a few last-minute chores before heading upstairs to her own little fuck-nest.
The grand opening had been a bang-up success. She'd never doubted that it would be, but she had a deep sense of satisfaction. The first WREN-nooky was now officially in business.
As she went up the stairs at last, she was wide awake and hornier than hell in spite of her fatigue. Her mind continued to race even though her wits were dulled, and her senses, the heat in her crotch, overwhelmed her reason. The only thing she really knew right now was that soon she would be with Lee and he would give her all the cock she needed, stuffing it deep in her cunt. Soon she would be in his room, and he in her cunt. He must have gone up to bed hours ago, but he wouldn't mind being awakened to fuck the ever-loving life out of her ready cunt.
She would take off all her clothes, have a warm shower in Lee's bathroom, and then stretch out naked, open-legged on his bed.
Then he'd get over her on his hands and knees and she'd stroke that dick and bring it into her throbbing pussy.
She reached his floor and walked to his door. She realized then that she'd forgotten to bring a master-key, and she started to knock.
But first she tried the doorknob.
The door was unlocked.
She swung it open slowly and silently, and she saw that a small light was still burning in the room. She smiled to herself. Lee was no fool-he'd been waiting for her to come and suck him off.
She opened the door a little more and stepped into the room. She looked toward the bed, where she'd planned to take his cock deep into her cunt.
All she felt was a strange numbness, but a pained little cry tore its way out of her throat. The real pain would come later.
Lee and Janie lay perfectly naked on the bed, sleeping in each other's arms, she with the look of a woman who's been thoroughly fucked all through the night, he with the look of a man who's shot his last dram of spunk, giving his woman the greatest fucks of her life.
Lee's eyes opened slowly and his head raised a little from the pillow.
"Roxy...."
She didn't answer.
Stunned, she turned and left the room.
CHAPTER NINE
Roxy Towne and her WREN clubs are well known all over the world and everyone's heard of Roxy Towne. She's the owner, she and her partners, of clubs all over the United Stares, some in England, France, Italy. Places where women can invite men and have a hot fuck without being interrupted or looked down on. They say if a girl wants a screw and goes to some of those places, the management will fix her up with a member of what they call a Stud Squad-some guy who'll really ball her cunt, make her sing and hum with cock all night long.
The WREN clubs are not houses of prostitution-officially-but it's a well-known fact that a man can probably get a hell of a fuck if he dates one of the cunts who go there. Of course, you can't believe everything people say-or can you?
Some say that Roxy is, at least, just this side of being a real lush. A terrific-looking piece of ass, but one who won't stay that way long if she doesn't lay off the liquor.
Well, that just goes to show you that some people can't handle success. They get onto a good thing, they make a lot of money, and the next thing you know they take either to liquor or fucking or to both.
They say that Roxy Towne is really a hot cunt when it comes to sex, too. She takes her cocksmen just like she takes her booze can hardly get enough. Always has a few young guys hanging around her-not just one, mind you, but several. They say she's been known to ball one right after the other-or three at once. But you can't be just any guy-you have to be hung like a horse. She-likes her men to be men-all cock and heavy balls.
Well, that's the kind of thing that happens when a person can't handle success.
They say she's quite a swinger to have at a party. You can't ever tell who she's liable to fuck after she's had a few drinks, and sometimes when she's dead sober. She may do a strip, and she goes all the way. She may offer to take on a man from the audience at the party, and she'll fuck any way they want to do it. She may try to get another couple to go off with her date and her to do a little daisy chain. Or she may go for a threesome. It doesn't matter, just as long as it has to do with fucking, or sucking cock.
They say that when she finds herself at a stuffy party and gets bored, she has her own technique for getting her rocks off. Sometimes she gets behind the door of a bedroom, right by the bathroom, then when a man comes out of the bathroom, she pulls him into the bedroom and practically rapes the poor bastard-she'll use him up. A variation on that trick is to wait inside the bathroom, hiding behind the shower curtain, then when a man is just about to leave, she steps out and grabs him.
She picks her men for their dick size and she knows who's built and who isn't-she has her men's rooms fixed with peepholes so she can spot her game ahead of time.
Of course, you can't believe everything you hear.
She's a real swinger. Loads of money, no worries, good personality, real groovy figure and beautiful looks. There's nothing lacking in her life. She's got everything. She's sitting on top of the world-on top of all the dick she needs.
