The town I grew up in was a corny little spot in the Midwest farm belt. Both of my parents died when I was only seven. One rainy afternoon my father's truck spun out of control on a slick highway a few miles from our farm. My folks died almost instantly. I was badly injured, and for a few days the doctors weren't sure I'd live ...
But I did. The doctors pulled me through, and am I glad they did! I wouldn't want to have missed some of the experiences I had later on in life!
After the accident, I went to live with Aunt Bess and Uncle Job Bronson, who had a farm a short distance from that of my parents. They had two sons and two daughters. Aunt Bess and Uncle Job were hellfire-and-brimstone fanatics, and they tried to raise their children and me the same way. It never worked, even though I did attend Sunday school for a while, just to keep peace in the family.
The Bronson daughters, one of whom was older than I and the other my age, were homely girls who hated me for not being ugly like they were. The boys were both a little older than I, and their attitudes toward me combined hostility and lust.
The older boy, Zeke, was halfway through high school when I moved in with the Bronson's. Tall and skinny, he had bushy black hair, beetle brows, a pointed nose. One evening when I was about ten, I went for a walk in the fields after dinner. I often went out for walks after I finished my homework and chores. It gave me a lift to leave the house and get away by myself for a while.
As I walked among the trees the still air was disturbed by the sound of footsteps following me. I stopped in my tracks, listening nervously as the trudging, uneven steps came nearer. I thought of running, but instead froze on the spot, one part of me curious and the other just plain scared. It turned out to be Zeke, stumbling along with an almost empty bottle of whisky in his right hand.
"Well, howdy, little sister," he laughed after the surprise of discovering me had worn off. "Whatcha doin' out here all by yourself?"
"I'm not your sister, Zeke," I said crossly, making a face after catching a whiff of his breath.
"Okay, what are ya then, Cathy?" he giggled, finishing the contents of the bottle, which he casually flung into a cluster of weeds.
"I'm your cousin, Zeke, your cousin. You know lam."
"Okay, so you don't have to get all riled up about it, girl. So you're my cousin."
"You look all mean and ugly when you been drinkin', Zeke. Besides, you oughta be ashamed. You know what Preacher Dawson says about it, and the Bible too."
"But that ain't so, Cathy. Even the apostles drank wine, so why can't I drink a little myself? Don't be mad at me, Cathy." Zeke moved a step closer and threw one of his long arms around my shoulders. His face wore a hurt look.
"I � I'm sorry I talked nasty, Zeke."
Zeke giggled. "Ah, that's better, Cathy. Say, did I ever show ya the tree fort me and the fellas built when we was kids? It's a real beaut, and it's right around here."
"No, I don't know anything about it."
"Let's find it. C'mon Cathy, just follow me."
"Okay, sounds like fun!"
Zeke led me about a half mile into a thick clump of trees, where he stopped and looked into my eyes, a broad grin on his face.
"Where is it, Zeke? Where's the tree fort?"
He took a step forward and I stepped back, bumping into a thick oak tree. Zeke seized on the moment by throwing his ham-like hands around my head and fingering my hair.
"Stop it, lemme go, Zeke," I blurted angrily.
"You got such pretty .blonde hair, cousin Cathy. You and me oughta be kissin' cousins, startin' right now." He pulled me to him and kissed my lips passionately. I struggled free, trying to run away. But Zeke caught me in a matter of two strides, throwing his arms around me and forcing me to the ground.
"Stop it, Zeke, stop it," I screamed hysterically.
"No use screamin', pretty little kissin' cousin," Zeke replied, overpowering me and pinning my arms to the ground. "Nobody gonna hear ya way off out here." Panting with anxiety, he leaned forward to kiss me, but before he could I grabbed his right hand and bit with all my might.
"Oooh, goddammit." Zeke staggered backward and fell on his ass, trying to protect his bleeding hand. I jumped to my feet and ran. Zeke quickly began chasing me through the trees, bringing me to the ground, this time with a perfectly executed flying tackle. "You little bitch, you're gonna pay for this," he said. He forced his tongue into my mouth, working it around crudely. He ripped at the top of my dress and shifted his tongue to my tits, working his way around the nipples.
"Please, Zeke, please stop, please," I sobbed.
I heard Zeke get up. I looked up and there he was, staring down at me. He looked like an animal, panting and sweating. His right hand was still bleeding.
"All right, beautiful little cousin, I ain't gonna do nothing more to you," Zeke acknowledged after a long pause. "But I want you to do just one thing for me and then everything'll be okay."
"Will you let me go, please, Zeke?"
He flashed his sinister smile. "If you're a good girl and do what I tell you." Zeke unzipped his pants, and showed me his cock. He sat down on the ground and spread his legs. "Okay, Cathy, now just crawl over here on your knees. C'mon, c'mon, I ain't gonna hurt you none." I reluctantly did as he said. "Just stay right there on your knees, Cathy, and open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock into it, I turned away and gagged.
"Hey now, none of that," Zeke ordered. "It ain't that bad. Come on now, try it again. Don't swish the thing around in your mouth. Just move up and down, like you're massaging it."
Too weary to rebel, I worked my mouth up and down his long prick. He was hot, and within seconds he shot a sizable load into my mouth. As he started to come, I turned my head and gagged, spitting his come on the ground, the rest of his load spilling earthward. Zeke threw back his head and laughed. "Atta girl," he chuckled, "someday you're gonna thank old cousin Zeke for givin' you your first cock to suck. C'mon and I'll walk you back home."
Tears came to my eyes. "But my dress is torn and dirty."
"Just leave everything to old Zeke, girl."
We took the long way home, to give Zeke time to sober up.
"Land sakes, where you two been?" Aunt Bess asked, getting up from her rocking chair and walking toward us, a startled look on her face.
"I was walkin' home, Mom, after talkin' with some of the hands over at the Myles farm, when I seen some stranger wrestlin' Cathy to the ground. She was screamin' and her dress was torn. I hollered at the guy, but he wouldn't stop. I ran over as fast as I could and pulled him off. I hit him one good one, that's how come my hand's bloody. He fell down real stunned like, then got up and run fast as his legs could carry him. Tried to catch him but I lost him real fast, it was so dark and all."
Uncle Job rose, walking over to join the conversation. "Wonder if he was anybody from these parts?"
"Ain't ever seen him before, Dad. Looked like one of them hitchhiking hobos we get once in a while."
"Thank you, son, you did right well," Aunt Bess said proudly. "Now go in the bathroom and put some thin' on that cut." Her expression changed to a scowl as she turned to me. "And what were you, young lady, doin' roamin' around in the dark of night anyway?"
CHAPTER TWO
Life with my aunt and uncle grew more unbearable as time went on. Isaac, the younger son who was two years older than I,' got his kicks slapping me on the ass when his folks weren't around, and trying to get a feel or a look at my pussy. Once he showed me his hard cock and tried to fuck me. When I wouldn't let him, he jerked off in front of me, saying, "You think you're, better'n me, don't you? Well, you're just a bitch, that's all you are."
As I grew older, the boys at school started giving me the eye, which made my two girl cousins real jealous. As my tits developed and my legs slimmed down, the boys paid even more attention to me. Some of them were real attractive, but anytime I so much as talked to them, one of my cousins reported it to Aunt Bess, who would warn me with threats of eternal fire.
Tommy was 16 when we started fooling around. I was 12. He was tall and slim, better than six feet, and he starred on the varsity basketball team. His father ran a restaurant in town. Tommy had brown hair, brown eyes, and he showed a big cock under his basketball trunks. He picked me up in his car one afternoon after school and we instantly hit it off. We used to meet and drive to an old shack sandwiched between two hills beside the lake.
I'll never forget the first time we went there and how my body itched with expectation as Tommy drove down the winding dirt road which led to it. We parked behind the shack so his car couldn't be seen from the road. The shack contained some old furniture, including a bed in the lone bedroom. I thought of Aunt Bess' warnings of eternal fire, l was feeling a fire all my own, but completely different from the kind she had described. I was so hot I could almost feel my cunt sizzling. It was a beautiful kind of fire, the kind you want to build, not extinguish.
Tommy shut the bedroom door and took off the T-shirt he was wearing. He had a slim, hard body from athletics. His shoulders were broad, his stomach muscles firm. I hoped Tommy would strip down naked but he stopped after removing his shirt and took several steps toward me, pulling me to him and kissing me. "Lie down, just lie down on the bed and relax, Cathy," Tommy whispered. I lay on my back, breaking into a sweat. Tommy lay next to me and pulled me to him.
"Open up, honey, open up," Tommy panted. I opened my mouth and Tommy's tongue darted into it, meshing with mine. His tongue rampaged through my mouth, while mine worked its way through his. Tommy was wearing fragrant after shave lotion, which gave his body a sexy aroma. I had put on some perfume before meeting him. After the torrid kisses, our panting and writhings became more heated.
"Turn over, Cathy, turn over," Tommy said. I was wearing a blouse and pedal pushers. He reached for zipper of the pedal pushers and loosened them, then pulled them off. I unbuttoned my blouse, flinging it on an old wooden chair. Tommy ran his head up and down my legs, alternately kissing and licking them. His hands worked their way toward my crotch. He pulled off my panties and began to massage around my clitoris.
"Let me have you, Cathy baby," he murmured with pleading eyes. "I want to taste you."
"Go ahead, Tommy, do it now."
"Throw your legs around me, honey."
Tommy's head moved toward my cunt as I swung my legs around his shoulders. His tongue found its way to my clitoris. As it worked swiftly, I ran my hands through his hair.
"Ooh, oh, suck it, Tommy," I begged, wrapping my trembling legs around him. I shot my load, after which a pleasant tranquility came over me.
"Oh beautiful, baby, just beautiful," Tommy said. "You have such a beautiful pussy. I love you and love to eat you."
After a little while I grew hot again. Tommy's words had a profound effect on me. If eating me made him feel so good, how would I feel if I sucked him? I saw a huge bulge in his pants.
"I want you too, Tommy," I told him. "I want to suck you."
"Oh, how great, you're like a dream come true."
He took off his pants and I practically went wild seeing him. His legs were trim and tapered, his ass rounded to perfection, and his cock was wild! I started sucking his cock, experiencing a different feeling than when I sucked Zeke. Tommy's cock was the same size as my cousin's, the difference being I loved him and detested Zeke.
"Take your time, baby, just take your time," Tommy moaned. He told me how he wanted it, and I was delighted to oblige. "Let it build, let it build," Hearing his husky voice increased my rising passion. I went up and down like a well-trained machine, stroking Tommy's perfectly proportioned ass while I sucked.
"Keep it up, baby, keep it up," Tommy panted as I speeded up the tempo. Seconds later he shot off in my mouth. It was an exceptional load, bigger than the one Zeke had forced on me.
"I want you again, Cathy, can I have you again?" Tommy asked after we had spent several minutes lying next to each other in silence.
"Yes, Tommy, and I want you again."
"There are so many things to do, so many different things. A lot of things we didn't even try. I hope we can keep coming here over and over again."
That marked the beginning of our love affair. The secretive nature of the relationship gave it a further romantic twist. I was aware of the consequences if Aunt Bess and Uncle Job discovered I was carrying on with a boy, even though I hadn't yet let him really fuck me.
Our romance reached such a high voltage pitch that Tommy stopped seeing any other girls. He told me he would many me after he graduated from college.
One day soon after that first time, I talked Aunt Bess into letting me walk into town to see a movie. Of course, I didn't go to any movie. Tommy picked me up the other side of the railroad crossing about a half mile from home. This time we stripped down bare-ass as soon as we got into the bedroom. I felt more confident around Tommy than I had at our first session.
"Let's take our time and really enjoy ourselves before shooting." Tommy snuggled next to me, kissing my ears and neck.
"Any way you want it is all right with me, darling." My cylinders were burning, as were Tommy's but the element of the first time that had been present before was now over and we could prolong our pleasure by taking things gradually, as Tommy had advised.
"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen, Cathy." Tommy shifted his lips to the front of my neck, then mouth.
"Just keep it up, honey."
"I want to devour this beautiful body," Tommy drooled. "The beautiful lips, beautiful boobs, long beautiful legs and beautiful ass, the most beautiful ass."
Tommy shifted from words to deeds, literally making love to me from head to toe. We began with passionate lip kissing, shifting to long, breathtaking French kisses. Next he focused attention on my tits. His first action was to kiss them, then he sucked each one. The longer he sucked the hotter I got. Tommy slid his lips to my stomach, kissing, then sucking. I got a unique sensation from the way he sucked my belly button. I figured his next move would be to go down on my pussy, but Tommy passed that up temporarily to concentrate on my legs. He went all the way down one, then up the other, devoting considerable attention to my toes, which he sucked.
"Turn over, honey," he finally commanded. I complied, getting another treat as Tommy sucked my ass, sticking his tongue deep into the crevice. I spread my cheeks to let him get in further.
"Thank you, honey, now turn back over again," I barely had time to before he was down between my legs working on my pussy.
"Beautiful pussy, beautiful pussy," he murmured, coming up for air. The kissing and sucking had gotten me so hot I knew I'd be shooting shortly. It didn't take long. As he received my come his body trembled with passion. After gobbling the last of my load he let out a contented sigh.
"Lemme rest a second, honey," Tommy panted, kissing me on the cheek and rolling over on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Let me suck you now, Tommy," I said after he had caught his breath.
"Okay, honey, I saved it for you," he smiled. "Saved it?"
"Yeah, I almost came three times. I just managed to stop every time, but it wasn't easy. You're just too much for me."
"So stop talking about it and let's do it."
Tommy grinned, spread out on his back, and watched me go to work. I started with a slow motion that gradually began to pick up.
"Beautiful hair, beautiful blonde hah-," Tommy sighed, fingering my long hair as I sucked. He also fingered my legs and ass, which intensified my passion. I liked to feel his legs and balls too. The nearer he got to shooting, the louder his moans became. The louder the moans, the harder and faster I sucked until finally he shot a hot load into my mouth.
"You like it, you really like it?" he gasped. I nodded my head vigorously. "Even better than the first time."
"That's what I hoped you'd say, cause that's the way I feel. I didn't think anything could be better than the last time, but now I found out it could."
"I wish we could do it all the time, every day and night."
Tommy laughed. "You've got more energy than all the other girls I've known put together. Besides that, you're lots prettier. Who knows, Cathy, some day maybe we'll be able to do it anytime we want."
About a month later, after we'd been together a few more times, he tried something new.
"You know what this is, honey?" he asked after we had engaged in some preliminary lovemaking. He reached into his pants and pulled out a rubber. I knew what it was, but I said, "No."
"This is a rubber, Cathy. It's to protect us from an accident � from having a kid when we fuck. I wouldn't want to take any chances giving you a kid, but, honey, I'd really like to stick my dick in your pussy."
"I'd like you to, Tommy."
"You ever had it before? I mean, ever had a guy ram it up your pussy?"
"No, Tommy. You're the first man I've ever been in love with and you should be the first one to fuck me. I want you to."
Tommy kissed my lips tenderly. "Thank you, honey, you're the most wonderful girl in the world. I've gotta warn you, it's gonna hurt, especially at first."
"I'm ready."
"Okay, baby, just lie back and relax."
He stuck it into me as gently as he could, but the first push hurt enough to make me cry out. Tommy took his time feeling around my cunt with his dick. The jabbing, piercing thrusts sent a mixture of pain and pleasure rippling through my body. After the first few times I stopped crying. The pain began to lessen while the pleasure accelerated. Tommy began to speed up the tempo. His hips and ass gyrated wildly. I too began to gyrate, wiggling my hips as he fucked it to me. I loved the smell of sweat from our bodies as we pumped away. I shot first, and he was just a few seconds behind.
"How'd you like it, baby?" Tommy asked, caressing my thigh. "Was it good?"
"It was great, Tommy, and you're great."
We were too tired to do anything else, but we didn't want to get up and leave, so we spent an hour just cuddling in each other's arms. After a while, my cunt began to feel sore. I looked at it and discovered blood. I had been so engrossed in sex when Tommy was pumping it to me I had been unaware of the blood when he broke my cherry!
Romance with Tommy put life on a beautiful new footing. I even found the Bronson family easier to tolerate. I enjoyed the experience of sitting in my room and losing myself in dreams about Tommy and how life would be after we were married. I could picture it all so vividly, the cute little home with white shutters and back yard complete with shade trees. Of course, the most important part of my dream house was the bedroom, where I visualized Tommy and me spending hours together, fucking and sucking. I longed for the day I would leave the Bronson's forever to live with Tommy.
We made it a point to meet at least once every week at our hidden shack by the lake. Time passed by quickly, and before we knew it, Tommy had completed his senior year of high school. I was proud of him when he graduated, and proud that his athletic prowess combined with classroom ability enabled him to win a scholarship to State College. Our meetings continued until the end of summer, when we met for the last time on the day before Labor Day. We both felt a little sad, knowing that Tommy would be leaving for college and we wouldn't see each other until he returned home for Christmas vacation. I decided to give him a going away present that would remain his fondest memory when we were far apart, separated by miles and unable to talk by phone or write.
"Lie down, Tommy, and give me a chance to go to work," I told him after we had undressed.
"Whatever you say, tiger," he chuckled.
My tongue instantly darted inside his mouth. Time stood still as the kisses projected a tingling chain reaction that swept through our bodies.
"Turn over, lover," I requested. Tommy silently complied. Then I experienced another sex first, sucking a man's ass for the first time. Tommy had sucked mine many times, but somehow I had always shied away from doing it to him. I had played with his asshole a few times, sticking my finger in it, but never my tongue. Frankly I wasn't that keen on the idea of sucking his ass when I made the decision to do it. But I wanted to do everything to make him remember me and come back to me. From the thrill he got out of sucking my asshole, I figured my licking his would thrill him too. Also, I knew I would be at a disadvantage new that Tommy was going away to college. I was aware State College was full of attractive girls in Tommy's age bracket. They too would find him � a handsome boy and a basketball hero � a good thing. I knew many of them would be willing to go the full route sexually to snag him. So it was necessary for me to prove I was willing to give him any kind of sex he wanted.
I wound up enormously enjoying my first ass suck. As I glided my tongue around his beautifully curved ass he gave out sighs of utter enjoyment.
When I finished that, I was ready to give him the best blow job of a lifetime. I put everything into it, starting slowly and building the tempo. I also licked his balls, which provided added stimulation and caused his hips to vibrate excitedly. He finally came and filled my mouth with the biggest load I'd received since our affair began.
Then Tommy gave me a wild ass suck, followed by the most sensual pussy suck he'd ever given me. I also had quite a load .to shoot, and Tommy enjoyed every drop of it.
"You've given me the greatest fuck of my life, Cathy," Tommy said, putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing me on the cheek.
"You are my life, Tommy, my whole life. And this time was the best of all. The best of all the times we did it."
He smiled brightly. "I'm glad to hear you say that cause I was doing my best to give you something to remember."
"Oh, Tommy, I'll always remember."
"Well, I'll be thinking of you, Cathy, thinking of you all the time I'm off at State College."
Tears formed in my eyes. "Just think, Tommy, it'll be three months, three and a half months, before we see each other again. It seems like forever."
"I know, honey, it's gonna be tough on both of us. Especially because we have to keep everything a secret. I can't let my folks know about us, and you can't let your aunt and uncle know either."
"And that means we can't even phone or write."
Tommy kissed me. "Don't let it get you down, honey. It won't be forever, it just sometimes feels like it. Being apart for a while will just make things more wonderful for us when we get together again."
"I know it will, Tommy," I said with confidence, even though my heart was breaking.
The fall months crawled by. I continued to receive admiring attention from boys at school My sweet cousins, the Bronson girls, who unfortunately brought up the rear in their respective classes when it came to appeal, hated me with a purple rage. With Tommy gone, home life resumed its unbearable grind. Aunt Bess and Uncle Job were constantly lecturing me on hellfire and damnation, while I was forever fighting off the hands and cocks of Zeke and Isaac.
At long last Christmas vacation arrived. I sneaked out of the house on a snowy Saturday afternoon to meet Tommy. Fortunately the shack where we met had an old fashioned stove which Tommy lit, otherwise we would probably have caught pneumonia while screwing.
After stripping down, we spent several minutes quietly examining one another, then running our hands over each other's body. In the agonizing months away from Tommy I had sought to buoy up my dragging spirits by envisioning my first moment alone with him. With the painful hours of anxiety now in the past, I thought I'd instinctively run into Tommy's waiting arms to lock in a passionate embrace. But instead we stood looking at one another for a long spell. We had both anticipated the moment for so long that when it finally became reality we decided to savor it as one would the discovery of an enormous treasure. It was a moment that could never again be recaptured.
"Oh, Cathy, if you only knew just how much I've missed you. Particularly at night, in bed, remembering the good times we had fucking. I'd find myself wishing for a miracle, wishing you'd show up and cuddle next to me."
"How do you think I've felt with you gone? Living with the Bronson's is sure no picnic."
"I know it's not, honey, and someday I'm gonna take you away from all that."
"Oh, Tommy, it sounds so great to hear you say that."
He began kissing my face gently, then worked his fingers slowly up and down my leg. "I'd dream about these sexy legs, too. They're the most beautiful legs I've ever seen, Cathy. They're so nice and long, and tapered just right. None of the girls State, and scout's honor I mean none of them, not even the cheerleaders, our homecoming queen or any of the princesses, have legs that are as beautiful as yours."
Tommy shifted his attention to my tits, running his hand softly over each one. "And these beautiful boobs, how they're comin' along! Boy, do they look great. What a surprise, to see them popping out there and developing the way they are. They're so nice and firm."
Our lips met in a long kiss. "Firm, that's the best word to describe you. That's what makes your body more beautiful than other girls I've ever seen, Cathy, it's so firm. I could just run my hands over it long enough and it's enough to make me come!"
I took my hands and ran them over Tommy's muscular, tight stomach. Then I massaged his well-developed, hairy chest, after which I squeezed his hard biceps and broad shoulders. I stole a look at his big, heavy cock. He too was developing at a rapid rate!
"Your body's so beautiful, Tommy. Playing basketball really keeps you in great shape. I'll bet the girls at school chase you all over the place."
He laughed. "I just tell them I have a beautiful blonde girl friend back home that I'm in love with, a girl that looks like a movie star."
"Oh, Tommy!"
"Well, you do, and the most beautiful one I've ever seen."
Then we stopped talking and switched to action. Tommy went down on my tits, tonguing them in the manner of a man dying of thirst discovering a watery oasis. It felt good having his warm tongue make contact with my flesh. I began to tingle all over.
"Turn over, baby, so I can see your ass," Tommy requested. I turned over, with Tommy pausing to examine me. "Oh, baby, the dimensions of this ass! It's so beautifully rounded, rounded to absolute perfection. I've just got to suck it." He diligently went to work, sucking hungrily on my ass, which I seductively wiggled to accompany his tongue movements. "Oh, I love to suck this beautiful ass. Turn over again, baby."
Our tongues locked in a torrid kiss. "Oh, baby, you've got a body that was made to be fucked, and I'm just the man to do it."
"Give it to me, Tommy, give it to me. Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me, fuck me," I panted.
Perspiring heavily, Tommy walked over to the old chair on which he'd hung his pants, and got out a rubber which he put on his erect cock.
"Oh, drive it in me, Tommy, drive it in me," I begged, going into a frenzy of passionate anticipation.
"Hang on, beautiful Cathy, hang on, cause here I come." Tommy plunged his way into my cunt. I loved the sensation, even the pain. Nothing can ever match the experience of two beautiful bodies with equally lustful desires, locking in passionate fucking. We drained every conceivable ounce of pleasure from our sweaty bodies. The panting accelerated as we approached climax. My hips undulated in unison with the driving thrusts of his cock. The beautiful gyrations of his well-shaped ass drove me, wild as he stuck it into me again and again until we ultimately released our stored up energies seconds apart.
"How long I've waited for that, Cathy," Tommy said as we paused to catch our breath.
"You mean how long we've waited, Tommy," I corrected, running my fingers through his wavy hair.
After a brief respite I found myself as hot as I'd been at the session's outset. One look at Tommy's long lean body told me I wanted his cock. Without further talk I went down on him. The cock wasn't erect, having shot a considerable wad minutes before. I regarded it as a challenge to harden it and stimulate a second helping of juice. I went to work with vigorous enthusiasm, massaging the balls in the manner Tommy always found pleasing.
It took little time to get his cock erect. After it had extended itself to full length Tommy began to pant and sigh.
"What a beautiful suck, what a suck," he repeated, running his hands over my hair as I sucked for all I was worth. He finally shot again. Although the load was understandably less than the first, it was still surprisingly good, better than I had anticipated.
"Oh, what a blow job," Tommy said, lying flat on his back. "What a woman you are, Cathy! You have so much energy. You've worn me out, worn me to a frazzle. Let's just rest for a few minutes in each other's arms."
"Anything you say, Tommy."
In my state of total exhaustion I closed my eyes, dropping off to sleep. Next thing I knew, Tommy, now fully dressed, was standing over me, tapping me on the shoulder.
"Cathy, Cathy, wake up."
"I'm sorry, honey," I yawned. "I must have dropped off to sleep."
He flashed one of his finest boyish smiles. "No, I'm the one that's sorry, honey. I'm sorry I had to wake you up. I was enjoying myself just watching you sleep. I couldn't help thinking how much you looked like an angel, with your beautiful long blonde hair, those thick, rich red lips and that creamy white body. But we've gotta make it back, otherwise our folks are gonna get suspicious. And we can't risk that, can we?"
"No, we can't."
"Anyway, I needed a chance to talk to you, and I wanted to get everything off my chest here rather than in the car."
"Sure, Tommy, I understand."
Tommy hesitated before resuming, then began to pace the floor. "This is just as hard on me as it is on you, Cathy, this getting together in secret and not seeing each other for months at a time."
"I used to look on it like a romantic game, Tommy, but now I wanna be with you all the time."
"Thank you, honey, I feel the same way. Anyway what I'm trying to say is ... " Tommy paused, stuck his hand in his pocket and brought out a small box. He began to cry, then handed it to me. "Merry ... Merry Christmas, Cathy."
I opened the box and took out a chain and heart-shaped locket. Opening the locket, I read the inscription "To Cathy, with love forever, Tommy."
Tears appeared in my eyes. Embarrassed, I tried to brush them away. "Tommy, it's beautiful, just beautiful. Thank you, but I wish you'd have given it to me when I gave you your present."
"This is the hardest thing of all to tell you, Cathy, but this'll be my only chance to see you before Christmas, or after. My grandparents are due here tonight to spend Christmas with us. Then the day after Christmas I've gotta leave for school. State's hosting a basketball tournament for freshman teams, so I've naturally gotta be there to play in it. Oh God, Cathy, I feel like a criminal going off and leaving you like this."
"But I didn't even get to give you a present," I cried. The actual truth was I hadn't bought him one yet.
He put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Honey, you've given me the greatest present I've ever received from anybody, your love. Nothing could match that."
"When are we gonna be able to start seeing each other in public, like other people?" I demanded angrily. "I can't even wear the locket now. It wouldn't be right to. It could get us in trouble."
"I know that, honey. I couldn't even buy it here in town. I got it at a jeweler's across the street from State. I'll be home for Easter vacation. I know that sounds like a long time away. It does to me too. But it'll go by, and when it does we'll see more of each other than we've been able to this vacation. And we'll talk more then about what you were just now saying. Let me think things over, honey. I know it's not gonna be an easy thing to work out, but the only important thing is, we love each other and want each other more than anything else. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay, so we'll talk some more about our future plans then. In the meantime, Merry Christmas." He reached over and gave me a passionate kiss.
Few words were spoken on the ride back. We were both tense, hating to face the inevitable. We parted with a kiss and a promise from Tommy that things would work out.
Life fell back into its same old. frustrating pattern with the Bronson's. I counted off the days leading up to Easter vacation. I was hopeful we could resolve our situation upon his return. I wanted him desperately, and I knew he wanted me. It was therefore a case of reconciling our two lives, placing them on a single path where a state of permanence would emerge. I know I couldn't take much more of life with the Bronson's in any event, while Tommy was a man with whom I'd be happy to spend the remainder of my life. My youth presented a major barrier, but time would work that out.
Easter vacation finally arrived. If possible, I was even more anxious to see Tommy than I had been prior to Christmas. Contrary to the last time, when the snow of winter was covering the ground, the weather couldn't have been more perfect for his return. On the day I was to meet him I felt as tense as a prospective bride waiting at the church for the groom. I was well rested and itching to fuck, my thoughts focused on Tommy's cock. I could hardly wait to press my mouth to his, to suck him off and be fucked up my cunt by him. I had waited a long time, since that cold December day just before Christmas, to make contact with his warm flesh and nothing was going to deprive me of my pleasure. As I walked down the road to meet him I took the locket he had given me out of my pocket, fingering it in the manner one would a precious jewel, which indeed it was to me. Many lonely evenings had been spent fingering it since that fateful December day. It was my only personal keepsake from Tommy, a single bond of identity with the man I loved.
"Hi, Tommy," I cried exuberantly, waving my hand as his car approached.
Much to my astonishment, his mood didn't match mine, as I was confident it would. Instead he projected a feeling of subdued detachment.
"Hi, Cathy, you're ... you're looking well," he said as I climbed in the front seat next to him, planting my arms around him and giving him a kiss on his lips.
