It was an old brownstone like most of the other house on that little side street. Once that section of the town had been populated by old established families but high taxes and environ mental changes had driven most of those old families out of the town itself. During the past few years those once proud, old brownstones had become cheap rooming houses. It was really too bad but a sign of the times, so it seemed.
"Can I help you?" asked a well-stacked colored broad wearing a short, almost skintight uniform. I'd barely had a chance to move into the entrance hall when she'd opened the door in answer to my ringing of the bell.
"You have an ad in the paper," I said, aware at once of the way her big, dark eyes were moving slowly over my six-foot-three frame while she made no effort to hide the fact that my size and build aroused the sexual lust deep in her loins.
"It's more like the whole third floor, man," she replied as I let my eyes move boldly over her sexy body, making no effort to hide from her the fact that her build aroused that same animal lust in my loins as the sight of mine aroused in hers.
"Sounds as though it might be just what I've been looking for," I said, pushing my way past her into the entrance hall and making it a point to let the back of my left hand brush against one of her lush black thighs.
"It ain't a bad deal, man," she said after pushing the door shut behind me and turning so that we stood looking each other right in the eye. "Twenty bucks a week ain't bad if you can take all the fuckin' that goes with it."
"Do I get to see the room first?" I asked trying not to let her see that she'd startled me by talking so frankly.
I'm no man of the world, not by a long shot, but I've been around long enough to have learned a few things. One of the things I've learned is that letting a broad, black or white, learn that she can shock you by talking just a little bit dirty, is a sure-fire way of turning her off fast. I had no such desire to turn off such a well-stacked bitch.
"Follow me," she said, turning on her heels when she'd at last looked me over well enough that she'd decided to at least show me what she had for rent.
I followed her up the stairs staying far enough behind her to have a good view of her hips under that short, skin-tight uniform. A man can tell a hell of a lot about what any broad is going to look like naked, by watching the roll of her ass while she is going up a flight of stairs.
The way the buttocks of that black bitch rolled under that tight uniform, I knew she was going to be one hell of a good-looking broad when stripped naked. Even fully clothed she was one hell of a chick. Oh, I know a lot of guys who'd cop out at just the thought of fucking a black bitch no matter how willing she might be, even if she had the shape of a beauty queen. Well yours truly wasn't one of those stupid kind of bastards.
Even back in high school I'd earned myself a pretty good name for being willing to fuck or suck any broad, black or white, anytime anywhere I got the chance. Shit! I'd gone down on a black bitch of twenty when I'd been but seventeen and fucked her good after that just to prove I had guts enough to do it.
It wasn't long after I'd proven myself to be a real man to that black bitch that everybody in town knew my name. They all knew that Vance Daniels was a handy man to have around when a broad wanted to do some sucking and fucking. It had been almost funny how popular I'd suddenly found myself with even the chicks in the upper classes there at school.
"Once you've made the climb it's not so bad," the colored broad said, turning to face me, as she reached the third floor.
"Do I have to do my own cleaning way up here?" I asked, glad I'd left my bags below before making that first trip.
"I guess that's between you'n me, man," she said rolling those dark eyes of hers at me. "I don't get paid to clean up here by Mrs. Chester and her girls."
"Perhaps we can arrange something that'll make it kind of worthwhile for you to come up here once a day and clean up for a poor, lonely man," I said, letting one of my hands reach out to catch the hem of her short uniform and lift it above the tops of her fishnet nylons, as though I had every right in the world to do just that very thing.
"You're feelin' what I felt when I first opened that door," she said taking a key from the left hand pocket of her uniform and moving towards the door there at the head of the stairs, as though she were used to having a perfect stranger catch the hem of her uniform and lift it above the tops of her nylons like I was doing.
"Tell me how you felt, cunt," I said, feeling that I'd show her I knew all the right words, too.
"Like I jest couldn't wait until you stuck that big, hard cock of yours deep into my black pussy for a change," she replied, moving to push open the door.
"I can see you're lookin' to get fucked good," I said, taking note of the fact that she wore only a garter belt rather than the usual pantyhose most broads would wear under such a short dress.
"Shit! workin' round this here place a body gets so they can't hardly think "bout nothin' but gettin' fucked, man," she answered and that was the second time she'd spoken as though all was not strictly the way it might seem there in that old brownstone house.
"May I ask just who this Mrs. Chester is?" I asked letting go of her skirt so she might lead the way through the door she had just unlocked fof me with the feeling that things were going to be improving where my sex life was concerned the moment I passed through it. "You have made some interesting cracks about the lady in question without really saying what was actually behind those cracks."
"Mrs. Chester and her three daughters live here when not on that island they own near Florida," she explained. "I'm their housekeeper both here and at the house on the island, makin' it kind of nice."
We'd moved into the big, low room that had to be the whole third floor. The first thing I spotted was the fact that the whole north side of the roof was nothing more than one giant skylight. Beneath that giant skylight was a long work table that would be perfect for my typewriter. The place had surely been planned by a writer or painter.
"So why would such a fine lady be taking in boarders?" I asked, even though there was already one of those real wild kind of ideas forming in the back of, what some people called, my dirty little mind.
"It's the best way of meetin' menfolk for a lonely lady who don't think it's proper to be out lookin' for men in the bars, like some of these younger bitches do," my guide informed me, as she drew my attention to the big, triple size bed, sitting under the low caves of the northeast corner, by moving to it and turning back the covers.
"You mean to say that if I take this room she'll come up to visit me from time to time?" I asked, moving up behind the young lady who was bending over that big bed in such a way that the hem of her uniform was drawn well up over the tops of her nylons. She damn well knew that a lot of sexy flesh was showing.
"It won't be for no little visit," the black bitch informed me, as she turned very slowly around. I discovered that once her hands had skillfully turned back the bed clothes, they'd gone to work unfastening the front of her almost skin-tight uniform. "The lady comes up to the third floor only when she desires to be soundly fucked." That black bitch wasn't even wearing a bra and with the melon-shaped breasts she had, she could have used one.
"So it's your job to check out the men first when they come to look over this third floor and make sure no duds get in up here," I said, stepping forward very quickly to take those full, melon-shaped breasts in my hands. "Well I kind of like the idea of you being the first to discover how well I fuck." If those breast of hers had had longer nipples I'd have called them tits. The nipples were little more than darker circles around those tiny holes there in the very center of each full mound of soft, black flesh.
"Mrs. Chester had to go see her lawyer today," the black bitch informed me, as she leaned closer. "If she was here I'd never have gotten to say more'n hello to you, man." She was breathing hard while the soft, black flesh beneath my fingertips began to grow very firm.
"So, that would seem to be her problem," I said and laughed softly. "How many white men have you been fucked by, cunt?" My one hand had moved off her right breast to ease her uniform off her one smooth, black shoulder thinking about how sexy she was going to look wearing only her garter belt and nylons.
"I seen that lawyer," she said and her breath was so hot I could feel it on the back of my hand. "Wouldn't mind spendin' all that time between his thighs."
I had worked the uniform down over those smooth shoulders of hers so that it could slip down along her arms to fall at last in a pile about her trim ankles. I'd been right in thinking she'd look real sexy wearing only her garter belt and nylons. If I was any judge of broads, and I felt I was a fair one, she was the kind of broad who liked to have a nice hard cock driven deep into her cunt with one powerful thrust. After that, she didn't care how she got fucked as long as she felt that first powerful thrust.
"Cool-as they used to say," I said stepping backward to get a little room so I might undress.
"No, baby," she cooed, coming forward to grip both my hands firmly in hers. "You're gonna do all the work later. Stretch out on that soft bed and let Sarah do the work of taking off your clothes."
If she thought I was going to give her an argument over that kind of arrangement, she was out of her skull. Shit! I'd learned how highly aroused a bitch could become from performing the simple task of unfastening and removing a man's clothes for him, knowing he'd be fucking her good once she'd finished her simple little task.
"You didn't answer my question, cunt," I reminded her, as I stretched out there on the huge bed'. "How many white men have you fucked?"
"Oh, I lost count a long time ago, man," Sarah replied, while those skilled black fingers of hers made quick work of opening the front of my shirt. "Any man that has what it takes to stay up here over two weeks always gets around to fucking me real good, if only to prove he still has what it takes."
"Now what about these three daughters you've been rather catty about?" I asked, as I felt those slim black fingers move in under my shirt and do little walking steps through the thick mass of hair covering my chest.
"Oh, there're three of those white cunts all right, lover," Sarah cooed, as her lips brushed my ear lightly. "They're fourteen, sixteen, and eighteen. They all like nice hard cocks every bit as much as their momma does."
"So the lady has three daughters who like nice hard cocks real well," I said and the thought passed through my mind that unless Sarah was pulling my leg real good, what went on in the old brownstone could top anything I'd ever written about in any of my books, to date at least.
"The fourteen-year-old gets home 'bout three-thirty," Sarah cooed, as her left hand pulled my shirt wide open so that she might lick one of my nipples with the tip of her tongue. "If the light is on up here she'll come hoppin' right up to look you over real good."
"Don't you think fourteen is really just a little young?" I asked, as that bitch's tongue moved back and forth from one of my nipples to the other.
"Nobody worries too much about her age once they get a look at them big tits of hers."
"Really that big are they," I said closing my eyes and letting the warmth from the tip of that skilled tongue seep all through my body.
"They done won her three beauty contests down in Florida already and you know big tits ain't that important to a gal down there, unless they're really somethin' else, man," Sarah said as her fingers worked first on my belt buckle, then the zipper of my fly.
"I've always been a nut for big tits," I confessed, lifting my ass slightly from the bed when I felt her trying to tug down my pants and shorts. "I go for tits with good-sized nipples that a guy can suck between his lips and roll around good." The bitch was pulling both my pants and shorts down over my hips at the same time in her eagerness.
"Oh, you're hard already, lover," Sarah cooed, as I felt my swollen cock spring upward into the air while my pants and shorts were pulled down past my knees.
"Shit! I'd have to be dead not to have a hard-on, cunt," I gasped, for the bitch had moved quickly downward over my body and was breathing right on the tip of my cock so that her hot breath was sending chills down my staff, into my balls, and on up my spine, clear to the top of my thick skull.
"Mrs. Chester sure is going to have to open those satin thighs of hers nice and wide to take all that good meat into her, man," she said and I'll be darned if she didn't giggle.
"What do you think you're going to have to do?" I asked and the thought of driving the full length of my eleven-inch cock deep into that black cunt of hers with one smooth thrust made me almost cream right then.
"I ain't one of those thin ladies of high fashion," Sarah said and giggled again. "Like so many bitches, she thinks you menfolk really dig skinny broads the most."
"Nothing wrong with a bitch who stays slim," I said, knowing it would be stupid to try and form a picture, in my mind, of what the lady of the house might look like from what Sarah might tell me about her.
"You men always gotta wear such big shoes," Sarah said, for she'd learned she had to first remove my shoes before being able to pull my tight pants and shorts off over my feet.
I lay there as relaxed as a man can be at such a time. Every now and then one of those soft, melon-shaped breasts would very gently brush one of my legs. When that happened, my swollen cock would jerk just a little. When my shoes had been removed and my pants and shorts pulled off over my feet, I sat up to slip out of my shirt. Shit! If I was going to fuck a naked bitch real good, I had no need for the shirt, not even the cigarettes in its pocket, for a while at least.
"Now you stretch out while I perform the same big, big favor for you, cunt," I said, grinning wide at the black bitch.
"I can take my garter belt and nylons off, lover," Sarah cooed and the way her eyes were glowing I could well picture the way she'd tear those garments from her lush body.
I reached across the bed and gave her a good swat on that bare ass of hers. There is something about the sound made the by palm of my hand striking the soft flesh of a broad's bare ass that has always given me a special kind of thrill. I got that same thrill from swatting Sarah's black ass and gave her a second one for the hell of it.
Sarah let out a sharp little cry when I swatted her that second time and quickly did as she'd been told. It was, after all, one way she could make sure my hand didn't have another chance to swat that lovely ass of hers again. I got to my feet, took a firm hold on her trim ankles and pulled her across the bed until her ass was just barely resting there on the edge of the mattress. I then lifted her feet up and placed each of them on one of my shoulders.
"Hey, the blood's rushin' to my head, man!" Sarah gasped and I chuckled softly, as my hands slid slowly down over those shapely nylon clad calves of her legs, down over her rich, full thighs to pass lightly over the thick mass of black curls covering the fullness of her cunt mound.
"Everything is going to feel like it was rushing in the other direction very shortly," I promised, as my fingers moved back up over those lush, bare thighs to find the tops of her nylons, then the garters that held them snuggly in place.
I made quick work of the two garters holding up the left nylons, just as quick work of those holding up the right, and began rolling both nylons down over her lush, black thighs at the same time. She was breathing hard and I swear it looked as if those full cunt lips of hers were opening and closing ever so slightly, as though trying to suck more fresh air deep into her burning loins. Oh, she was so hot, she'd very likely reach an orgasm even before the full length of my cock was buried all the way in her cunt channel.
"You don't have to work so slow, man!" she gasped, her hands closing into tight little fists at her sides and beginning to pound the mattress beneath her.
"You're going to feel every hard, hot inch of my cock when I drive it all the way to the top of your head," I said and laughed softly. "If you think the inside of your cunt is churning now, just wait, baby."
"I don't dig guys who're nothin' but a lot of hot air, lover," she gasped.
"What about this fourteen-year-old?" I asked. "You're not just pulling my leg about the size of tits she's got." I slid my hands under her and got a firm hold of her buttocks.
"She won't let you fuck her in the normal way, not with her being a virgin and all," Sarah gasped and she was really breathing hard as the desire mounted not only in her churning cunt channel but all through her lush body. "She'll let you wrap your cock up with those big tits of hers though, if a girl can really do that."
Christ! If what the black bitch was saying happened to be true, I'd walked into something. Sure, I'd been looking for a new place to sit my typewriter, the chance to get to meet some new and perhaps interesting people to write about, but this seemed to be something else. Shit! I could write a whole book on what happened between myself and Sarah up there on the third floor of the old brownstone. If Mrs. Chester and her girls were really that sexually starved, I'd have enough material to write what was known in the field as a blockbuster.
"You've got a real nice ass here, cunt," I informed Sarah and laughed softly. "Nice tight little hole I'll bet." I moved my hips forward to let her feel the head of my cock against that smooth black ass of hers.
"This ain't that time of the month, bastard!" she spat and her whole body jerked violently when she felt the heat from the head of my cock against her smooth, bare flesh.
"Shit! I didn't know you broads still worried about that little thing anymore, not with the pill to take," I said, letting the tip of my cock brush over her tiny asshole.
"No! Please!" she cried sharply. "I'll suck it real good if you'd like. Not my poor ass, man!"
"Who're you trying to kid, bitch?" I asked and placed the palm of my hand flat against those full cunt lips of hers, so that I could feel the heat pouring forth from that hot love channel of hers. I knew she couldn't take too much more of my teasing without reaching an orgasm.
"Please?" she begged. "Shove that big, hard cock deep, deep into my cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck the livin' hell out of me."
"Now let's not get too carried away?" I asked wondering just how many men she'd begged for a fuck, even before she'd learned what their first names were. At least most of the bitches I'd screwed had had enough self-respect not to let a total stranger fuck them. They all made sure they knew my name at least.
"Shove that stupid thing clear into me, every fucking inch of it," she cried out sharply and she didn't sound like a black bitch at all.
Flipping her over, so that she was face down on the big bed, was no problem at all. I just slid my hands up along those full black thighs of hers to just below her knees, took a firm grip on them and rolled her over switching her legs from one shoulder to the other. If her legs had been up over my shoulders the way they were, that full, burning cunt mound of hers would have been brushing the edge of the mattress. By letting my knees bend ever so slightly, my cock was able to slip up along the full mound of her cunt. She could feel its full length against her slit, while I could feel the heat pouring from that narrow slit against the full length of my staff.
"Oh, you're a real bastard," Sarah moaned into the big pillow she'd pulled down to bury her face in, so that when I drove all of my big cock clear into that throbbing cunt of hers with one smooth thrust, she wouldn't be heard screaming clear over in the next block.
"Know how filled you're going to feel when all of that nice hard meat slips into you, cunt?" I asked and moved my hands slowly up and down over the soft flesh of her inner thighs feeling the jump of her muscles just under her black skin.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Either fuck me now or, or I'll kick your fuckin' teeth in."
I decided that as k---eyed up as she was, as tight as those muscles in the calves of her legs were, that she just might do that very thing unless I fucked her good. Hell, hadn't I already had more pleasure fooling around with her in the last ten minutes than with any bitch I'd screwed in the last six months or so?
It seemed as though she had a good fuck coming. A really good fuck that is, not just a quick banging, and that was just the thing I planned to give her.
CHAPTER TWO
"Harder! Harder you, bastard!" Sarah cried into that big pillow, which did help to muffle that cry a little. I thrust the head of my cock against those full lips of her cunt and discovered they weren't going to spread so eagerly, even if their mistress was as hot as a bitch could get.
I could feel just the very tip of my cock pass between those full, warm cunt lips, then come to a dead stop. I took a deep breath, drew back and took the staff of my cock firmly in my left hand. Using my hand to hold my swollen cock firmly, I once more placed its head against those cunt lips and thrust. That time they had no choice but to part and let my swollen cock slip between them. Christ! I'd never driven my cock into a cunt channel that was so tight.
I had to keep pressing hard until there was a good four inches of my cock between those cunt lips. When I had that much of my meat between those gripping cunt lips, Sarah came. She bathed the full length of my cock's staff with her cunt juice and one good thrust finally took my tool all the way into her fucking cunt channel, stopping only when it came into contact with the narrow entrance of her womb or back of her cunt. I took several deep breaths at that point, letting her have a chance to get used to the feel of that big cock of mine there inside of her.
"Oh, your seed's going to go right into the very heart of my being, lover," Sarah cooed and I knew she hadn't been at all disappointed when at last my big cock had slipped so deeply into her cunt.
"I tried to tell you what it was going to be like," I said and was a little surprised to learn how normal my voice sounded in spite of the way I was breathing.
Sarah didn't seem to have any bright answer to that one, but I wasn't really too surprised. So many of these broads make a big deal over what the size of a cock should be. They'll even try to make it sound as though they could care less about the size of the cock that slipped into their cunts. Let them feel one the size of mine slip deep into them though, and they show what they really feel. They love those real big, hard cocks and don't let any of them feed you the line they don't.
When I'd rested good, I started pulling back very slowly and felt how firmly those full cunt lips of hers were actually gripping my cock. Maybe they hadn't wanted to part to let it slip between them, but once they'd gotten a good, firm grip on it, they weren't about to let it go if they could help it. I wasn't too surprised though, for after all, a cunt was really the very heart of a woman's being. Surely it had every right to be as unpredictable as the creature who owned it.
