... on top of the bed, stark naked, and both her hands were between her legs!... But now I was on the bus-moving farther away from my parents and my town. Ever since Uncle Ed sent me an invitation to spend a few weeks with him and his wife, my folks had argued about it and I had pleaded with them to let me go. I couldn't understand my father's objections or my mother's reservations. All I knew about my uncle was that he had money and a beautiful wife. Was there something wrong with that?
My town was a dreary affair; a mining town that had been thrown up in unseemly haste thirty years earlier and when the earth had been exhausted, had been left to rot. My father was a foreman underground and he worked very hard to keep abreast. It occurred to me as the bus hastened to leave the town behind that there really wasn't a future for me there. The girls in my class at high school hoped to become secretaries, then wives, nothing more. But I had ambition! No one knew about that but me. At night I dreamed of money and the good life, of mingling with the beautiful people and stars. There were two levels of living as far as I was concerned: the mundane, workaday routine level, and the left of opulence and brilliance.
Even though there was a huge gap between these two life styles, I knew from reading magazines and books that the transition could be made in an instant. All you needed was luck, brains, and the will to make it. I thought of my mother and saw the opposite elements at work. She hadn't had much luck, lacked the brains, and had certainly never had the will to become anything more than a neurotic housewife who spent all her spare pennies on lace trimmings for the kitchen. Well, I wasn't going to sink into that! And if it turned out that I was short of luck, I'd make up for it with brains and willpower!
"Are you all right, dear?" asked the woman beside me. I realized that my hands were clenched into tight fists and that I was glaring at the seat in front of me as if I meant to destroy it.
"Oh ... yes, I'm fine," I said with a thin smile. I made an effort to relax but the sight of the outskirts of the town made me think about the same topic. How could I get out and stay out of this dump? I would have to make the best of my time in the big city, to check it out for opportunities, perhaps pick up on a few ideas or skills. I was groping in the dark now, desperate if only because my home town offered nothing. To distract myself I took to looking my neighbor over closely. What did she do with her life? I wondered. She was a big woman, handsome and strong, and she dressed conservatively but expensively. No wedding ring on her finger, but then she didn't look like the kind of woman any man could own. Just looking at her cowed me. She seemed utterly self-possessed.
Now the town was behind us and the barren plain spread out to the horizon on all sides. Ahead of us, far over that undulating blue line of hills, lay the future. I just wanted to get there!
"Cigarette, dear?" The woman offered me a pack and I took one. She lit it for me with a gold lighter, lit her own, and regarded me gravely. "Where are you going? Los Angeles?" I nodded. "Oh, good, then we'll be able to keep each other company the whole way. My name is Bea, and yours is ...?
"Susie. Were you visiting someone back there?"
"Yes, in a way. Business, of course. I don't travel very often but when I do it's always to the most uninteresting places, it seems. If only I could resist money!"
"What business are you in?"
"Oh ... I'll tell you that later, when you know me a little better. But why don't you tell me about yourself first? Do you go to school, do you have a boyfriend, and what do you hope to be, things like that." She turned toward me now and her green eyes bored into mine intensely. Her red, well-groomed hair picked up stray sunbeams which turned it into a burning bush, and for a moment she was too overwhelming. I felt so little and defenseless, so utterly vulnerable, that I had to turn away. After a minute of groping in my handbag for a tissue, I was able to face her again and to answer her battery of questions.
Bea reminded me a little of my mother in the way she questioned me. Even though she tried to address me as an equal it always came out as woman to child. Bea asked me obvious questions, and listened to my answers with her head cocked to one side, just a bit too interested. As a result the conversation petered out. Bea announced she wanted to take a small nap, and when she had closed her eyes I kept looking at her. Yes, she was like mum in her mannerisms and looks; only vaguely, just a glimpse of resemblance here and there, but it was enough to take me back again to the preceding day when I had come to see my mother in a very different light.
I had come home early from a girl scout meeting in order to get ready for my date with Mark. There was a lot on my mind. The trip, the chance that my folks would change their minds about letting me go, and then there was Mark. We had been going together for some months and he was starting to make demands on me. Nothing serious. He had every intention of marrying me and he wanted me to be a virgin on our wedding night. But he had been throwing out broad hints that he wouldn't mind sticking his cock in to my mouth, that hand jobs weren't enough any more. I couldn't really face that yet. I knew so little about sex that every new development frightened me. If only there was someone to show me the way, to give me a few tips, and to let me know what was healthy and what wasn't. It was all very confusing. Mark became so hot and bothered during our nights at the drive-in movies, and I remained so calm! Was that the way it was supposed to be?
I smiled to myself as I recalled the misgivings of yesterday. But then, for my own pleasure, I took a mental leap backward and went through the whole momentous day from the beginning.
The girl scouts met in a small clubhouse behind the mine's slag heap, and we were under the leadership of a bitter spinster who spent a lot of her time warning us about the evils of connubiality. We had long since learned to ignore her, and the meetings had turned into uniformed gossip sessions. My friend Kate and I usually huddled in one comer and exchanged notes on our respective boyfriends, and on this day Kate had something new to tell me.
"Barney and I were at the drive-in last night," she whispered, "and he showed me this new trick. He touched me between my legs and tickled me there, Susie, and you wouldn't believe how nice that felt! I just lost control!"
"You didn't--?"
"Oh, no, certainly not! But I was very tempted to." She giggled nervously and so did I. "Has Mark ever done that to you?" she asked. "You really have to try it, Susie; you won't want him to stop. I kept begging Barney to keep on going until I felt all faint and funny, and then I made him stop."
"How strange," I said. "He just tickled your vagina?"
"That's right, just above the hole." I'd heard a few rumors about this practice but they had been so indirect that I hadn't taken much notice of them. But when I left the scout meeting I began to think more deeply about it. There had been moments when I touched my pussy in a certain way quite by accident, and a delicious little twang of feeling had coursed through my body. Could that be what she was talking about? It didn't seem possible because if there was any pleasure to be derived from that then my mother wouldn't have told me so often never to touch myself there. After all, what was in it for her to deny me pleasure? I decided Kate was just a freak of nature and dropped the matter. But fate works in mysterious ways. It wasn't exactly luck or coincidence, but more as if the thought had brought on the reality. My worries about Mark, Kate's story, the general confusion that hung over my life, all found their resolution in something I saw when I came home.
It was very quiet in the house. That in itself wasn't unusual. My mother always took a nap at that hour of the day and I had been well trained never to enter her room then. What was unusual was that the door to her room was slightly ajar! I checked the time and then decided to see if she was in her bed. Yes, she was there. Her eyes were closed and she looked very peaceful. But then I heard a faint moan; and I realized that I was looking at my stark-naked mother, lying on top of the bed, and both her hands were between her legs.
I recoiled from the scene and headed for my own room. My eyes had to be deceiving me! My mother wouldn't do anything like that! She told me never to touch myself there, never! And yet... I had to make sure. Again I crept back to the scene of the crime and this time I made very sure of the fact that she was actually playing with herself. All the rumors, Kate's story, my accidental twinges, now fell into place. So that's what women did to themselves. Apparently it was a lot of fun because I had never seen my mother look happier. That pinched, irritated look had disappeared, she looked young again and pretty, and when she rolled over on her side with her back to me she let out a groan of delight that infected me with the chills. Her right leg moved up into the air to make room for her hands and I could see one finger dip in and out of that moist little hole between her legs. I had explored the depth of mine, too, but ever so tentatively, afraid every second that my mother would burst in and catch me at it. She loved it, she really loved it! Her back arched and strained as her fingering and rubbing became more intense; she moaned more loudly and hunched toward the center of her body, she was shaking, and the sweat picked up the light all over her body.
Now she rolled over on her back again and her hands slid up to her breasts. Her head rolled from side to side, and at that point I thought it best for me to disappear. If she saw me she'd either die or kill me. Besides I was very eager to try those new tricks on my own body. Into the bedroom, off with my clothes, bursting with curiosity and a strange, new lust welling up in my loins.
"What are you going to do in LA?" Bea asked out of the blue. It jolted me out of my reverie. Each detail of the previous day was food for thought but it wasn't to be swallowed right away; no indeed, it had to be chewed carefully, ruminated over, and only when the last of the savor had gone out of it did it go down the tube to be fully digested. I resented the intrusion but I didn't dare show it.
"Stay with my aunt and uncle," I said. I had already told her that.
"Yes, I know, but how do you propose to entertain yourself?"
"Oh, there'll be lots of things to do."
"I see." I sensed that Bea was having difficulty but I didn't know with what. Her attempt at making conversation was pretty inane. A woman of her sophistication ought to be able to do better than that. I felt bad for her and tried to bring up a topic that would bridge the gap. I asked her what she did for a living again, and again she dodged me. There was nothing more to say after that. For a few minutes we both stared out of the window at the passing pageant of dullness, and then I looked around at the other passengers. A number of women were on the bus, some kids, a few old men, nobody really interesting. One of the old men seemed interested in me, though. When my eyes accidentally locked on his, he began winking and blinking and motioning me over as though someone had thrown his switch. I quickly looked away but when I checked a little later he was still carrying on.
"That man is crazy about you," remarked Bea with an amused smile.
"I think he's just plain crazy," said I.
"Oh no, far from it. He knows a good-looking girl when he sees one and he's not shy about letting you know how he feels about you. Nicely dressed fellow, too; he'd have quite a bit of cash on him." She said the last phrase weightily, as though it was meant to hold extra meaning for me.
"Well, thank you, but he's as old as my father so that's not much of a compliment."
"You'd rather he was sixteen? Hell, honey, sixteen-year-old boys would screw knot holes, that's how horny they are. But a mature man of experience goes only for the best. I wish I was as cute and pretty as you, girl, I'd make a fortune! A goddamn fortune!"
"Why, what difference would that make?"
"Well, look at you! You're what, fifteen, sixteen? And you look twelve except that your breasts are a nice size. Why, you're every man's dream! You could make as much money in an hour as the average secretary makes in a-but no, I mustn't encourage you. Forget I said a word." She folded her arms and closed her mouth, and much as I begged her to tell me what she was talking about, she wouldn't explain. Bea just sat there and occasionally she said to herself, "What a goddamn shame!"
My thoughts went back to yesterday when I had inspected my body very closely in the mirror, looking at it as if for the first time. When my clothes were off I ran my hands slowly over the parts my mother had touched so fondly, and I found my nipples very responsive. Perhaps it was my excitement that had me so highly strung, I couldn't tell for sure. All I knew was that my nipples, which I had washed, rubbed dry, brushed accidentally, suddenly stiffened into two supersensitive receptors which transmitted every caress right down into my lower belly! And when my hands reached down between my legs and tugged at my pussy, that part ached blissfully as though it had just awaked from a fifteen-year-long sleep.
That was the moment when I saw myself as I really was. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself caress myself, watched my hands slide over the budding mounds of my breasts, those pushy little tits that lifted their nipples high and made them obtrusive under the T-shirts I wore. Milky brown flesh, dark pink nipples, a narrow line of pubic hair, features that had seemed perfectly ordinary only the day before, now became charged with significance. My hands plucked at the sparse hair growing on my pubic bone and each tug brought a tingle of pleasure to one part of my cunt. I leaned back and spread my legs as far as I could in that position, and focused my attention on that taboo section of my body. The hair was very dark but not thick enough to conceal the sudden indentation below the pubic bone, and the slit that ran deep between two ledges of plump flesh. They were soft, so soft, yet firm and smooth, and they parted easily tinder pressure from my prying fingers. Now another set of lips came to light, startling pink, lustrous in the afternoon light pouring through the lace curtains, two ragged petals that came apart stickily to reveal odd whorls and planes of flesh, and that soft, caved-in section down below. That was the hole, the one that nipped at my finger when I had plumbed its depth, a gummy, harmless nip that had nevertheless warned me off.
Fascinated with my contours, I had turned my back to the mirror and checked out my ass; those pert, rounded cheeks that stuck out so far that the girls in my gym class had wondered out loud if I had some African blood in my veins. Theirs were flat and square, and when they walked the flesh of their cheeks folded in on itself and came undone in a wild flounce and a quiver. Mine moved like two spheres, rising and falling with small shivers but no loss of form. At times I had envied the others for their feminine forms and I had cursed my lot for having such a boyish ass. But at that moment my ass looked perfect to me, just the way I would have designed if.
I touched myself the way my mother had touched her own body, timidly, excited, breathless now, waiting to see what would happen. Such strange sensations ran through me, short bursts of chills, a flurry of jerky motions breaking loose in my hips, a glowing, warm, vacuous feeling deep inside my cunt, a sally of ripples coursing from my tits right to the soles of my feet, everything so sharp and sudden and yet so discontinuous!
My search for stronger thrills led me to sample my cunt juices but the guilt I felt cancelled out whatever pleasure I might have derived from the tart dampness. No, I couldn't go on! The initial excitement faded and with it went that sheen of lust that made my mirror image look good to me. Suddenly I saw myself as I really was, wracked with animal lust, gangly, awkward, off balance, and I moved away from the mirror quickly and marched myself into the shower. But under that guilt lay a deeper kind of excitement. I had broken the rules and there was no way to mend them. I was free of my mother's constraints! Even as I repented to myself I knew there would be another time, a warm evening when I was alone and bored, in the mood to do dirty things to myself if only to reassure myself that I was alive. Yes, I would go further, maybe all the way!
That mood didn't let up for a second. As I waited for Mark it kept nagging at me. Heady, mad, impulses assailed me from all sides. What if I were to give in to Mark's demands? What would it matter? Mother would never know. And if I let Mark ... I wouldn't be a virgin any more. I was afraid of the consequences, but that small taste of freedom had given me a yen for more. On the one hand I wanted to call him to let him know the date was off; and at the same time I wanted him to sweep me off my feet and rape me, just so I would have what I wanted without the guilt of having instigated it. My mother kept asking me what the matter was that evening. Perhaps she sensed my unrest.
"Are you a virgin?" Again Bea burst through my bubble and like the last time I felt the resentment boil up inside me. This time I couldn't conceal it. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby, did I disturb your train of thought?" she asked immediately. Her hand came to rest on top of mine and I shivered briefly. "It's such a bad habit, isn't it, just to ask questions as they occur to you? But I was sitting here wondering about you and it seemed to pop out. Do you mind me asking such a personal question?"
"No, no, not at all." One minute she was so awesome and aloof, the next she was warm and kind, and I wanted to do anything to avoid hurting her feelings. "No, I'm not a virgin. As a matter of fact, I lost it only yesterday."
"Only yesterday?" She shook her head as if that impressed her. "How about that! Did you give it away or did he take it?"
"A little of both," I said modestly.
"Isn't it always like that? But do tell me about it, dear. I love to hear stories dealing with defloration. It's my idiosyncrasy you might say. Do you mind?" Her hand was still on mine but it wasn't moving and I didn't think it would be polite for me to pull my hand out from under. Only when she offered me another cigarette could I free myself.
"Well... I sort of knew that last night would be the night," I said, and even as I talked I wondered why I should tell Bea anything more personal than the time of day. But I wanted her to take me seriously, to treat me as a fellow woman rather than a beginner. Beside that, she could help me with some questions I had about the whole business of sex. "As soon as Mark came to pick me up I had this feeling, you know." I had been jumping out of my skin but that wasn't any of Bea's business. "He looked really good, all clean and handsome and he had on his tight jeans that make his thighs look so muscular. They always affected me strangely. Of course we went to the drive-in. There isn't any other place to go. I felt big butterflies fluttering about in my belly when he parked the car but I tried to keep cool on the outside. We've been going together for a good while so I trust him and all that, but still ... I didn't want him to know all that's on my mind."
"Quite right," said Bea. She leaned toward me and now that the light of day had lost most of its brightness I could make out her features and her green eyes very clearly.
"It always starts off the same way at the drive-in. Mark pulls in the speaker on my side and then he goes to the snack bar to get the refreshments while I stretch my legs and check out the surrounding cars. The only difference was, he knew I'd be gone for a few weeks, and he was extra attentive. He told me how sorry he was that I was leaving him and that we would have to make the best of the evening. I didn't say yes, but I didn't say no either. My body was doing all sorts of funny things. My breasts were tingling and I seemed very sweaty between my legs for some reason. Do you get that feeling too? Oh, good, I don't like to think there's anything wrong with me. Anyway, when we got settled and the movie began he put his arm about me like always, and we sat like that for about ten minutes."
"What's Mark like?" asked Bea.
"Oh, he's a nice guy. He's eighteen and he's saving up to go to college next year so he can become a lawyer. I know he wants to marry me when he has his degree and all that but that's too far into the future for me. Still, I let him go on making plans."
"And how far had you two gone before last night?"
"I'd give him a hand job now and then, but not too often. Sometimes he'd get me in the back of his car and he'd strip down to his briefs, and then he would lie on top of me and rub himself against me until he came. But that was all he ever did. He wanted me to take his cock into my mouth the other week but I couldn't make myself do it. Does all this shock you?"
"No, but it interests me a great deal. Please go on," said Bea.
"He wanted me to eat him again," I said, and as I talked my mind drifted back to the drive-in. I did my best to out the episode into words but how could I tell Bea about the anxiety, the sweaty atmosphere in the car, about having to steer Mark's actions even as I wrestled with myself? Mark had looked like a shining knight that evening, so clean and wholesome, and when his arm came about my shoulders and he drew me closer to him I felt like a small demon out to rob him of something precious. But I persisted, I had to go on.
Hesitantly he had brought up the subject of fellatio again. Wouldn't I please do it? If I didn't like it he would never ask it of me again, he swore to it. It was my big chance, of course. Once he was hard he was far more suggestible than usual. But I didn't know if I could do it. His cock was so big and my mouth was so small. Then again, wasn't my mouth bigger than ...? I would just have to see. He had to talk me into it. The movie rolled on, sounds of gunfire and galloping horses, kids yelling from nearby cars, the smell of popcorn, but none of that counted. He talked and I listened, and we were locked in a tight little realm of sex from which neither of us wanted to escape.
At last, when he had pushed me beyond endurance, I looked up at him with suffering in my eyes and I said, "All right, Mark, I'll try it for you. But you must remember your promise. I don't want this kind of an argument every time we go out."
"Oh, baby, I promise, I promise!" he had said, jubilant, fumbling with his pants. "I love you, I really do. Here, get to this and see how if feels." He sat back, resting against the car door, one arm over the top of the seat, the other on the dashboard, the king himself waiting to be serviced. And I opened his zipper right up and took out his hard, inflated cock, and looked at the phallic monster in awe as it quivered before me like a released blade. Alarm bells went off in my head, a dozen years of training and all kinds of irrational fears; but at the same time I experienced a warmth that seemed to seep out of my pussy in liquid form. Something about the form of his cock triggered off a lot of biology in me, and when I kissed the flushed knob my lips began to make sucking motions instinctively!
"I enjoyed it a lot," I told Bea, even though my face was very red. "His cock was so vibrant, so alive, and to think I had produced so much excitement in him was enough to make me sopping wet. Do you get the same feeling from that?"
"Oh, yes, indeed," said the woman, and I thought she looked a little glassy-eyed all of a sudden.
"I couldn't take much into my mouth at first because he was so big. But it's very strange; the more aroused I became, the more I found myself able to open my mouth. It was like those snakes and their hinged jaws or something. I wanted to suck more of him and before I knew it, half of his cock was in my mouth. More followed; thick, heavy flesh that throbbed like a powerful motor; it rilled my face, it bumped into my palate; I wanted to gag and yet I loved it! I really, really loved it, Bea, is that how it's supposed to feel?"
She didn't answer right away and when she did her voice had a strange quaver running through it. "Oh, honey, you could make money hand over fist in the ass business," she told me. "I didn't want to press you before because people think there's something wrong with an adult advising a young girl to get into the call-girl racket, but personally I think there's something criminal about telling her to become a secretary or a factory worker. Think of the differences! As a worker you get wages and they're only enough to keep you consuming at survival level. As a call girl you make the kind of money that buys an early retirement, beautiful clothes, trips abroad, anything you want! And what do you have to do for it? Just lie on your back, do a bit of acting, just the usual marital bullshit."
I was struck dumb. She had said her piece with a passion and now that the words were out she seemed to regret her candor. "Is that what you do?" I asked.
"Not necessarily," she said. "But you've got talent for it, baby, that's why I brought it up. Hell, if you can turn me on with your words and your eyes, think of what you could do to that old man down there." She pointed at the man who had been ogling me and was still offering money prizes for me to keep him company. "Besides, you said yourself you wanted to be rich and famous. And yet you don't have a career planned."
"Yes, but a whore!" I shook my head in disbelief. "How could you want me to become one of those?"
"You say a whore like whores are at the bottom of the heap," said Bea. "But you look at the wives of politicians and tycoons, look at the women with the men who can afford the best, and you'll find whores. They're the women who can throw an Oscar-winning performance at the drop of a hat, who know how to suck and fuck, how to be Western geishas, and how to rise above drudgery. But let's not talk any more about that. You'll make your own decisions; others can only make suggestions. Tell me more about your fateful night at the drive-in."
"Okay ... well, I managed to get most of his cock into my mouth and both of us were having a grand time when I remembered the purpose of the whole evening. I had to get laid; it was vital to me. But when I tried to give Mark a broad hint he dodged it and placed his hands on my head to keep me down on him. I kept hesitating, trying to think up the best possible move. There had to be a way of getting my way without upsetting him. Unfortunately, I thought about it too long, and before I knew what was happening this gusher of cream erupted from his cock. My God, I thought I'd choke on it, there was so much of it. Warm arid whey, blurting down my throat, thick streams of it, and Mark was groaning and threshing about, sticking his dick all the way in, actually fucking my face! I wasn't sure if I liked it or not but I stuck with it as best I could, sucking at his cock desperately, clinging to him, and swallowing all that come! Then his cock became quite easy to accommodate, easier and easier, until it was just a soft little slug that fell out from between my lips. And when that happened he zipped himself up and announced that that was enough for one night."
"Oh, dear," said Bea sympathetically.
"That's what I thought. But I didn't say anything. Instead I told him how hot I was, and while he watched the film I unbuttoned my blouse and snuggled up to him so that his hand had to come to rest on my breasts. He never could resist them. By accident on purpose, the button of my jeans popped open and the zipper came undone as a result, just far enough to give him a peek of my belly. Nothing happened for quite a while, except that his cock began to twitch under me. Intermission came and went, we were still in the same position, and his breathing grew more rapid by the minute. I knew I had him, all I had to do was wait. His hands wandered over my breasts and down to the half-undone zipper, crawling along my flesh, timid, and I'm lying there mentally yelling Come on, get to it, go ahead! It's dreadful how little ESP there is between some people, isn't it? If Mark could have read my thoughts he would have raped me and charged me for it."
Bea laughed and nodded understandingly. Still, there was something strange about her facial expression. She seemed strained and flushed, and I wondered if she was getting car sick. But when I asked if she was all right she begged me to get on with my story.
"We managed to get ourselves into the back seat and to get our clothes off. That wasn't a first, but it certainly was the most intense we had been with each other. I knew he wanted me; his cock was hard again, and he couldn't stop looking at my body and touching it. All I could do was lie there with my legs slightly apart, inviting him in without saying as much in words. He hesitated a great deal, so much that I thought he might turn tail and run at any second. He kissed my breasts, he even kissed me between my legs a little, he told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to marry me, and at last he got on top of me and I felt his cock bump into my pussy. That was such an exciting moment that I almost passed out. But there was enough sense left in me to help that boy get to the right spot, because by himself he was getting nowhere. I reached down and guided his cock toward my pussy hole, and when he felt that he told me how sorry he was, he couldn't help himself. Right then he shoved his dick at me with all his strength and that rosy knob of his forced its way into my body."
I stopped, besieged by the memory of the blinding pain, the sudden panic, the awkwardness of being trapped under him and to have him bang his cock into my pussy as if he was driving a spike into the ground. I had screamed at him and scratched and kicked, but nothing could sidetrack him. He dug and rutted until his whole cock was in me and I felt my own blood lubricating his piston-like progress. It was over so quickly that I had no chance to assess the act beyond the pain it caused me. I didn't think that Mark had turned me off sex. Bea asked me about that and I had to think before I could answer. But no, I was still thrilled by having done it.
"That's good," she assured me gravely. "Because you've made it with a boy. When you get to men, you'll find it's a very different story. Of course it's not only men who can tell that particular story, but that's for later. For now I want to tell you that I admire the way you stood up under pressure. You may be fifteen, Susie, but you're a woman."
"What do you do? Are you really in the sex business or was that just the impression I got?"
"Just because I encouraged you to become a whore, you think I must be one?" Bea looked at me mockingly. "Well, you're right, I am a whore. Strictly speaking everyone qualifies for that title, of course. There's as much whorishness involved in writing copy for an ad agency as there is offering pieces of pussy to Bowery bums, but that's a larger discussion. Yes, I use my sex to get money. You see, I'm what is known as a dominatrix."
"A what?"
"A dominatrix. Here is my card." The card said exactly that, and there was a phone number to go with it. I put it in my purse because Bea said I might want to use it some time. "I can see you don't know what that profession entails," she went on. "Well, how can I best explain it to you? Put it this way, you couldn't be what I am because we're opposites physically. You're petite and beautiful; I'm a big woman and I've never been in the running for beauty contest titles. I look like a ball-buster, and you have to make the best of your looks. My job is, simply, to bust balls."
"I don't get it," I said, wondering if I should.
"Men pay me to humiliate them," said Bea. "I relieve them of their balls for a period of time just to let them be free for a bit. I see that doesn't make any sense to you. Well, let me tell about the job I've just finished, maybe that'll make it clear. Men usually come to me. In this case I made an exception because the money was good. You see, in a way I'm a therapist, except that I charge a whole lot more. Rule one: when there's sex involved, the price soars. Rule two: make them come to you; that way the stage is set, they know you're in charge. This job called for something of a power struggle in the beginning, but it wasn't so hard.