"You're looking well too, dear," I answered mechanically, although casual scrutiny indicated he wasn't looking well at all. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles hung under them. Where I was tanned, rosy-cheeked and exuberant, Tommy was pale and melancholy. We made a tragic contrast.
"I ... I've got to talk to you, Cathy," he finally said after an uncomfortable pause. "It's about ... about us, and it's important."
"Of course, Tommy. I just hope nothing's wrong."
"Well, I don't want to discuss it here. Let's go somewhere more ... more private."
"Sure, Tommy, whatever you say."
He started up the car and we rode in silence to the point where the main road met the one where we turned to reach our cabin hideaway. My heart skipped as it came into view, since it meant the long awaited lovemaking session with Tommy was that much closer. However, much to my astonishment, he remained on the main road, riding past the road on which our cabin was located.
"Tommy, you passed up the road."
"I know, Cathy, I know I did. It's just that � well, I'd rather talk somewhere else."
The possibility then dawned that perhaps I was not going to get to make love to Tommy at all. After all, the only thing he specified was the need of having a talk. But it was his morbid state that concerned me more than anything else. The situation was all too mysterious to suit me.
"What's the matter, Tommy?" I finally demanded. "You're acting more like you're going to a funeral than like a guy that's seeing his girl for the first time in months."
"Please, Cathy, don't make things rougher than they already are," he pleaded. "I'm driving to the mountain road up ahead. It's real secluded by the mountain and we'll be able to talk in privacy."
My mind flashed back to our last meeting and how Tommy had promised to give careful thought to working matters out so we could be together permanently. I had hoped he would straighten them so I could leave the Bronson's for good. I thought we might devote part of our initial Easter vacation meeting to plans, but the foremost thought of the moment remained on sex with Tommy. But if Tommy had managed to work things out, why wasn't he happy? This should have been a period of great joy. I didn't have to wait long for an answer, as Tommy applied his brakes and stopped the car adjacent to the mountain, surrounded only by clumps of trees and the chirping sound of birds.
"Okay with you if we talk here?" he began.
"Yes, I don't care where we talk as long as we talk. What's the matter, Tommy?"
Tommy rubbed his finger in his eyes and sighed. "It's a long story and I haven't had much sleep in the last few weeks so I'm pretty tired. Just be patient and bear with me. Anyway, to start out with, I've gotta be honest and tell you I lied to you before when I told you I hadn't got involved with any other girls. Well I have, ever since I started school at State. I'm sorry, Cathy, I really am, but you don't know how a guy feels when he doesn't have a chance to get his rocks off. And it's worse when you've got lots of pretty pussy around, like at State. I mean, if you were around I'd have you to screw but you see, damn it, I don't have you there, and I'd get so hot I didn't know what to do. Oh, sometimes I'd just go in the bathroom and jerk my cock until I shot, but that's never satisfied me much. Maybe it does some guys, but not me. I mean I'm sorry, Cathy, don't look at me like that."
"And that's what you wanted to talk about, Tommy?" I intervened. "Just that you like to get it when it's there?"
"No, no there's lots more, Cathy, lots more," Tommy blurted. "Anyway, my being a basketball player, it makes me a big guy in the big fraternities. I got to join the biggest one in school, the one that's got most of the football and basketball players. The real wheels of the school belong to it. So they throw some wild parties, with booze and some of the best-looking pussy at school, along with some wild numbers who don't even go to State. Well, I passed up the first one, realizing it would be a big temptation. Next time I just couldn't refuse, they talked me into it and I've taken no for an answer. So I went, and there were a lot of good-looking gals around, and after a few drinks they started letting me know just how available they were."
"I can imagine."
"Things started out with me and this short little redhead that's a junior, doing a little petting on a couch. Then our temperatures started going up and we started Frenching. Just then in comes Cap Reilly, a big senior lineman on our football team. He's got a bottle of whisky in his hand and a smile on his face. 'C'mon Tommy, what're you and Cele doing in here? The big action's in the bedroom, so c'mon.' Before I could say anything, Cele grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. 'Let's go, Tommy,' she said. 'You heard what the man said.' "
"It must have taken a lot of coaxing by her," I said bitterly.
"Anyway, we went in the bedroom and found a whole flock of guys and gals peeling off their clothes. Then Gary Ruah, a varsity basketball player, lets out a war whoop and says, 'Okay, cats and chicks, it's initiation time.' So Cap Reilly puts down his whisky bottle and lays down on the bed bare-ass naked. Betty Johnson, who was our junior prom queen last year, starts going down on him. She's just wearing panties, and all the guys start roaring and the girls start clapping."
"Do you have to tell me every detail, Tommy?"
"No, I guess I can skip some of it," he said in a confused voice. "Anyway, they were goin' by classes, a senior guy pairing off with a senior girl; then juniors, sophomores and freshmen. Cele, the girl I was with, went down on Gary Ruah. Anyway, when it came time for freshmen they all started yelling for me and this blonde freshman girl, Tammy Prewitt, to screw. They all were hollerin' 'Tommy and Tammy, Tommy and Tammy,' We were both real embarrassed. We hardly even knew each other. They kept hollering until we both stripped down, then she sucked me off. The poor girl, I really felt sorry for her, the way she was stumbling around, moaning and sucking in jerky movements, instead of real nice and smooth the way I like it."
"Like the way you trained me to do it!"
"I'm sorry, Cathy, but please bear with me. It's hard for me to talk about any of this, but it's a long story. So after I shot off in her mouth, she lay down on the bed exhausted. I really felt sorry for her and asked if I could drive her back to her sorority house. Well, we went for a little drive before I took her back and we really got to talking. She told me it was the first time she'd ever blown a guy, and that didn't surprise me one bit. We got to talking about classes and it turned out we had one together, even though we hadn't noticed each other in it. One thing led to another and pretty soon I started fucking her regularly."
"And now you're in love with her, and out of love with me," I cried. "That's it, isn't it, Tommy?"
"No, Cathy, the honest truth is, I love both of you, but I knocked her up, so I've gotta marry her," he finally blurted loudly, struggling to complete the uncomfortable sentence. "That's the way it's gotta be, Cathy, I've got a responsibility."
I broke into hysterics, first screaming, then sobbing as the tears gushed from my eyes. Tommy was also crying.
"I was always careful about using a rubber, but one night at one of these wild fraternity sessions Tammy and I both had too much to drink and were both turned on. After I ate her box I wanted more, so I fucked her without a rubber. I thought about it for a second before sticking it in, but finally just shrugged my shoulders and said 'Oh, what the hell, nothing's gonna happen.' Oh yeah, I was hot and wanted to get my rocks off. Well, I did."
"Why didn't you tell me about her before, Tommy, when you were home at Christmas?"
"I thought the whole thing would just blow over. As a matter of fact, after I saw you and got all excited last December I told myself I'd cool the whole thing with Tammy. Then just after the first of the year, Tammy breaks the news to me that she's pregnant. What else could I do but stick by her? Besides that, she's a wonderful person, a decent sweet person, just like you."
"Is she prettier than I am, Tommy?"
"Please, Cathy, it's so hard to answer questions like that. I meant it when I told you last Christmas that I didn't think there was anyone prettier than you. I still think that. You'll land a great guy some day, somebody that'll deserve you more than me."
"But Tommy, I've always wanted you."
"But Cathy, I've got a responsibility to Tammy. She's a lovely girl. No, not as beautiful as you, but sweet and a nice person. Her parents were understanding about this whole thing too. Her dad's a doctor." At this point Tommy leaned closer to me and squeezed my hand. "I want you to always remember that I loved you, every bit as much as I said I did."
"Does this mean we'll never see each other again?"
"That's the way it has to be, honey."
"Could you do me just one last favor then?" I begged.
"What's that, Cathy?"
"Let's go back to the shack and make love just one more time before saying goodbye. Tommy, I'm so hot I don't know what to do. I need a good fuck bad."
"Oh Cathy, anything but that. No, I just can't. And besides, I wouldn't trust myself. If I fucked you once more I might never be able to turn away and do what I must. Let's just keep the memories of the times we enjoyed before. Believe me, honey, it'll be much easier in the long run."
My trembling fingers reached into my pocket and I pulled out the locket Tommy had given me. "Here Tommy, you'd better take this back. It wouldn't be right for me to keep it now."
"Please, Cathy honey, please keep it," he implored. "I'll always love you, and I want you to have something to remember me by. Please keep it."
I took a long look at the locket. "Okay Tommy, I will. But if we're not going to the shack, please drive me home. I feel more awful every minute."
The return trip was made in complete silence. When it came time for me to get out of the car we whispered hasty goodbyes, after which he pulled me to him and kissed my lips. As I watched his car drive down the dusty road and out of my life, I felt the whole world crumble. My purpose for existence had vanished. All I had left to identify with were the Bronson's and a sleepy little farming community that bored the shit out of me.
Fortunately the house was empty when I returned. I didn't want any of them to see me in my condition. Even talking to them at such a painful time would have been torture. Despite the fact that I was crushed, I still desired sex, but exclusively with Tommy. I went into the bathroom, pulled down my slacks and panties and diddled myself. I closed my eyes and thought of Tommy's beautiful cock until I reached orgasm. Then I went to my room, threw myself on the bed and slept until dinner.
For two months after the break-up with Tommy I spent my spare moments brooding. I threw myself into my schoolwork with enormous fervor as a means of escape, but soon came to realize I'd have to find another man to take Tommy's place. That posed another problem since I found most of the fellows at school frightfully dull, even the older ones. I also continued to catch more static from the loving Bronson's.
"Mamma, I saw Cathy walking home with Billy Valentine after school," Clara Bronson, who loved to spy on me, announced to Aunt Bess one evening as we were clearing dinner dishes from the table.
"Land sakes, child," Aunt Bess said, giving me a mortified look. "That boy's two years older'n you, plumb near three. Keep runnin' around with good-for-nothings like that and the devil'll have your soul sure as shootin'."
"She likes older boys, Ma," Zeke said, "particularly when they're fixin' to take advantage of her."
"You're a Mar, Zeke," I screamed, running over and slapping him across the face.
Zeke clenched his fists and flared at me menacingly. "You do that one more time, girl, and I'll knock you halfway across this room."
"Now simmer down, both of you," Uncle Job cautioned.
"I'll tell you the kind of boy you oughta start showin' an interest in," Aunt Bess continued after the interruption, "and that's the Richland boy, Peter. He's a mighty fine lad, and in your class at school, too."
"Yep, them Richland's are God-fearing people, real salt of the earth," Uncle Job agreed. "Zeb's been choir director now for � let's see � somethin' like ten years, and his boy, Peter, is already in the choir. Yep, you spoke a mouthful there, Bess."
I hoped the Richland suggestion would be put to rest as quickly as it had been offered, but it wasn't. Bess felt she'd struck on a winning idea and anytime she came up with such an idea a team of wild horses couldn't prevent her from exploring it fully. What made matters ticklish was that Peter Richland was a fine boy whom I genuinely liked as a person. The problem was I found him dull as shit. In addition, he had an insipid homely look about him. The Richland's, after a certain amount of preliminary probing from Aunt Bess, gave her idea their enthusiastic support. So there we were, Peter and me, sipping fruit punch at a church social, with the Bronson's and Richland's looking on glowingly.
"You �you do much reading Cathy?" Peter asked.
"Some, do you?"
"Mostly the Bible. What do you like to read best, Old Testament or New Testament?"
I shrugged. "Oh, I don't know, Peter, I guess I like both about the same."
"Papa was tellin' me you got a real good crop over at your place this season."
"Yes, very good."
"I was real happy to hear that, real happy," Peter grinned. "Yeah, I'm always happy when nice folks like you have a real fine crop."
That brilliant conversation represented the high point of the afternoon's festivities. The low point was reached when Peter accidentally bumped into me, spilling punch on my dress.
CHAPTER THREE
Many afternoons as I walked home from school alone, I got in the habit of walking past the hilltop house of the late Dr. Franklin. His widow, Melissa Franklin, was the town's most controversial figure, as well as reputedly its wealthiest. Dr. and Mrs. Franklin had moved into the area five years earlier, after Dr. Franklin had amassed a comfortable fortune practicing medicine in a large Eastern city. The couple had one son, who was married and had gone to New York to become a Madison Avenue advertising executive.
Dr. Franklin had sustained a serious heart attack just before he and Melissa arrived in our community. The attack forced him to abandon his practice, so he and Melissa moved into our area to enjoy its foremost asset, plenty of peace and quiet. He spent his time reading, fishing and doing a little farming. Three years later he was stricken with another critical attack, to which he succumbed.
Melissa, much to the local gentry's surprise, decided to remain at the farm after the doctor's death. She secured the services of two hired hands, announcing her intention of utilizing the farm's full potential. Under her guidance, the farm began to shape up, eventually becoming the most lucrative in the area. One day the two hired hands quit under mysterious circumstances, being quickly replaced by three more. As output increased, so did the number of hired hands. The turnover was great, and speculation arose among gossipy townfolk about what was happening. Then one day her most talkative hand, a big rugged Southerner whose tongue loosened under the influence of whisky, told a story that quickly made the rounds.
I remember hearing it from Zeke, who recounted it one Saturday afternoon to Isaac. The folks were in town buying supplies, so Zeke and Isaac were able to talk freely.
"You hear the story that's been circulatin' around about old lady Franklin?" Zeke asked Isaac.
"I hear about weird stuff that's been goin' on over there, but I never got the full scoop on any of it."
"Well I got the story on the whole set-up the other night. Me and some of the fellas were sprawled out in back of the general store playin' a little liar's poker when Bud Dawson, old lady Franklin's hand, comes staggerin' up."
"You mean the guy from Arkansas?"
"Yeah, that's him. Anyhow he asks us if he can join in the game and we say sure. We're always happy to have him play with us, seeing how he's such a lousy player and all, and it's easy to clean his pockets after he's had a few drinks. He told us thanks and that he'd be right back, after he bought some booze. He comes back five minutes later toting a whole damned quart of bourbon under his arm, with some paper cups in his other hand. Well, that night all of us got pretty drunk, particularly him. He drank most of the bourbon, but we didn't have no squawk comin' since he bought it and was treatin' us. After he'd got so drunk he could hardly sit up straight, he did something funny, something he never done before."
"What was that?" Isaac asked, his curiosity rising as a smile formed on his lips.
"He started talkin' about old lady Franklin."
"I'll be damned, that's the one thing you could never get Bud to talk about, even when he's half soused."
"Only this time he wasn't half soused, more like double soused. And the more he had to drink the more he told."
"Like what?"
"The first thing he started going on about was the way old lady Franklin worked the hands, how he was worn to a frazzle when he got through. Then he started cussin' her out, saying she was the cause of getting him tired and run down. He even said he started drinking more after he went to work for her."
"What the fuck's he got to bitch about?" Isaac chuckled derisively. "Working on a farm ain't no Sunday school picnic. We all work like hell."
"But working was just part of it. The thing he was really cussin' about was what she used to do to him after dinner."
"What the hell would she do after dinner?"
"He started cussin' her up one side and down the other for sucking his cock all the time and draining him dry. He said there was just no way to please that bitch. No matter how much come she'd drain out of him, she'd expect more. He called her the damnedest cocksuckin' machine he ever seen; said after awhile he'd even see her going up and down on his cock in his sleep. Even laughed about the way some guys count sheep, but all he could see was old lady Franklin moving her mouth up and down on his rod."
"She just do it to him, or'd the other guys get it just as much?"
"Shit, she done it to all of them," Zeke asserted. "He kept complaining, though, that she drained him the driest on account of the fact he was bigger'n any of the other hands and she figured he oughta be able to put out more. He said she was a mean old mother when it came to lickin' a hard old rod, really knew how to do it, and at first he liked it until she started going so overboard about it. By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, he said, he and the guys were so beat that all they wanted to do was sack out in the bunkhouse and sleep. But sure as shootin' she usually put a damper on that by walking in about half loaded, cussin' the poor old hired hands for not having any pep. Then she'd go to work on 'em one by one right there. Poor old Bud was telling us about one time when he had a hangover and was as tired as hell after banging some little town whore the night before. Just as soon as he fell into a sound sleep he feels something tugging on his cock. Then his balls started tickling. So he opens his eyes and who does he find staring at him with a naughty look on her face but old lady Franklin."
Isaac broke into raucous laughter. "He musta shit bricks."
"You better believe it. Anyway there she was, just stroking away. Then she starts bitching him about being so lazy, and tells him she wants some action. So she just unzipped, with old Bud yawning and still half asleep, and started pumping. A little of that pumping and she gets him hard. Old Bud was so surprised she was able to get him hard, on account of how he was so tired and all, that you coulda knocked him over with a feather. But that old gal not only got him hard, she kept working and working away until he finally busted loose, when he'd sworn before that there was nothing left."
"Damn, she sounds like quite a broad. Not really a bad looker either."
"No she ain't, and she goes like gangbusters. No, old Bud told us he wasn't complaining about her wanting, to suck, just getting hung up to the point she wouldn't leave the fellas alone. Why hell, to hear him tell about it, some of those guys were practically basket cases before they decided to leave there. Bud said he and the guys used to get pissed too cause she wouldn't let them ram it into her. She used to tell 'em that maybe they could call the shots when they were slipping cash to some little whore in town, but as long as they were working for her, they'd get the kinda fucking that she wanted to give 'em."
"Just don't figure, I mean just from looking at her," Isaac said. "She looks so quiet and dignified and all. But she's a real first rate cocksucker, huh?"
"Hell, old Bud said she'd win a prize hands down over any competition if they ever decided to start giving one for sucking off studs."
Bud's story quickly circulated, picking up the usual variations here and there that imaginative small town gossips add. Fortunately for Mrs. Franklin, a number of people were inclined to dismiss Bud Dawson's story as the imagining of a neurotic itinerant farm hand with a serious drinking problem.
Several weeks after Dawson talked, Melissa Franklin announced her intention of selling her entire stock and equipment, giving up farming altogether. Everything went at reduced rates.
"We could use some of that equipment she's selling off, Pop," Zeke suggested to Uncle Job.
"Nothing that woman'd put up for sale could interest me," Uncle Job replied bitterly.
"But Pop, I seen some of the equipment. It's in good shape, and she's getting rid of it for next to nothing."
"Yeah, but I heard tell of that woman's sinful ways."
"But Pop, we ain't buying none of her sinful ways, just some of her farming equipment."
"But you're missing the whole point, Zeke," Uncle Job shot back impatiently. "If I- had that woman's equipment on my farm I'd be afraid the good Lord in heaven would bring fire down on my farm and punish all of us. And I couldn't say I'd blame him for doing it."
Controversy increased my curiosity, and the aura of mystery surrounding Mrs. Franklin and her immense house on the hill made me enjoy my after school walks past there that much more. My mind would roam as I gazed at the beautiful sloping green lawn that led up to the house. As for the house itself, it was a brightly painted blue two story structure with white shutters. I longed someday to go inside it and unlock the mysteries it contained.
After giving up farming, Melissa Franklin faded out as a local conversation piece. She was now content, I was told, to spend her time working in her garden. The garden was not visible from the road that I took home from school. It was located behind the house, between it and the large red barn. Once in a while I would walk up the side of the hill to get a view of the garden. I was impressed by her collection of roses. One afternoon as I stood staring a little longer than usual, a voice shook me out of my thoughts.
"Now just what are you looking at, young lady?" a woman's voice crisply inquired.
I turned and saw a woman walking toward me from the side of the house. As she drew nearer I got a better look at her. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties, but could have been a well preserved 50. Her hair was bright red and her complexion a satiny smooth texture. Her figure was compact but attractive, her eyes a clear sparkling brown.
"Can't you speak, dear?" she asked in a voice several degrees less firm than the one she had employed earlier, stopping several feet from me.
"I was � I was just looking at your beautiful garden," I finally answered quietly.
"Then there's nothing to be afraid of, is there?" she said, a faint smile crossing her face. "That is, unless you stole something, and you don't look like the kind of young lady who would do that."
"No, I wouldn't do that."
I said it in such a serious manner the response struck her as funny, causing her to laugh robustly.
"Why don't you come over here closer then, and get a better look at my garden, if you like it that well. My name's Melissa, Melissa Franklin."
"Pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Franklin. My name's Cathy Nelson."
"Hi, Cathy. Call me Melissa. Otherwise you'll make me feel older than I like to admit I am."
That first meeting precipitated many others. After a while Melissa started looking forward to our meetings, inviting me inside her house to have tea. One day when we were roaming through the garden she gave me a bundle of red roses to take home. The moment I arrived at the Bronson's, trouble ensued.
"Where in thunder you get those?" Uncle Job asked crossly upon seeing the flowers.
"I saw them growing up by the hill so I � I helped myself to some."
"You ornery little liar," Zeke laughed derisively. "Only place that's got long stemmed roses like that is old lady Franklin's garden."
"That's the only place I ever seen 'em," Aunt Bess said distrustfully. "You been over there; Cathy?"
"I was walking past there looking at them and she asked me if I wanted any."
"So you said yes and took 'em," Uncle Job said, shaking his head in disgust.
Aunt Bess grabbed the flowers from my hand and heaved them into the waste paper basket. "That's the way we feel about anything that comes from the likes of Melissa Franklin."
"Amen," Uncle Job agreed.
"And don't ever let us hear about you taking anything from her again. Or even talking to her, for that matter."
The warnings didn't deter me from visiting Melissa. I just made sure I covered everything up. Nor did I ever bring home any more souvenirs. I also started itching for sex. The Bronson's had forced me into a bind. First of all, they were still trying to promote something between me and Peter Richland. Secondly, any time I'd show the faintest interest in a boy at school he'd be at least several years older than I, as well as the type they'd pronounce unsuitable. One afternoon as I was leaving the Franklin house after tea and conversation with Melissa I observed a soldier in the distance, walking down the road, carrying a duffel bag over his left shoulder. As he spotted me he waved his right arm, called out, and broke into a trot. I stopped to wait for him.
"Hi there, sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if you could tell me if I'm anywhere near the main road into town," he asked in a shy, boyish manner I found appealing. "I've been walking the last two hours and you're the first person I've seen."
I laughed. "Yes, you're on the right track. The main road is just a little over a mile from here, and it leads right into town."
"Whew, that's a load off my mind," he chuckled, flashing a pearly white grin. "The farmer that gave me a lift in his truck told me this was the right road, but after walking and walking for so long I got scared that maybe he was wrong. And I've gotta get back to Fort Cox before morning. I'm sure glad I ran into you."
"I'm happy I could help, particularly a soldier."
I was instantly attracted to him. The longer we talked the hotter was the feeling that started in my cunt and spread through the rest of my body, giving me a kind of fresh, tingly sensation. I particularly liked his radiant smile, in which the even white teeth and distinctive curl of his lips combined to project a flow of youthful innocence I found absent in most of the other boys I met. He was average height, and slender, with striking coal black hair and prominent cheekbones.
"I was wondering if maybe I might ask another small favor of you while I'm at it," the young soldier inquired cautiously after a pause.
"What's that?"
"Do you think maybe you could walk with me a little of the way so I'll have somebody to talk to? I mean, I get kind of lonely and all traveling by myself. The only person I've had to talk to all day was that farmer who gave me the ride in his truck."
"Okay, for a little while," I consented. "But I'm expected home for dinner pretty soon."
"Do you live near here?"
"Yes, just a little ways away." An idea struck me as I got hotter for the young soldier. "It might do you good to get off this dusty road and walk by the stream. It's a lot prettier, with the trees and grass and all."
"Okay, that sounds good. Just lead the way," he agreed. "By the way, my name's Roy Boileau."
"Hi, Roy. I'm Cathy Nelson."
As we neared the stream Roy told me about himself and the Army. He had been drafted out of college, was now a corporal, and looking forward to his discharge in six months. Roy spoke glowingly of the girl he loved back home, and said that they would be married when he got out of the service. As our conversation developed I detected a certain degree of sexual excitement in him toward me. I wondered if I could get him to fuck me, or if he was being true to his girl back home. I was dying to grab hold of his cock, but I made myself wait.
"You sure are pretty," he said at one point. "I'll bet all the guys around here are just wild about you."
"You're quite a guy, Roy," I replied, "and your girl is real lucky."
We reached the stream and I got an idea. Taking my shoes off, I waded in, letting the cool waters circulate between my toes. My whole body was itching to get fucked. I pulled my dress up slightly, just enough to make my point without appearing obvious. I glanced in Roy's direction as I was pulling up my dress and saw the shape of his cock harden inside his khaki pants. It made me even hotter and led me to wonder how long it would take him to get around to shoving it up me.
"How about coming in," I suggested with a smile. "The water's fine."
"No thanks, Cathy. I'd just as soon just watch you."
Moments later I got out of the stream and walked barefoot toward him, a smile on my lips.
"Oh, Cathy, you looked so pretty wading in that stream," Roy said admiringly. "I wish I'd had a camera to get a picture of you."
I decided I couldn't wait for him to start. I threw myself into his arms, and gave him a long, sensuous French kiss which left us both gasping for air.
"Oh, baby, you're getting me hot," he said, pulling me toward him and forcing his tongue inside my mouth. He pulled away and gave me a startled look. Things were happening too fast for him, and I was determined to capitalize on every possibility.
"Come on, honey, let's go over here," I suggested, grabbing him by the hand and leading him into the bushes.
"We shouldn't do anything like this, Cathy, we really shouldn't," Roy said, shaking his head. But his cock told a different story, and even a detached glance gave away his true feelings � that he wanted to fuck me every bit as much as I wanted him to.
"Just be quiet now, Roy," I said soothingly, unzipping him and forcing my head over his long, erect cock. I could hardly wait to enjoy its smooth texture, and a beautiful feeling came over me as I worked my way up and down it.
"Oh, Cathy, oh, oh, oh," Roy began to gasp excitedly, reacting to every up and down motion.
The fires began to mount inside me as I speeded up the pace and concentrated on getting Roy to shoot his load, which I was sure would be a big one. I could feel myself approaching climax. As I built up, I started manipulating a hand around Roy's balls.
"Oh, that feels good, Cathy, it feels so good," he sighed ecstatically.
My head whirled with erotic excitement as Roy released his load. As I swallowed his hot juice, I also reached climax. My hunch that his load would be a big one proved correct, as I drained every drop from him. After I'd sucked him dry, I lay down next to him on the grass and we relaxed for a while.
I was still hot. Soon I asked him, "How soon could you shoot again, Roy?"
"Boy, just play around with it, Cathy, and I'll be ready right away!"
I played with his cock and fingered his asshole, and sure enough he started getting hard again real quick. He didn't waste any time. He got over on top of me, and I guided his hot cock between the lips of my cunt. He pressed forward and slid it all the way in. He might not have had much technique, but he sure had lots of enthusiasm. I worked along with him as he pistoned his prick in and out of my cunt. I caressed his back and his ass, and tightened the muscles of my cunt around his throbbing prick.
"Gee, Cathy," he gasped, "you're the best fuck I've had since I left home!"
I didn't even bother to answer. I just let my cunt do my talking for me!
His strokes got faster and more frenzied, and I knew he was ready to come. I matched his rhythm, and I orgasmed too just as I felt his hot load spurt up into me.
"Oh, Cathy," he whispered afterward, "you're the greatest!"
Later, Roy didn't say much as we walked back to the main road. I could tell that he felt guilty about having fucked me. He had probably promised his girl back home that he would use his cock only to piss and jerk off, until he saw her again.
Well, naturally I never saw Roy after that one time. But I'm willing to bet that he remembered me, even after he married his girl back home. It was one of those things. We had met at a moment in time, when I was hot and dying, to get fucked, and he happened to be there and it was an experience for him. I'm sure that in later years, while he was fucking his wife, he often thought of my cunt, and of my hot mouth giving him a wild blow job!
The more I visited Melissa Franklin, the greater degree of rapport that developed between us. She was everything that the Bronson's were not, intelligent, worldly and understanding. I listened in fascination as she described life in a big city, life that I knew about only from movies I had seen and books I had read.
The better I got to know her, the more candid her conversation became. I finally confided to her how miserable I was living with the Bronson's, with the boys trying to fuck me every chance they got, and with the girls jealous of me because I was so much prettier than they were. Melissa readily sympathized, pointing out the importance of a young girl having the proper home environment. One afternoon our conversation took an interesting turn.
"I saw the Bronson's in town last week at the store," Melissa related as she sipped tea. "I can see why you're unhappy with them, you poor dear. You're a sophisticated girl, very artistic. They'd stifle every ounce of creativity in you."
"I don't get along with any of them."
"I wouldn't imagine so. Those two boys, especially the older one, they seem so crude."
"I hate Zeke and Isaac."
Melissa sighed reflectively before continuing. "I've been thinking, dear, and I know this is going to surprise you when I tell you right off, but how would you like to come live with me? I'd like to adopt you if I could get their consent."
The prospect excited me. "I'd love to, Melissa, but I know they'd raise a big fuss."
"I'll tell you what, dear. Just use your best judgment and wait for the right opportunity to talk it over with Aunt Bess and Uncle Job. Then you can tell them I'd like to talk to them about it too. I've been so lonely here since Dr. Franklin died. Having you around would be like a breath of fresh air to me."
The response I initially received from the Bronson's was anything but favorable. However, as my confidence increased from my meetings with Melissa I grew more active in my hostility toward the Bronson's, where I had formerly been passive. I was seeking an open break, and felt on the verge of achieving it. All I needed was to rock the boat a little more.