I withdrew all but the very head of my cock from between those tight cunt lips, then slammed it deep into Sarah with all the force of my big body behind that thrust. She screamed into that pillow again and I was glad we were there alone in that house at that moment. That cunt of hers was gripping my cock so firmly that I couldn't control my animal urge to really show her what kind of a beast I could be. I'd show her what a good long fuck was really like.
It was a long, long fuck just like I'd planned. Sarah screamed into that pillow three times and each time it was just before she bathed my cock with her hot love juice. Each time she reached an orgasm, I picked up the timing of my strokes just a little, for her cunt was much too moist after her first orgasm to be that tight any longer. By the time her love juice bathed my cock that third time, I was really pounding that bitch and had she been on her back, my balls would have been slapping against that bare ass of hers but good.
"Aaah! Eeek!" she screamed, her head lifting from the pillow just as my seed spurted deep into her cunt, so that it almost seemed as though my seed were going clear to the top of her head to lift it from the pillow.
"Ah, not bad, not too bad, bitch," I confessed, rolling limply to her side there on that big bed when I'd finished giving her that really fine fucking.
"Shit! Your cock ain't been milked that dry by a cunt in a long time and you know it, man," she said, pulling her legs up onto the bed, then pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as a smile touched her lips.
"What the hell you grinning like a cat for, cunt?" I asked, though I had one of those really wild kind of ideas in the back of my skull that could answer my own question.
"Why, Mrs. Chester has a rule around here that anybody who makes use of a tool must see that it's cleaned good," Sarah replied, her fingers moving along my inner thigh as she did a turn with her body that placed her face over my limp cock and her lush bare ass within easy reach of my hands.
"You going to let me get my feet up on the bed first?" I asked, for my legs were starting to feel a little tight from hanging over the edge of the mattress with just my toes touching the floor like they were.
"Why should I do you any favors, man?" she asked and the tip of her tongue moved lightly over the head of my lifeless cock. "You flipped me over, came up into me from behind while you held my legs up over your shoulders, so all my weight was on my poor shoulders."
Yes, I guess that was just what I'd done to that poor little bitch all right. Every time my cock had slammed into her there at the last, her shoulders must have really sunk deep into that big pillow. So perhaps she did have the right to be a little pissed off about it and want to get even if she could. That didn't mean I was going to let her get away with it.
I took a deep, deep breath and then moved quickly. So quickly that I was on the far side of the big bed before Sarah had the slightest idea what was on my mind. I'd known that if she'd got wise that I was planning something, she'd have taken a real firm hold of my cock. That would have spoiled any chance whatever of my doing any of those backward flips like I'd done, right over the top of her naked body, not even letting one of my feet brush her bare ass in the least.
"How'd you do that, man?" Sarah asked, as she turned to face me with a sparkle in those dark eyes of hers, once she got over the shock of what had happened.
"I worked as a wrestler once," I confessed. "A man has to learn how to fall easy, how to move his body out of the way in a hurry in order to keep the other guy from crushing him to the ground, so to speak."
"Man! you never even touched me with one of your feet and my ass sticking up in the air like it was," she cooed, moving up along side of me and taking my cock in her hand.
"If the idea of being kicked in that ass excites you, I'd be more than willing to do just that, bitch," I said and felt the top of one of those melon-shaped breasts brush my thigh when she lowered her head once more to lick the head of my cock with the tip of her warm, moist tongue. I felt a thrill shoot all the way up my spine even then.
"Try any more smart tricks of yours and I'll pull this thing out by its roots, bastard," she said and laughed a soft little laugh just before she closed those lips of hers over the head of my lifeless cock.
I laughed softly, trying to give her the impression she didn't have me worried in the least. To be perfectly honest, I must confess that she had me a little worried. I didn't really know that much about colored broads. There had been that sparkle in those dark eyes of hers that could have meant anything. I couldn't even tell how sexually aroused she still was by the coloring in her cheeks. The only clue I had at all was the firmness of that melon-shaped breast when it brushed over my thigh.
"From the feeling of that big breast of yours, I'd say you were trying to arouse me so I'd be able to fuck you good a second time before that fourteen-year-old gets home," I said, feeling Sarah take the whole of my lifeless cock into that warm, moist mouth of hers after she'd run the tip of her tongue down the full length of its underside.
Oh, that Sarah was good when she set out to clean off my cock with that hot mouth of hers. If I'd had a hard-on I'd have lost control faster than I'd ever lost my control in my whole darned life. As it was, I felt my cock starting to swell just before she decided she'd done her job well.
"There now," she said at last, as she moved back after she'd done her work. "Once that thing dries off real good, nobody'll know how well it serviced my hot cunt."
"For a while there I thought you were trying to arouse me for sure," I said, reaching for those melon-shaped breasts of hers when she stretched out there on that triple-size bed at my side.
"What would you men all do if us broads didn't have tits for you to play with?" she asked and sighed deeply when I closed my hands over those big tits, with the nipples against the tender flesh of my palms.
"What would you bitches do if we didn't have our nice hard cocks to fill your burning cunts?" I asked and laughed a nasty little laugh.
"You got somethin' there, man," Sarah sighed and reached over to run her fingertips through the hair on my chest, while she moved her whole body closer to mine. "I sure did get a bang out of the way your nice, hard cock filled my burning cunt. You fuck real cool for a white bastard."
"Thank you, I think," I said and put my lips to one of her melon-shaped breasts, knowing I didn't stand a chance of getting the whole thing between them.
We stayed right there on that big bed doing little things to each other's bodies, until Sarah decided it was time to get back downstairs and register me in. I glanced at the clock and decided she was getting out of there before that fourteen-year-old girl got home from school. Perhaps she wasn't permitted to fuck any of the gentlemen who took the attic.
"So I've gotta have your name and one whole week's rent in advance," Sarah explained when we were back down in the entrance hall talking like two perfect strangers would have talked.
"The name's Vance Daniels, cunt," I replied, reaching for my money and watching her closely, for you never knew when you'd run into a broad who'd read one of your books when you wrote the kind of books I did. "I write paperback books and living up on the third floor I'll not be bothered too much."
"You ain't met the rest of the bitches in this house yet, man," she cooed taking the bills I held towards her, while those dark eyes of hers danced. "Hey, what I let you do up there on that bed ... What I mean is, no man!" She'd discovered the extra ten bucks I'd put in her hand.
"That extra ten is for you every week I'm here and perhaps it'll even be fifteen if my room is kept nice and clean and my clothes are all picked up once a day," I explained wondering how often a black bitch with her kind of build got offered good money for doing nothing more than stretching out on her bare ass for some white or black bastard.
"Well, now that's a different story, man," she cooed and the ten dollar bill went down between those melon-shaped breasts of hers. "I just didn't like the idea of you thinking I had to do that for money."
"I was sure of that after seeing you bare-assed naked. I had it proven as a fact by the way you fucked," I informed her and suddenly felt the urge to take her into my arms.
Our mouths came together like two burning coals and it became a much, much longer kiss than I'd planned it to be. An on-the-spot kiss like that can often become longer, more meaningful than ever dreamed of. It's been known to end only when the two parties wound up in bed.
She managed to pull free at last and hurry off, all flustered by that sudden, meaningful kiss. Maybe she was used to having white bastards fuck her good, but I got the impression they let it end there.
I was left all alone to cart my two bags and portable typewriter up to the third floor. It took three long trips and I was making that final trip when a teen-age girl came through the front door, stood looking me over with two of the biggest smiling blue eyes I'd ever seen.
"Hello," I said, taking note of the fact that she wore a very tight, very thin, light green blouse, so that any male who looked at her could see how big her tits were. "I'm Vance Daniels and I just rented the third floor." She had to be the fourteen-year-old Sarah had spoken of.
"You write those good paperback books mamma likes to read after she goes to bed at night," she said and I was a little startled to learn a woman so worried about what people would think of her would let her youngest daughter know she read books like those I wrote.
"Have you read any of them?" I asked unable to keep my eyes off the front of her thin blouse while I did some really wild daydreaming.
"Why don't we go upstairs where we can talk things over real good," she cooed, moving in real close. "I'll show you a pair of boobs that outdo any you've ever sucked."
Christ! I felt my cock starting to swell there inside my pants. After all, a cock has no conscience, as they say. All it asks is a cunt to slip deep into. The age of that cunt hardly matters.
Not when she was all but begging to be fucked good!
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, man!" Jenny gasped when I'd had my fill of her sweet, not too salty cunt juice and began to move up alongside that lush young body of hers. "Man! I've had a lot of tongues deep inside my cunt, but none of them ever seemed to go down as far as yours."
"That's very good to hear, honey," I said, stretching out there at her side and reaching for her. "Now roll onto your side to face me and I've got still another treat for you."
"You're hard again!" she gasped when she'd rolled onto her side and I'd slipped my arms around her to draw that warm, lush body of hers up against mine to let her feel how fully aroused my cock was once again, and so soon after having spurted its come so deep into her lovely young throat.
"Didn't I try to tell you what kind of a man you were lucky enough to be with, honey?" I asked, cupping one of those full, rich tits of hers in the plam of one big hand, so that only the thimble-shaped nipple was visible.
"I'll bet even Peggy will let you go down on her, though she likes to brag that she ain't never let no man, or woman go down on her and that she never will," Jenny cooed, slipping her hand between our bodies and sliding it down towards my swollen cock.
"Which one is Peggy?" I asked, wondering if all three of the sisters were as well developed as Jenny, for from everything I'd heard, they were all oversexed bitches, if that was what you'd actually call them.
"Peggy is sixteen, she's the middle one and she looks more like mamma than either Gail or I do," Jenny replied as those slim fingers of hers touched first the head of my cock, then moved down over it to close around its staff. "You'll really dig her thighs if you stick around long enough to get to meet her, what with the way things are."
"And how are things?" I asked, wondering if she honestly thought I'd not be sticking around that old brownstone until I'd not only got to meet all the Chester broads, but fuck them as well. That fucking part went for her, too, though I wasn't going to tell her that. For the time being at least I'd let her think I wouldn't dream of such a nasty thing.
"Peggy has taken up with a monster of a young man who wears a thick black beard and his hair clear to his waist," Jenny explained and moved the head of my cock up and down against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Mamma won't let the monster in the house, so every weekend he and Peggy hop onto his bike and go roaring off into the countryside."
"I've noticed the fact that almost all of those bearded boys like having a good-looking cunt hanging on their arm," I said, feeling the warmth of Jenny's cunt lips against the head of my cock, when that young lady bravely, or was it foolishly, let the tip of it very lightly brush her slit as I'd wished her to do earlier.
"You still trying to shock me, man!" Jenny said and then giggled at the very idea even as the tip of my tongue touched that thimble-shaped nipple of hers. "Don't you think I know that when a guy speaks of his girl as being his cunt, that means he is fucking her good whenever he wishes?"
"You never learned the things you know about sex from watching too much television," I said and took that thimble-shaped nipple between my lips to roll it around good.
"Or did she learn it doing her homework before doing any fucking around," a strange female voice said and there was the sound of flesh striking flesh.
"Mamma, you got home early!" Jenny gasped rolling away from me and sitting up to face the tall, slim woman who could have been anywhere between the ages of thirty or fifty. "You never get home for dinner when you go to see Mr. Dean."
"Mr. Dean was very, very busy today and it would seem it was a good thing," the woman said. She had to be Mrs. Chester, since Jenny had called her mamma, and her brown eyes were on my swollen cock rather than her young daughter. "I don't mind you enjoying a little sex now and then but you know the rules. You couldn't have done your homework so soon, baby."
"There's no school tomorrow," Jenny said. "I didn't see no harm in fucking around a little tonight and doing my homework later on tonight or even tomorrow afternoon."
"You know the rules," Mrs. Chester said. "Now get dressed and go down to your room young lady or there will be no fucking around for a week."
I was up on one elbow listening to that mother and daughter talking. It sounded as though Jenny had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, nothing more. The whole thing was like a crazy kind of dream from which I just had to wake up. No mother ever talked so openly about fucking to a fourteen-year-old girl, not after catching that girl in bed with a perfect stranger and the both of them bare-assed naked.
"You're going to love him to death, mamma," Jenny said, as she moved from the bed to pick up her clothes. "That cock of his is really something else."
"I can see how big that cock is, thank you," Mrs. Chester said, as she sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to take my cock in her hand. "Has he come in that greedy mouth of yours yet, darling?"
"Not only in my mouth but he claims to have fucked Sarah good just before I got home from school," Jenny answered moving towards the door, as she took one last look at her mother's hand there about my swollen cock. "I never saw a cock become aroused so often, so quickly in my life."
"The homework, before dinner!" Mrs. Chester snapped. "Mamma will quickly learn all she wishes to know about our new roomer's nice, big cock in no time at all, darling."
I tell you the whole thing was really weird. Something out of one of those stag movies I'd seen when I was in the Army would have seemed much, much more real to life than the scene that had just taken place between that mother and daughter. I just had to wake up and very shortly, because things like that didn't really happen.
"You have a lovely daughter there," I managed to say, sure that the tall, thin female that sat on the edge of the bed, holding my swollen cock in her soft hand, would just suddenly vanish. She couldn't be real!
"I have three lovely daughters," she said and her voice made a man think about how warm and nice that tall, slim body of hers would feel when it was naked and pressed against his own naked body. "They've all been a little spoiled though." She had leaned forward so I could see down into the front of the low-cut blouse she was wearing and discover how deep the valley between her tits was....
"I didn't try to fuck your lovely, Jenny," I said, wondering why I should be worried about the fact that she'd found the two of us bare-assed naked in bed, when it didn't seem to worry her in the least.
"Oh, I'm very, very sure of that," she said. "Don't you think you should be calling me Norma, darling?"
"You found us naked in bed together and you can be sure Jenny didn't let me fuck her!" I said, unable to understand Norma's seemingly cold feelings towards her lovely daughter.
"I have planted a fear in the back of that child's mind so that I wouldn't have to worry about her getting knocked up before she reached sixteen, when I saw how well developed that body of hers was going to be," Norma Chester said, moving her slim hand downward along the staff of my swollen cock so that the whole of its head was out there in the open where her lips might get at it.
"Are you really sure that fear can't be replaced by her love for some good-looking young punk?" I asked and once more my voice sounded like a stranger's voice, as I felt those warm, moist lips close around the head of my cock. "Boy, the bitches in this house sure like to give blow jobs."
Her mouth didn't stay on the head of my cock long. It began to move quickly down along the full length of its staff. I could feel the muscles in the calves of my legs and thighs stiffen as I heard my heart pounding once again. Norma Chester was no fourteen-year-old and she was proving that point as her lips moved lower, and lower along my swollen cock. Shit! I could feel her lips on my pubic hair as the white bitch had every inch of my cock in her mouth.
Oh, that Norma Chester was planning on having herself one hell of a ball with one Vance Daniels. She's had the good luck, good for her that was, to catch the bastard bare-assed naked in bed with her fourteen-year-old daughter who had also been bare-assed naked. The bitch could send me to prison for ten years if I didn't let her have her fun and she darned well knew it, just as I did.
"You've been a fucking whore all right!" I managed to gasp, as her one hand found my balls, while her other hand slipped under my bare ass in search of my asshole.
She dug the tips of her fingers into the soft flesh of my bare ass and I learned how long her nails were. She wanted me to lift my ass from the bed, and was letting me know in a way I just couldn't misunderstand. Oh, it was a trick the whores liked to use. Get their finger into a man's asshole while they sucked his cock good for him. When the poor guy almost reached his climax, they kindly let him slip his cock deep into their cunts knowing he'd very likely come after only a few quick thrusts. That way they weren't forced to reach an orgasm with every male they took on that evening, I had little choice but to obey like a good boy. After all, the bitch had caught me bare-assed naked in bed with that teen-age daughter of hers. She could blow the whistle on me, so to speak, and I'd wind up behind bars for the next ten years or so, at the very least. My only hope was to please that white bitch so much that she'd forget the idea of blowing that whistle on me.
"You're like a woman doctor I knew when I was in the hospital so long," I gasped, as two fingers, not just the usual one, were driven into my asshole. "She just couldn't take the word of the male doctors there at the hospital and the reports they'd written. She kept trying to prove that her fellow doctors were out of their minds and nearly wore both of us into the ground doing so."
My climax happened while I was talking, and I wondered if Norma Chester had heard a word I'd said. If she had, she was going to be asking a lot of questions when she finished sucking my cock dry, for the moment at least, as she would learn a little later. Shit! I was used to hearing those same old questions. I'd been asked those questions a million times or more by the real experts. Just maybe an ex-whore would dome up with the answer none of those doctors had been able to find with all their test tubes and what have you.
When I felt those two fingers really moving in and out of my asshole, I let go with spurt after spurt of my come just to shake that bitch up real good. I knew she'd thought Jenny and I had just been giving her a big line. She'd driven her fingers into my asshole to teach me that it wasn't nice to lie to her. Well, she was gulping to swallow all of my come before I finished.
"You sure you let Jenny suck you off?" the bitch asked, as she at last moved back to the edge of the bed to sit looking at my lifeless cock, with her head held to one side.
"Give me five or six minutes and, if you're really that heartless, my cock will shoot forth that much come again," I said, with the feeling that she was one of those bitches who wasn't going to have a heart, not after having caught me in bed with her fourteen-year-old daughter.
"You trying to pull my leg?" she asked. "I can come that often if you go down on me but I've never heard of any bastard who could."
"It started happening after I got wounded when I was in the army," I began to explain. "A chunk of lead got lodged at the base of my balls and the doctors were afraid to try and remove it right away. Once I learned of its pleasing effects, I refused to let those bastards remove it."
"Why don't you take a good shower, get dressed and come down for dinner with the girls and myself," Norma suggested. You could have knocked me over with a feather. "You'll learn that my girls and I will be very, very good to you if you can perform the way you claim."
"What about having a look at you, bare-assed naked?" I asked, when she started towards the door. "After all, I've been giving all that cock juice away free, it would seem."
"Just my bare ass, naked!" she said glancing over her shouder when she came to a sudden halt and there was a twinkle in those eyes of hers. "I don't see how that could do that much harm."
Oh, she was a real clever one, she was. Standing right there where she was, she slid her slim hands slowly down her sides to hook her thumbs into the waistband of the skintight pants she was wearing. I'd never seen even a broad's pair of pants without either zipper or snaps to hold them up before but those tight pants Norma had on didn't have either. There seemed to be only the same elastic band around their waist that you found in the waistband of panties or shorts.
With ease she worked the back of those tight pants, and her panties down over the twin globes of her pink ass cheeks. I heard her laugh softly when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making those twin globes of her ass roll ever so slightly. Man! I was going to fuck that white bitch in the ass or die trying.
"Know where I'm going to shove my cock first, bitch?" I asked and my voice once more sounded like the voice of a stranger, but I was getting used to that.