"Anyway, the guy who employed me is called Al, he's a good husband and father, loves dogs and children, loves his wife, and never forgets a birthday. But one day, not long after he was married, his mother-in-law came to stay and something happened that made him hunger for more of the same as she handed out. From what I gather, he saw her undressing in the bathroom and that was all there was to it. His mother-in-law doesn't know about it, nor does his wife, but Al can't forget it.
"So when his wife takes a few days off from her household chores and goes into the woods to pursue her hobby, her husband calls me up. We agree on the fee and I make the trip. I had Al figured out long ago, I know what attitude to take, the kind of insults he loves, how he likes to be bullied, all that sort of thing. It's as though I was the understudy for his mother-in-law, or what he imagines her to be."
"What do you do to him?" I asked.
"Oh, lots of things. I'm cruel to him, I order him about and make him do things that he hates to do.
For instance, I won't let him smoke. Al is a chain smoker, he goes berserk when he can't light one after the other. But when I'm in the house I'll stub it out on his ass if I catch him lighting one." She grinned and lit a cigarette. "He cooks and cleans for me while I'm there, and I make sure the place is spotless. I ridicule him a lot and if he gets in the way I'll kick and punch him. But all that is just foreplay. The main event comes when I announce I'm taking a bath. That happens once a day and I make him suffer until the moment comes. He draws the bath for me, he lays out towels and soap, and when I'm ready to get in it I send him out of the room. But I leave the door slightly ajar, just a bit, not enough to satiate him. All he can see is a bit of skin but that's all his imagination needs. Ah, you should have seen me, Susie, it was a consummately performed part! I did the kind of strips that women used to be jailed for. That poor bastard was climbing the walls, looking for knotholes to fuck. I lingered over each item, I checked myself out in the mirror front and back, bent over now and then, and when I threw my panties at the dirty clothes basket next to the door I made sure they went too far. Then I turned my back on him so he could feel around with them.
"At the end of my bath I would discover him jerking off outside the bathroom, and that called for a big scene. I stormed about and cursed him out, still nude, beating up on him where ever he wasn't covering himself, and that would go on until he blew his load. He did it without hands, too. Yes, those are the moments when it all seems worthwhile."
"That sounds great," I said guardedly. "But was that all you two did during your time there? I mean, didn't you make love or anything?"
"Yes and no," shrugged Bea. "I wouldn't let him touch me. After all, no decent man would lay a hand on his own mother-in-law. But in the night, when I was supposed to be asleep, he would sneak into my room and fondle different parts of my body. One time I pretended to go to sleep in front of the TV and he caressed and kissed every part of my body so delicately that he wouldn't have awakened me even if I had actually been asleep. Love is strange, baby."
"What a job! And how much did you get for that?"
"Four days; two thousand dollars," she said simply.
My eyes almost popped out of my head. I repeated the sum in awe and asked how that could possibly be. Why should any man pay so much?
"As I said, sex is expensive," she said. "Men are willing to lay out any amount to gratify their secret needs. Women are lucky ... well, halfway decent-looking women are, because they can get what they want as long as they wield their natural powers with some intelligence. Take you, for instance, you've got everything going for you. I don't want to harp on that, but I want you to keep in mind that this big ass of mine has bought me several apartment buildings already."
"I don't want you to think I hold that against you," I said hurriedly. "It's just that I don't think I could do what you do."
"That's the whole point, you don't have to! You do what you do best, and from what you've told me, you know how to manipulate men naturally. Still, it's up to you."
Bea changed the subject but I kept thinking about it. Two thousand dollars in four days! Jesus Christ, it took my old man two months to make as much. I looked at Bea with admiration. She really was in charge of her life, nobody pushed her around, and I decided I wanted to be just like her. I didn't tell her that, though. One day I would walk into Bea's place and I would interrupt her as she whipped some unhappy male, only to tell her that I had made four thousand in four days. Then she would accept me as an equal.
CHAPTER TWO
Ed and Clara met me at the bus depot, all smiles and tanned good looks, ushered me into their immense Cadillac, and spirited me away from real life to their apartment. It had been several years since I'd seen them and now, just as then, they took my breath away. Both of them were so beautiful and wealthy that they seemed to have come out of a fairy tale. He had dark hair and smoldering eyes, an athlete's body and a prince's wardrobe; she was flaxen blonde, languid, slender, and slightly bored by everything. But her boredom, I soon realized, was only a front. From behind those half-closed eyelids she watched everything very carefully.
Their apartment was a large duplex, replete with conversation pits and long, deep couches, plants and electronic equipment, and thick carpets. It was located on the top floor of a tall building and commanded a view of the big city that tended to hypnotize a newcomer. Clara ran a bath for me and when I sank into into the tub there was a window right next to me to let me continue my sightseeing. At this height no curtain was necessary to achieve privacy, so I lounged in the hot water and stared at the city scape.
"You like the view, Susie?" Clara came into the bathroom and turned on the battery of lights sur- rounding the large mirror over the make-up table. "It's so nice at night. Ed and I sometimes take a bath together and enjoy the view at the same time. It makes us feel so ... regal."
She sat down before the mirror and began to clean her face of the makeup she'd had on earlier. I didn't notice much difference when it was gone. Clara's skin and features were too good for anything but the most subtle touch. Her cheekbones were very prominent and her nose was thin and small with a slight arch to it. Her lips were wide and sensual and curved up a little at both comers to give her a look of enigmatic sexuality; a Mona Lisa with bow lips so to speak.
"Oh, I have to tell you something dreadful," said Clara, turning to face me. "Ed and I agreed a long time ago to spend this evening with friends. They're flying in from London and all that sort of thing. I'm sorry to have to leave you alone here for your first evening in town, but you do understand, don't you?"
"I won't mind a bit," I said honestly. "After that bus ride I could do with some rest and privacy."
"It must have been appalling," agreed Clara. She fiddled with her face and hair until I got out of the bath. Then she took off her clothes and ran a fresh tub for herself. It felt strange to be naked in the same room with her. She was so beautiful and fragile-looking that I wanted to take her into my arms and hold her. But that would have been crazy. I fought down the impulse and dried myself as calmly as possible. Her tits, I noticed, were no larger than mine but she had a lot more hair between her legs. She caught me staring at her pussy and smiled faintly. "Don't worry, darling, you'll be just as hairy down there one day."
"You think so?" I looked at my pussy, at the thin cover of dark hairs on my pubic mound and at the impudent bulge of my labia just below the hairline. "Sometimes I think it's stopped growing."
"Why should you want more, anyway?" said Clara languidly as she eased herself into the tub. "It looks so ... ugly, somehow, like a blemish. Don't you agree?"
Now that she said it, I felt the same way. I looked at myself in the mirror and every part of my body looked good, smooth, lightly tanned, except for that patch of hair growing in the middle of nowhere. "Yes, you're right," I said. "But there's nothing you can do about it, is there?"
"Actually," said Clara, raising herself a little in the tub, her bored look giving way to impishness, "there is something. Oh, you've given me a great idea, darling. Hand me Ed's shaving gear and help me do this. Then, if you like it, I'll do it for you."
"You mean shave?" I didn't believe she'd go through with it. I passed a brush, a mug of soap, and a razor over to her and she immediately dipped the brush into the water and began to lather up. She draped one leg over the edge of the tub so that her cunt was out of the water, and after a while she passed the brush on to me to make sure every part of her pussy had been covered. I knelt down on the tiles and applied the soapy brush to her cunt with more than professional care. Her cunt was so little and perfectly formed, two cunt lips that looked like fitting slices of orange peel except that they were light pink and covered in dark hair. I brushed down around her asshole and Clara rested back in the bath, her eyes closed, a smile of contentment nickering about her lips.
"Mmmmmmm, I could lie here all day like this," she said softly. "Take your time, darling, I think this is the best part of the whole process." I didn't mind. Her cunt thrilled me strangely; it was so precious and little that I wanted to kiss it and nurse it! I lathered her up until she looked positively rabid, and then took up the razor. My hands trembled at the idea of doing her an injury. "Now remember, if you hurt me you're going to have to kiss it better," said my aunt with a pearly laugh. I nodded and got to work.
I began at the top of her mound, scraping the hair away and washing the clogged razor in the bath water. Bit by bit more of her skin appeared and my touch became surer. Aunt Clara lay perfectly still, her eyes closed, looking for all the world as though she was asleep. That made me a little bolder and I eyed her pussy with impunity now, savoring the little details, the way those two "orange peels" parted when I put pressure on her cunt, and the way her pinkness showed through. Cunts were such equalizers, I reflected. No matter how aristocratic or boorish a woman looked, they had cunts in common, beautiful cunts that could satisfy all men and a great many women. I shaved her care- fully, getting the thin hair growing toward her inner thighs, making sure her pubes were as smooth as a baby's ass, and then taking it off her cunt lips ever so carefully. It was as sexy as taking someone's clothes off and my own pussy felt the strain of it all. It quailed wetly and twitched so violently at times that I almost nicked my aunt.
The hardest part was around her asshole. Clara had to get out of the bath and drape herself over the side of it, straining to hold her cheeks wide apart so I could get into the crevice. But when that was done she was bald down under, and her entire appearance had been altered. She stood up and turned round and round in front of the mirror, giggling with delight. "Isn't that terrific? Look at me! Oh, God, I feel like a girl again! Let me do you now, Susie. I can hardly wait to show Ed this."
She made me sit on the edge of the tub with my legs open and now she kneeled down before me and lathered up my pussy. I understood at once why she had wanted me to take my time before. The bristles slipped right into my pussy and caressed my clitoris so as to send tiny electric impulses throughout my body, and I liked that so much that I tried to follow the brush down even when she was trying to lather my asshole. She smiled to herself and I felt like a fool. She was so mature and I was so young. But one day I'd be as sophisticated as she was.
"There. Now for the razor," she said, throwing the brush into the water. "Don't move, Susie, it'd be a shame to scar up this little gem. God, you're a beautiful girl. And when you're a woman-watch out! I'm going to have to lock your uncle up then."
"I'm sure you don't mean that," I said. "He can hardly take his eyes off you."
"He loves me now, that's true," said Clara. "But I'm twice as old as you are, my dear, and that begins to count against you at a certain point. There, it's looking nicer already. Look at that!" She had shaved my cunt deftly and thoroughly, and after I'd washed the remnants of soap off I stood up to check myself in the mirror. It looked weird, actually. Aunt Clara stood beside me and to see two naked pussies side by side was more than I'd bargained for.
"Wow!" was all I could say. Clara ran her hand through my hair and got back into the tub to finish her toilette. I kept staring at myself and touching my cunt, enjoying its new smoothness. Clara told me about a cream she knew of which would keep our pussies nice and hairless, an anti-stubble agent as she called it. I got dressed and went into the spacious lounge room to wait for her to come out. She had unsettled me more deeply than she knew with her familiarity. My body simmered uneasily in its own lust but there was nothing to be done about that until Ed and Clara were gone. I heard her call him into the bathroom and he must have approved of her new look because there was a long silence, broken only by weird moans and heavy grunts. When they came out they both wore a contented look. Clara winked at me as they passed.
"Well be back by about midnight," said Ed as they were preparing to leave the apartment. "Make yourself at home now; our house is your house."
I took him at his word. As soon as the door closed behind them I began to roam about the house and tried to think of a way to deal with my restlessness. On impulse I took off my clothes and found it thrilling to be wandering through this strange apartment in the nude. I stood at the large windows and looked out over the city, at other buildings, wondering if someone had their binoculars trained on me and what they'd be doing to themselves in that case. And I entered the master bedroom to see what I could find there when the need for stronger thrills made itself felt.
Their bedroom smelled good and looked good, everything in fine taste and oriented toward the sensual. The bed, for example, was immense and round; there were velvet drapes covering the windows, white deep pile carpet on the floor, patterned wallpaper, adjustable lighting, excellent stereo equipment, and a mirror had been set into the ceiling just above the bed. There were walk-in closets filled with clothing on both sides of the room, one his, the other hers, and I happened to walk into hers to check out her range. Off to one side of the closet were drawers holding panties and bras, and without really thinking about it I picked up a pair of flimsy panties and held them to my face, breathing in deeply to get her scent again. If any of it lin- gered, it wasn't enough to give me the required charge. I tossed them aside and walked to the bed. It looked so sybaritic that I just had to lie down on it for a bit. I stretched out on silk sheets and gazed up into the mirror to see my reflection. How nice I looked in that setting, especially with my cunt all shaven. It was like looking at another girl, really, and that notion sent a new buzz of pleasure through me. The sheets were so cool against my skin and when I turned over on my belly and slid down toward the center of the bed I picked up the echoes of sex there, hints of sperm and pussy blending subtly to fire my lust up some more.
I lay back again and watched myself toy with my naked pussy, but it wasn't enough. Surely they'd have something lying around, a magazine with graphic pictures perhaps. I opened the drawers of a dresser at one side of the bed, and found everything I wasn't looking for ... until I opened the bottom drawer. That contained the jackpot. I suddenly had a choice of dildos, silver eggs, vibrators, anal stimulators, and hairbrushes, and for extra fun there were collections of exquisitely erotic pictures. I leafed through them for a while to get myself in the right frame of mind, and I kept my hands away from my erogenous zones until I was ready. Then I made my pussy swallow a silver egg and turned it on.
Its vibrations spread throughout my pussy and shook loose the most delicious sensations which culminated in flashes of orgasms. The egg took me up to a level of excitement that had me shivering and groaning with lust, but further than that it wouldn't go.
I got off the bed and began to wander about the apartment. I turned off all the lights and switched on the television in the lounge room, where I settled down along with a dildo and the hairbrush. I wanted to make love to myself and I wanted it to be perfect. For once I had the time and the opportunity to go all the way with myself, no parents to worry about, nothing else to do, and so I began very slowly.
Ed and Clara had cable TV and I switched over to the public access channels to see if I could catch one of those famous dirty shows. It was too early, apparently, because everyone had their clothes on and talked about home handyman kits and city politics. But there was a movie on that showed some potential. A man and a woman were locked in his apartment with enough food to hold out for weeks, and all they had to do was fuck, fuck, and fuck some more. It seemed like such an ideal situation to me! I watched them closely all the while caressing my body and keeping the silver egg "on."
Now I was getting into my stride. She was half-naked, he was in the bed, and I "put myself" right in between them. The battery on the silver egg was running out, so I yanked it from my pussy and began to work the dildo into myself instead. It was a slender one but big enough to stretch my flesh painfully. I took it out and licked it all over to make it easier to take, but I kept my eyes on the screen, watching the way they initiated their love-making. Memories cloyed to each scene: me and Mark, me and Bea, and my mother on the bed fingering herself; it all affected me and fed into the mainstream of my desire. I tried to push the dildo into my cunt again and this time it slid up me quite smoothly, lodging when half of it was in. That was enough for the time being. The woman was sitting astride the man's hips and she was rubbing her pussy along his cock through their undergarments. She moved faster, faster, making those fucking motions the way a dog does with a straight back and only hip action. The dildo moved in and out faster, too, pushing into regions which had been closed to it not long ago but were now wide open for some reason. My body craved intrusion suddenly. I closed my fist around the base of the dildo and rammed it right up me just as the woman approached her climax dry-humping the prostrate male. How lecherous she was, how intent! Mark and I had done that at times in the drive in, when he would lie back on the backseat in his underpants and I would lie on top of him in my clothes, and then I'd pretend to be fucking him. He'd stop me all of a sudden and then he wouldn't be interested in me or my body for awhile. A stain on his underpants told me I'd been successful But the way they were doing it on television, that was real lust and sex!
The scene changed. They were out in the street, fully dressed, talking to asexual characters.
I turned my attention away from the screen and thought about Mark some more. For all his faults he had been a good boyfriend to me. How I wish he was with me at this moment. His big cock would have been much more satisfying than the rock-hard but cold dildo. In my imagination he came through the door at me, and he was fully dressed in his work clothes. He saw me naked on the couch and came over at once to sink face down between my legs. Oh, I could feel his tongue, so thick and alive, rushing into my cunt passage and flicking at the drops of juice oozing out, swallowing my fluids and going in for more. I could imagine his big hairy hands roving all over my body and squashing my tits so hard that he almost did me violence. "Oooohhhh Mark!" I heard myself moan. "Fuck me now, I need you so much!" If only he was here-then he would have stayed down on me for a long time, taking my whole pussy into his mouth and sucking it until I was giggling and squealing with excitement and lust. Yes, that's what he'd do. And when I was on the boil he'd undo his fly and take out his big cock to poke it right into the hole between my legs, shoving it up there with strong, rude strokes until his glans bumped into the entrance to my womb. I writhed about on the couch and kept my eyes closed to make the pictures in my imagination more real. The dildo wasn't enough anymore. I threw it to the ground and groped my pussy with all ten fingers-opening my- self up with one hand and jamming one, two, three fingers up the expanding hole in sheer desperation. "Mark! Mark! Oh Jesus, I need you so much!" I moaned. With my free hand I picked up the hairbrush and ran the bristles over my clitoris again and again, hurting myself and pleasuring myself at the same time, "fire" mixing with "water" to produce a volatile mixture that exploded into a climax that almost threw me off the couch.
I could take a breather for a moment, even though my mind was still awhirl with images and memories, even though my body was in just as great a turmoil. What did a girl have to do to give herself satisfaction? I finger-fucked myself harder and brushed myself more ruthlessly, working my way out of the doldrums and back into the storm. All kinds of passions conflicted inside my belly, some pushing me this way, others going in the opposite direction. I kept one eye on the television in case they had another good flesh scene but that seemed to be over. So I cast my mind back to Mark and recalled all the little things he had done to my body. Even though he hadn't been the world's greatest lover, he had managed to make me feel twinges of passion. And then there was Bea- what she had fired in my imagination. Yes, now it was working for me; my fingers dug into sopping wet flesh and produced cunt farts by the score. I was caught in a frantic quest for climaxes and somehow they came one by one, erupting in my belly and flooding my body with a thick ooze of bliss. Aaaaahhhh, that was better. I was suddenly weary and I lay my toys aside to stretch out on the couch and close my eyes for a while. Not for too long. Ed and Clara would be home soon enough; they couldn't find me like this!
But that was how they found me. I fell asleep in spite of myself and the next thing I knew I found myself gazing up into Clara's eyes. She was bending over me and shaking me by the shoulder. There was an enigmatic smile on her face. "Wake up, baby, we're home," she said softly. I struggled with the remains of sleep and slowly sat up. Ed was standing at the other end of the couch and he was staring right into my pussy.
"You too, huh?" he said, nodding at my newly bald area.
"Uh ... yes," I said. I was far from easy in this situation. Didn't Clara object to his frank interest in my private parts? She didn't seem to. I reached for my clothes but she shook her head.
"Don't worry about them. It's bedtime anyway-right, darling?" She looked at Ed and he nodded gravely. "Listen, why don't you sleep with us tonight? I know it must be lonely for you on your first night away from home and we'd love to have you."
"Have me?" I didn't dare hope. Clara saw that I'd caught on and instead of belaboring the point she held out her hand. I took it and clung to her as she led the way to the bedroom. She must have noticed that the bottom drawer was open and that the bed was rumpled, but she said nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled again. Ed sat in an easy chair not far away and watched us through the smoke of his cigarette. He looked perfectly at ease but I noticed him adjusting his cock several times as if to give it more room for expansion. My heart beat rapidly. What were they going to do to me? My mother's brother and his wife! Could they really be intending to make love to me?
Clara took off her clothes and kneeled before me. She took my feet into her hands and began to rub them very softly. At first I thought she was trying to satisfy some dark urge in herself but then the subtlety of her massage got through to me. She knew just where to press and knead them to send tingling impulses all the way up my legs and through my pussy to my mind; strange sensations that unsettled me and then laid me low. I rested on the bed and gazed dully at the ceiling as the slow throb of my lust took over my entire body.
"You like that, don't you?" I heard my aunt say from below. "Such a sexy little girl. Her whole body is a clitoris, Ed."
Ed chuckled from his corner, but they could say and do what they liked while her hands were making me feel so nice.
She moved higher, massaging my calves and heels in turn, slowly, thoroughly, and my legs automatically moved wider and wider apart the closer she came to my cunt. Still she took her time, lingering over my knees, caressing my inner thighs and kissing them, moving at such a gradual pace that by the time she reached my crotch I was jerking and shivering all over.
One of her fingers caressed my cunt, running up and down the full length of my slit and circling around the perimeter until I could hardly stand it any longer. Eventually she lifted me right onto the bed and lay between my legs to make herself really at home. Uncle Ed moved his chair a little closer to the bed and went on smoking and watching as if we were on television. I looked down and saw the smooth slope of Clara's back and the full roundness of her ass. Her skin was soft and sensual, flawless, creamy, untouched by the sun, and whenever she brushed against me I felt my insides quake. She was eating my pussy vigorously now; no more teasing, this was it! She sucked noisily, at the same time tuning my body to the right pitch. Her furled tongue was deep in my cunt, flicking around at all those strangely excitable areas in there; her hands brushed lightly along my skin, and I lapsed happily into the trough of sensuality that she created. But Clara wasn't about to let me take her for granted.
She remained down on me long enough to get me to bristle with bliss, and then she kissed me all around my loins, working up, pressing her tits against my thighs and cunt; farther up, her hands reaching for my tits and finally she got herself positioned right on top of me with her face on my tits and her hands against my face. I wanted her to back down again but she began to lick my nipples, which was almost as good. However, as soon as she got me into the flow of that, she shifted up further and pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back and wrapped myself around her sensual, undulating body. Her pubic bone pressed into mine and flexed the skin of my cunt lips up and down to keep it stimulated. Everything was there ... except a cock! She was so sexy and lustful and flattering, but without a cock all her humping and kissing wouldn't take me around the various corners to my climax. I kept looking over at Ed, hoping he would join in, but he just sat back with a benign expression on his face. Goddammit, why did he have to hold back? He had it to give! In a fit of anger I clutched at Clara and began to bang my pubic mound into hers violently. My teeth sank into her neck and my body worked furiously to bring itself undone. Clara gave me as good as I dished out, both of us grunting and rolling about on the bed, fucking each other without those vital little parts that make fucking so interesting. If only she would put on a dildo or something, or finger me, anything to still that burning desire in my cunt! I wasn't getting any closer to my peak and was about to give up when I noticed Ed had taken off his pants.
"All right, dear, I'll take over now," he said.
Clara rolled off me and now I could see the towering, magnificent erection rising from his nest of pubic hair. I had never seen a cock that size and I longed to suck it. My hands reached out for it but he waved them away.
"First things first," he informed me. "I want to make sure you're no longer a virgin."
"I'm not, I'm not," I cried. "Oh, please, Uncle Ed, let me suck it. It's so big and delicious looking, let me have it. I want to swallow it whole!"
"Most tempting, my dear, but your mouth looks less enticing than your sweet little snatch."
Clara held my legs open while he got on top of me and moved his big cock into place.
A wave of fear washed over me. No, he was too big! Mark hadn't been a midget exactly but compared to my uncle he was slightly underprivileged.
He saw the look of panic on my face and said, "Don't worry, Susie, it'll be just like the cobra swallowing a pig." Clara laughed to herself and tightened her grip on me. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me, and it was probably that air of unreality that kept me from screaming my head off. I felt his swollen knob push into my cunt and it felt as though he would rip me open like a can opener!
"Ah, tight as a drum! he said approvingly.
"Isn't she, though?" said Clara. "It almost bit my finger off before."
"Please don't," I said, crying big tears now. "I can't take pain!"
They took no notice. His knob kept pushing, pushing, pushing, and to my own surprise my cunt stretched to accommodate all of him. His cock bludgeoned its way into my cunt and the pain was so great that I tried to scream without success. Ed pushed harder and the whole of his monstrous dick slid up me with a tearing sensation that left me breathless!
"Oh, God, no!" I heard myself sob. "No, Ed, please stop! It hurts, you're too big for me!"
"It'll be all right, darling," said Clara, stroking my brow by this time and wiping away moist strands of my hair. "Just let him have his way for a minute more and you'll find he's the greatest lover who ever lived. Thousands of women would like to be in your place right now. Just relax. Relax."
That was easy for her to say. I had that burning poker up my pussy and the pain kept on getting worse. Somehow I managed to secrete enough juices to ease his way, and once he had reamed me wide open the pain began to give way to an entirely different sensation. He was fucking me easily now with long, smooth strokes, and the pain disappeared like snow before the sun. This wasn't painful! It was wonderful! Brand new feelings broke out throughout my system, my blood coursed faster and more hotly, and everything began to hum and buzz.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I murmured, my voice shaking to the beat of his pounding. "Yes, Ed, that's good, that's nice, take it easy now but give it all to me! Ooooooohhhh, yeah! Yes, that's the way, that's good, that's how I like it!"
"No more pain, baby?" asked Clara.
I took my head and spread my legs as wide as I could.
"That answers my question," she said dryly. She stopped stroking my face but cradled my head in her lap so I could be comfortable while her husband fucked me. "She wants more, I think, Ed, much more."
Ed took his cue and started to ply his cock with considerable skill. He withdrew it till only the tip of his cock had contact with my cunt, then slammed it home and sent me scurrying into a new dimension of sex, again and again, pumping his dick into me and providing me with many tiny climaxes that bubbled up through my blood like soda.
"Come on Ed!" I yelled. "Give it to me!"
Clara was touching me all over and so was her husband. There were hands on my tits, my ass; I was being kissed and fondled and fucked, and I could feel the lust of ages melt and break loose bit by bit. Each great thrust of his cock reduced the iceberg of frustration by another chunk, until the last segment of it cracked into tiny bits and disappeared into the boiling sea of passion. And just as I reached the point Ed released a gusher of hot cream that elevated me into a vertiginous climax. I soared and yelled and I clung to Ed with drawn claws to make sure I wouldn't float away from him and his wife. I wanted more and soon.
