Interview with Bonnee du Bomb by the Publisher taped March 1969
Q. Bonnee, what made you start writing about sex?
A. I suppose the fact that I was raped at age ten by my uncle had a lot to do with the early development of a precocious interest in sex, as well as a skepticism of it. Also, of course, there is the fact that I have six younger brothers and sisters whom I am putting through school now that my father is dead. Fortunately, my mother has enough money from the insurance so that she is able to handle things comfortably.
Q. You have a strong kinship with your family.
A. Oh, yes, indeed. My family used to be of the French aristocracy but during the last fifty years, the family has lost most of its wealth. So, that's why I'm a writer rather than one of the idle rich.
Q. Which is more important, Bonnee, sex or money?
A. Well, I would say sex; but then, to have what you want in sex often requires money! Q. You pay for sex!
A. No, of course not. My family hasn't fallen that far! But, what I mean is that to meet the right sexual partners, one has to be free to travel, free to meet up with adventure, and, when one finds the right mate, one has to be free to spend time with him, both in and out of bed. Bed is very important. I don't think the older generation understood that fact and, thus, divorce became increasingly the only point of compromise on which all would agree.
Q. Do you feel that religion has hindered man's knowledge of sex?
A. Well, I wouldn't like to say that God is against sex; but, I think one has to admit that religion as an institution has been symbolic of the type of non-scientific attitude which for centuries has kept man shackled to soils that don't produce good crops, machines that break down too soon, etc., etc. That is, I believe in God and religion, but I don't think most religious institutions are necessarily correct in their authoritative decision that sex is wrong. As far as I remember, I think it was Christ who listened to the prostitute and his peers who persecuted and stoned her. I guess religion has diverged a bit from the humane thinkers who originally created the various philosophies. But, I'm not pessimistic. I feel that just as I have used my creativity to solve my personal and financial problems, so religious leaders will figure out some way to reconcile religion and sex so that one can enjoy both.
Q. I know, Bonnee, that you don't want to reveal too much about your personal life and identity, but, I was wondering if our readers could find out whether you are married and a mother.
A. Oh, well, I guess I can reveal that. Actually, I plan to marry in a couple of months. But, frankly, at age 26, I'm just not sure whether or not I'll get to the altar this time. It's my sixth attempt. You see, love is one thing, but marriage is still a man's world. I know perfectly well that women have learned how to make marriage pay off in alimony, but, of course, that isn't the type of solution all modern women wish. After all, now that I am earning a good living off my books, I really would be silly to marry just to get alimony. If I keep up with my writing, I can make the alimony myself and not bother with the bitterness of the marriage!
Q. But, surely, romance must play a part? That is, haven't you even fallen so madly in love, you couldn't resist marriage?
A. Well, falling madly in love and marriage are two different things! I've fallen madly in love with many men, to the point where neither I nor they could resist falling into bed and having sex. But, frankly, marriage does present problems to a woman who has had many, many lovers. For instance, I can't be sure I'm going to be faithful to anyone; after all, I know too much about sex to think that my husband would be entirely faithful; thus, shouldn't I have the same rights? Society says, of course, no; but then, that is probably why I won't ever get to the altar. I feel that, basically, I am very honest; since I don't intend to be an angel from age 26 on, I shouldn't bother taking any oaths. Of course, being honest, does have its problems. I mean, in the modern world too much honesty can make one hated! Of course, as a sex novelist I find hate is something of a common phenomenon; and for everyone who hates my views, I find five who like them. So, what's more important, a small group of prigs, or a large sea of fish!
Q. In what way do people express their hatred of you, Bonnee?
A. Well, of course, few people know who I really am, so most of the hate comes in the form of letters, and, it really isn't important, you know. I mean, occasionally, if I am depressed, it depresses me still more to have someone write in telling me that God hates my soul, and, that I'm going to burn forever in hell. Of course, the other form of hate, is when men write me letters telling me that they'd like to fuck me real good and that if I meet them at such and such a bar or alley, they'll show me what a real cock is like. I mean, really, I would hope my books might at least convey enough sensitivity so that men would imagine a dinner at a good restaurant might be the right type of invitation; and, even then, I don't know whether or not I'd go to bed with him; after all, what ever happened to the days when a man had to have other adventurous qualities besides an erect cock.
Q. What about drugs, Bonnee?
A. Well, frankly, the only trip I took was just before I dropped my sixth wedding-to-be. I mean, during the trip, I looked at myself in the mirror, and, I said: "Bonnee, you shouldn't be getting married. You have so much vitality. It will all disappear and you will become like a cow if you get married; so, it was a marvelous trip in the sense that now I look back on it, and I realize I made a wise decision in not getting married; but, insight has a peculiar authority to it! I'm going to try drugs as soon as I get back to France; but, right now, I'm still feeling my way around, in that area!
Q. Bonnee, I'd like to discuss the literary merits of your sex novels for a few minutes. A. Well, this is quite a change! Finally, I am getting a chance to talk about the literary quality of my sex novels. For a long time people used to think I was just a fuck writer; but, you are right, there are literary merits in my novels.
Q. Didn't you take a big chance in trying to bring serious, realistic topics into the sex novel?
A. Yes and no. In the early stages, some publishers frowned on what I was doing, and, then, I would have to hack out a piece of junk; so, finally, we would compromise: one good novel, one piece of junk; it got so that I always sold not one novel, but two novels or nothing; since then, things have been changing; sex is not regarded by the young people as a "sinful" topic; and so, with the idea of sex being evil dropping by the wayside, people are beginning to be curious about: what is good about sex? Why isn't it a sin?
Q. Is that the theme of Make Love ?
A. I would say so. I mean Lillian is torn between two men: Billy who is sensually right for her, and Leonard who has money arid power but no love. Sarah, on the other hand, has found the right man for her, Rocky; but Rocky doesn't want to have to support and be responsible for anyone. So I would say the real theme is: a modern woman is free to think about her mates and to act accordingly; but, the freedom of choice doesn't solve everything; a woman still has to face the fact that not all men are equal and some have faults, others have virtues and many have a little of both. So, I would say that the real meaning of Make Love is that in the old days society pretty much forced a woman to marry only the type of man that her father was like, etc. Now, a woman is more free in being able to marry above or below her station; and, Make Love means figuring out which of the more numerous choices is right for oneself.
Q. Do you feel that your books are pornographic?
A. Well, you know, the word pornographic comes from the old Greek and means: to write about prostitutes! So, I would say, Make Love is definitely not pornographic, but, the Teachings of Christ are as I mentioned earlier Christ did take time out to make his sympathy toward prostitutes part of world literature!
Q. Are any of your other books pornographic?
A. I would say everything I write about is realistic in one way or another. Life, human life, as the philosopher Kierkegaard said: "Human life needs variety." So, that is what I have done. I put a little sex, a little romance, a little economics, a little politics, a little housekeeping, a little this and a little that. I would say that I am more like a cook or a chef rather than a hack.
Q. Well, thank you very much, Bonnee, for this interview and I hope we can include further interviews in the introductory pages to your books in the future.
A. Marvelous. I really love to talk, you know; and, by the time I come back to New York again, I should know all about drugs.
Q. Fine, Bonnee. Fine.
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CHAPTER 1
Children all over the land were sitting in front of their television sets listening to the ventriloquist, Herman, and his talking puppet Melville. Melville little boy, painted face was smiling and beaming forth across the television set, and the middle aged and graying Herman was holding Melville in his arms.
"Well, Melville, time to say good-bye." Herman told the painted boy. "Do you have anything you want to say to all the boys and girls across America before we go off the air?"
Melville wiggled and snickered and his face beamed brightly in the television tubes. "Yes, indeed I do." Melville said, and then he winked brightly." There is too much sadness in the world."
"There certainly is." Herman agreed, looking pathetic.
"Yes. That's why I tell all my friends, smoke marijuana. And don't make war, make love. Get High On Grass and Fuck. That's all for now. Good-bye, Herman."
Herman was grumbling and fumbling. He nearly dropped Melville. "Ah, a ... ah." Herman said, horrified at what his puppet had said without his having put the words in his mouth.
"Don't keep us on the air forever, Herman. Say good-bye." Melville warned, smiling, wincing, beaming forth across the television sets.
"Very well, Melville. Good-bye. And good-bye to all you out there." Herman said, trying to smile. After all, they were still on the air! Perhaps Herman had merely imagined that Melville had advised fucking and smoking marijuana!
"Good-bye, Good-by. Good-bye." Melville repeated and repeated as the closing music of the show sounded forth, and the technicians brought the show through its final seconds of playing time.
Although Melville and Herman had been allowed to finish their show, that was merely because everybody was so shocked across the land, that it took minutes for the force of reality to filter through the shock. But when recognition of what Melville had said about fucking and pot came through, people were calling in the television station by the thousands. The switchboards became so overcrowded that people slammed down their phones in disgust, and putting on their coats and jackets, they set out to go to the television station and protest in person!
The police were alerted, and small squads of patrol cars drove to the television station and tryed to keep the quickly gathering mob from breaking into the studio and heading for the office of the station's president.
Meanwhile the president of the television station, Mr. Boswell, and the sponsor of the show, Mr. Handy of Port Hole Cigarettes, were both gathered in the manager's office, and they were, all three of them, brow beating Herman for what filthy and obscene and illegal words he had put in the mouth of his dumb puppet Melville.
Mr. Convention, the manager of the station, began the attack.
"Herman, we've known each other for a long time. I've put up with your drinking, your women, your eccentricities, your latenesses, but this THIS-THIS ... ." Mr. Convention fumbled for words ... ."This total disregard for the safety of our innocent children ... this is toooooo much. I'm going to let the legal forces throw you in jail and throw away the key. I won't defend such flagrant misuse of television air space."
"That's right!" Mr. Boswell, president of the station said, coldly, irrevocably.
"And Port Hole Cigarettes is going to sue the station and you personally Herman and your stupid puppet Melville." Mr. Handy of the candy cigarette company complained, "It's bad enough we had to fight for years so that we could advertise our candy licorice and peppermint stick cigarettes on a children's show. But then to have this ... this ... meaningless slip of the tongue ... ."
"Meaningless, indeed!" Mr. Convention uttered. "Let us not be stupid, gentlemen. Where evil events occur, a secret motive exists!" And Mr. Convention paused, letting his partners in business gather round, anxious for his next statement.
"Well ... Well." Mr. Handy said, waiting, waiting.
"Gentlemen!" Mr. Convention said, solemnly, looking this over, pitiably. "I suspect that Herman has been paid by one of our rival station. I suspect and accuse Herman of conspiring to get our license, our license of broadcasting, taken away from us."
"No!" was the most Mr. Handy of Port Hole Cigarettes could utter.
"Yes! I believe you're right, Mr. Convention." Mr. Boswell president of the firm said. "I'm beginning to see the whole thing now in its proper perspective."
And saying these things, they now looked at the guilty and frightened Herman, with his wild and flying gray hair, and his bulbous red face and his meek but heavy white teeth and his blue eyes that looked aggressive like a Bowery ass and meek like a ass who has been turned down by the person he has approached.
"Well, Herman!" they all said, together. Herman shrugged his shoulders, helpless like a clown. "I don't know anything about it." Herman said, weakly. "Melville always asks first before he says something. But this time he just talked all by himself."
"Don't be mad, boy!" Mr. Convention boomed. "How could a dumb puppet face with a straw body talk! It's you, Herman, There's something wrong with your mind. Either you're insane, or you're a crook paid by our rival firms. There are ways to find out the truth, Herman." Mr. Convention warned, his mind turning on violently throwing Herman over to the police and legal prosecution.
"Yes, sir." was all Herman could say, as he continued to stand there, meekly.
"And put that dummy back in his suitcase!" Mr. Boswell warned.
"Oh shut up, all of you!" Melville shouted, his big bright eyes moving in their wooden sockets, and his big wooden smile breaking forth.
"You hear, gentlemen. He talks without me." Herman said, excited that this was happening right before their eyes.
"Yes, that's true." Melville said, smiling. "I'm not just a straw boy. I'm very bright. Now take me to the local brothel, I want to ball some chicks."
"Get on the phone and call the police." Mr. Handy ordered Mr. Boswell. "We need police protection."
"Nonsense. It's all Herman's work. He's discovered some way to continue his ventriloquism so that not even the slightest quiver of his lips occurs. It's a great discovery. But I'm afraid the filth of Herman's mind makes this new discovery unworkable. Herman, you and your puppet are fired!" Mr. Boswell stated, pompously.
"Don't get too bold, Boswell. You don't want the world to know you fuck boys." Melville said, winking brightly.
"What! Mr. Boswell, are you a homosexual!" Mr. Handy of Port Hole Cigarettes asked in horror.
"Nonsense." Mr. Boswell said, simply. "The puppet's crazy."
"I knew this would all come out one day." Mr. Convention exclaimed. "Let's not deceive ourselves, gentlemen! Mr. Boswell is a great man, but he does have tendencies. We must be careful. We must stop hedging around the bush."
"Now you're talking Mr. Convention." Melville said.
"Very well," Mr. Convention continued, delighted that Melville was respecting him. "Now how much do we have to pay in order to protect Mr. Boswell's reputation. And don't make it too high. For we're honest men, and the patience of honest men has its limit."
"You don't have to pay anything." Melville said. "All you have to do is accept my apology for what I said on the air, and I promise that I will never again say anything out of place on the air ever again. You see, I am still young and I have only begun to speak on my own. I haven't learned to be hypocritical. I still say what I think is the truth. I haven't learned to hesitate, pause, and speak discreetly."
"I understand perfectly." Mr. Convention said. "But you do understand now, don't you, that you must be discreet."
"Explicitly. Explicitly." Melville answered.
"Marvelous! Marvelous! And you won't mention to anyone that Mr. Boswell has tendencies?"
"Absolutely not!" Melville said, winking so as to seal the pact.
"Well, now that that's over with!" Mr. Convention said, relieved that all was coming back to normal.
"But what about the reputation of the show. It's ruined you know." Mr. Handy said. "Port Hole cigarettes can't possibly sponsor a show which has shown such massive irresponsibility."
"Oh, don't be silly." Mr. Convention said. "Scandals always happen and they always get forgotten. Besides, this isn't a scandal."
"What was it then?" Mr. Boswell asked, still annoyed that his homosexuality had been brought out into the open.
Mr. Convention paused. "It was a joke. Yes. That's what it is! We were trying to have a little joke. And wasn't it funny! Ha-ha! Ha-ha."
"Very well, suppose I open this door and we can tell the press and the police that it was all a joke!" Mr. Boswell said bitterly.
"Now, just a minute, Mr. Boswell. We mustn't be too hasty with the truth. As Melville has correctly understood, one must be discreet." Mr. Convention warned.
"Very well, let's be discreet." Mr. Boswell said, convinced that Mr. Convention would soon discover that scandal is more serious than he was willing to admit.
"I must remind you gentlemen that my wife, Hortense, is the wife of our dear governor. Now that's an important ace card."
"But Mr. Convention, let me remind you that your wife is suing you for a divorce because of adultery." Mr. Boswell said, gleefully. "You have talked with eloquent indignation about my homosexuality, but let us not forget how much money we have had to invest in the stock of this newspaper and that so that your divorce proceedings would not appear with text and photographs!"
"I'm perfectly aware of the debt I owe the station for helping me out of my difficulties and misfortunes. But the fact remains Bos that I am a master in the art of love, and instead of choosing flimsy youthful athletes of no importance and ephemeral meaning, I have chosen Lillian Amsterdam as my mistress. Now let's be honest, Lillian is one of the richest women in the world, especially after her divorce from the mustard and pickle king comes through. She made a fortune off of her earlier divorces from the tin king, the hamburger stand tycoon, and the Wall Street magnate. So, it isn't as though I'm as without influential connections as, say, you yourself are, Bos!"
"I have connections." Mr. Boswell stated.
"But not sexual. Believe me, in business you can't trust anybody you don't have stuck in a fuck. Fucking is a basic animal need, and it's the only instinctual community faculty that still operates in our machine age. Why! both Lillian Amsterdam and my wife, Hortense, would gladly influence the financiers in their circle if merely I drop by and fuck, wine and dine each of them."
"That should give you a good case of indigestion." Mr. Boswell said, disgustedly.
"But it will save the station. By tomorrow morning, gentlemen, the newspapers and all the radio and TV broadcasters will be saying 'Ho-Ho-Ho! What fun we had on its little children's show yesterday afternoon!' And they will all say it was a joke. That is how thoughtfully the net will be drawn around their licenses. Anyone who gets out of line will get blacklisted. We all know how that works."
"Very well, Connie." Mr. Boswell said. 'Connie' was his nickname for Mr. Convention.
"Agreed, Mr. Handy?" Mr. Convention asked.
"Well, if you're sure you can make it all appear to have been a simple charming joke."
"I guarantee it, my dear sir."
"Well, then I guess we'll continue sponsoring the show. But I don't think Herman and Melville should be allowed on the show again. We must look for another ventriloquist."
"No! No! No!" Mr. Convention shouted, pumping his finger against Mr. Handy's thick chest. 'That's just the point, my dear man. We must continue with Herman and Melville as if nothing has happened. As though we are pleased with them for having put their little joke on the air."
"I don't know. I don't know about that!" Mr. Handy said, looking suspiciously at Herman who was gazing up at the ceiling, pretending to be so, oh so, innocent.
"But you do know", repeated Mr. Convention. "Now do agree, dear fellow.
Agree."
"All right. All right. I give in."
"You agree."
Mr. Handy looked at Boswell. "Yes, I agree."
Mr. Convention was delighted. Mr. Boswell and Mr. Handy were silently confused as to whether they had made the best choice.
Finally, Mr. Boswell said. "We have no choice. We must leave it up to you, Connie. But shouldn't you be calling up your lady friends?"
"Right away. Right away," Mr. Convention said, straightening his vest. "Now you two go out and tell the press that it was just a harmless joke, and I will sneak out the back door and go visit Lillian first. Hortense will be a little harder to bring round. So I'll fuck Lillian, dine, and then get home to Hortense at about ten, and spend the night wooing her. Believe me, it will all turn out all right. Women, in our century, pretend to be liberated, but they are all bored with their liberated state. They can't drink enough to keep them mesmerized from being aware of how unpleasant freedom to do nothing really is."
And with that, Mr. Convention ushered everybody out of the room, and he himself sneaked out of the building through the secret door leading to the back stairway!
CHAPTER 2
Although Mr. Convention felt quite confident that everything would work out perfectly well with his mistress, Lillian, yet, Lillian had been watching television at just the time when Melville had advised smoking pot and fucking.
Lillian was not one to take revolutionary thoughts lightly, and as she and her lover, Billy Danube were sitting naked in front of the television, her hand tightly around his cock, her thoughts and attentions were completely shattered from love when she heard the profanity uttered on the television set which to her had always been representative of peace, quiet, and pablum.