One afternoon as I was walking home from school I caught a glimpse of Clara Bronson walking some yards behind me, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Spying on me was her chief preoccupation, and any news concerning the most casual smile I might exchange with a boy was sure to be relayed with great gusto to the anxious ears of Aunt Bess and Uncle Job.
The day was hot and I had broken into a sweat from the rays of the piercing sun beating down on me, when my attention was distracted by the whirring sound of a motor close by. I turned my head and saw the familiar figure of Billy Bergholz' motor bike leaving a trail of dust behind as he moved closer to me. Red-haired Billy was every inch as mischievous as he looked behind his smug smile and freckled face. He had earned the reputation as cocksman of the senior class through a series of conquests, the most heralded being a session in his bedroom with an older girl cousin, who later told his parents every detail. He had made numerous advances toward me in the past, but finally gave up after I repeatedly put him down. For some reason he just hadn't turned me on, but now I decided to alter matters immediately.
"Hi, Billy, how are you?" I cooed sweetly as he passed, showing him a seductive smile and pushing my tits out boldly. I also caught Clara out of the corner of my eye, intently taking in the action.
Billy ground his motor bike to a speedy halt, looking back at me in disbelief. "Hi there, Cathy. And how � how've you been?"
"Oh, I've been just great."
"Well say, Cathy, it's so hot and all today that I was wonderin' if you might like me to give you a ride home on my bike."
"That's awful sweet of you, Billy," I smiled. "That would be great."
"Okay, just hop on the back and we'll be on our way."
As I jumped on the back seat and grabbed Billy's waist I could see Clara, running as fast as her legs would carry her, through a clump of woods toward home.
"Where can I take you, Cathy?" Billy called as we rode down the road.
"I don't feel like going home right now," I answered. "Why don't you take me to your house. I mean if it's all right with you."
"If it's all right with me?" Billy laughed. "Are you kidding, Cathy? This must be my lucky day."
Throughout the ride to Billy's house, he would place his hand on my leg, caressing it and whispering. "Oh, Cathy, what gorgeous legs you've got." He pressed back against my tits. "Nothing wrong with the rest of you either, for that matter."
When we arrived at Billy's house his 13-year-old brother, Frank, was at the front door.
"The coast clear?" Billy called to Frank.
"Shore miff," Frank laughed. "Hi, Cathy, how are you?" he said. He stared at me with a knowing look on his face.
"Hi, Frank," I answered.
"Gee Billy, I didn't think you knew Cathy this well," Frank said.
"We're gonna get better acquainted today," the older brother said, giving me a wink, which I returned with a smile.
"I'll watch the front and back doors and see that the coast's clear or anything else you say," Frank said excitedly, "but please let me in on some of the action, Billy."
"Now don't go buggin' me, Frank," Billy said impatiently. "I've let you get your kicks with some of the girls, but I'd like to have Cathy all to myself.'
"But Cathy's the prettiest one you've ever had, and I like her better than all the rest put together," Frank said. "Be a sport and let me get a little, even if it's just a feel or two."
"I wouldn't mind if he joined in," I offered, looking at Billy. "I mean as long as it's all right with you, Billy."
Billy shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Well, okay, we'll see about it. But for right now, Frank, your job's to watch and see nobody's coming. Got it?"
"Okay, Billy," Frank agreed, walking into the living room as I followed Billy into the bedroom.
I was ready for sex, though I didn't feel the same measure of hot pussy I'd had toward Tommy, or even my soldier boy, Roy. I soon began to warm up, however, when Billy and I were in the bedroom and began to undress, Billy looked good naked. He didn't have the athletic trimness of Tommy, having a slight pot belly, but had a well developed chest and trim legs. He had a good-sized cock and a real cute ass.
"I'd like to love you to death, baby," Billy said as he moved up to me, darting his tongue in my mouth and moving it around and around in perhaps the longest tongue kiss I had ever experienced. As he moved his tongue around mine in every conceivable motion, one of his hands caressed my ass, gliding one finger gently over my asshole. As he kissed me passionately I ran my hand up and down his back and played a little with his ass, too.
He suddenly broke our kiss and gave me a sex-hungry look. "Just lie down, baby, just lie down," he softly ordered me, easing me onto my back in the middle of the bed. Billy started by sucking my tits, running his tongue over them expertly as he had circulated it through my mouth earlier.
Billy was such an expert tongue man that in a matter of minutes he succeeded in working me up to one of my tingling frenzies.
"Eat my box, eat my box, Billy," I panted as he continued licking my fleshy breasts.
"Okay, baby, just sit tight cause here I come," he responded. "I've wanted to find out for a long time what it would be like getting between those gorgeous long legs."
He went to work with fervor, my cunt flaming with wild sensation as his tongue made its way into my box. "Wrap the legs around my head, baby," he gasped. "I like the feel of 'em."
He sighed as I complied with his wish. I got so hot I wanted to make use of my hands, so I massaged his ass while he tenaciously tongued my box. The quicker he tongued, the more rapid my own motions became, until I went wild with passion and shot inside his mouth, releasing the result of all my pent-up sex energies.
After catching my breath I turned and looked at Billy's cock, observing it had retained its original hardness. "You haven't shot yet?"
"Not yet, Cathy baby," he smiled. "If you're not too tired I'd like to fuck your cunt."
I laughed. "Me tired? Go ahead, Billy, I'd love it."
Billy reached into a dresser drawer and got a rubber. "All right, here goes, baby," he gasped, entering me and fucking away. Billy was so hot I knew he'd shoot his load quickly, and he did.
"Bravo, bravo," a voice said as Billy lay on the bed regaining his breath. We both turned and saw Frank standing in the doorway, beaming with a grin of delight.
"Didn't I tell you to act as our lookout!" Billy reprimanded.
"Billy, I was until just a second ago. When I heard you both groanin' I just had to come in and watch the fuck-show."
"Okay, so you've seen it," Billy said. "Now go on back out and do your watching."
"But you said maybe I could get in on some of the action if I was lookout like you told me," Frank said disappointedly. "Well I did just like you said, and now you're telling me to get on out of the room."
"Why don't you let him have a little fun, Billy?" I suggested, feeling sorry for the young brother and also flattered by the intensity of his desire for me. "I was gonna have to leave soon anyway. Why not give Frank a chance?"
"Okay, okay if he wants to take a little feel or something like that," Billy said.
"I'll do whatever you want me to, Cathy," Frank said with cheerful expectation.
"Thank you, Frank," I answered. "I'll tell you what I'd really like. I'd like a little ass suck if you'll give it to me."
"I've never done it before but I'm willing to try."
"Okay, Frank baby," I grinned, turning over on my stomach and spreading my legs. "Go ahead, Frank, suck my ass for me."
Like a bolt of lightning Frank was over my ass, running his tongue around it. At first the movements were slow as he oriented himself to the routine. But after he located the proper rhythm he was as effective a tongue man as his older brother. He must have kept it up a good ten minutes, and they really were good!
"Okay, champ, that's it for today," Billy finally said. "It's time for me to drive Cathy home."
"Boy, that sure was fun," Frank said. "Thank you, Cathy."
"And thank you, Frank," I replied. "I enjoyed it as much from my end as you did from yours."
"It sure helps when the ass you're sucking's as gorgeous as hers, don't it, little man?" Billy said teasingly, thumping Frank playfully on the chest.
"It sure does," Frank confirmed. "I'd sure like to suck her cunt next time!"
Frank stood on the porch waving as we rode off. "That little brother of yours is gonna be as big a tiger as you before he gets much older," I told Billy laughingly.
"Don't I know it," Billy conceded. "But don't ever forget the good teaching I gave him."
As we reached the dirt road which would take us close to my house I grew anxious about the impending clash with Aunt Bess and Uncle Job. Earlier I had been preoccupied with sex, but now that I was on my way home the impact of what I had done began to register. I kept thinking that perhaps I had gone too far in seeking to achieve a full break with the Bronson's. There was always the prospect that I rocked the boat too far, in riding off on the back of Billy's motor bike in full view of Clara. Maybe they would feel a stronger obligation to convert me to their way of life rather than to grant me my freedom.
"Let me off here, Billy," ! said as we reached the turn off which led to our farm.
"Why don't you let me take you the rest of the way, Cathy?"
"I'd rather walk the rest of the way."
"Ail right, you're the boss," Billy agreed, pulling to a stop. "When can I fuck you again, Cathy?"
"I can't say right now, Billy."
"I just hope it's soon," Billy said hopefully. "Anyway good night now and thanks."
"Good night, Billy," ! said, watching him drive off.
I had no sooner opened the door and entered the house before the board of inquisition began to question me.
"Just where have you been, young lady?" Uncle Job asked me tersely.
"Yes, just where?" Aunt Bess chimed in.
"Oh, walking around," I answered cautiously, wondering if the Bronson's knew and were merely testing me, or if maybe Clara had decided against blowing the whistle.
"You know where she's been," Clara shouted, running into the living room. "Like I told you, she drove off with that dirty Billy Bergholz. Most likely they went over to his place and sinned around."
"Hush up now, Clara," Aunt Bess ordered. "We believe you, dear, we was just seeing if she'd own up to it."
"Yeah, and just like I figured, she wouldn't," Uncle Job reasoned. "How about it, girl, you might as well tell us everything now. You go over to that boy's house with him?"
"What if I did?" I said defiantly.
"Shut up, girl, and stop talkin' to Uncle Job like that," Aunt Bess shouted. "It's his business and mine too to know where you go, especially if it's with the wildest boy in town."
"I happen to think he's nice," I retorted. "Besides, I'm almost 15 and I'm not a girl anymore, so I don't see any harm in going to visit people once in a while if I want to."
"Particularly when it's to see boys like Billy, who are just looking for cheap girls," Clara said bitterly.
"Shut up you sneaky little hypocrite," I bellowed at the top of my voice. "You're just jealous because no boy would ever look twice at you because you're so ugly."
"You shut up and stop talkin' to Clara that way," Aunt Bess warned.
"You keep talking like that and I'll beat some respect into you," Uncle Job threatened, clenching his fists menacingly.
"Go ahead, see if I care," I blurted. "You're all so miserable that all you can think of is trying to make me miserable too."
"Then maybe it's time you moved out of here," Uncle Job said. "That Franklin woman talked to us about you moving in with her. You're two of a kind!"
"Well I like her better than all of you put together," I screamed. "In fact I hate all of you, hate you, hate you!"
"Then the matter's settled," Aunt Bess said grimly. "We'll fix it so you can live with Mrs. Franklin, you ungrateful little tramp."
"Amen," Uncle Job thundered, going to his room and slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day I moved my belongings out of the Bronson house and into Mrs. Franklin's marked the beginning of a new fife for me. Rather than treat me like a child like the Bronson's had, she talked to me as an adult. These intimate conversations usually occurred after dinner, when my homework had been completed and dishes done. Melissa would take out a bottle of gin and sip as she talked.
"Maybe you've heard about how I've been maligned in this town as a dirty, oversexed woman," she said one evening.
"I've heard people talk about you, but I don't pay attention to any of it. They're all a bunch of jealous hypocrites."
"That they are," Melissa said, placing her hand affectionately over mine, "but in a way they're right. I do like sex an awful lot, always have, and I frankly don't see anything wrong with it."
"I guess there isn't, as long as nobody gets hurt."
"That's right. Take me after my husband died. What's there for an active woman like me to do in a dump of a town like this? I felt like staying here, but I needed a little fun too. So did those lonely farm hands that were bunking out in back. You see what I mean, don't you, dear?"
"I guess I do," I replied.
Melissa smiled, then patted my hand affectionately. "I thought you would. You're such a bright and mature young girl. You may be only 15 but you could probably pass for 21 if you had to. You're not silly and frivolous like so many of the girls your age. You're a mature young lady."
"Thank you, Melissa," I said quietly.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but after the last of the hired hands cleared out when I'd decided to give up farming, I got real attached to the only friend I had left, my collie, Jeff. You never met Jeff, did you, honey?"
"No, I didn't."
"Oh, my sweet Jeff was a beautiful little man. At night when everything was still I'd just look at him by the hour. I really came to admire Jeff, sitting up in his thick coat looking so handsome. After a while I'd get down on the floor and start petting him affectionately. Finally, I started going even further, engaging in sexual acts with him. Do you think I should feel ashamed of my love for Jeff?"
I tried to suppress my shock. "I, well I ... guess not, I mean if that was what you felt."
Melissa reached over and kissed my hand. "You're so understanding, such a wonderful young lady."
"What finally happened to Jeff?"
"I gave him away. This might sound funny, but my reason was that I got to loving Jeff too much. It gave me a kind of guilt complex. Poor Jeff, I loved him but I could never communicate with him, except through the sex act itself. I think it bothered him too, and I never wanted Jeff to suffer on my behalf. I felt we'd experienced pure love and that it was time Jeff be given his freedom. He was such a sweet, understanding dog. I'm sorry you never had the chance to meet him. You would have adored him, and knowing Jeff I'm sure he'd have immediately taken to you."
"He sounds nice. I'm sorry I never met him."
Melissa glanced at her wristwatch. "Goodness, it's getting late. You've got school tomorrow, dear, so I think it's time you turned in."
"I guess you're right."
She gave me one last parting tug on the hand. "Thank you for being so patient about listening to me, darling. I just want you to get to know me. After all, we will be seeing a lot of each other, living under the same roof and all."
The next night was Friday. After dinner Melissa drove me into town, where we went to see a movie. Upon arriving home I went into the bathroom to prepare for bed. Melissa announced her intention of having a drink while I was using the bathroom. Just as I was finishing I paused a moment to size myself up in the mirror. I was pleased by the reflection I saw. I smiled satisfactorily as I gazed at the well tapered legs, firm breasts and long blonde hair. I was just barely over 15, but I had already reached almost full maturity.
"You are very lovely, my dear," the admiring voice of Melissa said in the background. I was startled to turn and find her appreciatively absorbing the moment, her face flushed with a smile.
"Oh, I didn't know you were standing there, Melissa," I said, making a nervous effort toward combing my hair.
Melissa stepped closer, running her fingers gently over my hair. "Don't be embarrassed, don't ever be embarrassed over finding yourself beautiful. Beauty's a rare gift, and you should feel both proud and thankful to have been rewarded so generously."
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am," Melissa continued softly. "I went through the same thing myself in my girlhood. I was blessed with a certain amount of beauty, though I must confess, never in the abundance you possess."
"Don't say that, Melissa," I said reprovingly. "You're very beautiful. More beautiful than I am."
She chuckled affectionately. "Foolish girl. Thank you, but I know better. I've always been a keen observer, my dear, and I can honestly say I've never seen a young lady as beautiful as you, not in my entire life. And I doubt I ever will. And if I didn't think you were a mature enough young lady to accept a compliment like that, I wouldn't be offering it."
"Thank you, Melissa."
Melissa clasped my hands in hers. "You poor dear girl, you never got the recognition you deserved from the Bronson's. They couldn't begin to appreciate you like I can."
"I'm so happy to be with you, Melissa."
She kissed me gently on the forehead, then put her arms around me, saying, "Let's go in your bedroom a moment."
As Melissa led me into the bedroom my heart began to skip as it dawned on me what she might be up to. I had never experienced sex with a woman before, and was now caught unexpectedly by a person I never guessed would make such an approach.
"Lie down, Cathy, and relax," Melissa soothed, "and let's talk a while."
"About what, Melissa?"
"About us, dear. You see, I'm in a strange position. I told you last night about my other experiences. I wanted you to know about them. But the one thing I've never done is make love to another woman. I remember in college some of the girls in my dorm getting involved that way. I blew my top when a few such advances were made toward me. I just couldn't stand it. But from the first day I met you, when you stopped to look at my garden, I could feel a sexual current surging through me. I tried to pretend it didn't exist at first, but I knew after a while it did. Then I just decided to hide my feelings and never tell you or anyone else about them, but somehow that didn't seem natural either. I found myself in sheer agony watching you walk around in that beautiful baby doll, with that superb, trim body and angelic white skin. Do you understand what I'm saying, baby? I love you, I really love you."
"I � I think I do, Melissa," I answered cautiously, becoming more terrified by the moment.
Melissa made her move with rapidity, pouncing on the bed, throwing her arms around me and kissing my lips. "I love you, dear, love you, and you're so understanding."
Our arms were locked in tight embrace, with Melissa contenting herself for a while in lip kissing, after which her hot tongue made contact with mine.
"Let me help you off with your nightie, honey," Melissa suggested as her inner fire built up from the torrid kissing. She undressed me with little assistance.
"What an exquisitely beautiful body," she crooned after stripping me. "Even the stomach's beautiful, so nice and flat." Melissa took her hands and cupped them around my tits. "My, what firm breasts. The body beautiful!"
Melissa's advances totally frustrated me. I felt a certain pride over the attention, some tingling sensations from contact with an attractive woman but was terrified over engaging in what I'd always been taught was a forbidden act. I also attempted to tell myself the tingling sensations were illusory, and that I actually disapproved of the whole experience.
Her hands shifted from my breasts to my cunt, which she touched gently. Then Melissa began to run her hands up and down my legs, ending by massaging my toes.
"Spread your legs just a little," she suggested. "I'd like to get my first taste of the beautiful young woman I love."
Melissa sighed as her tongue made contact with my cunt. "Just relax," Melissa soothed, "and I'll give you all kinds of wonderful pleasure."
She determinedly continued until I climaxed.
"I've tasted you, oh, I've tasted you," she proclaimed excitedly after she received my come.
She kissed me gently on the forehead and got up. "Good night, dear, and thank you for a wonderful evening."
"Good night, Melissa," I whispered, watching her leave my bedroom and walk in the direction of hers.
The next evening when it was time to go to bed, Melissa followed me silently to my bedroom, lying next to me in bed.
"I'll look after you, Cathy, and see you get every chance to make a success of yourself in life," Melissa promised.
She reached over and kissed me a few times on the lips, then undressed me. "Could you turn over please, dear, on your stomach."
I did so.
"What a wonderfully shaped ass," she said admiringly. "I've never sucked an ass, not even a man's. But yours is so gorgeous looking, I'd like to try it."
She ran her tongue over my ass several times, then spent some more time playfully fingering it.
"Now if you'll turn over again, dear, I'll suck you off."
It took me less time to reach orgasm than the night before. We were more accustomed to one another the second time around.
"I hope you won't mind if I make another request, Cathy dear," Melissa said after we had rested a few minutes.
"What's that, Melissa?"
"I hope you don't mind if I move into your bedroom and we start sleeping together nights. It would mean so much to me to know your body was next to mine. Understand, I don't expect to have sex with you every night, but whether we do or don't it would mean an awful lot to have your beautiful body next to mine when I'm asleep."
"Sure, Melissa."
"Another thing I'd like to clear up at this point; I don't want you to think I'm either bossing you or restricting you when it comes to the sex we have. I love you so much that it's only natural I want to do many things to you. I'm an older woman, with a son older than you, so I don't expect you to feel exactly the same way toward me. I don't want to coax you into doing things to me you might not like. Do you understand the point I'm making?"
"Yes."
"Good, because I wanted you to understand that. But remember, anytime you get an urge to do something to me, if you think you'd like to try a certain thing don't be bashful about speaking up "
"All right, Melissa."
"I guess I'd better turn out the light so we can get to sleep. After all, we've got church to go to tomorrow."
Melissa's sexual appetite was gargantuan, a fact that was to become more clear each passing week. I didn't obtain great satisfaction having sex with Melissa. Guilt feelings also began to plague me more noticeably as involvement with Melissa became more pronounced. I hungrily desired the body of a man, but found my energies frequently drained, from satisfying Melissa's demands. One afternoon at school I ran Into Billy Bergholz between classes.
"Hi, Cathy, long time no see," he began, flashing his mischievous smile.
"How are you, Billy?"
"Frank and I were talking about you last night."
"Not all bad I hope," I laughed.
"You know better'n that. I heard about you moving out of the Bronson place. Bet you're glad."
"Am I ever!"
"I know what you mean. What a bunch of creeps. Why, every time I run into one of 'em they gape at me like I was the devil himself."
"That's exactly who they think you are."
Billy laughed. "I guess it figures. They're just jealous because I'm not afraid to do things they'd love to do but don't have the guts to."
"So true."
"Hey Cathy, you doing anything this afternoon?"
"Not that I know of."
"Why don't you let me give you a lift over to my place so we can fuck around," Billy suggested. "It's been a long time, Cathy, too long to suit me."
"I'd love to, Billy. See you out front after school. I've gotta hurry now to history class."
Billy winked. "Have fun. My next class is sex adjustment and how to find the ideal mate."
I enjoyed the ride to Billy's. It felt good once more to feel his hand stroke my bare leg. It made me even itchier for his cock.
"You really made a big hit with my brother, Frank," Billy said in an amused tone, the breeze blowing in his red hair.
"He's really a cute kid. I don't usually warm up to a younger guy the way I did to him."
"He said that next time you come over he wants to get in on the whole thing, from start to finish."
"And what did you say?"
"I said I'd think about it."
Frank was watching television when we arrived at Billy's. "Cathy, you're back!" he cried after catching his first glimpse of me walking in the door. He jumped out of his chair, turned the television off, ran over toward me and threw his arms around my shoulders. "It's great to have you back."
"Hey, easy now, tiger," Billy teased.
"What do you say, Billy, the folks are gone so why don't you let me join in all the way today?" His eyes shifted to me. "What do you say, Cathy? Wouldn't fucking be more fun with all three of I us?"
I laughed. "That sounds like a good idea. What do you say, Billy?"
Billy slapped Frank playfully on the ass. "You win. Just make sure you lock both doors before coming in the bedroom."
"Sure, Billy," Frank said triumphantly.
Frank looked surprisingly good when he stripped down naked. I expected him to be gangly as many young boys are. Instead there was a solid trimness about him I admired. The shape of his ass particularly intrigued me. The sight of two naked cocks got me instantly hot, and I was grateful that Melissa hadn't drained me the night before.
Billy pulled me down on the bed and began sucking my cunt while Frank was fingering my ass. I loved the two-way sensation I was receiving. After satisfying himself fingering my ass, Frank decided to go inside it with his tongue and suck. It was the first double suck I'd ever had and it sent me into ecstasy. While my cunt tingled to the touch of Billy's tongue, my ass tingled from Frank's spirited sucking.
The sensation drove me to new heights as my body sensually gyrated with their motions. "Oh suck, suck, suck, suck," I panted, climaxing seconds later.
"That was great, Cathy," Billy said, "you really gave me a good load."
"Can I suck your cunt for a while, Cathy?" Frank asked.
"Why don't we reverse positions, Billy, so you can suck my ass a while and Frank can tongue my cunt."
"Coming right up," Billy agreed.
Frank displayed great improvement from our last gathering. I preferred his technique to that of his older brother. Billy's motions were faster and more slipshod, while Frank applied his tongue in a slower, more thorough manner which gave me greater sensation. It took me a little longer to shoot this time, and although the load was substantially lighter than my first, Frank was still appreciative.
"Doesn't Cathy make good eating, Billy?" Frank smiled.
"Best lunch I ever tasted," Billy replied.
"I've got a swell idea for an encore," I said.
"You've gotta watch out for Cathy's encores," Billy chuckled.
"Well, Billy, you go get a rubber and stick your dick up my box," I suggested. "And while you're doing that I can be going down on Frank's beautiful long cock."
"Sounds great, Billy," Frank said quickly.
Billy went over to a dresser drawer, pulled out a rubber and pulled it over his stiff cock.
While Billy was busily driving his rubber-coated cock into me, I was sucking Frank. Frank must have been extra hot, coming moments after I stuffed his cock into my mouth. Billy wasn't too far behind, and came quickly too. After that we relaxed for a few minutes.
"What're we gonna do now?" Frank asked eventually.
"That brother of yours is a real go-getter, Billy," I laughed. "But it's about time for me to be getting on home."
"Okay, let's get dressed and I'll give you a lift," Billy said. He fingered my hole for a minute or two, and then we all got dressed.
Luckily, Melissa didn't make any sex overtures that night as we turned in, except to plant a few kisses on my lips. It was a good thing for me, tired as I was.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next two weeks, Melissa's concern shifted to her son, Barry, who called from New York to reveal that his marriage was breaking up. The couple had two young children of whom his wife was demanding custody. Barry was 28 and I got to talk to him briefly on the phone. I was impressed by the resonant ring of his voice, although he was downhearted about his marriage collapse at the time we talked. One night Melissa received a second call.
"That was Barry," she told me upon hanging up the phone.
"How is he?" I asked with concern.
"He says he needs a rest. She got custody of the kids. On top of everything else, the pace at work is starting to get to him too. So I suggested he come here and spend a few weeks with us."
"Is he going to?"
"He said he could get two weeks off. He'll be here Sunday."
"Gee, that's great," I said happily. "I've heard so much about him."
Barry was due late Sunday afternoon, so we drove to the airport to pick him up. Barry was more than I expected. Wearing a perfectly-fitting brown suit, his cosmopolitan handsomeness bowled me over on the spot. He had curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, along with an air of assurance that befitted the Madison Avenue junior executive position he held. The impact Barry registered on me stemmed in part from his physical attractiveness, and from the dignified demeanor of the well-bred educated city man he represented to me so impressively. He was the first man of this sophisticated breed whom I'd ever met up to that time.
My good looks made an immediate impression on him. I was wearing my bright red dress, which contrasted favorably with my blonde hair and fair skin. As Melissa introduced us we exchanged one of those brief yet significant looks that pass between a man and woman who feel genuine attraction for one another. It went unnoticed by Melissa.
That night after dinner Melissa suggested I turn in. "You've got school tomorrow, and besides I'd like to talk to Barry a little while in private."
"I understand," I answered. "Good night, Melissa, Barry."
As I left the dining room I saw Melissa walk to the cupboard where she kept the gin, remove a full bottle and carry it over to the table where she and Barry were sitting. I was tired from the ordeal of the big day and it took me little time to get to sleep. I awakened several hours later, hearing murmurs and voices coming from the previously unused bedroom Melissa had fixed for Barry. I looked up at the wall clock and saw it was one o'clock. The light was on in the room and I decided to eavesdrop. I tiptoed down the hall and peered into the room through a crack in the door.
"Oh, give me more, give me more," Barry panted. He was lying on his back, naked, while Melissa, fully clothed, pumped her mouth up and down on his cock. My first reaction was shock, but after that wore off I felt a longing desire to suck on Barry's cock too. My body began to vibrate with passion as I looked at Barry's hot naked body.
"Pour it to me, make me shoot," Barry said to Melissa in tones so sexy I almost yielded to desire and entered the room.
Melissa speeded up her movements, stroking up and down on his long cock with her hand as well as her mouth.
"I'm almost there, almost there, keep sucking, keep sucking," Barry gasped.
He finally shot. After eagerly digesting all of Barry's load, Melissa, wearing a smile of gratitude, threw her arms around his naked hips.
Not wishing to be detected, I tiptoed back to ray room. My passions had been aroused by the sight of Barry's cock and ass and I badly needed sex. I lay in bed and diddled myself to climax, my thoughts transfixed on an image of Barry's nude body.
Barry and I became better acquainted in the next few days. He was fascinating to talk to, particularly when he recounted his many adventures in the New York advertising world. We were attracted to one another but had no way of satisfying our desires. Melissa was constantly with us s and we were only too well aware that anything more than the mildest perfunctory kiss between us would anger her. We were fortunate in one respect, that Melissa did not recognize there were currents of sexual attraction flowing between Barry and me. If she knew, she would have been more closely on guard against us.
It was on a warm Saturday afternoon that Barry and I had our first opportunity to spend some time alone. Melissa was just beginning dinner and Barry had just finished watching a baseball game on television.
Finishing a can of beer, Barry stretched his arms and yawned restlessly. "I'm tired of sitting around. I could use a little exercise."
"Why don't you take a walk, dear," Melissa suggested. "Dinner won't be ready for another hour anyway."
"It's really nice over by the stream this time of the year, Barry," I said.
"I don't want to walk by myself," Barry replied.
"Cathy'll go with you, won't you, honey?" Melissa said. "She's just been sitting around and could use the exercise too."
My eyes met Barry's. "That would be fine with me," I agreed.
Melissa smiled. "Good. I want you and Barry to get to know each other. After all, we're one big happy family."
I felt exuberant in the warm late afternoon air as Barry and I walked out the back door, strolling toward the stream. After we had walked a while Barry took ray hand in his, sending sparks through me.
"I was just thinking," Barry said.
"About what, Barry?"
"About how developed you are for a girl your age. I mean, I wish I'd known somebody like you during my high school days. In my class, most of .the girls acted like a bunch of laughing hyenas."
"I'll bet you've known lots of beautiful girls in New York, though."
Barry smiled. "Known, yes, but not intimately. Between my wife, or rather ex-wife, and business demands there was never much time for extra sex. Pity too, because in my line of work I got to meet a lot of models."
"Gosh, I bet it would be great to be a model in New York. I'd sure like it."
"You aren't the fashion model type," Barry said realistically. "They want them tall and extra thin. You're tall but stacked, too stacked for them. But I bet you'd make one hell of a swim suit model."
"Do you really think so, Barry?" I beamed broadly.
He threw his arms around me. "Baby, I know so. I know a girl that's built, when I see her."
"It always makes me feel so good talking to you, Barry."
Barry gripped my arm. "Let's stop walking a minute, Cathy." He pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. "This was what I wanted to do the moment I laid eyes on you."