"When you've filled my cunt with your come three times in one day and are ready to fuck me a fourth, you can shove that big cock of yours into any hole around here you wish, with but one exception," Norma said, making no move to pull those tight pants of hers up over her ass. "I'll not have Jenny fucked before she is at least sixteen."
"You seem to have no objections to her giving me a good blow job though," I said and felt my heart starting to pound like crazy again. "What about my shoving my cock into her sweet mouth that fourth time, while you drive your tongue deep into her virginal cunt slit."
There was an almost dead silence while she slowly pulled up those tight pants of hers. She hadn't counted on anybody coming up with something that far-out. Still, she'd made a promise and I felt she'd live up to it.
"All right," Norma Chester said at last and moved towards the door very slowly. "I've gone down on a lot of bitches for the money. Doing it to my own sweet daughter for just the hell of it should be something of a contrast."
"You might find you enjoy it as much as I'll bet that black bitch does," I said, as Norma opened the door.
"I doubt that," she replied, pausing briefly before stepping from the room. "I've had Sarah go down on me and she is something else, man."
"Don't forget to call me for dinner," I said and laughed just before the door closed behind Mrs. Chester.
All by myself there in the attic at last, I got off the bed and did some looking around. All I'd really had any time to look at since coming up to that third floor, had been bare-assed bitches who were sex hungry. Oh, not that I minded, not in the least, man!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sarah turned out to be as good a cook as she was a fuck, which was saying plenty in her favor. It turned out that there were only three of us sitting around the dinner table. The two older girls were both having rather serious affairs with young men it seemed and mamma didn't care for either of those young men. Following the meal, Sarah served fresh homemade apple pie with nice hot coffee. Shit! I'd have married that black bitch that evening if Norma and Jenny hadn't been there.
"If there's one thing I like, it's a man with a good appetite when he sits down at a table," Norma Chester said, reaching under the table to put her hand on my left thigh. "A man who eats good can perform well at other tasks."
"I like a man who is nice and hungry when he crawls into bed with me," Jenny said, and giggled while she slipped one hand beneath the table to find my right thigh.
I took my time lighting my first cigarette since entering the old brownstone and smiled at first the mother and then the lovely daughter. Both of those broads were moving their hands slowly up over my thighs. At the rate those hands were moving, they were both going to reach my fly at the same time. It was very, very tempting to laugh right in their faces. Who, did they think they were kidding?
"You have nothing but sex on your mind young lady," Norma Chester said and smiled at her lovely daughter while both of those soft hands came into contact over my fly.
"You always have to be the very first," Jenny said and there was a little bitterness in the tone of her voice. "Well, for just this once I had his cock in my mouth before you felt it shoved deep into your greedy cunt."
"What have I told you about using those four-letter words at the dinner table?" Mrs. Chester asked in a crisp tone of voice, even as my fly was being unzipped, though I honestly couldn't tell which hand was doing the devilish work.
I spread my thighs wider and puffed on ray cigarette, looking both those broads in the eye in turn. My cock was already at its fullest and when those warm fingers closed around its staff, I had no problem knowing they belonged to Jenny. She'd let her mother do the work of unzipping my fly and taken the chance to get her hand inside of it first.
I had written about such things happening while sitting at my typewriter. I'd spent good money to get good-looking broads to do some strange things with me to make sure two people could do the things I claimed. What was happening there in that old brownstone was wilder than anything I'd ever dreamed up.
"Man! You're a real cool one," Jenny cooed and the way she looked at me said that I'd be the first bastard to fuck her and that I wasn't going to have to wait until she was sixteen to do it. "I was waiting for you to dash for those stairs long before I got my hand on your cock."
"Why would I do such a stupid thing as that, baby?" I asked and chuckled at their looks of surprise. "Did you two bitches really think I didn't know you were doing your best to bug the hell out of me?"
"You're a real bastard, Vance Daniels," Norma Chester said and her eyes were dancing. "I should have known it after having read all of your books."
"I write about life the way I've seen it," I said. "Sure, I get dirty. Shit! If you tell what it's really like when a man makes love to his girl or even his wife, you have to tell about the tit sucking and the shoving of the cock deep into the cunt. Unless you do, you're not telling it like it is."
"I'm glad you write so honestly, darling," Norma Chester cooed. "There are millions of other people who are glad our writers have at last been given the rights they have when it comes to telling it like it is."
I crushed my cigarette into the tray that sat near my glass of water and glanced around. I could see no signs of any other such ashtrays and wondered if that meant the Chester broads didn't smoke. Come to think of it I hadn't seen any bar there in that old brownstone and what I needed after that fine meal was one hell of a good drink.
"Would a man get tossed out of here on his ass if he asked for a good stiff drink?" I asked, pushing my chair back from the table to get my cock away from the female hands that were fighting over its staff.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, darling," Norma Chester cooed getting to her feet. "You come on into the den and I'll fix you a good drink."
"Let me fix it for him, mamma!" Jenny cried, springing quickly to her feet. "I already proved I was woman enough to give him a real drink of cunt juice."
Norma Chester slipped her arm through mine and let me feel her thigh against mine. If a stranger had glanced through one of the windows of that old brownstone, we'd have looked like any average family. Ha, some average family we were! Shit! I'd had some trouble finding that old brownstone just a few short, five hours before.
The den was a little room set back under the stairs. It was a long, narrow room with two of the walls -lined with shelves of books. Against the back wall was the bar, with a refrigerator and everything. There was even a mirror behind the bar, and three of those high stools before it. The den was empty otherwise, except for a long, low sofa and a big easy chair sitting in a semicircle before the bar.
"You might wish to spend some time in here, darling," Norma cooed and glanced towards the rows of books. "I have some very, very rare books here and they all deal with the subject you and I know so well."
"I just might take you up on that," I said, moving over to the big sofa, thinking that was one room that looked as though a man had de signed it. "Of all the rooms in this house, this one doesn't look and smell of women." I had dropped onto the sofa a little to the left and just slightly behind where Norma stood watching Jenny moving about behind the bar.
"I let a truck driver who roomed here for a while decorate this room," Norma replied softly. "Ah, there was a man who had a lot of fucking talent."
Shit! that broad couldn't keep her mind off sex for a good ten seconds. I found myself wondering how Jenny got along at school, being not only so aware of sex, but so very, very well informed on the subject. I was sure that most of her roommates would have been shocked to learn how well she could suck cock.
"Mind if I sit on your lap, darling?" Norma asked, looking back and down over her shoulder at me.
"Under my terms, bitch," I said, reaching up and gripping her slim hips firmly with both my hands to turn her so she was facing me directly. "I get to strip you bare-assed naked before you sit down."
"Aren't you afraid this room will begin to smell like sex if you do that?" she asked and giggled softly the way Jenny would have.
"I'm going to use your cunt juice for a chaser, bitch," I said and let her see all of my teeth. "Jenny is going to do the same."
She gasped sharply and would have stepped quickly back but for the firm grip I had on her. I moved my one hand to the waistband of those tight pants of hers, just the way I'd seen her do, hooked two fingers under that waistband and began to pull downward over her tight panties. I wasn't going to pull down both of those garments at once. No indeed, I was going to have myself a whole lot of fun with the bitch before she stood bare-assed naked and helpless before Jenny and myself. When she at last decided it was no use and gave up trying to pull free, I used both my hands to ease those tight pants slowly, ever so slowly down over the tight panties she wore beneath them.
"Ah, the briefest of briefs, just as I had figured," I said and chuckled softly while taking note of how nice and full the crotch of those brief panties were. Ah, the lady had a rich, full-lipped cunt from the looks of things. The kind of cunt it was a delight to drive one's cock deep into anytime.
"You ever raped a woman?" Norma asked, breathing so hard that for just once her voice didn't sound so calm.
"What makes you ask a question like that, bitch?" I asked. She was not the first woman to have asked that question.
Do you actually manage to get as much sex as you desire with a cock as greedy as yours?" she answered, with yet another question, as I eased those pants slowly down along those perfectly sculptured thighs of hers, that didn't appear to have the slightest mark or blemish anywhere on the whole of their surface.
Her legs were slim but there was a nice curve to her calves when they were bent slightly, as I learned when I lifted each of her feet from the floor to remove her shoes in turn. While I was pulling those tight pants off over her small feet, I remembered Sarah's crack about us males wearing such big shoes and had to laugh softly to myself. Once those pants were removed, I made quick work of Norma's thin blouse and the brief bra she wore, strictly for show I figured, since its cups weren't hardly big enough to cover even her pink nipples.
"Here're your drinks," Jenny said, stepping up beside her almost naked mother, watching my hands move slowly over the cone-shaped tits with their tiny pink nipples.
Once again I got the feeling that everything happening could only happen in one of my crazy kind of dreams. The idea that a woman who seemed as bright, as sharp as Norma Chester, would hold still while a man stripped her naked, then fondled her naked body in front of her own daughter, just couldn't happen anywhere but in a really way-out dream.
"I think your mother should have a good drink first, darling," I informed Jenny and was surprised to find that the tone of my voice sounded so natural.
"Man! You really are a cool number, Vance," Jenny said, as she handed her mother a tall, slim glass. "How does it feel to strip a woman naked in front of her own daughter?"
"You're going to get an idea as to how it feels, honey," I replied. "Sit that other glass down and start removing those brief panties."
Jenny just stood there for a long, long moment looking down at me. She hadn't been expecting anybody to ask her to remove her mother's panties, not even her mother had ever done that.
"Go on, baby," I said. "Just hook your fingers into the waistband of those panties the way you do your own and start rolling them downward. If it'll help, close your eyes and tell yourself you're stripping Sarah's panties off her." I felt Norma take a deep breath when she heard Jenny set down the glass as I'd instructed.
Shit! That bitch couldn't wait to feel the slim fingers of her own daughter hook into the waistband of those brief, tight panties of hers. Oh, she must have been one of the most popular whores in the business when she'd been working at it. So few of those broads who earned a living getting fucked, enjoyed sex as much as she did.
"Oh, baby!" Norma cooed softly and she wasn't talking to anyone but Jenny, for that young lady was skillfully rolling her mother's brief panties slowly, ever so slowly down over the twin globes of her slim ass.
"I'd say that Jenny could grow up to become a very fine whore," I said and gripped Norma Chester's cone-shaped tits so tight she let a sharp little cry escape from between her lips. "It's the oldest trade in the world as you should know."
"No!" Norma Chester moaned, clenching her hands into tight little fists at her sides, as her desire grew more and more demanding. "My daughters will never have to do the things I was forced to do for a living. Oh, no! They are perfect young ladies who wouldn't dream of taking money for letting some bastard fuck them good, but they're more than willing to fuck in return for a favor or two."
"You can take my word for it when I say that your daughters aren't the only young ladies who won't fuck for money, though they see nothing wrong with letting a man, who shows them a good time, banging them before the sun comes up," I said. "It's called free love, though the man really has to spend the money on a young lady of today if he hopes to make more than one trip to bed with her. So it's not really such free love when you come right down to it."
"Oh, God!" Norma Chester cried out. 'The little bitch is running the tip of her tongue back and forth over my asshole."
I got the feeling Norma Chester hadn't heard that last little speech of mine. That was a subject that I got kind of hung up about every now and then. Once I'd tried to work it into one of my books only to have my editor throw a fit. My editor, being a very sexy broad who liked getting banged right there in her plush office now and then, had felt that I gave broads a bad enough time of it in my books.
I let go of Norma's left tit and dropped my hand down to the rich, full mound of her cunt. She had. a fine, healthy growth of hair there, that looked as though it had been bleached. It was a dirty trick a bitch like her would dream up to keep anybody from learning what color her hair really was. I had a hunch that there weren't that many men really interested in what the color of her hair really was. Now when she fucked the way she fucked.
I found her slit with two fingers and upon inserting them, was not surprised to discover that channel of hers was nice and warm there between her full, rich cunt lips. I'd really have been a surprised guy to learn that passage hadn't become nice and moist, knowing how fully aroused the bitch was.
"Oh, such perfectly soft flesh," Jenny cooed and I knew she'd been playing games with that black bitch in the kitchen much too long and often for a child of her tender years.
"Hand me my drink, baby," I said and wondered if my voice sounded as strange to her ears as it did to my own. "Your lovely mother is more than ready to give me that chaser I spoke of earlier and it's about time, since I really need this drink in a bad way."
"I hope my ass is so smooth and soft when I get to be as old as mamma is," Jenny said, moving to pick up the glass she'd put on the floor before moving to pull down her mamma's panties as I had instructed her to do.
I took the tall glass from the child's hand while slipping my one arm around Norma's thin waist. I held the glass up to take a long look at it before putting it to my lips. I hadn't had a drink in a long while and that one tasted better than any I could ever remember, but it's always that way after one of those dry spells with me.
"WOW!" Jenny gasped when I handed the half-drained glass to her. "You're really going to drain mamma the way they say in those books she and the girls read."
"I'll make sure there is more than enough left for you, baby," I promised her, as I slipped both my arms around Norma Chester and slid my hands down her back to cup those smooth cheeks of her bare ass firmly in my palms. That gave me a good firm hold of the lady so she couldn't get any bright ideas later and try pulling back. It also gave me a little control over the tightness of her cunt channel when at last I drove my tongue between the lips of her rich, full cunt mound.
"Oh, please!" Norma Chester moaned when I pressed my lips to the soft flesh there at the fringe of her pubic hair. "Oh, please don't make me wait any longer!"
I let her feel the tip of my tongue against that soft flesh and molded those smooth buttocks of hers with my fingers. I'd known several broads who'd gotten a bang out of having a man go down on them, but Norma Chester was the first who'd ever begged for it. Like all guys, I'd heard that all whores actually went for members of their own sex more than for the males they serviced. Hearing that bitch beg to have my tongue driven deep into her cunt like that just naturally brought it to my mind again.
I must confess here that knowing the bitch's own fourteen-year-old daughter was watching my every move was a totally new kind of thrill. The kind of thrill no man could begin to express with cold words. Shit! I was so aroused that when my tongue first drove deep between those rich, full lips of her nice moist cunt, I came in my pants. It was a first time for me but it had had to happen sooner or later.
After that I really set out to make that bitch Norma Chester know what kind of a man she'd tackled. I used my tongue like a flat prick, driving it quickly up and down inside that nice, moist passage of hers. I had one slight advantage with my tongue I'd never have had with my swollen cock. I'd been able to bend and twist my tongue so that with each downward thrust it made, it very lightly brushed her clitoris. Of course you know that's one sure way of making any broad reach that first orgasm very quickly.
"Aaah! Eeek! That's it!" Norma Chester sang out as one of the most violent orgasms I'd ever known a broad to have, swept through her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
Once she'd come that first time, there seemed to be no stopping her. She came almost every other time my tongue was thrust deep into her cunt. Those tiny red cells deep within those full, rich cunt lips of hers seemed to have come to life and were trying their darndest to grasp my tongue and hold it there inside that tight passage.
I'd wanted to prove to her what kind of a man she'd tackled and it turned out to be she who was doing the proving. I had a feeling that I wasn't really going to be doing too much writing up there on the third floor, not with both that bitch and myself both being so able and willing to fuck, fuck and fuck some more.
"WHOW!" I said, pushing Norma Chester back when I'd at last had my fill of cunt juice, for the time being at least. "You're okay, bitch.!"
"You got what you wanted," she managed to say, for she was really breathing hard. "I guess now you know what kind of a woman I really am, bastard. I can promise to make it well worth your while to stick around for a while."
"Oh, I have no doubt of that, bitch," I said, spinning her on her heels so that I might swat that smooth bare ass of hers real good, just for the hell of it.
"How long do I have to wait to feel that big cock of yours driven deep into my hungry cunt?" she asked.
"I have a feeling I'll have a real good hard-on after watching sweet little Jenny enjoy her first drink from that ever-flowing cunt of yours," I said, turning to glance at the child and not really too surprised to learn she'd stripped herself naked.
"You get up and undress while I stretch out there on the sofa for the sweet child, darling," Norma cooed, as she worked her feet out of those brief tight panties that had become tangled about her ankles. "That way we'll both be ready for our big orgy once Jenny has had her drink."
"I'll agree to giving you one hell of a good fuck," I said getting to my feet. "After that I'm going up to the third floor, lock the door and get a really good night's sleep."
"I'll agree to that, for tonight, darling," Norma said and there was a twinkle in her eyes, as she stretched out there on the sofa, spreading wide those perfectly sculptured thighs of hers in such a way that said she was making no such promises about any of the nights to come.
I began to strip while I watched Jenny move onto the sofa between those widespread thighs of her mothers. I was worried about that child and the way she accepted any form of twisted sex without the slightest question. It was only getting fucked that made her draw back and that wasn't good to my way of thinking. A child her age could become real hung up on sucking cocks and going down on other broads. She could become so hung up she'd never let any man fuck her good and that wasn't natural.
Jenny really dug going down on another broad which she very quickly proved. I didn't actually mind going down on a good-looking broad who had a nice full cunt. Now and then I even enjoyed it as I had with Norma Chester, for I'd known it was giving her such pure pleasure. Still, I never got my tongue deep inside a broad's cunt without first pulling back after lowering my lips to within a few inches of it. It was either the female odor that drove me back for a brief moment or a mouthful of hairs.
Jenny, it seemed, wasn't bothered with such small problems as that. She lowered her head between those perfectly sculptured thighs of her mothers and pressed her mouth firmly to those full, rich cunt lips the same way I'd take one of those cone-shaped tits between my lips. After that all I could actually see was the back of the child's head moving slightly while those slim hands of hers slid slowly up and down her mother's thighs.
I'll have to confess that really wasn't being able to see too much, but it was enough. Enough to tell me that what that child needed was to be fucked, fucked, and fucked some more.
"Oh, my, baby!" Norma Chester gasped, reaching down to grasp the top of Jenny's head and push the child's face deeper into her burning cunt, if that had been possible.
As I watched that mother and daughter there on the sofa, my cock became fully aroused once more. Man! If only another slug had made the rest of my body as tireless as that one had made my cock, I'd have been in great shape. It really hadn't been surprising that some of those doctors had feared letting me out of the hospital, knowing what they had known. There had been that fear, in the minds of a few of them at least, that my constant sexual demands would force me to rape some poor, innocent broad should I be unable to seduce one often enough to meet my overwhelming sexual demands.
"Don't worry about that one," a cute little nurse whom I'd banged a few times, had told those doctors. "With his good looks and a cock that size that produces so nicely, he'll have to fight the broads off."
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself remembering the words of that cute little nurse. So far, I'd never had to fight off any broads, as she'd put it, though I'd never had any trouble in seducing one often enough to have kept from feeling any need to rape one. With Norma Chester and her daughters living under the same roof, it looked as though I might find myself faced with that strange, though delightful problem at last.
"Aaah, Oooh!" Norma Chester sang out and from the way her ass lifted from the sofa I knew Jenny had found her clitoris, that magic button as it's been called, that made her cunt juice flow so freely.