"Darling, what's the matter?" Billy Danube asked, his sleek young athletic body crawling on top of her, his hands taking her tender aging breasts in his strong hard muscular hands. He pinched her delicate nipples and brought his mouth and teeth down firmly on her mouth. She struggled, but her fight was weak and soon she was opening her mouth and taking his tongue deeply into her throat again, and his cock was drumming in her cunt, and his strong, reassuring arms were tightening their embrace, as he drew her firmly to his body and their hips gyrated and sweated against each other, and his balls dangled and banged against her sweet and hollow thighs, while his cock drove ecstasy after ecstasy through her sex hungry body.
"Oh, darling, darling, we're made for each other." Billy moaned, as his hips gang-banged her pelvis, and his hands felt under the sweet softness of her buttocks and his fingers crawled into the crevice of her ass and massaged her ass hole, as the final moments before climax consumed their hearts and pulses and their minds.
"Oh ... oh ... I can't stand it." Lillian moaned, knowing in her heart that this was frightening, maddeningly, crazy to let her emotions become so deeply welded to the actions and muscles and cocking of a young man twenty years her junior. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... ." she screamed, and her body softened, as she allowed herself to be swept up in his arms, a flower for his masculinity to devour and caress and kiss and tighten to his will.
He pounded and pounded his cock deeper and deeper into her vagina. He kissed her neck hungrily and he spread deep huncles on her throat so that all other lovers would know that he had had her first. His teeth tightened on the skin, and she stroked his back, knowing that he was about to spurt his sperm now. She grasped him by the buttock and slowed his fucking so that it became quieter, more intense, deeper and longer in its penetration. She gritted her teeth as another wave of orgasm came over her. And then he reached for her mouth and they drank deep kisses, as his cock plunged deeper deeper-deeper bringing them both to utter orgasm, making him squeal with intensity as much as she herself was forced to squeal and writhe under the force of passion deeper and stronger than anything either of them had ever felt with then-many many other mates.
Billy plunged his danger in and the head of his cock rubbed deep and the length of his cock grew spastic with one release of orgasm after another, until he was fatigued and weary and joyously exhausted from his marvelous, masterful art of fucking her.
Lillian held him close to her, as if he were her little boy who had behaved well. She was never sure whether she felt as would a mother to a boy child, or as a young girl toward the young man who she knew would save her and protect her from an insensitive and passionless world. For although Lillian was in her early forties, and although she was fantastically rich, she had found life to be tragic. Not tragic in the sense of tragic events, but rather tragic in the sense of the unique boredom which was imposed on her in a world where she was free to love wildly, but to marry cautiously, to marry only when it would be a match equal to her own financial fortune. For the days when fortunes could be made easily in America was over, and if a woman of wealth married outside the wealthy circle, she could find nothing but financial disaster. There were few new firms being formed; it was a land and a time in history where the old guard had to hold on and fight for the right to retain what it had already managed to grab out of the earth, the poor, and the masses and natural resources.
That was both the tragedy of being rich, but also the reason why she loved Billy Danube so much. He was not part of the rich, closed circle that, for all its wealth, had somehow lacked the joy of life, the freedom from monotonous responsibility. Billy lacked the fear of losing hold of the world, for the world was his own strength, his own decision. He could have any girl he wanted. He could go into any profession he wanted. He did not have to hold on to anything, because he had nothing bequeathed to him. He was free, free to follow his own instincts, his own primitive nature. He wasn't shackled by a mass of wealth that couldn't maintain its own power in the modern world of finance.
"Happy?" Billy asked, kissing her breasts and then her belly, and then crawling between her thighs and eating at her soft cunt, moist and hot from their mutual exertions.
"Very, very happy," she answered, looking down at his head between her legs. She tightened her thighs as the intensity of his licking increased, and she stroked his dark curly hair. His skin was so brown and tanned, his skin so pure of wrinkles, so soft arid yet strong and muscular.
"Oh Billy, how happy you make me," she said, feeling his tongue suddenly dart deeper and deeper into her cunt. "Billy ... Billy ... ." she whispered, lying back and closing her eyes as the thick strokes of his tongue washed through her cunt and sparked fire through her entire body. "Oh Billy ... Billy ... Billy ... ." she screamed softly, sensuously. Then she lay back, her orgasm being spent. She opened her legs and let him lay in her crotch, with his face kissing her thin smooth belly, and his chest and strong shoulders laying against her strong womanly thighs.
The muscles and strength of a man's strong bones and flesh against her own strong feminine frame seemed to her the essence of passion. Some women could fall in love with a man through the force of a mutual ideal. But to Lillian, a man was only a lover if he were there in bed with her every night, and if his cock was riding through her, and if his strong body was pitted and pressing against her oval belly and her heavy breasts were tight and constricted by the strong growing pressure of his chest forcing itself against her, as they writhed and tormented each other with oncoming rushes of passion.
Other women might laugh at her for falling in love with a man twenty years her junior, but Lillian had learned from her earlier marriages that corporation heads might make fortunes of staggering wealth, but they couldn't satisfy a woman between the legs. And she knew what her earlier husbands used to do for their sexual satisfaction: they used to seek out brothel women who would go down on their cocks, and let them have sex and orgasm without their having to make love to the woman blowing them. That was what the corporation leaders of the country wanted: blow jobs, without romance, without fuss, without the soul of a woman.
Billy had waked up from his short nap while laying his head on her belly. She ran her hand through his curly hair, wondering what would happen to them. She could never marry him, and how could she be sure of being able to hold on to him. For a young man of twenty wanders, and a woman in her forties doesn't have that right any more not really.
"Billy, what do you want to do with your life? Have you ever worked anything out ... I mean a schedule or a dream ... anything?" she asked.
"Fuck, Fuck, and more fuck." Billy said, raising himself up, and showing her his erect cock, he now mounted on top of her, so that he was straddled over her breasts, and then he stroked his cock and watched her eyes hunger. "Ready," he said, letting her know by the familiar question that his cock was growing stiff enough so that he would only have to frig himself for a minute or two before oceans of white foaming sperm would shoot out.
"Yes, darling. I'm ready," she said, not taking her eyes off of his beautiful cock that was thick and hard and shining with sweat and orgasm. She had taught him to masturbate in front of a woman, and to masturbate on a woman. She remembered the first time she had tried to make him masturbate in front of her. He had grown evasive, and finally he had jumped out of bed and begun pacing around the room in that young athletic walk of his.
"Why do you want to see such an ugly thing? A guy isn't supposed to jerk himself off in front of a lady."
Billy, I can't believe I'm hearing straight. Why, every week one of the big nation wide magazines has an entire photo story about immorality in the modern generation. And here you are, young and strong, with your whole life in front of you, and you're as puritanical and shame ridden as your grandmother used to be." Lillian had chided him.
"Look, baby ... ." he said, coming to the bed and taking her in his arm, and with his free hand, he held his erect cock and showed it to her. "I'll rub it a little bit, and then I want you to lay back and let me stick it in," he said, earnestly, completely too innocent to realize that having been fucked once fucking a second time wasn't exciting enough.
Lillian kissed him tenderly on the lips and as he came closer to bind his lips more tightly to hers, she broke away quickly, gently. "You stay right there. I'll be right back," she said, and sprightly, she hurried and skipped into the bathroom and within seconds she hurried back into the bedroom. She was holding a pink long bath towel. When she placed the towel on the bed, she unfolded the towel, and there was a blue plastic object buried under the soft rich foamy linen folds of the towel.
Billy recognized immediately that the blue plastic object was a vibrator. He had read in some vulgar newspapers on sex and scandal that women all over the country were buying vibrators and instead of using them on sore muscles, they were putting them to the clitoris and having orgasms without the aid of men!
Billy wanted to be mature and worldly about the vibrator. But he couldn't stomach the situation, and he wasn't going to sit there with his cock erect while she brought herself off with a vibrator. NOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! No, he would never let her insult his masculinity that way.
Fortunately, he was strong, and although he didn't want to hurt her, yet he did want to explain to her in very clear cut rapist terms that he wanted to fuck her. He didn't want her to be fucked by a machine. That was why he was there with his cock: so that she wouldn't have to use her damn little pulsing machine.
Billy got ready to grab her shoulders and push her down on the bed in one strong forceful stroke, but she resisted much more than he anticipated, and this threw off his balance so that he found himself grabbing the edge of the mattress so as not to slip and fall on the floor.
"Now, pay attention." Lillian was saying, taking a minute off to stick some bobby pins in her long hair so that it stayed up off her neck.
"Do you mean to tell me that you're actually going to have sex with yourself instead of using my cock for your gratification?" Billy screamed, threatening to reach out and grab and smash the vibrator on the floor.
"It's not as bad as you think, Billy. I use this several times a day. It only takes a few minutes and its almost as satisfying as a man.
Lillian could see that Billy's eyes were starting to water slightly. She was cracking his idealism. She was revealing to him that no matter how much he fucked her, this machine, this vibrator could do almost the same job, and almost as well. Lillian couldn't understand why she had to teach him this. Yet her instinct insisted that she break his spine. She had to show him that there were other ways for a woman to obtain a sexual orgasm: a man wasn't all.
And as Lillian took the blue plastic vibrator in her fingers and as she placed it against her clitoris, she felt the coldness of the machine in her thighs, and she felt the coldness of his brown eyes gazing intently, hostilely, angrily at the machine that was replacing him.
Lillian turned on the motor, and she felt the comforting sensations of the vibrator against her cunt. Billy reached out and gently tried to woo her from using the machine further. But the machine's sensations had already begun to work their electric pulsating magic on her cunt, and she was beyond the need, temporarily, of any cock, of any man, of anything, other than this marvelous machine that had no moods, no whimsies, no problems, no complaints, was available at any hour, at any moment of loneliness.
Lillian clenched her lips as she felt her clitoris becoming a screaming mass of nerve sensations and pleasure. She was ashamed of herself for what she was doing to Billy. She knew she was making him hate her by this act of masturbating, of jerking off in front of him, and without the use of his cock.
And yet, she had to plant in his mind the fact that she was not weak or a lonely or a submissive or a frightened woman. She was worldly; she didn't need him; if he deserted her, she would always find some way or some one to satisfy her sexual needs. She didn't need him. She didn't. And as the screaming buzz of the motor droned on between her thighs, and as her orgasm poured through her vagina and as the orgasm oozed out of her cunt and spilled onto the machine and her fingers ... as the reality of coming broke upon her, she had a swift and momentary sense of complete freedom, of suspension from needing a cock inside her. It was a moment of power, a moment when her fantasy engaged in swift, split-second dreams of telling all men to go to hell, she had found something better than all of them.
But as she pulled the machine away from her cunt, she found that she wasn't free at all. Billy's cock was deep inside her, and she was falling back, willingly. His cock was pulsing and banging and throbbing wildly and unrelentlessly into her cunt. He was totally ignoring any desire of hers that he frig himself in front of her. He was asserting himself in the way that suited his nature; with him on top of her, and she under him, panting and writhing and moaning and sweating under the force of his cock.
Billy fucked and fucked. He wondered if perhaps he shouldn't fuck her so hard. Perhaps he ought to stop for a moment and make sure that she didn't hate him. But he never stopped, for the fact of the matter was that he didn't give a damn whether or not she enjoyed being fucked. He liked fucking her, and that was his masculinity: doing what pleased his cock.
As he felt the hunger in Lillian's body slowly rising up and inviting him to fuck her more and more and harder, Billy's own mind dwelt on the sensation of pleasure building up in the stem of his cock, and he could feel the neck of his cock growing red hot and burning from the frictioning of his swift pummeling blows inside and up her vagina.
He felt shame at this moment. A shame which he had no intention of ever telling her about, or confessing to her. It was a shame that burned the edges of his conscience, but not so much that he was willing to give in to it. Not so much that he was willing to tell her about it. For what disturbed and angered him about her vibrator was that it reminded him of himself fucking her. It was as if she and her cunt were a vibrator to his cock.
A funny idea, perhaps. And yet strangely, in an unusual way, true. For what drew him to her was not her physical beauty. She was extremely good looking, and not in the least bit ugly at all. She had class and money and fine clothes and a good build, well stacked and well kept. But these things did not represent the core of his sexual excitement while fucking her.
What excited him was that her cunt had that extra hunger, that extra animal drive, that cunt-out-for-its-own-sensations quality. It was hard to describe and nothing that he could teach a chick to do or feel. She had to have it, if she had it. And most chicks didn't have it. Their cunts were part of their whole being, rather than separate boxes of animal passion and heat. Lillian was different. Lillian's cunt devoured the cock, sucked it up into her belly, played with it, toyed with it, squeezed it, caressed it with the walls of her belly, and then egged it into squirting its thick white juices into her belly. It was a well functioning, lubricated cunt; a cunt lubricated by its own willingness to allow itself to work, to yearn, to be.
To most women, the cunt should be rejecting, or difficult, or moody, or confused as to whether or not it wants the cock completely, fully, maddeningly.
As far as Billy was concerned, the cunt ought to be a physical structure that answered one and only one question: did it want to fuck.
Most of the women (girls) Billy had known sexually could not let their cunts be merely cunts-of-desire. The cunts became social, thinking things. The cunts deliberated whether they wanted the cock. The cunts resisted. The cunts opened up, but only for the sake of luring him into fucking, so that then social pressures could be put on him pressures like making further dates, defining his plans as to marriage, as to what profession he would enter, his expected income, what kind of house he would be willing to give his bride, how many children he would expect his wife to have! etc. etc.
Lillian made no such demands on him. Because of the age difference, it was understood that most of the things a girl would expect of Billy, Lillian could not expect and could not ask for. She was in bed with Billy, for the fuck, for the fuck alone. And her cunt was a thing operating for itself, for its own satisfaction, not for any psychological or sociological of legal advantage or hold on him.
That was what had embarrassed him about the vibrator. She was carrying things too far. Her cunt was starting to become too openly a cunt that was concerned only with its own sensations, its own pleasures. Or maybe he was just being selfish. Maybe he was just being vain in having to see himself as the sole means by which she could satisfy the hunger in her cunt.
Billy wasn't sure what the vibrator meant, ultimately. But he knew that for the rest of the afternoon, the vibrator wasn't going to be used again. It was his cock which was going to satisfy her. He wasn't going to be replaced.
And so it had come about that only slowly, only reluctantly had Billy had grown used to the vibrator, and gradually he had grown used to standing above her and stroking and masturbating his cock in front of her. Like a little boy, she liked watching his cock grow erect and taunt. She liked watching his eyes grow heavy with the pressure and tension of passion. She liked seeing his muscles tighten, as he opened his lips and began to breathe heavy and his hands stroked the tense cock gently, ever so gently, as the erect penis grew near the point where the slightest brusque grazing would send the entire cock into spasm and white sperm would shoot all over them.
She sometimes would reach up, as she was doing now, and she would tickle the hole where the piss and sperm came out.
Billy moaned and held his cock firmly as she stroked the little hole with its sensitive membrane. He moaned a second time, and then he plunged down and buried his bursting cock between her white milky breasts.
"Oh ... Oh ... ." he screamed, and then holding his cock between his hands, he rolled over and lay on his back, exhausted.
Lillian got on top of him, her body completely spread equally over the length of his own. She put her breasts to his lips, and hungrily he licked the sperm and sweat off of each breast.
Lillian had well shaped breasts. They were full and heavy: substance. None of this flimsy, boyish, nubile nonsense that had become the craze for so long.
Billy rolled the sperm against the softness of her skin, so that when he drew it into his mouth, he could taste the salty brine of his own orgasm and the heavier taste of her moist and delicate skin.
He sucked the sperm into his mouth and after rolling it around in his saliva, he would spit it out again and spread it over her nipple which would grow erect and hot from the contact with his moist and panting tongue.
While she lay like this on top of him, with her breasts hanging down, falling into his mouth, his cock grew hard and erect, and his cock fidgeted this way and that, searching for the hot opening of her cunt. Finding it, the cock set itself at the edge of her opening. Billy raised his hips off the bed, and his cock quickly reached inside her cunt and started banging away.
At first she held her body above his, pretending that his entering into her did not greatly affect her. But soon she grew dizzy from the excitement of his cock being inside her, and she lowered herself so that her entire vagina slipped, like a sheath, over the entire expanse of his cock.
The cock was now completely inside her. She felt her whole vagina enflamed with desire. Billy kept banging her until he could tell from her breathing that she was in a complete heat.
Then he rolled on top of her, and fucking her good and proper, he brought her and himself to climax quickly. But his cock remained strong and hard after his climax, so he kept his cock lingering and riding gently inside her.
And they would have laid like this for hours more, if the phone hadn't rung at that moment.
CHAPTER 3
Lillian had a thing about phones. Knowing only too well that there would be scandal and gossip and whispers if it got around that she was in bed every afternoon with a young man of twenty whom she had hired to do carpentry work around her estate, she tried to avoid answering the phone in the afternoon.
Thus, she managed, in a slip-shod way, to create the illusion that she was not home in the afternoon. But, of course, it could just as easily create the impression that she was home and was in bed with her young carpenter!
Lillian had decided to just take a chance and let the results fall where they may.
What Lillian most feared was that her old husbands, finding out that she was in love with a moneyless young man, might feel that she was going to threaten their finances by having her stocks become jeopardized and controlled by a young fellow they neither knew nor were interested in knowing -as he owned no property, firms, or accounts.
Lillian knew only too well that if her old husbands disliked her new husband, they could find ways to wreck her financially if she persisted in marrying him. Of course, Lillian did not intend on marrying Billy. Or, at least, she feared marrying him. She feared the social problem of age, and the financial trouble of marrying someone who had no money and probably would lose all ambition of getting money if he were married to a woman who could amply support him!
That was how Lillian had come to allow herself to get involved in a second affair with Leonard Convention, the manager of the television station which had just broadcasted Herman and Nelville advising pot and fucking.
Lillian had turned the station off at that point so that she and Billy Danube could continue fucking.
And while they had been fucking, much had been happening. Phones were still ringing at the station, four hours after the show had gone off the air! Policemen were surrounding the building, and the mayor himself had come down to the station to check on rumors and to make sure the capitalistic ambitions of the television station did not wreck the state.
Mr. Boswell, with the assistance of Mr. Handy, listened to all complaints, and in the cheeriest of manners reassured everybody that it had just been a little joke. When the mayor and the district attorney took Mr. Boswell into his office and asked him for the truth, he stammered out the truth: that something had gone wrong, either with the dummy or with the dummy's master Herman. At any rate, Melville had said awful things on the air, but it would never, never happen again.
The President of the United States finally was consulted by the F.B.I, which had hurried into the scene to check for conspiracy. But the President was assured that no riots or conspiracies were forming.