I returned the kiss. "And this was what I wanted to do to you."
"I'd like to go lots farther with you, Cathy. I'd like to eat your cunt."
"Why not right now! In the bushes."
"No, honey, that'd be taking too much of a chance. I'd like to do it where we could take our time and not worry about being seen."
"Then when?" I asked impatiently.
He snapped his fingers. "What's the matter with me? I heard Mother on the phone today telling some gal she'd see her Wednesday night. Said something about a bridge club meeting."
"That's right," I excitedly confirmed. "She does go to a bridge club meeting every other Wednesday night. So she'll be gone."
"That ought to give us a chance for some fancy fucking," Barry laughed.
"It sure will."
We sealed our agreement with a long French MSB, then walked back to the house for dinner.
The days passed and Wednesday night finally arrived.
"I'll see you kids later," Melissa said upon preparing to leave for her bridge meeting. "And you make sure, young lady, that you finish your homework before you start reading or watching television."
"I will."
"And you help her with it, Barry. I mean if she has a problem that needs your help."
"I'll do that, Mother," Barry agreed. "I've been giving her a hand on her math."
"I know you have, and that's been sweet of you. Keep up the good work. Good night now."
We sat in silence until we heard Melissa drive off. Then we burst out in unrestrained laughter.
"Now to give you a hand on your math," Barry chuckled, placing a hand on my ass.
I put my own hand on Barry's erect cock. "You've got a little math problem yourself!"
He walked over to the cupboard and produced a bottle of gin. "She ever give you any of this stuff, Cathy?"
"No."
"What a pity. Well, I'll give you some." He poured himself a large glass and a small one for me. Barry raised his glass and clinked it against mine. "Cheers to a beautiful gal."
"Thanks, Barry." I took my first taste and made a face.
"Takes a little getting used to," Barry chuckled. "How do you like living here with Melissa?"
"I like it fine. It's sure better than that other place I used to live in."
"Mother was telling me about that. It was good you got away from there. You know Cathy, you remind me of my wife, Lois. I mean, damn it, my ex-wife."
"I'll bet she's pretty."
"Oh yeah, but I didn't mean in looks," Barry corrected. "I meant more in build. How tall are you?"
"I'm 5-8."
"Then you're a little taller than I thought. She's 5-6, but she's got legs like yours, real gorgeous legs. I'll never forget how I met her. I was a junior in college. I'd just turned 21 and some fraternity buddies and me were cutting up one Saturday night after we'd won a big football game. One of them suggested we try this little club in town. Said they had a belly dancer that was really something special. We got inside and my eyes caught this chick right away, giving her belly and ass a real workout in this real wild dance."
Barry paused to take a long sip from his glass. "My cock got so hard so fast I thought it was gonna fly clear out of my pants. The longer she shook up there on that tiny stage the harder my cock got. Then she shook her way over to where my buddies and I were sitting and pushed that fantastic ass practically into our faces. Seeing the beautiful wiggling ass and gorgeous legs in motion at the same time, almost in my lap, was just too much for me to take, so I shot a full load right into my pants. Didn't have to stroke my cock or anything. It just came, zowie."
"She must have really excited you."
"I told myself right then and there that someday I was gonna get my tongue into that beautiful cunt, and I finally did. Got to know her real well. We were married just a few weeks before I graduated, and the first kid came along two months later. It's a funny thing, but seeing her wiggling her ass made me hot to get my tongue into her. That was the thing I wanted to do. I thought I'd die of excitement the first time I got to do it. And that was the one thing I wanted to keep doing to her over and over. Oh, I mean I fucked her in the cunt too. Naturally, we got two kids out of the deal. But the thing I really dug was shoving my tongue up her cunt. I wonder if I got this sucking desire from Mother. She's always liked sucking better than anything. As a matter of fact, I think that's why Father's heart got so bad. Mother couldn't ever seem to get enough."
He walked over and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "The thing I like about you, Cathy, is your look of innocence. Lois' face always had a hard kind of knocked-around look. But you're different. I told her not to go back to belly dancing after we moved to New York, but she wouldn't listen to me. Said I was tied up with my work so much, and she needed something to do. Well, she found something to do all right, and divorced me to marry the guy that ran the club where she was working. Funny thing, I couldn't get my mind off her for a long time, till I met you."
I loved hearing him say that. I stroked his cock with special tenderness.
He moaned with passion. "Let's go to my bedroom," he said.
We undressed silently.
We heated our passions with a lengthy exchange of French kisses, during which we lovingly caressed every inch of each other's ass.
"Now get down on all fours, baby," Barry said abruptly after breaking a clinch. "That's it, and lower that ass � oh, what a lovely ass � into my face so I can suck you out. Great, baby, now you go down on my cock. Ooh, ah, that's it! Great, baby!"
Barry's instructions made the sex all the more stimulating. Even the sound of his voice sent goose pimples through me.
"Okay, now just glide those beautiful legs around while we're doing it," Barry requested. "And wiggle that colossal ass too. Oh, honey, you're tearing me up."
The more concentrated my gyrations, the hotter each of us got. I thought fire was going to start coming out of my cunt. The combination of his sexy body and voice caused me to shoot with little effort. I had to work on his cock a little longer before he climaxed, but when he did, the dam burst.
"I'm ready to do it some more, darling," I whispered moments later, kissing his lips.
Barry laughed. "Didn't I tell you you'd love it?"
"But it's more than the act, Barry, it's you."
He drew me to him and kissed me. "You're a bundle of sex, baby, and I love you for it. Okay, I'm ready for more of you. This time though, let's build up gradually to it by sucking around each other's asses to start with. There you go, that's the action, honey, ooh, you drive me wild."
We had another go at it, in which we both came. Barry and I were both exhausted. He suggested that we take time out for a drink. The gin didn't taste quite as bad the second time around, although I was still far from fond of the taste. Afterward, I went to bed, falling to sleep the instant my head made contact with the pillow.
Being around Barry after we'd started having sex was twice as difficult emotionally as before. Whereas my emotions had been previously tortured by unfulfilled desire, I was now tormented by wonderful recollections of our first fucking sessions and wanted more. It was just as difficult on Barry, and I hoped our feelings for each other escaped the shrewd eye of Melissa.
One evening I was awakened from a deep sleep by sounds. I opened my eyes and saw the light on in Barry's room. Stealing down the hall, I glanced through the crack in the door and there was Melissa, busily pumping up and down on Barry's cock.
"Pump, pump, pump, give it to me," Barry sighed.
Watching made my heart palpitate in desire for Barry, so I turned away and went back to bed. I was unable to get to sleep, thinking about Barry until I diddled myself to climax.
Days went by and I grew morose, wondering when Melissa might leave Barry and me alone again. I longed to feel his body next to mine, even one more time. Just when I had written off the prospect Melissa told us she was going out that evening after dinner to visit a friend who lived several miles away. She was one of the few people in the area with whom Melissa was still friendly. Barry and I looked at each other in passionate joy as she announced her intention.
"I might not be back until late, so no use waiting up for me if you want to go to bed," Melissa said as she walked out the door.
"I think maybe I'll take Melissa up on her idea about turning in early," Barry laughed after Melissa had driven off. "I'd love to go to bed. Right now!"
"It's all right only if I can join you," I said.
"Nasty girl. C'mon, let's make it."
Barry had worked himself into a frenzy of emotion. He insisted on undressing me, showering kisses on the naked portions of my body.
"You're a tiger tonight," I said.
"You bring out the tiger in any man," he countered.
Not wishing to waste any time, we were in a sixty-nine position moments after stripping.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's great," Barry sighed. "Oh, suck that cock of mine, honey, suck it off."
We triggered each other to a quick exciting climax, faster than we'd ever experienced before.
"I love you," Barry murmured softly as we caressed each other's body while kissing.
"Oh, Barry, I want more of you, more of you," I demanded.
"You'll get it, baby, you'll get it,"
"Now just what in the name of hell is going on in this damned house," Melissa's voice suddenly rang out, shocking us out of our mood of passion.
Standing in the doorway with her arms folded, Melissa's expression was murderous. Looking daggers at me, she said, "I think you'd better go to your own room and shut the door. Barry and I are going to have a private little talk."
Even with the door closed I managed to catch parts of their "private little talk." Melissa in particular could be heard, as she ranted and raved so loudly that at points I wondered if Barry had left the room and she was carrying on a noisy monologue.
"What a rotten prick you turned out to be," she shouted at Barry. "No sooner do I turn my back before you're making the scene with the little girl I adopted. I got a sneaking hunch just before I left you two might be up to something. That's why I came right back. And she's just a child, a mere child of 15. You goddamned child molester."
At one point I considered walking in the room and defending Barry but I quickly decided I'd only make matters worse if I did.
"So you can leave tomorrow, you understand, you can leave tomorrow," Melissa shouted resolutely. "You were leaving next week anyway. Now you can pull out a few days early." I heard Melissa storm into her bedroom and slam the door.
Tension was thick the following day until Melissa came into my bedroom for a heart-to-heart talk. I had gone to my room and wept the minute we arrived home after dropping Barry at the airport. My heart sank as I heard the door of my room open, fearing I would now be victimized by a Melissa tirade.
"Mind if we have a little talk, my dear," she said soothingly, running her fingers over my hair. Her quiet tone greatly surprised me.
"All right."
"I just wanted you to know that I don't hold you responsible for what happened between you and Barry," she began. "At least not in the same way I hold him responsible. He's a grown man, and should know better than to pull something like that. I taught him a man must learn to control his passions. I was at first as angry at you as I was at him, but after I got to thinking I changed my mind. You're at an impressionable age, and I guess it wasn't all that unnatural for you to respond to the advances of an attractive male. I'll overlook it this time, but the episode did teach me a valuable lesson, that I should keep you busy in wholesome activities to keep temptation away. Now take off your clothes, dear."
Melissa massaged my buttocks tenderly as she licked my cunt to climax. Then she made a first-time request. "I think it's time we expand our lovemaking. It's time for you to assume new responsibilities. You go down on me until I climax."
I didn't like the idea of going down on Melissa, but did so without any protest. She came in short order. In later sessions she ordered me to suck her ass.
Being the kept girl of a widow began to plague my mind. I searched for sex with men where and when I could find it, but ran into difficulty since Melissa was becoming as difficult on that score as the Bronson's had been. The situation with Barry had made her aware of what could happen, and she did her best to prevent any future repercussions. She recruited the services of a retired woman from an adjoining town to give me speech and drama lessons, and expressed satisfaction when I got to play one of the leads in the junior class play at school.
I had sex periodically with Billy and Frank Bergholz until Billy's June graduation, after which Billy left the area to go into the Army. I began to sneak out on Melissa as often as I could to have sex with Frank.
"I wanna taste you real bad," he confided one afternoon after a torrid kissing session.
"Great, as long as I can taste you," I replied.
"It's a deal."
The resulting sixty-nine conjured up memories of Barry when I had done it for the first time. I had grown to like Frank's bed manner. He seemed to have an instinct for detecting just how I wanted to be satisfied and was more than prepared to measure up to the task. We twisted and panted in any form of sex I wanted until we both shot. Then I had to rush back home for dinner. The double life took quite a physical toll on me whenever I'd have at it with a boy in the afternoon. Melissa's sex demands at night grew more exorbitant, until I began to feel like the hired hands she used to enjoy eating.
"I want to eat your beautiful body right down to your navel," she proclaimed that night as we turned in, with me hopefully desiring a respite following my session with Frank. I don't know how I got through it, but I did. She started by sucking my tits, then my ass, and wound up eating me until I shot. Then I had to eat her, which I did.
Frank told me during our next session that his baseball team was playing for the league championship that Saturday. I promised to watch him play in it. I was in a wildly rebellious mood the day of the game. The night before Melissa had made me do things to her as she lay naked on her back. I didn't enjoy sucking breasts that had grown slightly flabby over the years, or eating her till she had two climaxes. As I watched Frank's team I began to get sexually aroused. I found quite a few of the players attractive, and hoped Frank would introduce me to some after the game.
Frank's team won, so naturally the players were in a jubilant mood. They turned out to be as rebellious in spirit as I was. One of the older fellows suggested we all get drunk, an idea that was unanimously seconded. This same fellow said he had an uncle who worked in a liquor store in town, who would sell him liquor. Next thing we knew we were off to town in an old beat up convertible one of the guys owned. He had no problem getting the liquor. As we got drunk we went on a wild ride through the country, driving at top speeds. Different people took turns at the wheel. At one point I even took over, despite the fact I hadn't the faintest idea how to drive. I promptly drove the car off the road and into a stack of hay, leaving everyone laughing, except for the farmer whose hay we ran into. He cussed us out and threatened to call the police as we drove away laughing. I loved being the only girl in a car filled with five wild young men. The drunker I got the more rebellious I became. The guys started out doing a little innocent necking with me, but before long were grabbing feels of my tits.
"I dare you guys to drive over to my place," I shouted, "and I'll show you what real fun's like. Just the six of us alone in the barn."
"I told you guys what a swinging chick Cathy was," Frank said.
Melissa wasn't at home when we arrived. She had told me she wouldn't be back until evening. It was my hope she would catch us in the act, as she had Barry and me, so we could have an angry confrontation. We entered the barn and I turned on the lights. Frank, who knew me far more intimately than his four teammates, grabbed me and began passionately Frenching.
"That's not the part of you I want, Frank baby," I reprimanded, pulling him off and backing away. "I want your cocks, understand? I want all your cocks, every one of you!"
The boys all unzipped. All but two of them were hard, in spite of all the liquor they'd had, and I was determined to pump life into those two.
"Just stand side by side, that's it," I commanded. They looked like a police lineup of exposed cocks. Back and forth I proceeded, sucking on each of those cocks, playing with their balls, and dividing my attentions equally among all. "I'm gonna squeeze the juice out of all you studs, if we have to stay here all night."
I devoted special attention to the two guys who had trouble getting hard, trying my sensual device trick of fingering their assholes. Much to my delight and theirs, they soon blossomed hard-ons. Frank was the first member of the group to go off. Then the fellow that suggested we get drunk came. It was two down and three to go as I worked with tremendous zeal. As I'd suck one guy the others would play with their own cocks, getting me hotter. I got so excited I shot once myself, but that slowed me down for only a moment.
"What in the name of � get the hell out of here, you sons of bitches, get out," I heard Melissa scream hysterically after opening the barn door to investigate.
"Let's scram, guys," one of the older boys yelled. They made a quick exit out the side door, jumped into the car and sped off.
"Good night guys, thank you for a good time," I shouted defiantly out the window as they dashed away. "Maybe we can do it again soon."
"You little bitch," Melissa screamed, slapping me in the face.
"What's the matter, Melissa, can't you stand a little competition?"
She slapped me again, this one carrying sufficient wallop to send me sprawling against the wall and then to the ground. I rubbed my lip and found it was bleeding. "Don't ever talk to me like that again, ever. Understand?"
"If you want to know the truth, Melissa, I wanted Barry from the minute I saw him. The whole thing was more my fault than his."
"Get in the house. We'll talk there."
Never had I seen Melissa lose her composure as she did that night. She would tug nervously at her handkerchief, shake her head, then pace the floor. Her argument, as she gave it, was that she had always hoped I would amount to something, but now she felt that the Bronson's had been right in holding such a low opinion of me. She voiced one possible solution toward directing me on the right road.
"You've decided one thing for me today," she stormed, stalking back and forth across the room. "You're going to spend your senior year at an all girls' boarding school."
"You mean so I can maybe meet some more of your land," I stormed.
Melissa's face flushed and her jaw hung limply. This time she didn't resort to violence. "You bitch, you terrible little cunt. Go to your room now, but I'm not through with you. I want to talk to you in the morning!"
Melissa didn't know I wouldn't be there in the morning. It's hard to say exactly when the impulse of running away from home hit me. It was a gradual thing that continued to build, like me when I'm good and hot. I lay awake for hours trying to decide on a strategy. At first I thought of writing a letter, but decided against that. I didn't want to arm Melissa with any kind of evidence to use against me. I considered taking all the money I could find in the house with me. I rejected that idea on several counts.
First, no matter how much I might hate Melissa, she had rescued me from the Bronson's and provided me many happy moments. I therefore didn't want to steal from her. A more selfish reason why I decided against taking money was that Melissa's anger would subside in time if I took nothing with me other than the clothes I was wearing, whereas she might launch a vengeful search to find me if I intensified her anger.
Melissa was sound asleep when I walked softly out the door. It was three in the morning and the old dirt road was completely deserted. The only. sounds that could be heard were crickets chirping, along with the occasional bark of a farm dog in the distance. Just as I had reached the point where the dirt road met the main highway to town, I spotted a light in the distance. As it moved closer I could see it was a truck. Much as my better judgment dictated otherwise, I stuck out my thumb, squinting my eyes as the truck's bright lights shone directly into them.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hi, need a lift?" the driver called, pulling the truck to a halt.
I opened the door and entered. "Thanks, I really appreciate this a lot."
"Don't mention it. I'm always happy to do things for pretty girls."
The driver, who introduced himself as Don, was a dark, beetle-browed man who appeared to be in his 50's. Stocky, with a noticeable paunch, he was in dire need of a shave, which accentuated his already grizzly look. Don had a cigar in his mouth, which he alternately smoked and chomped.
"Yeah, got a wife and four kids at home," Don confided, "great wife. Great family. Got a girl just a shade younger'n you."
His strong family ties, however, didn't stop him from getting cozy with me. He started by patting me on the arm a few times. Then, after researching my legs and liking what he saw, he started rubbing his leg against mine, and finally began stroking my thighs.
"Goin' all the way to Chicago," he chuckled, "and I'd just love to have you. as company,"
Had he been less repulsive I might have accepted his offer. I couldn't stand anything about him � his smelly cigar, sinister grin or his conversation. I quickly deduced I'd find plenty more of the same if I tried to make it any considerable distance by thumb. He pulled into the main street of town and stopped in front of the community's only all night restaurant.
"A man sure works up a powerful appetite drivin' a truck," Don said, slapping his paunch for emphasis. "How's about you and me grabbin' a bite ... of breakfast?"
"Thanks, Don, but I decided to change my plans," I answered. "Think I'll stop off here a while and visit my aunt."
"I'll be damned," Don said in surprise as he watched me get out of the truck and walk down the street.
As I walked I attempted to collect my thoughts. I couldn't stay long in town, where I was sure to be recognized if I remained. I wanted to travel a long distance, to another part of the country, but had no money. Thumbing my way was out of the question, as Don so aptly illustrated. An idea finally hit. I decided to offer my services working for a day somewhere in town, to make enough to grab a bus to another city, where I'd be safer. Then I remembered it was Sunday, a day practically everything was closed. I recalled that Tommy's dad kept his restaurant open on Sunday.
Working in a restaurant would also take care of my food problems. I was getting awfully hungry, not having eaten since the previous afternoon. I was also nursing a hangover from my drinking bout with the boys. My hair was mussed up and I had circles under my eyes. I never liked looking anything less than my best, but at the moment all I hoped to do was to get a one-day job washing dishes. It had to be washing dishes, otherwise I might get spotted by someone I knew. I whiled away my time just walking until the restaurant opened at six.
The streets were still deserted as I approached the restaurant. The light was on and a man in an apron was busy making doughnuts. I asked to see the man in charge, knowing all the while I was talking to Phil, Tommy's father. His likeness to Tommy amazed me. He was just about what I'd expect Tommy would look like in his forties. I told him a hard luck story, about how I'd gotten stranded by a female traveling friend my own age; and that my mother was counting on me getting back to New York City to go to work in a play. I put on quite a performance, shedding a few tears in the process.
"What's your name, honey?" he asked sympathetically.
"Mona."
"Well, Mona, we hardly have any need for an extra dishwasher today. It's always pretty slow on Sunday. Tell you what though, why don't you let me fix you some breakfast."
"That would be great."
Phil fixed me whopping portions of bacon, eggs and hash browns which I eagerly ate. After I finished Phil called me to the back of the restaurant.
"I called you in here because I wanted to talk to you in private," he began. "Mona, I �I don't know how you're gonna take this, but I've got somethin' I must ask you. Just one thing, please don't be offended."
"What's that?"
"I � well, you're a very beautiful young girl and I need a fuck, need it bad. There'd be � there'd be fifty bucks in it for you."
"When do we start?" I answered excitedly.
Memories of Tommy were rekindled as we drove down the same battered road I used to ride with him. "There's a little shack out here I've had for years that we'll use," Phil related, causing my heart to sink. "My boy, Tommy, he's about your age, I let him use it when he was in high school and had girls he got hot about. Told me he used to pretend it was an old abandoned place he happened to find. Kid finally knocked up a gal at college. They've got two kids now."
The old shack looked the same as it had the last time I was there with Tommy. "I really appreciate this, Mona," Phil said as he took off his shirt. "My wife's been sick, been confined to bed most of the time. And I don't wanna risk gettin' involved with any of these little sluts in town. It would cost me. But this is perfect, and am I ready for it!"
"I'm ready for it too."
"No need to worry about how I fuck you. Wife and I had four kids the first six years we were married, so I got myself fixed," Phil revealed, dropping his pants and showing me his cock. "Makes it a lot safer all the way around."
A chill came over me as I examined Phil in the nude. The face and build were identical to Tommy. "I like that sweet ass," he murmured, maneuvering me on to the bed.
Phil started by kissing my lips and fingering my ass. "Lie down, Mona, lie down," he whispered. Guiding me on my stomach he sucked my ass. Then he turned me over and pumped his rod in my cunt. I loved it and so did he. We began to sweat and sigh, while Phil slapped my ass playfully. I took my hand and ran it around his hair.
"Now I go down on you," Phil chuckled lewdly, licking my box with great fervor. I got so excited I started bouncing my body up and down, while I began fingering his ass.
After I came, Phil started sucking my breasts, then my ass again. He pumped his cock into my cunt once more. He was a tiger in bed. Both of us were physically and emotionally spent by the time our session ended.
"What a beautiful piece of ass you are," Phil complimented, caressing my tits.
I received a pleasant surprise when we returned to the restaurant. "Honey, you were so great I want. to give you an extra twenty-five. Here's seventy-five bucks!"
I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Phil. You're a perfect doll."
"That oughta give you enough to get to New York on. I'll drive you to the bus station."
I got a bus out of town an hour later, but not for New York. This one was headed for Hollywood.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Impulse motivated me to Hollywood. The drama lessons I'd taken, and movies I'd seen, instilled a desire to try acting. I had also heard that Hollywood was a place where a beautiful girl could get ahead on her ass, if nothing else.
I had just enough money left when I arrived in Hollywood to take a small room in an old apartment overlooking the Sunset Strip. One of the girls who lived there was Shelly, a cocktail waitress in a small bar. She suggested I get some phony identification proving I was 21. That would enable me to get a job in a cocktail lounge. I hoped I would then be able to make contacts to start a show business career.
"I'd try some night clubs, some big places," Shelly suggested. "With your looks and that firecracker figure, those gorgeous legs and boobs, you're bound to turn the guys on. That's how you get in. By the way, darling, why don't you make yourself comfortable and let me fix you a drink?"
"Thanks, Shelly, but I've gotta be going. Thank you for the advice."
I tried some of the bigger places on Sunset, as Shelly suggested, and got a nibble at the third one I tried. The proprietor explained he was booked solid and couldn't add another girl with business at its present level. However, he put in a call to a friend, Jerry White, who ran a sophisticated burlesque club on La Cienega. I arrived as Jerry was watching a few girls go through their paces.
"That's it, Terry, grind that beautiful ass out, but with that subtle little seductive motion," Jerry smiled. "Remember, you ain't on the Main Street circuit now, baby. Time it with the beat of the drummer. Beautiful, beautiful, you got me jackin' off right now. And let those beautiful boobs show up too. Atta girl, Terry, I mean really throw 'em out, right at that guy that's gonna be sittin' at that first table. Make him think he's nibblin' on 'em, give him a thrill. He's paying plenty for it and he wants to forget about the fat-assed wife for a while. Okay, great, that's all for now, honey. Just do it that way tonight, baby, and those horny guys'll piss their pants."
Terry, a flaming redhead, maneuvered her perfectly contoured body toward our table, wiggling her ass seductively as she walked. The members of the band eyed her every movement. Her bright red costume matched her hair, as did her shoes. The costume was divided into two segments to reveal as much of her rich alabaster skin as possible. The costume was made of lace, one part fitting snugly over her well rounded ass and the other around her firm protuberant tits.
As she reached the table, Jerry rose and kissed her on the cheek, running his hands invitingly over the firm curves of her buttocks and down a trim, alabaster thigh. "Terry, baby, you're great," he oozed.
"Thanks, honey," she laughed, showing even white teeth and a sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh, Terry, this is � what'd you say your name was, honey?" Jerry said apologetically, looking at me.
"Mona � Mona Combs," I said hesitantly, trying to adjust quickly to my new name.
"Yeah, that's right ... Mona," Jerry continued. "Mona, this is Terry Mills, Terry, this is Mona Combs."
Terry's face lit up in a smile as she looked at me, studying me silently for an uncomfortably long moment. "Hello, honey, nice meeting you," she finally said graciously, extending her right hand.
"Terry here's our number one attraction right now," Jerry enthusiastically explained, "and I think you can easily see why. Mona's here to talk to me about a job, honey."
Terry studied me for another long moment before replying. "From the looks of things she's got what it takes. As a matter of fact, I'd snatch her up right now if I were you, Jerry, before some dirty old man competitor does."
"Thank you," I laughed.
"Nice meeting you, honey," she concluded, patting my arm affectionately and jostling her buttocks seductively as she walked toward the dressing room. A tingling undercurrent of sexual excitement ran through me as I watched her depart, a current that I attempted to dismiss in my mind by pretending it didn't exist. Just as Terry reached the dressing room door she turned and faced my direction. Seeing that I was watching her, she smiled sweetly.
"She's quite a girl," Jerry sighed. Then he turned back to me. "But about you. You ever done this kind of work before?"
"I've taken dancing lessons," I replied.
Jerry burst out laughing. "Being a ballerina ain't the number one requirement, honey. These guys pay a buck and a half a drink plus cover because the broads make them feel it in the cock and balls, not for any dancing talent." He paused reflectively, looking at my legs. "Like Terry said, you might do just nice, but let's find out for sure. C'mon with me, honey."
I followed him down the elegantly decorated room to a green carpeted stairway which led to a second floor room. "Mr. White, Private" a sign proclaimed. Extracting a key from his pocket, he opened the door, holding it open and motioning me to enter first.
"I like complete privacy in here when I talk business," he said upon entering the room, locking the door. He turned on the light. The room was impressively furnished, with a large mahogany desk and luxurious red lounging chairs. One corner of the room contained an attractive bar, while a long red upholstered couch rested in another corner. The knotty pine walls were covered with autographed pictures of girls who worked under him, as well as a few leading film personalities. The one that particularly caught my eye was a large color shot of Terry in a red bikini, wearing a mischievous smile and leaning forward to display her tits. "To my beautiful lover boy Jerry, always, Terry" it was inscribed.
Jerry walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink. He took a long sip before resuming conversation. "Okay, baby, since what I'm sellin' the public is lots of beautiful skin with the right curves to match, just take off that dress and let's see whatchagot."
"Now wait a minute, Jerry," my voice rose, "just what are you trying to get me to do?"
"Look, kid, if you're too embarrassed to do it in here with me, how good will you be doin' it for a livin' in front of a lot of strange men, hmm? This is my way of doin' things, and if it ain't good enough for you then it's good bye, baby. I'm a busy man, so you get the point?"
I nodded, promptly stripping down to panties and bra. Fortunately I had acquired plenty of rest plus a California tan which enhanced my skin texture to a rich golden brown. Shelly had suggested sunning myself and she'd been kind enough to lend me one of her bathing suits. It paid off, producing an immediate glow in Jerry White's eyes.
"Okay, now just walk up and down the room a couple times," Jerry said.
I glided my bare feet gracefully over the thick red carpet, emulating as closely as possible high fashion models I had seen on television.
"Great, great, that's just great," Jerry enthused. "Now walk over here and stand in front of me. That's it." He reached inside my bra and slid his hands around my breasts. "Umm, good-sized knockers. How big, baby?"
"They're 38's."
"I'll be damned! Terry's 39. You're put together a lot like she is. About her height too."
"I'm 5-8."
"Uh huh, just about what I thought," Jerry nodded knowingly. "The rest of you looks okay too." He ran fingers over my buttocks. "How do you measure up in the waist and legs?"
"I'm 38-22-37."
"Yeah, that's about what I guessed when you came in the door. I'm usually pretty close." He leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips, running one of his hands over my tits. "Nice tight skin, just as firm as Terry's." He released me and walked over to the couch. Pushing a switch, it collapsed into a bed. "Come over here, Mona, honey. You passed the interview, so now you're ready to audition. You read me?"
"Loud and clear," I purred.
I strutted over to the couch and Jerry immediately removed my bra and panties. We exchanged a couple of lengthy tongue kisses.
"You're doin' just fine, Mona. Now just lie on your stomach, like old uncle Jerry tells you."
I barely had time to do as told before he pulled off his trousers and shorts and pounced on the bed.
"Welcome to the beautiful land of sodomy, sweetheart," he bellowed cheerfully. He jabbed his gigantic cock between my legs and pushed forward in quick violent motions into my asshole.