"Your little baby seems to be doing all right," I said, after lighting a cigarette and finding the smoke tasted strange with the taste of Norma's cunt juice still in my throat and even on my tongue.
"She's been doing this a long, long time!" Norma Chester gasped. "You ought to feel the things she can do with that tongue of hers."
"I've felt that tongue of hers at work on the underside of my swollen cock," I informed the bitch. "What that virgin needs now is for a real good man to shove a nice hard cock deep into the tight passage of hers and fuck her good." Sure I was still trying to get Norma to agree that it would be all right if I were to fuck Jenny good, for after all, I was going to do that very thing anyway.
"No!" Norma Chester cried. "Not the way she goes after both cock and cunt juice. She'd never be able to find one man who could fuck her often enough if she got started now!"
"So that's what you fear," I said and laughed one of those low, dirty kind of laughs. "You're afraid she's just like you and will one day become a whore."
"Yes!" Norma Chester cried. "All either of her two older sisters think about is having a nice, hard cock thrusting in and out of their greedy cunts. Oh, they don't take any money for the fucking they do, but they're still whores."
I wondered just how much of what her mother and I were saying was getting through to Jenny. With her head buried between those perfectly sculptured thighs of her mother's I doubted if she was even aware of the fact that we were talking. That child seemed to be in a world all her own.
I finished my cigarette and moved to the bar to fix myself a stronger drink. The one Jenny had mixed hadn't been bad but that was one field where she needed a lot more training. When I'd mixed my drink and moved 'round the bar, Norma was in the grasp of yet a second, or could it have been third orgasm. That broad really put the whole of her being into her sexual relations. If she fucked that well, I was really going to bang her good.
"Please, fuck me now!" Norma cried in a weak voice and I decided that she'd been drained about as dry by her daughter's skilled tongue as she could be without passing right out, the way I'd forced some doubting bitches to do. They'd just refused to take an honest man's word for it when told how often I could make them reach an orgasm. Now I couldn't stand for that, could I?
"Okay, baby!" I said moving up beside the sofa and giving Jenny a good swat on her bare ass. "Your mamma proved what a real woman she is so now it's my turn to prove to her that she has a better than average man on her hands this time."
"I'm glad you saw our ad in the paper," Jenny said, as she got to her feet and swayed just enough so that I caught her around the waist.
"Hey!" I said helping her over to the big easy chair. "You've been almost standing on your head so long it's made you just a little dizzy."
"I'll be all right," she whispered, reaching up to take my cock in her hand when I'd eased her down into that chair. "Oh, that's so nice and hard, and I'll just bet it's full of that real good cock juice, too."
"I didn't read your ad in the paper," I said, pulling back from Jenny's hand quickly, for Norma had earned the right to every drop of cock juice that wonderful sex tool contained. "A friend of mine said he heard your mother took in nice, sober gentlemen who didn't make a lot of trouble."
"I wish I could thank him with a real blow job," Jenny cooed and I suddenly had a hunch she already had. The bastard had very likely been a roomer there for he was the kind of bastard who liked to play nasty little jokes on his pals.
"Please! I need to be fucked!" Norma Chester cried and I felt sure then that she'd never been one of those whores who'd secretly been in love with a member of her own sex. Not that bitch! She needed to be fucked too much by a man with a real live cock filled with hot juice to spurt deep into her burning cunt channel.
I moved back to the sofa and got between those two perfectly sculptured thighs. I lifted Norma's one leg up over the rear of the sofa, pushed her other foot off onto the floor to give myself as much room between them as I could get. Any man who has ever been between a broad's legs while she was spread-eagled like that will know what I mean when I say those rich, full lips of her cunt seemed to be pouting.
I moved forward then and lowered myself over that slim body of hers, taking the staff of my swollen cock in one hand as I did. Teasing that bitch at that moment would have been a very ungentlemanly thing to do. Between the two of us she was so highly aroused that she'd have blown her mind if I'd been beast enough to have tormented her anymore.
I took one of her cone-shaped tits in my free hand, while I aimed the head of my cock at her opening. Taking a deep breath, I made one quick, powerful thrust with all my weight behind it and felt the whole of my cock slip deep within the soft, moist depths of her burning cunt channel.
Feeling the head of my cock strike the bottom of that tight, narrow passage, I paused to give both of us a chance to sort of get our second wind. It was then that I learned Norma Chester was even more of a fucking bitch than I'd thought. She managed to pull her one foot off the back of the sofa, lift the other foot from the floor and plant both of her heels there in the center of my bare ass. What with lying the way she did and with all that hard, hot cock of mine thrust so deep into her cunt, that had taken a lot of willpower on her part.
"So, you really want banged don't you, bitch?" I asked and hoped she knew from the tone of my voice that for the first time since we'd met I had a hell of a lot of respect for her, even if she was a fucking bitch.
"Fuck me!" Norma cried. "Fuck, fuck, and fuck me some more, darling!"
Shit! When a fine lady like that makes such a violent request of a gentleman, what else is there for him to do but fuck the living hell out of her, or at least try. I got the feeling that the man who could manage that with Norma Chester had yet to be born.
I could have used real slow strokes and taken it easy on my legs and thighs. That didn't seem really fair to Norma even if she was a bitch. I rode her the way a man would ride a bucking horse he was trying to break. By the time she'd reached her third violent orgasm and her screams filled my ears, I had the feeling a man would have stood a hell of a lot better chance breaking in a bucking stallion.
It seemed to take forever, and ever before I felt my own climax starting way down in my balls. I knew it was going to be one of my really good ones, for Norma's cunt lips were just as good at gripping and milking every single drop of come from a man's cock as that black bitch Sarah's had been.
"Aaah, eeek!" Norma Chester sang out! "I found myself the fountain of youth. I swear I've found the stupid fountain of youth."
I'll say one thing for that white bitch. When a guy banged her real good she didn't chicken out once the come started to spurt deep into her cunt channel. Those full, rich cunt lips of hers held firmly onto that poor cock of mine until it had no life at all left in it. Only when it was drained dry did she pull her thighs from around my hips and let me pull back out of that greedy hole of hers.
"I guess now you know how I felt that first time he came in my mouth," Jenny said, moving to stand beside the sofa, as I got to my feet never dreaming for a moment that the orgies had not all taken place, for that one day at least.
"Oh, we have us a real good man here, darling," Norma Chester cooed softly, as she reached up to swat my bare ass good, once I was on my feet.
"I think the very least we can do is see to it that his cock is always nice and clean," Jenny cooed and before it dawned on me, she was on her knees at my feet taking the whole of my cock between those soft lips of hers.
"HEY!" I cried. "That's really no all-day sucker the way you seem to think!"
For all the good my protesting did me, I might just as well have saved my breath. Jenny had her mind set on cleaning off my cock. Not only that but she had the thing in her hot little mouth which kind of made her the boss.
Shit! I should have known that little devil wasn't going to be happy with just cleaning off my cock with her soft lips. Hell no, she kept sucking my cock until it became fully aroused once again. After that of course she just had to give me one of those super blow jobs of hers.
Norma Chester watched the whole thing wide ---eyed and then, when it was all over, she moved behind the bar to fix all of us good strong drinks. I had two of those drinks, kissed those delightful Chester broads good night and went up to the attic feeling all worn out. I locked that door good and tight, took a good look around to make sure that black bitch Sarah wasn't hiding under that triple-size bed or anywhere else up there just waiting her chance to get at me.
CHAPTER FIVE
That first night in that triple-size bed up there in the attic of the old brownstone, I slept the sleep of the dead. I couldn't recall when I'd ever slept that well. It was such a sound, restful type of sleep that I was wide awake when the sun came up. After taking a quick shower, and shaving, I let myself out the front door of the old brownstone long before any of the Chester broads were up and about. I felt it was a good idea to be long gone for a while.
Once out in the crisp, clear air of the early morning, I took my time lighting my first cigarette of the day. After moving into a new pad, I liked to get out and walk around that part of the country, even talk to some of the local people. That way I could put some of the local coloring into the plot of the novel I wrote while living there.
Three blocks from the old brownstone it turned into a factory area. As usual, there were a number of small shops and little coffee houses that catered to the factory workers. In the heart of a longer than average block, stood one of those little coffee houses with an off-color green front and a tattered awning hanging weakly over the sidewalk. I was drawn towards that little coffee house as though by a magnet, knowing that any novel I might write while living in the old brownstone would have to contain at least one
CHAPTER about that place.
Pushing open the front door of the place, I walked on inside, not surprised to find the long counter filled with a number of men drinking coffee, eating rolls, and just plain shooting the bull. Lighting a fresh cigarette I walked almost to the rear of the place to find an empty stool almost at the far end of that counter.
A cute little Mexican girl wearing one of the shortest, tightest uniforms I'd ever seen, looked me over closely with two big, dark eyes. I looked right back at her, let my eyes move boldly up and down the full length of her lush body, making no bones about the fact that I liked everything I could see.
"What'll it be?" she asked, as she sat a glass of ice water on the counter before me.
"Coffee and one of those rolls without a lot of that gook in the center of it," I said, letting her see my teeth when I grinned up at her.
"You're new around here," she said, moving to get my coffee and roll, giving my eyes a chance to watch the roll of her buttocks under that tight uniform. "Where you going to work?" I wasn't the only man watching the roll of her buttocks and she damn well knew it.
"I'm one of those jokers who writes books for a living," I said and paused to see what she'd say to that. "Vance Daniels is the name," I added, when the fact that I was a-screw-ball writer didn't seem to shake her up any.
It seemed that almost every man in the place picked that moment to gather around the cash register up front. They all seemed to be buddies and were shoving and pushing each other around like teen-age boys, while their eyes followed every move that little Mexican broad made. As usual, there was that one real smart ass in the group.
"Oh, oh!" the bright boy said, trying to get a firm hold of the chick's hand when he paid his bill, only to learn she was too fast for him. "Keep your panties pulled up tight and your skirt down over your cute ass with Vance Daniels around!"
His friends all laughed at the big joke and they filed out of the place. Once they were gone I found that there were only two other guys in the whole place besides myself and they were too busy reading the early morning racing form to know what was going on in the world around them.
She put my roll and coffee on the counter before me, cleared off the rest of the counter and then got a cup of coffee for herself. With her fresh cup of black coffee, she moved to the stool at the end of the counter, that one right next to where I was sitting, and sat down.
"I gather you must write those sexy novels," she said and her eyes were dancing when she spoke.
"You are not only real sexy looking, but you catch on real fast, honey," I said, letting my eyes drop below the edge of the counter and taking note of the fact that her skirt was well up over her dimpled knees so that a good two inches of her well-rounded thighs were visible.
"You either get sharp real fast working in this racket or the bastards will paw you to death," she said and she was as bold about looking me over closely with those big, dark eyes of hers as I had been in looking her over.
"It doesn't seem as though you were too worried," I said and let one hand drop down to find one of those smooth, bare thighs, not being at all surprised to learn she wasn't wearing any nylons.
"I've heard that most of you writers were all talk and that was about it," she said, making no move to draw her thigh away from my hand while those eyes of hers danced in a way that told me she and I were going to become very, very close.
"I write what're called sex novels," I replied, taking my hand from her thigh to reach for my roll. "I like to call them honest novels about real life, real live people. I can't see how any writer can think he is painting the whole picture of a man, or a woman's life without telling about the sucking and fucking they do both day and night."
"You put up a very good argument for your type of writing, Vance," she said and darned if she didn't sound as though she were actually interested in what I really thought, not just in the size of my cock or how good I'd fuck her once the two of us were alone, but interested in what I had to say for myself and my writing.
"I've got a lady publisher who feels I'm always trying to make that point in my novels," I said with a mouthful of roll, which is hardly the polite thing to do when talking to a lady who was really interested, or seemed to be, in what I had to say, not only about myself but my writing.
"May I ask one small favor of you, Vance?" she asked and I felt her hand pat my thigh very lightly.
"Do you have to even ask?" I questioned, wondering just what kind of a favor she was going to ask, for there was that something there between the two of us that said we'd be fucking each other good before too much time passed.
"If you really want what I have a feeling you do, please don't try pushing me." She said it so softly I had trouble hearing what she was saying. "Just be a real nice guy, stick real close as much as you can and kind of let things just sort of happen."
I favored her with what I hoped was my best smile, took the last bite of my roll and asked for a fresh cup of coffee. When she got up to get that fresh cup of coffee for me, one of the other two jokers got up to pay his check. She let me wait while she took his money, filled her last customer's cup with fresh coffee and then returned to the stool next to mine.
When she slid off that stool to get my fresh cup of coffee the hem of her uniform had been pulled up over those tight, brief panties she wore. Sure, I'd felt like reaching out to swat that well-rounded ass of hers good just like any other normal, healthy guy would have. She'd asked a favor of me though, and if I wasn't man enough to grant it to her, then I was hardly the man to make love to her, to fuck her good.
When she hopped back up on that stool next to mine, the hem of her uniform was hiked so high up those well-rounded thighs of hers that I could see the edge of her brief panties. Had we been facing each other I'd have gotten a good look at the crotch of those brief panties.
"What's a big-time writer such as yourself doing down in this part of town?" she asked at last, breaking the long silence. "You don't really hope to find anything worth writing a novel about, down here do you, by any chance?"
"Before I begin to write a new novel I always move into a new pad," I explained. "That way I have a new setting for each of my new novels without tiring out the old brain too much dreaming up the complete works. I like to get out, move around the neighborhood where I'm living and talk with some of the local people. After that I try to fit my characters into that neighborhood."
"Sounds like a very clever way of working," she said and I felt that stupid cock of mine raise its head up against the zipper of my fly, when she very lightly let her fingertips touch it.
"I guess each writer has his own way of working," I said and wondered if she might not have met my good friend, the smart-assed joker who'd tipped me off about the attic in the Chester house being for rent.
Her hand had stopped moving and I knew she'd felt the hardness, firmness of my cock beneath the zipper of my fly. Her cheeks were a little flushed and I wouldn't have been a normal male animal if I hadn't reached over to stroke her well rounded thigh.
I knew some of my buddies would have said her thighs were not only too thick but that she was fat assed as well. Personally, I liked my broads to have a little soft meat on their bones, for it made them seem much warmer and easier to get to know. I always called thighs like the Mexican chick had, well rounded, rather than fat and that went for the ass, too.
When I found myself alone with a well-stacked dish like the Mexican chick, I could spend hours and hours running my fingertips and lips up and down her legs and thighs. Shit! A guy didn't have to be banging a broad every minute he was alone with her to have a good time.
"I didn't know any man could have that much will power," she said in a tone of voice that said I was making points like crazy with that chick. "That's got to be one of the biggest, fullest I've ever felt."
"It's not so much the size that makes with the problems," I said, deciding I might as well inform her about the way it was going to be. "I got a slug wedged behind my balls over in Korea and my stupid cock can become fully aroused a limitless number of times within any twenty-four hour period. Not only can it become aroused so fully so often, it only needs a fifteen or twenty minute rest between each new arousal."
"Oh, you poor darling," she cooed. "To become so fully aroused so easily and not be able to enjoy a good healthy climax like normal men must surely be pure hell for you."
"I'm not normal in more ways than one," I explained. "I always reach a full climax each and every time I fuck a good-looking woman."
"But that's humanly impossible!" she stammered, just the way that fine lady doctor had after she'd first read my chart and talked to the male doctors on my case.
"It so happens to be true," I replied. "When I was first brought in off the battlefield I was too weak for that kind of an operation. By the time I'd grown strong enough I'd learned what wonderful new powers that slug had given my cock, thanks to a couple of cute little nurses. Of course I refused to let anybody remove that slug, even wrote to my congressman."
"Shit!" she said, pressing the palm of her hand firmly against the fullness of my fly. "Oh, if only I could get out of this stupid joint before five o'clock."
"Sure you can't get away earlier, baby?" I asked, for it was the same way with her as it was with all of the broads once they got a feel of my big cock and I told them how often it could become so fully aroused, how often it could spurt its come deep into their cunts. After leaving those facts, they just couldn't wait to get me off alone and find out just how true what I claimed was.
There for just a little while at least, I'd dreamed that it wasn't going to be that way when she learned the facts. Shit! I guess some guys never give up searching for that perfect angle they'll never find.
"Not a chance in hell," she said and she was so hot to get at that big, hard cock of mine, that she was no longer that cute, cool little chick she'd been in the beginning.
"You the only waitress?" I asked, thinking that was very likely the case or she wouldn't be just sitting there on her ass so early in the day the way she was, while her hand slid back and forth over the length of my fly, trying to form a picture in her mind as to just what all that meat would feel like driving deep into her hot cunt.
"The bastard who runs the place knows I need the money and he won't hire any more help," she said and there was a bitterness in the tone of her voice I'd heard far too often in the voices of well-stacked, bright young chicks like her.
"Sounds like you had man trouble," I said, thinking she'd very likely had man troubles when she'd been in her teens for she couldn't have been much more than twenty-one or two.
"This bastard fast talked me into going to this real big, wild party with him one night," she confessed. "He didn't go to the trouble of telling me how strong the drinks were going to be, nor did he tell me some of the cigarettes I was offered wouldn't be filled with strictly tobacco."
"He had his reasons," I said. "You're too nice a girl to have gone to that kind of party knowing what might happen."
'Shit!" she said. "If I'm such a nice girl why was I going with a married man who had three kids, when I knew all he was really looking for from me was a quick roll in the hay, which he got before that party was over, while I was too drunk and doped up to know what was happening."
"So are you foolish enough to still be seeing him?" I asked point-blank.
"Hell no!" she said. "The police pulled a raid on that pad and I was caught bare-assed naked in bed with two bastards. I was as high on dope as they were and I got one hell of a fine to pay off." She was ready to cry at any moment when that stupid horse player decided to head up front to pay that big bill of his.
"I'm goin' to the John," the Mexican chick said softly and slipping from the stool on which she'd been sitting, she dashed back into the kitchen.
"HEY! Where the fuck you going, Tina," the bastard called and then laughed one of those dirty kind of laughs. "You ought to know better than to let one of your hot pants boyfriends fingerfuck you during workin' hours."
I was on my feet moving towards the bastard when one of the biggest jokers I'd ever seen came storming through that swinging kitchen door. He was ready to kill somebody, anybody and didn't much care who it happened to be.
"Let's both drop a buck on the counter and get our asses the hell out of here," I said to the horse player, for the big joker could have taken care of us both with one hand.
The smart-mouthed little bastard decided he'd talked out of turn once too often and went through that front door so fast it barely had time to open for him. I figured he'd have to find a new place where he could drink his morning coffee and read his morning racing form. It also looked like I'd be waiting out on the front walk or in my parked car at five when I returned to pick up that little Mexican cunt, Tina.
That stupid horse player had at least let me know what the cunt's name was. I'd know what to call her later when I was making love, fucking the shit out of her.