In short, everybody was angry, and yet, what was to be done? A puppet had said some stupid things in what perhaps was an ill constructed or stupidly shaped joke! The parties involved apologized profusely. There was no sign of anybody involved being able to make money off the ill-constructed joke. In short, then, what was there to do but let the whole matter slide unless, of course, it happened a second time. Then the station's license would be threatened and a formal investigation begun.
Such was the decision which the law enforcement officers made.
Herman and Melville would be allowed to go on the air again, but they would have to be careful from now on that everything that they said was legitimate.
The matter was postponed until the next afternoon when the entire nation would be anxiously waiting for Herman and Melville to show up on the air again!
Leonard Convention was not fooled by any of this. He knew that something was wrong with the universe, and he was more than happy to use this situation as a means of showing Mr. Boswell what type and how swiftly his connections and powers could be rallied to the station's support and safety.
As so often happens with conventional people, they cause trouble after the situation has by itself calmed down.
"Lillian, is that you?" Leonard asked, across the phone.
"Yes, darling. It's me." Lillian replied, trying to push Billy Danube away from her, as he was mischievously trying to ram his cock into her again.
"Lillian, I've got to see you tonight. In fact, I've got to see you immediately, my dear."
"Oh, darling, I have such a headache tonight. You know how my sinuses act up at times."
"Lillian, I'm warning you. We've got to talk about your shares in Boswell's television station.
You know how much I love Bosy, but I think this time he may have gone too far. We may have to join our shares and take over the controlling interest in the station."
"Oh really!" Lillian said, contrasting in her mind how different romance was when it came from Billy and when it came from stuffy Leonard with his pockets full of that rich and luscious stuff called money.
"Well, if we really must attend to business ... ." Lillian quivered, allowing him a chance to give up their date tonight, and knowing perfectly well that he would never give it up.
"It's an absolute necessity." Leonard said. "It may even be advisable to have you slip a little money into that idiot Herman's pocket-just enough so that he makes one more slip tomorrow. Then Boswell will be desperate, and we can move in."
"Very well. Give me an hour before you show up, Leonard." Lillian said, her mind somewhat intrigued by the situation and her heart somewhat stone cold at the idea of having to give Leonard his sex tonight.
Lillian hung up the phone and lounged in bed, knowing that she would have to urge Billy to go back to his room in the upper part of the garage where the house carpenter slept!
"Are you sure, you and that pot bellied millionaire aren't having an affair?" Billy said, running his hand proudly along her thigh. For it was at moments like these when he was with the woman rich men couldn't win, that Billy felt a supple power, a power that seemed almost ready to blossom and grow. Yet, grow into what? Billy wasn't sure. But he sensed that in some way, he was accomplishing something in his affair with Lillian. By proximity, he was learning how the rich plot and win their ways, and, in his own way, he was preparing for a kind of mutiny, a kind of overthrow, not of the rich, but rather of his own property-less state.
In short, he was the poor boy who had been a beach boy and who was now a rich lady's lover but he still had to run to the garage when the rival showed up. And that injured his manliness a great deal enough so, that he was beginning to consciously plan the possibility of an attack, of some kind, at some later date.
Lillian watched the possessiveness with which his hand slowly caressed her figure, her breasts, her hips, her swathe. Involuntarily, she shivered. For his possessive hold excited and frightened her. Was he going to make a fool of her? Or was he going to do still worst use her so as to meet a younger girl from a rich family, and then desert her so as to marry what he could never really own of Lillian's the legal title to her money!
"We have to break this up." Lillian said. "To the garage!"
"To the garage!" Lillian said, laughing, but knowing it was really hell that he has to hide away just because a bully like Leonard Convention insists on coming over.
Lillian knew that she would probably make a lot of money by letting Leonard handle her shares of television stock, and yet, Lillian couldn't help but recoil at Leonard's misuse of Boswell's friendship and trust. And yet, after her marriages to several multi-millionaires, she had come to the conclusion that none of them were honest, and one can't change the world.
Billy hurried into his clothes. He hurried too quickly. He tried to talk lightly, to pretend that his pride wasn't cut to the quick by his having to leave like this.
Lillian also tried to find something to talk about so that the whole situation would deflate its importance and wounding capacity.
But by the time they both were dressed, nothing had occurred between them but continued silence.
"I'll turn on the yellow light after Leonard leaves." Lillian said, finally.
This referred to a yellow mosquito bulb on the porch. It was supposed to scare away mosquitoes, and it also served the dual purpose of telling Billy when he could leave the garage and come back to the main house and slip into his mistress' arms!
"Okay." Billy said. He thought to add that he might not be in when the light flickered. But Billy knew that he would be in, and he would come back to her arms.
In a peculiar way, he was using Lillian. But he also admired her.
For Lillian was using Leonard.
In a peculiar way, there always grows a mutual respect among thieves, and to a certain degree, if thieves show any kindness to anyone, it is always to those of their own kind and it usually is when it occurs a quite human and genuinely deep felt thing.
At any rate, to the extent that a beach boy can feel, to that extent, Billy Danube was addicted to his mistress.
Thus, Billy left the main house, and Lillian waited quietly for the nervous doorbell to ring with Leonard's heavy finger. When finally the ring-a-ding-ding came, Lillian jumped out of her chair. For, although she had been waiting, and although she knew he would ring, yet, the idea of Leonard and his demanding presence actually being upon her was a bit stifling.
Lillian opened the door.
"Lillian!" Leonard said, moving into the room quickly, happily, jovially, as though his presence were opening the house out of its moribund state!
"Leonard." Lillian said, not as enthusiastically.
"Well, darling, let's open this bottle of champagne." Leonard said, taking a large cone-shaped champagne bottle out of the generous brown paper bag he had brought under his arm.
Leonard quickly proceeded into the kitchen to get a cork screw, and he quickly proceeded to bring the bottle, glasses, ice, etc. into the living room.
Lillian neglected to mention that all of these things were up in the bedroom also. Lillian never slept with Leonard in the same bedroom where she slept with Billy!
Leonard quickly sat back in his chair and sipped on his champagne. "Good stuff!" he said, smacking his lips. Lillian tasted hers, it was good, but nothing special. Anyone spending lavishly could acquire it. Leonard could never understand that a true connoisseur was one who bought the best year, not necessarily the most expensive year. For the most expensive year was usually the year that some manufacturer had a lot of bottles of, and therefore advertised it as being slightly better than the year he wasn't as well stocked with.
And only a true connoisseur could detect such slips from truth.
Leonard came over to the couch, sat next to her, and taking her hand, he placed it on his crotch, which was slightly ingrown because of his large belly.
"It always gets big whenever I'm with you, darling Lillian." Leonard said.
Lillian stroked it, first with aversion and repulsion and then slowly with a subtle fascination taking root in her. For she always had a side of her personality which responded sexually to exactly those men whom she least felt attracted to sexually. It was as if their sexual possession of her advertised how totally depraved a woman became when she allowed the natural social order to choose her mates for her. And it was this dramatic revelation which always made her feel more justified and more correct in clinging to her unknown affairs with younger men, men of no reputation.
"Shall we get on with it?" Leonard said, his breath getting heavy and panting, like a sick dog.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Lillian said.
"No. I think I'll just take a blow job tonight. I've had a busy day, and I've been drinking a little too much all day."
"Very well," Lillian said, thinking contemptuously of his bloated male ego and his deflated ability to fuck. Soon she was on her knees in front of him. She undid his zipper and his beagle eyes stared out of his puffed face as he watched her fingers play with his stout stiff cock. He wiggled and Lillian knew that this meant he wanted her to reach in and pull out his little tight thick bag of balls as well.
"Lick my belly." Leonard said, undoing his belt, and opening his shirt.
Lillian got up on her knees and began to run her tongue along his rolls of belly which were as hairless and soft as those of a new baby.
"Now grab my cock." Leonard instructed, his breath sharp and nervous as the sensations of sex droned through his flesh.
Lillian grabbed his cock. He held her head down on his navel and she pressed on his cock, while dipping her tongue into the dark hole of his navel which had little clots of dust and grime in it.
Lillian licked and tucked her tongue into his dirty navel; for it gave her a sense of power that she was feeding his vanity: she was making him think he was a man; at the same time, she was exposing his imbecility to her own view. For the very fact that he didn't have enough brains or manners to know that only a whore should be given such a messy chore this very lack of taste showed her what a caricature of a man he was, and also what a caricature she could make of him whenever she chose to pin him against the wall and sting his vanity into submission to her own designs!
Finally, he released her face from his navel, and wiggling his ass in the chair, he got himself arranged in just the right angles and folds so that his cock most comfortably fit into her mouth.
Lillian caressed the stout cock with her tongue and lips. It was not long, but it was thick, and, to a degree, she almost was jealous that he had such a thick cock. For she would have preferred to have it herself. She would have preferred to be the one who makes the dates, the propositions, who forces the submissions, who calls the cards.
Instead, she was just the weak woman, on her knees, sucking his cock which was thick was totally useless and clumsy in fucking. And worse still, Leonard was too lazy to fuck for long. In fact, between lack of exercise and overweightness and cigarette short breath, his wealth allowed him to buy any woman practically whom he wanted, but the youth, the beauty, the charm, the grace of a Billy Danube, that was something Leonard couldn't have. And she found herself sucking on his cock almost with passion tingled with a degenerate pity, and a gleeful self-knowledge that she who was his slave would be his betrayer and his superior as soon as he left and she got to the porch and turned on the yellow light:
"Come on, harder." Leonard moaned, shouted, ordered, wiggling his hips, trying to get his cock right up into her throat.
Lillian grabbed the sides of the chair and went down quickly and heavily on the cock.
Leonard was breathing more pleasantly, more pleasurably now, as his cock was quickly getting ready to spurt out its juices.
"I'm coming." Leonard said, faintly. His face compressed and he peered down at her head between his thighs. Then he grunted, and Lillian felt the hot thick sperm shoot down her throat. After the main explosion of sperm, the sperm continued to ooze out of his cock for a while. Lillian knew that Leonard would have been insulted if she hadn't stayed down on his cock until the very last drop of sperm was out of his cock and down her throat.
Lillian felt guilty staying down on Leonard's cock. It made her think of Billy, and of how much more she would have loved to get between Billy's soft, strong, firm thighs. Often she had gone down on Billy's long slender graceful cock, and she liked to lick the thin down that gilded his bronzed thighs. Often Billy would open his legs widely when she licked his inner thighs, and then she would surprise him by darting her mouth and tongue down on his balls, while her finger rubbed his asshole gently, sending sensations of pleasure up through his spine.
With Leonard, no such delicate, sensations.
"That's enough." Leonard said, puzzled and frowning that she should be staying down on his cock long after it had deflated.
Lillian let his deflated cock slip out of her mouth. She couldn't help but notice how ingrown it looked, with Leonard's enormous belly perched over it, like a mountain overhanging a small tributary.
The very ugliness of Leonard brought out a sinister streak in Lillian.
"Leonard, why don't we do something absolutely evil?"
"Now, Lillian, none of those filthy games. You know I like nice, gentle soothing forms of sex."
"Oh, come on Leonard, you know once you get the whip in your hand, you become the Master." Lillian said, thinking how much Billy would love and caress the wounds which Leonard might inflict on her.
"No. NO whips. I remember the last time you had me whip you, the scar lasted so long you went to that doctor and he fucked you and wormed all the details out of you. Do you remember how he tried to blackmail me? Well, I didn't give him any money. But just the same it was a nightmare."
"All right, Leonard. If you won't whip me, then what will you do to me?" Lillian prodded him, as he sat there in his baggy under trunks.
"What about a spanking?" Leonard said. Leonard preferred spankings, for it meant that he could sit down all the while that he was exacting punishment out of her. Leonard was not a sadist by nature. But he was willing to humor Lillian because he knew that if she got her orgasm while being maltreated, it would relieve him of the onerous burden of having to fuck her every time he came over.
The idea of being spanked by fat, disgusting and horrid Leonard had a peculiar and sexually exciting fascination for Lillian. Already she could feel her clitoris prickling with anticipatory pleasure.
"Well, come on, if I'm going to spank you, you had better hurry up and climb across my knees." Leonard ordered.
Lillian felt her whole body respond with delight at this bold, disgusting and vulgar order from Leonard. It was ghastly and horrible that she should allow an old filthy lecher like him slap her, a real lady, on her behind. What would Billy think, if he could see the filthy, miserable, and vile way in which she was being treated by Leonard.
"I suppose now that I suggested punishment, you'll never let me get out of it, unless I give in and let you spank me." Lillian said, giving Leonard a chance to call the whole thing off, and yet inwardly knowing that she now wanted the spanking much more than she had ever wanted her cunt lubricated with any man's cock. She even began to have fantasies of teaching Billy to spank her behind.
Wouldn't that be marvelous, she thought. Being misused and tortured and whipped and enslaved to Billy. And Billy was so clean cut, every swat he flung on her buttocks would hurt him as much as it hurt her. Lillian was not a pure masochist. It was important to her that the sadist be someone who feels somewhat guilty or ashamed of himself for inflicting blows on her.
Leonard watched her smooth body climb onto his lap. His hands trembled as he ran his fingers over her nice shapely and smooth ass. He knew that he was obliged to slap her firmly on the ass until those white ovals were red with marked strokes of punishment. But as his hands smoothed out those fleshy lobes, he felt like doing something infinitely more naughty to her. If he had had the courage to put it to her, he would have asked her to sit on his lap, so that his erect cock could go right up her ass.
Once when Leonard had been in Mexico, he had gone to a brothel, and he was checking over the whore to make sure she didn't have any venereal diseases. He didn't quite trust her, so he decided to take the advice a friend had given him: when not sure, give it to them in the ass; avoids contact. So Leonard had, with great embarrassment, told her that he wanted to fuck her in the ass and she should get down on all fours like a dog.
Instead of being angry or annoyed, the whore hugged him, and while she hugged him, she climbed on his lap. Her asshole was so accustomed to being used by the cock, that she sat down nice and quiet on the cock, and the cock shot up her ass with complete speed and ease. It had been the filthiest thing Leonard had ever done. And the very realization that his cock was up a woman's ass so completely excited him the very immorality of it that he found himself as ecstatic and excited as though he were in love with the woman.
And she was experienced too. She didn't just sit on his cock and lay her bottom there as though waiting to lay an egg. She rotated her hips, and moved her body up and down so that his cock was never sitting still inside her. Indeed, his cock was running in and out of her asshole. And it was a sweet and moist and large asshole.
Finally, the whore got annoyed with him because he wouldn't come. And she pulled the cock out of her ass, and pushing him down on the bed, she rammed his cock into her belly, and then rolled them both over so that he was back in the traditional fuck position.
At her insistence, he assumed his masculine responsibility and fucked her. But it was having his cock in her ass which he always remembered as both the most pleasurable thing he had ever done, and also the most disgusting thing a man could possibly demand of a woman.
Lillian, in her contempt of Leonard, had absolutely no idea that Leonard had these perverse depths. If she had known, she would have been more than excited at the thought of having him grow hot and passionate and forceful in making her do these filthy little chores to him.
"Well, are you going to be man enough to spank me, now that I'm on your knees." Lillian said, her buttocks tightening in anticipation of the blow. It was a basic part of the formula for her pleasure that she should intimidate the man into asking her to humiliate her behind in his way, and then she liked to intimidate him further, by telling him that he was too weak and stupid and unmanly to have the courage to actually punish her now that her body was naked before him.
Leonard responded to her chides by slapping her buttocks firmly. Lillian moaned, and as Leonard's flat fat hand came down on her buttocks again and again, she began to actually fear Leonard. She wiggled and tried to get free. But she could feel his erect cock grazing against her clitoris, and soon she couldn't fight to get free, for her orgasm was coming.
Lillian moaned and sobbed as her body ached and ached. She was at the brink of orgasm, but there was no way to make herself actually come, except by wiggling so that her clitoris was scratched by the hair around his cock. That scratching and then the forcefulness of Leonard's hand on her behind. She stopped pretending to be controlling herself. She grabbed his thigh and pushed herself on his lap so that their genitals were touching and rubbing fiercely against each other. Leonard loved seeing her in slavish desire and passion, and he slapped her buttocks now as if he were dealing whip blows across her back.
Finally Lillian reached under and rubbed the lips of her cunt. She had come, and the force of the orgasm had been so great that now she had more pain in her cunt than in her buttocks where Leonard had been striking.
"Oh, that's enough, Leonard. I've learned my lesson. You're a real man. I'm defeated." Lillian said, enjoying the world of slavery. For the more she humbled herself, the more she enjoyed being nothing and less than nothing. Even a whore gets more respectable treatment!
Leonard let her get off his lap. His cock was deflating all by itself. And Lillian was pleased to see the cock go down. Now that she had had her orgasm, she had no interest in Leonard's cock at all, and it would have been a real bore and annoyance if he had grown hot and wanted her to go down on him again.
"Why don't I stay the night?" Leonard suggested, getting his expensive Madison Avenue suit back onto his bulky and stocky frame.
"Oh, I don't think you should, Leonard. Someone might notice, and you don't want anything to get back to my old husbands. If they knew that you're here, they'll suspect that you're tricking me into using my stocks so as to destroy their damn companies."
"Yes. Yes." Leonard said, pleased to be feared by somebody.
"But it's been fun, Leonard. And I don't know how I'm going to sit down tomorrow," she said, knowing it turned a man on to be reassured that he had really made her bottom good and sore.
"You'll manage," Leonard said, his cheeks puffed and rosy with happiness and good cheer. "Necessity is the mother of invention."
Lillian was about to return the insult, when the phone rang unexpectedly.
"Let it ring." Leonard said, and then he remembered the troubles at the station. "Better answer it, in case it's for me."
Lillian picked up the receiver. It was Mr. Boswell's secretary calling to see if she could get Mr. Convention.
"Yes. He's right here. "Lillian volunteered, hoping it would be some business necessity that would get Leonard out of the house so she could get Billy Danube's cock back inside her!
"Thank you, my dear." Leonard said, taking the phone she offered. "Yes. Yes. Leonard Convention here. Very well, put Mr. Boswell through....Bosy ... Yes ... Yes ... REALLY! My! Are you sure! Well! Indeed, Bosy! Indeed! Right AWAY! Indeed! My! My! My! Yes! Yes! Good Work Bosy! Good Work!" Leonard said, and then he hung up and turned to Lillian. "I must go, my dear, we're going to leave your stock right where it is with Boswell's television station. We've just had word from a Far East multi-millionaire. He has all sorts of lobbyists in Washington, and any day now the laws against pot are going to be repealed. Cigarette manufacturers are getting the advertising and packaging of pot-cigarettes all ready. But most important, this multi-millionaire wants to put Herman and Melville on an evening adult show, sponsored by the HAPPY POT MANUFACTURERS of London and Tibet. Money! Money! It's going to rain in! And Herman and Melville brought us this marvelous connection. You see, my dear, even in the most useless, profit can be made." Leonard preached, gathering his things and heading for the door. "Imagine it, my darling, out of that tramp and his vulgar puppet, a new evening multi-million show. And I came here advising you to desert old Bosy!! ! Oh my!! What a Life!! "
Leonard went out the door, and was so preoccupied with his new project that he totally forgot to look back and give her that little kiss of the hand, which was one of his favorite gestures toward women.