"Oooh, oww, ooh," I screamed, my ass throbbing with pain.
"Damn but you're tight in there," Jerry gasped. "How often you get it in the ass?"
"This is my first time," I moaned painfully.
"Good lord, girl," Jerry said incredulously, "you must be new in town."
He went back to pumping cock in ass, with me emitting loud groans to match his movements.
"Good thing these fuckin' walls are soundproof. After a while you'll like this, honey. I'm gonna make you love it."
Before he finished I did, pain and all. Just as my grunts were becoming less frequent he stopped suddenly, removing his cock and getting up from the couch, toweling off his rod.
"So far so good, baby, so far you're passin' with flying colors," Jerry panted encouragingly. "You can get up now."
Jerry moved over to the bar, fixed himself a second drink and sprawled out in one of the red lounging chairs. He looked comical in his half dressed state, still wearing his brown sport shirt with two fountain pens fastened securely to the front pocket but completely nude from the waist down. The gigantic cock had retained its erectness.
"Ahh, this is the life," he yawned, taking a sip from his drink, leaning back and pushing a switch. Jerry's body vibrated as the chair emitted a whirring sound. "Okay, baby, second act curtain. While my body's gettin" a nice massage I want you to bend over and give my old cock a little workout."
I went up and down on his enormous prick to the purring accompaniment of the lounge chair. "Suck out all the beautiful juices, honey. There's plenty there for you. Just take your time and let nature take its course. Oooh, eey, that's it, darling. You're learning."
It didn't take much effort to bring Jerry off. After I'd swallowed his good load he pulled another switch on the chair, shutting off the electricity.
"What can I get you to drink?" he asked, rising from the chair and walking to the bar.
"Oh, I don't know," I shrugged indifferently, "whatever you're having."
"Bourbon and water?"
"Thank you."
He fixed me my drink, freshening his own. "Yep, you passed my two part exam with flying colors." Jerry handed me my drink, which I sipped carefully, finding the taste abominable.
"Two part exam?" I questioned.
He nodded. "Umm, hmm, first part ass." He patted my bare ass for emphasis. "You couldn't help pass that one, you got as great an ass as any I ever seen or screwed, exceptin' Terry. Second part tongue." He ran his forefinger around the edge of my tongue. "And you proved you're a real pro there too. As good a blow job as I usually get in a high-class whorehouse from a real head job expert." Jerry paused a moment, peering reflectively into his glass. "So you ready to go work, Mona?"
"Just give me the word," I bubbled.
"And how much do you think you're worth?" Jerry smiled.
"I, well ... uh, I guess $60 a week would be okay to start," I said cautiously.
My answer prompted him to slap his knee and burst out in uncontrollable laughter. "I've never started a girl at less than a hundred. You're good for a hundred and a quarter to start. The rest's up to you. The more expert you get to be at teasin' them dirty men's cocks the better draw you'll be. The better draw, the higher the pay. Simple as that. Terry's the best draw I've ever had, and with your looks I'm figurin' you could do almost as good. Remember one other thing too. Just cause I'm a high-sexed bastard that likes good fucks don't mean I'm an easy guy to work for. I'm a hard drinker, hard fucker and hard son of a bitch boss. Read me?"
"Yes. And anything else, boss?"
"Yeah, just one thing," he said, removing his wallet from his pants, yanking out several bills. "Here's a hundred buck advance. For God's sake, get the hell out of here and get yourself a new dress. Looks like you been sleepin' in that one a week. You're lucky I took a second look at you comin' in here dressed like that, much less hirin' you. This ain't podunksville, sister, or wherever the hell you came from. You're in the big leagues now. And can the shit with this, 'boss' stuff. My name's Jerry, got it? Okay, so get the hell out of here and be back tomorrow at 12 sharp. I'm turning you over to Steve, show choreographer. He's a real pro. Just listen to him and if you got any talent at all he'll bring it out of you. The routines ain't that hard to begin with."
"Thanks a lot, Jerry, for giving me a chance like this. I really appreciate it."
He kissed me on the breasts, looked up and patted my ass. "Better get dressed now, baby. I gotta make some calls."
Shelly's door was open and she spotted me coming down the apartment hall in a new dress and shoes. "What have we here now, Miss Universe?" she chuckled, coming into the hall to greet me.
"I got a job, Shelly, a job. Just like that. Thanks for the advice. You really helped."
"That's wonderful," she beamed, throwing her arms around me and planting a kiss on my lips. It was a little too friendly a kiss to classify as sisterly, but a shade under that which would be suspicious. "Come in, come in, let's toast the newest member of Hollywood's working force." Shelly took my hand and led me into her living room. "Sit down and make yourself comfy. Excuse the mess. I was just cleaning. Hope vodka's okay with you. It's all I got."
"Thank you, Shelly, that'd be fine."
"Two of Shelly's deluxe screwdrivers comin' up," she chuckled, handing me one glass and keeping the other. "To you ... and to us."
I took a cautious sip, but was pleased to discover the orange juice improved the drink's flavor.
"So who hired you, honey? One of the places on Sunset?"
"No, a place called 'Jerry White's Frolics' over on La Cienega."
"Oh, yes," Shelly nodded knowingly. "Waitress or dancer?"
"That's the wonderful thing about it, Shelly. I got hired as a dancer, starting at $125 a week."
"I'm happy for you, baby, but be careful and listen to what big sister Shelly says. Jerry White's as hard as nails, like most of the men in this town. Don't let him get rough in the clinches with you, like he's noted for doing."
"Don't worry, Shelly, I can take care of myself. Besides, he seemed like a nice guy to me anyway."
"He's as hard as nails. Just be careful, honey, that's all I ask. After all, you're young and sweet and beautiful. I'd die if I thought this town would change you."
"Don't worry about me, Shelly. Everything's looking up," I announced confidently, getting up from the chair.
"No need to rush off," Shelly grabbed my glass. "Sorry if I sounded' like I was preaching. Don't mind me. Let me fix you another drink."
"Well maybe just a short one. I do have to turn in early. We start rehearsal tomorrow."
Shelly was a short girl, just a shade over five feet, and slight of build. There was an appealing winsomeness, however, about her. Like me, she was a blue eyed blonde.
"You remind me a lot of myself when I hit town ten years ago Mona, honey," she reminisced. "Now I'm 30 and have the memory of a bum marriage in my craw. These damned men. But you've got a helluva lot better chance of makin' it, baby. You're so beautiful and all." She got up from her chair and sat next to me on the couch, slipping her arm over mine. "I'd like to take care of you, just like an older sister would."
I moved into the corner, gulping down the rest of my drink. "I really think I've gotta be going, Shelly."
Her hand caressed my thigh. "You're so sweet. Just stick with Shelly and I'll keep you that way. You'd be surprised how much we'd find we have in common."
I jumped off the couch, more abruptly than I'd have liked. "I'm sorry Shelly, but I � ah, I'm awful tired and I've gotta rehearse tomorrow. Thanks for the drinks and advice."
A disappointed look appeared in Shelly's face, but it quickly changed to a smile. "I understand, sweetie. Let's get together soon. And lots of luck tomorrow."
Things got off to a bad start the following day. The alarm failed to go off. I woke up on time by myself, but it put me a half hour behind schedule. Downing a quick breakfast at the corner drugstore, I called a cab to take me to the club. The cab was late in arriving, causing me to show up ten minutes late.
"And just who in hell you think you are, showin' up late for rehearsal?" Jerry White thundered as I hurriedly entered the room. "They'll do it every time, every time. Give some broad a break and she screws you by bein' ten minutes late the first day. This ain't Sunday school, sweetheart. When you're late you screw up the whole show."
"I ... I'm awfully sorry Jerry," I replied softly, as Terry, four of the girls and all the musicians watched. "I ... I had to call a cab and it � it took a while to get there. I'm really sorry. I apologize to all of you."
"Cab, you took a cab," Jerry mocked. "What the fuck you takin' a cab for? Ain't you got a car?"
"No, I'm sorry but I don't."
"Oh Christ," Jerry said disgustedly, lighting a cigarette and taking a long puff, "she ain't even got a car. That's great."
"Look, Jerry, no need making a big fuss about it," Terry intervened. "I'll be glad to give her a lift when she needs it. Where do you live, honey?"
"On Clark, just a little above Sunset."
"Oh yeah," Terry nodded, "I live near Clark this side of Sunset. No big problem, Jerry. I'll give her a lift.
"The lady in waiting," Jerry said sarcastically. "Okay, Terry, baby, you give her a lift. Now for God's sake, let's get this friggin' show on the road without any more interruptions."
Jerry had a rugged, virile manner I found appealing, even when he was blowing his stack at me. Not handsome in any conventional sense, he nonetheless possessed an indefinable quality of animalism that women found sexually appealing. An ex-professional fighter, Jerry White fought his way to success as a nightclub entrepreneur by functioning at various times as whorehouse pimp, bodyguard to a notorious con who was gunned down in a gang fight, bartender and finally club manager. He had a craggy face, weather beaten from punches taken in numerous fights, sporting a broken nose and a cauliflower ear. He was average height but built like a baby bull, with broad shoulders and a neck so thick it was hard to tell where his lead left off and it began.
"Jerry's really a good guy, so don't let his barks bother you, darling," Terry assured me during a break, flashing a reassuring smile. "It's just that the show's everything to him, and us too, so he's real strict in enforcing the rules."
Steve D'Antonio, the choreographer, was a wizard at his work. It took him only minutes to work out a beginning routine for me, and I spent the rest of the rehearsal adjusting to it. We rehearsed until four, when Jerry wrapped things up.
"Think you'll be ready to open your act next week?" Terry asked, as she turned left on Santa Monica Boulevard, driving me home.
"With Steve helping me, I can't miss. He's great."
"You mean with someone like you, he can't miss," Terry said with a smile of admiration. "You've got the best attitude of any new girl he's ever had. sweetie. Don't think he doesn't know it too. He doesn't give out with one of those triumphant smiles he gave you today very often. Jerry knows it too, baby, so just keep it up."
Minutes later Terry arrived at my apartment building. "Right here, Terry, it's the place on the left."
"That ... that's where you live? Terry gasped. "Yeah, the place I call home. Thanks for the lift, and for sticking up for me."
Terry kissed me on the cheek. "You're welcome, baby, and good night. Pick you up at 11:30 tomorrow, so be ready."
The Mss, light as it was, had an effect. My mind skipped through the Melissa situation. As for Terry, I had deep admiration for her, and this must have accounted for the strange sensations I'd felt. She carried herself with more self assurance than any woman I'd ever met. Terry was all class, from the moment she arrived at rehearsal in a smartly tailored suit, to when she whirled out of the parking lot in her Pontiac convertible.
Jerry made no advances toward me during the week of intensive rehearsal. At first I was surprised, then decided it was because he was obviously enamored of Terry, and who could blame him? Terry continued driving me to and from rehearsals. The longer I knew her, the better I liked her. One afternoon when Jerry dismissed us early, I invited her to my place for a cup of coffee. She couldn't stay long since she was due at Steve's place for dinner.
They broke my act in on a Monday night. I was surprised at how smoothly things went. Before I knew it, the show had ended.
"You were superb, honey," Terry praised, squeezing my hand.
"Okay, break up the love nest, girls," Jerry said tersely, striking a match and lighting a cigar. "You can take off tonight without your riding companion, Terry. I wanna talk to her a few minutes."
"Sure, Jerry," Terry nodded.
"Let's go up to the office, Mona," Jerry motioned with a turn of the head.
I didn't like the sound of his voice, and feared things hadn't gone over as well as Terry had assured me.
"Don't just stand there lookin' like a statue, dummy," Jerry fumed disgustedly after we'd entered the office and a few moments of silence had elapsed. "C'mon, get undressed." I did.
Jerry grabbed me, kissing me on the face and neck. "I could hardly stand it when you were out there tonight showin' off that beautiful ass. Every time it would grind to the beat of that drum, my overactive old cock would ache for you that much more. Let's go over to the couch."
Seconds later Jerry was fucking me in the ass. This time the pain was less apparent and the pleasure markedly greater. There was something about the strong virile thrusts of his rod that drove me into a wild frenzy.
"Turn over, baby," he ordered at one point.
"No, please, Jerry baby," I protested, I'm having such a ball this way. Keep giving it to me. I want to get your juices up my ass. I want to feel you shoot in me."
"Turn over like I said," Jerry repeated, this time impatiently, "and you'll get a big surprise."
Jerry lifted my legs, placing them on his durable shoulders for support. "Okay, doll, I'm gonna shoot some juice in your gorgeous ass, but this way we can kiss while I'm doing it."
With fluid motions, Jerry's perpetually hard cock glided in and out of my ass and I lay on my back. After getting the cock flowing rhythmically he leaned over and placed his tongue inside my mouth. We snuggled up cozily as he pumped cock and tongue simultaneously. The sensations were too much for either of us to withstand, and within moments we'd both shot.
"Get me hard again, baby. You can do it if anybody can," Jerry whispered after a moment's breather. He lay back on the couch and motioned me forward, pushing my head over his temporarily deflated cock, then wrapping his legs over my shoulders. "C'mon, harden it, sweetie, suck, suck, suck," he commanded in a low seductive tone.
A few minutes of conscientious work put Jerry back on the right track. The old cock was as hard as brick once more, and as Jerry ran his hot hands over my hair I diligently pumped away, increasing the tempo as I proceeded ever closer to making him come. He had given me immeasurable satisfaction by pumping his cock in my ass until shooting. Now I was determined to reward him by pumping until I got him in my mouth. I soon got my wish as he came with a loud sigh of ecstasy.
"You're just gettin' to be too much for me, baby," Jerry said. "You'll make an old man of me fast. But then again, I can't think of a better way to go. You can be damned sure we'll be doin' it again soon."
As Jerry drove me home I began to have misgivings over the hit I was making with my boss. Sure, it was good to be in solid. It was also gratifying to experience the love of a man like Jerry, but what bothered me was the effect my presence on the scene would make on his romance with Terry. It had been plain from the outset how he felt toward her. I didn't want to be the one to come between them, particularly because of my strong admiration for a girl who had shown me kindness.
"Why don't we stop by my place a minute," Terry suggested after the next night's show as she maneuvered her convertible down a dark deserted street. "It's on the way to your place, honey, and I'd like for you to see it. Besides, I'm kinda dry and figure we could both use a drink."
"I suppose it would be all right."
It was a fashionable high rise building just south of Sunset. Its majestic beauty was breathtaking. She parked her convertible in the spacious garage and we rode the automatic elevator to her seventh floor apartment. It was a symphony in red, tastefully furnished, spacious and elegant.
"How do you like it?" she asked casually.
"One of the most beautiful places I've ever seen."
Terry chuckled. "Take a look over here." She pulled a cord and the heavy red drapes snapped to attention, unfurling a picturesque window that revealed the blinking lights of the city. "On a clear day you can have breakfast, lunch or dinner on the patio." Another pull on the cord and the drapes were back in place.
"These carpets are red and thick like the one in Jerry's office," I said tactlessly. It was a slip, one that wouldn't have been made if I'd been more alert.
"Yes, the identical carpet," Terry remarked casually. "As a matter of fact the same guy decorated both places, an interior decorator who's a good friend of Jerry's. Jerry had him do the whole place over for me just before he moved me in. I owe so much to him, and he's not really anything at all like he acts with all the barking."
"The paintings are beautiful too," I said, observing several interesting ones on the walls.
"Thank you. Believe it or not, all the ones in the living room are mine."
"You painted them?"
Terry nodded.
"You're very talented."
"Thanks, but enough compliments for now," she chuckled. "Sit down and be comfortable. Kick off your shoes if you like. I'm gonna get into something I can relax in. Then I'll fix us drinks."
Terry emerged wearing a blue velvet robe, which remained partially open in front, revealing nothing more than her bra and panties. "I'll change into some caprice to drive you home, but for now I'd just like to relax. Besides, nobody here but us girls. Mona, honey, I told you to make yourself at home. Take off your coat. Shoes too, if you like."
Observing the unexposed portions of Terry's trim body gave me an uncomfortable feeling. I found myself sneaking glances at her.
"I guess I will." I removed the coat but left the shoes on.
"What'll it be, honey?" Terry dropped cubes into two glasses.
"Oh, anything ... bourbon and water, I guess."
"What do you know," she chuckled, "Jerry's favorite drink too."
Terry brought me my drink, then collapsed in- a chair, throwing her legs over the foot rest. "Oh, I'm beat. That dancing really wears you out. That's one reason I wanted a drink. It always seems to pep me up when I'm dragging."
"I like your apartment, Terry."
"You'll have one like it someday, honey, if that's what you want."
The drink had an immediate effect, making me slightly dizzy. "I just want to tell you how much I've appreciated everything you've done for me, Terry. Really makes me feel good to know I've got such a swell friend behind me."
"Oh, baby, if you only knew how much I'm behind you," Terry said in a low tone. She finished her drink and walked over to me, running her hands over my face. "Finish your drink, Mona, and I'll mix a couple more. Let's cut loose a little. It's good for the soul."
We had another round, then a third. My head started buzzing.
"It was foolish of me not to show you around the rest of the place," Terry said.
I took a quick glance at the bathroom, then she led me to her bedroom. "Here's a picture of who, painted by a friend of mine." Terry motioned. It was a large painting of Terry's naked body, and was prominently displayed just above the large bed. "That do anything for you?" she laughed. I turned and saw her exposed body as she pushed her robe back with her hands.
"Terry, please don't tease like that," I moaned, stepping back and losing my balance temporarily, sprawling on the bed.
"You're fighting your emotions, Mona, and that's the dirtiest trick any girl can ever play on herself." Terry removed her robe, which she draped over a small wooden chair. Next she took off her bra, then her panties, standing before me stark naked.
"Have you gone out of your mind?" I sobbed.
"Yes I have, for you,, and you feel the same thing for me. Don't you?"
"You must be crazy," I protested.
"Don't fight it." She threw herself on the bed and passionately kissed my lips.
She had forced me into a comer. The kiss, combined with the beautiful nakedness of her body next to mine and a helpful assist from the drinks, enabled me to throw off the frustrating inhibitions that had plagued me from the time I met Terry.
"I want you, Terry, I want you, I really do," I repeated with conviction.
"That's what I knew, honey," she nodded knowingly. Terry stripped me completely. "Now get up for a second and I'll unmake the bed." Though it required only seconds for Terry to throw back the covers, it seemed hours to my aroused body. I admired the beautiful firmness of her ass as I watched her undo the bed. "Okay, c'mon, snuggle right next to me."
As I anxiously got into bed with her, I thought of what Jerry White had said about the similarity of our bodies. She was just about my height, and we were put together identically.
"Oh, your body feels great on mine," I panted lustfully.
"We were made for each other."
"I want your tongue, I want your tongue," I moaned working my way inside her mouth.
"I want your boobs," she said, rolling me over on my back and sucking them. "What delicious nipples you've got. Umm, are you good!"
I ran my hand over her ass as she sucked my breasts. Then I impulsively began sucking the inside of Terry's right ear. I was wild with passion, and wanted to prove I desired every inch of her. I wrestled her over and gained top position, sucking her legs and navel. Her body excited me more than any I'd ever seen, even including Tommy's.
"Let's suck ass a little bit," Terry suggested. "That'll get us even hotter."
"I don't think I can get any hotter."
By the time Terry and I switched attention to pussy sucking, my legs were bouncing in sexual excitement. We both unloaded seconds after beginning to sixty-nine.
"Were we ever hot for each other," Terry chuckled.
"And I want more," I asserted, sucking her creamy tits.
"Whoa, hold on, why don't we save the rematch for tomorrow after we've had a little rest."
Terry went into the bathroom, returning with a towel she used to dry both of us. Then she turned off the light.
"Good night, honey, and sweet dreams," Terry said.
I fell into a deep sleep.
Terry awakened me with impatient tugs on the arm. "You gonna sleep all day? It's almost noon and I'm getting hornier by the minute looking at that naked body of yours."
I had a slight headache from the drinking ordeal of the previous night but quickly forgot it. Before I'd had more than a chance to open my eyes she was oh top of me, caressing my ass and Frenching me.
"I've got a beautiful fuck for two beautiful bodies," she promised, pressing her pussy against mine and rubbing. It brought her clitoris against mine and the sensation almost drove me out of my mind. As she glided her body slowly over mine, I picked up the tempo and the rhythm, until sweat poured from our bodies. Then we came, almost at the identical moment, and I knew I'd found the perfect partner for my sexual satisfaction.
Everything about the moment was sublime, including the sensation of our sweaty bodies together and the aroma of sex. We loved each other deeply.
"Why don't I run you over to your place and you can pick up your things," Terry surprised me by saying after we'd finished a large brunch.
"What do you mean, pick up my things?"
"So you can move in here with me."
"But, but what about Jerry? He ... he might not like it at all."
Terry laughed. "Don't you worry your pretty head one second about Jerry."
Shelly spotted Terry and me moving my clothes, and she came into the hall to investigate. "Mona, honey, you're not leaving us are you?" She gave Terry a cold stare.
"Yes I am, Shelly. I'm moving into my friend Terry's place," I said. "Terry, this is Shelly."
"Hi," Terry said, trying to be cordial.
"Hello. I'm sure it'll be a ... cozy arrangement for both of you." She closed the door in a huff.
"My, oh, my," Terry said nonchalantly.
Jerry greeted me that night just as I was preparing to go on.
"Terry tells me you two are bunk sisters now."
Fear gripped me. "Yes, Jerry, that's right."
"Well that king-sized bed of hers is big enough to fit both of you," he winked. "Glad to hear it. Be a lot easier for me to keep an eye on both of you now."
The following afternoon Terry and I were in bed fucking when I heard the sound of a key in the door.
I heard the door open, followed by footsteps heading in our direction. Through it all Terry kept sucking my tits.
"Oh, sorry to break in on you busy girls." It was Jerry, standing in the doorway wearing a broad grin. "Don't get shook, Mona. I'm not gonna report you to the manager. Just wanted to invite you gals over to the place at seven. Steve and I'll take you to dinner. Got it, Terry?"
"Right, Jerry," Terry confirmed, lifting her head from my nipples for the first time.
"Good. I won't disturb you gals no more. Bye for now."
Jerry left, and Terry and ! resumed our activities.
"We'll just have enough time to pretty ourselves for Jerry and Steve."
Jerry lived in a high rise apartment building every bit as luxurious as Terry's. Terry tried the door to his apartment. Finding it locked she reached into her purse and pulled out a key which she used to open the door.
Terry walked through the spacious living room, which could pass as an identical twin to her own, into the bedroom. I followed behind. Jerry, Steve and a man I didn't know were in bed engaged in a three way orgy. Steve was lying on his back with his arms draped around Jerry's shoulders. As Jerry's cock pounded up and down in Steve's slim ass his head bobbed as he fervently sucked Steve's cock. The stranger, a tall rangy blonde with an interesting physique, was vigorously fucking Jerry's ass. Their forward and backward movements were down to a science, blending perfectly.
"Be with you girls in a minute," Jerry said matter of factly, taking his mouth off Steve's cock long enough to say that, then returning to it.
"Suck, fuck, suck, fuck," Steve grunted, causing Jerry and the blonde fellow to speed up the tempo.
Jerry climaxed first. Abandoning Steve's ass, he concentrated on sucking as the blonde guy kept pumping away from behind.
The blonde guy and Steve shot simultaneously.
"Hi, Mort," Terry greeted the blonde as he rested on the bed with Jerry and Steve. "I want you to meet a friend of mine, Mona Combs."
"Of course, hello, Mona," he bowed graciously. "Caught your act the other night. You were great."
"Thank you," I replied.
"Mort's the interior decorator who did such a great job on Jerry's place and mine," Terry confided.
Mort smiled shyly, springing from hastily putting on his shirt, pants, socks and shoes. "Well I'll be running along now. Nice meeting you, Miss Combs." His departure was hasty.
"Crazy son of a bitch," Jerry chuckled. "Guy's still afraid of dames. Can't break that gay pattern. Take old Steve here." He patted his friend playfully on the back. "Steve was gayer'n hell when I met him. You could hardly get him even to talk to a broad. But I straightened him out."
Jerry drove us to an eating place on elegant restaurant row.
"I'm really in for it tonight," Terry confidentially whispered as Jerry slipped the parking lot attendant a tip. "This perfume I'm wearing really does something to him."
The maitre d' ushered us to a large booth in a dark, deserted corner of the huge restaurant. "Nothing like a little privacy," Jerry said. "Oh, Terry, baby, that perfume is really somethin'. How can you torture an old man like this?"
Terry gave me a knowing wink. "Glad you like it."
"You've got me real steamed up," Jerry said. "We've got a minute before he serves us soup. Give it to me, honey, right now."
In an instant Terry had wiggled underneath the table, unzipped Jerry's pants, and taken his erect rod in her hand.
"Massage it for a sec, baby," Jerry requested, "before puttin' your mouth on it."
Terry was soon sucking Jerry's cock, in smooth up and down motions as Jerry sat calmly at the table. My heart sank as the waiter made his way to our table with a plate of appetizers.
"Did the young lady have to leave, Mr. White?" the waiter asked, peering at Terry's empty chair.
"Naw, nothin' like that, Ruben," Jerry said casually. "She's off powderin' her nose and'll be back in a bit."
"Very good, sir," the waiter said, walking away.
"Ummm, Ruben knows what I like," Jerry smiled delightedly, removing a cracker from the plate and dabbing a bit of butter on it. "My favorite cracker." He took a bite. "Umm, boy, this is good. Go ahead and try one, Mona, you'll love 'em. Oh, and that's it, keep goin' down there, Terry baby, ooh, ooh, great."
Jerry proved a man of his word. He'd gotten his climax by the time soup was ready.
"Hope you girls don't mind if I direct this session," Jerry laughed as we undressed in his bedroom following a leisurely dinner and several drinks. "Maybe it's just the ham in me, Mona, but I really love it. Just ask Terry."
Everyone was steamed up in moments.
"Okay, as a starter how's about Steve fuckin' me up the ass, Mona blowin' me and Terry suckin' Mona's ass," Jerry said with all the solemnity of a composer giving instructions to the New York Philharmonic.
I timed my sucking on Jerry's cock according to Steve's forward movements in Jerry's ass and Terry's backward sucking movements in my ass as we ground out an impromptu symphony in the sheets.
"Great, great, now let's try somethin' else," Jerry said with obvious satisfaction. "Steve and I'll do each other while you chicks are suckin' our asses."
Jerry and Steve wiped off their cocks with a couple of wet towels. Then we began. Just as we all succeeded in driving ourselves to a snorting frenzy Jerry spoke up. "Okay, stop. Terrific, terrific. I think we've arrived at shootin' time. A good sixty-nine would be great. Mona, you and Steve've never done it alone. You kids take each other on. Meanwhile Terry and I'll be knockin' off a little piece."
Jerry's words sent a happy response circulating through me. Steve was short, but had a trim body that excited me. All night I'd been sneaking glances in his direction, a fact Jerry had probably observed.
Terry and Jerry used one half of the bed, while Steve and I the other. I couldn't wait to clamp my mouth on Steve's erect cock, and he apparently was every bit as anxious to suck my pussy. The stimulating movements of my mouth on his cock combined with his tongue in my pussy caused my legs and ass to gyrate wildly.
"Suck, Mona, suck; suck, baby, suck," Steve panted, "and shake that gorgeous ass, shake it."
Steve and I shot like crazy, seconds apart. As I caught my breath my eyes focused on Terry and Jerry next to us. Terry had climaxed, I could observe from the smug smile of satisfaction Jerry was wearing. Jerry came last, as could be expected since he'd shot at the dinner table.
"Had a wonderful time, girls," Jerry said, as Terry and I were leaving. "See you both tomorrow night."
Terry and I had worked up such a sweat at Jerry's we decided to shower upon arriving home. We showered together and, after a few minutes, were once more turned on by each other's nudity. We soaped each other down, caressed, and tongue kissed a few times.
"Maybe just a quick little sixty-nine, honey," Terry suggested as we climbed into bed. I got on top of her as we licked ourselves to climax. There wasn't much left in either of us.
Several days later I went to the door to answer a knock. It was early afternoon and I had some fast records on the stereo by which to exercise. Terry had gone to the beauty parlor to get her hair fixed and I was clad in my lavender blue bikini.
"Oh, hello Miss Combs, I was just ... well, I, uh, thought maybe Jerry was over here," Mort, the interior decorator mumbled. "I'm awful sorry to trouble you like this."
I had soaked up a good deal of sun in the past few days and looked my absolute best.
"How nice to see you again, Mort," I said sweetly. "No, sorry but neither Jerry nor Terry are here right now."
"Oh, well, thanks anyway, and so sorry to trouble you, Miss Combs," he said hastily, stepping back.
"No need to rush off," I said insistently, grabbing his arm, "and call me Mona. Miss Combs is too formal."
"I really must go," he said, puffing in the opposite direction.
"Nonsense, now come on in for just a minute." I pushed him inside the door and quickly slammed it shut before he was able to do anything other than register an astonished look. Forcing him against the wall, I threw my arms around him and gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips.
"Mona, what are you doing?" he gasped.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet" I was getting hotter by the second. "Just follow me, honey," I said briskly pulling him by the arm toward the sofa. I fell to my knees and unzipped his pants. Sure enough he was hard, but moaning in a panic-stricken voice all the while. I went down on him.