"Oh, dear, what a mess he's made of your poor little pussy," said Clara, pushing her husband out of the way. He fell over on his back with a deep sigh and looked on lazily as she set to cleaning me. Her nimble tongue licked up bits of sperm and traces of juice from my cunt and thighs, and when there was no more to be had she circled my cunt several times to be absolutely sure I was clean. Then it was her husband's turn. She took his limp cock into her mouth and sucked on it until all of my oils were gone. That looked very good to me. Even though his ardent fuck had left me satisfied, the oral longing was as strong as ever. And when he reached over me to get at his cigarettes, his cock happened to come very close to my mouth. There was no need to think about it. My hands reached around his narrow hips and pulled him toward me so that his cock lolled into my mouth. My lips closed around it and he had to adjust his position hastily so I could keep it there.
"She's learning so quickly!" he remarked to his wife. I heard them light up cigarettes and blow out the smoke, but I wanted nothing but to suck on his cock. Somehow that took care of any cravings I might have had for a smoke. It was so nice to have him in my mouth while he was still limp. The skin of his cock was smooth and even though he was soft, his cock was thick and heavy.
"I wonder if we could give her a part-time job someplace? What do you think?"
"No, Ed, don't even think about it," his wife said decisively.
"It was just a thought. She's much better than any of the-" "Ed, that's enough." She cut him off abruptly and I wondered why she wanted to keep anything hidden from me. But I could think about that later. For the time being I concentrated on his cock and on the renewed pulses of life throbbing through it. His cock began to swell, bobbing nervously as it filled with blood, and then it expanded rapidly. I couldn't take too much of it in my mouth now that it was hard. My lips pursed about his taut skin and moved back and forth along the glans, the best they could. He seemed more than happy with that. Clara passed him an ashtray and he tried to stub it out but burnt his fingers instead. She took it from him and completed the job. Ed straddled my chest and leaned over me so that his dick stuck between my lips from an angle, and he sighed a lot.
By relaxing myself as much as possible I found myself able to take in more of his enormousness. I sank my mouth deeper and deeper over it until I had half of it inside and his glans bumped into my palate. My hands dug into his muscular buttocks to savor their muscular hardness, particularly when he thrust forward. Then his muscles toughened into rock-hard masses and he felt just like a bull hunching over me. Half was the best I could do, though; any more made me gag. He understood my problem and graciously slid back down to my cunt.
"Why don't we have some audience participation?" he said to his wife.
"A great idea," she answered promptly.
I wondered what they meant. Ed acted normally enough. He made me lie on my side and fitted his cock into my still wide-open pussy. Meanwhile Clara rummaged about in the bottom drawer and got busy with something she found in there. A little later she moved in behind me and now something cool and slippery snuck in between the cheeks of my ass. I stiffened and tried to look around to see what she was doing. "Relax now, Susie, don't worry about a thing." I did my best. After all, that had been good advice before. The cool object pressed into my flesh until its small knob touched my asshole. Ed was still doing his best to get all of his cock into my cunt and I did all I could to help him. If only Clara could wait with her side of the operation until I had him tucked in!
I felt like an ass between two haystacks, not knowing which to eat. Two cocks came at me, one big and thick and real, the other an anal dildo, and I didn't know what to expect from either! Ed's cock was almost all the way in by the time the dildo nudged its way past my sphincter. It felt strange from behind; one moment very pleasant, the next uncomfortable enough to make me squirm. I lay between them and did nothing; I only made myself available. Their bodies pressed into me and their hands fondled my tits and held my ass open. It was a little like being gang banged. I couldn't keep track of the characters, so to speak; which hands were whose and who was doing what to me. All I knew was that both the dildo and the cock drove right into me and began to fuck me with short, impatient jabs that never moved back, only forward, seemingly.
"Isn't she delicious?" said Clara. "Jesus, feel that little bottom of hers! It just makes me want to fuck and fuck and fuck!" The anal dildo moved in faster now, and the uneasy feelings disappeared � quickly. In their place came a red-hot, searing sensation that complemented the clitoral joys to a tee. I couldn't be sure of anything at that point. I'd been reduced to a highly sensitive piece of meat, at the mercy of a man and a woman who knew much more than I did. They manipulated me until I was lost in a red fog of orgasmic bliss, and even then they wouldn't stop. I could heard my squeals and shuddering sighs, and so could they, but it made no difference. I kept giving of myself and they kept right on taking.
They fucked me until they were too exhausted to go on. Clara gave up first, panting and huffing, so exhausted that she couldn't undo the strap of her dildo. The orgasm my uncle had aspired toward just wasn't going to happen. His cock was frozen into an erection that had grown numb due to too much exertion. And I lay sprawled between them, wondering if my head was on wrong and if my body would ever recover from this onslaught of sensuality.
"Put your hand around it, baby," said my uncle. When I didn't he took my hand and closed it around the base of his cock. "Now move it up and down. It's not going to wilt until something really nice happens to it."
"Okay," I said from my daze. Absently I moved my fist up and down so that his foreskin rubbed along the edge of his glans, and after a while my uncle became very restless and kept on stretching luxuriously and sighing. "Is that nice?" I asked him.
"OK, yes, very nice," he assured me. His stomach was tight, his muscles knotting up into straight ridges all the way down to his pubic mound, and it was hard for me to keep the same steady beat with him squirming so much. But I managed and he managed to come. A rush of white fluid arched through the air and fell back all over my fist and wrist; cool fluid that slowly trickled along my skin and onto the bed. My uncles relaxed.
"Such a talented girl," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "It really is a shame she can't earn herself some money for college or whatever."
CHAPTER THREE
They must have talked it over afterwards, because the next morning Aunt Clara invited me to come along and see some of the business they ran. "I don't really want you to get involved in anything you see," she said ambiguously, "but I know you'll be bored around the house and so we've decided to let you come along with us. Ed's already gone this morning and I'm going to check the books in our beauty parlor."
"Oh, good," I said, but a beauty parlor sounded like dull stuff to me. By this time I had a suspicion bordering on conviction that my aunt and uncle had a real sexploitation operation going, and I wanted to get to the hard core of it right away. However, I thought it would be silly to press such demands, and when they saw how mature I was they'd be sure to let me see it all anyway. So I dressed and accompanied her downstairs to the garage where they kept their Cadillac and several small but expensive sports cars. Clara took the Jaguar for the morning rounds, and she knew how to drive, too. We tore out of the garage and down the road as if the cops were after us, wrenched around sharp corners and overtook cars in a wink, yet she was so obviously in charge that I didn't even get nervous.
She parked in front of a very low-key, very plush operation. The facade was purposely muted, grey brickwork with small, black windows, and the name of the owner written in fine, small letters just above the entrance. A large doorman saluted as we swept past him. He had an appointment book open on a stand next to him, and Clara inspected the long list of names with one glance and nodded, apparently satisfied. "The doorman admits only those customers who have appointments," she explained as we made our way down a short hall. "Those people have been checked out prior to their making an appointment, and if their credentials aren't absolutely perfect we won't accept their patronage. It's so much better that way." "Don't you lose customers that way?" I asked. "My dear! Au contraire!" she laughed. She seemed very affected to me now that we were within the beauty parlor. She walked more stiffly, her head held high, her mannerisms more stylized. "The poor little pussies are breaking the door down to get in!" She placed a finger to her lips and opened a door. At once a wave of fragrances, voices, and the buzz of hair dryers came at us and I found myself lost in a room of mirrors that was filled with people who looked much the same. The first impression I had was that they were all slender and beautiful, aristocratic greyhounds either perched on chairs or holding hair dryers. But as I looked around more carefully I saw that there were men and women in the room, and that looks varied quite a bit.
"Darling!" the women cried when they saw Clara. She replied with a flutter of her fingers and got to work. I marveled at her efficiency. She might look beautiful and useless but she knew exactly what she was doing. The books were on a small desk and the head hair dryer bent over her solicitously as she ran through columns of figures. At last she nodded and gave him a compliment. He blushed with pleasure and returned to work.
"This is the end of the line, really," said Clara, looking at the women in their smocks and their hair all wet. "It's also the least interesting part of the salon. Why don't we go upstairs where it all begins? I think you'll be surprised." A gilded cage serving as an elevator took us up to the third floor. We stepped out into a waiting room where women sat in deep, comfortable chairs arranged along the walls. They leafed through magazines, yawning, smoking, looking bored, but when we entered they all cried, "Darling!" Clara accepted the tribute gracefully and began to explain the works to me.
"Let's see ... you begin here and then you go into a room where they undress and bathe you ... oh, hell, it's too hard to explain properly, just go through the routine yourself and you'll know all about it then. You girls don't mind if my niece goes through first, do you? Thanks awfully." She pushed me through the first door and told the girl at the desk not to charge me but to give me the works. "Enjoy, darling!" she said as she left me alone.
I looked around at the bare walls and at the girl at the desk, but none of them told me anything. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to find a beautiful person gazing at me. With a start I realized it was a boy, one with big dark eyes and dark curly hair, a lovely slender body, and only white linen pants on. "Would you come with me, please?" he said.
"She's Mrs. R's niece!" the girl called out.
"Oh, I see," said the boy, smiling broadly at me. "Then you must get special treatment." He had a faint accent, Latin I guessed, and to a small-town girl that was very exciting. He couldn't have been much older than me but He seemed to be infinitely experienced as he led me into a small room largely occupied by a bath and a reclining chair. "Do you want everything?" he asked.
"Er ... that depends-oh, what the hell, yes," I said. He was so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off him. I wanted to hug and squeeze him with one half of me and the other half wanted to rape him and smother him with my cunt! He was lightly tanned and in very good shape, probably worked out in a gym somewhere especially for this job. I appreciated it. My hands tingled with anticipation as I observed the hard ridges of muscle in his abdomen and his slender, strong back. Everything about him seemed so smooth and hard! When he bent over the sunken tub to turn on the faucets, his linen pants stretched over his little ass and the sight of those hard, bite-size buns made me weak in the knees! What a gorgeous creature he was!
"Now I will undress you," he said when the water poured into the tub. "Please, don't be shy, it is my job." His eyes told me, however, that I was anything but a slab of meat to him. He had a tendency to move in very close and his eyes lingered whenever they met mine. He made me uncomfortable with his insistent sensuality and yet I loved it. I sat down to let him take off my shoes and he handled my feet with all the reverence of a shoe freak, fondling them, massaging them the way Clara had the previous evening, and his dark eyes smoldered as he looked up my dress. I saw my pussy reflected in his eyes, figuratively speaking, and the connection was so strong that I began to drool down there right away. "Please, lift up a little," he requested, reaching up under my dress to get at the pantyhose. He touched my hips and came nowhere near my pussy, yet it was that part of me that shivered and throbbed in response. I lifted my ass and let him roll the garment all the way down my legs. How I wished I hadn't worn panties under the pantyhose. The boy must think me an awful prude!
He took off all my clothes and left me sitting there nude and wet and utterly vulnerable. But now he was no longer the nice little boy; he had turned into a tease. There was something hard and callous about the way he ignored me. His hand dabbled around the boiling, bubbling waters of the tub as he stirred it to mix hot and cold, and his ass stuck out so prominently that I wanted him more than ever. If only he would take me! What did I have to do to make him fuck me, ask him? I would if he didn't make a move soon. After all, my aunt owned this place.
"Hey, what about finishing the job first?" I said. I cursed my unsteady voice. I'd wanted to sound so tough. The boy turned to me slowly and grinned.
"I am doing my job, miss," he said. But he got up and wiped his wet hand slowly. His eyes burned into my naked pussy, which was still baby smooth thanks to the ointment Clara had produced that morning. "Do you want more from me than I am paid to do?" I opened my arms to him, indicating he should fake me right upon this reclining chair. He was reluctant to come close, though, and that made me mad. As soon as he came within reach I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over on top of me. "Hey!" he yelled as he stumbled and crashed. "Stop that!" I grabbed him and hugged him and began to kiss his cherub lips passionately. A familiar odor reached my nostrils. There was something on his breath, something that I should be able to identify right away ... and a moment's thought brought it back to me. He'd been eating pussy! Now I saw what his function was. He couldn't possibly fuck everyone who came through here, but he could certainly eat those who wanted it. Well, I wanted it, and right away I began to push him down along my body. My legs opened wide and my intentions were unmistakable. The boy looked up just as his face was about to slide into my crotch, and he said, "So that is what you want. I will be happy to serve you."
The professional touch! The moment his tongue darted between my pussy lips I knew I was in for a treat. The tip of it ran along my naked labia on the outside, then the inside, and it felt as though it left a wake of fire behind. Quick, restless, his tongue slid into my cunt hole, out again, around and around, rimmed me, poked up me, giving me just enough to get me hot but not to get me over. I felt like a puppet on short strings, getting tugged this way and that until my limbs jangled and my head was spinning! I tried to push my pussy into his face so he would have to settle down into it but he dodged me quick as ever and continued his barrage of sly stimuli until I didn't know where I was! His hands cruised along the insides of my thighs and whenever his fingertips bumped into the sides of my cunt I felt an extra flash rise up, but he'd be gone by the time it took effect. He was toying with me and I loved and hated it.
"Don't be so cruel!" I moaned, writhing about on the chair and vainly reaching to get at his head. "Eat me hard now, come on, I'm on fire!"
The boy said nothing. He pecked and licked, his whole head moving to deliver his tiny thrusts, and there was nothing I could do or say to make him change his pace. Out of sheer frustration I began to maul my tits and that helped enough to make my lust turn in on itself for a dry kind of a climax. It felt forced and harsh but I came and that was all I needed to get me by for a bit longer. Why wouldn't he do what I wanted?
"What do you want?" I gasped eventually. "Do I have to pay you to make love to me properly? Oh, God, this is torture! Please finger me or fuck me, anything!"
No response. His tongue ran round and round my asshole and his thumbs held my cheeks far apart so he could slide up the valley and back down again to his heart's content. It all felt so good but it all fell just short of satisfaction. Then it happened. He opened his mouth right up and sucked my cunt in with such force that a climax popped out without notice. I squealed and grabbed hold of the sides of the chair, completely taken by surprise. He took advantage of that to chafe my clitoris with his teeth and to keep my cunt flesh drawn into his mouth, and the result was a whole chain of forceful orgasms that left me floundering!
"OH GOD NOOOOOOOO!!" I heard myself yell. "STOP, THAT'S ENOUGH, OOOOHHHH YESSSSS, HARDER, FUCK IT, EAT IT, OH NO, OH NO, STOP, STOP, AAAAA-AAHHHHHH!!" They just continued to bubble up in me and explode, small orgasms that rocked my whole system. All he had to do was move his face from side to side to stimulate every part of my cunt, and he did it so forcefully that he literally controlled my orgasms. When I really couldn't take it anymore he slowed down, always slightly ahead of me so that I wafted into a state of blissful exhaustion. "Oooohhhh, that was so nice!" I sighed.
"Sooooo nice! You must be very experienced, right?"
"It is my job," he shrugged. That sounded cold but I noticed that his cock was hard under his linen pants. It made quite an indentation and he saw me looking at it. "Oh, that?" he said, as if to defend his professional cool. "That happens now and then. It doesn't bother me."
"But it bothers me," I said. In a split second I had a hold on the draw cord of his pants, tugged it, and as his pants crumpled to the floor I grabbed him about his little buns and sank down on my knees before him. He didn't try to get away, which was just as well because now that I'd seen his dick I wouldn't have let him go for anything. It felt so nice to feel his slender cock throb against the side of my face that I just rested there for a bit while I got my breath back. My lips brushed along his muscular thighs and the soft pubic hair growing sparsely. And my hands squeezed those hard buttocks; smooth muscle under soft skin, just like his cock.
The boy stood perfectly still when I ran the tip of my tongue along the side of his cock. Now it was my turn to tease and toy, and I made the best of it. Lightly, subtly, my tongue slithered along his pulsing member and circled in small spirals up and down the stem, lingered over his exposed glans and then descended all the way to his pendulous balls. His scrotum was quite smooth and hairless, and I couldn't resist taking it all into my mouth to suckle it for a minute. From that angle he towered over me and he was watching me closely while I sucked at his jewels. "This really is against the rules," he said uncertainly, "but since you're Mrs. R's niece I guess it'll be okay."
"You bet," I said, kissing down under his balls, licking at the tops of his strong thighs and into that sweaty hairy area near his asshole. He smelled good to me in my horny condition, musky, earthily sweet, and I nudged in deeper, deeper, pushing my tongue in between his tightly joined buns to get at that savory spot. He knew what I was after and he was only too happy to cooperate by parting his cheeks for me. Now he was all mine! I felt potent suddenly, as if I could do anything with him, and so I pushed my tongue into his asshole and fucked him with it boldly. The boy bent over and I sat further back between his legs, reaching up to get my face into that little valley.
He could have taken that kind of tonguing all day long but I wanted to suck cock. It had been too long since the last one and my hand on his dick told me he was hard and ready for it. I made him sit down in the reclining chair and then, with my pussy placed squarely on a comer of the ottoman, I began to suck him off in earnest. My tongue played his cock the way a bow plays a violin, and the boy was soon writhing about in the chair just as I had not long ago. Revenge of this kind was sweet indeed! My lips pursed around the tip of his knob and sank down slowly until I couldn't take in anymore. But since he obviously liked the feeling of my mouth around his cock I tried harder.
I regulated my breathing more carefully and dipped down with steady strokes, letting my spit wash around his dick and relaxing my oral muscles as best I could. I wasn't thinking about it anymore. I just surrendered to the flow of our sensuality, a mindless submission that resulted in an increased capacity for cock somehow. Zen and the art of cocksucking! It was working! His pubic hairs brushed against the tip of my nose and he was breathing heavily, noisily; yes, that was the way, give in to it, suck, dip, lick and suckle, harder, harder, I was almost there! His knob glided down into my throat and for a moment I experienced the panic that comes with gagging ... but it went away and triumphantly I closed my throat muscles around his knob and held my breath for as long as it took to satisfy us.
"AAAAAA ARRRRGGHHHHHH!" he gargled, arching his body and trembling all over. "OOOOOOHHH WOOOWWW!! YEAH, OH JESUS, HERE COMES, GET READY HERE COMES!!" And there it came, a great spurt of hot cream rushing down my gullet. In the excitement I pressed down over him to take him in even deeper just for the joy of feeling his sperm run right into my belly. There seemed to be no end to his load, spurt after spurt, and when that was Over there were still the thick droplets that coursed down at their leisure. Suddenly I realized I was choking and quickly withdrew like a swimmer coming back up to the surface from too great a depth, and like that swimmer I had to gasp and pant furiously to catch up on lost oxygen. The boy didn't seem to notice. He lay back in the chair with his eyes closed and looked happy.
"Oh, no, the water's gotten cold!" he said suddenly. He got up and let the tub drain, then filled it up again with hot water and fragrant bubbles. "There, I'm sorry about that. It's so nice for a woman to get into a hot tub right after sex but you made me indulge myself."
"Believe me, I don't hold it against you," I said, secretly savoring the lingering taste of his whey sperm in the back of my throat. I was thrilled that I had sucked his cock so well, even if it was considerably smaller than my uncle's. Perhaps Ed would let me try out on him again some time.
The boy helped me into the bath and let me rest a while. He laid out a soft brush, soap, and towels, and then sat in the chair until I was ready to be bathed. "What a luxury," I said. "This place really panders to women, doesn't it?"
"They like it very much here," he said earnestly. "Of course they also pay a lot of money to come here, so they must get the best."
"And your job is to bathe them and eat them?" I said with a grin.
"That is my job. Some women don't like to be eaten, so I finger them or maybe I do nothing but bathe them. Some want me to get into the tub with them and I don't mind that either. Anything a woman wants, I give. Only I cannot make love to them all. Just to the special ones." He made me stand up and washed my body with tender care, rinsed me and dried me, and clad me in a terry cloth robe. He bundled up my clothes and sent them down a chute, assuring me they'd be waiting for me downstairs all nice and clean. Then he sent me through a door that led to another waiting room. It was much cozier than the first one and there was a bar instead of a desk in it. A waitress made me a drink of my choice and served it to me in my deep, all-embracing chair. I felt relaxed all over and refreshed from my bath and all that had attended it. And the compliment paid me by the boy still thrilled me. "The special ones." Somehow that made me feel beautiful and desirable in a way new to me.
"Miss?" A blonde head appeared through one of the doorways and I was summoned into the next room. The head belonged to a masseuse who was close to six feet tall and about as wide. "Please lie down," she said, "close your eyes and think of beautiful things." That was easy enough under the circumstances. The masseuse busied herself with arranging the potions and tools of her trade, and I observed her through my lashes. She wasn't fat, just strong, big meaty hands, muscular arms, and a back that could lift a ton. In a way she frightened me. Those hands looked strong enough to take me apart! But my euphoria kept me from being seriously frightened. What a place this was! Aunt Clara certainly knew what she was doing in the world of sensual pleasures. "Now then, let me take off your robe and put it aside, that's good, now lie on your stomach, please." It was almost too much of an effort for me. The masseuse helped me and as soon as I was in place she began to rub a fragrant oil into my skin.
Her fingers worked the smooth oil in gently, leisurely, and far from taking me apart she was putting me to sleep. "Nice, huh?" said the big woman. "We have our customers take a bath first because their skin is so much more sensitive then, and they are usually more relaxed." I nodded my assent, wishing she would be quiet so I could slip away into the deep sense of contentment that was stealing over me. The oil smelled like herbs and flowers and it was cool against my skin and gave me the feeling of diving into a meadow in summer. "You're very young to be coming here," observed the masseuse. "How old are you, fifteen?" Again I nodded.
There was a silence of about ten minutes after that as the woman tenderized every part of my body with her subtle fingers. It was pure ecstasy when she did my feet at the end of her routine and I hoped she couldn't see what was happening to my pussy. Each time I shifted a little I could feel the wetness sloshing about in there, and I knew if I moved too much she'd hear it squelch. But she should be used to it after all the women she had put through this routine, I thought.
"Fifteen, huh?" she said after that long silence. "Fifteen and so beautiful. You're very lucky." Her hands dug into my flesh and started tearing out entire muscles. I was too shocked to react at first but when those hands started to beat on my back I issued my first protests. "Oh, don't be a baby," she scoffed. "It doesn't hurt at all." The sides of her hands rat-a-tatted all the way up and down my back over and over, shaking me up until my teeth rattled! The change of pace was too swift for me and I told her so. She stopped banging her fists into me and began to maul me once more. My back and shoulders were restructured by means of sheer brute force, she twisted my arms until they crackled, and then she started on my legs. She beat them and stretched them and I just lay there crying out for help. "It's no use," she panted during her first breather. "No one can hear you. Now be a good girl and keep still." She turned me over and began again, a bit softer this time since my front was so much more vulnerable. I looked up at her the way one looks at a dentist, in a mixture of fear and terror, and she looked back benignly as if to say, See? It doesn't hurt at all.
At last she slowed down again and resumed the soft, loving kneading of before. The pain ebbed out of my system and left me feeling hollow and adrift. Her hands were very close to my cunt now, soothing the aches in my thighs and working up, up, closer and closer to my surprisingly wet cunt, but my state of mind was such that I didn't realize she was seducing me. I had to wait for her to tell me.
"So beautiful," she said to herself. "I wish all the women were like you, my darling, with such lovely slender bodies and such perfect skin. Then my job would be heaven. You're not in a hurry, are you? Let me massage you a little bit longer, it won't cost you anything of course. How lovely. Oh, look at that sweet thing! I have to touch it, I can't hold back any longer." Her hand alighted on my cunt and rested there briefly while she checked to see if I minded. I was in no position to mind anything. Every part of me felt limp and beyond my control somehow." She had massaged me so well that I couldn't take my bearings from the usual stiffness or discomfort in various parts of my body. It seemed to have melted! And when she began to caress my cunt, the pleasure ran into the general good feeling and merely spiced it up.
"I'm glad you don't mind," said the big woman. She was perspiring now and trying to take off her clothes with one hand, the other being firmly affixed to my cunt. "I see young girls like you in the street and I think to myself how I could get to meet them, but they're always going out on dates with thin boys. What chance do I have? But now, now I've got you and I want to make love with you so you'll never forget it!" Her tone became harsher as she talked, a little like one of those bitches from Belsen or whatever. She had a slight accent too, but different from the boy's. Her words were pronounced with sharp angles and that did nothing to reassure me. Beady eyes ran over my prostrate person. She licked her lips rather often, and the sweat poured off her face by this time. When she found she couldn't take her clothes off with just one hand, she released my cunt and undid the buttons and zippers in a hurry. This, I knew, would be my last chance to escape. But I didn't. Even though she still scared me, it was as flattering to have her lust for me as it was to make your gynecologist horny for you.
When she was naked I was overwhelmed by her massive femininity. Her tits were big white bazookas; they were with distended pink nipples and aureoles! When she moved they washed from side to side as though her skin sacs were nine parts filled with warm cream. The rest of her was rock solid. Her stomach curved out but I got the feeling it was all muscle. A tangled growth of hair as blonde as that on her head marked the spot between her thighs that throbbed for me. And when she turned around to hang up her uniform I saw two vast cheeks pressed hard together, not flattened fat woman's cheeks but bulbously muscular! In comparison to her I was just a slip of a girl, a slice of sandwich meat next to a steak.
"There, now we make love!" she announced. She got on the table with me and clumsily caressed me from top to bottom. Now that she wasn't actually massaging she seemed to have trouble with her movements. Her meaty hand grabbed my sensitive parts, it pried and fiddled, and if I hadn't been so sensually oriented at that moment she might just have given me a good laugh. As it was I couldn't help the surges of pleasure that ran from wherever she mauled me, and I drew closer to her for more. "You think I'm funny for liking women?" she asked the walls. "Well, I'm not really a woman. I'm more a man. Only nobody believes me!"