Needless to say, Lillian lost no time turning on the yellow light. And her night of love and beauty with Bill Danube need not be described again, for there were other things happening in rapid pace throughout the land.
CHAPTER 4
Leonard went to Herman's dumpy apartment house, got Herman and his dummy, Melville, out of bed, brought them to the television station, and Boswell kissed Herman, explained to him that pot might be legalized soon, and that when that occurred, Herman would have a marvelous new show.
Boswell took the evening newspaper off his desk and showed it to them. The headline read: TV SHOW GOES WILD: DUMMY ADVOCATES KIDS SMOKE POT!
"Herman, you're a genius. How did you know pot was going to be legalized?" Mr. Convention said, patting Herman on the shoulder, proudly.
"I didn't know." Herman started to say.
"Now, Herman. Remember, this is a billion dollar account. Don't spoil it with modesty." Mr. Boswell warned. "Now, you knew that the stuffy, prudish people were changing their minds and that the cigarette companies were trying to get pot legalized so that the younger generation would get in the habit of buying cigarettes, rather than rolling them up themselves like field hands and cowboys. And don't forget the cancer danger in regular cigarettes. Pot cigarettes will change all that and all these tensions that are flying about will tone down and everybody will be happy, happy, happy. Remember that, Herman, happiness is the most important thing in life. All philosophers agree that happiness is very important. To be in perfect communion with Knowledge is Happiness. Isn't that so, Mr. Convention?"
"Definitely. Def-i-nitely!" Mr. Convention said, proudly. "Well, Herman. We've praised you long enough. We don't want you to get too high an opinion of yourself."
"Oh, no, sir. I won't."
"Good! Good!"
"Herman, tomorrow take the day off. Relax ... In fact, go down to St. Mark's Place. Look at the hippies. And remember: those hippies are our future TV watchers of America. Those dirty, filthy, disgusting youths with their fucky hairs and their venereal diseases ... those strange creatures are the millions of dollars we have been losing all these years when we tried to say all the old things to all the old people. There's a whole new market out there, Herman. I want you to be polite to them and study their minds. Find out what they respond to. Remember: making money, is manipulation of minds. Be clever, Herman. You've been clever. Now keep it up. Don't grow slack and lazy. Making money is constant work. Isn't that so, Mr. Convention?"
"Definitely," Mr. Convention agreed.
"And I would like to add one thing, Mr. Boswell. Bosy." Mr. Convention said, and he gathered them in silence, and warned, "If you find yourself going to do anything strange, Herman, remember, use a rubber. It's the best protection against infection. You can't always tell when those teeny boppers have the clap. Their youth and seeming innocence hides over the reality. Be careful my boy. You've got a real future ahead of you, my boy. Don't ruin it."
"No sir. I won't." Herman promised.
"Good! Good! Well, let's all get to our respective homes. We've got a busy schedule ahead of us in the coming months. And Herman, take the day off tomorrow. It'll give the public a chance to calm down and get used to the new way in which things are going to be happening around here." Mr. Boswell said.
Herman walked out of the building, carrying Melville in his black suitcase. Although the dummy was folded up, yet, Herman could hear Melville mumbling.
"What does the world look like tonight?" Melville muttered.
"Oh, just a lot of streets with papers and things lying torn on the ground." Herman said, being careful not to move his lips.
"What do they say?" Melville insisted.
"Just the usual thing: 'Legalize Marijuana' 'End the War' 'Stop the Bombing'. "
"Yep! It's a good idea you invented me with my own independent brain." Melville scolded. "If I had to wait for you to give me things to say, we'd be fifty years behind the time. Now, after one show which I ran my own way, we've got a whole television series. And things are going to get better and better. The whole world is going to worship me. I am Melville, the Answer and the Light."
"I don't know. I don't know." Herman said, his gray hairs growing older with each minute of worrying.
"Oh, stop being such an old woman!" Melville warned. "Let's go down to the Village and see if we can get in on some pot and fuck parties."
Herman wasn't sure whether he wanted to bring Melville down to the Village with him. After all, it was bad enough that Melville had learned all about pot. But there was nothing to prevent Melville from learning about fucking, and then revealing all on television.
Every human being has faults, and what Herman had not counted on was that an intelligent machine would share some of the faults of its maker! Namely, indiscretion and an unchecked sense of invention!
Herman wandered around the streets, casually walking in circles, casually trying to figure out how he might get rid of his black suitcase and his dummy without antagonizing Melville to the point where the puppet would retaliate.
"Don't try to dump me in some closet." Melville said, prophetically. "I want some of the cunt in this operation. You think just because you can put me in and out of a suitcase that you can control all of my existence. But remember Herman, I'm the bread earner not you. When the studio sets up the new contract, it's me that's the star. You're just my handy-man."
"Oh, shut up." Herman said. For nothing annoys an inventor more than the fame of his invention which usurps his own meager reputation as a thinker.
Herman had devoted his entire life to his inventions in puppets. Now that he had created The Dummy, he wasn't going to allow his invention to dictate his life to him.
Herman was down near Grand Central. The temptation to go into the station and lock Melville away in one of the luggage vaults was tempting, and the temptation was growing overwhelming.
Finally, the temptation couldn't be overcome. Herman did it.
Fifteen minutes after entering Grand Central, he came out again: this time a free man!
* * *
Herman got on a bus and was eagerly heading for the Village and St. Mark's Place. Visions of free love were floating through his head.
Meanwhile in the Village, teeny boppers, hustlers, pimps, hookers, diggers, and just hippie types were gathered in clusters all over the place. Everybody was busy speculating on whether the breakthrough in television censorship meant that that pot was going to become legal.
The drug dealers were gathered in a corner with Rocky O'Keefe.
"Listen, man, we got to do something. If they start legalizing these drugs, man, our stuff ain't going to be worth nothing."
"Don't be an asshole!" Jimmy the Rat said. "Whatever the Establishment puts out, we'll advertise that we've got something better."
"That's okay for you, man. You handle the hard stuff. But what about the small guy like me that depends for his livelihood on selling pot and hash to the squares on Madison and Park. If those rich squares in those expensive apartment buildings can get pot legally, they aren't going to go searching me out. As it is, they always lose a set of silver or a television set, every time they buy from me. But like I figure it makes them buy their pot in kilos rather than small five dollar bags. Train them: buy in quantity, don't get robbed as often."
"I feel sorry for you small guys. But hustling's opening up. Why don't you little guys get haircuts and go take education courses?"
"Ah, can it man! Rocky, what do you think about all of this. Are they going to really legalize pot?"
Rocky drew on his reefer. He looked tough in his black motorcycle jacket and his tight leather pants that fitted his legs like a second skin and kept his crotch bulging, wrinkled, and right out in the open view of the young hippie chicks. More than one chick had taken a grab for his crotch in public! It was nice and heavy, with only that thin covering of black leather over it.
"I don't know, men. I think the country's too up tight to get pot legalized." Rocky said. But it was obvious that his usual vigor wasn't there tonight. He was preoccupied. And nobody dared to ask him what he was preoccupied about. Nobody ever bothered Rocky with questions of a personal sort. Rocky was sort of the leader. He was tough, but not hot headed. He could always keep a calm head and dictate a fair compromise. It was a rare quality in the underground, and, in its own fashion, the underground people respected Rocky's unusual gift.
What Rocky couldn't tell them about was that he and his old lady, Sally, were having a bust out. She was threatening to leave him, and he was threatening to bust her face in if she ever walked out on him. The passion and anger were very thick and heavy; in a strange way, they were lovers; that is, they had condemned any concept of eternal love, yet, they had unconsciously played into the very force they had set out to separate themselves from: love, romance, deep feeling.
Rocky put his reefer out suddenly, and his black hawk eyes glanced down the street at an old middle-aged man walking daintily through the crowd.
"Hey guys, there's that nut who said all those goofy things on television." Rocky warned his rabble associates.
"Hey, yeah! That's him. That's the guy who's going to legalize pot!" Jimmy the Rat said.
"What a miserable fuck-up!" complained Bobby the Bite. "Who's going to enjoy it once it's all over the place."
"Shut up!" Rocky warned. "Jimmy, go dance him over here. I want to talk to him."
Jimmy the Rat looked loathe to go. "Why not have Bobby the Bite go? I'm a big time pusher. I don't have the energy for small time things."
"Listen, man." Bobby the Bite said, heatedly. "I've got a Jewish sense of money and the instincts of a jungle animal. You talk big, Jimmy the Rat, but when the time comes to stand on top of a million dollars, I'll be there, not you."
"I said 'Can it!' " Rocky said, with that deep annoyance that they all feared. "Now go get him, Jimmy the Rat."
"Okay. If it'll make you happy, Rocky. If it'll make you happy." Jimmy the Rat said, and he went down the street a ways, thinking maybe he could sell some LSD to Herman! And after all, Herman works for a big TV station. Maybe he could turn a few of his straight friends on. As addiction spreads, the market opens. And the law gave it just that sanctity of sin that made it a respectable vice!
"Hey, man. Can I help you out." Jimmy the Rat said, offering Herman a cigarette, and looking deep into Herman's eyes to see if he had any character.
"Oh no. No thanks. I'm doing just fine." Herman said, feeling very self-conscious and nervous, standing as he was in front of such an impressive looking underground creature. And he, Herman, was going to be representing and entertaining these young hippies with their blue jeans and their loud colored shirts, with wide flashy opened collars and rich strings of beads around their necks, and their hair all long and stringy or mussed.
"Haven't I seen you on the tube somewhere, man?" Jimmy the Rat said, knowing that Herman was as lost as Alice in Wonderland down here.
"Oh you probably did see my show just this afternoon in fact."
"The advertise pot show. Yeah, man, like I saw it and I said to my old lady, that Herman's got a lot of courage saying a thing like that on the air to all those straight five and six year olds and their straight adult parents."
"Oh, I didn't say it. Not at all!" Herman said, placing himself close to Jimmy, and assuring him that the whole situation had been a mysterious accident.
"Oh yeah. What's it all about? You mean the technicians feed the words into the dummy's mouth?"
"Oh no. Melville says only what I tell him to say." Herman explained, terrified at the rude suggestion that the technicians mere mechanics had anything to do with such a delicate matter as what Melville says!
"Well, then, man, where's the gripe? You tell the dummy what to say, and the dummy says what you tell him to say."
"But that's the point!" Herman looked around to make sure nobody was listening in to their conversation. "Lately, Melville has been talking without me!"
"No, man."
"Yes. I swear to God. It's true."
"Man, that's wild!"
"Well, it's inconvenient." Melville conceded.
Jimmy the Rat thought a moment. "Hey, man, my friend, Rocky of the Nuts wants to talk to you. Why don't you come to one of our free love-in parties? We'll turn you on to some grass and LSD. Give you some material for your show."
"That's what I came down here for!" Herman said, his owlish eyes all agleam!
Jimmy the Rat looked Herman over, and then showed him the way. But in his head he was thinking: how do such innocents get to make so much bread, and just by being innocent and dumb! It wasn't fair!
Herman climbed up the dark and slightly rotted away staircase. All the rest of the street gang were ahead and behind Herman. So Herman climbed up, hoping for the best, but knowing that from now on he would be entering a realm and type of immorality that he had never seen before!
It was exciting, in a sort of slowly creeping up way!
"Now be careful not to upset Joe the Saint. He's on one of his acid trips. And you know what a bummer an acid trip can be if too many distractions start breaking up your head." Bobby the Bite warned them.
"Oh, you have a saint amongst you?" Herman asked.
A blonde short-haired girl giggled. "Oh, Joey the Saint ain't a saint. He's a con artist. He and Virgin Eva have stolen more than $12,000 during the last six months. That's why they have such a nice pad. It's like a palace up in their loft. and it's great for having sex. It's all wallpapered in psychedelic colors and Indian fabrics and all sorts of strange colored and odd-shaped statues are all over the place. People on acid trips sometimes spend the whole trip staring into the statues of Buddha and Weeping Christ. Are you bisexual?" she asked, suspecting that he might be a queen. But it was more polite to ask if he were bisexual. That way he could reassure her that he was homosexual. And she would reassure him that: man, it doesn't matter. We can love each other just the same, soul to soul.
"Oh ... I'm not sure, I guess." Herman muttered, not knowing whether he was sexual. For the truth of the matter was that the only thing that turned Herman on was having his puppets in bed with him. He never told anyone, and he was determined not to tell anyone about it now. But he had a big black trunk in which he stored his puppets that he slept with. They all had exaggerated cocks and cunts. And he had made special vibrators so that whether he sucked on the female puppets' cunts or whether he chastised the naughty male puppets for having erections there was always that living hum and vibration; and so it was hard for Herman to know whether he was sexual. He was puppet-sexual, an unlisted category.
Herman had little time to think and dwell on fond memories of his puppets. A large multi-colored light shone at the top of the staircase. All sorts of ecstatic voices tumbled through the dark. Herman stepped into the studio loft, and he was horrified to find that all the guys were grabbing naked chicks, and the chicks were running their hands over the strong muscles of their men, and unfastening the clothing from the men. And the men weren't resisting. Indeed, they were kissing and devouring the women's mouths, and Herman even saw several of the chicks opening their legs so that the enlarged cocks of their men could ram up inside them.
A tall girl with long thin breasts and with absolutely no clothes on came up to Herman and saying, "Open your mouth." She then proceeded to drop a tablet of LSD into his mouth!
Herman munched on it, thinking it must be some sort of candy. Soon he felt a great love for everybody in the room. He started to follow the custom of the hippy men and girls, and, throwing off his clothes, he stood there naked and waiting to be invited into the thick of the fray of orgy making.
"Hey, all you guys, let's all gather round in a circle and have a private little be-in." Rocky said, his tall rough naked limbs blazing in the red and blue neon psychedelic lighting throughout the room.
"Can I join in?" Herman asked, feeling the colors of the lights embracing him and filling his body with a divine love of God and man alike."
"Well, gosh oh gee! Herman's got his clothes off. Man, I never thought I'd see you stripping."
Herman was confused. He thought to put his clothes back on, but the sensation of divine love was so overwhelming that he couldn't feel shame and he couldn't hate anyone who might not like him. His soul and heart were filled with divine love for all things animate and inanimate. It seemed to him as though all the world were one large church, a sort of Cathedral for All the People of the Earth. It enlivened his soul to realize that the horrible cruel money grubbing world was not the world at all, but rather all that hate and greed of the world had merely been a delusion. The world was really made up of love and good will.
"Hey, Herman, don't go off into your dream world yet. We want to hear all about your show." Rocky said and all the girls began to feel each other's breasts and to giggle.
"What show?" said Herman. And then he remembered, "Oh that show!"
"Yeah, tell us about it. What made you decide to give up the straight life and start a crusade to legalize pot?"
"Yeah, tell us." Bobby the Bite pleaded. "I want to know how serious you are."
"Oh, I don't know." Herman said, wandering through thick and heavy seas, as he mowed through the thousands and thousands of naked girls who were caressing and enticing him to get down on the floor and let them go down on his cock. Oh! the sexiness of their oceans of swaying breasts and their mountainous bushes and swathes that were like baskets of posies just waiting to be picked, and all the vulgar lips were winking at him and telling him to stick his cock in.
"There are so many thousands of you. Why there isn't hardly room for me to walk!" Herman complained, a wide grin on his face, as he reached between his legs and grabbing his giant cock, he started to stroke the heavy instrument, as his eyes wandered amidst the thousands of swaying beautiful girls. He was eagerly getting ready to fuck one of them, when the voices of angels started talking to him.
"Hey, Herman, how do you like LSD?" Bobby the Bite was asking.
Herman looked down at Bobby the Bite. How beautiful Bobby looked. He wasn't at all the scrawny argumentative creature that he had seemed to be before.
"Oh, I feel that you are all beautiful, my dear and naked friends." Herman said, waving his hands through the thick foamy waves of colors that the drug made him feel were part of some vast and friendly ocean. Without looking down, he yet felt quite confident that his feet were standing on some sort of raft of wood or some giant leaf from a coconut tree.
Although Herman had always been the most modest of men, and although he had always been horrified by any suggestion of nudity especially male nudity!! -yet, his entire philosophy of life was changed after only twenty minutes on LSD. As so often happens with a novice, the initial trip is more fantastic and expanding than any later attempt. For although later trips expand one's mind further, yet, one remains aware that it is a trip. With Herman there was no such self-consciousness. He felt his new thoughts to be part of and expressive of his normal personality. And his ideas ranged from universal free love to more immediate changes in the format of his up and coming television shows! Without anyone helping our novice, he devised his own code, his own utopia, his own mixture of fantasy and the impossible:
"And I want all of you, my love naked friends to come on my show, and I want you all to fuck and love and give it to each other, and I want all you girls to have all sorts of elaborate pictures of flowers and love and fucking painted on your shapely nude bodies, and I want to see a lot of sucking on cocks, and a lot of eating cunt. And everybody is going to make love and fuck and fuck, and we're going to become so popular and famous that we'll have all the famous ladies of the cinema come on the show and do strip teasers ... Sophia Loren, Jane Fonda, Bridget Bardot ... We'll have Marlene and Greta come back and take off everything, and we'll all fuck them and preach love and God will come down and give us all pot and hash and loads of money, and we'll be able to bring children on the show and show them what fucking will be like when they get old enough to do it ... it will be so beautiful, and we'll all be so happy."
"Sounds great!" Rocky said.
"Oh, it will be great. It will be marvelous. Oh, look at this marvelous rainbow. It's speaking to me. Oh, my, my, my! There are naked little girls behind the rainbow and they all have their fingers inside their cunts. Naughty! Naughty! Naughty! ... ."
"Hey, Rocky ... is he ever going to shut up." Daisy said, coming into Rocky's arms and forcing him to kiss her and to cup her breast hard, and to kiss her again. Finally she grabbed his cock, and while she waited to see if he was going to let her go down and stick it in her mouth, their eyes met. Rocky was hot to screw Daisy. But he knew that if Sarah heard about it, it would only make him and Sarah fight more violently. Yet, he could feel her hot loins against his, and her hand was squeezing his cock and working it into a fierce erection.
"Going to give it to me, baby doll?" Daisy said, a leer and a challenge written on the soft seductive flow of his sensuous lips.
"Don't worry, you sweet little whore. When I get through with you, that cunt of yours is going to be too sore for hooking."
"Really, Rocky! Are you going to really give it to me that hard? Come on, baby, give it to me. Give it to me now!" she said, her lips touching his as she spoke softly, seductively, vindictively, passionately.
Rocky's beady black eyes melted with strong male laughter, and pulling her down under him, he rammed his cock all the way up into her juicy and ripe cunt.