Oh, I hadn't given up the idea of getting between those well-rounded thighs of that Mexican chick by a long shot. She'd only gotten a little upset after having told me all of her big problems. I'd let her feel the size of my swollen cock, told her my own problems, so she'd have plenty to think about before five o'clock rolled around.
CHAPTER SIX
I'd gotten into the old brownstone and made my way clear up to the second floor landing without running into one of those Chester broads or that black bitch of theirs. To say the least, I was feeling pretty proud of myself and thinking that just maybe I'd make it all the way to my attic, get the door locked behind me and have a chance to do some writing before they moved in for their pound of flesh-my over-sized cock.
There was of course the way-out chance they were all so fucked out after my one day in the place that they were still sleeping it off, so to speak. Like I said it was way-out, even thinking that could happen. Those broads were never going to get that tired out from fucking, it was their whole way of life, man!
Upon reaching the second floor landing I learned how pooped I was from that climb. I hated to run the risk but I just had to pause and catch my breath before going on up. It was while I was catching my second wind, so to speak, that I heard those soft moans, and sharp little cries that had to come from the throat of a female. Not just any female but a female who's either just had a violent orgasm or was about to reach the peak of one.
That Mexican cunt, Tina, had already aroused that stupid cock of mine. Trying to write with it so fully aroused was not going to be easy. I might find it impossible as I had more than once in the past. With that in mind, I decided to hell with proving I was clever enough to reach my attic room without being spotted by those Chester broads or that black bitch who worked for them.
Slipping off my shoes, I moved into the second floor hall from the landing and paused. I hadn't heard any more of those moans or sharp little cries. With my heart beating the way it was and my cock throbbing so much, I doubted if I'd be able to hear just the deep breathing that always went along with them.
After taking a deep breath to try and clear my head a little, I started to work my way down the second floor hall. I moved from door to door pressing my ear against each one and listening for the slightest sound within. When I reached the fourth door I knew my search had come to an end. It was slightly ajar and I found I could hear a deep breathing coming from within the room beyond.
I had a bet with myself that I knew who one of the two people inside that room would turn out to be, even before I touched the door lightly with my left foot. That was all it took to make that door swing into the room and I wasn't worried about whether or not I was discovered. The way my stupid cock was throbbing, it was going to shoot its come in the crotch of my pants very, very shortly.
"Ah, oh!" came the low cry once again and I knew it to be the cry of a broad about to reach the peak of a violent orgasm that would shake her as few other orgasms had shaken her.
There on a narrow twin bed before me, jutting up into the air was the smooth, black ass of the bitch Sarah. She was up on her hands and knees with her head down between a pair of slim pink and white thighs. I had no need to get too close to know what her tongue was doing to the cunt of the dark-haired young girl lying beneath her with her slim thighs spread wide.
I'd never seen the girl before but figured she had to be another one of those Chester broads. Those broads just couldn't seem to ever get enough sex and I was getting the feeling that was why they kept that black bitch employed. She'd go down on any of them whenever, wherever they wished her to and not give a fuck who knew it.
As I began to strip off my clothing, still unnoticed by either of those two fucking broads, I glanced at the dark-haired girl more closely. Her head was rolling from side to side on a large pillow, while her hands were actually trying to milk her high-pointed tits. I'd seen broads in stag films get so worked up, they'd tugged at their own tits that way, but I'd never seen a live bitch doing it to herself before.
"Easy, easy," Sarah cooed, lifting her head from between those slim, pink and white thighs to watch the young girl's hands milking her high-pointed tits so savagely. "You all is gonna go really wild over that big cock that stud who rented the attic yesterday has got hanging between his thighs."
"Here I thought I'd seen everything, bitch," I said moving up to the edge of the bed so that I could reach that black bitch and let her feel the palm of my hand come down hard against that black ass of hers. "It would seem as though I still had a thing or two to learn though."
"What the fuck you doin' here, man!" Sarah asked, but since she was looking right at my swollen cock there was no need to answer that question for her.
"I'm in the mood to do some real good fucking, bitch," I replied and let her feel the palm of my hand come down against her ass once more for the hell of it. "You know it's been one hell of a long while since I had the pleasure of fucking one of you black bitches in the ass real good."
"Oh, your cock thrusting in and out of my tight little hole while my tongue drives deep into sweet little Gail's hot cunt sounds cool, man!" Sarah cried, as I moved onto the bed on my knees and got directly behind her.
"You're nothing but an animal, bitch," I said taking the staff of my swollen cock in my hand and aiming it at that tiny rear hole of hers. "Well this is the kind of fucking animals have been doing since the beginning of time."
"Aaah, eeek!" Gail cried when Sarah dropped her head back between her slim, pink and white thighs to cover her cunt with her greedy mouth.
If that black bitch hadn't had her mouth so filled with poor Gail's cunt meat she'd have sure as hell been screaming her head off, too. I didn't care what kind of a fucking bitch she was. When a cock the size of mine went into a hole as tight as that asshole of hers was, she had to feel it clear to the top of her head!
I'm not the kind of a bastard who had ever gotten his big kicks out of hurting the bitch he's fucking. Maybe that was why none of them ever refused me a second fuck once they learned not only how big my cock was, but how often it could become so fully aroused. Once my cock was buried deep in that black bitch's ass, I gripped her hips firmly and really began banging the hell out of her, wanting to hurt her. Perhaps it was the fact that we were both fucking those Chester broads and in a sense trying to outdo each other at it. Had she been another man I'd very likely have slugged her, but she was a broad so I hurt her the only way I knew how. Fucking her good and hard in the ass, man.
Being up there on my knees like that I was able to look down over that black bitch's body and at least see Gail's head and tits. The poor girl's head was rolling from side to side so fast I couldn't even get a good look at her eyes. Shit! That poor girl was so close to an orgasm I'd have bet the pupils of her eyes had rolled clear out of sight, the way they will at such times for some broads. What worried me was the way she was clawing so savagely at her own tits. Unless she cut her nails very short, they were going to be bleeding soon.
"No, don't! Oh, God, please don't!" Gail cried, trying to lift herself from the bed. While I felt sorry for that poor young lady, her cries nevertheless fired my lust that much more, until I was really banging that black bitch good.
"If you've got that girl's clitoris between those thick lips of yours, you'd better let go of it, bitch," I gasped, for it's not easy to talk while your cock is being shoved in and out of such a tight hole so fast and hard. "If you both reach your orgasms at the same given moment, you could tear the thing out by its roots."
"You really that worried about any broad, honey?" Sarah asked after lifting her head from between those slim, pink and white thighs. "I didn't think a stud like yourself was really that human, man!"
Yeah! It looked as though that bitch and I were going to be having some trouble. She was used to seeing to it that the broads there in that old brownstone got all the sexual pleasure they needed. That sort of made her the boss around there and the idea of having a healthy stud like myself living under the same roof wasn't going to please her. Well, I had some news for that black bitch! I was there to stay and she'd be real smart to get me on her side.
"Oh, God!" Gail moaned when she began to relax once that black bitch's tongue was no longer being thrust so deeply into her cunt, forcing her into orgasm after orgasm until she must have felt as though her whole body was being torn apart. "You're really horny today, Sarah."
"And here the bitch had me thinking she was that way day in and day out," I said and Gail actually seemed surprised to discover that she and that black bitch were no longer there all alone in that bed.
"HEY!" Gail said and her eyes seemed to double in size, as she looked up at me. "Don't tell me mamma found a good-lookin' stud willing to rent the attic. Man! I was starting to think the word had reached the far corners of the earth and we'd never get another poor man under this roof again."
"I rented this bastard that attic room," Sarah gasped and I knew she was wishing she'd told me to get lost. "Even as well hung as he is I figured that one night under this roof would be enough to send him runnin' for the hills the way all those other chicken-livered men went runnin' soon as they learned what kind of things happen here." While Sarah was talking, running men into the ground, she at least didn't have her mouth glued to Gail's cunt. She did have her hands under the girl though and was molding her slim buttock cheeks which keep a broad sexually aware of herself.
"Does he fuck as good as I'm thinking from watchin' the way those melons of yours are swayin' to and fro?" Gail asked and like Jenny, she had picked up certain little things from that black bitch that told you how much time the two of them had spent together.
"It's a long story and one you'll be learning later, sweetie," I informed her, as I felt Sarah's whole body stiffen and knew that in spite of herself, the black bitch was very close to reaching her first orgasm from being fucked so good and hard in the ass.
"Give the fuckin' bitch hell, man!" Gail said and giggled. "She has been having her way with us Chester women far too long while never really letting any of us get to her real good."
Yeah, it seemed as though I'd been right. In a sense that black bitch had moved in on Norma Chester and her three lovely daughters and had become the man of the house. Those broads all needed plenty of sexual release as she had quickly learned and she'd been more than willing to see that they got what they craved so badly, for a price that was. If they crossed her in any way, she just refused to take care of their sexual needs until they came around.
Well, things were going to be very, very different. I'd be giving the Chester broads all the fucking they needed and if that black bitch didn't like it she could go to hell. If she was smart she'd go along with the way things were going to be and I'd take care of her, too. I had enough to go around and then some.
I managed to hold back my come until I'd made that black bitch come twice. She had fought both orgasms with every ounce of her being, so it had taken twice as long as it would have with the average broad. By the time I felt Sarah reaching the peak of that second orgasm, my balls were throbbing so I had to let loose. After all that fucking I really spurted a load of come up into that asshole of hers. Man ! What a mess that makes of a guy's cock.
"WOW! You got one hell of a fuckin' tool there, man!" Gail gasped when I'd withdrawn from Sarah and moved from behind her big ass so the girl could see how well hung I really was for the first time. "Man! No wonder those big black boobs were sway in' with all that meat pumpin' in and out of that black ass."
"If that lovely little Jenny were here getting this tool cleaned off would be no problem whatever," I said, taking note of the dark spots on the mounds of Gail's high-pointed tits just below the small nipples. I was very glad she had brains enough to keep her fingernails cut short.
"I was in hopes you wouldn't mind having me take that beauty between my dry lips so I might have a taste of your come," Gail cooed and even if I hadn't been told she was one of those Chester broads, I'd have known she had to be.
"I suggest that Sarah run down to the bar and get all of us a real strong drink," I said. "I have the feeling we're all going to be needing a good drink before this orgy is all over with, sweetie."
"Ah, a man with what I call a real heart," Gail cooed and the tip of her fingers touched the head of my cock.
"You're about to take the only heart this bastard has got in your mouth, honey," Sarah said, as she moved off the bed after giving Gail a good swat on her slim, bare ass.
I could have made any number of nasty cracks after she pulled a stunt like that, but I let it go by. I just had the feeling I'd be getting every chance a man could ask for, to prove to that bitch that I was, after all, a better man than she.
When Sarah had left the room to get those strong drinks, I pulled back a little and took my first really good look at Gail Chester's lush, naked body. I found that she had the same general build as any of the countless eighteen-year-old babes I'd sucked and fucked. It was a little surprising, for I'd come to sort of expect more from one of those real sexy Chester broads.
"Well?" Gail asked in a sweet voice when my eyes had moved lustfully, shamelessly over every inch of her naked body.
"Very, very nice," I said. "Shit! I can already feel a very slight tingle down in my balls."
"So soon?" Gail asked and her cheeks started to become a little flushed, as she got up onto her hands and knees and shook her whole body, very much like a dog would have, after lying so long in one spot.
"All my cock needs is a fifteen or twenty minute rest after an orgasm and the slightest touch, seeing a naked body as lovely as yours, will arouse it to its very fullest," I explained, stretching out on the bed and feeling the warmth and slight dampness left by her body.
"You've got to be kidding," she cooed and then the tip of her tongue cleaned off the head of my cock very, very nicely.
"It happened back when I was in Korea," I replied. "A slug is buried behind my balls. It's too long a story to go into for you now, sweet."
"If it's like you say, who the hell cares what the story behind it is?" Gail asked and then those soft, moist lips of hers took the head of my cock between them.
I spread my legs wider apart and placed my hands under my head so I could watch the eighteen-year-old doll closely, while she used that lovely mouth of hers to clean me off, and perhaps even arouse me once again.
I'd learned how good two of those Chester broads were when it came to sucking cock and I was looking forward to learning if they were born cocksuckers. Actually, I had a feeling none of them would ever come up to Jenny and that really worried me. No girl of that age should be that satisfied with just sucking on a man's cock. It just wasn't natural. Sucking a man's cock was something a broad did to get her cunt ready for a good, hard cock.
Gail worked those lips of hers slowly down along the staff of my cock until she had the whole of it there inside that nice warm cavern. Her tongue had moved out just ahead of those soft lips of hers cleaning off every speck of my come. She had to be tasting a little of the shit from Sarah's ass but that didn't seem to be bothering her. Maybe she'd driven her tongue up into that tight rear hole of that black bitch a time or two and had gotten used to that taste.
Once she had the whole of my cock in that warm mouth of hers, she really went to work on it with her lips and tongue. Shit! With a broad's tongue and lips working on the staff of his cock, even a normal bastard would have gotten a second hard-on after only having enjoyed one good fuck that day. With that super cock of mine I really began getting horny.
By the time Sarah returned with a tray, glasses, the makings for drinks, and even ice, Gail had been forced to pull back so that only about two-thirds of my cock was in her mouth. Even that much was making her cheeks all puffed so that she knew a little of what Sarah must have felt like with all that good meat going deep into her tight rear hole.
"Well, well," Sarah said, putting down her tray and moving to the edge of the bed where she stood watching Gail suck my cock the way a baby might suck its mother's full breast at feeding time. "I see you're a real good cocksucker, honey."
"Give me some of that brandy," Gail said drawing back so that she was up on her knees, once more looking down at my swollen cock that glistened from her fine cleaning job.
"Don't get so cute, honey," Sarah said and there was that little coldness in the tone of her voice that said she just wasn't used to any of those Chester broads talking to her that way, like she worked for them or something.
"Get her the brandy, bitch," I snapped, reaching around Gail as I sat up to swat that black bitch good and hard on that bare ass of hers," to let her know she was no longer the boss around that old brownstone.
"You fuckin' bastard!" Sarah said, moving to where she'd placed her tray. "Why couldn't you have been like all the rest of them guys that came here so eager to rent that attic room. Two or three good fucks before they'd been here two hours, sent them all runnin' for the hills real fast."
"So maybe I'm beginning to see why we've lost so many of our male roomers after such a short time," Gail said turning to face Sarah. "Mamma was trying to break them in slow, let 'em know there was all the sex they could ever want right under this roof without scaring them off. If you went up there and raped them like bang, bang in less than an hour or two, they thought the broads in this house were sex-crazy bitches."
"Shit! That's just what she did," I said patting Gail's soft, pink and white ass lightly. "She opened the door and before she learned my name she got me up there in the attic, driving my cock deep into that greedy cunt of hers. All the time she kept hinting about Mrs. Chester, her three lovely daughters and the wild orgies that I'd be a part of if I stuck around more than a full week. She wasn't happy with just one pounding or even two, but she sure as hell was when I gave her a fifth before I let her off that round bed."
"Wait until I tell mamma about this, bitch," Gail said and there was a coldness in her tone of voice that almost made me feel sorry for that black bitch.
"You gonna tell her, after all I done for you?" Sarah asked, as she carried two tall glasses over to the bed.
"You bet your black ass I am," Gail snapped. "You been acting like this was your house, like Jenny and I was more your daughters than mamma's, 'cause you could make us reach so many good orgasms."
"That's why she did her best to scare all your roomers away, making them think they'd have no rest from you sex-happy females, day or night, as long as they stayed under this roof," I pointed out to Gail. "She didn't go for the idea of having a healthy man around who could do a lot of fucking. That would have been an end to the hold she had over you girls and your mother."
"Oh, how blind we've all been," Gail said after she'd taken nearly half of her drink in one good swallow. "I've seen Sarah with Jenny and yet I never got wise to the fact that she was actually trying to fill the shoes of a man around this house."
"I best be goin' to pack my things," Sarah said, heading for the door. "I ain't one to hang around where I ain't trusted no more, gal."
She stopped to pick up her clothes, glanced back towards the bed where Gail was playing with my swollen cock with her one hand while lifting her glass to her lips with the other. Seeing she wasn't going to be begged to come back, she left the room slamming the door behind her.
"What a nerve she has," Gail said leaning over the edge of the bed to put down her empty glass. "After pulling that kind of a trick on us she acts like she was the one who'd been lied and cheated to all along."
"You'd be wise not to trust her again," I said, leaning over the edge of the bed to place my empty glass on the floor. "No telling what a bitch you can't trust will do and there's no way of watching her twenty-four hours a day."
"She sure has given all of us some real good orgasms though, when you stop to think about it," Gail said, turning back to look down at the swollen cock she held in her hand. "Nothing like the kind of orgasms this old man can give a healthy cunt like myself, I'll bet."
"How many men have you fucked?" I asked, remembering a sly remark Norma Chester had made about her two oldest girls.
"When a guy I like takes me out for the evening, shows me a real good time, I can see no reason why I shouldn't be nice and let him fuck me real good. Shit! I'm not stupid enough to try and make the guys think us broads don't need or want sex every bit as much as they do. Not when they all know better to begin with."
"Do you think it's natural or right for Jenny to be perfectly contented with just being permitted the privilege of sucking a good, hard cock?" I asked.
"Do you honestly think poor Jenny is really contented with just giving a man a good blow job, or even going down on Sarah or myself?" Gail asked. "That sweet little girl has an itch up inside that tight little cunt of hers that could drive her right up the wall. Mamma has made her think that if a girl is too free with her special favors before marriage, she will never make a really good marriage. It's sort of like she'd put the fear of God into Jenny in her own way to keep her from fucking with the guys."
"As her big sister, don't you owe it to her to tell her it's not really that way anymore?" I asked. "I mean you've fucked with enough guys to know they don't hold a broad's not being a virgin against her these days."
"Oh, I've learned how popular a girl can become once the guys learn that she likes to be fucked good," Gail replied and then laughed softly. "I know a dozen guys who'll take me out any evening of the week, spend money on me to make sure I have a good time because they know I'll let them fuck me good later on. Not one of them has offered me a diamond."
"You'll find Mr. Right Guy one of these days," I said and was aware of how stupid that line had really been. "You've got a good build and better yet you like to fuck."
"So enough of this pointless, stupid chatter," she cooed and swung one leg over my thighs to place her hungry cunt right over the head of my cock. "You must be all worn out after giving that black bitch such a good fuck in the ass, like you did, so you just relax and let baby take care of everything."
Ha! Who was trying to pull whose leg at that point? Shit! No man could have relaxed knowing that sweet little cunt was going to be fucking him. I could feel that soft, warm flesh of her slim, pink and white thighs gripping my thighs and the heat seeping from the slit of her cunt.
"I can only say I hope like hell you fuck as well as you suck cock," I said, placing my hands under the back of my head and trying my best to do as the young lady had asked.