"You look all woman to me," I said unsteadily.
"That's because you don't look in the right place!" She sat up and swiveled around on her ass. "Look!" Both her hands opened up her blonde cunt and to my astonishment I saw a clitoris there the size of a boy's cock! It was several inches long easily and it was swollen with blood. If I focused just on her clitoris I could well mistake her for a man, but the surrounding cunt was unmistakably female, complete with the ragged inner lips, the glisten of juice, and the thick folds that protected all that. Then there were her tits, those super-motherly danglers that almost reached to her belly when she was sitting up like that. Those tits appealed to me on a level that I couldn't understand. I wanted to rest between them, kiss at them and play with them for the rest of the day, just to be done with all the other considerations. They invited me the way an oasis invites the weary traveler, and even as she showed off her monstrous clitoris to me I started to head for her tits.
"Now do you see?" she asked, lying back to accommodate me. "I'm more of a man than many men!" I nodded and made soothing noises, yes, yes, anything she said was all right with me, just as long as I could play around with her tits for awhile. She wrapped her powerful arms about me and pressed me into those pillows of flesh, almost smothering me. But that was alright with me. I grabbed hold of her hard, big nipples and clung to them the way a strap hanger does, while my tongue ran over the great swellings and I kissed her all over. She liked that a lot. Deep sighs made her bosoms heave mightily and when I closed my eyes it felt as though I was swimming on an ocean of flesh.
Much as I enjoyed that part of her, that large clitoris stuck in my mind and I just had to reach down to make sure it really did exist. It seemed much bigger than before, harder too, and suddenly it occurred to me that she could fuck me with a thing like that. The masseuse, however, had nothing of the kind in mind. She lay back and let me fondle her and kiss her, and she accepted it all with the kind of passivity that infuriated me. How could she be so aggressive at her job and such a lamb in love? She seemed perfectly content to stroke and caress me, and to return my kisses.
"Oh, my beautiful girl!" she moaned as I rubbed her clitoris in an effort to get her started. "So pretty, such a child, please suck my tits hard, that's what I like best. Suck until the milk comes out, I want you to, please!"
"If you're such a man why aren't you acting like one!" I snapped.
"What? Baby, don't talk to your mama like that. Suck, suck, go ahead, suck my tits." She lifted one of her tits up to my face but I slapped it away. I couldn't follow her changes at all and my lust demanded more from her than she was willing to give. Anger was my only real outlet. The masseuse saw by my facial expression that I wasn't falling into my assigned role, and so she said, "I was joking about being a man. Make love to me, my darling, lie on top of me and drink my milk. Don't be angry."
I shook my head and kept on feeling her pussy. That clitoris fascinated me more than ever now that it was obviously the only functional part of her body. I kissed her tits as best I could but my attention was centered on her big blonde cunt. The whole organ needed exploring, but she kept me in such a tight grip that I couldn't get away! My cunt was brimming over with love juice and it was all going to waste. Damn! "Listen, you'd better let me have my way," I said suddenly, "because my Aunt Clara owns this place and one complaint from me will get you fired!" I hated to do that to her but I couldn't see any alternative. The reaction was immediate. The big blonde woman looked hurt, as though I had slapped her in the face, and then she sighed and said I should go ahead.
"Be a bitch then," she complained, releasing me from her grip. "What is this world coming to?" And while she thought about that I slipped down along her hard stomach and let myself sink face down in her pussy. She was a super clean woman, that much I had gathered from the way her clothes were starched and pressed. But now that I was down on her I couldn't even smell her femaleness! She either never fucked or scrubbed herself out each morning. Only the faint fragrance of her juices came through but that was enough to keep me going. My tongue slid around the thick pussy lips and my fingers pried about in her hole, tugging at reluctant muscles to open her up and discover more about her. Everything in that part of her was big, not just her clitoris. Thick, long labia, a pronounced pisshole, and thick tresses of pubic hair set the stage for that surprise phallus. But it stole the scene. Thick and quivering, it stood out at me and demanded to be sucked. I closed my lips about it reverently and tasted it until my lust grew so strong that even that wasn't enough. I began to suck it vigorously and no one, not even a tit freak like her, could withstand the erotic pressure of that. Her big body began to buck about on the table, bouncing, quivering, and strangled cries rose from her throat. Her clit was as hard as a rock now and I knew it would penetrate my pussy very well. But I wanted to arouse something else in this woman, namely the urge to fuck.
That took some doing. She seemed unable to get off her back once the love-making started and no matter how desperately horny she became, no matter how her ass pounded up and down and how hard she squeezed her tits, she wouldn't make a move toward me. I was seething with frustration! Much as I enjoyed eating her and fingering her, I wanted to have my own way, and since she wouldn't help me I'd have to do it all by myself.
I waited until she was too far gone to resist me. Then, quickly moving a leg under hers and the other over hers, I wedged my cunt against her big blonde pussy and tried to maneuver her clitoris into my hole. It wasn't easy because she was squirming so violently, but when the tip of her clit touched the entrance muscles of my cunt, they clamped onto it and held it till I could get the rest of my pussy over it. Two or three inches didn't seem like much in comparison to Uncle Ed's ten, but my pussy bore down so hard on it that my own contractions made up for the difference.
"Oh, baby!" sighed the masseuse, finally falling into the mood I'd tried so hard to create. "This is awful, you shouldn't be doing this!" But she pulled at my feet so that our cunts merged into one hairy sucking monster and her clit entered mine to its fullest extent. I kept my eyes on the action throughout because I wanted to see her big hobbling tits. Being fucked by a woman was too exciting for words! "Oh, my goodness, slow down now, oh, dear, oh, dear, that feels too nice. I've never done this-oh, wait, wait, AAAAAAAAHHHHHH, NO, NO, UUUUURRRRGGGHHH-UN-UNH!!" With mad passion she slammed her cunt into mine. Her red, sweating face raised itself above her undulating dunes of tit and her beady eyes stared at the scent of action during that last rally. "OOOO-RRRGGGHHH" she gargled, and with that her head fell back. She was spent.
I was almost there and determined to make it. Now that her clitoris was shrinking I had to find something more gratifying. There was nothing to be seen in the room. I tried to use her fingers but she was just too limp to be of any use. In my frantic bid for a climax nothing was too humble to serve my purposes. And when I saw her big toe I hesitated for only a second. Then I jumped off the massage table and stood at the end of it where her foot rested just over the edge. With both hands I held the foot in place and worked her big toe into my cunt. It was way too short but it was very squat and all I needed was to stretch my pussy a bit and stimulate my clit. The masseuse looked at me very strangely but I humped on like a horny dog until all those scattered emotions merged into one sweeping climax that liberated me for the time being.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, that's better," I said, crawling back onto the table and lying on top of her for a final embrace. "I'm sorry about what I said before, about my aunt being boss and all. When my blood is up I don't seem to care what other people are feeling."
"It's all right, my darling," she said, stroking my hair. "A girl as beautiful as you doesn't have to say she's sorry for anything. Just come back and see me some time, all right?"
"All right," I said, but I doubted it very much. That big dyke and her clit-cock were fun, but once was enough, and I was dying to get home to the real thing.
CHAPTER FOUR
We didn't do much the following day. After a hard night's love-making underneath that mirrored ceiling there wasn't much we could do other than lie about and work on our tans on the terrace. But the day after that Ed took me to another link in their chain of business. "You're going to like this place," he told me on the way. "It has something no other bar has and as a result it's the most popular place in the whole city. Men come from miles away to stand against the counter and drink, and they pay twice as much as they would anywhere else."
"What's the secret?" I asked.
"That's something you're going to find out firsthand," he said, and he swung his car into an underground garage. He took me to a large bar in the heart of the entertainment district. It was a pretty standard-looking place from the outside, lots of neon enticements and pictures of unlikely looking women pasted on black velvet boards amid a cluster of silver stars. When we walked in, however, the difference between this bar and the ones I'd seen in my hometown stopped me dead in my tracks! It was dim and crowded, and bartenders moved hurriedly along a narrow walkway behind the bar and in front of a long platform. On that platform several girls writhed and danced under colored spotlights, and the patrons huddled as close to them as they could get.
"Holy shit!" I breathed. "So that's your secret, huh?"
"This? Oh, no, this is routine. It's something else and you have to find out what it," he teased. I kept looking around in bewilderment. This was routine? There was a girl on a fur-covered couch moving sinuously and wearing nothing but a G-string, while a girl on either side of her danced au-go-go dressed in the same outfit. Their tits bounced and slopped around and they made their cheeks quiver for the customers whenever they turned around. The customers, in their turn, waited for a bravura performance, and when they received it they cheered and hooked folded dollar bills into the girl's strings.
"Hey, Billy, look after my niece here, will you," said my uncle to a large, tough-looking man standing in the gloom at the back of the room. He nodded and stood by me while I kept looking around. "I'll be back shortly, Susie, see if you can find out what makes this place so popular by then."
"Okay." When he had disappeared into the next room, I turned to Billy and asked him what made this place special. The bouncer just grinned and told me to keep on looking. It was so crowded that I didn't dare look behind the bar. A lot of the men were already turning around and checking me out. One of them asked if I was going to perform next.
Billy shook his finger at him and the man became very respectful.
"You wanna drink, baby?" asked Billy. When I nodded he began to push forward through the crowd and before long we were right at the bar, in the center facing the writhing lady on the fur-covered couch. No one gave Billy much trouble until we had asked the two men at the bar to move. They protested loudly and he had to pick them up physically. The beer was poured for us and we stood there silently watching the writhing woman. She was a sexy animal, I thought, willowy and black as the night, with surprisingly large tits for her slender body, and an ass that seemed blacker than the rest of her even though there was so much meat in her buns that her skin was stretched to the limit. The G-string connected to a gilded patch of cloth that covered her asshole and cunt but not very well. When she moved to one side that patch folded outward and I could see the corkscrew curls growing wild about her pussy. But that was all I could see. The rest was clearly intimated by the folds of the patch and I found myself wishing for X-ray vision so I could make all of her visible. I stared at that gold patch until my eyes burned and the black woman seemed to take a particular pleasure in gyrating her hips so that she almost hypnotized me with her pussy.
The man next to me seemed to be in trouble. He was red faced and breathing asthmatically. His body pressed into the bar as though he was afraid he'd fall otherwise, and his eyes were bugging out of his head. I figured the golden patch had reached him, too, but his complexion so alarmed me that I tugged Billy's sleeve and asked him to check up on him. Billy just grinned and shook his head. Further down the bar, I noticed, other men looked just as flushed and uneasy. Was it something in the beer? The men behind us crowded forward and muttered among themselves. And the golden patch kept dancing before my eyes. God, that woman was sexy! Her black eyes were gazing deeply into mine now and whenever I let my eyes drop to catch what that pussy of hers was doing, she smiled broadly and gave her ass an extra twitch.
When she lay on her belly she made her black buns quiver like chocolate pudding, and all the while she looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling, teasing me, and making me very moist between my legs. I forgot about the apoplectic men around me and gave myself over to admiring her panther body, the strong back, the small waist, and those high-rising cheeks wobbling before me, the strong thighs and the long, slender calves. But then my attention was diverted by something thin and hard poking against my pussy! I looked down and saw a finger coming out of the paneling around the bar.
"Billy!" I yelled, clutching him in horror. "Look at that!" Nothing seemed to worry him. He just nodded and asked for another beer. Some notion of what this hole might be began to dawn on me. I looked at my red-faced neighbor and suddenly noticed that his belly was flush with the bar's front. He seemed very rigid and nervous but while I was looking at him he suddenly became very relaxed. He pulled back from the bar and hastily tucked his cock into his pants, gave me a defensive look, and left. Right away another man took his place. He passed a five dollar bill through the hole and stuck his cock into it right after. I could guess the rest but I wanted to see it. Billy agreed to take me to the other side of the bar. We had no sooner vacated our spot than two other men plugged the vacant glory holes and let the black writher inspire them.
"That's the secret?" I asked. Billy nodded. Behind the bar, sitting on padded stools, were a whole line of girls busily eating cock. Each had a bottle of beer near at hand, and whenever a customer blew his wad they washed it down with big swigs. Most of them were dressed in jeans and T-shirts, impecunious hippies perhaps, or girls who were tired of being secretaries. A few others wore the fancy, minimal costumes of strippers, indicating that they were making a few extra bucks in between their sessions on the platform. There were at least twenty of them and only one was temporarily out of work. She browsed through a magazine with one hand and with the other she kept feeling her hole to see if anyone was blocking it. It only took a minute before she had her five bucks and a big hard cock to nibble on.
"Hey. Billy, I have to go to the John!" said one of the girls. He gave her the OK sign and she came down off the stool and slipped down under the scaffold on which the bartenders worked. The whole arrangement was ingenious. The customers never got to see who blew them and the girls never had to see their customers. My admiration for Ed rose like a rocket.
"Can I take a turn?" I asked Billy. "Look, someone's holding five bucks in her hole, it'd be a shame to waist it."
"She'll be back soon," he said. But I couldn't resist the money nor the cock that was sure to come. Before he could stop me I was under the bar and edging my way toward the vacant stool. I plucked the five bucks from the hole and made myself comfortable. A long, limp cock appeared before me, thick and black and soft, and my mouth began to water right away. I heard Billy hiss at me to get the hell back but it was too late. This was my kind of work! I grabbed hold of the long stalk so that he was trapped, and then with infinite care, I began to lick his dick all over. His foreskin covered the whole of his glans but my licking pushed it back, and then he started to swell and throb and before long his thick glans emerged in triumph. Now my job was to make him come. The skin of his knob was so smooth that it was pure delight to lick and suck, and the sight of this big cock sticking out from the woodwork was a fillip to the whole experience that made me want to do everything to him.
I sat on the stool and clutched at his cock with both hands, my mouth open wide and my tongue sliding round and round his cock while my breath brushed against his meat. I wondered what he looked like and what his wife did for him, all sorts of little thoughts that had nothing to do with the job in hand. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the girl next to me holding a small brown cock between her lips and her hand was busy jerking him off. Was that the way to do it? No, I wanted to suck him off right, more mouth than hand, whether he appreciated the difference or not.
With my tongue and lips I worked his knob over thoroughly. He was moving back and forth slightly now so that my hand had to loosen its grip a little. As it was, he caused me to masturbate him with his restlessness, and I did so want to chew him off! I let go and concentrated on sucking now, slow and easy, nudging the tip of my tongue into the small slit at the tip of his cock, mauling his dick with my lips, chafing the most sensitive parts of it with my teeth, and my excitement mounted so rapidly that I began to sweat and tremble under there. Still sucking, I managed to remove my blouse. That was better. Back to eating him up. I went for distance this time, working his dick into my mouth until he touched the back of my throat and I had to suppress my gagging reflex. Relax, I told myself, Breathe easily, and once more I managed to take most of his dick into me. Only the panel stopped me from taking the lot. I tried to imagine what his face looked like now, strained probably just like those of the other men bellying the bar.
I wasn't expecting him to come as soon as he did. Suddenly a thick, strong spurt of sperm blasted free and rushed down my throat to fill me up in an instant. I tried to swallow but there was more coming already, and more, blurts of cream that oozed out from between my lips and dripped down over my chest. I didn't want to let go of him just yet but he pulled out and left me kissing the woodwork. A five dollar bill slipped through the hole right away and I took it between my lips. A small cock came through, deliciously smooth, bite-size, and I seized on it like a dolphin going after a fish.
I sucked at it tenderly, trying to evoke his orgasm with pure sensuality rather than dragging his climax from him manually the way the other girls were doing. But halfway through the girl came back from the bathroom and asked for her seat back. "One minute!" I said, and then I brought my hands into play. I moved the skin of his cock back and forth so that it rubbed over the awning of his glans, and I licked and sucked him hard, putting the pressure on this cute little cock until it, too, gave up its juices. Ten dollars for a few minutes' work! I accepted the swig of beer the girl offered me and took the place of a girl who wanted a break for a cigarette.
One by one the girls made use of me to relieve them briefly. I sucked twenty cocks in all and ended up with a hundred bucks in my pocket. When they were all done and business began to slow down some, I put my blouse back on and sat with them for a while. They talked about the job, its advantages and disadvantages, and I sat with my back against the woodwork looking up at the nearly naked woman way above us on the platform. The legs of the bartenders moved by us rapidly, now blocking my view, now out of the way. And past them, the black woman writhed and showed off her beautiful ass and let her tits dangle over the edge so I could see them, and whenever she could she leered down at me with that special, lustful look that both frightened and excited me.
"I think Anita has a hot pussy," said one of the girls, "and that it's throbbing just for you Susie. Watch out, she's a stone dyke."
"Really?" Anita did look tough but she was very beautiful in spite of that. There was something cruel about her beauty and I could well imagine the way she would make love. I looked her right in the eyes and nodded faintly. Anita's eyebrows shot up and she smiled with all her teeth showing. The deal had been clinched.
"Yeah, she's always trying to get at one of us," said the girl. "But none of us are into that. Personally I think it's disgusting." Five dollars slid through the hole and the girl filled her mouth with cock. I kept staring at Anita. Customers reached over the bar to pass money up to her and a few gave her cards with phone numbers. She kept the money and threw the phone numbers away. When her shift came to an end, she hopped down off the platform instead of walking out through the wings, and came to sit beside me.
"Hi baby, what's your name," she said in a hoarse voice. Her big black eyes ran over me, measuring me for size, and there wasn't much warmth in the way she addressed me. I told her my name and she just nodded as if she hadn't really wanted to know. "Why don't we go to my dressing room and relax a while," she said throatily. "We can just stretch out and let our heads catch up with all that's happening. How does that sound to you?"
"I warned you," said the girl next to me without taking the cock out of her mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Anita said sharply. "How about it, baby?"
"Okay. I feel a bit tired," I said. The girls under the counter obviously thought I was a fool but they underestimated me. My aunt's words came back in a rush as I followed the beautiful black woman to her dressing room. Why should I give it away for free indeed?
She opened the door for me and pointed at a small, unmade bed set against a plywood wall. The implication was clear: let's fuck and let's not waste any time about it. I asked her for a cigarette. She frowned but lit one for me, and then sat on the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Come sit here, baby. Hey, take off that blouse again and while you're at it leave your jeans behind. See, there goes my G-string, now let's both be naked."
"It's so cool in here," I shivered. Actually it was quite warm but it was the only excuse I could think of to refuse her. I sat on the chair in front of her makeup table and drew the smoke down into my lungs with some relish.
"I'll warm you up." She sounded irritated as she came toward me and I began to fear the consequences of what I was doing. She was stronger than me and she'd been around a lot more. But when she put her arms around me I asked innocently why she was doing that. "I want to make love to you, girl," she said, angry now. "That's why I'm putting my goddamn arms about you, because I want to fuck yOur ass!"
"But you're a woman!" I cried. Taking refuge in innocence was my best bet. Anita threw her arms up and sighed in despair. She sat back on her bed and lit a cigarette off the one that she'd left smoldering in the ashtray, and for a few minutes she just sat and stared at me.
"What do you want, bitch!" she demanded suddenly. "You want cash? Here, I'll give you cash. Now take off your mother fucking jeans, hear, or I'll get nasty!" She threw a twenty dollar bill on the floor with a gesture of contempt, but I didn't let that worry me. I got off the chair, picked the money up, and tucked it into my pocket. Then, as though I had intended to do this all along, I took off my clothes and moved over to her side. "If I wasn't so horny I'd have thrown you out of here," she said through clenched teeth. "But I just got to have a piece of your pie, baby." She stubbed out her cigarette and slowly ran the palms of her hands along my breasts and belly. The light of lust flickered in her eyes and she licked her full lips over and over as she gazed at my shaven cunt. Her hands moved around to my back and pulled me toward her. I came willingly but retained my cool as best I could. She shouldn't think that she had all of me just because she had paid me.
Her big lips pressed into mine, deliciously soft, sensual, cleaving to me and pushing my mouth open wider so that her restless tongue could move in. The tip of it ran along my teeth and gums and her spit mixed with mine. I held on to her as she moved me back onto the bed. Her body came to rest on top of mine and she shifted over until our pubic bones met, but she kept right on kissing. I began to think that that was all she liked to do.
She kissed the way Mark did, moving her head from side to side and breathing with an effort, her tongue dancing about inside my mouth, and now and then she drew in a deep breath through her lips and sucked up my spit at the same time. Her naked sensuality inflamed me more than I let on. I wanted her to make love to me totally. I needed it, but I wouldn't soften to the point of giving her money back, which meant that a part of me had to remain reserved.
Now her hands began to work me over, sliding along my body and stimulating those parts that had been simmering for some time. Her touch brought them to the boil for as long as she maintained contact, but then she moved on and other parts flared up. Her pubic bone pushed gently into my cunt flesh so that my lips parted and tightened, and pretty soon they were flexing and smacking as well. She moved her hands under my cheeks to squeeze them and her tongue moved in and out of my mouth like a cock in a cunt. I felt myself weakening all over. A voice told me to give her back her money; she was giving me far more than I was handing out. But another voice protested. If she wanted to pay for it she probably enjoyed it that way.
At least she stopped kissing me and moved down to my tits. Her full lips brushed along my small mounds and right away the connection between them and my pussy was established and the hottest of impulses traveled back and forth. I knew that she was playing me like an instrument and I was happy to let her. She nibbled at my nipples with her teeth, hurting them and delighting them simultaneously, making me squirm with pent-up lust, and then she let the tip of her tongue ride round and round my tits to evoke wild sensations at the tops, which she presently discharged with some hard sucking.
Every thing she did was calculated. Even though she was breathing heavily and dripping with sweat, I caught her cool, measuring glances now and then as she checked to see how far gone I was. It was a real struggle for me to retain some semblance of poise. My body was too sensitive to this kind of treatment to be able to hold back. But for the sake of my future I did my level best to be grown up about the whole scene. Inside, however, my body was a raging inferno, clashing passions generating more heat by the second, her caresses throwing sparks into the dead-wood, and I didn't know how much longer I could last.
"How do you like the way I take care of business, baby?" she rasped as she bent over my tits. "I'm the best, right? Go on, tell me I'm the best, I love to hear it."
"You're okay," I said uneasily. My body twisted tensely, as though I had swallowed something larger than myself. My tits were getting the workout of their lives, her pussy pushed into my thigh, her nimble fingers probed and squeezed my cunt, and I felt as though she was holding me by the scruff of the neck over a pit of bottomless ecstasy.
"I'm the greatest!" she yelled, pinching me painfully suddenly. "Go on bitch, say it! Anita, you're the greatest!"
"I said you're okay." Her hand whipped against my cheek and she insisted that I repeat her words. The pain was sharp but it had to contend with an awful lot of pleasure before it could get through to me. Another slap, and another. She stopped making love to me and grabbed me by the shoulders to shake me violently, all to drag one simple sentence from me. And I refused. The pain balanced out the pleasure; it was touch as to whether I would cry or not, but I wouldn't even consider giving in to her.
Now her toughness became more apparent. Her arms were slender but they were as strong as steel cables. She picked me up and dragged me off the bed to push me over her makeup table. Among the pots of cream and tubes of lotion there was just enough space to accommodate me, and as I lay there I caught sight of myself in the mirror. A head among the cosmetics. Anita stood behind me and began to spank me with resounding smacks. Was this included in the price? The pain was spreading rapidly. She was seriously punishing me just because I wouldn't indulge her. Well, fuck it; I wasn't going to let her push me around.
"You better not try that again!" I yelled, pushing away from the makeup table and whirling around to slap her face. She tried to dodge me but it was too late. My hand caught her fair and square, and her attempt to evade me only put her off balance. She stumbled and crashed to the floor. I could have jumped her at that point but I still thought she'd be reasonable.
"You'll pay for that!" she muttered. Her eyes were narrowed and mean now and the tension of her panther body indicated I was in deep trouble. Still I didn't think to protect myself. Her hands closed around my upper arms and she walked me over to the wall until my back was up against it. "Now tell me I'm the greatest or I'll crack your goddamn skull!" she yelled hoarsely.
"You're crazy!" I said. She drew me toward her intending to smash me into the wall and once again I took her by surprise. I brought my knee up into her groin and pushed her away as soon as she sagged. She was on the floor again and this time I jumped her. She was moaning with pain but she fought just the same and in no time at all we were rolling about the floor clawing and scratching and pulling hair silently and fiercely, like two mute cats.
"Bitch!" I spat out now and then when the pain flared through me and I couldn't get away from it. Then I'd grab a shank of hair and pull on it like it was an emergency cord, and she'd scratch and bite. She overpowered me eventually, pinning my shoulders down to the floor and sitting on my belly with her knees. I couldn't breathe and I told her so.
"Then tell me I'm the greatest!" she hissed. I shook my head. "Aw, Jesus! What are you, anyway, a girl scout? Play the game, stupid!"
The game? How many games were there? Anita looked forlorn for a moment, and that's when I realized she had merely been cuing me.
"You know you're the greatest," I said with a watery smile. "Didn't you notice how wet you made me before? You're the greatest, Anita, and I don't want you to stop proving it to me."
"Yeah?" She smiled broadly as though she believed every word. Her hands gently touched the bruises she had inflicted on me and she bent forward to kiss them one by one.
I was still shaken from our fight, which somehow made me all the more receptive to her caresses. It felt so good to be on her right side again, to have her stroking and kissing me, and to know that soon she would make me feel great all over. She went down on me and brought me back to where she had left me off, sucking and licking with such fervor that she pushed me along the floor!