"Oh, Rocky," she moaned, every expectation answered and fulfilled by the strong muscular frame of his body on top of her, and his cock digging deeper and deeper up her cunt.
"Like it, baby," Rocky said, keeping that good old college guy, wise guy smile on his face and he rammed the cock in and out of her cunt, and he kept himself perfectly poised above her, watching the expressions on her face change from challenge to submission to desperate need, to panting, to pain, to joy, to blind impulse, and then suddenly her body rocked in climax and her face paled to an almost ashen hue, and then her eyes opened, and she looked up at him nicely, and as soon as she met his gaze, the challenge came back in her eyes, and his cock was still stuck in her, and he confronted that challenge in her eyes by fucking her deeper and slower, alternating between long hard forceful strokes and little strokes that wetted her cunt appetite for more speedy and piston-like fucking.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Rocky?" she asked, trying to indulge him to bring his face down to her lips so she could kiss him. But he kept his face above hers so that he could continue to study the psychological and biological effects his cock was having on her.
"You're the type of girl, if they just show a picture of your face while you're being fucked, everybody can tell what's going on between your legs," he said, smiling that strong, handsome, rebellious smile of his.
"Is that wrong? So I look like I'm getting the works from a real nice guy?
"You think I'm a nice guy?"
"Oh, Rocky, you're sumptuous. You really are," she said, wiggling her hips, trying to lead him on into plunging the cock faster inside her cunt.
"So I'm a great guy, yeah!"
"I told you, Rocky, you're the greatest," she repeated, her face developing a glossy patience with him, but she was really getting irritated by the way he was still poking his cock around in her without throwing any speed into the thrusts.
"How great am I?" Rocky asked, dropping his body down on her, and putting his lips to her ear, and running his cock at a slightly faster speed up her cunt.
"How great!" she moaned, barely able to think.
Rocky got still closer to her, and began to really drum his cock up her cunt. "Come on, Daisy, turn me on. Tell me how great I am. Tell me all about what a great fuck I am!"
"Oh ... Oh ... ." she moaned, and she didn't want him to slow down fucking her, so she started to burble all sorts of obscenities to keep him hot, panting, and fucking.
"How great am I?" he insisted, his breath getting hotter, as his own genitals began to get fully aroused and sensuously stirred.
"You're the biggest piece of meat I've ever had up in my cunt. Oh, give me the meat faster. Sock it to me, Rocky. Sock it up in here, baby, or break me, break me," she cried, her hands floundering helplessly over his sweat-covered body. She stroked his buttocks which were flaming hot in the heat of bumping up and down, ramming the prick up to the hilt of her vagina.
"Get up on all fours," Rocky said toughly. "I want to ram it in you dog style."
"Oh, great!" she said, eagerly getting onto all fours.
"Ready?"
"Ready!" she replied, and then she sighed as the cock ran full speed into her open gash of a cunt. Rocky grabbed her around the legs and thrust her cunt up tighter against his erect and turbulent writhing cock.
"Oh ... Rocky! ... Rocky!" she squealed. But he didn't give a damn about her anymore. She was yielding her cunt up to him, completely, and that made him feel that he had better fuck her to completion before she started yapping again. Rocky always liked to fuck them dog style. He didn't really get too hot talking to chicks, and for all his good nature, in the end, a cunt was just a bag to puncture with your cock!
"Oh, Rocky! I'm coming ... Oh ... God! ... This is too much ... Darling, you're really giving it to me ... ." she moaned and shrieked.
Rocky tried to block his ears to all the chatter of her noise and he concentrated on the pure hot sensations that were sprinkling through the length of his ropelike cock that was buried, wiggling, and creaming the soft rich spoiled contours of her big juicy cunt.
Finally he felt his cock erect into a painfully extended stage and he knew that he was going to juice her cunt all over in just a matter of seconds. The pleasure was great and he wished that these chicks weren't all on pills, otherwise he'd be getting her so fucking pregnant she'd have twins!
"You fucking piece of shit!" he stammered, rammed his cock all the way in, and the deep white foaming sperm shot out of his cock and flowed through the deep dark hot chamber of her vagina.
He could tell that she had come just then too because her ass was relaxed against his belly. He pushed her head down, and getting her ass high up in the air, he parted the buttocks of her ass, and whipped the cleavage clean with his tongue. She had a nice little asshole, and he could tell that she had taken a bath before coming to the party because her skin smelt of lavender soap and talc powder. He dug his mouth and lips and tongue deep into her little hole, but as his tongue got deeper into the hole he began to taste the smell and peculiar unpleasant sensation of real shit. Rocky liked the idea of eating a girl's shit, but he soon withdrew his tongue out of the hole and started licking the outside of the asshole which now tasted and smelled of his own saliva.
He could tell from her quietness that she was really grooving to his tongue work. And he felt his old desire for some perversion rising up inside his cock and inside his mind.
"Baby, I want you to just stay like this. I want to give it to you in the ass. You don't mind, baby, do you? If you want Rocky to be your lover, you've got to become his slave. I want to see you really submitting to me, you hear?"
"Yes, Rocky," Daisy said, excited. "Oh, Rocky, I don't care what you do to my ass."
"You're my slave, right, baby?"
"Right," she said, with great excitement and anticipation.
Her bowels nearly fell out of her asshole when the cock plowed its furiously hard and stern length and thickness of rod up her tiny asshole that had never been broken through by a cock before.
"Oh ... ." she moaned, frightened that she was going to take a shit by accident!
"Don't complain," he warned. "I told you, you've got to be my slave if you want to be my girl."
"I want to be your slave, Rocky," she said, allowing his cock to stay firm and hard in her asshole and yet fearing the embarrassing consequences of letting him rupture her asshole further.
"You like me in your ass, don't you, baby? Cause I got to know that you like it this way," Rocky said, knowing perfectly well that for all her come-on, she was getting more than she had bargained for in fucking him!
"I don't mind it at all, Rocky."
"It's great, ain't it great?" he teased her on, stuffing the cock still deeper inside her so that her behind was big and swollen to bursting, like a stuffed pepper.
"It's great, Rocky," she said, rocking her behind, to see if she could get the cock into a more comfortable position inside her asshole.
"And you're going to be my slave, right? From now on you're going to cook my meals, and straighten up things for me and go get the evening papers and let me go out with the guys when I want."
"Yes. Yes," she said, her asshole becoming tighter and more pained, the longer he delayed getting on with the job of giving her a good fuck up the ass.
"Okay," he said. And now he stuffed his fingers into her cunt from below, and he began to muscle his cock into her ass.
Just as she began to brace herself for the blows of his cock, he pulled the cock in and out and gave such speed to his thrusts that she closed her eyes which were full of tears and pain and humiliation, and she tried to close her mind to all the mixed sensations of revulsion and disgust that were going through her as he plunged his dagger deep into her ass and pulled it out still faster and stuck it back in again, with total disinterest in her pleasure and with sole concern for the demands of his own thirst for thrills and enjoyment.
She hated him for the way he was taking her through this disgusting perversion. Then she felt his fingers working their way deep into her vagina. She tried to resist. For she knew she would become a passionate pig if he began to work her into a state of orgasm in her cunt while he was hammering the cock into her ass! She tried to tighten the lips to her cunt, but his fingers were too quick and too strong, and soon his fingers were completely and deeply into her cunt, and she felt her body swaying back and forth, and she found herself seeking out the hammering blows of the cock up her cunt, and she couldn't help but become just a wild, sex crazy animal, lusting after every sensation that he was stirring in her body, in her flesh, in the holes and crevices of her being.
"Oh ... Oh God! Rocky! Rocky! Help me!" As her body became but a tool, an ownerless pawn for the service of his base needs and masculine desires.
Rocky pretended not to know how shocked and disgusted she was at the sexual depravity to which he was pressuring her. He kept telling her that she was a good lay, and he made it seem as though it would be ridiculous for her to doubt but that all girls let a guy treat her like a gutter freak!
"That's my girl. Slam your ass onto my cock!" he kept saying, and then with that broad hot smile on his lips, he would watch her slam her ass onto his cock, driving that long hard strong weapon deeper and deeper into her bleeding and pain-ridden asshole. She was a good slave, he thought happily.
Then the sensations of her flesh tickling his cock became overwhelming, and he buried his face against the smooth flesh of her back, and he began to plunge his cock into her, not for the sake of humiliating her further, but simply to fulfill the lust-maddened passion of his own sexual nature aroused.
He tightened his hold on her pelvis and rammed the cock with battering speed up into her ass, and then he stopped for a moment and felt the discharge of sperm shoot out of his cock.
"Oh!" he moaned, thinking what a beautiful feeling it was to fuck somebody and to just let all that hot sperm flow into that hot furnace. "Wow! It was really something." Unlike then-first fuck, he now was temporarily satisfied, and he was no longer looking forward to having to f put up with her inane girlish crush on him. He kept the cock buried in her ass a little longer, and he could hear her moaning as her body wrenched in repeated orgasm. Then he pulled the cock out, and before he got the thing completely out, she put her hand to her asshole, and quickly she got up and made a run for the bathroom.
Rocky burst out laughing, and he laughed so much he had to hold the sides of his stomach. She looked so freaking crazy racing to the bathroom, with her buttocks all smeared with dirt and her boobs flashing in the light.
Rocky sat back now and rubbing his cock which was deflated but still full of fun and sensation, he started to scan what all the other freaks were doing, and he was eager to cop some sex out of somebody else's fuck scene.
Herman, thank heavens!, was sitting quietly in a corner, contemplating the sun god, or some other eternal phenomenon that was very real to him now but which would start to disappear in a couple of hours when the drug started to wear off!
Jimmy the Rat was prowling around with his bps sucking up the sex juices from the cunts of two girls who were kissing each other, while leaving themselves, from the waist down, free and open to Jimmy's touches, probing and fuckings.
Rocky knew this was the scene he next wanted to make!
Jimmy the Rat was a short, well-built guy, with a large, hard dick, and the dick showed more emotion than Jimmy the Rat ever showed. Jimmy liked fucking chicks who were making it with their lips kissing each other. That way he could devote himself to the pure biology of cunt licking and fingering and fucking.
Jimmy the Rat was proud of the fact that he had never gotten involved with a girl romantically. Unlike Rocky who had started living and doing things with Sarah, Jimmy had always maintained a cool appraisal of chicks. If they wanted to open their cunt meat to him, good. Otherwise, get lost!
And Rocky had to admit that all the young teeny boppers loved Jimmy the Rat. Anybody would think he was a great and loyal lover. He would screw them once and then send them back out on the street. But his very ruthlessness made him a symbol of what all men should be like. His impenetrability showed the pure masculine ethic, untouched by the meekness and cowed quality of the hard-working middle class husband, supporting the bitching wife and the two kids.
Jimmy the Rat was the great experience for all girls of twelve to fourteen who were running into the Village to escape suffocation in the homes of their dull suburbia parents, and Jimmy liked the young ones because they were easily impressed into giving him anything he wanted, and they would quickly agree to get in bed with other girls and lick and eat cunt so that he could sit by the bed and jerk off. And after he jerked off, he would stand up and have one girl suck his cock and the other get her tongue between his ass, and he'd look down and see these young girls practically children! depraving themselves in servility to his genitals and ass.
Rocky was in the mood to have two girls work him over like that. After licking Daisy cunt and ass, it was time he got on the other side of that action.
"What about giving me a piece of this action?" Rocky said, kneeing his way into Jimmy the Rat's little action circle.
"Sure, man. Pick a leg," Jimmy said, his wiry lean body bending like a bow as he sat naked with his legs crossed under him and his body bent over so he could play with the girls' tits!
Jimmy was a hairy little runt, and as Rocky looked him over he couldn't help but be puzzled as to why girls went so crazy over a guy whose ribs showed through his skin, and who never washed his jeans except maybe in the summer when somebody threw him into a pond somewhere. There was even a rumor around that Jimmy's strange cough was third-degree syphilis. But Rocky knew plenty of chicks that had slept with Jimmy the Rat and none of them had come down with the love disease. Besides the only reason the love disease existed was because middle class people were the only types of people allowed in colleges and medical schools, and middle class people weren't going to get rid of a disease which might make hippies happier than they already were. No, the middle class community leaders were using all sorts of pressure to make hippies starve, die, and get disease-ridden and drug-addicted ... And yet, the jungle cycle went on, and like the primitive tribes in undeveloped societies the race continued forward totally unperturbed by its technologically more advanced and more dressed-up neighbors!
Rocky intended to get his piece of ass out of these two girls soon, but he was content to sit back for a few minutes and let Jimmy the Rat finish licking off their nipples and their cunts.
Jimmy the Rat was like a fish the way he wiggled from one part of their bodies to the next. The girls were both full of giggles and they were really digging this orgy scene which was something new to both of them.
One of the girls, Janice, was a short but well-stacked secretary type, with big boobs and a juicy brown cunt; she had dark green eyes and she wore thick lipstick over her still nearly childish lips. She was sitting on her ass with her feet on the floor and her knees bent, and every time Jimmy came in for a lick of cunt, she would open her legs and then close them tight and try to hold his head in a vice so that he couldn't get free of her cunt!
Jimmy the Rat was sort of a grimy character. He was playful only on his terms, which meant only when he wanted to be friendly. And although Janice giggled at the ferocity with which Jimmy the Rat fought to get free of her leg vice, yet, Rocky could tell that the moment her legs closed on his head, Jimmy the Rat began to swear that women were the foulest thing on earth. Jimmy the Rat was like that. He mocked a girl if she wouldn't let him in, but he mocked her more after she opened her legs and proved to him what an open whore she was.
But the girls loved that, and many of them, like Janice, were just out for a night of screwing anyway! This shouldn't have bothered Rocky. After all, a girl's got a right to want to play the field. But what was really hanging up his head tonight was the fight he had had with Sarah. It was just this afternoon.
Rocky had come up to the apartment to smoke a joint. Sarah was cooking some spaghetti, and so one thing led to another, and they set out two plates and some cheap Chianti, and they smoked a little, and they got high, and they took their plates of food into the other room and turned on the television set and sort of ate a little, drank a little, kissed a little.
Then the television set began to come alive, and everything that is secret started coming out. That was when Rocky first became aware that the television set that had been on all this time was turned into some puppet show. And this puppet was telling everybody to screw, fuck, and smoke pot! At first it seemed unreal like maybe somebody had thrown some sort of drug into the spaghetti sauce and they were going on the paranoid adventure of the year!
But then the television station turned black, and an announcer came on and started blabbering something about technical difficulties. And then the screen went black again, but all sorts of voices were screaming, "Get him off the air. God damn him! He's going to ruin us! Jesus Christ! Oh, why, why, why did we ever give him a kiddie show!"
Sarah was the first one to come out of it, and she hurried up to the television set and began changing the stations to see if there was any pattern to what was happening. On one of the channels, there was a sign on saying, "Stand by, Emergency News."
They waited about ten seconds, then a graying but well preserved man in a well-tailored suit, sitting behind a large desk came on the air. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we've just had a report that some revolutionists have taken over one of our competitor's stations. The reports are incomplete so far. But numerous persons have reported hearing obscenities and all sorts of revolutionist slogans coming across the set. Now they say that these slogans advocating take-over of the government, among other things, were mouthed by a puppet. Naturally, of course, this is very common in revolutionary activities to have a puppet regime obtain temporary control ... Just one minute, ladies and gentlemen, I've just been given a more up-to-date report....
"Well ... ." the broadcaster said, puzzled, "According to this, there isn't a puppet regime, but rather there was a puppet show called 'Herman and Melville,' and this puppet which is just a puppet began to advocate that we all start doing obscene things and smoke illegal commodities ... Well, I must admit, ladies and gentlemen, I'm as baffled about all of this as you are ... But WCRY will keep on the trail, and if there's a story to tell, WCRY will tell it ... and now, let's take a few minutes off and listen to a word about bad breath ... ."
Sarah flipped the station back to the one where Melville and Herman had been appearing. The station now had an old movie on, and there was absolutely no suggestion that anything peculiar had earlier happened on its station!
Sarah tried other stations, but they all were either avoiding the scandal or just promising to get the full details at some later time.
Sarah turned off the set and they just sat there for a few minutes.
Finally Rocky said, "Well, what does it matter? Probably just a game of some kind."
"That's what you hippy freaks say about everything. It's just a fame. It's just fun."
"All right, let's not talk about it then, if you're in one of your moods." Rocky said, getting up, straightening the legs of his tight pants and getting ready to step out of the apartment before she threw one of her domestic fits.
"That's right. Now that I've fed you, just Walk right out, until you get hungry again."
Rocky grabbed her by the arm and almost pulled her up off the floor, "What the fuck you want me to do, baby? Lick your ass because you gave me some food?"
Then he let go of her. It was senseless trying to point anything out to her. Sarah let herself be dropped back onto the floor. Then she pulled herself up and went into the kitchen and since the apartment lacked privacy, she stood in the corner over the sink and tried to wipe away her tears.
Rocky felt sorry for her. She was just a human being, and life hadn't treated her right. But it hadn't treated him right either. It hadn't treated anybody right.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her so that her backside was pressing warm and soft against his belly side and he could feel the softness of her ass pressing against his rising cock.
"Come on, baby, I know I don't treat you the way a man should treat a woman. I don't buy you pretty things, and I don't have any grub or a place to stay of my own. But that's the way I am." And then he kissed the ends of her dark hair and the soft lush nape of her neck, "But I'm a good lover, ain't I? There ain't anybody, except for one or two guys on the street, who can fuck as good as Rocky O'Keefe."
"Rocky, I want you to get out of my life."
Rocky broke away from her. "Okay. I will. How's that!"
"I mean it, Rocky. "I mean it too, baby."
"Okay, then it's settled." Sarah said, wiping the rest of her tears away with her hand. "I want you to leave right now. There are some cardboard cartons in the living room; you can pack your things in them."
"Wait a minute, baby!" Rocky protested sticking his finger right out of her, as if he would have liked to have made it a fist. "Rocky ain't taking any orders from a dame. Now you want us to be through. Good! I don't need you for anything. In fact, I've been planning to leave for some time now. But I didn't want to hurt your feelings. That's the only reason I've been staying."
"Well, you can't stay here, if you've agreed to leave. The world isn't a kindergarten, Rocky. Of the two things, leaving and staying, you've got to choose one. That's what's wrong with all you hippy guys. You call yourselves men, but you can't make a decision worth beans. You want to be regarded as men, but it's the women who have to go out and earn the bread." Sarah shouted.
"You talk big, but when have you ever earned any money?" All I ever see you doing is cashing checks from your mommy."
"Don't knock my relation with my mommy. At least I know how to pull a con job. I'd like to see you try and get twelve thousand dollars out of that old bag. And besides where did all the money go during the last two years. More than half of it went to supporting you and your pals."