"How's that, honey?" I panted. "I can give it to you as good as you've had it from any man. Just sit back and enjoy it."
I made sure he got my deluxe treatment, including the tantalizing ball massage as I skillfully glided up and down on his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh," he murmured in ecstasy after relaxing into the state I'd been determined to make him reach.
I pumped, pumped and pumped and finally he released a good load in my mouth.
"Could I fix you something to drink?" I offered after Mort had regained his breath.
"No, thanks anyway, Mona, but I do have to be going," Mort smiled tenderly, radiating confidence for the first time. We walked together to the front door. "I ... I can see real easy why Terry and Jerry are both so hot for you," Mort said.
I kissed him tenderly on the cheek. "Thank you too, Mort. We'll be getting together again real soon."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The ensuing months were happy ones. I enjoyed living with Terry, who not only gave me great sex, but who also encouraged me in my career. Determined to branch out and make a success of myself, I started taking drama and voice lessons.
"You've got what it takes if you'll apply yourself," Terry encouraged.
"You should try too, Terry," I responded.
She shook her head. "I had my chance a few years ago, just before I met Jerry. One of the bigger agents in town was pushing me ... and I mean in more ways than one. The bastard was as oversexed as Jerry. Finally he managed to line me up with a good part in a Dirk Fryer picture."
"Dirk Fryer!" I said with impressed astonishment.
"Yeah, all 285 pounds of him. So my agent tells me I've got the part as long as I play ball with Dirk ... or maybe play balls is a better way to put it. Anyway, I go into his office and read a few lines out of the script. He stops me and says, 'Fine, that's good, you'll do, Now I was wondering if you could do me ... a favor.' He hands me a matchbook from some little motel out in the Valley, telling me to wait at the bar for him at 7:30 that night. I'm sitting there nursing my third drink and I look over at the clock and see it's past eight. Just as I start wondering if he's gonna show at all, in comes some bulky character with a beard, big thick glasses and a hat pulled over his eyes, just like a spy character in a movie. He walks over to me and whispers 'Let's go, Terry, just follow me.' I follow him out through the back door to a bungalow way in the back. We get inside and he's got champagne on ice and dreamy music on the stereo. I'm ready for a good fuck, but not with him. Still I figure I've got to make the most of it cause the show must go on. We start with a little necking. I haven't had so much fun since my last trip to the dentist. Then he pats my tits and strips me, telling me to relax on the bed. So there I am sipping champagne in all my sexy naked glory with the treat of my life � watching him get out of Ms clothes. Then I almost blew it a second later."
"How was that?"
"He jumps out of his pants and I get a look at his shorts. Damned if they weren't as huge as a tent, with big red polka dots. 'A baby elephant with the measles,' I think to myself, and just catch myself from laughing out loud. So there he is stripped, bald head shining in the dim light, asking me to blow him. He sprawls out on the bed and I go down on the pudgy cock that's rounder'n it is long. He comes a little after a while. Then he asks me to blow him up again. I do it, and he tells me to lie down on my stomach. He wants to play fuck-ass only it's not play for me. He almost crushed me. I start screaming, telling him to stop crushing me. Then he gets a bright idea, to do it with a chair, so there we are, me and my ass riding side saddle on the bed and him puffing away like a steam engine as he moves back and forth pumping it to me from that chair. Finally the drinks really get to me and I tell him he's the worst fuck I ever had in my life."
"He must have hit the ceiling."
"Bet your sweet ass, baby. He starts out by calling me an ungrateful little whore, telling me if I could do it with everybody else I could sure as hell do it with him. I tell him 'Fuck you, and go to hell while you're at it.'"
"That must have been the end."
Terry chuckled reflectively. "Sure was. We cussed one another out while I got dressed. Then I slammed the door on him and walked out. My performance wrecked my agent's contract with Fryer. Ruined it for good, and he blamed me for it to the point of getting rid of me. Can't really blame him since Fryer was his most important client and he used to send a lot of his girls to him to get work."
"Didn't you ever try to get another agent?" I asked.
"No ... I don't think I ever had the drive it takes to make it. It wasn't Dirk Fryer's weight that turned me off � hell, I've fucked with big guys before and loved it. It was the way he used his weight, and these are the guys I'd've had to ball with to get anywhere. I just decided to get myself a good job and have fun. The guys I've met so far are either characters like Jerry who are having such a ball balling everybody, or else phonies with big fronts and nothing else. But I'll find somebody someday and when I do I hope it's an older guy that's not too demanding sexually. I don't know what I'd do if I ever had to give up fucking women."
As though that reminded her of something, Terry walked over to the closet and returned with a dildo, which she strapped to her waist. "Okay, just turn over and we'll both have the ball of our lives."
I wouldn't have thought we had that much left, but then we were forever surprising ourselves where sex was concerned. Our sweaty bodies meshed in passion as we gyrated toward another climax.
Afterward, Terry said to me, "I can give you anything any man can sexually, as well as a hell of a lot more feeling than any of them'll ever know, except in their cocks."
After we had toweled off Terry went into the living room and got a book from a shelf, bringing it back to the bedroom with her.
"Here you are, something to educate you," she announced, placing it in my hand. "It's got all kinds of instructions and illustrations on lovemaking between us girls. Mabel Britton gave it to me after she broke me in. There's an inscription in it from her. Mabel was such a great gal. She was the first one to show me what it was all about. She was over 40 when I met her, but could she fuck! Was she great! We shacked together almost two years."
Breaking Mort in through my blow job seduction gave me a feeling of gratification. Largely through that initial effort Jerry was able to coax him into group sessions with Steve, Terry and me. One evening after a Saturday show all of us got together at Terry's. It was time for another Jerry White sextravaganza.
"Let's start with one of them wild daisy chains," Jerry enthusiastically suggested.
Jerry, Mort and Steve sat up in the huge bed as Terry and I played rotation with their erect cocks. Terry and I had a ball taking turns.
"Okay, girls, hold off for a second," Jerry commanded. "Just lay those beautiful asses on the bed and we dirty old men'll just pretend we're in a lunchomat."
The guys gobbled us with such ferocity you'd have thought they were starving to death. I loved it from all of them, but I guess if I had a preference at that point it was Mort, the guy I'd seduced. His body sent a tingle through my legs, particularly his blonde ass. He was the recipient of my load, and a king-sized one it happened to be.
"Now I've got somethin' a little different you nasty people can all do," Jerry laughed. "The girls can face each other lyin' on their stomachs while Mort is fuckin' Terry's ass and Steve is stickin' it to Mona. While you girls're keeping each other hot by smoochin' I can keep the guys hot by takin' turns suckin' their asses."
The ensuing action was as wild as Jerry's instructions would indicate. Steve, more experienced than Mort in the art of fucking girls, came first while Jerry's talented tongue titillated his ass. It was indescribably exciting to have your tongue inside the mouth of the woman you loved, while the hot thrusts of a big stiff prick were pounding your ass. After shooting, Steve took in the action as a spectator and Jerry went to work sucking Mort's ass, while I caressed Terry's hair as we French kissed.
"Don't just sit there," Jerry growled at Steve at one point, "c'mon and suck Mona's ass."
Steve resumed activity and the tempo built until Mort's cock burst in Terry's delectable ass.
"How'd you and Mona like to pick up some big money next weekend, Terry?" Jerry asked after the orgy, a smile on his face.
"You mean in Vegas?"
"What the hell else'd I mean?"
"What about Vegas?" I asked.
"Tell you later," Terry told me shortly. "Love it, Jerry, just love it."
"Okay, talk to you more about it later," Jerry promised, "and in the meantime you can fill Mona in on the details."
The next morning Terry filled me in on the details. "The whole thing boils down to this," she explained carefully. "Jerry's got some contacts at a place in Vegas. He's known the operator since his fighting days when the guy managed him. Anyway the hotel does big business with guys whose wallets are just bulging with money. You get the pitch?"
"What you're saying is Jerry hasn't completely given up pimping."
"He's got a deal with this guy to send girls up. The customers are loaded and as particular as hell. It's quite a compliment Jerry thinks enough of you to want to include you in the action. He's only sent two other girls from the club as long as I've known him."
"Just how much could we make?" I asked.
"One thousand bucks a night."
"One thousand?" I gasped.
"That's right. I told you they were loaded and not afraid to spring. It's a 50-50 split between us and Jerry. How does that sound?"
"Great."
"Bet your sweet ass, and that's just part of it. We get all expenses paid, best suite in the joint, room service, drinks and all that we want."
"But I thought Jerry said next weekend?"
"He did."
"How about the show then?"
"He gets the other girls to fill in the act. It's no big deal. We'll fly both ways, leaving Friday afternoon and getting back early Monday morning." Terry reached over and kissed my cheek. "We'll have a ball, so how about it?"
"Why not?" I grinned.
A group of wealthy Texas cattlemen were holding a convention at the fabulous "Blue Mirage" on the Strip. The first man we contacted on arrival was Jerry's ex-manager, Barney Rollins, who functioned as the hotel's manager.
"Great, great," he nodded cheerfully after Terry introduced me and he sized me up. "Jerry came through like a champ. I said these guys wanted a stacked blonde. I don't see how they could do any better."
The Texans gave Terry and me plenty of exercise for three solid evenings. There were two of them who enjoyed dividing their time between the two of us in various combinations. The younger one, Marty, got a kick out of using ranch terms to describe various fucking activities.
"Turn over, little doggie, and I'll ride you side saddle," Marty panted seductively the first night after a few torrid kisses had loosened him up.
"Okay, pardner." I turned over, discovering much to my surprise how literally he meant what he'd said. Letting out a few rebel yells, Marty's stocky frame bounced up and down as his cock made sharp thrusts in my ass. Occasionally he'd use his right hand to slap my rump gently, in the manner of cowboy soothing his horse.
While Marty was astride me grinding his cock in my ass, his partner, Bert, had his head between Terry's legs, fervently going down on her. "Ummm, is this good cunt lickin', Marty," he called out. "Yup, this redhead's cunt is as good as the fried chicken and dumplings I got back home."
Friday's session culminated with me sucking Marty to climax and Terry doing the same to Bert. The following night they came in a little drunker than they had been on Friday. It was difficult for them to get hard so it took a good deal of concentrated sucking by Terry and me to push new life into their cocks.
"Lemme fuck you up that darlin' little cunt, blondie, while you're blowin' Marty," Bert suggested as he sucked on my breasts. "And Marty can be workin' on Red while we're a-havin' at it."
Bert pumped me beautifully. I loved the sensation, as well as the one I was getting sucking Marty's dick. Terry also appeared to be having a good time tonguing Marty's mouth. Marty later suggested he and Bert change places, which left my cunt to be fucked by him while I sucked Bert ... Then they decided they'd like to go after Terry's cunt. She took over while I put my talented tongue to work in the French kissing department. They each came once, then went back to their own rooms, tired but happy.
On Sunday night we got an unexpected treat. Our Texas playmates were so exhausted from play, drink and work they had little steam left.
"Sorry, gals, we're just plumb tuckered out," Bert said apologetically.
"Wait a minute," Marty said with a snap of his fingers. "Barney said maybe you gals could put on exhibitions too."
"That's been known to happen," Terry said, winking shrewdly at me. "What kind you got in mind?"
Marty scratched his head uncomfortably. "Well, I'm not rightly meanin' to suggest somethin' you two gals might not want to do or would take offense to. I want you both to understand that. But Bert and I would really enjoy it if you two gals could maybe screw with each other."
"If it's all right with Mona," Terry said, looking at me with a wry smile.
"Perhaps just this once," I said, "but only because Marty and Bert are such good guys."
I played it cool, snuggling up to Terry beginning with petting and kissing while our Texas friends watched with interest.
"Let's give 'em a show they'll never forget," Terry whispered as she pressed her tongue inside my mouth, then worked her way down to my breast, sucking at a pitch so rapid I knew her anxiety level was equal to mine.
"Look at that little gal suck, Bert," Marty said delightedly.
"Hey, that's all right!" Bert agreed.
We finally reached a sixty-nine with me on top. I was so hungry for Terry I turned into a whirling dervish, wildly gyrating my hips and ass while she sucked on me with the same reckless abandon.
"Wahoo, look at that ass fly," Bert shouted. "She's just like a prize stallion before tamin'."
"Only a helluva lot purtier," Marty added.
Next thing we knew we had our tongues in each other's asses licking furiously. Just about the time my sexual appetite had been worked up Terry stopped sucking and jumped up.
"Okay, my friends from the Lone Star State," she announced "now it's time for the main event."
She took two steps over to her suitcase, from which she pulled out a dildo. "Okay, guys, just sit back and relax as Terry goes up Mona's sweet cunt and makes her shoot."
It excited me to hear her describe it. Our Texas friends felt the same way, freshening their drinks, then sitting back in a state of enraptured excitement.
"This time I'm gonna show you what it's like getting it in the cunt, honey," Terry whispered as she strapped on her makeshift cock.
"I want it from you, I want everything from you," I replied in an excited whisper.
"Here it goes," she announced loudly, ramming the dildo into my cunt, penetrating savagely and deeply. The pain combined with the pleasure of the act accelerated my state of passion.
"Fuck, Terry, fuck me, fuck me," I begged, my ass pounding up and down as my hips moved sideways. As I spoke Terry drove harder, hurling every ounce of exotic passion into her piercing drives up my cunt.
She leaned over and put her tongue in my mouth. Our torrid French kisses made my mouth as hot as my cunt. I ran my fingers through her beautiful red hair as she sustained her magnificent fucking.
"Look at those little critters go," Bert chuckled.
"More fun'n hoe down time back home," Marty said.
The climax had to come, and it finally did. One powerful thrust I thought would knock me off the bed caused me to climax.
"Boy, that's somethin' I'm never gonna forget," Marty said in admiration after the main event had concluded. "You gals did it like such pros that I'da sworn you really liked it, instead of doin' it as a favor just for us."
"I'da sworn the same thing," Bert agreed. "Real pleasure knowin' you gals. You've given us the best time we've ever had in these parts. If we ever make it this way again we'll all get together for another good time. Take it easy now."
"I'm offended they didn't at least ask us to look 'em up if we ever made it down Texas way," I laughed, feigning a Texas accent, after they had left.
"They'd probably love to," Terry replied, "but they're both happily married men and their wives might not understand."
The Texans left early enough to enable us to get some needed sleep before it was time to catch our early plane out of Las Vegas. Barney Rollins drove us to the airport, giving favorable comments regarding our sessions with the wealthy Texans.
"You gals sure as hell must've given them guys a bang-up time," he laughed. "Run into 'em in the lobby and I thought they were gonna put me up for Governor of Texas, they were so damned happy, pattin' me on the back and tellin' me what great gals I'd gotten for 'em."
Terry smuggled a flask on the plane in her purse. We took turns nipping from it during the flight back to Los Angeles.
"Come on in here, baby," Terry called to me from the bedroom moments after we'd gotten back to the apartment.
She was holding her dildo in her hand as I entered the room.
"See this?" she said, pointing at the dildo. "Well, I've given you lots of thrills usin' it on you. Now it's time for you to return the favor and ram it up my ass."
We quickly undressed, and next thing I knew I was giving her the ride of her life, thrusting the dildo deep into her ass. "Ram it up my ass, ram it up my ass, Mona," she panted wildly.
I got so excited over the beauty of her buttocks I started gently slapping them with some of my forward thrusts. My heart started beating so fast I began wondering how much more excitement I could take, while Terry was squirming as I applied dildo to ass. Finally she came. I was only seconds behind.
"You're really learning now," Terry laughed. "You catch on real fast, honey."
Jerry was pleased at the good report he received of our sessions with the Texans in Las Vegas. He told us Barney Rollins wanted to use us again as soon as the first available opportunity presented itself. It didn't take long. Two weeks later we found ourselves on another plane to the "Blue Mirage," late Friday night after doing a show.
"You'll like Gary, honey," Terry said assuredly as she peered out the plane's window into the dark night.
"You mean you know the guy we're gonna be banging with?"
"Oh, sure, Gary and I are old friends," Terry nodded. "I've done it before with him."
"What's he like?"
"He's a big strong fellow with lots of class. And, oh, can he fuck!"
"Sounds like a gas," I chuckled.
"You'll find out what I mean soon enough. I think he'll like you too. Just make sure you're well rested for him."
We slept most of the day, although I managed to get in an hour of tanning beside the pool. We had a quiet dinner in our room.
No sooner did we finish our dinner before we heard a knock on the door. Terry jumped up to answer it. As she opened the door I got my first glance at Gary, the man Terry had been so eager to please. He was tall and stood erect, like a West Point man who had learned his lesson well. Gary appeared to be in his forties. He had a beautiful shock of gray hair which, blended with his golden brown tan, gave him a distinctive air.
"Well, Terry honey, how are you?" he laughed exuberantly, throwing his arms around her and giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.
"How've you been, Gary? You're looking great," Terry laughed.
He threw an arm around her waist. At that moment he caught his first glimpse of me. Our eyes locked in one of those mutual admiration glances that pass in an instant while seeming an eternity.
"Hello," I finally smiled.
"Oh, sorry, honey," Terry said, giving me an apologetic look. "Gary, baby, I got so carried away with you I didn't get a chance to introduce my friend. This is Mona. Mona, this is Gary."
"Delighted," Gary bowed, revealing even white teeth and a smile of supreme confidence. "So what are we waiting for, girls? To quote what Mark Antony said when he entered Cleopatra's tent, 'I didn't come to talk.' "
His remark precipitated general laughter. We entered the bedroom and began undressing.
"Say, you've got a nice tan, Mona," he said casually, glancing my way as I removed my dress.
His sweater and undershirt were already off, and he was just beginning to undo his trousers. His body looked rock hard, the chest extended, stomach flat and shoulders broad. On top of that his tan appeared a shade deeper than mine. "Thanks, but it looks like you've got an even better one."
He laughed. "Just a souvenir of two weeks of business in Acapulco."
"What kind of business?" Terry asked, with a smile.
"You've got a dirty mind, Terry," Gary said tauntingly, waving a finger at her in jest.
"Of course I do," Terry smiled. "Why is it you think we get along so well?"
Conversation ceased abruptly once everyone was stripped to the .skin. The smile vanished from Gary's lips as he assumed a business-like attitude. He provided a striking contrast from our jolly Texans, and I began to see why Terry had been so anxious we save ourselves for him.
"Go down on my cock, Terry baby," Gary directed as routinely as a boss ordering his secretary to take dictation. "And you, Mona, just come over here a wee bit closer."
I liked the smell of him. He was wearing one of those wildly exotic after shave lotions. I loved the firmness of his hands as he held my arms, pulling me toward him. As Terry pumped up arid down on his cock, Gary engaged me in a lengthy kissing bout. I could see from his manner he was a man who enjoyed building up a love session, beginning from a slow, methodical beginning and working up to a torrid finish. The first kisses were gentle pecks on the ear. Then he began to warm up as the kisses were directed toward my lips. Then they .became harder and more numerous. Putting his tongue inside my mouth he gave me a series of hot French kisses.
"Okay, now how about Terry using her tongue to suck my ass while I'm jamming my rod up Mona's cunt?" he suggested in that same matter-of-fact tone. "How would that be for a winner?"
Gary was soon gliding his cock slowly into my pussy. Just as he had done with the kissing, he was building to the big moment. In the meantime he was receiving added impetus from the well-executed motions of Terry's tongue in his ass. Gradually the pace intensified. Soon he was panting and sweat appeared on his brow.
"Keep sucking, Terry, keep sucking," he encouraged as my body vibrated with the forward motions of his huge, rock-hard cock. We were both nearing climax. I figured we had a good chance to do it simultaneously, or at best seconds apart. But he foiled me by ramming his dick home, then emitting a loud sigh of gratification.
"Okay, that's enough, save it Mona," he said, patting me on the thigh and moving away. "I don't want you to go just yet. I wanna eat your full load."
I remained in the same position as Gary began by licking my belly, then my thighs and continued licking until he was down to my ankles. Terry faithfully continued sucking his ass all the while.
"All right, now I'll have those juices, Mona," he said, his tongue pursuing its waiting target, my aroused pussy. His first few licks were slow. Building methodically, he soon got me too hot to take any more. It was a huge load and I was happy I'd stored it for him.
"Great, Mona, now I'll get Terry's load." He patted Terry on the ass.
Terry assumed my old position while my tongue went to work on Gary's ass. It was the only untanned part of his whole body and I loved it. I received such delight sucking it that I climaxed once more just before Terry fed him her juices.
Immediately after eating the last of Terry's load, Gary sprang to his feet and walked over to the bar, mixing himself a drink which he downed in two huge swallows. "Ahh," he sighed with satisfaction, contentedly rubbing his stomach. He then walked briskly to the closet, got his clothes and began to dress. "You an actress, Mona?" he asked casually.
"No, for now I'm just a dancer in Terry's show," I replied.
"She's got what it takes to make it, too." Terry chimed in.
Gary made no more conversation until he had fully dressed. "Got an agent?" he asked, again looking my way.
"No," I answered.
He reached into his wallet and extracted a card, which he handed me. "If you've got some free time next week give me a call. My secretary'll set up an appointment."
One look at the card almost caused me to keel over. It was short and to the point, to match his demeanor, with only his name and telephone number. It was the name that shook me to my roots. He was Gary Phillips, famous producer-agent.
"Sure, I'd - I'd be glad to," I finally said.
"I'm sorry to have to do this to such a great couple of gals," he said apologetically, "but I got a call late this afternoon from Madrid. They're having some trouble on the Karen Karr picture. It seems Karen's been doing a little fucking up, and since I'm executive producer and have a lot of money tied up in the damn thing I've gotta get over there pronto to straighten things out. That means I've gotta stand you up tomorrow night. I hope you'll understand. I took care of everything with Barney so both nights have been paid for. Sorry I've gotta run, but I've just got time to catch my plane."
"Nice meeting you," I said.
"Same, Mona. Take care, Terry honey." He opened the door and vanished.
"Gary Phillips! I don't believe it," I said looking at the door, still stunned, then took another glance at the card I held in my hand.
Terry walked over and gave me a hug. "Did he ever go for you, baby! I knew he would."
"Why didn't you tell me who he was before?"
"I didn't want to take any chances on stage fright from you." Terry winked coyly. "I figured it might be your big chance."
"I don't know about that, but he wants to see me anyway."
"I know him better than you, and I'm telling you if you play your cards right you can't miss," Terry said confidently. "His mentioning Karen Karr really brings back the memories though."
"They used to be married, didn't they?"
"Sure were, but they're mortal enemies now. Yeah, Karen and I played the same burlesque theater downtown several years ago. I had a little fling with her. She tried to teach me a few things like a big sister would, just like I've been trying to teach you. We were both getting small parts then. She started getting bigger ones and left the show. I lost track of her after that until I heard of her marrying Gary. He really helped her get up there."
"What kind of person is she?"
"Basically a great gal, but she can get temperamental. And if she's mad just stay away from her because she'll flatten anybody in sight. I'll never forget dropping over to her place one night after the show to screw. She spotted some black and blue marks on my arm. I didn't want to tell her what happened, but she finally squeezed the whole story out of me."
"What did happen?"
"There was this dike casting director that was riding high then. A real big broad, built like a fullback. She used to give the girls the once-over when they'd come to her for parts. Well, she goes ape shit for me, closes off the room and rapes the hell out of me. She was too strong to fight off, and screaming didn't do a damned bit of good. She really worked me over. Even used a belt. That's what caused the marks. Karen got furious when I told her, saying she'd go see her the next day. I begged her not to, but she wouldn't listen. Well, I really underestimated her. The next day she went in there and beat this dame to a bloody pulp. She did it in full view of everybody at the studio. The secretaries and all the people from the other offices came in running to see it. The dike screamed bloody murder for someone to help her, but everyone hated her so much they all just stood there and cheered Karen on. She was in pretty sorry shape by the time Karen let her go, and she'd gotten so humiliated she dropped out of the scene and disappeared a few months later."
I had been seeing Karen Karr's picture in movie magazines for ages. She had been acknowledged by many experts as the most beautiful woman in the world, an accolade I felt she deserved. She'd been an idol of mine and was presently the screen's reigning queen. Along with that she was also married to the man I considered the most desirable on the screen, Bart James. Together they comprised the world's dream couple. It made my heart pound to think that Gary Phillips, ex-husband and guiding force of the screen's most famous beauty, was interested, enough in me to ask that I call him.
Not wishing to appear as anxious as I really was, I waited until Wednesday of the following week before calling Gary Phillips. His secretary informed me his schedule was too demanding to see me that week, suggesting I call the following Monday. I called on Monday and an appointment was made for Wednesday that same week. I went to see him with great hopes.
Gary asked me a lot of probing questions about myself, my work attitudes and feelings about everything imaginable.
"Do you think you've got the perseverance to click in show business even with the right breaks?" Gary interrogated.
"I certainly do."
"Would you be willing to cut yourself off from the outside world if that was your one way of becoming a star?"
I nodded vigorously. "Yes, I would."
"Very well, then you're gonna get your chance," Gary asserted. "You'll inform Jerry White promptly of your intention to leave the show. You will move out of Terry Mills' apartment immediately. I'll put you in my apartment building in Brentwood, just a short distance from where I live. You'll have a full time maid, which you'll need, because you'll be keeping busy all the time. I want it understood at this point that your time � and I mean all of it � rests in my hands. That's the way it is, otherwise there's no deal. When I think you're ready I'll start getting you some small parts. And as you start to build up a name I'll start personally escorting you to big parties and Hollywood premieres. But mind you, only when I think you're ready."
I signed with him that same day. My head was still swimming when I left his office to return to the apartment. All during the cab ride back my mind focused on Terry and all she had done for me. She had even introduced me to Gary Phillips, who would now be guiding me in a new career, a career which might leave me no time for Terry and her lovemaking!
"Well, don't just stand there," Terry said, observing me from the sofa where she was reading, as I stood at the door with a blank look on my face. "What happened? What did Gary have to say?"
"I signed with him, Terry," I said weakly.
Terry dropped the magazine she had been holding, jumped off the sofa and ran over to hug me. "That's wonderful. I just knew something good like that was gonna happen."
"There's just one thing I've -"-I've got to tell you," I said, unable to rest until I got it off my chest. "Honey, one part of the deal is that he's gonna run my whole life for me. I mean everything."
"And that means breaking off with me."
"It means breaking off and moving out."
She put her hands on my face, which she caressed tenderly. "Don't you think I know the score? I want you to have the best. You've latched on to a good thing with him and you'd be a fool not to take advantage of it. I told you all along I'm looking for the right guy myself. And when he comes along don't think I'm not gonna take advantage of it."
"You mean you're not mad at me?"
"Of course not. I'll get along. With my face and figure I always have. When will you be moving out?"
"Tomorrow."
That night, Terry and I fucked as though there was no tomorrow!
CHAPTER NINE
The Brentwood apartment I moved into was even more luxurious than Terry's, and it was bigger. As Gary had promised, I was kept busy. The maid proved a necessity. Jerry replaced me the following Friday. After the show he threw a party in his office in my honor, to which Gary escorted me.
"Good night, honey, and good luck to you," Terry said, throwing an arm around me and kissing my cheek. "I must be going now."
She'd had a few drinks and was feeling them. I watched her walk to the door arm in arm with Sally, a spunky young blonde who had taken my place in the show.
"All right, honey," Gary said, stealing a glance at his watch, "We'll just have time to make the next plane to Las Vegas."
"Las Vegas?" I said in astonishment.
"I've got reservations at the 'Blue Mirage.' Sound familiar?"
We quickly said good-bye to Jerry, who was practically stoned. "Take care of her, Gary. You've got a great gal."
Gary had to speed most of the way to the airport, but his trusty Cadillac got us there just in time to make the plane. We itched for each other every agonizing moment on the plane to Las Vegas. Finally we were secure in the privacy of our room. One drink and we were off to the races.
"I'm gonna ram my red hot rod up your rosy red asshole," he promised in his usual calm, serious voice.
"All of me belongs to you, baby," I answered, "including my rosy red asshole."
A few hot kisses were exchanged. Then the red hot rod went to work, deep into my ass.
"Ooohh, ooohh," I gasped in pain as he made his initial penetration, abandoning at least temporarily his former tactic of building his tempo gradually.
"That hurting you, baby?" Gary inquired.
"Hell, yes, and I love every inch of it," I cried. "It's the most delightful pain I've ever had. Give me some more of it. Slam it into me with all you've got."
Gary took me at my word, slamming home powerful thrust upon thrust until we were both drenched in the magnetic sweat of mutual sex gratification.
"I'm about ready to go, honey, just about ready," I panted.
"So am I."
"Keep slamming it then," I implored, my legs flapping and my hands caressing the ass I loved.
We drove ourselves to the maximum, when the dam burst and the flood gushed forth.
"Now you're my baby, just my baby, and you'll always be my baby," Gary whispered.
"That's what I always want to be."
Gary was adamant about making sure nobody knew about our romance. "I'm saving everything for the right moment," he would say. "When the time's ripe I'll spring the whole thing, but impact's important in this business, baby."
We would go away practically every weekend, sometimes to Palm Springs, on other occasions Las Vegas. Before I knew it, my period of study was completed and Gary was maneuvering me into small parts. Gradually the parts grew larger.
"Dirk Fryer called me today and told me he'd like to use you in his next picture," Gary informed me one day.
"Oh, he did?" Mere mention of Fryer's name caused my stomach to turn a few flip flops.