"Ooooohhhh, Anita!" I groaned, more sincere now than ever before. "That feels so beautiful. Oh, yes, stick your tongue in me, lick it all around, yes, yes, that's good, that's really good, you're the greatest, the best, there's no one like you! Eat it, eat it, I love it so much, oh, God, I can hardly stand it! YES, YES, GO AHEAD, AAAA-AAHHHH PLEASE, HARDER NOW, EAT IT, SUCK IT, YES, THAT'S IT RIGHT IN THERE, OOOOHHHH ANITA, ANITAAAAAA-AAAAHHHHH!" She brought me undone with her lashing tongue and her deeply prying fingers smartly manipulating my pussy until all that pent-up passion flooded out in a rush and left me feeling empty and happy.
"Now me," she said, presenting her cunt to my face. She straddled my chest and pushed that curly cunt at me like all I had to do was throw a switch and she'd climax. I was still gasping for breath and there was no way for me to unscramble my mind at that moment. "Come on, eat me now. I want to have some fun, too!"
"Wait, wait, I'll be all right in a minute!"
"No, now!" She pushed her cunt into my mouth and began to rub it against my lips hard. I couldn't breathe anyway so I did my best to comply with her wishes. Her cunt tasted salty and tart, sweaty from all the gyrations and fighting and lust, and that mad mixture made my taste buds tingle happily. I grabbed hold of her big, firm cheeks and held her in place so that my tongue could move in and out of her juicy cunt hole at a steady pace, just the way she had done me and with such success. Deep inside her cunt the taste was even sharper, so much so that I was grimacing at first until I got used to it. Then I couldn't get enough.
I recalled the faces of the men as they had watched that mesmerizing G-string and its cruel golden patch, all of them imagining what was under it, and here I was with her cunt so close I could hardly focus on it.
But the aspects of her cunt swam into focus bit by bit; the blurred magenta and pink, the folds of her inner and outer labia, her tiny, tight curls, the emphatic pubic mound, and above that her bobbing tits with their black nipples. She had her head well back and was supporting herself on both hands placed behind her ass so that I couldn't see her facial expressions. But the low animal moans she emitted told me she liked a tongue up her cunt as well as I did. I lapped around in there, holding her cunt wide open with both thumbs, and her whole body began to tremble tautly.
"Yeah baby, give it to mama!" she said in a loud, tense whisper. "Stick it to me now, all the way, don't spare that tongue! Oh, Jesus that's nice, yeah, a little more now, push it in all the way. Aaaaaahhhhhhh, right baby, that's the way, that's the way!" She sat up straight and grabbed hold of my head by the temples so I couldn't move, and then she began to push her cunt into my face with redoubled strength. She was as horny as a bitch and she even used the tip of my nose to work on her clitoris. I did my best to keep up with her but I was barely recovered from my cathartic climax so it was hard to get the energy together. After a while Anita hardly seemed to notice how quietly I lay between her legs. She was working her wet, squelching cunt into my face until the whole of it was covered with her slimy oils and I couldn't keep my mouth open anymore because of aching jaw muscles. I tried to get my fingers into her cunt to make them do the hard labor, but she wanted more tongue.
"Give it to me now, lick the back of my navel!" she insisted. "I have to get my satisfaction, baby, and I paid for it so give it!" I strained myself to send my tongue further up her but it had reached its limit. I didn't know what to do. She had reached a plateau of ecstasy from which it would be easy to jump up into a climax-if only I knew how to make her jump! I grew desperate and tried every way I knew to make her feel good, but in the end I had to admit defeat.
"What's going on here?" It was uncle Ed's voice. I tried to look up but my view of the world was blocked by a black cunt. "You got my niece there, Anita, what are you doing with her, smothering the poor girl?"
"Oh, Mr. Rogers!" said Anita. "I didn't know she was your relative! Hey, I'm sorry, I'll let her go right now."
"Never mind, she seems to be enjoying herself." A chair scraped along the floor and I was willing to bet my uncle had pulled up a seat closer to the action. "You girls go ahead, don't mind me."
I managed to get back into my stride and did my best to take care of Anita's needs. My uncle's presence stimulated me. I wanted to show him how mature and capable I was so that he wouldn't feel sorry about introducing me into this environment. But the harder I worked the less results I got. He seemed to divine the situation.
"There's only one way to satisfy this woman," he said, and I heard him walk around the dressing room. "I'm going to show you what that way is and then you'll always know it."
"Oh, no, Ed, don't do that to me," moaned Anita. She got off my face and walked over to him. "You know I hate it. You hurt me too much. Don't do it today. I'll be all right."
"Bullshit," he said curtly. I saw that he had taken off his pants and was greasing his cock with a tube of something he had taken off her table. "Now bend over and shut up." She pleaded with him some more but he wouldn't even listen. "Watch closely, Susie, you'll see how she loves it."
The black woman bent over as she had been ordered to do but she kept on protesting. Uncle Ed's magnificent erection pointed right at that place where her cheeks parted slightly wider to make a natural entrance to her asshole. I couldn't believe that's what he was heading for, but I knew it happened to people. My own asshole itched suddenly and I scratched it before I could think about it. Uncle Ed saw the gesture and nodded at me. His greased cock parted her rounded cheeks and moved in further. I came closer to watch what he was doing mainly because I still couldn't believe he could or would do it. His cock was far too big for her tiny, puckered asshole. He would rip her if he were to ram it home. And her whimpering protestations convinced me that it was a most painful experience for her.
"Ed, don't, please don't, I'll do anything for you! Don't you want me to blow you? You know it makes you happy."
"I said to shut up." He pushed a little bit harder and I could tell by the interrupted motion that he'd passed the initial barriers. Anita leaned forward and gasped in pain. Her whole face twisted up but my uncle didn't care even though he could see her face reflected in the mirror. He drew back slightly and pushed in again, and now his cock all but disappeared between those two big black buns.
"OOOOOOOOO-WWWWWWW!" she screamed. "TAKE IT OUT, ED, IT'S LIKE A HOT POKER UP THERE! OH JESUS THAT HURTS!!" She made sounds like she was crying but I saw no tears. Ed was pokerfaced. He rested his hands on her black ass and gently moved his cock back and forth along her back passage, working her loose and getting his rocks off at the same time. I noticed how he bit his hp occasionally when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, but for the most part he fucked with great control. In and out, sliding as smoothly as the bolt of a well-oiled rifle, emerging from her ass only to dive back in. Anita's protests died down. She spread her legs a bit more and improved her grip on the makeup table. She even looked into the mirror to see how she looked and what Ed was doing.
"She loves it," said Ed. "Doesn't she love it? Tell me, Anita, how much do you love it?"
"I love it like crazy!" she groaned. "God, that feels good! You're so big Ed and you don't care where you put it. Yes, I love it! Hey Susie, how about giving your uncle a hand. Go down on me while he's fucking me."
"You mean. .. ?" I looked at Ed and he didn't see anything wrong with it. Dubiously I kneeled on the floor between her long, lean legs and looked up into her cunt. A small drop of juice fell down on me, trickling from my nose to my lips, and when I licked it up I couldn't stay away from the source any longer. It was awkward with uncle Ed right behind me but I managed to get my mouth onto her cunt so that his dick slid along my hair on its way to the dark depths of her asshole. His balls dangled against my head and his strong thighs bumped into me regularly. I wanted to suck his cock so badly that I could taste it, and whenever Anita sounded particularly far away I turned slightly and let my tongue run along his plunging member. Her musky taste was all over the smooth skin of his cock and I felt I was getting two for the price of one. If only Mark could see me now, I thought with great enjoyment.
"Now then," said Ed, "the time has come for you to receive my wad. Open your ass wider, bitch, and get ready for it."
"Oh, yes, come in me!" she panted. "I can't wait, come in me, fill me up with your hot cream. I'm coming right now, Ed. Come. Come with me!" I got ready too. If I couldn't suck his whole cock I could at least pick up the crumbs he left. I ignored her cunt for the time being and made myself twist around so that his cock and balls were directly above my mouth. As he pulled back I licked his cock and when he shoved his dick up her cunt I sucked at his balls. I was getting very involved with this elaborate process when his sperm began to seep out of her asshole. Anita was yelling at the top of her lungs and he was grunting like an animal.
"There, you see how that satisfied her?" said Ed. He pulled his cock out and washed it in a small basin, then put his pants back on and got ready to leave. "If she ambushes you again just grab the nearest dildo and stick it up her ass. That makes her go off like a rocket."
"I'll remember that," I said. I felt very tired and overheated at that moment and all I wanted to do was lie down and rest for a bit. Anita had another session on the fur-covered couch coming up, so she sponged her asshole very carefully and repaired her makeup.
"It's a cruel world, honey," she said, as she brushed her hair and checked her appearance from all angles. "Your uncle is the most beautiful man I've ever met but his wife won't let him go. I just fuck him whenever I can."
"What does she think about that?" I asked.
"That's the whole trouble," she sighed. "She doesn't care. I think they must be in love or something." She put on a diaphanous gown over her G- string ensemble, gave herself a last going over in the mirror, and then opened the door to leave. "Sometimes, though, I think maybe I'd rather have his wife. I guess I'm mixed up, huh?" "It makes sense to me," I assured her.
CHAPTER FIVE
I knew how Anita felt about Clara. There was something about this beautiful, languid woman that made me horny just to look at her, but I couldn't figure out what it was. She seemed to have sex on her mind night and day, more so than Ed, and she lost no time in making the best of each opportunity to have her fun. She liked for me to take a bath with her so we could sit opposite each other and push our toes into the other's shaven cunt. And when she had to take a leak she left the door open so I could see her wipe her pussy afterward. In the evening when the three of us were watching TV she liked to sit close to me and caress my inner thighs or my breasts very slowly and absently, just lightly enough to gradually drive me up the wall. Perhaps it was her sensuality that made me tingle in her presence, that drive to explore sex and to have it every way possible.
The day after Ed had taken me to his topless bar, Clara and I sat in the living room and talked about my experiences. She had made me tell her every detail, and when Anita entered the picture Clara had really pricked up her ears. "Did she really?" she said now and then but for most of the time she was happy to let me talk. "What a dyke she is!" she exclaimed at the end. "I'm surprised to hear how well you handled yourself, Susie, she's always a bit frightening to me."
"Is she? You shouldn't be frightened of Anita, she likes you!" I said.
"That's just it." Clara shivered and rolled her eyes. "I can't imagine what she would be like to go to bed with, or rather I daren't imagine! She is just too sexy for words, and so dangerous looking!"
"Ed seems to know how to handle her."
"He certainly should know. She's been working for him for years now, and all that time she'd been after Ed's ass. I think I should let her know I don't approve of that. Then again, if she hasn't succeeded yet she probably won't succeed ever, right?"
"That's right."
"But we should pay her a visit just the same. Come on, Susie, let's get ready. I have to see her right away."
We went into the topless bar via the back entrance and hung back by the side of the platform so we could watch Anita do her act without the men at the bar seeing us. Billy obligingly stayed near us with his awesome bulk. Clara stared at Anita with considerable pleasure, and as soon as she was done with her shift she hurried down to the dressing rooms to waylay her. "Now let me do the talking," she said. I was surprised to see her flushed and nervous. When Anita came my aunt only got worse. "Ah, Anita, how are you?" she said. "How nice to see you again. I'd very much like to talk with you. I believe you've met my niece?"
"Yeah, we met," said Anita. Her black eyes were devoid of expression and she chewed on her gum steadily. "Come on in." Her cool behavior was another surprise to me. She was the one who liked Clara but Clara acted like she was ... wait a minute! I took another look at my aunt and saw it quite clearly now: my aunt was hot for her! "Sit down where you can," the sleek black woman told us. "I have to wash up and change my makeup."
Both of us sat on the messy bed and watched as Anita took off her G-string and walked naked about her dressing room, gathering up the items she needed. Her unself-conscious nakedness made me feel lecherous and sneaky the way I peeked at her curly pussy and her soft, pointed tits. "It's about my husband, Ed," my aunt began hesitantly. "I believe you like him, is that so?"
"Yeah, I like him," said Anita. "I'd like to fuck him till he couldn't get off the bed. Why?"
"Well ... God, Susie, what do I say now? I mean, I can't blame her." Anita turned to us and burst into laughter and eventually so did we. "He is a good piece of ass, isn't he?" laughed my aunt, and we all nodded and kept laughing. Now that the ice was broken Anita came over and sat on her chair very near to us. She faced Clara and stared at her without a word. "Well, anyway," stammered my aunt, "I feel somewhat the same way about you."
"You do? Then prove it." Anita stood up and moved in close to Clara, proffering her pussy to her. "Suck on this sweaty box if you really like me."
I looked at Clara and saw that she was struggling with her ego. But no amount of pride could come between her and this black cunt.
She took hold of Anita's jutting cheeks and slowly drew her closer, closer, until the woman's pubic bone pushed into her face and Clara's tongue was able to reach out and draw back along the hairy slit. From that moment on I felt like a supernumerary. Anita's attitude changed: she looked very soft and mellow when my aunt began to eat her, and it wasn't long before she needed the rest of the bed to lie down on with her legs drawn up so Clara could eat her at her leisure. I sat on the chair and watched closely. Clara was still fully dressed and Anita was gloriously naked. She had even taken off her wig and laid it by the side as if in preparation for a rough-and-tumble session. It wasn't long before Clara shifted her body around so Anita could get to her private parts, and the black woman reached up under her skirt and drew down her pantyhose, rolling it along my aunt's beautiful thighs with due reverence, and then she dove into her naked cunt with a low groan of passion. Silence prevailed, broken only by the loud sucking noises that escaped them at times and the occasional wail of delight. I didn't know what to do with myself. For a moment I considered taking another stint on the blow-job line, but it was sexier just watching these two in action. They were mak- ing me very horny without paying me the slightest attention, and that created a different dilemma.
I wanted to masturbate urgently. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched and loved by anyone. But when I rubbed my clitoris it seemed so tame next to their orgiastic carryings on that I just didn't feel like trying. Restless, lustful, looking for action, I walked out of the dressing room and into the dingy hallways behind the bar and stage. Billy was hanging out there, keeping an eye on things, and since he Was the only familiar face I struck up a conversation with him. People pushed by us to do their jobs and it was dim and noisy where we were standing, so I suggested we go into my uncle's office. "Sure," said Billy, using a typical sentence in his tiny repertoire.
He wasn't expecting me to seduce him. He was a man who had been working for my uncle for a long time and took orders very well. So when I closed the door behind us and began to shimmy up against him, he looked a little put out. "Come on, Billy, don't you ever make love to any of the girls around here?" I said, rubbing his hard, muscular body. "Don't they ever rub you right here?" My hand moved along the bulge in his tight pants, and stroked it until he got the message.
"Sometimes," he said. A slow smile was beginning to form.
I said that was good and kept caressing his cock through his pants, working the palm of my hand over it insistently until the coiled bulge began to expand and straighten out. It was a massive cock, in perfect proportion to the rest of him, and as it grew, so did my doubts. He was too big for a beginner like me; I should stick with boys for a little longer. Even my uncle looked small next to him! But I could tell he was up for fucking now, and nothing was going to change his mind, just as nothing could stop a supertanker in full sail.
"That's nice," he said, quickly unzipping his fly. It took some doing but at last his cock came out and I nearly fell over at the size of him. His was as long as uncle Ed's and much thicker, a great squat pickle of a cock that was as hard as a rock and raring to do.
"Wow!" I said in spite of the cold sweat of fear forming on my brow. "You're immense!" I made him sit down and kneeled between his legs to service him for a while. With luck I could get him off orally and save my pussy the trouble. At first he seemed very happy with the arrangement. He sat back and relaxed, leaving my mouth, tongue, and teeth to do all the work. It strained my mouth just to take his knob inside so I concentrated mainly on his balls. They fitted just right; big balls dangling into my mouth to be suckled and licked and loved so well that his cock seemed to be growing bigger and thicker every minute. And then I licked my way around and around his throbbing, veined stem until I was under his glans and sliding the tip of my tongue under the awning. Another nibble on his knob and back to his balls, doing that over and over until I thought I had him. Then my hand seized the base of his cock and began to jerk the skin up and down. I felt my pussy quaking and drooling, eager to get some of his hard meat into itself, but I knew he wouldn't stop with an inch or two. He would shove it up me all the way, and that inspired me to work harder. He seemed very near to blowing. His huge, muscular arms were tense as he gripped the chair and his leg muscles almost burst through his pants. He had his eyes closed and his face was red. All I had to do now was to give him the coup de grace and I'd be out of danger.
"Let's fuck," he said. There was no use protesting. He pushed my face away from his cock and took his shoes, socks, and pants off. Now he had on only a T-shirt and that made his cock look bigger than ever. It rose from a nest of pubic hair and pulsed like a flag pole in the wind. I tried to go back down on him but he indicated I should remove my clothing. I began to tremble so much that it was hard to undo the buttons and zippers, and I felt much like a knight taking off his armor while the dragon circles him. But Billy's mind could only cope with one possibility at a time, and for the moment that was to fuck.
"Be gentle with me?" I pleaded as he picked me up and laid me out on my uncle's desk. "You're so big that you could tear me apart!"
"It'll be okay." He placed my legs around his waist so that his knob quivered a mere inch from my cunt hole. I lay back on the desk and clung to the sides for moral support. I couldn't look at what he was doing. If there was going to be pain let it hit me like an ambush.
And that it did. Even though my cunt was sopping wet and wide open with mindless lust, the ouch of his knob didn't make a dent in the most yielding section of my body. His powerful hands parted my pussy lips and stretched my hole a bit. Now I felt his fleshy dome push harder, and I did my best to accommodate him. It was impossible.
"Could you use some cream or something?" I asked him. He didn't seem to understand. His big cock kept moving back and forth, banging into my cunt like a ramrod against a castle door, and he was making no progress at all while making my cunt very sore.
"Sonofabitch!" I heard him mutter. He opened my cunt painfully wide and really pushed his dick home. I let out a scream of pain and he looked at me with some concern. "Sorry," he said, and went right on pushing. It was like leaping flames rising from my belly and searing the inside of my skull! Tears welled up in my eyes and I clung to the desk with all my strength. There was nothing that could stop this monster. His cock remained rigid, his hips rhythmically moved his glans into my cunt, and sooner or later he would succeed in penetrating me. It felt as though he was digging a hole down there.
"Billy, please, stop it!" I cried. "Put something on your dick, anything, spit will do. Oh, Jesus, it hurts so much! This is torture!"
"You'll be okay." He was sweating now and his pig eyes were fixed on my cunt as if he wanted to find another way in. My asshole tightened with terror, but there was no cause to worry. He stood his ground and plowed into me until my cunt opened and let him in an inch. That was all he needed. Now that he had the inch, he went for the foot. With short, pounding jabs he worked my cunt juice around his glans and drove it further down into me, stretching me and hurting me in a way that had me gasping silently. I wanted to scream but no sound would come out. He tunneled his way in and stopped halfway to take a breather. I thought I was going to die.
But it was during this respite that I managed to relax my pussy a little, just enough to take the edge off the pain, and that was all I needed to do to turn the whole experience into its opposite number. The searing pain, the choking sensation, now became a keen pleasure, one totally new to me. "Give me more!" I moaned, skittishly moving my hips up and down to entice him. He looked at me strangely, shrugged, and drew his cock back just a little so he could take a leap into me. It still hurt but the pain was wrapped around a bundle of blissful feelings so I really didn't mind. "Yeah, harder, deeper!" I sighed, wriggling about to let more of him in. I couldn't get over the sudden change. It was as if I'd discovered how to unhinge my cunt or something. He felt so good inside me, so fulfilling, and when all of him was lodged securely between my legs I almost felt sorry there wasn't more to go round.
Now that he had made an impression on my cunt he was able to begin fucking me in earnest. He wasn't an imaginative lover but a conscientious one: with long, steady strokes he drove his cock deep into me and jarred my entire system when his pubic bone met mine. His hands rested on my thighs, squeezing them so that my cunt yawned horizontally, and now and then he toyed with my clitoris as a bonus. I really didn't need anything else. My passions were running riot, seething and boiling, erupting in wild birdlike cries, and my hands grabbed at empty air in an attempt to bring him on top of me. Somehow I felt that if he lay on me he'd be able to penetrate me more deeply.
"FUCK ME BILLY!" I yelled. My mood had switched again. Now I was impatient for my climaxes and his. I wanted him to conquer me, to destroy me, and then to blast me away with his powerful stream of sperm. "OH SHOVE IT UP ME! I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YOU'RE SO BIG!! COME ON, BULL, FUCK ME, YES, HARDER, FASTER, OOOOOOOHHHHH JEEEEEEESUS! YES, ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE AAAA-AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" It all happened together. I came and he blew, and it felt as though a geyser had erupted under my ass and had lifted me six feet into the air. Hot sperm coursed through my cunt and my body, so much of it that it was already spilling out on my uncle's desk. I danced on top of the fountain ecstatically, burbling and drooling, and Billy kept pushing his shrinking cock in and out in a last-minute flurry of lust. As he did so, his huge body sank down on top of me and he became still. His dead weight crushed me and I had to snap out of my euphoria in order to survive.
"Come on, Billy, let me out from under!" I panted, pushing at him until he rolled off me. Things clattered to the floor and glass broke. I didn't care. I got up and opened the window to let in some air. My body glistened with sweat and torrents of sperm cascaded down the insides of my thighs. I found some tissues and began the mopping-up operation when my uncle walked in.
"What is this place, a brothel?" he remarked with mild humor. "I walk into Anita's dressing room and find my wife with her hand up her snatch, so I retire to my office and find my bouncer fucking my niece on my desk! Is nothing sacred?"
"Sorry boss," Billy said, hastily putting his pants and shoes back on. "It won't happen again."
"Ah, she probably provoked you," said Ed. "But try to do it somewhere else than on my desk next time." He surveyed the damage and shook his head. "Young love," he remarked, picking up the stuff.
I washed myself clean and got dressed again. Billy left as soon as he could and resumed his duties and that left Ed and me alone together. I was wondering what he thought of his wife fucking with Anita, but if he was disturbed by it he didn't say so.
"Do you want to come for a quick drive to my movie house?" he asked.
"Sure." The ache in my cunt became acute as the pleasure wore away and I needed something to distract me from it. Ed saw the expression on my face as I rubbed it, and he grinned broadly.
"You took on a lot of man," he said. "A little girl like you and a big guy like him, that really renews my respect for mother nature."
"If you only knew how it hurts," I said. We left the bar and as we got into his car I asked what Clara and Anita were doing.
"Well, when I saw them they had no time for me, but by now it's her turn to get on the stage. Clara will either wait for her or she'll go home. Does it bother you that she and I make out with other people?"
"It doesn't bother me exactly ... I mean, I'll get used to it in time."
"One does, and to anything." He lit a cigarette and drew on it pensively. "Of course there's always the risk that one of us might find someone we like more than the other party. But after all these years it's become a remote possibility."
I thought of the way Clara had looked at Anita and wondered if that possibility had come home to roost, but I said nothing. When we reached his movie house we parked at the back and entered there. The smell of sex (or was it sperm?) titillated my nostrils the moment we stepped inside, and the girl in the box office looked appropriately lewd. I could hear the sound of the film in progress, a breathing, squealing track with a horny beat to the background music. Everything was so crassly sexual that my body began to respond to it at a base level, and suddenly my pussy's pain didn't bother me anymore. The place reeked of lust; I could almost hear the collective throbbing of cock!"
While Ed went through the box office receipts, I peered around the corner to see what the film was about. All I saw was a gigantic cunt being penetrated by a proportionate cock, and the wet sounds generated by this due had been amplified so that it literally thundered through the theater. In the dimness I couldn't make out anyone in particular, but I noticed a few men waiting outside a number of narrow doors set into the wall at the back of the theater. As soon as one came out, another went ia At first I thought the doors led to toilets, a suspicion supported by the way men kept their hands in their pockets and hurried inside as soon as a cubicle was vacant. But then I looked at the screen again, and at the men, and I realized they were seeking a different kind of relief.
One of the men spotted me and without a moment's hesitation he came up to me and said, "How about a blow job, baby, it's worth ten bucks to you." I looked around to see what Ed was doing. The woman in the box office gazed out through her window with supreme boredom and my uncle was bent over his work with his back to me. Ten bucks! I nodded and waited until he got himself a booth. As the former occupant left, he went inside and I followed him. He was already fumbling with his zipper but I held out my hand for the money first. The man paid me in a hurry, then sprang his cock. It shot out like a knife blade and stood up at an angle just waiting to be sucked. I got ready to give it my all but the stranger had his own ideas about an ideal sexual relationship. He took my head between his hands and shoved his cock down my throat.
I tried to cry out but it was too late. He was tucking my face with passion, filling my mouth with cock and grunting like a pig, and all I could do was snatch a breath where I could. I was close to panic much of the time. His cock was too big and too thick, and he used it on me as if I'd been doing nothing else in my life but suck! It slipped in and out with long, fast strokes, pushing its way into my throat briefly and then drawing back to my lips, where it hovered before plunging down again. And just as I was starting to get a bit of pleasure out of the proceedings, he came, squeezed out the last drops and left. Another man was entering the booth already but I ducked through his legs and hurried back to the box office.
"What's that on your lips?" asked my uncle. It was cream but I couldn't tell him that. I wiped it with the back of my hand and said my lips were chapped. "I see. Well, I'm almost done here. Just watch the movie for a few minutes." I sauntered back to the beginning of the aisle and stood out of sight to watch the film. The action hadn't changed much. Now a cock rose from the border of the screen and a big mouth came down over it, sucking it tightly so that the cock flesh stretched each time the mouth moved back. It was like a battle between monsters, the one swallowing, the other stabbing. Then the action changed to another couple who were in the sixty-nine position and the camera came in for intimate close-ups. I wondered what it would be like to work in a porno movie and to have men get very hard over you in dim theaters all over the country. How could a woman sit still knowing that loads of cream were being dedicated to her night after night?
"Now to the club," said my uncle. He drove over to a plush-looking place in a better part of town where a doorman waited to let us out of the car. "Hello, Jones," my uncle said in response to his polite greeting. "How's business?"