"Well, let that be a lesson to you. Stolen money is bad!" Rocky retorted.
"Well, if it was so bad, then you won't mind being without it."
"Listen Sarah, I hate doing this to you, baby. But you deserve it. I'm going to call up that mother of yours and tell her that you ain't no Latin Literature student at no Columbia University, and you ain't training yourself for any teaching profession. You're just cheating that dumb woman because she's too stupid to see what a liar and a con artist you are."
Sarah's eyes glistened with revenge and hate. "And you know what my mother would do, if you ever told her anything like that. She'll call me up and she'd ask Sarah who you are. And I'd say, 'Mama, he's just one of these crazy hippies who used to be a college student, but then he started taking LSD and his mind started expanding, and it's getting bigger and crazier all the time.' And then I'd say, 'Mama, he's been to the school psychiatrist, but they couldn't do anything about him, and I even went to see the psychiatrist myself, Mama, because he was scaring me to death the way he kept saying he was going to tell everybody that I was a whore and a prostitute, and Mama, the school psychiatrist told me to just stay away from him because once they get on drugs, they ain't worth a damn.'
"And you know what my Mama's going to say, after I tell her all of that, Rocky. She's going to say, 'Sarah, darling, I'm so glad you know how to take care of yourself and you're not like some girls who don't know when to break away from a man who's turned to vice.' "
"You got everything figured out. You even got a plan to get rid of me, so you can get somebody else in here to make love to you and tell you how grateful he is that you're feeding him." Rocky retorted, sarcastically.
"Believe me, Rocky O'Keefe, the next guy that gets into this apartment is going to have to pay for his own spaghetti. I'll produce the sauce and the plates, but that's it.
Rocky stood there looking at her. He wanted to hate her, but what could he say. She had caught him off-guard.
"I'll be back!" he said, and slammed the door behind him.
"Make sure it's before midnight. Otherwise, I won't let you in, you louse!" Sarah screamed down the stairway that smelled from bad ventilation and too many bathroom toilets in the hall.
That had been his scene with Sarah. Well, it was all behind him now. He would take a piece of ass, and then he'd get up to Sarah, pack his things, and move in with one of his pals until he could find another dame to fall in love with his strong body.
He couldn't help but feel somewhat rejected that Sarah was dropping him. He had learned a lot of tricks from her. Like instead of just telling her mama that she was going to Columbia university so as to become a teacher, she used to actually go through all the registration, and she'd sign up for eight or nine hundred dollars worth of courses, and as soon as she gave the bursar's office her check, they would give her a receipt. Then she'd mail the receipt to her Mama, and then go to the bank and stop payment on the check.
The bursar's receipt would make her mama rest secure that the nine hundred dollars had gone to the university just as Sarah had promised. Then, just to make sure the university didn't get annoyed because she stopped payment, she would then call up the bursar's office and tell them that her father had just had a heart attack and that she might have to take a plane out to Texas and visit her mother until they found out more about her father's condition.
The bursar would show great sympathy and tell her that she could always get all of her money back if she withdrew in a few days times.
Naturally the check had already been stopped of payment.
That night, Sarah would write a very personal and heartfelt letter to the bursar in which she would explain that her mother had insisted that she leave New York and come out to Texas immediately. Thus, because she didn't have enough money for the plane fare, she had to stop payment on the check covering her courses. But that if she got back to New York before courses began, she would register again. Otherwise, she would take a semester off and reapply in the Spring. She also wrote a similar letter to the head of the Teacher's School. Thus, when Spring came, she could claim that her father was better and she could reapply. Each semester something would go wrong and then just to distract the university, she would get one of her girl friend's to go through the same procedure, using the money from Sarah's mother. The bursar's receipt would list the sum paid and the date. And Sarah would send that on to her Mother and give the girl friend a hundred and fifty dollars for her trouble.
As the campus was full of revolutionists, it was easy to find kids who would help Sarah out with her various schemes to defraud the university, and the university never suspected a thing because Sarah looked so clean, wholesome, and innocent. She just didn't look like a revolutionist. That was the peculiar thing about Sarah. She wasn't really a revolutionist. She was a con artist. The most successful type too! The ones who don't belong to any cause but their own desire to rise out of being poor! Sarah was really something!
Rocky was watching Jimmy the Rat stick his cock into Janice's dark -haired cunt. The other girl, Mildred, was licking Jimmy the Rat's ass, and she kept rubbing her pussy against his ass, but that didn't produce any reaction in her cunt, so she would go back to sucking his ass hole.
"Hey, come on and get my stick in you." Rocky said, climbing over to where Mildred was bent over licking Jimmy the Rat's ass.
"Hi, who are you?" Mildred asked, her eyes opening up wide, as she saw his strong shoulders, his broad chest, and his firm belly, his thin hips and his well built thighs and big cock jutting out, ready to take her to bed.
"I'm Rocky O'Keefe." he said, grabbing her breasts and getting ready to stick his cock inside her.
"Janice, look at this one." Mildred said, and Rocky could have slugged her. If there was one thing he hated it was having girls go "ooh and aah" over him. He knew he was good looking, and all he wanted to do was to fuck. He didn't give a shit what they thought of his body, his muscles, his physique and all that crap that the fairies go out so big for.
"OOH! he's a big one." Janice says. "I'm having a good time with Jimmy. But you go ahead and fuck him."
"Okay," Mildred said.
"I'm glad she gave you permission." Rocky said, as he lowered his body down on her, and he felt his big cock graze against her cunt which was nice and moist from somebody else having fucked her earlier in the evening.
"Oh, Janice likes everybody." Mildred said, not noticing that Rocky had been sarcastic.
She had a nice post adolescent body, moderately well stacked, but full of good vigorous meat, the kind of chick who thrives on a good work out in bed, and Rocky was in the right mood to give her just that.
His cock sank into her, like a mouse darting into a hole in the wall, and she was soft and foamy as cheese inside.
"Do you like me?" she asked matter-of-factly, studying the excitement building up in his face.
"Sure." he replied.
"Oh, you're like the others. You say that to everybody." she complained, but her hips grooved to his cock inside her.
"So I say it to everybody. What difference does it make?" he answered.
"None. I was just wondering. Have you ever had a girl you didn't like?"
"No."
"See! That's what I mean. It's all the same with you, a cunt is a cunt is a cunt."
"But not all cocks are the same, are they baby?" he said, getting his edge on that argument.
She closed her eyes and grooved to the rich strong feeling of his cock inside her. She started to hum, and that really got the better part of Rocky's nerve.
He contemplated telling her to stop humming. He couldn't recognize the song, but it made no difference. It was fucking up his mind, her humming like that!
"Why don't you stop humming?" he said.
"I like humming when I fuck." She answered, honestly. "Music is very spiritual."
Then she closed her eyes and went back to humming and to letting her body groove to the smarting blows of his strong and lusting cock.
Rocky felt his cock growing hot inside her, and he knew that her indifference and disobedience to him was driving him in a premature ejaculation, damn her! He clamped his mouth down on her mouth, and pushing her shoulders down on the floor, he mounted her so heavily that she was too breathless to be able to moan anymore!
"How's it going?" he said. She moaned, but she couldn't say anything because his mouth was soon down on hers again, and his tongue was going deep into her throat, and his cock was breaking its way up her vagina.
"Must you be so vicious?" she pleaded.
"You love it, you little whore!"
"Ooh!" she sobbed, and she tried, weakly, to break free of him because he was smiling at her and making fun of her slave-like state. But his cock pulled out and stepped back into her cunt, and she soon was closing her eyes and giving him her mouth and her breasts and her cunt to plunder and rape as much as he wished.
"Want me to stop?" he said, feeling his cock cooling off and he knew that he could slow his fucking down and stay in a while and tease her without running the risk of having a premature orgasm.
"No. Don't stop. Come on, pump, humpy!" she said, wiggling her hips and trying to make him move his ass and his cock up and down.
"I'm tired," he said, resting his cock deep inside her and holding it there while he got a kick out of watching her open her eyes and look at him with that helpless ambitious stare of a woman who doesn't give a damn about him but just wants to manipulate him into giving her the fuck more and more.
"You aren't through?" she pleaded. "I guess I can pump a little more," he said. "But I have to rest first."
"What do you mean?" she said, her mouth hanging open in desire and moistness. "What's wrong with you."
"War injury."
"Oh! Really."
"I'll be all right."
"What are you, a Vietnam G.I. or something! I thought you were a Hippy."
"I don't want to talk about it, baby," he said, and he started moving his cock in and out. She closed her eyes and lay back, waiting for the pumping sensation of his cock inside her to start taking over and send thrill and sensations all through her body.
Rocky wasn't through playing games with her. She was naive and he liked them that way. He pumped moderately hard and then he slowed down again. "That's enough for now. I've got to rest."
"But you just got through resting," she said, and she kept her eyes closed, refusing to pay attention to his excuses.
"You want to hear about the big battle I was in?"
"No!"
"Aren't you for the war?"
She opened her eyes. "You're the queerest creep I've ever met. I really can't take this. You're blowing my mind. Do you want to fuck or don't you? I can get somebody else, you know?"
She was a saucy little bitch, and he hadn't expected to be challenged by her. But now that she had waved the flag, his bull like determination was binding him to make her need his cock until she was bloody well begging him to finish the fucking.
He plunged the cock fast and hard into her, and her thighs opened nice and wide so that he was completely in her, and then he rolled on his side, and letting his body rest against one of her thighs, he started to plunge his cock into her from the side, thrusting deeper and deeper until he had complete penetration. Now she was going crazy and she was panting and moaning, and he could tell that she was orgasming all through her cunt, and his cock was feeling the heat of her body warming and roasting his cock, and he knew that although he had planned to torment her further, his own heat and sexual need was taking over. He stuck the cock in and out, rocking their sweating bodies back and forth as they lay sideways, and then he could tell that it was only a matter of split seconds now before his final resistance gave way, and his cock squirted the sperm out whether he was ready to squirt the sperm or not. He gritted his teeth, and he could hear himself moan, and then the orgasm started to shoot out of his cock: two short squirts and then one long blast of come, right into her moist and furnace hot cunt.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!" she muttered to herself, as the full force of the fuck struck her. Her eyes were still closed, but she had this supreme look of contentment on her face, and he knew that it was his cock and not him which had made its impression on her. What the Hell! It was her cunt, not her that had made its impression on him! So, nothing was changed; a fuck was a fuck was a fuck!
Philosophy didn't have long to exist, for Jimmy the Rat and Janice had finished their fuck, and she was making Jimmy go down on her cunt for a half hour before she would let him fuck her again.
"And I want you to come over here and fuck me under the arm pit," she was saying to Rocky.
"I don't want to fuck you under the armpit," he was saying quietly!
"I've got to have a cock under my armpit. It's my thing. A guy going down on me, a fuck under the armpit from a second guy, and a chick's cunt over my mouth! That's my favorite thing," Janice explained.
"Oh, come on, Rocky," Mildred said, excited by the idea of getting her cunt on top of Janice's mouth. "We can feel each other up, while we are giving her her thing."
Rocky was shy. He had never been big on freaky things. Once he had emptied a whole squirt can of shaving cream up a girl's cunt. But she was freaking out of her mind on Dexedrine, so it wasn't as if she was able to know what was happening to her. She just laid there rapping and rapping about her father, her mother, her aunts, her trips to this country and that. Meanwhile, the shaving cream is billowing out of her cunt!"
But that was the only freaky thing he had done. Freaky sex thing! A lot of the things he did were freaky, like stealing bicycles when he was a kid, and then stealing watches when he was a teen-agers, and he had once conned a girl's father out of $5000 in return for his not seeing they guy's daughter anymore. But as soon as he got the $5000, he took the chick to Puerto Rico and fucked her until she got pregnant and she had to go home for an abortion!
But, fucking a chick under the armpit wasn't his thing, and he always had the queasy feeling that freaky sex things weren't really masculine!
"Come on!" they were all shouting now. Jimmy the Rat was burying his head in Janice's cunt as she had ordered him to do. Jerry the Rat looked good with his head buried in a cunt and his headless body laying out on the floor.
"Ooh, this is good, Janice!" Mildred oozes as she felt Janice's tongue reaching up into her cunt. Then Mildred wrapped her arms about Rocky's neck and pulled him closer and then Rocky felt Janice's hot and eager hands on his balls and he could tell from the firmness with which she grabbed his balls that this was one time when the female was going to use him as she wished. He didn't give a fuck, anyway. He began to take Mildred's hips into his hands, and as he looked down and saw Janice's tongue going up Mildred's quim, he felt like sticking his cock right up her cunt. But he knew that he had better not interfere with Janice's tongue working up into Mildred's cunt because Janice had him by the balls, and he wasn't going to argue while he was being held in that position!
Janice's hands started reaching for his cock and Rocky tightened his buttocks as he felt her ambitious hand going up into his tight asshole.
Her fingers got caught up in his ass hairs, and he fidgeted this way and that as this ass hair and that ass hair was pulled out of his skin. It was the type of discomfort that only a ruthless and ambitiously self-pleasure-seeking female like Janice would inflict on a guy. After all, there Janice lay on the floor, with three people trying to fill up her ever hold and keep her ever limb occupied sexually! She had a good thing going. She was like an octopus drawing all the other fishes in the sea into her net!
It was pleasant though. And Rocky managed to get her pawing on his balls rather than his asshole. But he really was getting bored with all this freakiness, and he felt his knee growing hot under her armpit, and the thought of fucking her under the armpit made him feel a little bit more freaky and way out there. He would really like to fuck her in the cunt or the ass, and it really put him out, getting stuck in this intermediate position, while the other two were holding on to major portholes!
"What about letting me fuck you a bit, and Jimmy the Rat can give it to you under the arm?" Rocky said.
Janice was busying sucking Mildred's cunt, so she didn't answer, and she probably didn't hear the question either.
"Let me get down there." Rocky said to Jimmy the Rat.
"Ask her!" Jimmy the Rat said, not at all interested in whether or not Rocky got his nuts off fucking her in the cunt or in the armpit.
"I already did." he complained. "She's busy."
"Fuck her in the armpit. What difference does it make!" Jimmy the Rat said, and then he dug his tongue back into her hot and orgasming cunt.
"I tell you it makes a difference. Now, I want her cunt."
"Fuck you!" Jimmy the Rat said.
"Fuck yourself!" Rocky said, and his fist smashed into Jimmy the Rat's jaw.
The party started to get cluttered as all the guys weighed who was fighting whom, and they all started taking sides and punching. The girls, with their usual hysteria at being left out and abandoned from the warlike male instinct, squealed and screamed and huddled at the sides of the room, and watched all the cocks and muscles flinging and swinging this way and that. In the corner were two guys struggling against each other, and then realizing they didn't know what the fight was over, they began kissing each other and the cock of one slipped into the asshole of the other, and their bodies began to writhe in the torments of intense sexual passion.
Rocky was grabbing Jimmy the Rat and busting him against the wall. And Jimmy the Rat was taking all the punishment because he was too broken down by Rocky's punches to be able to fight back. And Rocky realized that he really hated drug dealers anyway, so half the punches were because he hated hard drug dealers and the rest of the punches were because he just didn't like the slimy arrogance and high fallutin' airs of Jimmy the Rat anyway.
Most of the guys had stopped fighting now, and they were trying to pull Rocky off Jimmy the Rat before Jimmy the Rat got his head busted in. Bad enough the police do that!
Rocky had pretty much melted Jimmy the Rat down, so he allowed himself to be stopped by the other fellows. Then, with his nose bleeding slightly, he pulled away and leaving the other guys to take care of Jimmy the Rat, he began to look around for his clothes. It was just as well to leave while he was still hot for a fuck. By the time he got to Sarah's he'd be as horny as hell and he knew Sarah couldn't resist his cock when he was real strong and horny!
CHAPTER 5
Sarah was sitting up, waiting for Rocky to come by for his things. She toed to tell herself that she would feel better when Rocky had moved out, but she knew in her heart that there was something bothering her that had nothing to do with Rocky. It was the dummy that had been on television this afternoon. There was something about that dummy that wasn't right. The television broadcasters were now saying that it had all been part of a joke that had gone a bit wild. And yet the big wide smile of that wooden headed dummy stood out in her mind. There was something evil about that dummy and as if evil could give forth radiations, she was dominated by a compulsion, a fear, to do something about that dummy, to seek it out ... to kill it!
It was crazy, and yet, she couldn't help herself. There was something evil about that dummy! And when Rocky knocked on the door, she decided to forget all about his moving out and to tell him about her suspicions about the dummy.
"So what?" Rocky said, picking up the newspaper and reading the headlines and stories about the dummy.
"But look at the way riots have broken out in Mexico, Brazil, Argentina. Everybody identifies with that dummy. I tell you Rocky, there's something about that dummy that I don't like. All the dummy did was say two sentences, but everybody's falling under this sway."
"Oh, that's silly, Sarah." he said, rubbing his crotch, hoping to divert her interest to better things. "It's just a dummy.
"No. It's a dummy that has figured out some way to use mass hypnosis!"
"Sarah!"
"Rocky, I'm serious. I'm dead serious. That dummy has everybody hypnotized."
"And why aren't you hypnotized, if all the rest of the world is hypnotized? Come on, Sarah! Wake up! This is crazy!"
"Believe what you like, Rocky. But I'm telling you, something strange is going on, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if that dummy starts causing more and more trouble. Oh! Why don't you all wake up and see that this is serious!"
"I still don't believe it." Rocky said, firmly. "Now! Can I spend the night, or do I have to leave?"
"You can spend the night!"
"Are we going to fuck?"
"What does that have to do with it?"
"I want to fuck, and I'm not going to go through the middle class marriage bit. If I can't fuck you without being yelled at, I'm going to go sleep with the fellows. At least my temptations don't occur there."
"Rocky." she said, running her hand through his thick black hair, "you will help me investigate what's going on with that dummy puppet."
Rocky put his hand up her dress and he felt the heat of her thighs encasing his hand. "What kind of investigation?"
"Well, we can pretend that we're newspaper reporters and then we can interview the man who holds the puppet and does its talking for it."
"I already met him. He's not the least bit political. He's a bit nutty, and a good deal innocent and harmless. And believe me, he wouldn't understand your theory about the dummy."
"But he does put the words into the dummy's mouth. So, why can't we simply ask him why he put those words into the dummy's mouth?"
"Because, if you read the newspapers, then you'd know he's already given out his explanation. 'The dummy talks for itself.' "
"Rocky, that's a publicity stunt and you know it."
"But if he can say that with a straight face to the press, I'm sure he can repeat it to us."
"But Rocky, you don't believe him, do you?" Sarah exclaimed.
"What difference does it make?"
"Rocky! That's what I mean by mass hypnosis! The man tells an entire country that his dummy speaks for itself and nobody gets disturbed. It is important. There is something peculiar about that dummy. I mean, what if the old man is telling the truth? He says, 'The dummy speaks for itself,' and everybody laughs. But maybe he told us the truth!"