"Well, now how does this feel?" Gail asked, reaching down to grasp the staff of my cock and then actually running its head up and down the full length of her slit the way I'd have done had I been in the saddle. "You know that black bitch always had to be the one on top. This is going to be very, very nice for a change, lover."
"That's one more bit of proof Sarah was trying to be the man around this old house," I pointed out, as Gail pressed the head of my cock between those soft, furry lips of her cunt and let me feel its warmth seeping upward from deep within the very heart of her being.
"Yes, I see all that so clearly now," she cooed, as she began lowering her tight cunt slowly down over the full length of my swollen cock.
I'd never had my cock go so slowly into a hot, moist cunt before. I'd usually shove a few inches of my big cock into a broad's cunt, let her get used to the size of it, and then make a final thrust to bury the rest of it deep within her. Having those cunt lips move slowly down along the staff of my cock, feeling very much like the lips of a broad's hot mouth, sent a whole new series of thrills shooting up my spine. Man! I got an idea what sinking slowly into quicksand would be like.
I'll have to give Gail credit for having known what she was doing though. Taking all that big, hard cock so deeply into her tight young cunt without the thrust of my big body behind it, could have been most painful for her. She had another very good reason, too. Shit! That bitch came twice before she had all of my cock deep in her cunt.
"You're an old pro at this, sweet," I told her, watching the way the nipples of her high-pointed tits were swaying once she began rolling her hips. , "Some of the guys like this for a change of pace," she said, leaning forward to grip my waist firmly with both her hands, the way her thighs were gripping my thighs. "I should have put one of my new records on so we could be dancing the dance of the cock."
"I hardly think we have any need for music," I replied. "You can dance with this bastard's cock any old time of the day or night and don't you ever forget it, sweet. That cunt's so nice and tight you could pass as a virgin with some of the bastards I've known."
"Just this one time is all I'm goin' to fuck you for now," Gail cooed. "We don't want you getting any crazy ideas about not being safe under this roof because us Chester broads are cock-happy. Now that we know why our male roomers were runnin' off so fast, it'll be up to you to come a-lookin' for one of us Chester broads whenever you feel the need of a good orgasm."
I lost track of how many times Gail Chester reached one violent orgasm after another while she rode my cock as if it were a stallion she were trying to break in. Long before I spurted my come up into that tight, hot cunt of hers, she was gasping for breath, her head was tipped way back and her hands had left my waist to milk her own high-pointed tits, just as I'd seen them do before. I'd gotten the impression she'd never be able to keep that promise she'd made. The one about my being the one who'd have to go searching for one of the Chester broads the next time I'd desired an orgasm with one of them.
That sweet little bitch fooled me good though. Once she had milked my cock dry with that well trained cunt of hers, she began to cool down. I'd never known a broad who'd been so hot to cool down so fast, so completely.
"Man! I can hardly wait until you desire a really good fuck and come down looking for it," she gasped, moving off me and the bed almost before I could swat her bare ass good.
"You're really going to wait for me to come to you?" I asked and knew I couldn't have sounded more surprised.
"That's the way it should be," Gail said. "Men don't like sex-happy bitches runnin' after them, not even for a fuck, any time. So the next time you'll have to come lookin' for one of us Chester broads yourself, bastard. I won't say I won't be hopin' it's me you come looking for."
"I have the feeling it won't be long, sweetie," I promised rolling off the bed and reaching for my clothes. "I'll be listening to see how long you broads keep talkin' as if you had some colored blood in your veins, or could that be the case with you. That thatch around the top of your cunt is kind of curly and black come to think of it."
"Beats me, man!" Gail said with a shrug of her shoulders, "I got a feeling my old lady fucked more than one colored bastard if they had the money."
Yeah! Norma Chester very likely had fucked with more than one black bastard back in the good old days. Still, I didn't really think she'd have been stupid enough to have let one of them knock her up good. Of course it had been known to happen more than once. Shit! Even whores could make goofs when it came to fucking the wrong bastard at the wrong time of the month.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Up there in my room on the third floor of the old brownstone, I opened the icebox that stood off in one corner next to a beat-up old stove. I'd given Sarah some money and asked her to do some shopping for me the day before. Knowing how she felt about having a man under the roof of the old house, I wondered if she'd gone to the trouble. She'd very likely been planning on running me out of there just as fast as she could manage.
I learned quickly that she'd stacked the icebox with TV dinners and that sort of thing. In a narrow cupboard I found a whole lot of can goods and even a coffeepot. That coffeepot and the fresh can of coffee was what I'd been really looking for.
The can of coffee hadn't been opened but that gave me no big problem. I fixed myself some of my own special black brew and took a second look in the icebox. To my surprise there was even a six-pack of beer there. Seeing those TV dinners had been no surprise. A man could get real tired of eating TV dinners day after day. Perhaps so tired of it that he'd get out of the house as often as he could and wasn't that, after all, what Sarah seemed to want.
I thought about opening one of those beer cans and then decided against it. I really hadn't had enough to eat that day to be doing a lot of drinking. Beer always made me get real sleepy anyway and I had no desire to go to sleep too soundly. There was a little Mexican cunt I was going to take home and fuck real good before I did any sleeping.
While my own special black brew was perking I got out my battered typewriter and rolled a sheet of paper into it. I had a few stray ideas for the first
CHAPTER of a new novel and wanted to see them in print. Sometimes what seemed like a good idea in my head didn't work out when I put it down in black and white.
I'd knocked out several lines and liked the feeling I got when I reread them. That was when I heard the sound of high heels on the landing just outside my door and took a long, deep breath. So, in spite of Gail's promise, it looked as though I wasn't going to have to go looking for the next good fuck I wanted.
I turned from my typewriter as Norma Chester came into the room with a large tray of sandwiches and cups of steaming coffee. She was wearing a tight pink, pullover sweater that hugged her cone-shaped tits so that you could almost make out the nipples that topped those tits. Along with the sweater, she wore a soft-looking skirt that ended a good four inches above her knees, so you knew that when she sat down, you were going to be able to see the edge of her panties, perhaps even their crotch unless she was enough of a lady to cross her fine legs.
"I've just had a brief talk with Gail," Norma Chester said, after placing her tray there alongside my typewriter. "I'm so sorry you had all that really wild sex thrown at you so fast yesterday."
"It was sort of startling," I had to confess. "Can't say I was too sorry, though I can see where the average guy would have wound up feeling the way a broad feels after getting gang-banged.
"I wanted you to know I agree with the promises Gail made you and hope you'll agree to keep this room. There will be all the sex, right under this very roof, that a man such as yourself could ever demand, though it will never be forced upon you," Norma Chester explained, as she moved to sit on the edge of the big bed, after she'd taken one of the mugs of coffee and a sandwich from the tray. "When you want to fuck we'll all be more than ready to see that you get all the fucking you need, but we'll never come up here to make the first move."
I had been right about how short that soft-looking skirt of hers was. I could see all of her lush thighs right up to the edge of her panties. She might have been a whore back in the good old days, but she had learned to be a lady. She'd crossed her knees so I couldn't see the crotch of her panties.
"I met this Mexican chick earlier today when I went out for an early morning stroll," I said, reaching for the mug sitting on the tray. "I'm going out around five, take her home and bang the piss out of her," I informed Norma Chester, even though I felt under no real obligation to inform her about what I did when not under her roof, or what I might do to one of her three daughters while I was under her roof.
"You're the kind of a man I should have met when I was the same age as Jenny is now," Norma Chester said, after swallowing the mouthful she'd been chewing while I'd been talking. "An uncle of mine banged me when I was just fourteen and from then on I couldn't say no to any male any age. I gave away more free fucks than many women get in their whole lifetime before an older man offered me ten bucks if I'd let him fuck me when I was sixteen."
"It's a story I've heard a number of times," I said, reaching for an appetizing-looking sandwich. "Learning you could get paid for doing what you liked doing the best, changed your whole way of life and you became a wealthy woman."
"I was in my prime when the Second World War was in full swing and there were all those, sex-happy soldiers away from home with good money in their pockets. I got knocked up three times because I let both my greed and my love for sex make me careless. My three girls have been a real joy, for the most part, and I've never really been sorry I kept them."
I just sat there eating and sipping my coffee while listening to Norma Chester talk. I began to understand what a really lonely kind of life she'd lived. Oh, there had been all those countless men in her life, but each of them had only meant something to her for such a very short time. What she seemed to be looking for was a man who not only needed sex as much as she did, but a man who could be gentle enough, at times, to just hold her lush body close to his own, even though there might be no need for sex between them at that moment.
She was one hell of a good-looking woman. If she hadn't spoken about the Second World War I'd never have come within ten years of guessing her real age. When she wasn't burning up inside with that wild passion of hers that seemed to know no end once it became fully aroused, she was a very warm, outgoing sort of human being. The kind of person I'd always thought of as being my kind of people.
"What have you decided about that black bitch?" I asked, after taking a swallow of coffee to wash down the very good ham sandwich. "I hate the idea of being put on the spot where I'd be constantly trying to prove to her that I'm really a much better man than she can ever hope to be."
"I've told her she can go at the end of the week and given her a week's pay in advance, which is really more than she had any right to expect," Norma replied. "I promise to do some thinking about the way I've handled Jenny, since both you and Gail feel it's been so wrong."
"The child could get to where she loved sucking cock and licking pussy way too much," I pointed out, reaching for a second sandwich, having learned how hungry I really was. "By the time she reaches sixteen she could have built up such a thick, wall against the idea of getting fucked that she'd flip her cork if a man tried to force himself upon her."
"I've only been trying my best to protect her," Norma said and sighed deeply. "I let Gail and Peggy start fucking at an age when most girls haven't even been told the facts of life and look at them now. They'll fuck with any bastard that's got the nerve to show them his cock. Maybe they don't even have to see the size of the bastard's cock."
"Now don't be too hard on yourself," I said, reaching for still a third sandwich. "I've dated a lot of teen-age broads lately and you hardly meet one that won't let a guy fuck her good, once she gets to know and like him, that is."
"I guess the girls, some of them at least, were pretty much the same when I was young," Norma admitted. "It's just that everybody is making such a big thing out of how much fucking our young people are doing these days, that a parent can't help but get just a little worried."
"That's part of our whole problem today. I think, everybody is doing so much talking about how wild our young people are and have gotten so worked up over the fact so many of them have been caught, not only fucking, but taking dope," I said, after draining my mug and getting to my feet to turn off my still-perking coffee before it blew up.
"Have you ever tried any of this pot?" Norma Chester asked when we were no longer sitting face to face.
"Yes, I've given it a try and found it really didn't do that much for me," I confessed and moved back to drop onto the edge of the big triple-size bed beside Norma Chester, who was looking deep into the empty coffee mug she still held in her hand.
"Could you perhaps get your hands on just a little?" she asked, as I took the mug from her hand to sit it on the floor there at her feet. "I thought we might go to my little island just off the coast of Florida where the girls and I could try it in private."
"I think I could get my hands on some joints," I said and began working the edge of her sweater from under the top of her soft skirt. "Just lift your arms above your head, baby."
"You really don't have to, you know, lover," she cooed, as she lifted her arms above her head and permitted me to pull that sweater off over her head.
"Now just you let me take care of this," I said and then placing one hand on the back of her head, I forced my mouth down on hers while I tossed that sweater to the chair on which I'd been sitting.
Norma Chester was a woman who knew how to kiss a man and let him feel it clear to the tips of his toes. Her tongue was the first female tongue that had ever gotten into my mouth before my skilled tongue had had a chance to drive clean to the back of hers. Once her tongue was in my mouth, it put up one hell of a battle before my tongue could force it from my hot mouth, back into hers.
Her tongue was the only part of her whole being that was even trying to resist my bold advances. When my free hand had moved down over her body to find the snaps in the side of her soft skirt, she rolled to one side a little so my fingers had plenty of room to work in. Once she felt all of those snaps give, she'd lifted her ass from the bed and I slid her skirt down over her lovely ass, down over those perfectly formed thighs, and on down her shapely legs to pull it off over her feet and toss it over onto her sweater before my hands returned to her perfectly formed thighs just above the tops of her dark nylons.
Our mouths were still glued together, our lips working a bit savagely against each other's, when my fingers unhooked each garter from the tops of her nylons. She was wearing one of those panty girdles so there was no garter belt to mess around with.
I moved one hand lightly over the crotch of her panty girdle once her garters were unfastened. It was one of those little tricks a guy can pick up from watching a stag movie. I'd seen one broad really get one of her sister females hot just by running her hand lightly over the crotch of her friend's brief, tight panties.
When I felt the thin crotch of Norma's panty girdle become moist, I slid my hand to her buttocks. I gently molded those soft, twin cheeks for a time before moving my hand slowly, ever so slowly, up her bare back in search of the strap of that brief bra she wore over her cone-shaped tits. A flick of the wrist once I found that strap unhooked it and another flick of the wrist tore it from her cone-shaped tits. After tossing it over onto the chair with the rest of her clothing I took my mouth from hers and breathed deeply.
I took long, deep breaths filling my lungs with air and then began kissing every inch of her face, her shoulders, and then I buried my face deep in that valley between those heavenly warm tits of hers. The whole of her being was shaken by that first violent orgasm of the day, even as my hands slid down over her passion-wracked body towards her panty girdle.
"Oh, Vance!" Norma Chester moaned weakly, as her hips began to grind against the bed, even before I worked that panty girdle down to her knees. "You can have Jenny, darling. If she has to be fucked I want a real man to do the honors the first time so she won't get hurt."
Shit! My cock was nearly bursting there in the crotch of my shorts even before I heard those words from those soft lips of Norma Chester. Knowing I was not only going to fuck that sweet Jenny real good, but had her mother's full permission, made it almost spurt forth its come right there. Tearing myself away from Norma Chester and pulling her panty girdle off over her feet at the same time was almost all I could manage. That bitch was in heat and not to have fucked the shit out of her would have been the most inhuman thing in the world.
I almost tore my own clothes from my body, I'd gotten so hot myself while working up that white bitch. Once I was naked, the cool air of the room helped to lessen my passion a little and that was some help. I was then able to get Norma stretched lengthwise on that triple bed so that she lay with her lovely bare ass jutting out towards my swollen cock.
"You can fuck me in the ass that way if you like," Norma Chester cooed, feeling the head of my cock against the cheek of one soft buttock.
"I'm not really going to fuck you, baby," I said, slipping my arms in under hers and reaching up around her to cup those cone-shaped tits in my hands. "I'm going to make love to you and there is a difference."
"Make love to me!" Norma gasped, as she felt the head of my cock find the slit of her wet, moist cunt as though it was a living, breathing thing.
There is a vast difference between just fucking a bitch to obtain sexual pleasure and in doing it with enough gentleness and meaning to let her know you really care something for her personally. I hardly had to tell that to a broad like Norma though, for my cock went deep into her cunt with almost no help on my part.
Those full cunt lips of hers seemed to open eagerly, those tiny red cells deep within her warm, moist channel seemed to reach up and grasp the head of my swollen cock. As though they had some magical power, those tiny red cells seemed to pull my swollen cock deep into their hot cavern as though it were some lifeless object.
When I began moving my cock in and out of Norma's hot, moist cunt, we both knew it wasn't just another quick jump. I wasn't just fucking some good-looking, willing broad for the sexual pleasure it would give me.
I was making love to Norma Chester. Making love to her as I'd made love to very few other broads. The funny thing was that I got the feeling it wasn't going to be the only time I'd make love to that broad. No man!
She really had whatever it took to turn me on!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I wasn't parked more than thirty good steps from the front of that little coffee house when that Mexican cunt, Tina, came out and started for home. She looked as bright and cheery as she had when I'd first walked into the place earlier that same morning. It was hard to picture her about ready to burst into tears but she sure as hell had been.
"Tina!" I called sharply and she stopped dead in her tracks to glance quickly around. "Over here, cunt!"
She spotted me sitting there in my car and it looked like she was all set to start running like hell. I got slowly out of the car and moved back away from the door so she could see I wasn't going to make a sudden reach' for her. Once her big, dark eyes moved over the full length of my body and came to rest on the bulge under the fly of my pants, her fear vanished and she moved eagerly into the circle of my arms.
Our mouths came crushing together while her one hand found my fly.
"You held that hard-on all this time?" she asked at last and I was glad Norma had been kindhearted, and thoughtful enough to have used that hot, skillful mouth of hers so expertly to excite my cock before I'd left her.
"Now you're getting just a little too personal, cunt," I said, giving her a push towards the open door of my car. "Slide that well-rounded ass of yours in here."
"You were such a gentleman, at first, this morning," Tina gasped, as she slid into the car to keep from getting a second real good swat on that ass of hers. "Now you're talking sexy and dirty like all the other bastards that come into that old coffee house day after day."
"I talked to you as though you were a lady, this morning, the way I do with all broads until they prove otherwise," I said, closing the car door behind me once I was under the wheel. "I thought there for a while you might really be interested in the real me, perhaps even in my writing, and then once you felt the size of my big cock you became nothing but just another bitch with a nice, hot cunt needing to be fucked."
"Oh, poor darling has been hurt so bad, so often," she cooed, as she slid right up against me and put her head on my shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat as I thought for a crazy, wild kind of minute there that she just might turn out to be the girl of my dreams after all. She had to go and spoil it all, like everyone of them did, by letting her hand drop down to cover my fly.
"Shit! Why should I treat you bitches like ladies when all you want is to have that big, horny cock of mine shoved deep into your hungry cunts," I spat and sent the car into motion with a screech of tires that surely had some old ladies in that area shaking their gray heads while cursing the wild, reckless youth of the day.
Tina couldn't have jerked her hand away from my fly any faster if it had been burned. I couldn't have gotten more of a reaction out of that Mexican cunt if I'd slapped her face good for her. I'd called a spade a spade, just like I did in my writing and that will startle a bitch good until she gets used to the rather colorful way I have of expressing my feelings.
She lived way out beyond what was known as the city limits of the town. In one of those small Midwestern towns, they'd have said she lived over on the wrong side of the tracks. I wouldn't have surprised anybody to learn how cock happy she had grown up to be. After all, you really couldn't expect a hell of a lot from young women brought up in those dirty, rundown shacks.
She lived up on the second floor of one of those dirty, run-down shacks. She pointed out that at night she could see the dome of the water tower and all those tiny lights up there that acted as a warning to low flying planes. Personally I felt it was one hell of a skyline to be looking at night after night, but she was just too stupid to know there were far better things in life.
"Want a drink?" Tina asked after taking off her coat and hanging it along with mine in a neat little closet at the entrance of the big main room of what turned out to be a three-room complex.
"Scotch on the rocks sound kind of good," I said, glad Norma had also been thoughtful enough to have brought those good sandwiches up to my room, for Tina didn't seem like the type of broad to do a lot of cooking, not after having put in an eight-hour day in that coffee shop.
"Scotch on the rocks coming up," Tina said, sounding a lot more cheerful there under her own roof, as she moved into the big main room of her flat. "Won't take but a second, lover."