"The lunch time crowd just came in, sir," said Jones. "It's a full house right now."
"Ah, good, good." We went through a revolving door into a red carpeted hallway. A hat check girl smiled, a security guard pressed a buzzer, and we were admitted to an inner sanctum of sorts. A great many men were seated comfortably around small tables bearing drinks, and the cigarette and cigar smoke tinted the atmosphere a light blue. When I walked in with my uncle a lot of heads turned to check me out and I felt a blush suffuse my entire body. It was a most pleasant blush, though, a kind of tingly, giddy sensation that made me think of porn stars again.
"Ah, Mr. Rogers, we have a little problem on our hands!" said a man who had rushed up the moment we stepped inside. "Florida tripped backstage and now has a sprained ankle!"
"What about the other girls?"
"Oh, they're ready to go, but you know how the crowd loves Florida. They're getting restless al- ready and I don't know what to do! Florida could go on with her ankle bandaged up but it would hardly be sensual, would it?"
"No, it wouldn't." Ed waved at some of his friends as he made for the backstage area, and I followed in his wake. The women were in an uproar back there. They milled around the star of the show, who sat in an easy chair and rested her swollen ankle on a big cushion. She was indeed a beautiful woman, tall, enormous tits, a cute face and lovely long legs, I could see why the men went so crazy about her. Her wide mouth had a sexy quality about it, something naughty but nice, and her eyes were big and blue. If her face hadn't been contorted by pain she would have turned me on, too. "Well, it looks like you've got some sick leave due," Ed told her. "Unless you want to develop a strip number for the wheelchair, of course."
"That's not a bad idea." She grinned and threw up her hands as if she wanted to apologize for making trouble for him. Ed looked worried. The customers were beginning to clap and chant for Florida. I looked the other girls over and while they were as beautiful as Florida, they weren't as tempting.
"What if I took her place?" I asked my uncle, whispering so the other women wouldn't hear me. "I mean, I'm not as good as she is but they might like me just because I'm a new face ... right?" Ed looked at me thoughtfully. He had no choice and he knew it, yet he didn't want to ruin his sister's child either. "Come on, just once," I said. "I won't ask you again if you refuse me but I would really like to know what it's like to do that sort of thing in front of so many men."
"You would, huh?" Another minute's thought. "Okay, go ahead; let's see what you can do."
"What about a costume?" I looked at Florida in her sequins and feathers and all those tricky garments strippers wear. They didn't have a spare one. I would have to go as I was. Because the men were now yelling out loud for their favorite, I had to go on right away. When they told me that, I suffered a drastic change of mind. Had I been more courageous I would have chickened out. But my pride forced me to walk toward the stage.
The footlights shone up into my face and blocked all the customers from view until I was used to the lights. I was trembling and I was sure they all knew how terrified I was. But the chanting for Florida had stopped. An expectant silence reigned as the music began to play softly in the background. I stood on the stage awkwardly and tried to find a cue in the low, throbbing beat. One of the strippers stood in the wings and bared her teeth at me to get me to smile at the audience. That was a good idea. I forced myself to smile and from there it wasn't too hard to get into motion. A few dance steps that I had learned in school came in handy, a little bit of hip swinging, and then one of the men in the audience shouted, "Go to it sweetheart, you're doing just fine!"
I wanted to kiss that man! He gave me the jolt I needed, and I began to take advantage of what I had. My tits were free under the skimpy blouse I wore, so I made my pace more emphatic to get them to shiver and shake for the men. And to make sure they were focused on my tits I cupped them in both hands and jiggled them, smiling all the while. Someone whistled, another leaned forward over the edge of the stage and made an obscene gesture with his tongue. It felt as though I was slowly tuning in to their needs. One gesture was correct, the other fell flat, and by a process of elimination I made up a routine on the spot.
"Go ahead, sweetheart! Give it to me!"
"Come on, baby, let's see those beautiful tits!"
I could hardly wait to show them off. I knew they'd like them. But for the sake of suspense I kept my blouse on. I fondled my tits and made ecstatic faces, I bent over the edge of the stage and brought them closer to my adoring public, and I reached up under the shirt to get at my naked flesh. That really brought the men to their feet. Catcalls, suggestions, and proposals rang through the blue atmosphere. The first record was over and the second started up. Now was the time to give them what they had been asking for. I grabbed the blouse with both hands and tore it up so that the buttons popped out into the audience. "YAY!" they yelled, much like a bunch of high schoolers watching their team score. Holding my blouse open I made my tits shake from side to side. There wasn't much movement in them, just a stilted shiver, but it was enough for them. And when I slowly took off my blouse dozens of hands reached up in the air to get at it for a souvenir. I gave it up graciously.
By this time my entire body throbbed with passion. I wanted to give more than just my blouse; I wanted to donate my body to these sex-starved men! And yet there was a devil in me, too, a malicious tease that wanted to make them suffer! The vibrations of their cocks orchestrated my movements now. I was slinky, sexy, fatale, as I swayed along the surface of the stage with my hands caressing myself and my tongue sliding restlessly about my lips as if getting ready to receive a too large cock. Several times I reclined by the side of the stage so that men could touch me with moist fingertips. Their hot breath provoked a weird giggle of power in me, and I would jump back up to tower over them, squeezing my tits painfully and wrenching them up so that the tip of my tongue could touch the nipples.
The second record ended. With it ended the catcalls and the ribaldry. The men were ready for serious business, and that serious business burned right between my thighs. I had to lecture myself quickly: don't give in, tease them, torture them, but don't give in! I checked the wings and found the whole cast standing there watching me with awe in their eyes. My uncle gave me the thumbs-up sign. Even Florida was there, supported by her friends and colleagues.
The problem now was to get my jeans off without making a fool of myself. They were tight so my shoes had to go first. To get them off I simply sat on the edge of the stage and let someone take them off for me. Then, back on my feet again, I undid the zipper and reached down between my legs to j masturbate for a moment. They thought I was doing that for their sake but I was so horny that I just had to get a bit of relief. My finger found the hard little knob between my swollen labia, and quickly rubbed it until I felt my body go tense. "Oooooooohhhhhh!" I sighed, withdrawing my hand and licking the finger. The audience yelled their appreciation. Now that my eyes were used to the difference in lighting I could make out some of their features, even what they were doing down there in the shadows, and I noticed a lot of hands lying anything but idle in laps. One man was rubbing his cock openly through his pants and his eyes were fixed on my cunt. For him I did a couple of bumps and grinds, pushing my cunt out at him like I wanted to blow him a fuck from afar.
'Take it off!" men cried. My hands slipped in between the jeans and my hips and slowly pushed the garment downward over the curve of my ass, further down to reveal the rise of my pubic bone, and there I stopped for a moment to do a few more steps and turns. Everyone had to see what I had. I moved around the perimeter of the stage and wiggled my flesh and ass, bent over, played with myself, and they all craned their necks to see what was still concealed. At the last plausible moment I slipped the jeans down to my thighs and stood there turning tight circles with my legs firmly pressed together. They were applauding and whistling, and to make sure they knew what to expect I grabbed my ass cheeks and opened them briefly by way of a preview.
From there on it was simple. I sat down in the center of the stage and worked the tight jeans down along my legs inch by inch, taking a quarter turn every half-minute. The club was silent except for heavy breathing. When they saw my shaven pussy there was a low groan of agony, and one man rushed out and locked himself in the bathroom. Others were less concerned with their public image. I saw them take their dicks out and masturbate fervently, all the while leaning over to get as close to my pussy as possible. What were they seeing there? I wondered. Their daughters, perhaps, or the teeny-boppers in the street? Or idealized wives. Whatever it was, it made them very hard and horny, and all that fed back to me to make me so wet that I heard my cunt smack its lips against the smooth boards of the stage.
The jeans came off and sailed through the air. Men leaped up from their chairs to get at them and when they couldn't struggle anymore they quickly agreed to pass them from one to the other, each man sniffing the crotch until there couldn't have been any scent left. I watched them for a while, forgetting about my act as they paid homage to my pussy in their own peculiar fashion. But then it was back to work, dancing, strutting, edging toward them and bringing my cunt within touching distance only to withdraw it quickly.
I didn't know what the regulations were, whether I could let them touch me or not, so I moved back toward the wings and asked my uncle. He said that it was a private club, anything was allowed, and I hastened back to my ardent fans to share my bounties with them. I didn't give it all at once, just a drop here and a drop there, and their response was so enthusiastic that I just couldn't tear myself away from them. Hands came from everywhere to caress my pussy, to penetrate it, to touch my tits, my ass, my thighs, and when I thought they'd had enough for a while I'd leap back and do my high school dance in the center again, teasing them, working them up to the next treat. The power that surged through me during that time made me climax in diffuse and wonderful ways. It felt as though my body was punctured with tiny holes from which my orgasms escaped every which way, and no sooner had one evaporated than another began to build up. I did everything I wanted with them, they were my willing sex slaves. A bald man sat right by the stage and I climbed up on his shoulders to grind my cunt against his billiard-ball skull. Another man sat up to his nose in my jeans, and so I gave him a taste of the real thing. Volunteers came from all over the room to kiss my pussy. I made myself comfortable on the stage, my legs drawn back and to opposite sides, and I waited for them to kiss my cunt the way big shots get to have their rings kissed. My head was spinning and I was rapidly losing my cool. Mass-rape fantasies spooked my thoughts, terrifying me and elating me. The men were working up to it the way fascists build up at rallies; their eyes were turning mean, their caresses became vicious and probing, their breath became hotter, and the deep groan of lust conveyed itself to my highly vulnerable body. With sudden decision I jumped up, took a bow, and fled the stage. They were climbing up on it and seemed on the point of following me, but Ed went out and acted as a bright and breezy MC, effectively discharging their emotions.
"Jesus, honey, that was some performance!" said Florida, patting me on the shoulder. "You almost caused a riot there!"
"Wow!" said some of the other girls enviously. "That shaven pussy of yours sure gets them going. I'll bet the blood flowed into some disused channels this afternoon!"
"You could shave your pussy all you wanted and you couldn't get them so worked up," Florida said abrasively. "This little girl has talent, that's the difference." None of them liked that remark but the show had to go on and the next performer went out to meet a hot crowd. Uncle Ed came back and wrapped a robe around me.
"We're getting out of here while the going is good," he said, half-joking, half-serious. "The place stinks like a wheat germ factory." And so it did. As he hustled me through the club I could smell sperm all over the place. My passions were still turbulent and no sooner were we in the car than I asked if he minded if I .gave myself a little relief. "Help yourself," he said. I stuck both my hands between my legs and began to masturbate roughly to take the edge of my lust. He maneuvered the car through the midday traffic, staring at my pussy now and then and almost getting into an accident as a result. I didn't mind nor did I care. I had been turned on, critically overloaded with sexual energy, and some of it just had to be dissipated ... all over my uncle's car.
CHAPTER SIX
"Who the hell told you to turn a trick!" my uncle demanded. His face was red with rage and he stood over me like an enemy interrogator. "What's your mother going to think when she hears this!" His lecture had washed over my head and his finale wasn't interfering with my plotting. My mind was made up to clarify the situation to him.
"What would my mother think of me sleeping with you and Clara for that matter?" I said when he stopped to take a breath. His mouth fell shut and he stared at me ominously. "Don't you understand?" I said more kindly. "Fucking for money isn't all that different from fucking for free. You didn't care when you found me and Billy screwing in your office but just because this guy put up money in exchange for his type of fun, you think I'm a fallen woman. For a man who makes his daily bread the way you do, that's a very peculiar attitude."
Silence reigned. I could tell he wanted to hit me if only to vent his general frustrations. If Clara had been sitting at home waiting for him, he wouldn't have been so ruffled. There was no way of telling what he would do and mentally I was already cringing to meet the blow. But then the phone rang. He picked it up without taking his eyes off me. "Yes? Clara! Oh, baby, is it really you?" He turned his back to me and hunched over the phone as though he wanted to be alone with her. I was all for that. Quickly I snuck out of his office and bumped into a tall, dark man. He was just standing there, much to my amazement, but a few of the women were already advancing toward him with dishonorable intentions.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir," I said, taking him by the sleeve of his jacket. "This way, please." He came along with me without resistance and the girls glowered at me as I passed them. I felt confident and competent in this setting after getting my first customer off in the prescribed time and escaping my uncle's wrath straight thereafter. Not until he and I were alone in the cubicle did doubt set in. The door closed behind him and he faced me, his dark eyes boring into mine, his composure perfectly controlled. "Er . . . what would you like me ... what would you like to do?" I asked.
"What would I like to do?" He walked around me slowly and I could feel his eyes skating along my skin. "Make me a few suggestions. How would you like me to fuck you?"
"Well, I don't know," I said, stammering with embarrassment. He was so much smarter than me, completely in control, how could I tell him anything?
"You don't know." Another pause. I was getting nervous about the amount of time the preliminaries were taking. Perhaps I ought to make a move to get him started. I approached him and reached down to his lap but he pushed me back. The bed hit me in the back of my knees and I crashed down on it. "I think I'll take you in the Greek style," he said.
"Could you explain that to me?" My voice was high pitched, girlish, suddenly. I could only appeal to his paternal side now that I'd blown my act as a woman. I hoped my fluttering lashes and my submissive demeanor would melt him a little, just enough for him to be friendly to me arid explain life and sex to me.
"Take that garment off," he said curtly. He himself sat down to take off his shoes and socks. He paid no attention to me until he was naked and by that time I was all eyes. His cock was limp but I could tell it was a magnificent member. I liked every part of his body actually, the pronounced abdominal muscles, the deep chest, his powerful arms and legs, and that handsome, inscrutable face. His tan indicated that he wasn't an office worker; or if he was, he spent a lot of time in the sun working out. No, he looked more like a TV star or a professional tennis player. He didn't look familiar to me but he looked famous just the same. Now that he was naked and I was naked I became very nervous indeed. There wasn't anything I could do for this man! Why did he visit brothels, anyway? With his looks and confidence he could pick up girls by the gross!
"Delicious," he said with a cool, appraising look at my tits and ass. "Just right for the Greek entry. I won't tell you what that means, I'll just show you ... when you're ready for it." He took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. His tongue worked its way into my mouth and in a minute flat he had me wet and throbbing all over! I couldn't believe this guy! He wasn't supposed to be making love to me like I was his wife. He was supposed to fuck me like a whore. But he kissed me passionately and his hands caressed my ass lovingly, squeezing my buns and running a light finger along the split so that my asshole contracted in delight. His muscles rippled against my body. His aftershave, lotion titillated my nostrils. And down below, against my belly, his cock pulsed and grew very large.
I had forgotten all about the time. If this guy wanted to take all day he was welcome to! His hands did criminal things to me, touching me and probing me in all those supersensitive spots so that my knees got weak and my pussy dripped all over the place. His cock was rock hard now and it pushed into my belly like a loaded gun. I couldn't stand much more. My arms went around his neck and I let my weight drag. He landed on top of me, still kissing and touching me, his cock riding along the flesh of my belly. It wouldn't be long now before that magnificent weapon slid into my pussy and played havoc with my body and mind! Internal shivers squeezed more juice from my pussy and I hugged him in tight fit of passion.
"Now I'm going to munch your pussy," he said in a low, throaty voice. "I want you to lie back and let it all happen to you. A girl like you is made to be loved." I had never heard such sexy words. My body went limp from head to toe when his face moved along my tits and belly to get at my smooth pussy, and when the tip of his tongue rushed up and down the length of my cunt I thought I'd pass out! Somehow he had prepared every part of me thoroughly beforehand and now all he had to do was touch me to set me off like a bomb!
He wasn't a casual muncher, either. He went at it hammer and tongs, sucking and licking, digging his fingers into my cunt and reaming them up me until my legs were high up in the air and spread as far apart as they could be just to let all of him inside. His tongue flayed my clitoris to the point of no return and one of his hands rubbed my tits just the way I liked them to be rubbed. "That's beautiful!" I told him in strained little gasps. "I love what you're doing to me! Oh, don't ever stop!"
"Just relax, baby," he said. His thumb slipped into my cunt and lodged deep inside, and then his index used my cunt juices to insinuate itself into my asshole. At first it felt uncomfortable in there but I said nothing. Even if he'd shoved a broomstick up my ass I would have put up with it, just for him! And within a minute or so his finger felt good up my ass, especially when he started to move it in and out like a small, slender cock. He took his time. I'd been fore played into total submission several times before he showed any inclination to fuck me. That index finger kept, tugging at my sphincters, opening my ass up, smearing more of my pussy oils into it, widening the hole, adding another finger, and the more he did the better it felt. In spite of all the attention he paid to my back door, I didn't suspect that he would fuck any hole but the one most men desired. Only when he made me turn over on my stomach did the implications of "Greek" love emerge from the dimness.
And then it was too late. He moved into position and his knob touched down on my distended asshole. Panicky impulses made my sphincters contract right away but they had been lulled into a false sense of security. "Oh, no!" I whimpered. I grabbed hold of the pillows and buried my face in them so he wouldn't hear me cry out. It was painful just to have his thick cock pressing hard against my asshole. He was stretching that hole farther and farther, and I didn't think any of the preamble had had much of an effect. What had happened to the lubricants and the reaming? I felt as if a raspberry pit wouldn't pass through the orifice just then, yet his cock kept pushing, forcing, barging in, making headway by millimeters at the expense of my ass.
His entire glans was inside me except for the widest part. The flesh awning was still lodged between my sphincter muscles and it felt as though he wouldn't quite make it. I was choking on his meat, gasping in pain, and biting the pillow in desperation. He couldn't go through with this, it was too cruel! His dick would have given my pussy pain! At last that knob slipped by the barriers and for a moment I could breathe. But he didn't stop there. Now he wanted to get his thick shaft up me. Everything in me resisted him. I couldn't let him in all the way, there simply wasn't the room! Back and forth, back and forth, driving his cock up me a. little further each time he thrust down, ignoring my stifled sobs and tense muscles. "Animal!" I cried into the muffling pillow. He kept right on fucking me.
When he had his whole cock up my ass and I thought I was near to dying, he stopped. There wasn't a sound in the room but for the pounding of blood in my temples. "Take a break, baby," he whispered. "Let your tight little ass adjust a while." A wave of gratitude washed over me. A break! Thank Christ! It acted on me like oil of cloves on a sore tooth. Within seconds I felt pleasantly numb all over, barely aware of that great big dong stuck in my asshole. His body was on top of mine and it pressed me into the soft mattress just like a total massage. It relaxed me even more and since he didn't seem near to starting again I let all my guards down and drifted into a sleepy euphoria. I knew he would start up sooner or later but I couldn't think about that. His hands were on my tits and he was pinching my nipples ever so gently, just like a real gentleman lover. That felt very nice and I came to the conclusion that he couldn't possibly subject me to any more pain.
"Ready, baby?" he whispered. In my drowsy condition I took that to mean that he was going to switch holes, so I nodded. His cock moved back very slowly. I relaxed utterly so it could exit graciously. I was smiling and getting ready for an onslaught of pure ecstasy. "Here it comes," he said when his cock was almost out. "Brace yourself." Sure I would. I cocked my ass up so he could stuff his cock into my pussy all the more easily, and waited patiently. He wasn't moving. His knob was resting against my asshole as if leaning to get its breath. And then he shoved it back up my ass with all his strength!
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW JEEEEEE-EEEEE-SUSSSSSSSH" I yelled, rearing up from the pillows. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck my ass. "PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! AH SHIT IT HURTS!! NO, NO, DONT DO IT AGAIN NOOOOOOHHHH, OUCH, OUCH, NO, OH PLEASE SIR AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Two powerful thrusts followed the first one. The pain was searing and I tried to struggle out from under him. But he had me impaled on his cock and no matter how I fought I couldn't get away. I was about to start yelling for mercy again when I realized something strange had happened. His cock plunged back up my ass but the pain wasn't painful. It was a bit like sticking your finger under water that you expect to be hot; even if it's ice cold, it'll burn you. But after a couple of deep stabs I realized that I was experiencing pleasure on an entirely new level. Each time his cock buried itself up my asshole, it set my pussy and clitoris alight with erotic energy, and thick streams of pleasure coursed through my body to activate every nerve and fiber there to make me electric with sensuality! In and out with strong strokes, he had found his pace, and I galloped under him happy as a pony.
He fucked me beautifully. When he released his load of cream it was like the crescendo to a beatific symphony. He had me catapulting into clouds of pure bliss and doing loop-de-loops in orgasmic fits, and that blurt of sperm topped it all off like chocolate sauce over ice cream. He stayed in me until his cock shrank back to its normal size and then he rolled off and told me to get his cigarettes out of his jacket. I obeyed him before I'd even given it a thought. Together we lay on the bed and smoked in silence. There was nothing to say. I knew how he felt and he could easily tell how I felt. Even though my ass felt as though I'd fallen on a telephone pole, my sense of utter satisfaction nullified all unpleasantries.
"Hey, what's going on in there!" It was Heidie's voice and she was hammering on my door with her fists. "There are customers waiting. Come on, hop to it girl!"
"I'm sorry," I said to him. He just smiled and got dressed. But before he left he gave me a business card and told me to call him up any time I felt like quitting the house. I didn't have time to tell him I was only working here for the day and that I'd gladly go with him right away. Heidie rushed me off to the bathroom, made me wash my ass, and put me back into the line-up all in the space of a minute.
A tubby man picked me out and took me to another cubicle. Girls were either coming or going with their escorts, everything was rushed and impersonal, even the customers were glancing at their watches before they went inside. The glamor of the business was wearing off rapidly.
"Suck it," said the tubby man. He had opened his fly and his dick stuck out like someone's little finger. "Come on, bitch, get on you knees and suck it till I come all over your face." A host of quips came to mind, all of them cutting, nut-cracking put-downs, but I had to swallow them along with his cock. "That's right," sneered the man, "eat it, you pig! All you sluts love to suck cock. It's all you live for, isn't it! Just nod your head if I'm right. Of course I'm right. You dream about sucking cock, you live for it, you can't wait to adore the phallus! But I only give it out when I want to, not when you sperm-swallowing bitches want it. I'm my own man, bitch, and I know you know it!"
His cock wasn't much but it was kind of cute. I ignored his silly remarks and made myself act professionally. I nodded when he wanted me to affirm his existence and in between that I licked and sucked on his cock as if it was my favorite flavor lollipop. The man stood with his legs set well apart and his arms akimbo, looking down at me as though I was his slave girl and he was savoring his own superiority over me. Let him, let him, I told myself. God knows how much he paid for his privileges.
By jerking him off with thumb and finger and nibbling and gnawing at his most sensitive areas, I managed to bring the man undone in several minutes. He became very tense and red faced but he stood still and let me suck the sperm out of his cock. Then, with the last drop tipped into my mouth, he withdrew his piece and carefully tucked it back into his pants. "Bitch!" was his parting remark. "You should be paying me!"
"True," I said, "it's the cutest little thing I ever did see!" Again he turned red but for different reasons. He stalked down the corridor and I went to the lounge to fetch my next customer, only to be intercepted by Ed.
"Come on, we're going home," he said. "Clara's back and we have some talking to do. You don't mind, do you?" I looked at the line-up of men waiting for service and I said I didn't mind in the least. He waited while I changed back into my street clothes, and then we drove at full speed back to the apartment. Ed didn't say anything to me on the way there. He looked happy but it was a qualified kind of happiness. Her return, apparently the result of a semi-successful affair with Anita, had not been unconditional. I was able to guess the rest: Anita was still with Clara, only now they were both living at his place. Another man might have been happy to find himself sharing an apartment with three women. Ed, however, had misgivings about his wife's passion for him and for Anita.
My suspicions were confirmed the moment we got into the apartment. Anita sat in the living room and nursed a drink. She had her feet up on the table and looked as much at home as anybody could. When Ed walked in, she greeted him casually and winked at me. It was a women's conspiracy as far as she was concerned but I wanted no part of that. I would choose my side when I had all the facts. At that moment I felt for Ed. Clara was nervous when she came toward him but also determined.
"I want the three of us to live together, Ed," she said. "I love you and I love her and right now I don't know who I love more." I helped myself to a cigarette and sat in a neutral comer to witness the event at my leisure. The emotions expressed by the various parties were both predictable and changeable. Anita was haughty one minute, the triumphant intruder, and then she became scared of Ed's physical strength. Clara went from arrogance to girlish timidity. Ed tried to brutalize her out of her decision and then turned to cajoling, resorting to indifference only as a last resort. It made me wonder what it meant to be an adult. To me the situation was very clear. If Clara wanted to hang out with Anita let her do it somewhere else. But Ed loved Clara and she loved him, that was the crux of the problem.
"Okay, we'll try it," said Ed at long last. Clara heaved a sigh of relief. "But I warn you now, if it doesn't work out you're going to have to make the choice."
"Let's hope it won't come to that," she said. "I'm sure well be all right," Anita added, but her hypocrisy was palpable.
There was some more polite chit-chat during which I took time out to see who exactly I had met in Ed's bordello. The business card wasn't too informative. His name was Ben Collins and his occupation was given as "Manager". Manager of what? Apart from his phone number, the card was blank. I retired to my room and dialed the number. Ben answered.
"What exactly do you manage?" I asked.
"Come to this address tomorrow evening and you'll find out," he said. He gave me the address and hung up. If nothing else, his ways indicated he didn't manage double debentured stock certificates. But even if he had, I would have gone to him. I wrote the address on the back of his card and tucked it away in a safe place, freshened up, and joined the others for lunch. It was like eating with cats and dogs down there. Anita was the one pole, Ed was the other, and Clara flashed between them like an electric spark. I remained safely neutral but I was relieved when Ed told me he was going to show me the rest of his business during the afternoon.