"Well, then, we'd be in terrible trouble, wouldn't we?"
"Yes, we would." Sarah said. "It would mean that the forces of evil have a mouthpiece."
That night, while Rocky was fucking Sarah and getting his rocks off, in another part of town, Mr. Boswell, president of the television station, was sitting at his desk in his large apartment duplex. He was rereading the newspapers, and there was something about the entire sequence of events which made him extremely uneasy. For although the publicity was going well, it seemed to him as though he and his firm had gotten out of the mess much too easily. It seemed as though everything had been set up so that nobody would protest much over what the dummy had said! Indeed! Everybody seemed to believe the dummy and to think it was perfectly simple, clear, and intelligent!
There was a knock on the door. Mr. Boswell started to close the newspaper and get up and go to the door. But before he even got up, a voice called to him:
"Hello, Mr. Boswell." the voice said, in a cackling tone.
Mr. Boswell felt the blood run cold in his veins, and then the dummy walked into the room, with that sadistic crazy smile on its wooden face, and a pistol was held awkwardly in its hand. The dummy was not just as tall as Mr. Boswell, and he aimed the gun right for Mr. Boswell's heart.
"No. Don't shoot!" he shouted, but his voice ran back into his throat, as his chest exploded under the force of five bullets charging into his body with pummeling force.
"Well, now he's dead!" was all the dummy said, and dropping the gun on the floor, smiling, the dummy walked out of the apartment, with the same ease with which he had entered. For his mental powers allowed him to turn all looks and make all enemies not notice his presence!
* * *
Mr. Convention was screwing his wife, Hortense, when the servant at Mr. Boswell's called up Mr. Convention to tell him that Mr. Boswell was dead and that the stock holders wanted Leonard Convention to get right into Mr. Boswell's chair and keep a firm hold on what went on at the television studio. There could be no doubt, but that Boswell's death was a well planned murder.
* * *
While Leonard Convention rushed back to the television station, Herman had taken a taxi from the LSD party and was now in Grand Central Station where he was planning to get his puppet out of the luggage compartment.
* * *
Sarah was trying to fall asleep in Rocky's strong arms, when suddenly her eyes saw a light flashing in the living room. She decided to take a peep before waking Rocky up. There was something strange about this light, it was white and with shadows!
Hurrying to the doorway into the living room, she saw the television set on! And the dummy was giving one of his broadcasts! Without Herman, the ventriloquist!
The voice wasn't on. And Sarah wasn't sure whether or not to turn on the volume. She went to the window and, looking out the window, she saw that all the neighbors were getting out of bed, lights were going on, and she saw television sets in many of the apartments going on, while the owners stared at the sets, puzzled as to how a television set could turn itself on in more than one apartment, at that!
"Rocky! Rocky!" Sarah shouted, shaking him hard.
"What's the fucking matter?" Rocky said, and pushing her away, he tried to go back to sleep, and he pulled the pillow from under his head and put it over his face.
"Rocky!" she shouted, pulling at him again. "The dummy's on television."
"The who?"
"The dummy, and it's three o'clock in the morning."
"I don't care. That's a dumb hour for a television show. I told you that dummy wasn't evil. He's just stupid."
"Rocky, get up right away. I want to go to that television studio and get a close look!" Sarah explained, pulling him out of bed and putting a cold water towel on his head so that he wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep again.
* * *
Sarah and Rocky took only a few minutes to get into their clothes and get started on their journey. But it wasn't as easy as they had thought it would be.
The dummy had told everybody to stop working, and to just make love and smoke pot and give up all ambition and all worldly ambitions and attainments.
For some reason, everybody was doing what the dummy said. The subways had stopped and people were forced to get out and walk the rest of the way in the middle of the night!
* * * *
At the television station, Leonard Convention started taking over things. He managed to have one of his boys round up Herman. Herman, however, did not want to go on television!
"Mr. Convention, I beg you to fire me. Please!" Herman was imploring.
"How can I fire you? Your dummy's doing a beautiful job. We have the highest rating we've ever had. Everybody who has a television set is tuned in! Frankly, I don't understand any of this, but it doesn't matter. The station's stock is going to be way up on the Stock Exchange tomorrow, and if that dummy keeps going, I'm going to be a multi-millionaire before the week is over."
"But, sir!" Herman pleaded. "Melville doesn't need me. He has his own mind."
"Don't be silly." Mr. Convention laughed. "A dummy's just a dummy. Now get out there and show the people that you've been feeding him his lines ever since he went on the air at 3 AM."
"Yes, sir." Herman said, and frightened to refuse to do as ordered, he went out before the television cameras!
"Hi, Herman." Melville said, waving his straw hand and winking his big wooden and painted eyes.
"Hello, Melville." Herman said, trying to look pleased and friendly.
"I've just been talking to all these nice people. Been telling them about the advantages of pot over cigarettes that give you cancer."
"Oh! Why don't we talk about boat trips!"
"Fuck boat trips! Let's talk about orgies!" Melville said, winking into the cameras.
"Oh! Oh!" Herman said, his face flushing.
"Don't say 'Oh! Oh!'. Be a man, put something brilliant in my mouth." Melville accused and winked again into the camera.
"I'm not very progressive, I guess." Herman said, apologetically.
"You're damn right. You're so archaic, it's pathetic." Melville said, and winked twice at the camera, and opened his mouth and showed his teeth.
"Yes, I guess so." Herman said, not knowing whether to get off the stage or force himself to stay there and take Melville's insufferable insults.
"He didn't think I would get brave enough to really lay the insults on." Melville told his audience. "But I've got a lot to say to you people out there. We're going to have a totally new society, and you're all going to have to do whatever I say ... Because I'm the ruler now!"
The camera men suddenly began to start looking around to see if they should get ready to turn Melville off. Was he bragging crazily or was he being serious??
Leonard Convention waved his hand to the cameraman and assured them that Melville was all in jest and that Melville was to have complete power to say what he liked. Leonard was proud of this puppet. This puppet had brains which was something his partner Herman had never had!
"Now there's one thing worse than cigarettes, people, and that's liquor." Melville shouted. But suddenly his happy face grew tense, and an angry pout and a stern jowled look took over his expression. His dictatorial tendencies increased and viciously he leered into the camera now, and his voice increased in volume so that it had an hysterical pitch that was hypnotic in its range and intensity.
Melville twisted his mouth and belched forth the following commandment across the television screen: "DESTROY ALL LIQUOR STORES. WIPE OUT CIRRHOSIS OF THE LIVER. DESTROY ALL LIQUOR STORES. TAKE UP POT. BECOME A FLOWER CHILD."
"Boss, do you want this puppet on the screen?" one of the cameramen asked, coming over to Leonard.
"Sure, why not? The puppet's a money maker. We'll be in the papers of every news sheet in town. I tell you, fellows, this puppet's going to make us rich!" Leonard clapped his hands, and putting them tightly into each other, he ground them in nervous anticipation and tension.
Who would have thought of it? A Guerrilla Puppet! What an Idea! Leonard thought. What an Idea!
CHAPTER 6
When the news of Boswell's death reached Lillian, she found herself horrified that Leonard would gain complete control of the television station and thus she would be forced to do whatever Leonard said either that, or marry him. And she knew that Leonard wouldn't be turned away from the idea of marriage easily.
For nearly a half hour after she received news of Boswells death, Lillian paced the floor of her living room, thinking, thinking, thinking. Billy was up in the bedroom sleeping. She hadn't told him yet that Boswell was dead. Even if she told him, he wouldn't understand what a fix she was in. Or would he!!
Lillian had always suspected that Billy Danube was an unusually ambitious beach boy. But how far would that ambition take him? Would he be up and willing to murder Leonard so that Lillian would then have the final say and eventually the ownership of the rich and prosperous television station?
Lillian thought of various ways to bring the matter of the murder before Billy. But, in the end, she decided that murder, like so many other topics of life, was much better brought up during or shortly after the sexual act!
So, nervously, she brought some warm milk up to the bedroom. It was a lame excuse for waking Billy up. But what did it matter. It was an excuse and that was the important thing.
Billy was completely naked, his strong body lay across the white sheets like a bronzed medallion resting against a silk backdrop. Her thighs grew hot and her nipples erect, just watching him. His legs were slightly apart and his testicles were completely exposed, his cock was semi-erect and his hand was resting just near the long cock. It was as if he were inviting her to go down on his cock with her mouth, or take his cock and scrotum up in her hands and frig him to erection and then drop her soft body on top of his so that the whole length of his strong metal-hard cock would slip into her rich and sweetly wine-tasting vagina.
Lillian put the glass of warm milk on the nightstand, and then dropping her negligee, she sat on the edge of the bed, took his cock in her hands. It was such an elegant and indecent instrument! She licked the cock from the stem where it was rooted in the scrotum, and she ran her tongue up and down the tallish limb. Billy immediately began to stir and a slight smile broke forth on his lips, and his two dimples from childhood showed up knowingly on his cheeks. Lillian grabbed his balls in her hand and taking one ball in her fingers she began to move it back and forth inside its sack, bringing it slowly up into the scrotum socket from which it had emerged at adolescence.
"Stop!" Billy said sharply, and immediately he rolled over in bed, his strong muscled limbs kicking her away gently and he now dropped his body, belly side down, across the bed and putting a pillow on top of his head he tried to fall back into his childlike state of sleep.
Lillian kissed his strong and bronzed and suntanned buttocks, and opening the dark crack of his behind, she slipped her fingers inside and began to stroke the tender moist dark ring of his ass hole.
"All right! All right!" Billy moaned, and rolling over again, his testicles and cock flew as he scampered for a new position in which to semi-sleep while talking to her about whatever it was she had waked him up to talk about.
Billy deeply resented having his sleep intruded on. But he knew from long experience that his strong body drove chicks so crazy that they couldn't learn to just leave him alone. They had to touch, touch, touch. And he had developed his body through daily exercise and sunning so that the basic need of the female's to touch him was increased a hundredfold. It had been a very valuable investment in time and energy and natural endowment for him. So there he was, thirsting for sleep, but once again being pawed at by a woman!
He saw that Lillian was nervous and he knew that he had best take her in his arms and tell her all the little endearments she needed to hear in order to be sure that he wasn't making fun of her and using her for his own purposes.
"After all the fucking we did, I thought you'd be fast asleep tonight," he said, letting her huddle against his handsome hulk, her finger in his pubic hair, and his cock stretching upward in erection at the feel of her soft and eager and hot body against his own.
"I don't know why I can't sleep," she told him, her hand scratching in his pubic hair, and her mouth he king on his nipple.
"Tell me that you love me," she said, suddenly, throwing herself at him, and feeling her body being taken up into his strong, manly arms.
"Tell me," she repeated, alarmed by his reluctance to use the words.
He kissed her deeply and mounting himself between her thighs, his cock attempted to penetrate into the fiery depths of her loin. But she brushed him away. And their eyes met in a type of silent angry pause, much as his cock stalled before trying to totally penetrate her cunt.
"Billy," she said firmly. "Tell me that you love me. I want to hear you say the words."
"I ... I don't know what you mean."
"That's a he!"
"What the fuck is this game!" he said, holding her down and ramming his cock up her quim, regardless of her protests and her fists raining on his shoulders.
"Billy, don't! Don't!" She screamed as his cock entered her cunt completely. "Billy! I want to talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Billy! Billy! Stop!" she kept screaming. But it was too late, and his cock was fully erect and hard as a nail inside her.
Lillian couldn't believe that he would actually rape her like this and she continued to try to break free of him. But it did no good. Without meaning to, she had activated some inner deeper thirst in his animal nature. It totally mystified her, but she could no longer hold his animal aggression off!
Billy continued to plow his cock into her cunt. He felt great excitement at giving her an almost nauseous amount of the fucking she so insisted on. This wasn't the first time that a woman had pushed herself on him and made him give her his cock without his being really interested in it. In fact, it was in a situation very similar to this one that he had lost his virginity!
He had been in high school in his sophomore year. He knew all about sex from having heard the other guys talk about it. In the shower room he had looked the other guys over and discovered that he was more than amply endowed. But he stayed clear of women because he knew what a hang-up they could be with all their confectionary tastes and their need to turn every man they dated into a poodle for their amusement and for their convenience in getting an escort for all the football games and dances.
He devoted all of his time to keeping up on his studies which he wasn't very good at, and he worked out for the football teams every day after school.
It was because of his absorption in getting good grades, particularly in English literature a subject he hated that he lost his virginity before his sophomore year had ended.
The English course was taught by Miss Maple, a tall good-looking dame with good boobs and shapely legs and calves, and she had long black hair which she let fall to one side giving her a dominating and aggressively feminine approach.
Miss Maple ran a little club which spent one night a week reading works of literature. It was held at Miss Maple's apartment, and the only members of the club were five girls! At first it didn't seem like a good idea to Billy that he should join. But he couldn't see how anything could go wrong with Miss Maple right there to keep things under control!
The first couple of meetings of the club went well. But on the fourth night, the book they had progressed to was Lolita, and Billy found it a very embarrassing book to have to discuss in front of six women! He did the best he could though and assured them that he thought, despite the book's literary qualities, it wasn't a good theme to have an old man have erections when his step-daughter is on his lap. And it was still worse when the old man began sleeping and fucking the young Lolita.
"I don't see anything wrong with his giving it to her." Arlene, a pert redhead in blouse, skirt in red and green checks, and bobby socks in white said. "I think it's nice that he was able to make love to someone. Most men can't get it up for anyone after a couple of years of married life. Besides, I think he really does love Lolita and love makes all unconventionality forgivable."
"I don't understand that," Billy said, feeling his cock growing hot.
"What do you think, Shirley?" Miss Maple asked the blonde-haired girl next to her.
"Oh, I don't know. I don't believe the story is at all realistic. Why should a grown man get hot over little girls? It doesn't make sense."
"Well, now," said Miss Maple. "I think we do have to agree that no matter how personally we find the theme disgusting, yet many old men do fall in love with innocent young girls."
"Well, it still isn't right," Shirley said, pulling her dress hem down.
"You're just a virgin. That's what's wrong with you," Arlene said.
"It's hardly any of your business what I am. Honestly, Lesbianism is such a prominent trait in some people!"
"Lesbianism!" shouted Arlene, injured, her fists banging on the arm of her chair and her boobs hobbling up and down under her close fitting blouse.
"Well, why else would you be inquiring into my virginity?" retorted Shirley.
"Because, stupid, you don't seem to understand that a middle-aged man has a cock and it's perfectly realistic that he should want to fuck little girls. If you had ever fucked a man, you'd know what it's like."
"Being fucked or being a man?" said a third girl, Priscilla, who was embarrassed by this open discussion and yet very interested in it. Interested enough to make an intellectual comment so as to keep the discussion going.
"I still say it's unrealistic for him to get an erection just because she sat on his lap," Shirley complained.
"You're stupid. But I'll show you," Arlene said, and, with that being said, she promptly got on Billy's lap and wiggled her buttocks so that she could then show the girls that Billy had a full erection.
Billy tried to resist her, and he kept waiting for Miss Maple to force Arlene off his lap. But it was obvious that the girls were now all curious!
Finally Arlene got off his lap just when he was hoping to have an orgasm and thus relieve himself of his erection. His face was completely red, and Arlene pulled him to his feet so that all the girls could see his heavily enlarged crotch.
"See!" Arlene said, grabbing his crotch and holding it up for the others to look at it. Then she pulled his zipper down.
"Don't" Billy complained, but he couldn't get her fingers off the zipper and soon his erect cock had fallen through the slit in his boxer trunks and all the girls were aghast with amazement at the size and thickness of his long and hard and strong cock.
"I didn't know it could be that big," Shirley said, seeing an erect cock for the first time in her life.
"It's enormous," exclaimed Priscilla, straightening her glasses.
"It certainly is a very beautiful cock," said Miss Maple.
"Now, sit down Billy, and I want you to show them how easy it is to fuck someone while the girl is wiggling on your lap."
"No. I've never fucked a girl," Billy exclaimed, in fear.
"You've never fucked a girl!" they all exclaimed.
"I ... I mean ... ."
"That's all right, Billy," Miss Maple said, staring at his erection. "I think it's time for our little literary club to come to an end this evening, girls. Billy, why don't you put your cock back in your trousers, and I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes after the girls have left."
"She means, she wants you alone so that she can get that cock of yours up her cunt," Arlene said, bitterly.
"That's not true, you little whore!" Billy said, and then he slapped her as hard as he could. He was full of rage and fury at the way Arlene had used his masculinity as a way of humiliating him and of making insinuating insults about Miss Maple.
"Oh ... oh!" all the girls exclaimed, and they began to each start slapping Billy, until his head was so sore from the blows that he put his hands around his head, and tried to get out of the room. But one of the girls tripped him and he fell to the ground. Then he felt the unusual and frightening sensation of having his clothes ripped off his back, and when he felt the buckle on his pants belt give way, he knew what all the girls were after, and it was only a matter of seconds until his trousers were completely off and several hands all at one time were grabbing his balls and his cock and making good use of his equipment for their immediate oral and finger gratification!! !
"Wait, girls, wait," he said, and immediately he felt them relax their hold on him.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Shirley asked.
"I'll fuck one of you and the rest of you can watch!" Billy said, knowing that he was a virgin and yet feeling hot enough to see if he could get rid of the virgin curse even with a bunch of girls watching him, critically.
"I'm not sure that I want this to take place in my house," Miss maple said, her eyes glutted with tense excitement at the flowing curve of Billy's cock arched against that thick lump of masculinity, his balls.
"Oh, don't be silly, Miss Maple. Who's going to tell? We're all in this together, and besides, Billy's got a big enough cock for all of us to join in the fun. I bet he can fuck all of us and still have plenty of sperm left," she said, going down on Billy.
"No!" Billy screamed, getting up. Now he was standing in front of them completely naked. "Can't we use a bed?" he pleaded.
"Very well," said Miss Maple showing them all into her bedroom. "But I want you girls to make sure that you don't tire him out. Because after you all get your fucks, I want you all to leave so that Billy and I can have some privacy. After all, I'm older than you girls and that gives me the special privilege of being able to have Billy's body all to myself. But for the present, I'll be watching you girls and whatever tricks you girls don't teach him, I will."
"That's fair enough!" Shirley said.
"I don't want to fuck him," Priscilla said. "But can I watch just the same?"
"No," said Arlene. "You have to fuck. That way it's your own reputation that you ruin if you squeal on us."
"But what do we do to make sure he doesn't get us pregnant!" Priscilla asked, complaining.
"I have just the thing. Believe me, girls, I always come prepared," Arlene said, grabbing her purse, and pulling out a package of three condoms.
"But there are four of us girls," Shirley said. "After all, we don't want to leave Miss Maple stranded here with his erection in front of her, but no protection."
"Billy can fuck two of us with just one condom," Arlene argued.