"Yeah, but I told him nothing doing. He wouldn't think of casting a good-looking babe unless he's personally had the chance to fuck her through the mill. A few fucks from that fat bastard and any poor gal would be ready for the pickle jar."
"I've heard that about him."
"Like I told you, you're my personal property and I'm not shopping you around to anyone."
That was precisely what he meant, and was to continue to mean. I also got the distinct impression my maid was being used in the dual capacity of helper and to spy for Gary.
Only on rare occasions would Gary invite me to his mansion in Brentwood. He seemed afraid of someone seeing me there and having the story leak out. He was going to spring me on Hollywood in a big way without any early rumors. For that reason I knew something important was in the works when I received an excited call from Gary in the middle of a lazy Tuesday afternoon asking me to hurry over to his house. Gary was energetically pacing the floor with a drink in hand when I arrived.
"Mona, baby," he cried in a rare moment of excitement, rushing toward me and planting a sturdy kiss on my lips. "I worked it all out this morning. The deal I've been working on has been finalized."
"What deal is that?"
"I didn't want to tell you until it was all worked out. I couldn't have stood to see you let down if it hadn't. I just finished talking to Solly Giles and he's decided to use you as fourth lead in the Karen Karr picture."
I was wild with joy and gratitude.
Gary and I took a quick trip to Mexico just before shooting was set to begin. It was there that Gary asked me to marry him. He said we would announce our engagement after I made & big hit in the Karen Karr picture, and that we would be married after that. I told him that sounded fine. I nestled closer to him on the otherwise deserted beach, kissing him fervently.
"I need more than a kiss to work off my feelings of this moment," Gary whispered, "if you know what I mean."
"Let's go back to our room."
We strolled hand in hand to the quaint adobe hotel overlooking the beach. It was an inconspicuous hotel in an obscure town. This made the trip seem all the more romantic.
"I want to suck you," I murmured as our tan bodies meshed in the white sheets, his thigh locked between mine as he sucked my breasts.
Gary rolled over, giving me the break I needed. I began pumping his cock with deliberate speed, hoping I'd taste him all the sooner. I loved every moment of it, running my tongue over his warm fleshy cock.
"Oh, you little cock licker," he gasped, "you're driving me out of my head."
"The only head I want right now is the head of your cock," I replied, giving his balls a gentle massage with my hands as I sucked.
"Get ready, baby!" Gary shouted, his ass bouncing up and down.
The big load was more than I could ever have imagined. I wasn't about to be robbed of a single drop. I drank it down hungrily.
"That blow job was enough to tear the top off the Empire State Building," Gary sighed with satisfaction. "Now one good turn deserves another. I gave you your lunch, now I want mine."
I lay on my back as Gary's tongue swept into action. "Oh, the perpetual motion tongue," I panted.
I did a fast burn between the legs and came in no time.
"You're a fuck, baby, the best I've ever had," Gary said, kissing me on the forehead. "You're a helluva lot better than Karen could ever hope to be."
"That's the nicest thing anybody could ever say about me." I put my arm around his broad shoulders.
"I'll tell you something else," Gary continued, his voice rising in intensity. "You're not only a better piece of ass than she is, you're better looking and have a better figure." He patted my ass for emphasis. Then he chuckled nastily. "As a matter of fact, honey, that's what intrigued me about this picture deal when Solly Giles filled me in on the details."
"What was that?"
"Don't you see, baby, it's the chance of a lifetime for you. You're getting a chance to compete with the screen's top sex goddess. The script's perfect. You're playing her sexy younger sister so you get to turn on the charm.
"Hell, you even get to show as much skin as she does. Baby, I see it all coming. After this film you're the one that's gonna be moving uphill. Karen's been doing a lot of drinking lately. We had a hell of a lot of trouble with her in Spain. She's riding for a fall, and you've got the kind of fresh new face that'll show her up in a big way. As a matter of fact, that's one of the reasons why I insisted we get away on this little trip before getting back to business. I wanted you rested and looking great. Right now, Karen's probably at home lapping up martinis."
I appreciated Gary's confidence. I found discomforting, however, his determination to pit me competitively against Karen Karr, a star I'd always admired. I wondered whether it was because he loved me or hated her. At any rate, I was at my physical and psychological peak when I reported for work at the studio. I was determined to carry off my part well. I didn't see Karen Karr until my second week on the set. Up to then my scenes were going quite well and I found myself anxious to be doing a scene with the screen's top female star. The first scene we had together was one of the sexiest in the film. In it, Karen and I, clad in bikinis, were to tease a group of business executives at a poolside cocktail party. We had an eight o'clock call. I was poised and ready in my bikini, but there was no Karen Karr. She finally showed at 9:30.
"Where the hell you been?" Sally Giles barked exasperatedly. "We've been tryin' to reach you on the phone."
"Quit barking, Solly. So I overslept a few minutes." The voice was raspy and her appearance far short of glamorous. My first glance at Karen that morning provided one of the shocking letdowns of my life. I expected to see a lively, exuberant super star ready to begin work. Instead I saw a tired looking brunette sloppily clad in blouse and slacks hiding behind a pair of dark glasses.
"We'd like to start shooting the pool scene, if it's all right with you, Karen," Solly said sarcastically.
Karen then glared at me coldly. Uncomfortable under her icy stare, I nodded and smiled weakly. "And this, I suppose, is Mona Combs, our sensational new little find � or, if you please, Gary Phillips' new little find."
"Cut the bitchy chatter, Karen, and leave the kid alone," Solly sizzled. "We've got a picture to shoot, in case you've forgotten."
"Oh my, Solly baby's getting touchy, isn't he? How come, Solly? You getting a piece or two yourself?"
"Knock it off, Karen," Solly hollered.
"You can knock it off, Solly, if you expect me to do that swimming pool scene at this hour of the morning," Karen said emphatically. "Hell, I just barely got up. You drag this little slut in here, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, to make me look like a chump while you and the great Gary Phillips gloat. Well, we can just shoot some other scene. Ill be in my dressing room. You can let me know when you decide what you're going to do."
She stormed off in a huff, Solly pursuing a few steps behind. I was on the verge of tears, torn between hatred and anger for Karen over her remarks toward me. Solly returned ten minutes later, announcing that Karen would be ready in an hour to shoot some interior scenes with me. I hurried off to get my costume changed. It was closer to an hour and a half later when Karen emerged, still in a huff. We assumed positions for the scene, which was taking place at a kitchen table.
"Hold it a damned second," Karen snapped just as we were getting ready to "begin. "Gary's little bedroom bang's creating competition with her hair that way. Put it up in a bun so she won't look so sexy. I'm the star of this picture."
Another hassle ensued between Karen and Solly, but once more the star got her way. My hair style was changed. We barely managed to complete one scene before lunch. Before Karen walked off she made one comment to me.
"Let me give you a tip," she said crossly, "just take your time on picking up your goddamned cues. You try any tricks with me and I'll tear your hair out."
As I watched her storm toward her dressing room my temper began to rise. I resented her attitude and was determined to gain a measure of satisfaction at any cost. I walked to her dressing room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Karen said gruffly.
She was standing at a portable bar sipping a drink as I entered the room. Her first response upon seeing me was astonishment. That turned rapidly to anger, her eyes spitting fire and face turning to rock. "What the hell are you doing in here? I thought it was Solly."
"I came here to tell you I'm sorry if I seemed to be picking up on your cues too fast. It was only because I was a little anxious, not because I wanted to make you look bad. I want you to stop using all those names you've been calling me. I've got self respect too and there's got to be a stopping point."
"This is unbelievable," Karen said. "Some little two-bit bitch telling me what to do!"
"It's not that I'm trying to tell you what to do," I protested.
"Shut up and listen to me, you little whore. I don't want you to bug me anymore. Get out of here or I'll kick your ass out!"
At that point my patience evaporated. "I said cut out those names. And don't you threaten me."
She stepped menacingly toward me. "You asked for it, you little bitch. That was the last straw." She uncorked a wicked slap which caught me on the side of the head, knocking me to the floor. Karen attempted to dive on top of me. I managed to roll deftly out of her way, jumping to my feet as she tumbled to the ground.
"Oh, you'll pay for that, you little bitch," she shouted.
Jumping to her feet, she attacked once more. This time I was fully prepared, countering her move by grabbing her arm and flipping her to the ground, where she landed with a solid thud. Moaning a few swear words she got to her feet once more and again charged me, this time trying wrestle me to the ground. I flipped her to the ground again. Fuming and panting, she got up and ran toward me like a battering ram, trying to land a flying tackle. I nimbly stepped behind her and grabbed her right arm in hammerlock position, succeeding in pinning her to the floor after much effort.
"Ooh, oh, goddamn you," she sobbed in a defeated whine as I continued to apply pressure.
The door opened and Willie Bowman, our assistant director, stormed in wearing an alarmed look. "What's going on in here?" He stared at me lying on top of Karen on the floor. "What kind of game you pulling, Mona? I've got a good mind to report this to Solly and have your ass thrown off this lot." The remark was what I might have expected, considering I had turned down a pass he hurled my way the first day of shooting.
"You do and I'll have your ass canned," Karen replied, panting heavily. "We were just trying out a little judo and happened to wind up on the floor."
I helped Karen up after Willie left, not knowing what to think. "Thank you for speaking up for me," I said slowly.
"Bullshit. I swung on you first so I wasn't going to see you take the rap for the whole thing. Forget it."
Karen had gotten a nose bleed during our fight. The blood was still dripping as Karen walked over to the sink and dabbed a wet cloth to it. "Can I help you with that?" I asked.
"Forget it," she snapped. "There is one thing we have to do though, and that's reach some kind of truce so we can live together for the rest of this picture. You working tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'm working straight through the week."
"I'm not due in for my next scenes till next Monday. I'd like to talk to you in private so we can resolve our differences. If we drag Solly in, that just creates a big mess. A lot of talk and things could get worse."
"You're right."
"Why don't you come over to my place Saturday afternoon. We can talk this thing out." Without asking me if I could make it she scribbled something on a piece of paper, which she handed to me. "That's got my address on it. I'll be expecting you at two o'clock."
"Two o'clock," I confirmed, looking at the paper.
"Now that that's settled, get the hell out. I want complete privacy the rest of my lunch hour."
Karen Kair's mansion was something one dreams about but seldom sees. It was nestled behind a big wall on elegant street in Beverly Hills. A male servant answered the door.
"Come in, Miss Combs," he quietly. "Miss Karr is expecting you in the living room."
Karen's appearance left me speechless. An amazing transformation had occurred in the four days since I'd last seen her. Her beauty was now overpowering. She stood before me in a white bikini revealing much of a gorgeous figure. The large, expressive eyes glistened radiantly. They were an exotic violet color, set against the background of her beautiful coal black hair. Her thick ruby red lips were the most sensuous I'd ever observed. Whereas Terry possessed a flaming sexpot brand of beauty, Karen's was more refined, characterized by finely chiseled features.
"I was just about to make a drink," Karen smiled as I entered the huge living room. "Would you like one too? People say I fix the best martinis they've ever had." I nodded.
There was a beautifully paneled marble bar in a corner of the large room. "I've been taking it easy the last few days, getting a little sun and reading. I've been going a lot easier on the booze too."
"You couldn't look better."
"Thank you. Bart's away on location so I'm holding the fort down by myself. The reason I asked you over here was to get better acquainted with you, and to tell you how sorry I am for the abominable way I acted the other day."
"Well, I want to apologize too � for the way I acted."
She returned with the drink. She motioned me to the huge red sofa in the center of the room, brushing her thigh slightly against my leg as she handed me the drink. The sensation of her skin sent an electric current through my body. I felt uncomfortable over my growing attraction to Karen. Having cemented a firm sex relationship with Gary, I had dismissed my affair with Terry as a mere passing phase of my life, one which would not be duplicated with any other women. Up to that moment I hadn't thought that would be difficult. She sat at the opposite end of the couch, stretching her beautiful trim legs out on a wooden table. "Think nothing of the little spat, Mona. I got what I deserved. I owe you a favor. I was getting a little too bitchy, and I think you straightened me out."
"I still feel sorry about it."
"I'll say one thing about you though," Karen conceded with a laugh. "You're really a little battler when you get going."
"I hope I didn't hurt you," I said, finding her conversation about the fight distasteful.
"No, but my back's been hurting me a little," she grimaced, stretching her lean limbs in a manner I found sensual as she rubbed her back. "Do you think maybe you could rub it a little for me? I think maybe you could help rub out the soreness."
"Of course, I'd be glad to."
"Thank you. Just bring your drink with you." Her leg brushed against mine again as she rose, while she patted my hand gently, sending another current of electricity through my body.
Karen led me to the most spacious bedroom I'd ever seen. There were photos of Karen and Bart adorning the walls. Some of them were nudes. There was a bar in one corner. The bed was super king-size. Large mirrors decorated the room. The ceiling and walls were also mirrored. She sprawled out comfortably on her stomach.
"Here, dear, rub here," she gestured with her hand toward a spot on her back. As I began to rub I couldn't help but notice and admire the beautiful lines of her trim ass and legs.
"Does that feel better?" I asked.
She turned over on her back, emitting a sigh of exhilaration. "Oh, much, much better." She placed her hand in mine. "You're so sweet and beautiful. Oddly enough I think that was one of the reasons I talked the way I did to you. I could see I had real competition on my hands. Competition from you would be tough on any girl, even me."
"That's kind of you to say, but I'll never be as beautiful as you."
Her hand moved up to my breast, and though I wanted to pull away I was a powerless victim of her hypnotic beauty. Silently she undressed me. "I want you," she said, locking her arms around me and kissing my lips, then tonguing my mouth.
"I want you, darling," she repeated, rolling over on top of me and locking her legs in mine. I savored the sensation of her flesh making contact with mine, coupled with the delicious scent of the perfume she was wearing. Maneuvering her body nimbly, she pressed her pussy against mine. We were clit to clit, our bodies tingling with glorious sensation. Both of us were breathing heavily as our interlocked bodies reverberated with lusty sensuality.
"I'm going to shoot all over you," Karen panted, then proving her point by delivering a beautiful boxload of pussy. The smell of perfume, sweat and sex sparked me to a panting frenzy as I released my own juices. Karen vacated her position atop me, curling up next to my body. "You're a beautiful fuck, sweetheart, as beautiful as I knew you'd be." She kissed my lips. "Come to Palm Springs with me this weekend."
"I'd love to Karen," I replied, thoroughly enraptured.
Karen drove me home after one more martini. As I got out of her Rolls Royce and went into my apartment, the fascination began to lift and frustrations took over. How could I permit myself to become so stupidly carried away? Surely I had gotten all that out of my system with Terry. Now I had a worthwhile relationship with Gary that would almost assuredly lead to a position of stardom. On top of everything else, I let her talk me into going to Palm Springs with her over the weekend.
My thoughts reverted back to Gary. I had a date with him that evening and he'd be at my apartment in about two. I looked forward to being with him, confident that an evening in his firm embrace would rid me of any lingering vestige of feeling for Karen.
I was so determined to forget Karen, that I made Gary strip down and come to bed as soon as he arrived. I didn't even bother with a build-up. I practically pushed him down on the bed and went to work on him.
"I want your beautiful cock," I murmured, sucking Gary in rapid movements.
He had been pretty hard from the outset, and by the time I had sucked a few minutes he was like concrete. "I feel like really sticking it up your ass," he said.
"You know how I love it," I giggled, sprawling on my back. He Frenched me while his cock hammered back and forth in my ass, driving me to ecstasy. I shot in minutes.
"Fastest gun in the West," Gary grinned, cleaning off his cock.
"Depends on the trigger."
"Oh, baby, I love you." He tongued me so expertly he got another good load. He got my pussy first, after which his cock exploded delightful come in my mouth.
As I awakened the following morning, with Gary sleeping peacefully beside me, my thoughts were riddled with guilt. In spite of all the pleasure Gary had given me, the exotic fires Karen had kindled in me still burned. Try as I might, it was impossible to drop Karen from my mind.
"What's got into her?" a puzzled Solly Giles asked Willie Bowman the following Monday as an exuberant Karen Karr eased through her paces with a pleasant smile.
"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell all for it, whatever it is," Willie countered.
I had gone to the studio Monday with the thought of breaking my Palm Springs date with Karen. But I just couldn't do it. I kept getting turned on every time she came near. Tuesday passed without anything being said. I knew I'd have to bring the matter up on Wednesday for my own safety. Gary and I were in the habit of spending at least part of our weekends together so I couldn't possibly step out of town on him without making him curious. We had a dinner date set that Tuesday evening. As I was preparing myself for his arrival the phone rang.
"Sorry, honey, but I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight," Gary's voice began apologetically. "I just got a call from New York. My lawyer told me he's hot on the heels of an agreement on that TV deal I was telling you about. I've got to fly there right away. I'll be gone till the middle of next week."
Panic hit me as I hung up the phone. That meant I was free to go to Palm Springs with Karen. But I couldn't, since the ultimate cost would be greater than the association was worth. No, despite Gary's absence from town I would still have to put my foot down with Karen, which I was determined to do the next day.
"Karen, can I talk to you a minute," I called softly after we had wrapped up a take.
"Sure."
"Karen, about that � that trip to Palm Springs." I began slowly and painfully.
"Don't worry, I've taken care of everything. I'll pick you up Friday at six. That'll give us just enough time to get home from the studio and get our things together. We'll have dinner there." Temporarily tongue tied, I watched her walk away to talk to Solly.
We went to Palm Springs as planned ...
Dinner was served in the privacy of our suite. After the waiter had cleared away the dishes we sipped after dinner cocktails dressed only in bras and panties. Softy dreamy music played on the stereo.
"You seen Gary lately?" Karen inquired abruptly.
"Why, yes. He's in New York this weekend."
"I guess he told you all about my frightful conduct in Spain."
"No, not really. He just said something about trouble and them needing him to straighten everything out."
Karen nodded knowingly. "Oh, yes, and he did, God bless him. You see, Mona, I was a real nasty girl. There was this cute little doll working as an assistant to one of the costume designers. We started exchanging winks and smiles. She was a gorgeous little thing. The more I'd see of her around the set the hornier I'd become. One day I'd had a little extra to drink so with a combination of her, my horniness and the drink I got pretty bold. During a break I noticed her walk over to the women's lounge. I walk in there right behind her and the next thing you know I've got my hand in her dress and I'm jacking her off like crazy while we're kissing. She loved it. Then in comes the old gal designer to catch us in the act. She started chattering a blue streak, her face getting whiter every second. So after she storms a while in front of us she runs outside and storms even louder. Next thing you knew the whole place was in a state of panic. Can you imagine anything so ridiculous? A motion picture set thrown into a panic just because a couple of broads are hot for each other." Karen burst into laughter.
"What finally happened?"
"It turned out that the luscious little tomato I was diddling was the daughter of the costume designer who made all the fuss. On top of that she was only 16, so a two million dollar epic almost collapsed on account of one little fuck."
Karen and I both laughed. Then Karen asked, "Ever hear the story about me and Laura Albanobb?"
I knew that Laura Albanobb was an important movie columnist, but I didn't know which story Karen meant.
"What about her?" I asked.
"She was giving me a real hard time in her columns a few months back, so I decided to invite her over to my place one afternoon, just like I did you. I made it a point to be getting out of the shower with only a towel around me when she got there. I tell her I'm sorry and didn't realize it was that late, so I tell her to relax and fix herself a drink while I get into something. I got into one of my most revealing bikinis, then called her into the bedroom to interview me while I'm relaxing on the bed. She's quite a boozer so she keeps drinking away and firing questions to me. I keep switching positions on the bed, especially shifting my legs. Finally I notice her starting to get uncomfortable, squirming in her chair. I ask her if she'd mind rubbing my neck for a second, that it was stiff and sore. She said okay, but seemed nervous about the whole thing. As she sits down on the side of the bed and starts rubbing my neck I can see she's really getting hot. I ask her if she thinks I might need to lose a little weight. She tells me no, she thinks my figure is just right the way it is. As a matter of fact she says it couldn't be any better. I. finally tell her to stop rubbing, and roll over on my back. I ask her to be honest and tell me if my figure does anything for her. She answers by saying she could see how any man would go for me, and if he didn't he'd be a damned fool. By then I decided it was time to get real brazen, so I unstrap my bikini bottom and just lie there a second, asking her if she doesn't think it's absurd how much of a fuss is made over a person's body. I tell her I think it's something beautiful, and not something dirty. She agrees. Then I really make my big move. I reach out and cup her head in my hands, telling her sweetly she can have me if she likes."
"What did she do?"
"She went down on me and ate me. Actually she didn't do a bad job of it either. After she finished she started acting panicky again, starting to mumble about how she not only had never done anything like that before, but had never even thought of it. As the drinks wore off she started acting more scared. Finally she bolted out of my house like she'd eaten a ghost instead of me. Let me tell you, it was a riot. Every time I've seen her since then she's always gone chalk white. When she has the chance she runs away. Tell you something though, she never knocks me in her column anymore. She either makes a point to say something nice or she won't say anything at all."
"You're quite a conniver," I conceded with a grin.
"I saw her at a cocktail party last week. She was there with her. husband. He's such an ugly old bastard she should've been proud to get the chance to fuck with somebody like me. And speaking of fucking, isn't that where we came in?"
We undressed each other cuddled together in bed. Our fleshy breasts made contact, causing my heart to beat faster. Her boobs were firm and lovely like mine. It was a great sensation to rub them together, an intimate contact only two women can know. As my breasts pressed against hers I ran one hand down her leg and rubbed her trim ass with the other. The weekend at Palm Springs proved conclusively that my feelings for Karen were deeper than superficial. I wanted her cunt at least as much as I wanted Gary's cock, and I knew I couldn't have both very long.
CHAPTER TEN
Gary returned from New York the following week and our romance picked up where it left off. Every afternoon or evening was spent in ardent lovemaking with Gary or Karen. The picture was in its final week of shooting when I was abruptly awakened by a late evening call from Gary. He sounded drunk, a rarity for him, and he stressed the urgency of my getting over to his place immediately.
"I'm in the bedroom, Mona, baby," he called upon hearing my footsteps. Gary was sitting on the bed with a drink in his hand, the collar of his white shirt loosened and his green tie hanging limply. Gary's eyes were red and his face drawn.
"I hope nothing's wrong, honey," I said.
"I just had a few belts too many and feel like a good piece of tail. Sit your ass next to me, dreamboat."
His hand was under my dress and lips pressed against mine. I quickly undressed. He pressed his head against my tits and began licking furiously.
"Turn over," he finally said in an uncharacteristically gruff tone, slapping me a stinging blow on the ass for emphasis. I immediately complied. He sunk his cock into my ass with great force.
"Oh, oh," I began to moan in a combined state of pleasure and pain.
"You like that, baby?" He pushed deeper, then began slapping my ass. At first the slaps were light and playful, but they became harder. "How do you like that, baby, how do you like that?"
"A little easier on the slaps," I moaned. Instead of taking my advice Gary began to hit even harder. Then he began pinching. His next move was to remove his belt, thrashing me with it about the thighs and ass as his cock kept pumping.
"Stop it, Gary, you're hurting me." A tone of desperation was beginning to creep into my voice.
"This is just the beginning, Mona," he shouted with wild frenzy. He shocked me by pulling his cock from my ass, grabbing me by the hair and hurling me off the bed onto the floor.
"What's the matter, Gary? Have you gone crazy?" I shouted.
He grinned sadistically. "What's the matter, sweets, can't you take a little sensation?"
"You've never acted this way before. What's got into you?"
Gary gulped down the rest of his drink and jumped to his feet.
"The matter's you, you little slut, you and your girlfriend, Karen Karr."
"What's Karen got to do with us?"
"I thought maybe you'd tell me. I could use a little enlightening. Oh, shit, come off it, Mona. You know what the hell the score is but you were hoping I wouldn't find out. That way you could have everything your own way."
"Have what my own way?"
"Knock off all this bullshit. You and Karen Karr deserve each other. I took both of you out of the whorehouse circuit and gave you a little class. You're both just a pair of prize sluts."
"Shut up, Gary," I said angrily.
He slapped me across the face. "I'll do the shut up telling around here'. You must have thought I was a pretty stupid mother-fucker not to be able to figure out the score. Hell, I heard it about you and Karen weeks ago, but at first I refused to believe it, like an ass. I almost slugged the guy I heard it from. Maybe, Karen, yeah, she'd do something like that, but not Mona. Oh, shit no, not Mona. I've had two private detectives following your every move. I did it, if you'd really like to know, to put the damn rumors to rest for good. I was sure there was nothing to them. That's how big a chump a guy can be. So can you sit here now and tell me this is all a bum beef?"
I shook my head dejectedly. "No, Gary, I'm not going to deny it. It's true. I'm only sorry it had to come out this way. You might not believe this, but I love you and appreciate all you've done for me. I'm sorry I had to fall in love with Karen, too."
He poured himself another drink. "You make me want to puke."
"I'm sorry, Gary, believe me, I'm sorry."
"You're going to be sorrier before you're through. As of now I'm dropping you, the whole works. Your lease on the apartment will be terminated at the end of the month and you're through as a client of mine. To think I was getting ready to marry you! What a laugh! Now get the hell out of here so I can finish getting drunk in peace and quiet."
I left right away. I walked down the deserted street to the nearest pay phone. I got Karen out of bed, asking her to pick me up.
"My poor baby, what happened?" she asked, kissing me on the cheek as I got in the car.
"It's all over, Karen, all over between Gary and me. He found out about us."
"I think it's for the best, darling. Don't worry about a thing. You've got me to take care of you."
"But Bart'll be home next week from location," I said. "You've got your own life to lead and I don't expect you to spend your time looking after me. He was a damned good agent, too. I don't know what I'm going to do. I've got to move, too, at the end of the month."
"First of all, dear, don't worry about Bart. He's a very understanding fellow, that's one of the things that holds our marriage together. I'm going to get you an agent who's one helluva lot better than Gary Phillips. My agent, Nelson Collier. Hell, I know how demanding that son of a bitch Gary can be. Don't I know! I was married to the guy, and the happiest moment of my life was when that divorce decree became final. You didn't double time him for any other guy. All you did was have a little fun with me. It'll all work out for the best, sweetheart. Stop worrying and get happy. I'm glad you called. I'd a lot rather spend the night with you than sleep alone."
We sucked each other a little while, but went off by rubbing our clits together. This time I was on top, matching Karen's beautiful rhythmic motions with my own.
"Gary Phillips doesn't have to think he's the only guy in town who owns an apartment building," Karen said at breakfast as she dabbed a piece of toast in a bowl of jelly. "I have a very close friend who's got a place one helluva lot better than his."
"I don't want to pay a real steep rent."
"Look, baby, if you play your cards right you won't be paying anything at all."
"I'm not interested in that, this time around," I replied grimly.
"Now you know I'm not gonna lead you any blind paths. Don't you trust me?"
I nodded affirmatively. Karen went to the phone and dialed a number.
The phone was in the living room and I didn't want to eavesdrop, so I caught just a few tiny fragments of conversation. Karen rejoined me at the breakfast table.
"Marilyn'll be here in about an hour."
"Marilyn who?"
"Marilyn Rayfield."
"You mean the Marilyn Rayfield?"
"Nobody else," Karen said.
Marilyn Rayfield and her husband, Sonny Dickerson, were two of the hottest names in music. Marilyn was one of the better known rock and roll vocalists while Sonny functioned as her composer and arranger.
Karen continued, "Now take yourself a nice shower and get ready for her."
I put on a pair of Karen's old caprice after taking my shower. I browsed at the morning paper as Karen took hers. She came out in a pair of shorts.
"How long have you known Marilyn?" I asked.
"Off and on around eight or nine years. We were very close before she married Sonny, and we've managed to stay pretty close since. We met when we were in a nightclub scene together in a movie. We both had small parts. One of the girls made a play for Marilyn. She told the girl to knock off that kind of talk, and she meant it, too. I was hot for her the first time I saw her strut that long tall body on the set. I knew I had to play it cool though. She's the most gorgeous looking Negro gal I've ever seen. One night we had dinner together, then went to a bar afterwards. I took her back to my apartment to show her a new outfit I'd bought. I fixed her another drink, and while she was admiring my outfit I was admiring her. She's got the curviest ass I've ever seen, and a pair of knockers that are out of sight. The legs are nice and firm, too. Anyway you'll find out soon enough. I started saying some sweet things to her, about how nice her hair looked and with a figure like hers she'd look great in the same kind of outfit I'd just bought. At first she just kind of laughed. But when I started saying more intimate things she became defensive. Finally I slipped a hand on one of those beautiful tits. She slapped it away and gave me a mean look. I blew my gasket when she called me a dike. That's the one thing that makes my blood boil. I told her not to call me a dike, that I didn't like it. Then I said I was sorry I upset her, but that my feeling for her was genuine in spite of how she might feel about it. She just looked at me. So I put a hand on her shoulder, not in a sexy way, but just to let her know I was her friend."
"Only she didn't take it that way?"
Karen shook her head. "She grabbed my hand and almost broke it in two. Then she slapped me so hard I fell and hit the floor. I shook off the cobwebs and got up. She took another swing when I got into range but I ducked it. I slammed my head into her stomach like a billygoat. It got her angrier, so she kicked out at me. She landed the first one, getting me in the shins and really stinging me. I sidestepped the second one and made her lose her balance. I finally wrestled her to the floor and grabbed her leg, twisting it with all the pressure I could. At first she offered some resistance. Then she started to cry and I could see she was getting weaker and the fight was going out of her."