"That woman is crazy," he said when we were back in the car and on the road. "It can't work out with Anita there, it's just impossible! Why can't I make myself tell her? Take it from me, Susie, stick with men. Women are too unreliable."
"Yes, sure," I said to soothe him. It took his business to get his marriage off his mind. He drove through streets lined with porno book stores and X-rated movie houses and proudly pointed out the ones he owned. He talked about various criminal syndicates that had tried to get a slice of his pie, and how he had thwarted them with purely legalistic and contractual means. The details of his cleverness were lost on me but I admired his independence. We dropped into a complex of offices on one floor of a modern building and he showed me his publishing operations. Young men and women were bent over typewriters in one section, manuscripts were taken to other offices where they were put on tape and transformed into galleys, and later into books. Everyone was working very hard but no one looked prosperous.
"All my businesses are managed," he told me later. "Managers always work harder than owners, either to work up a reputation in the industry or to maintain it. I need them to make money and they need me as a kind of security blanket. You see, if they were the owners they'd be too worried about profit to do a good job."
"So the managers are making you rich?"
"Well, not exactly." He lit up a cigarette at a traffic light and looked with smugness at the rows of sexually orientated establishments about him. "Managers serve to keep the people below them anxious. They're the people who take a section of the job and perform it efficiently within those limits. The manager has to deal with the big picture, which no one can do. So in actual fact its the middle- and lower-level employees who make my money for me, but since they trivialize their functions as much as the manager magnifies his, only I know who does what."
"You're a clever devil," I said, and right then and there I made up my mind never to work for a living on the lower, middle, or even upper levels of any job. If I was going to get screwed I figured it might as well be sexually.
"Yes, and all these establishments earn me a lot of money. But none can compare with this one." He stopped the car in front of an unassuming building bearing the sign "Rogers Escort Agency". "It's my favorite project," he went on as we made our way to the entrance. "Only the most beautiful men and women work here for me and they attend only the best functions. I don't think there's anything quite as decadent in the whole city. You see, what we do here is rent out people to parties or individuals who can, with certain extreme exceptions, use our people any way they want."
My mind grappled with that idea unsuccessfully. We walked through a deeply carpeted reception area into a large office. I looked around for the BP's in vain but saw no one. "And what's best about the project is that there is virtually no overhead," said uncle Ed, sitting behind his desk. "I maintain this office for the sake of respectability. The receptionist you saw out there actually runs the entire operation. She has the names and phone numbers of our employees, she knows the kind of clientele we want, and by means of an elaborate procedure of cross-referencing she makes sure we send our boys and girls to the correct households.
We charge five hundred dollars for this service, two hundred of which goes to the employees. And we never have less than ten engagements every night of the week. Work it out for yourself."
"If it's so easy to make money hand over fist," I asked, "why isn't everyone rich?"
"Ah, that's a good question," Ed said, "and I can't offer you a satisfactory answer. Perhaps its because there are three commodities that everyone wants. The first is food and shelter, the second is money, and the third is sex, and it's about in that order. The first two needs are respectable and so everyone is in the business of satisfying one or the other. That makes for a crowded field. Only a few intrepid entrepreneurs like myself have faced up to sex in all its magnificence and ugliness and we have decided to dole it out in quantities as large as the appetite and pocketbook of the individual are. I guess it'll be just as competitive in my business one day ... but by then my whores will all be old and I'll open up a clothing factory with them." He laughed and lit himself a cigar with a congratulatory air. "Clara's up to her nose in the business, too. That beauty parlor is one venture but she also has a straight out brothel for ladies only, she runs a referral agency for lonely dykes and she has recently come up with the idea of door-to-door gigolos for the long-suffering wives in the suburbs."
"Wow! Hey listen, Ed, send me on one of those assignments," I said. "I want to learn everything there is to learn about your business so I can do something in the same line when I get home. And if you let me get the practical experience I'll be sure to succeed."
"I was waiting for you to ask," he grinned. "Amelia! Bring in the roster for tonight, honey." His secretary cum receptionist entered with a calf-leather bound log and he leafed through it to see who I would be best suited for. "Now you have to do this right," he cautioned me. "I want to keep the agency's reputation high so there'll be no backing out halfway through the party." I promised him I'd see it through and he gave me a typed card bearing all the information I would need.
I arrived at a stately mansion set in an upper-class neighborhood. The smell of money drifted through the manicured hedges and the wrought iron gates. Long, sleek cars were unloading their cargo at marble doorsteps, and party goers moved languidly in between the Doric columns. The security guard at the gate told me to go around to the back of the house where I would find a tradesman's entrance. I was nervous, too nervous to be concerned with the issue of separate entrances. A maid passed me on to a butler and he reluctantly instructed me to disrobe and to position myself in the center of the library.
"After the dinner," he said, "the ladies will go to One room and the gentlemen will take their coffee and cigars in the library. You will be there at their disposal. Take this robe to cover your person until then."
"Okay." I left my clothes in the servants' bathroom and the butler made sure I got into the library without anyone seeing me. I asked him if this happened often at the parties thrown at the house, and he said it was a popular feature. His disapproval of me was too great for him to talk to me, however, and he soon disappeared. I sat in the library and wondered where the books were. The room looked more like that in a club, with oak paneling and dark green drapes, round tables, deep chairs, oil paintings on the wall, everything orderly and dull-except for a table in the very center of the room.
I walked over to it and inspected it closely. The top of it was glass, a mirror actually, with small lights set about the perimeter. A switch operated a mechanism that turned the mirror slowly. The gentlemen would be able to see everything without getting their fingers sticky. The impulse to cut and run grew very strong in me but I remembered my promise to Ed. I would see it through if it was the last thing I did.
Servants came in and out of the library. Since most of the guests were in another part of the mansion, the servants were relaxed. They sauntered in with glasses and trays of ashtrays and cigar boxes, bottles and mints, and winked at me when they came past me. I sat huddled in an easy chair with my robe wrapped about me. I kept staring at that table and thinking how exposed I would be to all those strangers. There was no way to stop this brooding, and the more I did it the worse my nervousness became. I was, therefore, grateful when one of the servants interrupted his work to chat with me. He had a hand towel over his arm and was dressed much like a waiter.
"Hello, darling," he said breezily, sitting in a chair next to mine. "What are you looking so glum about? You're going to be a big hit tonight, take my word for it. Those jumped-up snots are going to cream their briefs over you!"
"It's nice of you to say that," I said wanly.
"What are you worried about? Look at you, beautiful, delicious, every man with a drop of red blood in his veins wants to get into your pants. And that includes me, darling. I'm in the front of the line!"
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls." I tried to make light of the situation but that only had the effect of encouraging him in his attempt at seducing me.
"Look at this," he said, standing up and rubbing the bulge in his pants. "See what you do to me? I keep thinking of how you're naked under that robe and it makes me so hard that I have to do something about it. So either you make life sweet for me or I'll have to rush into the bathroom to beat this load off." I looked at him with my full attention now and found him nice enough to look at. He was a small man, quick talking, lively, dark, and the size of his hard-on was impressive.
"It'd be nice to do it with you," I said, "but if we get caught I'm in a whole lot of trouble, and I'm sure you would be, too."
"You mean, if I can make sure we don't get caught you'll put out for me? Then hold on, baby, I'll fix that in no time." He moved speedily to the door and whispered something into a colleague's ear. That man nodded and closed the door. The waiter came at me with a big grin plastered all over his face. "Now then, beautiful, let's take off that robe," he said. His fingers quickly undid his fly and he pulled out his big hard cock with an effort. It was only fair of me to remove my robe, but in truth I wasn't ready to respond to him. My pussy was dry and the sight of his cock couldn't excite me. "Let's go," he said. He took me by the ankles and lifted my legs high to maneuver himself in between my thighs with his cock near my cunt-hole. It didn't seem to matter to him that I was cold. He just wanted to stick it in me.
I didn't say anything. He tried to put his cock into my pussy and failed miserably. The resistance was too much for him, and no matter what he did I wouldn't open up to him. He was starting to take it personally when I suggested he lubricate me a bit. "Oh, yeah, sure," he said. I thought he would go down on me, an idea that had a lot of appeal for me. But instead he found a patty of butter which he warmed between his fingers and then smeared all over my cunt-hole.
"There!" he said triumphantly. His cock slipped into me very easily now that there was butter all over my pussy. It felt sort of nice but he had a long way to go before I'd catch up with him. The waiter didn't seem to notice. He was so happy to have his cock inside me that he closed his eyes and leaned back, muttering to himself what a delicious piece of ass I was and shoving his cock up me with all his strength.
I sort of resigned myself to letting him have his way until I remembered that mirror surface on the table. If he shot his load in me I would have cream dripping out of me all night long! My employers wouldn't like that. I felt sure they hadn't laid out five-hundred bucks to have me putting it on for their servants. "Hey, wait awhile," I said, as if an idea had just hit me. "Why don't you put it in my mouth? I'd love to suck your big dick off. What do you say?"
"Wait awhile!" he panted. His face was flushed and his mouth was slack. This man was too far gone to think. Butter squelched in my pussy and his body was so tense that I was sure he'd blow his wad any minute! I didn't know what to do. My cunt was responding mindlessly, of course, getting very wet and sloppy over the reaming, intruding cock, but the rest of me wanted him out right away! A week or two ago I would have acted on such an impulse and he would have bashed me one. The experience I'd had since then helped me to time my move correctly. I could tell he was close to coming. He was fucking me fast and his breath came out in brief gasps, and on top of that he was squeezing the life out of me.
"AAAAAHHHH JEEEEESUSSSSS!" I screamed. "OH YES, FUCK ME YOU BIG COCK, PUT IT IN ME, FUCK M-" His hand came over my mouth and he shut off my yelling abruptly.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid cunt!" he hissed. "Do you want the whole place to hear you? Christ!"
I apologized but inwardly I was smiling.
"I mean, I'm glad it felt good but I don't want you to make no noise, understand?"
That was the way I had planned it. He was angry and flattered, and now he gladly consented to stuff his cock into my mouth. "Here, eat it, that way you're not going to do any yelling."
"Oh, good!" I cried, and my tongue wrapped itself around his glans. He tasted of buttered pussy at first, a weird combination that grew on me after a few licks. While I worked my tongue around and around his thick stalk I managed to get hold of his hand towel. I pressed it up against my pussy and rubbed the butter and juice off it slowly. There was no hurry now that his dick was in my mouth. He had seated himself in the easy chair and lay back' with his pants around his ankles, dreaming wetly and gladly, and he was in no hurry to terminate the experience. I made my caresses light and subtle so as to work him into his reverie all the more thoroughly, just to make sure he wouldn't get the urge to fuck me again. I licked his balls and went a little further down to rim him a bit before I took his whole cock into my mouth.
When his stalk disappeared between my lips and his knob lodged among my throat muscles, the waiter shuddered from head to foot and clutched at the armrests of his chair. "Oooohhhh baby!" he sighed. "You make me feel sooooo nice! Yeah, keep doing that to me, ooohhh beautiful!" I agreed with him. The strength, the virility of his cock, vibrated through my mouth and throat to excite my belly and pussy and all the rest of me in turn, and pretty soon I was sucking him off with such verve that I almost made myself gag several times. I kept the hand towel pressed to my cunt to absorb the fresh juice oozing out of me, but even as I pressed I also rubbed myself with it and that only made me wetter.
My excitement grew to such proportions that I wanted to move a step ahead in the game of cock-sucking. His balls dangled against my chin. Was there a way of fitting them in with the rest of his cock? I wasn't game to try for quite a while. I kept sucking him off and licking and nibbling the smooth, rubbery glans, but after some time I couldn't resist the heavy eggs any longer. I opened my mouth as far as I could and gingerly took one of the balls and pressed it into the comer of my mouth. It slipped inside but not without a struggle. I had to rest after that, and so I sat on the ground with his cock and one ball in my mouth, breathing heavily through my nose. The waiter seemed to have expired. Another deep breath and I tried for the second one. The muscles in my jaws were stretched to the painful limit, his knob was choking me, and I saw red, but that second ball slipped inside, scrotum and all, and once it was inside I was able to relax slightly.
"Holy mother of Christ!" groaned the waiter. He was staring at me in awe, not moving a muscle out of pure fear, and so horny that his cream began to a flow out of his cock of its own accord. "This can't be true!" He shook his head and closed his eyes, and his body drained itself of his vital fluids until I had a "bellyful." I had to wait until he had shrunk considerably before I let him out. My jaws wouldn't take much more strain. And when he was out it became clear that I had myself a fan. He couldn't do enough for me, a snack, a drink, mouthwash, anything I wanted he brought me right away. "And if those rich cocksuckers give you any trouble, baby, just call Gene," he said just before the guests were due to come in. "I'll kill 'em for you, remember that."
"I appreciate that very much," I said from the bottom of my heart. It was very cold and very nerve-racking to be on a glass pedestal in a stately library, alone, waiting for strangers to descend upon me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The pedestal rotated slowly and the lights made every part of my ass visible in the mirror. I sat in the nude and tried to focus my eyes on some distant spot on the wall so that I wouldn't see the men looking at me. One by one they strolled by me, appraised me, and made a comment to their friends. At first they were trying to show each other how blase they were, and their quips were more like insults. But as the group drew closer together and the library doors were shut, the atmosphere changed very subtly. The digs turned to weak compliments, and finally one man broke the ice by saying, "I think she's utterly delicious, Jack, the prettiest girl you've had here in years!"
"Yes, true, true," said the men, clustering around me. But they were still pretending I was an object of art. They kept their hands to themselves even though their eyes strayed into my pussy and over my tits ravenously. I found it very difficult to keep a straight face. Some commented on the shape of my breasts as if conducting a seminar on aesthetics and the others agreed along the same lines. Yet they were dying to stick their fingers up my pussy and to get their cocks sucked. I could sense the lust emanating from them and when I looked at them at a waist-high level I could see the uneasy stirring of their cocks and their pocketed hands.
"Well, gentlemen," said the host breathlessly, "shall we avail ourselves of the refreshments? We can't let all this booze go to waste now, can we?"
"Certainly not, certainly not!" they chorused humorously. The servants mixed drinks for the assembled company and for a while I had space in which to breathe and relax. I was beginning to feel better now that the initial shock had passed, and when some of the men drifted back to nonchalantly take a position right up close to me, I felt myself to be in control of the situation once more. I gave them the eye and pulled one shoulder back so that my tit jutted out at them. And they became flustered and horny and, under a smoke screen of tepid jokes, came over to touch me.
"You old lecher!" cried someone when they saw what the man was doing to me. "Look at that, fellows, old Greystone can't resist her any longer!"
"Who can!" someone retorted. They were like a bunch of little boys, I reflected. If everyone did it, it was all right, but no one wanted to be the first. Only Greystone, a man in his sixties who had probably given up on actively participating in sex thirty years ago, had the nerve to run his hand over my breasts, muttering about how soft they were and how firm, and how would I like to come back to his place afterward? Before I could refuse, he was nudged out of the way by the other men and suddenly I was covered with hands!
They were like little live creatures roving over my body, clamping into my flesh, pinching me and digging into my private parts. Someone pressed a lingering kiss on my lips, a finger crept toward my asshole, another finger titillated my clitoris with admirable expertise, and other hands were stroking my belly, my nape, my hair; any part of me that wasn't monopolized by another got the works. It was stifling and scary at first but once I got used to the situation and learned to breathe in spite of the men crowding around me, it became enjoyable. The luxury of having so many lovers made me lean back into the wall of men and surrender wholly to their avaricious caresses. Yes, let them do what they wanted with me. For this evening I was their slave, their property, and my private parts were now public. Fingers shooped in and out of my wet pussy, a mouth clamped down over a nipple, I felt soft flesh brushing against my cheeks and lips and my mouth opened reflexively only to be filled by a cock.
"Look at Jenkins!" someone said. "He's taken his pecker out!" I didn't have to look because it was clamped between my lips. His cock was hard but small, a bite-size prick that I could swallow without the least bit of discomfort. Jenkins stood to one side of me, shuffling along to keep up with the rotating platform, his face anxious and lustful, all the while asking someone to turn that damn thing off. "No, keep it running," someone said with a laugh. "Let Jenkins work for his pleasures."
"No, screw it," someone else said. The platform stopped turning and now they descended on me all over again. I was beyond caring. Jenkins' cock was in my mouth all the way and I was nuzzling his pubic hair and breathing in the odors of expensive soap and male sweat, suckling his little dick as though it was a pacifier, and enjoying myself totally. He didn't last long. A convulsive jerk of his body unloaded all the sperm from his balls and he withdrew to leave me with cream dripping from my lips. Someone wiped my mouth with a tissue and handed me a martini with which to wash it down. As soon as that was done another cock offered itself to my tongue and lips. I took that inside too, straining to accommodate another prick at the other end. A man had taken the initiative by picking up my legs and shoving his cock in between them with repeated thrusts until my cunt opened wide and yielded.
The rest of the men stood back now with their glasses in hand, their faces flushed and eyes bright. The man who was fucking me had a cock the size of a baseball bat, or at least that's how it felt. He was middle aged and handsome, very dignified looking; or he would have been had his pants not been around his ankles.
He fucked me, the other man blew his wad, another two men took their places, and pretty soon I was lost in a double gang bang in which the only part I played was that of Willing Orifices. I swallowed so much sperm that it began to repeat on me in burps, and if the men hadn't been so quick to blow their load while fucking me I would have had my pussy damaged for life. As it was it only felt sore. Everything happened in a slow flux of events, and I let them cream in me and on me until they'd had enough. The host suggested that I go wash myself while he and his friends discussed business, and I was happy to get away from them for a bit. Gene came over and helped me out to the bathroom. He was indignant.
"The fucking rich ought to be shot!" he said angrily as he turned on the faucets in the bath. "Do you believe those bastards? They don't care about you at all, you could be made of rubber for all they care. Now me, I really think a lot of you, baby, I'd look after you if you came my way. I don't make much money but I love to make honey."
"Is this a proposal?" I asked tiredly. My body sank into the hot tub and all the little aches and pains drained out of me. Swirls of sperm floated to the surface. I rested for as long as the water remained hot, and when it began to cool I washed myself all over with fragrant soap and a luffa until my skin was clean and sensitized once more. Gene helped me dry myself, proposing all sorts of schemes as he did so, and I didn't bother to reply. What did he know? I didn't mind those men taking advantage of me or treating me like a wet hole. They gave me plenty in return, not just money but admiration, worship, and submission. Why should I even consider Gene's offer? He could look after me on his wages but he knew as well as I did that I could makes his week's wages in an hour.
"Well, I'd better get back," I said, throwing a last look at the mirror to see if I was immaculate. My reflection surprised me: my thoughts were so mature but my appearance was still so girlish! I kept looking at myself and trying to reconcile those big innocent eyes, the teenage titties, and the shaven pussy with my notions of business and men, and it just wouldn't tie in. But it did improve my act. When I walked back into the library I did it using all of my girlish assets, and the men were polarized by my appearance. I didn't have to sit on the mirror anymore. They beckoned me over to join their clique and I was given a drink and a seat and they actually began to talk with me. Straying hands came my way, of course, but some of the men behaved in a very paternal fashion and asked how I felt about them. I told them they were all wonderful "Come sit on my lap," said the host, a tall, greying man in a suit that cost a king's ransom. "That's a good girl How pretty you are. I almost feel like telling you a bedtime story, but I don't suppose you're as young as you look, are you?"
"I might be," I said, snuggling into his lap and sticking my thumb into my my mouth. "But I'm not telling, anyway."
His cock stiffened right away. I felt it expand under my ass and creep forward in search for more room. By leaning back against him and propping one foot on the armrest of his chair, I was able to get all the others to move tightly together so they could look up my pussy. And when I had their undivided attention I reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my pussy. Then, with my thumb stuck securely in my mouth, I pretended to go to sleep. The cock under me was as hard as a board by this time and it was throbbing noticeably. The other men were staring at me as if they wanted to devour me. I kept a lookout through my lashes and they were checking each other just as covertly to see if they'd be able to get away with indelicate behavior. To encourage them I yawned, stretched, and replaced my thumb. My other hand began to move along my naked pussy very slowly and absently, as though I was sleeping and rubbing myself as part of a dream. The room was electrified by their lasciviousness! All eyes were upon me, or rather that moving hand. I let my index finger slide in between my pussy lips and when I got to the hole I pushed it in slightly, just enough to give my cunt muscles something to grab hold of.
"Oh, Christ, I can't take this anymore!" said one man who'd practically had his face in my pussy all this time. He stood up and unzipped his fly. "I'm sorry if anyone is offended by this but I'm going to bust my balls if I don't." He took his cock in his clenched fist and stood over me masturbating openly. The other men followed his lead one by one, self-consciously at first but then they shrugged off the last of their inhibitions. I helped them along by masturbating more openly myself. My finger dipped in and out of my pussy and the other hand moved to my titties to work them up. Pants dropped to the floor, cocks reared up, and hands rubbed them as though they were magic lamps. The host called for Gene to supply his guests with napkins so as to save his Persian ca pet from being saturated.
I felt like a cheerleader or a sing-along conductor. The harder I fingered myself the harder they jerked off, and when I slowed down and just rolled my clitoris between my fingers, they slowed down too and watched breathlessly. Eventually I opened my eyes and began to masturbate in earnest. There was no thought for my audience left in my mind. My manipulations had set my body on fire and now the time had come to extinguish those blazing passions.. Groaning, writhing about on the host's lap, fingering myself violently, I ascended to a major climax, and the men followed me eagerly, standing very close and looking at my salient parts with goggling eyes.
"Beautiful!" said one man, his hand a blur along his cock, his other hand holding a napkin. "God, I'd like to take her home and adopt her! I would fuck her every night and every day until I couldn't take it anymore. So lovely! Oooohhhh-AAAAHHHHRRGGHHH!! Sorry, old chap." He dropped his load on the Persian carpet and promptly got on his knees to clean it up. But while he was down there another man failed to blow his wad into the napkin and the sperm sailed through the air to land on the first man's dinner jacket. That triggered off a volley of shots and suddenly the air around the kneeling man was thick with dollops of cream. When he got back up he was blotched with it and very angry. But at least the carpet was all right.
I put the finishing touches to my orgasm and when I sat up I noticed there was a very large wet spot on the host's lap where my pussy had been. The library smelled of sperm and cunt, and some of the men who had only undone their zippers had big sperm marks on their trouser legs. They all forgot about me as they tried desperately to clean away the traces, and I took advantage of the break to have a drink or two. The alcohol was absorbed easily in my hotly coursing blood. Even though I had climaxed resoundingly, my excitement remained at a high pitch. I liked being alone with so many men. They could do anything with me and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. What were they planning next?
"Gentlemen!" The host rapped on a table for attention. "I'm afraid it's time we joined the ladies once again. Our little friend here has made the hours pass like minutes and I do hope you'll show your appreciation for all she's done in the way she would most appreciate." I was stunned! All the men busily straightened their hair and clothes, downed one last drink, and filed by me dropping off five or ten dollar notes and expressing their sincere gratitude for my services. So there I was, a pile of bills in my lap and nothing else.
"Hey, look at that!" said Gene when they were all gone. "There must be a hundred, two hundred bucks there! You do a couple of these every week and you're going to be a rich little girl very soon, baby. Now how about you and me shacking up together? What with your assets and my talents we could make millions!"
"I can make them alone, too," I said irritably. I kept looking at the doors that had closed behind all those men. Why had they deserted me in the middle of our fun and games? I couldn't go home in this condition. Even though my pussy was too sore for much more than a quick poke, I needed something to discharge the excess energy . . . and the man who knew how to do that was Ben. He had said to come the next evening but I felt sure he wouldn't mind my dropping by for a casual visit. I asked Gene to call me a cab and went outside to wait for it. Gene spent some ten minutes begging me to come in with him and to put myself in his care. That cab seemed to take hours! By the time it picked me up I was in a rotten mood. My needs hadn't changed except that an element of anger had been added.
At the given address I rang the doorbell and waited impatiently. It was a large old house with closed shutters through which shone cracks of light. A big black woman opened the door and scrutinized me coldly. Only when I produce Ben's card did she warm toward me a little, enough to admit me, anyway. As soon as I was inside, I knew it was a brothel but that came more as a relief than anything. On the way over I'd begun to worry that maybe he managed the drapery section in a department store. The woman showed me into his office and there he was, in all his splendor, sitting with his feet up on the desk a telephone stuck between shoulder and ear, and several glamorous women sitting nearby. "I can get you anything you want!" he was saying into the phone. "Just name it, Bernie, and it's yours. Greek? Sure, I can give you the queen of Greek!" I was about to sit down but at that I stood up again. Surely he meant me! Oh, that was just what I needed! "Okay, I'll send her right over." He put the phone down, pressed an intercom button and called for a girl by the name of Tanya, who was then instructed to go visit the Grecophile.
"Hello, Ben," I said shyly. He looked up and seemed peeved to see me there. "I know you said I should come tomorrow but I had nothing to do tonight so I dropped by. Do you mind?"
"Oh ... no, not at all baby, sit down. You want to get into the business that bad, huh? Well, I'll see what I can do for you. Gaynor, take this young lady upstairs and show her the ropes, will you. Thanks." A tall, curvaceous blonde got up and beckoned for me to follow her. I looked at Ben in a panic. Wasn't he going to attend to me personally? Ben leafed through a sheaf of papers and didn't even so goodbye to me.
"You'll love it here," said Gaynor. "It's the nicest house I've worked in, the most creative, you know? That Ben has such wild ideas. He really is the most outrageous person I know of."
"Oh, Gaynor! Come back with that child! I got someone here who wants to get to know her better!"
The black woman was at the foot of the stairs and when we looked around she pointed at the middle-aged man next to her. He was smiling at me very broadly and I could read his intentions loud and clear. Gaynor took me back to him and introduced us. He didn't look like the kind who could scratch my itch at this point, but I was polite to him.