I'd moved into the main room just behind her, but stopped to watch the roll of her ass as she headed for a tattered brown curtain that seemed to be hanging down over a section of the far wall. When Tina reached the curtain, she pushed it to one side and I had a brief glance at what had to be her kitchen. At least I thought I saw the top of an old icebox.
I lighted myself a cigarette and looked around that main room. There was a beat-up old sofa, a chair with the stuffing coming out of it, an old table over in one corner, and what looked like a new TV, of course. Shit! Everybody just had to have a new TV, man.
To the right of the tattered curtain behind which I could hear Tina moving around, was that window she had spoken about in the car. The one that gave her the view of the water tower's lighted dome at night.
"Here we go," Tina said, coming from behind the tattered curtain with two tall glasses. "With the hope that this might turn into more than just a wild orgy and you decide to stick around while I put two steaks out to thaw."
"Seems as though I've heard it said that the sure way to a man's heart was through his stomach," I said, taking one of the glasses from her and taking note of the fact that she had kept her eyes well above my fly. "You know, a broad could spoil a man so much, she'd discover she couldn't get him out of her hair once the glamour wore off."
I tried to make my every word sound light and friendly for she honestly seemed to be trying to be the kind of a girl I'd thought she might be earlier that morning. I figured that if she really wanted a chance to prove that she wasn't just another cock happy cunt, I'd be real stupid not to give her every chance she needed. Shit! I knew it wasn't going to be easy for her to forget that big cock between my thighs. I had trouble keeping my own mind off it more than an hour at a time, so what in hell could I expect from her.
"I hope the rent's not way too high for this sort of dump," I said moving to the sofa to sit down, even though I wasn't any too sure the thing wouldn't snap right in two from the weight of my body.
"For this area it's not really all that bad," she replied and moved to look out the window. "When I was a kid living at home there were twelve of us living in a place no bigger than this."
"Where in fuck did you sleep?" I asked, using my own rather colorful words to express myself, for if she was really as interested in this being more than just an orgy, before it was over, she might just as well get used to hearing my four-letter words.
"You don't have to try and prove what a real man you are by spouting all those dirty four letter words," Tina said in a low voice. "Shit! Even a fucking, snot-nosed kid of ten knows all of those four-letter words. Sometimes they even know more about what to do with their cocks when they find a pair of parted thighs and a wet cunt slit."
I took half of my drink in one gulp and must confess I'd never expected to hear that kind of a burst of such dirty words from her. She hadn't pulled any punches letting me know how rough a life she'd had and I couldn't help but admire her for that. Sure, I knew all broads knew all of those four-letter words and their full meaning, but you found very few honest enough to admit it.
"Were you ever fucked in the ass?" I asked and I wasn't trying to sound manly or anything, if that's the way it sounded. I was just curious, for that ass of hers gave a bastard like myself some nasty ideas.
"When I was about twelve, two seventeen-year-old punks caught me down in the school basement and took turns shoving their cocks up my ass," she replied and turned to look me right in the eye. "I reported it to the School Board but they never even looked into it. Those boys were on the football team while I was just a Mexican cunt."
"I'd like to see those globes of your buttocks very much," I said, as I watched her lift her glass to her lips for the first time and take a long drink. "After watching the way they roll when you walk, I have a feeling they're something special."
She took a second drink from her glass without seeming to have heard my request. Then she slowly turned around and leaned down to sit her glass on the floor at her feet. When she caught the hem of her uniform in her hands be fore straightening up again, I knew she'd heard my every word.
As she stood up, her hands gripped the hem of her uniform and pulled that thin garment well up over her nylon panties. I had been so right in thinking those buttock cheeks of hers just had to be something special. Those brief panties she wore couldn't begin to cover all of that soft flesh.
Placing my own glass on the floor I rose to my feet and moved up behind her. I cupped those full, well-rounded cheeks of her ass in the palms of my hands, not surprised to feel their warmth through the nylon panties. Sure, she was what you could call fat assed but I'd learned fat-assed broads usually had big, heavy tits that hung low. The kind of tits that any real man loved to suck into his hot mouth.
"If you fuck as good as you look, I just might be talked into staying the whole night, even longer," I said and leaned forward to let her feel the heat of my breath on the nape of her neck.
"I should have known it," she said and her voice sounded real tight, she was breathing so hard. "You the kind of big man who likes to do all those real way-out things with a poor gal before fucking her good?"
"I like to make sure that poor girl I'm going to shove my oversized cock so deeply into, is aroused fully enough to handle all of that good, hard meat," I said and licked the nape of her neck with the tip of my tongue, as my hands moved up to the waistband of those brief panties of hers. "Most broads are usually happy I take the time to make their fuck slots so nice and moist."
"That's still a chicken-liver way of provin' you're man enough to make a broad have two or even three orgasms while that big cock of yours is working up and down inside her hot cunt." Tina countered and she was talking more like a whore than Norma would have ever dreamed of talking.
"You honestly think you're woman enough to take all of my cock into your cunt if I don't make you reach a good orgasm first?" I asked, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her brief panties and pulling them slowly down over those full, well-rounded cheeks of her ass.
"I got the feeling you ain't goin' to give me a chance to prove it," she said, as she felt those panties slide down her full thighs.
"Now you Just might be in for a surprise, bitch," I said and laughed softly. "I don't mind shoving this big cock of mine into a dry hole now and then, cunt."
"What the fuck makes you think my hole's-dry?" Tina asked and laughed a nasty little laugh when I slipped one hand up between her thighs to find those soft curls and the full, thick lips of her cunt just beneath them.
"Well, well," I said, running my fingers along her slit and finding that those curls my fingers were moving through were already nice and moist. "Shit! I haven't even gotten around to giving you a good feel yet."
"I get that way just remembering how big that cock of yours felt when my hand touched your fly early this morning," Tina said in a very soft voice. "Why in hell did you think I went racing for the John so fast, bastard?"
"Sorry about that," I said while I slipped two fingers into that nice, moist passage of her cunt, where all of my big cock would soon be. "When little girls don't watch where they put their hands those things are bound to happen."
"Let's go into the bedroom," she cooed, leaning forward slightly so that hand reaching up between her thighs might get at her cunt with more ease. "I may fuck with any man that's got guts enough to honestly come out and admit that's all he really wants, but I ain't willing to do it in any parked car or even a living room."
"You really have a bedroom?" I asked and was a little surprised, not just trying to be a smart ass.
"You don't look a place over very good at all do you, lover," she cooed, thrusting her ass back against the palm of my one hand which was still enjoying itself with all that nice, soft flesh of her fat ass. "There's a door over to the left of that old curtain which puts the bedroom right next to my kitchen."
"So let's get your ass in on the bed," I said and taking a quick step backwards, I gave her a really good swat right there where she could really feel it.
"Well, now," she said and headed for that door pulling her uniform off as she went. "It would seem as though you were already very pleased with what I've got."
I just shook my head and followed her, taking off my shirt even before we were both in the bedroom, just as she had taken off her uniform. She took off her bra next and stepped out of the shoes she wore. Seeing those big, heavy tits of hers made my cock almost spurt its come into the crotch of my shorts. That seemed to be happening way too often the last few days.
"Oh, I love the bulge of your cock," she said, watching me step out of my pants and she couldn't have kept her eyes off the crotch of my shorts had her life depended on it.
I put my hands on my hips and thrust them forward a little to make her even more aware of the fullness there in the crotch of my shorts. I let my eyes move slowly over her, making no attempt to hide my lust. She had such a thick, dark patch of curls covering the full, thick lips of her cunt that she could very well have been part Negro.
Those fucking shorts sure don't do shit for you lover," Tina said softly and stepped up against me to crush those heavy tits of hers against my bare chest while she got her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and with one swift movement stripped them down over my hips.
My swollen cock came out hard against her stomach and she let out one of those sharp little cries, feeling the size and warmth of its head against her tender flesh. I locked both arms tightly around her and pulled her whole body closer to mine. If she wanted to be smart she'd find that two could play those little games.
"You just couldn't wait to see if it Was really that big, cunt," I hissed in her ear. "Well now you can feel not only how big it is, but how hot it is."
"Shit! I ain't never felt one that size before," she gasped, locking her arms around my shoulders and hanging on for dear life as I began rolling my hips so the head of my cock was moving up and down over her plump stomach. She wasn't just fat assed, she was a little heavy all the way around.
I found her mouth with mine then and we did some really weird kind of things to each other's nerves with our tongues and lips. I managed to let one hand slide down over her back so I could palm at least one rich, full globe of that soft, warm flesh. I'd learned that once a man could get his hands on a broad's ass, he could really make her feel the need of a damn good fucking. Some bitches even felt that it was a far better stimulant, when it came to arousing their desires, than sucking a man's cock.
"Oh, I'm going to come!" Tina cried sharply and I could feel one hell of an orgasm crash through the whole of her being, the way our hot bodies were pressed so firmly together.
"Sorry about that," I said, letting loose of her so she might fall back onto the bed there in that long, narrow bedroom.
"I just knew you was that kind of a bastard," she gasped and those big tits of hers were really rising and falling with her deep, hard breathing. "You just had to make me come before you shoved your cock into me."
"I could use a little salty cunt juice to wash down that rather strong drink you fixed me," I said, stepping out of my shorts that had slipped down around my ankles. "I don't care too much for the taste of my own come."
Tina's feet were just barely touching the floor, for she was short like most of the Mexican cunts I'd known, though fuller in the hips and through the bust. I was willing to bet she wore a size forty bra at least and if she'd work to keep the rest of her weight down she could be a knockout. It just wasn't part of her nature to work at keeping her weight down though. Not even to catch the right man. Any fucking bastard who wanted her would just have to take her like she was.
"You goin' down on me!" Tina gasped and foolishly tried to bring those well-rounded thighs of hers together, only to learn that I'd foreseen that move on her part and placed my one knee firmly between her legs so that she never had a chance.
"I'm going to clean out that fuck slot of yours with the tip of my tongue the way it's never been cleaned out," I promised her, as I placed the palms of my hands firmly on her thighs, so close to those thick curls covering her full, thick cunt lips, I could almost feel their silkiness.
"You want to drive me right up the wall?" she asked in a weak voice, while trying to pull herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
"I want you to know you've been with a real man when it's over with," I said and chuckled softly. "When I've finished you'll swear you were gang banged and that no one man in the world could have managed it."
She sobbed softly and fell weakly back onto the bed when I lifted one hand from her thigh to give her a rather rough shove, I'm afraid. My hand caught her just under one of those heavy tits of hers and that'll knock the wind out of a broad every time. After that, she didn't do any more protesting as I dropped to my knees at her feet and pulled her ass right to the very edge of the bed, so that with her thighs spread wide, I'd have no problem getting at her cunt.
I'm not usually cowardly enough to use my fingers to part the outer lips of a broad's cunt when I wish to use my tongue deep in her slot. I figure that if I'm man enough to be using my mouth on a broad's count, I'm man enough to press my lips flat against the lips of her cunt, hair and all, and force apart those thick folds of soft flesh with the tip of my tongue, for that's all those cunt lips are, you know. Really, take a good feel of them some time and you'll see, they're just two thick folds of soft flesh.
When I looked at all those thick, silkish curls covering Tina's cunt lips, I knew my old favorite way just wasn't going to work with her. While I'd never minded getting some stray hairs on my tongue, the idea of all those thick, dark curls gagging me was just too much. I was just going to be forced into using two fingers to part those thick cunt lips and that was all there was to it.
"Oh, ah," Tina moaned, as she felt my fingers pulling the full lips of her cunt slowly apart to reveal the soft pink flesh between them. I knew all broad's cunt slits were that pink, but I always became overly aware of it when fooling around with a Mexican cunt or Negro bitch.
"Now you haven't felt anything yet, cunt," I said softly and then proved my point by lowering my lips to within a hair's-breadth of those parted cunt lips and shooting the tip of my skilled tongue down into that warm slit.
Man! I could sure tell that cunt wasn't used to having a tongue driven into it. She reached her first violent orgasm as my tongue was sliding down along one side of her slit, after already having licked the other side twice. Shit! I hadn't even touched the very bottom of her slit, or even thought of the kind of things I could do to her clitoris.
"Ahhh, eeek!" Tina cried when my tongue hit the bottom of her slit and moved up and down the full length of it while all those tiny cells down there in her hot cavern danced the kind of sex dance no go-go girl could ever dream of matching. Ah, if a man could only manage to catch all of the action taking place deep within a broad's cunt while she was slowly building towards a most rewarding orgasm climaxing the sexual act. Man! What a fucking show that would make!
I was glad Tina lived there in that old shack in that area of the city. Even in a second-rate place in any other part of town, people would have been screaming their fool heads off at her for making so much fucking noise. The poor fools like herself, who lived there in that shack were used to hearing all sorts of really weird sounds and had learned it wasn't too smart to show too much interest in them. It wasn't surprising that a person could get killed in his own home and his so-called friends would be unaware of it.
I'd promised to clean Tina's fuck slot really good for her and that was just what I did with that highly skilled tongue of mine. I licked up and down both sides of her slit again and again, ran my tongue back and forth over the bottom of her slit time after time.
I won't say my tongue had all of that work to do all by itself. No, Tina started to come once my tongue touched the bottom of her slit that first time. She reached orgasm after orgasm so that my tongue had all that cunt juice to use the way a woman would use soap and water when cleaning up a dirty floor.
It was a good thing that Tina didn't spout forth as much cunt juice as Norma Chester did each time she reached an orgasm. Shit! I'd have felt like a man going down for the third time in the middle of the ocean.
When my tongue at last touched Tina's hard clitoris, she showed me just how much cunt juice she could really spout if she had to. I couldn't begin to lap up all of that good, salty cunt juice she spouted once I touched her clitoris and yet I couldn't resist touching that magic button a second time. That was all it took. I felt her body go limp and knew the cunt had passed out on me.
While I'd heard guys tell about the way some broads passed out if they were forced to have orgasm after orgasm, Tina was the first one to pull it on me. Well, it looked as if she'd know she'd been with a real man by the time I'd finished with her. Shit! After she felt all of that big cock of mine shoved deep into her cunt she was really going to feel as if she had been gang banged.
I stood up very slowly and took a deep breath. I lifted her feet from the floor and placed them up on the bed so she was lying the full length of it. Shit! That bed was so narrow that when I mounted her and began to fuck her, it would feel as though we were on that sofa of hers out in the main room. It was kind of funny in a way when you thought about it. I mean after her making such a big deal over never letting a man fuck her on a sofa or in a parked car.
I watched the slow, even rise and fall of her big, heavy tits and decided she was all right. She'd just passed out for a little badly needed rest. Well, I'd let her have her rest before fucking the hell out of her. She'd hinted that she wanted me to hang around for more than just one good banging and I was planning on doing just that. A day or two with a cunt like her was what I needed every now and then I had learnt I could treat her like she was dirt and all would be forgiven as long as I fucked her good, after I'd walked on her.
I didn't know if she'd have a job or not after not showing up for work two days in a row, nor did I really worry too much about it. I'd slip her enough money to pay her rent for a week before I departed and felt sure she'd have no real trouble finding another waitress job. Broads like her could always find a job, it seemed.
It seemed as though things were working out perfectly for me. I couldn't have planned them any better.
Shit! Little did I dream of the wild-type orgy taking place back at the old brownstone while I was fucking with Tina. It was very likely just as well that I wasn't there to make an ass out of myself trying to be a big hero. Getting myself killed for Norma Chester and her two daughters would have been real stupid. What happened to them didn't really hurt them after all. It was just that they had wanted no part of the whole thing.
Yeah! You guessed it right away. Norma Chester and Gail got raped! They got raped real good by real pros, now isn't that kind of a laugh?
I was filled in on all the details of what happened by both Norma and Gail when I returned to the old brownstone. Hearing those details, in full, first from Norma and then Gail, had given me two real fucking hard-ons. That proved to be no fucking problem at all though. Shit! Just talking about how they had been raped had really turned those two bitches on good.
Turned them on to the point where their burning desires had their poor cunts screaming with a need. A need to be fucked that was stronger than any they'd ever felt before. Now a gentleman couldn't very well refuse to fuck two cunts that needed fucking so badly, could he? Shit! Now you just know he couldn't, man!
CHAPTER NINE
I was living real high off the hog you might say. It turned out that Tina had a girl friend she'd neglected to inform me about, which wasn't surprising. That Mexican cunt had been so hot to have my big cock shoved deep into her cunt, she hadn't known which end was up that first night. At first I just couldn't picture two broads living there in that small a space when Tina had gotten around to informing me about that girl friend of hers.
"She really don't live here that steady," Tina had said and laughed. "She comes and goes to please herself, if you know what I mean. She paints some really wild portraits as she will be more than happy to explain to you, I'm sure."
Even while Tina had been filling me in about her girl friend, I'd had the idea that she was doing her best to arouse my curiosity so I'd stick around for a while to meet the young lady. There really hadn't been any need for her to have gone to so much trouble, for I'd already decided to spend at least three days with her, if not more. That little Mexican cunt was not only one broad who really knew how to fuck, but one hell of a good cook. I'd been living alone and eating in lunchrooms for so long, that having found that combination all rolled into one such delightful package, I wasn't about to go running for the hills. Maybe I was wrong, but I had the feeling those Chester broads would wait.
On the second day I was there, Tina got around to calling in sick and learned she'd been replaced. She'd shrugged her shoulders and laughed after she'd hung up the phone. "Who the fuck is he trying to kid?" Tina had said and that was the last she'd mentioned her job or the lack of a job, so I just kept my own big mouth shut.
That same day Tina got dressed and went out to do some shopping. I slipped her a twenty-dollar bill just to test her reaction and found that she took it without batting an eye, much less giving it a second thought. Some broads I'd shacked up with would have kicked me out on my ass for even having offered to buy the food. They didn't like the meaning a guy could read into a relationship once they took even a gift from him, and I couldn't really blame them.
I knew there were some guys who could be stinkers. Once a girl took a buck, or even a stinking pack of cigarettes from them they got to feeling like kings and even started acting as though they'd married the girl.
Once I was left alone I searched around Tina's place and managed to come up with a note pad and a pen. It was a real old pen with a tip that looked as if it might have been made of pure gold. I moved to that old sofa and found that it was strong enough to hold my full weight. I sat with my back against one arm of it and put my feet against the other arm so that my legs wouldn't get cramped.
Most of my notes were about Tina and some of the things she'd told me about that little coffee house where she had been working. It was one of those little things you could use as background for a sex novel or at least four or five good chapters of such a novel. Like all such places of its kind, there were a lot of those real oddballs hanging out there day in and day out.
I'd made two full pages of my short, messy typed notes when I got my first introduction to that girl friend of Tina's. I had been expecting a way-out type broad, but that little hippy blonde was something else. Sure, I knew members of her group liked to do their own thing, but it seemed she carried it just a bit too far.