"And you fucked her after that?"
"No, at least not right away. She just lay there for quite a while. I ran my hand over her hair a few times to try and console her. She started crying again, telling me she was sorry to start a fight with somebody who was so nice to her. She told me ! treated her better than anybody she'd met since she left home and came to Hollywood. She said she appreciated it and wasn't even mad that I wanted her sexually, saying she recognized I was sincere and didn't mean anything dirty. After a few minutes she tells me I can have her if that's what I want. That really got me hot so I unzipped her slacks and pulled them off, then her panties. The poor kid was trembling, didn't know what to expect, so I wanted to make sure I broke her in easy. I was content to move my hand cautiously around her cunt, jacking her off real slow."
"Did she finally shoot?"
"Yes, it didn't take long. I was surprised. After she caught on to what it was all about she started teaching me things I didn't know. Quite a girl, that Marilyn. We lived together almost a year, up until the time she started going with Sonny."
Marilyn arrived a few minutes after Karen finished her story. I found myself instantly drawn to her. She had a jaunty bounce to her walk that, together with the wiggle of her shapely ass, made you want to tear her skirt off and fuck her.
"I've got every one of your albums," I told her.
"Thank you. I've heard a lot about you," she said, flashing a winning smile that was a permanent part of her personality. "I think we'll get along just fine."
"Shall we go to the bedroom for drinks and ... " Karen suggested.
Marilyn and I laughed heartily.
"I'm sure looking forward to some of that good pussy," Marilyn grinned, smacking her lips hungrily. "That stud of mine, Sonny, gives me all the cock I want but I ain't had any cunt since the last time he was out of town, over six months ago."
"He's back East on a concert tour," Karen informed me. "My call was perfect timing."
"Bet your sweet ass," Marilyn chuckled. "Old Sonny's a great guy � one helluva good fuck, too. He's got one of them real long dicks. Great for fucking, but I like a little girl action now and then, too. It's good for the soul."
One quick drink and it was sheet time.
"Lick each other's cunts, lick 'em dry," Marilyn suggested melodiously, getting Karen and me hotter by the moment as we did each other.
"I'm going after Mona's sweet ass while Karen's on her cunt. Oh, baby, you've got a sweet ass, Mona. You're a cunt licker, too, a damned sexy cunt licker."
Karen and I continued working away while Marilyn shifted her efforts from my ass to Karen's. "I want a double order of pussy," she sang erotically.
Marilyn's sexy voice drove me wild. I wiggled my legs and ass sensuously as I reached climax.
"Lemme take over, Karen, baby," Marilyn requested. Karen vacated her position. "You're great eating stuff, real great," Marilyn said. "Umm. Good to the last drop."
I had a burning desire to taste Marilyn and went to work briskly to accomplish my aim.
"Suck my cunt, you little cunt licker," Marilyn chortled, running her fingers over my ass. "Oh, get ready, here comes some of that good juice. Don't swallow it, Mona, sweetie. Give it to Karen in a kiss. Then she'll give it back to me. I'm so stingy today I even want my own juice."
"The word's horny," Karen laughed.
We began our two way juice transfer as Marilyn's load was first passed from my mouth to Karen's, after which it made its way back to the mouth of its maker, who then swallowed it.
Marilyn possessed a stronger voyeuristic tendency than anyone I ever encountered. Not that she didn't like to participate, for she certainly did, but her eyes assumed a certain ecstatic glow whenever she had the opportunity to watch Karen go at it with me, She'd wave her hips and snap her fingers.
"Suck her dry, Mona baby," she encouraged, "suck every drop of that beautiful pussy. Lick it till it shoots like Vesuvius." The words of encouragement also added to my stimulation. Karen was already close to shooting before I went down on her, panting exotically and rubbing my ass with her hands. Before long her juices were in my mouth.
"Karen was telling me you're gonna be needing a place to stay, baby," Marilyn said to me later as we were dressing.
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, I would be just delighted if you'd come over and stay at our place. I'd love to have somebody like you around."
"What would it cost?"
"I wouldn't think of charging you one bloody �cent. I would be worth it to me to have you around there. Like I said, I like to get a little pussy when my husband's away. I don't want to upset him either. After all, sweetie, I am a housewife with two adorable kids. I've had to cool with Karen since my marriage. Right now Sonny's wondering whether there was anything between us, but he's not sure. Don't think Fm trying to take advantage of you. I'm too much of a lady to just bust into your room unannounced. It's just that I'd like to get a little, once in a while. Wouldn't you, sweetie?"
I kissed her warmly on the lips as she stroked my ass.
"Does that answer your question?"
Marilyn smiled. "No more questions, except one. When you wanna move in?"
"I've got till the end of the month, but I'd like to move in as soon as possible."
"Good, then drop in this afternoon and I'll show you around."
"How are you going to keep Sonny from finding out about this?" I asked.
"Don't be silly, baby. I keep the books."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I liked the view at Marilyn's place better than that I'd had at Gary's. Other than that I found the places similar. The first two weeks at Marilyn's we fucked only once, sixty-nine style. She suggested I get in touch with Karen to arrange one more three-way afternoon session before her husband returned from the East the following week.
Karen was clad in that same white bikini she had on the first time I visited her, when Marilyn and I arrived. She was sipping a martini. "Guess what, Bart got back home last night. Come on in and you can say hello to him and his friend."
Following Karen to the bedroom I found Bart James energetically sucking with a handsome, slightly built young man I thought I recognized. They were straddled on their sides, going down on each other.
"Sorry to disturb you, honey," Karen said apologetically, "but I want you to say hello to a couple of friends of mine."
Bart took his friend's cock from his mouth and reluctantly got off the bed, his long rod still throbbing. His friend also got up, his erection as outstanding as Bart's.
"Hello, baby," Marilyn laughed excitedly, kissing Bart on the cheek.
"Hi, Marilyn, so nice to see you "again."
"Bart, you've never met my other friend, Mona Combs."
I extended my hand which he accepted graciously, bowing his head slightly. "So nice to meet you, Mona."
"Thank you," I answered, thrilled by recognition from a screen great. "I've always been a fan of yours."
"Girls, this is Steve," Karen continued. "Steve, Marilyn and Mona."
"Hello, Steve, long time no see," I said. "How's the gang at the club?"
"I haven't been there in months, Mona, I've been caught up in my own picture work," Steve replied. "I guess it's pretty much the same."
Karen smiled wryly. "Well, small world. So you two know each other."
"Look if it's all right, honey, Steve and I would like to finish," Bart told Karen softly, "but there's plenty of room in bed for you girls too if you want to join in. Otherwise, just stick around, fix yourselves a drink and relax. You just happened to catch us in the middle."
Karen tapped Bart on the cheek. "Don't worry that handsome head of yours about it. The girls understand. Just take your time and finish."
"Of course, honey," Marilyn agreed, "and besides, I'd like to watch a little while, anyway."
Bart and Steve resumed their sucking, while Karen fixed us martinis at the bar. Marilyn and I sat down in a thick leather couch to watch the action.
"Suck those cocks, guys," Marilyn encouraged rhythmically, her eyes bright as she watched with animated interest. "Give out with a big load, you cocksuckers."
The men were sucking with equal intensity, Bart with a slower, more methodical motion and Steve with wilder, more uneven strokes.
"Watch those mirrors when they fuck, honey, that's what they're there for," Marilyn laughed, patting me on the knee."
"Mirrors are to watch yourself fuck by. Look at those asses slide, slide, slide. Two beautiful asses too, ain't they."
"Both real nice," I agreed.
"This doesn't do anything for me," Karen chuckled, taking a sip from her martini. "Imagine you two girls getting so worked up just watching a couple of guys suck cock. You act like you're perverted or something."
"Suck it out, suck you cocksuckers, suck," Marilyn chanted as Bart and Steve neared climax. Bart came first, letting out a sigh, followed quickly by Steve.
The men bid us a quick goodbye before hustling to warm showers. I had gotten steamed up watching Bart and Steve and could hardly wait to break loose, jumping on top of Marilyn and running my clit over hers. We did it with perfect rhythm. Meanwhile Karen sucked out my ass, giving me stimulating dual sensations.
"Fuck me, Mona, fuck me, fuck me off," Marilyn encouraged. I loved the line of her long trim legs. Between her encouragement and Karen's talented ass sucking, orgasm came quickly.
"Now I'm gonna get me some kicks," Marilyn said, bouncing her body atop mine, tickling her clit against mine. "Oh, oh, oh, here I come!"
"You two are real eager beavers today," Karen laughed.
Several loads later we rested our tired, sweaty bodies.
"So you worked for Jerry White, huh, baby?" Karen asked me.
"Yeah, for a while."
"You know Terry Mills?"
"Ummhuh, she was the show's star."
"How well you know her?"
"Oh, pretty well."
"I'll bet," Karen laughed.
"Now, Karen, it ain't nice to pry," Marilyn reprimanded.
"What's Steve doing now, Karen?"
"Bart's gotten him some solid contacts. He's a set designer. Bart met him when he was a small time choreographer and took a shine to him. He worked on Bart's last picture."
I became better acquainted with Bart. He had as generous a spirit toward me in his way as Karen did in hers. Both used leverage to get Nelson Collier to represent me. The picture I made with Karen emerged as both a commercial and artistic success. I got some excellent reviews, making it that much easier for Nelson to promote me. I received two solid co-starring roles, in a murder mystery and a western, neither being much artistically. However, they both made money and built up my name. Then Nelson called on me at my apartment one afternoon with startling news.
"I was in the neighborhood, Mona, so I thought I'd drop over and tell you the news in person rather than on the phone," Nelson began. "What kind of news?"
"It's all set, honey, signed, sealed and delivered. The break you've been waiting for. You're starring with Bart James in his next picture. You've got the female lead and second billing."
Working with Bart was an education. A pro of 35, he had been a top leading man for ten years. Considerate as well as talented, he spent much of his time going over scenes with me so I'd be fully prepared when we went before the cameras.
"Nelson Collier called me this morning," Bart informed me during a break our second week of shooting. "He told me to explain something to you."
"What could that be?"
"You know what kind of a stickler he is when it comes to publicity. He's a genius at it, and it's one of the things that's made him a successful agent."
"Oh, something about a story."
"Gimmick's a better word for it. Nelson had a long talk with Karen in his office yesterday afternoon. Seems her popularity's been dropping quite a bit in recent months. He said mine's dropped a shade too, so he came up with a scheme to get us in the limelight along with you. He said you need it too, if you're going to get to the top. He's going to have some stories spread about us having a romance during the picture. Karen's going to come out of it all looking like the gracious Bart lit a cigarette and took a long puff before continuing. "He hoped you'd understand, but he said if you were sore or had real serious misgivings about the whole thing, you could call him tonight and he'd get together with you to discuss it further. Well, how do you feel about it?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "As long as it's okay with you and Karen and doesn't hurt anybody. Nelson knows what he's doing."
"I've always thought stuff like this was stupid," Bart said unemotionally, "but I guess that's show biz."
The film had a gala premiere, with Bart escorting Karen and me, one on each arm.
The picture proved to be one of Bart's more successful, and I was eagerly touted as one of Hollywood's most exciting new discoveries. I exuded new confidence, even going so far as to take Karen's advice and learn to drive, I went out and bought a Rolls Royce of my own. I got a call from Nelson late one morning asking me to come to an important conference at two the following afternoon. I was surprised to find Karen and Bart waiting in the office when I arrived.
Nelson eased out of his red swivel chair, turning his back to us momentarily as he gazed out his picture window toward the busy Sunset Boulevard traffic eleven floors below. Like Gary Phillips, he had white hair, but there the similarity ended. Nelson was close to 60, a veteran in the entertainment industry. He was a skinny man, exuding nervous demeanor behind his thick glasses, while his face displayed lines of wear and tear induced by tensions in the industry.
"I don't really know how to start but I've got something that's got to be said." Nelson stopped long enough to take out his handkerchief and blow his nose. "I consider you three people among my dearest friends, not to mention lucrative clients. What I've decided to ask of you is something I came to after a lot of thought. Mona and Bart, you made a hit together as a love team. I'm negotiating with several producers right now to use you together in a new film. Karen's career has had a few problems lately, but all than can be changed with one box office smash. Anyway, this was the conclusion I reached for the benefit of all of you. The public took to Mona and Bart, and my sources tell me that the publicity campaign about the possible romance helped. Karen, unfortunately the public just never took to you and Bart on the screen together. So here's what I thought. The strategic move would be to capitalize on the whole situation by having Karen divorce Bart and Bart marry Mona."
"How could you suggest something like this?" Karen cried sorrowfully, tears forming in her eyes. "I know you arranged the marriage, Nelson, but I've gotten used to having Bart around. He's so sweet to me. He's a good cook, helps me with errands and loves to sew."
"But, darling, try to see it from Nelson's point," Bart intervened mildly. "Besides, it's not like I'll be dropping out of your life entirely. You and Mona are good friends and we'll be seeing each other all the time."
"There's one thing about this that really bothers me," I said with concern. "I can see the possibility of Karen benefiting from sympathy publicity, and that's great. I'm all for helping her. But I'm afraid people might start hating Bart and me. If that happened the whole thing would backfire."
"I'm way ahead of you, Mona," Nelson said with assurance. "I've checked out all the Hollywood precedents I could find. I found that there was a lot of hate directed at the new couple in the beginning. But other people would stick up for them. So what you had was a controversy, and controversies sell tickets, baby. Then after the controversy dies down you're both that much better established. As for Karen, being jilted is only the beginning. After the sympathy gimmick has been exhausted, we use the good old question mark scheme. The sex goddess is free, so who'll be her next passionate romance? The publicity'll do her a world of good."
"I'm not so sure about that," Karen disagreed. "Look, Nelson, you've gone to great lengths to create an image of me. I can see that image being destroyed if my husband leaves me for another woman, particularly one who's young and beautiful."
"Anything in this business is a gamble," Nelson replied. "Mona's going up right now but one or two bad pictures and the story would be different. You and Bart have been on top quite a while, but right now your careers could use boosts. Nobody can predict with complete certainty in this business, but my batting average in this town is one of the best, otherwise I wouldn't be so successful today."
"Nelson is the shrewdest agent in the business," Bart said, "and I trust him. We all should. He had a lot to do with making us successes."
I had given much thought during my life to the man I would marry and Bart James was a prize catch. The circumstances, however, were far short of ideal. Never in my wildest dreams would I have visualized my marriage discussed in a coldly logical dollar and cent proposition in which considerations such as love and compatibility played no part whatever.
Nelson decided our interests would best be served if Karen obtained a quick Reno divorce. That would be immediately followed by my elopement to Las Vegas with Bart. Both provisions were carried out expeditiously. Bart and I were married at a Las Vegas club with Nelson and Steve standing in as witnesses. Bart, Steve and I boarded a plane after the ceremony for a Hawaiian honeymoon. Steve traveled in disguise, following us, and his companion was the heartbroken divorcee, Karen, who checked in with him wearing a disguise of her own. After checking in, the four of us got together in our honeymoon suite.
"Oh, it's so good to be able to kiss and make up with the woman who stole my husband away," Karen laughed, throwing her arms around me and kissing my lips.
Bart and Steve picked up the cue immediately, unzipping each other's trousers and stroking cock with slow, deliberate motions.
"What do you say we cut the preliminaries short," Karen suggested, "and get on with the honeymoon. Marriage is a time of great joy."
The guys finished stripping first, jumping into bed and occupying one side of it with Steve quickly going down on the groom. After undressing I lay on the bed awaiting Karen, who walked over to the table and removed two dildos from her suitcase, smiling mischievously as she joined me in bed.
"Honeymoon special coming up," she announced. "Strap this one on, honey." While I was strapping one on myself, Karen was putting on the other.
"I'll drive mine up your cunt and you drive yours up my ass," Karen said. It felt great to be receiving hers in my cunt and thrusting mine into her lovely ass. We were burning on all cylinders, erupting in sexual fire. The pace quickened to such an extent I thought we were going to upend the bed. Bart was now fucking Steve up the ass and blowing him at the same time.
"Fuck me, bride, fuck me, you beautiful bride," Karen panted to me.
"Suck it off, Bart, babe," Steve encouraged. "Fuck it off, Bart, babe."
"This time let's eat each other," I suggested to Karen after all four parties had shot once. "We're good for another good load."
"Is that your honeymoon request?" Karen laughed. "Can't disappoint a newlywed now, can we?"
"Lick my dick for me, Steve," Bart said, "and that'll be my honeymoon request. I might even lick yours too."
By the time our one week honeymoon concluded everyone had shed enough juice to drown an amphibian squadron.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Karen kept the Beverly Hills mansion, under the divorce terms. Bart and I moved into a picturesque home high in the Hollywood Hills. Bart and I shared our king-sized bed democratically, as we had on the Hawaiian honeymoon. Karen and I continued our affair, dividing our meetings between her place and mine. Once in a while, when Sonny was safely out of town, Marilyn Rayfield would join us for a nifty three-way fuck. Initially Bart confined his sex activity almost exclusively to Steve. Then Bart began entertaining groups of new people I had never seen before.
"I haven't seen "Steve in quite a while," I remarked one evening to Bart.
"He's getting married next month. Seems real sold on the girl too."
"Anybody we know?"
"Some girl he's- known since way back when he was a choreographer at a night club. A dancer by the name of Terry Mills." The news shocked me, but I decided to reveal nothing. "I hope he's happy. You seemed very fond of Steve."
"That's the way it goes. I wish him luck. He's really moving up. They're considering him for associate producer on a new television series."
The number of new men Bart brought around the house skyrocketed by the week. Most of them would visit only once, very few ever returned.
One afternoon Bart had about a dozen men in the bedroom. My curiosity aroused, I peeked in on them. Bart was taking them on in a grand fashion, sucking one after the other. It reminded me of the time that now appeared an eternity ago, when I took on five guys in Melissa Franklin's bam.
Bart left to do a picture on location while I did one in Hollywood. It was summer before he returned. Both of us enjoyed swimming and made maximum use of our pool. I couldn't help but admire his sexy build. Well over six feet tall, he had a huge chest, broad shoulders and powerful arms. He had brown, wavy hair and a boyish look that would probably remain with him forever.
One afternoon as we enjoyed a swim together my tits accidentally brushed against his leg as I swam past. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a bulge in his trunks. I began observing him more carefully during our afternoons by the pool. I began to notice him occasionally get a hard-on as I lay sprawled on the deck in a bikini.
Bart began to drink more frequently. When he wasn't drinking he was often morose. In the evenings after dinner he got into the custom of drinking considerable amounts, then talking candidly to me in the manner of a brother to older sister.
"I don't know, if things had worked out a little different I might have wound up screwing with women," he revealed one evening as I was reading a book.
"What's that, Bart?" I asked, closing the book to find out if I'd heard right.
"I said I really don't mind women. Maybe if things had been different I would be screwing with them. You see Mona, Mom and Dad were divorced when I was real young. Mom babied me and I think I got a little too tender for my own good when I was a kid. Later they were after me to football in high school. I did, not because I really wanted to but because they expected it of me. It all seemed kind of senseless to me, but I learned how to do it and got to where I could do it pretty good. I was kind of a loner on the team. Most of the guys were crude, always talking about how they were fucking different girls. I was kind of scared around girls. There was a young guy in my class, just a little guy, who got to be my closest buddy. He was kind of a loner too, just like me. He was a good-looking kid. We got to be good friends. One day we were in the shower room by ourselves so we took out our cocks and jerked each other. Next thing I knew I was going over to his house when his folks were gone and he was sucking me off. Later I started sucking him off too. He was my only real close friend in high school."
"What about college?"
"At college I got to be close friends with a halfback who shared lockers with me and was my roommate for road games. We used to suck cock and fuck each other up the ass. After I got out of college I got a call from a movie producer who said he saw me play football. He wanted to see me about the possibility of a part in a picture."
"You get the part?"
"I finally did, but not till after quite a hassle. It was one of those jungle pictures and he said he needed a lot of big muscular guys. He kept going on about what a great build I had. He kept dropping hints that I caught on to, as naive as I was at the time. Anyway he told me to drop over to his house that same night."
"Oh, that pitch."
"The guy was really weird. After I got through being interviewed I ran into a guy outside the office. He was a young, husky guy too, there for a part. So he gives me the lowdown on this guy that he got from his agent. He tells me this producer's got three grown kids. The poor guy had lost his wife two years earlier and it broke him up real bad. Next thing anybody knew he turned gayer than hell. The young guy painted the whole picture for me, telling me the producer liked to do war pictures, westerns, anything that gave him a chance to use a lot of young guys with big cocks. He couldn't even get a hard-on himself, so what he liked to do was get a whole flock of guys together at his place and suck them until they came. Then he'd tell them to fuck each other while he watched. If he didn't get your load you didn't work, it was that simple."
"And he got yours that night?"
"Yeah, but I almost didn't make it. At first, I was so nervous I couldn't get hard. But this young guy I talked to earlier that day was there and I liked him, so with him jacking me off I got hard enough so the old man could blow me. After that, every guy in the joint stuck his cock up my ass and I did the same to them. Was my hole ever sore by the time I left! I could hardly walk for a week. I got the part though, and the producer came to like me so well he used me in some of his other pictures, giving me bigger parts every time. He told some of his friends about me too. He said he had a well hung boy they'd really go bats over, so I got quite a bit of work that way. That's how I got my early breaks."
"How about Karen? Did you ever feel any attraction for her when you two were married?"
"She was always joking about our marriage, calling it a marriage of mutual convenience. There were times when my dick would get hard for her, usually when she was undressed. One night she came home kind of drunk and said she wanted to fuck me. I figured she was joking. But she kept saying it, so I started getting hot. She took off her clothes and I reached over to kiss her. 'Don't be an asshole, I said fuck not kiss' she told me, in kind of a nasty tone. Then she got out that goddamned dildo of hers and asked me if she could stick it up my ass."
"Did you let her?"
"Yes, I did. I was hurt and disappointed too. I let her have her kicks. I never felt attracted to her in any way after that � not in any sexual way. A couple of other times after that when she was drunk she asked if she could fuck me."
"You're attracted to me, aren't you?" I asked, strangely excited by the whole story he had told. "It's all pretty confusing right now, but I think I am."
I walked over to the chair where he was sitting and planted a long sensuous kiss on his lips. "You feel anything?"
"Mona, I think I do!"
"Let's go to the bedroom."
He had no erection at the moment, but I figured that I could change that.
I stroked his cock and kissed his lips as sensuously as I knew how. I was as ready as I've ever been in my life, but he still wasn't hard.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm awfully sorry," he apologized after I had spent several minutes desperately trying to work him up by sucking him. "I think I must have had too much to drink. You're the first girl I'd really like to make it with, but I just can't get a hard-on."
I put my tongue inside his mouth and we kissed. "Then would you eat me, baby?" I asked.
He went down between my legs and began sucking my cunt. He gave me a beautiful suck job, but he still couldn't get hard enough to fuck me.
"Give me another chance in the morning, will you, Mona?" he begged.
In the morning, Bart woke up with a morning hard-on. Suddenly I had an idea. "Listen, Bart," I said. "Fuck me in the ass, and imagine you're doing it to a guy. Maybe that way you'll get used tome."
Bart jumped at the idea. I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me and pumped his magnificent rod in and out of my asshole. He sure knew how to fuck an ass! He gave me a feeling that was a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain. I could feel his cock throb inside my hole, as I helped him along by wiggling my ass sensuously.
"Wonderful, Mona, wonderful and beautiful," he said, as he came in me.
I didn't try to rush him. For the next few days I let him fuck me whenever he wanted, but always in the ass. We did a lot of talking, between fucks, about our future, about wanting a family, and things like that.
One night' I got especially hot, and ! decided that the time had come to put the whole thing to a test. I told Bart that I wanted him to fuck my cunt.
"Shove it up me, honey," I told him. "I really want it, and I know you can give it to me!"
For a minute, Bart looked scared. I built him up by sucking his cock wildly, and fingering his asshole. He got hard very quickly, which was a good sign. I sprawled on my back and spread my legs wide, offering him my cunt. He got on top of me, and guided his prick into my cunt. I contracted my cunt muscles, to give his cock a good feeling. He started pumping it into me, and I helped him along in every way I could.
I played with his ass and his balls, and he panted with delicious excitement. I was excited too, to think that I was the first woman that he was really fucking and enjoying.
I could feel his body tense, as though he was building up to shoot. My excitement mounted too, and we went at it as though we were the first people in the world to discover fucking. I realized that I really loved Bart, and he loved me. It was a beautiful experience, particularly when we both shot almost simultaneously.
Karen called several times during the week Bart and I discovered each other sexually. I contrived excuses to get myself temporarily off the hook, knowing I was only postponing the inevitable. I knew now that I wanted to fuck only with my husband, with no outside interests male or female. I phoned Karen one afternoon when Bart was out.
"I'd like to see you, Karen."
"I'm ready anytime, baby, you know that. Your place or mine?"
"Your place. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Wow, you must be as hot as me."
When I got to Karen's place she was wearing that sexy white bikini that never failed to stimulate me. She was lying on the bed when I arrived. She sat up and threw her arms around me, tongue kissing me. I broke her grip and withdrew. "What the hell's bugging you?" she asked with annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Karen, but I came to talk, not fuck."
"Sure as hell must be damned important."
"It is. It's about Bart and me and our marriage."
Karen slapped a hand on her thigh and burst into laughter. "That's a good one, baby! I think we both could use a drink." She sauntered briskly to the bar to mix some martinis.
"Thanks, but not for me."
"Okay, okay. God, but you're touchy today. What's got into you?"
"As I was saying when you laughed, Karen, it's about Bart and me and our marriage. You and I � our affair � is over, Karen. From now on it's only me and Bart." My heart beat rapidly as I finished my disclosure.
"Ah, hell," Karen laughed cynically, "next thing you know, you're going to tell me that he's been fucking you."
"Karen, please."
"Has you knocked up, sweetie?"
"Stop it Karen," I shouted.
"Are you just playing a practical joke or is this whole thing on the level?"
"I've been trying to tell you it's on the level. I'm not pregnant yet but I hope to be soon. We want a family."
Karen burst into rage. "That damned Bart, that's one son of a bitch I thought I could trust. I thought I could trust you too. I can't believe you'd go straight. Bart's just a clever fag, trying to use you for the good of his career, and you're a stupid little bitch if you can't see through it,"
"He's a man now, and I've helped to make him one," I said proudly to Karen. "Even if you weren't able to!"
"Don't give me any more of your sermons," Karen shouted angrily. "You ungrateful little bitch!"
"Call me that again, and I'll break you in two!"
Suddenly I saw an incredible change come over Karen. The hostility disappeared from her face and her voice. She stared at me silently for a moment or two. In her eyes, I could see an admiration for me, despite her knowledge and realization that she had lost me to Bart.
When she spoke, her voice was controlled and friendly.
"Then this is really it?" she said. "It's really there between you and Bart? The real thing? Love?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm sorry, Karen. Sorry for you, I mean. I'm very happy for myself."
"Of course you are, honey," she said. "In a way, I'm happy for you too. And I'm not even sorry for myself. I'll get along. And if it doesn't work out for you and Bart, you've always got me."
"Thanks, Karen," I said. "But I'm sure it will work. We both want it to, so much!"
"Mona ... "
"Yes?"
"How about us having one last fuck, just to end things up nicely."
To tell the truth - although I didn't indicate that to Karen � I was tempted. "No, Karen," I said finally, "that wouldn't be fair to Bart."
Besides, I had a terrible headache. The whole emotional scene with Karen had given me a throbbing migraine.
"Good-bye, Mona," she said huskily.
I left her place for the last time. My relationship with Karen had been supercharged from beginning to end, starting with a bloody nose and ending with a migraine headache ...
Bart and I were rewarded in our wish for a family. We now have two little boys and a girl, who keep me happily occupied. Bart has turned out to be an ideal husband in every way.
Karen, I am sorry to say, has not been as fortunate. After our break-up, she started drinking very heavily. Then she got herself in another jam like the one in Madrid by fucking a pretty little extra girl in a dark corner of the studio sound stage. The girl talked, and Karen had to pay plenty to keep the story out of the papers. A short time later, she was fired from a picture after a violent argument with the director. Then she seemed to drop of sight for a while. I next heard about her when she married Norman Gilbert, her wealthy friend who owned the "Royal Spa" in Palm Springs.
About three weeks ago, Bart and I were enjoying a little holiday in Palm Springs. At a restaurant one evening, a familiar voice greeted us.
"Hello!" Norman Gilbert called out happily from a nearby table. "Won't you join us?" Karen, sitting beside him smilingly seconded his invitation. She was a few pounds heavier than the last time I had seen her, but she still looked radiantly happy and sexy.
"You're looking stunning," Karen complimented me.
"Thank you, Karen. You're looking great yourself."
"I always make sure I do," she said. She winked at a bright-eyed young waitress who passed our table. While Bart and Norman were talking, Karen leaned over to me, put a hand on my knee, and whispered, "How about you and me and that cute little waitress getting together tonight at my place? Just to relive old times."
I looked at Karen, and I felt sorry for her. She was still on the old rat race, while I had found real happiness. No need for waitresses, or extra girls � or even Karen � while I had Bart to fuck me silly any time I wanted it!