"Mr. Gallagher would like to spend some time with Susie," said the black woman formally. "He thinks she is very cute and therefore he would like her to come with him to the playroom Would that be all right with Mr. Collins, Gaynor?"
"If Mr. Gallagher will put down his money everything will be all right with Mr. Collins," answered Gaynor. A whisk of green was all I saw of that bunch of lettuce.
Mr. Gallagher led me up the stairs now and Gaynor stayed behind. He knew his way to the playroom very well. It was like a nursery; mainly pink with Disney characters painted on the wall, a playpen and a bunny rug, toys, and a swing hanging from the ceiling. He closed the door and opened his attach� case.
"We're going to have such a good time!" he said, wringing his hands in glee. "Just little Susie and Mr. Gallagher! We're going to play all day long and you're going love it. But you have to wear special clothes for the playroom; can't wear grubby jeans or anything like that, now can we?" I was getting a bit pissed off by his childish patter. If it hadn't been for the prospect of getting Ben to be interested in me again, I would have told him to jam his attach� case up his ass. As it was I tried to express interest in the items he was taking out of his case.
He made me take off my clothes and then he laid out a pair of lacy pink panties, a short little dress with lace trimmings, and he made my tie my hair back into a pony tail when I had all that stuff on me. Knee-socks and red shoes came with the outfit, and he handed me a lollipop to suck on. "That's perfect," he said. "Now you get on the swing and I'll sit over there for a bit. Enjoy yourself." The situation was very clear to me now and I decided to play my part to the hilt. In a way that old bastard had a good idea going for him, one that I could empathize with. Men had approached me when I was little but I had been too innocent to know what they were up to. Now that I understood the urge I could reciprocate.
I got on the swing and pushed off to sail through the air. The short dress blew way up to the tops of my thighs and Mr. Gallagher sat on a stool and watched me intently. His eyes were fixed on my crotch and that made me quite wet and hot for some reason. My rising passion made me want to do more for him, to spread my legs and show him what was under those pink panties. But I realized that he didn't want me to be forward. I was a little girl and he was the dirty old man. So I kept swinging and giggling, and he remained seated as if mesmerized.
At last he got up and asked if I would like him to push my swing. "Oh, yes please!" I said. He stood behind me and his hands rested on my but- tocks as he pushed me away from him. I could feel his hands bum through my dress, and the moisture in my pussy increased in volume with a jolt! Back again, those hands again, and the swing flew forward so far that my feet almost touched the ceiling. I began to squeal with fright and delight. My childhood came back in small rushes, sunny days on the swing and my father pushing me ... much like Mr. Gallagher was doing.
"There, mustn't make you sick now," he $aid, grabbing the swing and arresting it in mid-flight. "Tell me your name, little girl."
"My name is Susie but my mummy calls me Susan," I said. I couldn't help sounding like a kid even though I could hear myself and it sounded dumb. Mr. Gallagher stood right in front of me, close so that he was in between my bare legs. His hands rested lightly on my thighs and I squirmed a little to move them back toward my knees.
"That's a pretty name. And tell me, Susie, would you like a nice new dollar bill to buy things with?"
"Oooohh, yes please!" I cried. He took one out of his pocket and dangled it before my eyes. I grabbed for it but he pulled back and said I would have to earn it first. "But how?" I asked.
"I want you to be a good girl," said Mr. Gallagher softly. He wasn't playing a role anymore, he was the role. There was a glint of lust in his eyes and his voice was hoarse and low. He caressed my thighs in a paternal way and waited for my answer. I nodded and made another grab for the bill. This time he let me keep it but now both his hands moved right up my thighs and came to rest deep in my crotch, I looked uneasy and tried to sit further back on the swing. "Just sit still, I won't hurt you," he whispered, and one finger slid under my pink panties and touched my cunt. "There, isn't that nice?"
"It tickles!" I said with a squirm and a giggle.
"It tickles? I'll have to scratch it, then," said he, and his finger moved forcefully along my pussy lips, stroking them and parting them to get at the wet valley beyond. "Mmmmmmm, delicious," he muttered to himself. He was standing as close to me as he could get and his hips seemed to be moving back and forth in anticipation of what was to come. I enjoyed the routine in my own way. That intruding finger felt fine whenever it touched down on my clitoris or near the cunt hole and when it slipped inside me I could barely refrain from screwing my pussy all the way around it! The horniness with which the party had left me now grew to monstrous proportions but Mr. Gallagher was in no hurry. He toyed with my cunt and peered down the front of my dress and rubbed his trousered cock against my legs to his heart's content.
"I have to go home now," I said, and made to get off the swing. Mr. Gallagher immediately produced another dollar bill and said it would be mine if I would stay a little longer.
"And if you want another one, all you have to do is take off your panties," he added. I thought for a while, then nodded and took off my panties for him. Before I let him touch me I collected the money, and then I sat and looked uncomfortable while he fell down on his knees and began to probe my cunt with his fingers. His breathing was harsh and irregular and his face was very flushed. He managed to take his cock out of his pants and he rubbed it lightly while he checked my pussy out, obviously saving it for a greater purpose. I hoped he'd use it for fucking. All this heavy breathing and petting was making me as horny as a jack rabbit! "How does that feel?" he said, pushing one finger right up into my slobbery wet cunt. "Does it hurt?"
There was hope in his eyes so I made a face and said it was very painful but if he gave me another dollar he could keep it in there. Reluctantly he let go of my cunt with one hand and took a bunch of one dollar notes out of his pocket. "Here, keep the lot," he said gruffly, and at that he brought me right up into his face and started to eat me with manic verve. I was shocked!
"Mr. Gallagher!" I cried and at that moment I lost my grip on the swing's chains. I slid off it backwards and jumped to my feet. He crawled under the swing, drooling at the mouth, rabid for pussy, and for some reason he scared me. I darted away like a startled gazelle and he rushed to block me from reaching the door. He came toward me slowly, radiant with lust now, his cock sticking out of his fly at a weird angle, his hands clenching and unclenching, and I didn't know what to do. I tried to dodge him but he was too fast. He grabbed me by the waist and drew me down onto the floor. I fell with my legs up in the air: he fell with his face down on my pussy. "Mr. Gallagher, stop it, I'll tell my daddy!" I cried but all he did was eat me more noisily.
When he brought his hands over to my labia to part them all the way, I crawled backward and turned around to get away from him. There wasn't time to get up on my two feet so I rushed off on all fours. Mr. Gallagher was right behind me, sniffing me like we were dogs, and cackling as he chased me around the room. I could imagine the kind of view he was getting of my bare ass, and I got embarrassed and excited at the same time. My pussy would be bulging out from my thighs and he was there with his face inches from it, sniffing up my fumes, licking his chops, getting harder over my ass by the second! Why didn't he stop me, rape me, eat me, anything!? Finally, I crawled into a corner and sat there trying to pull my short dress down over my knees. "I don't like this game!" I said sulkily. "I want to go home now!"
"It's going to get better, he promised me. "Just let me play doctor with you for a little while longer and then I'm going to give you a nice little surprise."
"A surprise?" I hesitated but only long enough to get a good look at the surmise. It was very erect, lined with thick, throbbing veins, and I could tell it would make me feel very good once it got inside. "Okay, but don't be too long. I can never wait long for surprises, especially big ones."
He laughed proudly and said, "Just be patient. Now squat for me and hold your dress up. That's right. Turn around now, let me inspect your bottle. Ah yes, mat's good, now let's see ..." His finger touched my asshole and pushed up it a way as if to test my temperature. I felt that balmy, sharp-edged lust take over again and I bent down low to bring my ass up higher for him. With luck he would do more than shove his finger up me. He poked around for a bit and pronounced me healthy. "Oh, wait," he said, "what's this I see? I'd better take a closer look. Bend down as far as you can and spread your legs; that's the way. Mmmmmmmmm." He had my asshole wide open now and I was exposing my back passage to him as well as I could. I could hear him breathe in deeply and when he breathed out it brushed along my skin like a velvet caress. His face had to be very close to my ass. I was hoping he'd go all the way and put me out of my misery, but he took his time. That curious finger pushed back up my asshole as far as it could go and the top joint of it crooked to touch strangely sensitive areas in there. I was groaning and shuffling about like a bitch in heat, my face on the floor and my hands reaching behind me to keep my ass wide open. I didn't care if it looked undignified; I wanted him back there and I wanted to be sure he knew it.
Another finger tried to barge into my anus and now my flesh resisted in earnest. I bit my lower lip to stop from crying out. The pain would go away soon enough, there was no need to alarm him. That second finger eased into position and he was sniffing around back there and touching my pussy and my tits in turn, and having a great old time while I waited in burning suspense.
"Now for your surprise," he said and out came his fingers. I began to tremble. I didn't dare look around because if he was going to disappoint me I didn't want to know about it right away. His fingers came out of my ass and cool air rushed in to soothe my strained muscles. His other hand pulled away, too, and now there was no contact left. "Close your eyes," he said. "Ready?"
"I'm ready!"
"Good. Keep your eyes closed." His knob slipped by my sphincter before I could contract them and he was halfway in me before his cock ground to a halt. I let out a sharp cry of pain and joy and immediately began to move my ass backward to get more of him inside. That seemed to discourage him so I quickly changed my tactic and yelled a lot more than was necessary. "Am I too big for you?" he asked solicitously. "Then just remember all those dollar bills you have to buy sweets with. Won't you be a happy girl with so much money? Be quiet now, that's a good girl, no, no, don't cry, it'll be over soon."
I was far from crying but the last phrase almost brought tears to my eyes. It felt so good to have him stuck up my ass! My body was in a turmoil; all those clashing, violent emotions raged through me and built up in strength. I didn't know what to do to relieve them so they had me at their mercy.
He started working his cock in the rest of the way with short, hard strokes, back a little and then a sharp push, back again, push, his knob nudging my anal flesh out of the way to let itself in. I moaned, I grunted, I cried, and then it was right up me and I was the happiest girl in the world! Who needed Ben when any man could make me feel this way? All they had to do was take me from behind, fucking me as though I was a bitch, and my orgasms came one after the other. I had to muffle my cries of ecstasy with both hands. It was important to Mr. Gallagher to think that he was hurting me, and after an inner struggle I converted my warbles of pleasure into strident cries of pain.
"OOOHHH NOOOOOO, PLEASE, NOT SO DEEP, YOUR WAY TOO BIG, OOOHHH GOD! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, OUCH, OOOOOWW-WW, YOUR TOO BIG MR. GALLAGHER!!"
"Yes I am!" he panted, shafting me with all his might. "I'm way too big for a little girl like you. Are you going to tell your mummy what the naughty man did to you? Will she call the police? Huh? Tell the police how big I am. Tell them I fucked you up the ass with my weapon and that you cried! Aaaaaahhhhh Jesus, that feels good! You're so tight, so young, with your lovely little buns and your hairless pussy and those sweet little tits, mmmmmmm-M! I could eat you up!"
I whimpered but anyone brighter than a fool would have known that I was happy. His cock thrust deep into my ass and activated my cunt through the thin membrane separating the two passages into my body. And because he was as big as he was, his plunging strokes tugged at my labia so that they tightened against my clitoris and stirred me up from all sides. It was a beautiful fuck, complete in every way. He couldn't make himself or let himself come and so he kept going, fucking me from ecstasy to pain, from pain back to pleasure, and then way beyond the reach of either emotion to where I was just drifting about in pure nothingness. I never wanted him to stop but when he did I was happy, too. A cloud of sperm rose in my asshole and filled me to the brim, hot swirls of cream that caressed my innards and soothed them and set off the final lightning bolts of climaxes in me. I felt as though my belly had been a store room for fireworks and someone had dropped a match in them. When the display was over all that I had left was ashes, blackened and thin, easily ignored.
"Well, that was excellent," said Mr. Gallagher. He got back into his clothes rather hurriedly as if to pretend our scene hadn't really taken place at all. Once back in the protection of his suit he put on a rather grandiose air and asked, "Perhaps you'll be here next time? I would like to get to know you better, Susan."
"That would be nice," I said.
When he was gone I washed my ass and put my street clothes back on. All I wanted to do was collect my money and go home. Ben wasn't necessary anymore, nothing was motivating me now that Mr. Gallagher had saturated my system with sensuality, and the only tempting pastime was sleeping. I was tired and hungry, and when Ben balked at giving me my money I became very angry very quickly. "What do you mean you won't give me my money? You can't be that cheap that you'd want to rob me!"
"Well, you're not an employee here so what can I do? You're lucky I'm not charging you for the room." Ben sat back behind his desk, handsome, beautifully dressed, self-confident, the complete self-made man. His eyes were cold and proud and I could tell now that he had fucked me up the ass only because he knew that would work on me. How he knew was beyond me but he was too calculating to have fucked me any other way. He was a pimp, nothing more and nothing less, a hustler looking for cash.
"Listen, give me my cut or there's going to be trouble," I said. "My uncle wouldn't like to hear about you ripping me off."
"Then why tell him?" said Ben with a smile. "Listen, honey, it's a matter of fifty bucks. You can make that in five minutes so why give me a hard time? Go home, be grateful for the experience, and forget it, all right?"
"I'm not leaving until I get my money. And if you won't give it to me I'm going to call Billy the Bouncer. He's a most persuasive talker." I was willing to threaten him with the combined armed forces at that moment, but Billy proved to be enough.
"That psycho? Okay, here's your money. Now ret out of here!"
"You're most kind." I took the money and walked out of the brothel. That was another side of the business I hadn't thought enough about. How could I charge high prices and collect them if I had no force on my side? A man like Billy was invaluable. I checked the time and made a quick call to the topless Bar. Billy was there but about to go home. Would he like me to come over to his place for a nightcap? Billy certainly would like that.
I took a cab over and arrived there just as he was coming home. There wasn't much to be said between us. He was ready and I was willing, and that, as far as Billy was concerned, was the perfect relationship. He fucked me like a berserk bull, great big strokes of his thick stick of a cock that shoved me all around his enormous bed, and when he was done he started up again. I lay there and simulated ecstasy. He was good but I was already lone. After three tough rounds I decided it was time to talk turkey.
"Billy, how would you like to work for me? I want to set up a place in a nice small town, not too much action, just enough for you to keep your hand in. And if you want a partnership we can always talk about that once the business got on its feet. What do you say?"
"Sure," he said, and his hand went down to my pussy to stroke it and finger it, his cue that he was ready for another helping.
Practice, I told myself, makes perfect. I lay on my back and let him get on top for the fourth time that night. He was wise to make the best of my ass while he had it within reach. That was the last! time he'd get it for free. I promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone fuck me after that without either putting up the cash or without me feeling like it.
"You wanna marry me?" Billy asked me later.
"No, not really," I said, suddenly aware of how big he was and how small I was. He could crush my head with one hand if he felt like it.
"Okay." A minute later he was snoring.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was late in the day when I got back to Ed and Clara's apartment. There wasn't a sound when I came in so I went right up to the master bedroom and peeked in. AU three were still in bed but they weren't all doing the same thing. Ed lay off to one side and watched as Anita and Clara ate each other out. They were locked in combat, slurping and smacking and groaning, and all he could do was play with his prick, I felt bad for him. The situation had developed just as I had expected it to. Even when I came in and stood next to the bed the women kept making love to each other. It was as though they were lost to the world when their heads were between the other's legs. I had never seen them carry on that way. Each other's cunt held them in perpetual fascination. Ed and I talked and had a cigarette and they went right on eating!
"Has it been like this for long?" I asked him.
"They won't come out of the clinch," he said with a wan attempt at humor. "I thought of throwing a bucket of cold water over them but that probably wouldn't do much good. I don't know ... at first it aroused me, you know, two women making love and all that, but now I can't even get hard over it." Clara and Anita rolled over so that the black woman could be on top for a spell. "They made love all night, took a bath together this morning and went right back to it. And when I tried to join in they froze me out. I don't understand it."
"I wish I could make you feel better in some way," I said sympathetically. "Do you want me to try?"
"It's no use," he sighed.
I decided to try anyway. My cunt was far too sore to be of any use in this situation but that left me with two perfectly serviceable orifices. I took off my clothes and snuggled up to him, kissing his lips and caressing his naked body.
He stroked my hair like an uncle and smiled unhappily. "It's nice of you but don't waste your time," he said. "Look at them, they don't need me, why should you bother with me?"
"Hush," I whispered, nibbling at his ear, "just let me have my way for once." He sighed and made a gesture of mock resignation. I had to give him a reason to cheer up. Without further ado I kissed my way down his broad, tanned chest, down the firmly muscled abdomen, and right to his dick. It was limp and warm, silken smooth to the taste, and when I swallowed it my whole system thrilled to him. I would make him hard or give up on sex altogether! My hands brushed through the dense growth of hair covering his pubic area and most of his belly. I caressed his inner thighs and threatened his anus with a stray finger. He told me what a nice girl I was. That, at least, was a more positive response, tepid as it was. I worked a bit harder, clamping my lips about his limp flesh and drawing it back as though I was trying to stretch it into an erection. Beside me the noise of lips chewing on labia fired me up some more. Although I felt sorry for my uncle, the sight of my aunt and Anita diving into each other's muff gave me more than just a twinge of pleasure.
"That's nice, very nice," he said softly and his stroking became less avuncular at that moment. Right then the first throb of life passed through his cock and echoed through my body. I was making headway! I concentrated on his knob, licking and sucking it, holding his stem upright with my closed fist, and as his cock pulsed into life I chafed his glans with my teeth to wake him up properly. His hands were both in my hair now and pushed down on my head in spasms as his cock filled out. All the experience I had gained from his various businesses was brought to bear on his dick. I licked him all around and I suckled his balls one by one; I kissed his loins until he squirmed with pent-up lust and then I dabbled about in his asshole for long enough to make him try to fuck the sky; there was no question of him getting hard any more. He was painfully erect, eager to fuck, and that with his wife letting out long, wailing cries of passion right next to him.
I kept right on making love to his splendid cock, adoring it the way a phallus warrants, kissing his ball bag and under it, savoring the cheesy, stale odor of his asshole until it delighted my senses like Camembert, licking it, digging into it with my tongue or my fingers, and persisting even when he tried to change our positions in order to fuck me. I wanted him to hold back until the last possible moment even if it meant that he would blow his wad in a second. I wanted him to fuck me like a desirable woman instead of a juvenile fantasy, and I had to work him up to a point of forgetfulness at which he would do just that. His asshole was particularly susceptible to my ministrations. I kept right at it, nuzzling it and stroking it, licking around its soft perimeter and going down into the hairy, sweaty valley below, and he lifted his ass up as lasciviously as I had offered mine to Mr. Gallagher the previous night. Lust affects us all equally, and my uncle was getting his.
"Come on, sit on it!" he said urgently. "I can't wait anymore, baby, I have to have some hot, wet meat around it right now!"
"You know what I want you to do?" I said, looking up at him and stroking his cock with the tips of my fingers. He shook his head and tried to drag me on top of him. "No, come on, guess!" I teased.
"Susie, please!" he said. Now he got up and pushed me down so he could take me right there and then. But I was too quick for him. I snuck out from under and told him he had to guess. "I can't guess. Tell me," he said testily.
"Sodomize me," I said. His eyes opened wide and his cock gained another inch in girth. "Will you do that?" I asked coyly. "Will you fuck me up the ass? I love it there, Ed, better than any place. Do you mind?"
"No! No, not at all! You want me to get some lubrication?"
"Just some spit," I said softly. I got on all fours, facing the loving couple next to us for additional thrills, and waited for him to make up his mind. It didn't take him long. I felt that crawling wet creature run along my inner thighs, the cheeks of my ass, to descend eventually into my asshole. Even that subtle touch hurt it a bit. My sphincter was strained and raw from the previous night but I had begun to equate pain with pleasure back there, so that didn't bother me. My uncle liked my asshole judging by the way he licked it. His tongue couldn't moisten me enough! He kept prodding me with the tip of it and moving between holes as if to carry some of my pussy juice up to my asshole, but finally he couldn't resist the temptation to screw me any longer.
My anus yielded more graciously to the intruder this time. His cock was too big for it but my uncle was strong and persistent, and he shoved that sphincter aside like a curtain to enter me with a powerful thrust. I had the wind knocked out of me and it whistled through my clenched teeth. The pain made my eyes water and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. But as suddenly as it hit me, so it was gone. That sweet, maddening feeling of mixed pain and pleasure roiled through me, and everything was well with the world. I was able to focus on my aunt and her black lady lover, who were at that moment taking a break from their oral activities and making do with their fingers. They were still in the sixty-nine position but their heads were back out of the way and they watched their own fingers plunge in and out of the splayed, dripping wet pussies now with that same morbid fascination. I was only a foot or so from them but they didn't once look up at me. They breathed heavily and Clara's face was deeply flushed, their eyes sparkled with a fanatical kind of desire, and occasionally their bodies jerked in an orgasmic spasm. For the rest, nothing. They didn't care that Ed was fucking me up the ass or that the marriage between Ed and Clara was in jeopardy. All they cared about was each other.
Ed sensed that, too. I got the feeling he was disappointed that his wife wasn't taking any notice of him. His fucking slowed down and I could feel his cock get smaller. That couldn't happen! I had to act quick. "Ooohh yes, Ed, that feels wonderful!" I moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, it feels so good! You're the best, Ed, the greatest back-door man ever! Oooooooowwww, aaaahhhhhh, give it to me daddy, shove it all the way in!" His cock rose to the bait and soon he was laying it into me with his former gusto. But I took the precaution of shifting around a little so he'd face a neutral wall rather than his avaricious wife.
He had me lying flat on my belly with him bouncing on top of me and driving his cock up my ass in long, steady strokes. My moans blended in with those of the other women, and outdid them when he got his hand under me and started to finger-fuck my pussy in harmony with his reaming cock. I was having anal orgasms and vaginal orgasms and clitoral ones to boot, and he just wouldn't stop! The three brands began to mingle together, which was a bit like mixing nitrogen and glycerine. Soon my screams resounded through the room desperate, stifled screams that broke through the erotic reverie of Anita and Clara. They looked up, Ed began to fuck me harder, and I lost all self control.
"YES, YES, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, OH CHRIST, IT HURTS, I LOVE IT, ED, ED, HARDER ED, YES, AAAAAAAAYYY, OH NO, OHNO, OH OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, DEAR, NO ED, YES, NO, YEEEEESSSSSSSS, YES, HARDER HARDER HARDER HA-AAAAAAA-aaaaaaahhhhhh .. . ."
The ultimate climax. Everything drained from me through my pores, orifices, follicles, and left me floating like a balloon, hollow inside and out. Ed kept fucking me but it was lost on me. His burst of hot cream barely registered with me. I just lay there with a big sheepish grin all over my face and spit dribbling out of the corner of my mouth. A silly, helpless laugh shook me now and then, I felt so weak and useless and so very happy that that was all I could do.
"Wow!" said Clara, staring at me in awe. Now that's what I call well-fucked. You're really something, Ed."
"What about me!" Anita cut in jealously. "You can't say I'm not better than he is!"
Even in my helpless condition I could tell Anita had made an error. If she had let Clara's remark slide nothing would have been made of it. But now Clara wanted to tease her a bit.
"Oh, sure, you're terrific," she said, "but let's face it, there is something Ed has that you don't have."
"Nothing I couldn't buy in a store for a couple of bucks," scoffed Anita.
"You mean a plastic one?" retorted Clara, pulling a face. "You of all people should know there's a difference between that and the real thing."
"Hey, wait a rriinute, bitch! Don't you insult me! I made love to you like nobody else could and now you go saying I should grow a cock to keep you happy? And then you imply I sleep around with anybody! I ought to knock your teeth out!"
"Try it," said Clara, and for all her languor and her sophistication she was an alley cat after all Anita saw that, too, and she sullenly said it was time for her to go home. "Maybe you're right," said Clara. "But we could see each other again, couldn't we? Later?"
"Maybe." She picked up her clothes and left the room. A few minutes later we heard the front door slam and Anita was gone. Ed was grinning but he didn't show Clara how he felt. I was able to sit up by this time and to accept a cigarette from him. With a broad wink he lit it up for me, and then turned to his wife.
"That was a bit abrupt, wasn't it?" he said.
"It was indeed." Clara was still staring at the door as if she couldn't believe it had all ended so quickly. "Something snapped in me when I saw her get jealous. I mean ... she had seemed so beautiful and self-sufficient before that, such a complete woman. Oh, well, I shouldn't have expected that in the beginning."
"I guess not." Ed got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. When the taps were running Clara followed him, and I was left to contemplate life by myself. They were in the bathroom for a long time and when they came out it was clear that all had been forgiven. It was during the ensuing dinner, when they were both in terrific humors, that I chose to tell them of my plans.
"I thought a lot about what you said, Ed," I began, "and you're right, there is money to be made in your line of business. So I've decided to take the money I've earned here and use it to set up a little concern of my own. For that purpose I've asked Billy to come with me and give me a bit of support when needed. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all, not after what you've just done for our marriage," said Ed.
I hadn't done anything but if he wanted to reward me for that, well, that was his prerogative.
"I'll tell you what, take Billy with you and some of my girls. All you have to do is rent a house and rake in the money. And if you want to expand your operations just let me know. I can always arrange a low interest loan."
"But what will your parents say?" asked Clara. "And what about your boyfriend, what's-his-name, Mark?"
"I've thought about that, too," I said. "And with the kind of commodities I'll be trading in, it'll be easy to bribe my teachers to say I'm always at school. As for Mark, maybe hell get the message that I don't want to devote my life to him. And before my folks find out I'll be rich enough to send them to Florida."
"Talent!" exclaimed my uncle. "The girl is a natural, just like you when I first met you, Clara. You can tell talent from a mile off. I can hardly wait to see what you'll make of your operation, Susie. You'll be sure to let us know, won't you?"
"You'll be the first to know," I said, and we raised our glasses high.