She came bursting into the apartment singing at the top of her voice. She wore a pair of old jeans that had been cut off so short, that it was actually a surprise to discover they still had a crotch. Along with those cut-off jeans, she wore a thin white blouse that she hadn't bothered to button after stuffing its tail into the waistband of those jeans. To top all that off, she wore one of those big Western hats and carried a rolled-up sleeping bag over one shoulder.
She flashed a bright smile and moved to the end of the sofa to drop her sleeping bag onto the floor. In bending over to let that bag slip from her shoulder she'd had her back turned so that I couldn't get a real close look at her tits. She surely couldn't have known about the nice big hole in the seat of her jeans. The hole which let me see her tiny asshole and the soft hairs around it.
"Hi, sweetie!" she said turning to face the sofa once her sleeping bag was safely on the floor. "Man! From time to time that little Tina acts like she just might have a little life left in her yet."
"Oh, Tina has a lot of life left in her yet, honey," I said and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. "A hell of a lot of life left in her."
"So tell Zelda where the living doll is," she cooed and glanced towards the tattered curtain.
"I gave her twenty bucks so she could go out and get some food," I said, favoring Zelda with my sexy grin. "We ain't been doing too much eating, but even sex gets to be a bore after so much of it."
"Now you got to be kidding," she said, moving close to the side of the sofa with her hands on her hips so that her crotch was thrust forward and I couldn't help but look boldly at the narrow strip of material running between her legs. "I can't picture Tina taking money from a stud even for food."
"Why the fuck not?" I asked and looked up to that open blouse of hers to discover it didn't even cover the nipples of her high-pointed tits, much less their inner slopes or the valley between them. "Shit! She took everything else I had to give her and kept begging for more."
"You getting a real eyeball full, man?" she asked and laughed a soft little laugh as though she really thought she had a body worth taking a second look at.
"I really haven't seen anything that good," I replied and let her see all of my teeth by favoring her with that sexy grin of mine. "Shit! I've sucked a fourteen-year-old's boobs that were a hell of a lot bigger, honey."
"I've heard of guys who claim that they like that tender young meat," she replied and laughed. "I say that proves they can't handle a real woman."
"I like a broad that's got enough meat on her to feel nice and warm when I draw her naked body against mine after I've gone to the trouble of fucking her real good four or five times," I explained.
That really broke her up the way I'd figured it would. She sat down on the edge of that old sofa right next to me after she'd had a good laugh and leaned back over my body stretching her arms up above her head. When she lay like that, those tits of hers were well worth taking a second look at, even worth the effort of slipping my hand over one of them to see if maybe the well-tanned mound of flesh beneath the nipple might not be nice and firm in spite of her real cool act.
"Ummm, my tittie likes that," she cooed and lifted her ass slightly from the edge of the sofa to press that soft mound of flesh up against the palm of my hand. "Ooh, now touch the nipple with your thumb, man!"
I ran my thumb over that nipple while slipping my other hand in between our bodies to unzip my fly. It was hard to keep from laughing as I worked my cock out of my pants and rolled onto my side. With her ass lifted ever so slightly off the sofa the way it was, I was going to be giving that blonde one hell of a surprise. Once she felt the head of my cock against the soft flesh of her bare ass, thanks to that hole in her jeans, that wasn't all I was going to be giving her.
"Man! There is something about having a man tease my titties that really turns me on," Zelda cooed.
"Well, in that case, here is something that should really start your motor purring," I said, aiming the head of my cock at that hole in the seat of her jeans while I thrust my hips forward so the tip of my cock suddenly touched the soft, tender flesh of her bare ass.
I had not feared for one moment that she might come down on the head of my cock when she felt the heat and size of its head there against the soft flesh of her ass. Not for one minute because of the way she was lying had I feared she'd come down on the head of my cock. Just pinch a broad's ass sometime and then take note of what she does. She'll jump in the direction in which she is looking every darned time.
"Ah!" Zelda cried and was on her feet turning to see what had touched her bare ass while reaching one hand behind her to pat the hole in her jeans. "Why of all the cheap, fucking, low-livered tricks."
"Yeah!" I said and laughed knowing she'd never let me out of that apartment until she'd felt all of that big, hard cock.
"Man! No wonder Tina took twenty bucks from you to buy food with," Zelda said. "After she had that big a cock in her pussy, the poor girl just wasn't thinking the way she ought to have been."
"It wasn't only the size of it being shoved into her nice, full-lipped cunt that shook her up," I explained and grinned up at the blonde. "It was how often I kept getting a hard-on and shoving it into her so she got filled with more real good come than she'd ever dreamed any one man could ever spurt into that pussy of hers."
"Like all male bastards you sure like to blow your own horn," Zelda said and laughed softly. "It's really too bad you poor slobs can't reach your horns."
"What's with the sleeping bag?" I asked, as Zelda began to open up her sleeping bag in the center of the floor.
"You ain't never fucked in a sleeping bag?" she asked and looked at me like she thought maybe I was some kind of a nut or something. "Why a man wrote a book once and had two of his lovers making love in a sleeping bag. There was such a rush to buy sleeping bags, the factory had to work overtime to keep up."
Id read the same book and chuckled softly. I'd wondered how she had managed to get a good night's sleep there on that old sofa I was sitting on. Even if she was only there one night at a time, she needed more sleep than she'd manage to get on that sofa. Watching her spread that sleeping bag out on the floor, I understood a lot of things. She was a girl who really liked doing her own thing.
"Mind if I use the bathroom first?" I asked, as I got to my feet and stretched so that the full length of my cock might pop out into the fresh air.
"You tellin' me that a big hunk of male like you is too bashful to undress in front of a sweet little girl like myself?" she asked, as she moved to stand right before me while she hooked her fingers into the waistband of those cut-off jeans she wore.
"What would give you a silly idea like that?" I asked, but had the feeling she was only too aware of the fact she had caught me trying to slip off to the bathroom so I might strip naked in private just that once.
"I just ain't never known a guy with that good a hard-on go take a piss before he fucked good first," Zelda said and reached down to take the whole of my big cock between her two hands while she stepped free of her cut-off jeans which had slipped down around her ankles. "My fuck slot is gettin' all wet just feelin' all this real good meat so ready to be shoved so deep into it."
"Careful, sweetie," I said, as she moved one hand into my pants to cup my heavy balls in her slim fingers. "There's a slug buried behind those things that makes my repeating fuck gun go off so endlessly."
"You poor, darling," she cooed, dropping to her knees at my feet. "You have told yourself those lies so often and for so long, you really think you're telling it like it is, don't you?"
"So let me get out of my clothes," I said, after taking a deep breath. "I can see where you're just one more cunt that's just got to be shown how things really are."
Zelda giggled softly and thrust her hips forward so I felt the soft blond curls covering her slender cunt mound brush the head of my cock lightly. Like all broads, she knew a man liked that and pressed the head of my cock to the slit of her cunt so I might feel all that nice, warmth that was just waiting to close around the whole of my fuck tool.
"You just stand real still and let these skilled hands take care of your clothes," Zelda cooed, as she let go of my cock and began the task of unhooking my belt.
It's amazing the way these young girls of today have learned so much about the fine art of stripping a man's clothing from his body. Perhaps it's not so amazing at that if you consider the fact that most of them like to dress more like guys than they do like members of their own sex really should dress.
Zelda made quick work of removing my clothing and all I had to do was lift first one foot, then the other, from the floor, so she could remove my shoes and pull my pants off over my feet. When I stood bare-assed naked before her, she stepped back and ran her eyes lustfully over every inch of my body. She even moved behind my back to swat my bare ass good.
"Oh, darling," she cooed. "I've just got to paint a life-size portrait of you naked like that when your big cock is standing at high mast like it is now."
"So that's what Tina meant when she said you'd be sure and fill me in on the kind of portraits you painted," I said, not at all sure I liked the idea of having anybody paint a nude portrait of me.
"You can think it over later, darling," Zelda cooed and stroked my bare ass lightly. "Right now I think it's high time we got into that nice warm sleeping bag and did some real kind of fucking."
I was all for that idea. I was for any idea that might take her mind off the idea of capturing the beauty of my big cock on canvas. Shit! What with my writing, I gave those sexy females all the food for thought they could really expect from one poor male. Besides, I didn't like the idea of a portrait of myself getting into the wrong hands. Some real bastard might just buy the thing to hang over the foot of his big bed.
Zelda let me wiggle my ass into her sleeping bag first and then she wiggled hers in so that it came up full, and firm against my swollen cock. Once we were both settled like that, she zipped up the bag from the inside and there we were. I had never been closer to a broad, or any more ready to drive my cock deep into her hot cunt, while at the same time wondering if a man could really fuck a bitch all wrapped up with her like that.
My cock was pressed up against Zelda's bare ass so firmly I didn't see how I was going to manage to get it worked up between her thighs and into that little hole where she should have wanted it. Yeah, I was even starting to wonder if she did actually want all of my big cock buried in her nice blond pussy.
Zelda took a few deep breaths once she had that bag zipped up real tight and then darned if she didn't start moving her feet just as though she were walking. That's what I said, lying there on her side in that sleeping bag with my swollen cock firmly pressing against her bare ass, she began moving her feet as if she were walking.
Well, let me tell you, my cock liked the feel of her soft ass moving lightly against its swollen head. Liked it so well she was in danger of discovering what getting that cute ass of hers washed good with come was like. Just to top it all off, the fluffy cotton lining of her sleeping bag was rubbing my bare ass and the backs of my thighs.
I don't know how in the world it happened. I've done it a dozen times since then and still don't understand how she managed to do it, but all of a sudden my cock finds its way deep into that tight, wet cunt of hers. I just lay there on my side after that with her back snuggled up real close to me and let her do all the work.
WOW! Between the way that hot cunt of hers gripped my cock and the way that cotton lining soothed my bare ass I really, spurted my good come deep into her pussy. Unlike any other bitch I've ever fucked she never reached her orgasm until after my come had spurted deep into her cunt channel. Had she told me that was how it was going to be, I'd have laughed right in her pretty face.
During the four wild hours that followed, I made a believer out of that blonde bitch. I must have come seven times while we were in that sleeping bag and would very likely have made it an even ten if it hadn't been for Tina. Having returned to the pad and finding Zelda and I balling there in the sleeping bag, Tina had seemed very pleased. Almost a little too pleased that her friend and I were hitting it off so very well sexually.
Tina busied herself doing those things broads can always find to do that no man will ever really understand. It was the smell of frying steak and onions that pulled Zelda and I both out of that warm sleeping bag at long last, so I got to finally use the bathroom.
"I'm going to paint a really good portrait of Vance," Zelda was telling Tina when I sat down to eat the steak Tina had pointed out to me, so I knew the girls had been doing some talking while I'd taken my piss. "I never did a portrait of a cock the size of the one our stud's got."
"Now hold everything," I said and chuckled. "You just may have to get this boy real high on pot before he'll pose bare-cock-naked for any portrait."
"Now I just might arrange that very thing," Zelda had replied and grinned at me. "With Tina going back to work in the morning we'll have all day to work on your portrait and fuck, fuck, fuck some more, darling."
Yeah, I learned that Tina had gone back to that coffeehouse and gotten her job back. That's what had taken her so long to do the shopping. I shrugged and decided I might as well stick around just to see what Zelda might turn up. After all, Norma had hinted that she'd like to get her hands on some pot so she and her girls could try it out on their island.
It was one o'clock the following day when a bearded hippie delivered some joints to Zelda and sold me the same number, once Zelda gave the all clear.
When the hippie had gone, we started drinking strong black coffee and smoking those joints. It sounded like an odd way to go about getting stoned on pot but I had been around enough to know there was no set way of doing that. We went into the bedroom just once to fuck on Tina's bed and then returned to the main room and the sleeping bag. After five or six of those joints and a countless number of cups of coffee, I was feeling real happy. So happy, I laughed when Zelda pulled her painting gear from beneath that old sofa and began setting up her makeshift easel.
That blonde bitch used the back of an old chair to fasten her canvas to and seemed very proud of being able to work with so few of the proper tools. I figured that was just another one of her things and let it go at that. When she was all set up and ready to start painting, I no longer had a hard-on, but Zelda wasn't about to let that stop her. She took my big cock into her hot mouth and using her lips and tongue, gave me a hard-on that any bastard would have been bragging about.
Zelda got a good half of her portrait finished that first day, even with all the fucking breaks she took. Now when I say fucking breaks, that's just what I mean. When she moved from behind her makeshift easel, we'd get into her sleeping bag and fuck like hell. It was only when Tina came home late looking really worn out that Zelda and I called it a day.
"I think our gal needs some of that good life-giving come pumped deep into the heart of her being, darling," Zelda had told me and winked. "Tonight we'll let you have the bed all to yourself so you and that cock of yours can get some badly needed rest before morning, darling."
That's the promise Zelda made me and the one she kept. At night I had the bed all to myself and slept like a log, while in the daytime, there seemed to be no end of good fucking to be done. When Zelda wasn't in the mood, Tina seemed to be worn out and in need of having some life pumped into her being. I really didn't have to do all of that fucking, but I couldn't really refuse such lovely broads as Tina and Zelda when they needed it so badly.
When at last I took my joints and headed back for that old brownstone and those Chester broads, my cock was just a little bit sore.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, Vance," Norma Chester cooed, as I slipped the whole of my cock deep into that full-lipped cunt of hers and began to fuck, make love to her, using those real slow strokes, so that it would last and last.
"I'm sorry I was gone so long, bitch," I said, cupping those cone-shaped tits of hers in the palms of my hands. "I just got all tied up with that Mexican cunt and a hippie-type girl friend of hers."
"You don't ever have to be sorry, darling," Norma cooed and I knew she honestly meant every single word she was saying. "You can do anything you like as long as you always come back to me."
"Now I'd be real stupid not to come back to such a really good fuck wouldn't I?" I asked, not wishing her to get any of those crazy ideas bitches can get just because I'd left two other willing broads and returned to her. "I got some real good joints, or pot like you were asking about."
"Oh, wonderful," Norma cooed. "I'll start making plans for the four of us to go down to my island."
"Just the four of us?" I asked for I'd been hearing so much about the fact that Peggy looked so much more like her mother than either Gail or Jenny, that I was starting to get what you might call a thing about seeing her.
"Peggy has this lover of hers, darling," Norma replied and there was that coldness in her tone of voice once again that I didn't like to hear, not when she spoke about one of her own lovely daughters. "She is willing to give up her family and everything else just to be with him."
"Don't you think you would feel the same way if Jenny and Gail were to object to my being your lover?" I asked picking up the timing of my strokes.
"They'd never object after what happened while you were gone, darling," Norma gasped and it had been then that she had taken the time to fill me in on all the facts about the big orgy that had taken place right there in her bedroom with that black bitch Sarah and those two friends of hers.
I found myself listening to the story Norma told in awe and not able to swallow the whole of it. Oh, I didn't doubt that Sarah and two friends had forced Gail and Norma to fuck with them. That was just the sort of thing that black bitch was most likely to pull, after having been fired. It was the part about Jenny's still being a virgin that I found rather a little hard to swallow. I couldn't see two healthy male members of the black race being that worried about fucking a poor, sweet little virgin. They didn't think a female who wouldn't, or couldn't fuck was worth the time of day. Those big, healthy black boys I'd known, seemed to have felt a chick who was big enough was old enough. There was no getting around the fact that Jenny was more than big enough to take all the good, hard cock a guy could shove deep into her virginal cunt channel.
I couldn't say it was only the big, healthy black boys who felt that way any longer. It was getting so every guy who knew why he'd been given a cock felt the same way. The real beauty of that was the fact that every chick who knew why she had been given a cunt was also beginning to feel the very same way.
I made love, fucked Norma good twice before I left her that first night, with the excuse that I needed some rest after my. trying time with Tina and Zelda. Actually I went looking for Gail whom I found there in her own room bare-assed naked after having taken a good shower. I helped the young lady dry herself good like any gentleman would have, and then we hopped into her nice soft bed together.
I was up on my knees between Gail's slim, pink and white thighs watching my big cock move up and down within the grip of her slim cunt lips, when she gave me her version of the big orgy. I learned that she, too, claimed those two colored men had actually shown no real interest in fucking Jenny good, after learning she was a virgin.
"That just doesn't seem right," I confided in Gail while I patted one of her thighs. "All human males live for the big chance of fucking a real live virgin, at least once."
"Well," Gail began and lowered her eyes, "Mamma did promise them she'd do anything they wanted her to while they were there and that she wouldn't call the police after they had left, as long as they left Jenny alone. Shit! They could have fucked me in the ass and she wouldn't have said a fucking word about it."
"Ah," I said and really began to thrust my cock in and out of her slim, fairly tight little cunt, so that young lady very quickly reached the peak of her first good orgasm of the night.
Before I spurted my come deep into her cunt, Gail came twice, so there was really no need for me to feel I owed her a second fuck before morning. Actually I hadn't felt like fucking her a second time that night, but we'd sort of got to talking after having enjoyed that first fuck so much. We'd talked about Peggy and other things like that and the next thing I knew I was fucking her a second time.
"I'll bet you're really popular with the guys in your own crowd, young lady," I told her after that second good fuck.
"Oh, I'm popular as hell with the guys when the evening comes to an end and it's time to get into bed," she had replied and laughed a soft little laugh that had held no trace of bitterness anymore than her tone of voice had. "Mamma goes out of her mind because I fuck with just any guy I happen to like after he shows me a good time on a date. Shit! Most of the bitches in my crowd do and if you don't, you're just not in these days."
"Well, you are in all the way," I told her. "You are in very, very much and if you weren't coming along I doubt if I'd consider going to that island with your mother and Jenny."
"Not even when there was the chance of plucking Jenny's nice ripe cherry?" Gail had asked and laughed.
"Now I just might find it sour enough to shrivel up my poor cock," I replied and then I laughed.
"Well there is only one way of learning how sour Jenny's cherry juice is," Gail said and nibbled at my ear. "First she has to get fucked real good by a real man and once we are on that island mamma just won't be able to keep such a close watch on the two of you day and night, the way she has been doing here."
"Yeah!" I said and knew wild horses couldn't have kept me from going to Norma Chester's little island with her and her two sexy daughters. "Now roll over so I can fuck you in the ass real good for once."
If I'd been trying to shock Gail, I'd have been in for the biggest surprise of my life. She rolled over as nice as you please, like she might have been fucked in the ass a hundred times. Once I had shoved my cock into that tight rear entrance of hers, I learned that young lady had surely been fucked in the ass before. Still, I doubted if she was as used to getting fucked that way as she seemed to be trying to make me think.
I also learned once and for all that Jenny actually had the only cherry of any kind in the whole family. Those two older Chester broads loved fucking so much, they'd not only do it anytime with anybody but any way with whomever they happened to be with.
I'm sure I've said it before, but even if I have, it's more than well worth repeating here. Fucking was a way of life for those Chester broads.