"I don't think so," Shirley said. "Billy's got an awfully long and thick cock. It's really beautiful," she said, winking at Billy who was now fully erect and eager to get started sticking his cock into those nice pink holes hidden by the thick bushes.
"Girls, if you don't get started, I'm going to push you all out of the bedroom so that I can get this big cock inside myself," Miss Maple said.
"Oh, Miss Maple, we're going to get to work on Billy right away," Arlene said, dropping down on her knees. "Come over here Billy. I want to worship you."
"I'm not a god," Billy said, laughing. But he knew what she meant, and he quickly walked over and taking his cock into his hands, he fitted it into her mouth.
"Arlene's really such a slut!" Shirley said, watching the big cock disappear down Arlene's throat.
"I don't see how she does it," Priscilla exclaimed. "Isn't she afraid she's going to choke?"
"Honestly, Priscilla, you ask the dumbest questions. Who ever heard of anybody getting choked by a cock! A cock is no more dangerous than a frankfurter. And it's much more satisfying."
"Shut up, all of you," Arlene complained. "I'm closing my eyes and sucking on this beautiful cock, and I don't want to hear a lot of stupid chatter in the background. Billy, you're going to start taking me to the drive-in on Saturday nights. It's a shame to rest for football when you could be doing such more important things for the members of the high school, and me in particular!" Arlene exclaimed, and-then took the cock back into her mouth and rolled her tongue around the thick hard marble smooth cock.
"I want Arlene to take the cock dog style," Shirley said, maliciously.
"I don't care," Arlene took time off from sucking Billy's cock and answered Shirley.
"All right, let's see it dog style," Miss Maple said, "I want to see that cock in action. It's making my mouth water just watching it so erect and strong. I can't wait to get Billy's cock into my belly."
"You don't mind if we have to do it dog style?" Arlene inquired of Billy.
"No. We can do it any way you girls want to do it." Billy said, not at all sure what dog style was all about. But he had enjoyed getting blown by Arlene and so he was more than willing to let himself be drawn into a variety of new and exciting sex games.
"Okay. Give it to me!" Arlene screamed, up on all fours and with her ass up in the air.
Billy was embarrassed at the sight of her large oval buttocks. He climbed on top of her, and he stroked her soft hip and he could feel the heat of her crevice against his cock, and the gash of her cunt was juicy and warm against the tip of his cock. He felt shy about giving it to her this way. But if that's what she wanted, that was what she wanted.
Quickly he parted the large opulent buttocks and rammed his cock into her asshole. It didn't hit the tiny hole on target and his cock felt somewhat blunted by the force of the wrongly aimed weapon.
"Not in the ass, Billy. In the cunt!" Arlene complained, bitterly. "Don't you see it?" Arlene asked, exasperatedly.
"Yes," he said.
"Well?" Arlene said, annoyed.
"I lost my balance," Billy said, pleased that he now knew she wanted it in the cunt and that dog style had nothing to do with the ass! Wow! It was going to be tricky, keeping it a secret that he was a virgin to all of this. But fortunately he had three more cunts to practice on! By the time this night was over, he'd know in one night what guys took months learning!
Billy had put a great deal of thrust behind his cock as he drove it into her cunt. But he soon realized that the cunt was not at all as hard to get into as was the ass. His cock fitted in without any trouble at all. And the HOTNESS of her cunt!! ! ! He had never imagined anything could be so hot and juicy!
"Come on! Back and forth! Back and forth!" Arlene was shouting, moving her hips back and forth. "You can't just leave it inside my cunt like a loaf of bread. Get with it, Billy, move it around," Arlene complained.
Billy did as he was told and he soon found that it wasn't much of a chore. Indeed, it was all pure and complete pleasure. Pleasure such as he had never known existed, except momentarily when he was masturbating. But masturbation was definitely a thing of the past.
"Oh, this is great. I'm coming," Arlene moaned.
Billy grew terrified when he heard her announce she was going to have an orgasm. He couldn't imagine whether that would be good or bad.
"Does he have a rubber on?" Priscilla asked, in her studious manner.
"Oh, my God! We forgot to clothe his cock." Shirley said. But slowly an evil glee overcame her momentary remorse.
"Oh! I'm coming!" Arlene said, it being too late for her to care whether or not Billy was wearing a rubber.
Billy could hardly hear what she was saying. He felt queer in his cock, like he had to take a piss and the piss was not normal piss but was red hot like fire. He felt dizzy and his throat was dry. But he couldn't stop ramming his cock into her cunt, and then he leaned over, almost as if he were going to pass out; but his cock suddenly twitched and he felt great relief as giant floods of spurting sperm flowed out of his cock and into her huge gash of a wet cunt.
"Oh, my God! You're beautiful." Arlene said, and she collapsed on the bed, and Billy allowed himself to fall down on top of her. Once again, his cock was laying inside the crack of her buttocks. He rolled over a bit and threw his cock to the side. That was one mistake in anatomy he wasn't going to make again. From now on, he was going to aim for the cunt, and nothing else!
"What are we going to do next?" Arlene asked, quickly recovered from the exhaustions of sexual fulfillment.
"It's my turn next." Shirley exclaimed.
"No! I want to have Billy once more. I've got to get going home because it's getting near nine o'clock. So I'll fuck with him just once more, quickly, and then you girls can have him all to yourselves."
Billy's hands and letting him feel the soft of her belly and the rich fulness of her breasts.
"I don't think we should fuck a second time, Arlene. After all, I've got to fuck the others too. I don't want to wear my come out. Got to save a little for the others!" Billy said, proudly, and also he had had Arlene once. It wasn't going to be as exciting having her a second time.
"That's right, Billy. You tell her," Shirley said, and climbing on the bed, she took Billy's head in her hands and brought his mouth down to her thickly -haired pussy with its dusky crop of little genitalia. Billy felt his tongue graze against the erect little clitoris and the mouth of her cunt was gaping open and juicy like a pomegranate.
Billy had never had a cunt so completely open to the force of his hungry mouth, and now he grabbed her between the legs and thrust her pussy up into his face as he licked and munched on the thick folds of pinkish skin that folded into that nice convoluted box of a cunt!
"Miss Maple, do you have a douche?" Arlene was saying. "I want Billy to come and watch the way the douche water goes all the way into my box and then comes squirting out in one long swish."
"Billy, you stay here." Shirley said, resenting deeply this attempt by Arlene to continue to interfere with Billy's ability to fuck her.
"He's not going to watch you wash out your cunt." Shirley exclaimed.
"And why not?" Arlene demanded.
"Because he's going to fuck me. That's why!"
"I think you're going to have to let Billy make up his own mind." Arlene said, pointing the words to Billy and making him feel as though he were very small if he were to refuse to come watch her douche herself. Besides, he was interested in seeing Arlene douche. He had read a sex manual on hygiene once and he had tried to imagine what douching would be like. The illustrations had been badly drawn drawings. But now he was going to get a chance to see the real thing!
"We can fuck later. I want to see her douche." Billy said, taking his cock out of Shirley's mouth.
"Billy, I think you should finish fucking Shirley." Miss Maple said. "And Arlene, you know perfectly well that to douche now isn't going to lessen the chance of a pregnancy. You're just doing this because you want to get Billy to look at your cunt again. Now you understood the rules of our party. Each girl is to get Billy once. You've had your turn, and now I want you to either let the rest of us girls get our turn with Billy, or I want you to go home."
"Everybody's against me!" Arlene moaned.
"Everybody knows that you're a cock freak!" Shirley said.
"Oh, my God!" Priscilla said, horrified at the language that was flying about.
"Come on, Billy, fuck it to me!" Shirley said, fingering her cunt openly and letting him see the thick red hole that was his for the taking.
"I'm going home!" said Arlene.
She waited for a minute to see if anybody was going to stop her, and when nobody did, she realized that they weren't going to let her do anything but watch Billy fuck the rest of them. Arlene was not a voyeur. If she couldn't have the action be right inside herself, then it was no pleasure for her at all.
"I'm going." she repeated, this time going to the door and walking through.
Thus, Arlene found herself out in the dark coldness of the night!
But inside, the party was just beginning. Billy was ramming his cock into Shirley, and Priscilla's brother had dropped by to pick Priscilla up. When he caught on that they were fucking, he quickly stripped out of his pants and leading Miss Maple to the couch, he lost no time in bringing Miss Maple under the full force of his cock.
Priscilla sat on a nearby chair and watched her brother Bobby give Miss Maple the fuck she deserved. Bobby was a tall lad of about twenty. He had been a Marine. And he had thick black curly hair and lean hard muscles that were spread evenly over his long lanky frame. He had a long dangling cock and balls. Priscilla felt he was the epitome of masculinity. And he had thick hair over his chest, soft hair that made him tickling and exciting to stroke. Priscilla knew that some girls didn't like hairy chests. But Priscilla herself liked the jungle atmosphere of a hairy chest.
"Don't be ashamed, Pris, finger yourself. I don't care. I would have fucked you myself, but I didn't know you were into these things." Bobby told her, as he looked down and saw that Miss Maple was full of wild and frenetic joy at the way the cock was floating in and out of her cunt.
"Give it to me, all the way." Miss Maple asked, her limbs enveloping him in her soft feminine lure.
"Don't worry, baby. I remember studying English literature with you and wanting to find out what it would be like to stick it up inside you. Now I'm finding out."
"Believe me, it wasn't easy teaching you young guys literature. I knew you were all just dying to get your cocks out of your pants and have a sex orgy. But I was determined not to let you have your ways. Because I knew that once you got your cocks off that would be the last time you'd be interested in Miss Maple, and then I'd be out of a job."
"This is much better. I'm glad I waited until I got to Vietnam and fucked around. Now I can give you the benefit of my long experience in fucking chicks." Bobby explained, massaging her nipples and digging his cock nice and hard up the thick ridge of her cunt.
"Oh God ... that's too much ... ." she moaned.
"There's more coming." he laughed and he dug the cock harder and deep up in her.
"Christ ... you've got the longest thing I've ever seen." she complained, happily.
"Bobby's got to fuck me after he gets through with you, Miss Maple," Priscilla complained, tears coming down her cheeks as she enviously watched Miss Maple get the cock that she, Priscilla, had been dreaming of getting for so many years. Nobody knew how often Priscilla had put herself to sleep by imagining Bobby taking his long thin cock and sticking it in her and whispering all sorts of dirty and insulting things into her ears.
"Let me finish getting his cock in me." Miss Maple pleaded.
"Yeah, don't bust in right now, sis. Miss Maple and I are just beginning to get into a good groove. Ain't that right, Miss Maple?"
"Don't talk, baby, just keep poking me." Miss Maple said, sighing deeply and tensing her hold on his strong and supple body.
Bobby was ramming the cock in good and hard and fast now. He was getting good vibrations through his scrotum and he knew that when he finally came, it would be a really deep come. The best comes were the really deep ones because they made one hot and it meant one would have a second erection almost immediately. Bobby wanted to get his cock into a few of the other girls as well. And he wanted to see Miss Maple and Priscilla have a Lesbian affair. When he had been in Vietnam, he had seen a lot of Lesbianism and that kind of stuff really turned him on because he liked to just sit back and watch two girls give the dildo to each other. It was really groovy the way they got each other into a fucking hot fever, with their boobs crushing against each other's.
"Are you hurting her?" Priscilla asked, alarmed at the way Miss Maple was moaning.
"Don't kid yourself. She loves it." Bobby said, giving Miss Maple a still harder fuck.
"He's not hurting me at all!" Miss Maple said, her legs growing tense and her toes wiggling as the cock brought her closer and closer to a juicy tempestuous orgasm.
"Wow! I'm going to have to shoot my sperm into you soon. Are you near coming?" Bobby asked, his eyes dilating with the heaviness of passion overtaking him.
"Yes, darling, I'll be ready to come in just a few moments. Oh ... Oh ... I think this is it!" she said. "Yes, it is! It is!" she moaned, as her tense fingers gripped his skin and her eyes closed tightly while her body was burning with release of orgasm.
"I can feel your come on my cock!" Bobby said, and then he whipped the cock into her cunt several times until the red hot stick of a cock swelled to its greatest size and released its giant load of come.
"Oh. Oh. Wow! This is really something. You've got to come to my house more often." Miss Maple said, as she reached between her legs and felt the rich liquid come that was all over the hairs of her cunt and his cock was loose and lanky and glistening with the thick white secretion.
"And you forgot to have me use a rubber too!" Bobby said with savage glee.
"Oh gosh! I did forget! My heavens! There's going to be a real demand for abortionists by the time this orgy's over!"
"What is Shirley doing over there with Billy?" Miss Maple asked as she sat up in bed and wiped her pussy with some of the tissues from the table.
"I don't know." Priscilla admitted, sitting there with her finger working her cunt.
"Bobby can't you give me your cock just this once. It doesn't make any difference that I'm your sister. I need your cock just as much as any other girl needs it." she insisted.
"Listen, sis. I don't want to get mixed up in any incest stuff."
"But it isn't really incest. It isn't as though we would be having a lover's affair!"
"Listen sis. I've fucked a lot of dames and all of them felt certain that they wouldn't fall in love with me. But you'd be surprised. The old cock changed more than one of them into screaming torches of passion and obsession. I don't want to see my own sister wrecked by the power of my cock."
"Oh, I want to die!" Priscilla screamed, putting her head into her lap.
"Now, sis, don't cut up. I'm telling you for your own good, incest ain't the right thing. You have to look for a guy who isn't a blood relative and then you put out for him and he'll take care of you and marry you and all that."
"But I don't want to marry anyone. I just want a fuck." Priscilla screamed.
"Listen sis, I don't want you talking like that. What do you mean, you just want a fuck? That's something that comes out of the mouth of a filthy whore! And I just don't want to have to listen to anymore of this filthy talk about incest. When you're older you'll be glad that I turned you off from something that would have ruined your life."
"I'm still going to kill myself." Priscilla said.
"Sis, I want you to stop threatening to do foolish things." Bobby warned, and then, running his hand through his thick black hair, he contemplated whether he should give his own sister his cock. It was a hard decision. Because he sure as hell didn't want it getting around that he fucked his own sister.
On the other hand, he had to look at this from the practical point of view. If he refused to fuck his sister, she might never be willing to let another guy stick his cock in her belly. Because, after all, she was a shy girl. And that might wreck her whole life.
"Now, look here, sis. I'll fuck you this once. But after that, I want you to get ambitious and go out and get somebody who isn't a blood relative. You know what I mean?"
"Bobby, I don't want charity. If you find me ugly, then I don't want you to fuck me." Priscilla said bravely.
"Baby, I never said anything about not liking you. It was always the incest thing." And then Bobby got a great idea. "Why don't both I and Billy fuck you? That way you'd have one fuck by me and then you'd have one by Billy, so it won't be like complete incest, if you know what I mean."
"But I'm a virgin. Maybe I won't be any good at it."
"Don't be silly. Everybody's good the first time. It's sort of a novelty. I gave my best fuck to the first few girls I fucked."
"But I'm shy about fucking Billy. I hardly even know him."
"What's there to know about a guy? He's got a cock and you've got a cunt. That's all there's need to know."
"I guess I should do it."
"You must do it." Miss Maple interceded. "It's important to your psychological growth. You don't want to turn into a warped neurotic, do you?"
"Oh no." Priscilla assured her.
"Then you had best let Bobby initiate you into sex and I know that you will enjoy getting fucked by Billy because I've already seen him give it to Arlene and I can tell when a guy's got a good cock. And besides, Billy's probably never fucked before tonight, either. So it's the first night for both of you."
"Gosh." said Priscilla, her eyes staring at her brother's cock which was erect and aiming at her eye level. "It's really such a big thing. Will it hurt much when it gets stuck in me?"
"A little this first time. But that's the price you've got to pay, my dear. Besides you aren't the first girl who's had her hymen punctured. Thousands lose their virginity every month and they survive the blow. So don't brood about it. Remember, if you complain too much, you'll put the guy up tight and it will be harder still to get your hymen broken."
"Oh, I won't complain, Bobby. I'm dying to get rid of my accursed virginity."
"Come on over Billy. I want you to watch me break her hymen."
"Sure thing." Billy said. He and Shirley had finished fucking by now and Billy was getting bored having to neck with Shirley and answer all of her silly questions about whether or not he loved her and all that crap and corn!"
Billy couldn't understand why girls always had to concern themselves with love and all that nonsense. It seemed to him that the only way you could get inside a girl was to talk to her about love and all that nonsense. And that was how he began to get in the habit of telling every woman he wanted to screw that he was in love with them. After a while he stopped telling them he was in love with them; he would let them ask and then, through his silence, he would allow them to come to their own conclusion. He found that women had a real talent for always interpreting the silence as meaning that he was in love with them, but that it offended his masculinity to have to say it in so many words!
As he watched Bobby fucking his sister Priscilla, he couldn't help but wonder whether Priscilla was going to let it just be a good fuck, or whether she would start following her brother around and start insisting that he admit he loves her!
Well, she was Bobby's sister. So it would be Bobby's problem. All Billy was agreeing to do was to watch her get fucked by her brother and maybe join in the fucking himself and screw her up a bit.
Priscilla was nervously lying back on the bed and she was trying to keep her legs open, as her brother climbed on top of her. She felt his dangling cock touch her body as he moved into position. And she grew very alarmed when she found his cock dangling over her mouth.
"Take my cock into your mouth, sis, and I'll eat your cunt. When you get me really hot and erect, I'll change out of the 69 position and puncture your hymen clogged cunt." Bobby said.
"Okay." Priscilla said, but her heart was heavy with fear and fright. His cock was so enormous and she had never taken a cock into her mouth before. She didn't want to insult Bobby. But she had to admit to herself that the cock did not look beautiful at all once you got up close to it close enough to get it in your mouth! It looked like an ordinary piece of butcher's meat. In fact, it reminded her of the split neck of a chicken when you go to the poultry market to get pieces of meat for making stew and all that!
She tried to lick it in such a way that the cock wouldn't go too far into her mouth. She brought the tip of her tongue to bear against the tiny red piece of the cock's knob which was peeking through the uncircumcised cock.
"Aren't you going to take it into your mouth, sis?"
"I'm trying to."
"Well, what's the matter?"
"It's so big."
"Come on, sis, it ain't that big."
"Bobby, it is. Bobby?"
"All right sis, now let's not play games. If you're going to chicken out then there's no sense getting me hot just for nothing."
"I'm not chickening out!"
"Well, then why are you stalling?"
"Bobby, can't we fuck like human beings?"
"I'm telling you, this is the best way to fuck. Otherwise when I hit your hymen with my cock, my cock's going to go down and then you and I both won't have had any fun. You've got to learn a very basic fact about life, sis. You get a good fuck only if you get a guy's cock really up there. You've got to fuck for a fuck. You can't just lay there and expect the guy to do all the work."
"Bobby, you're making me cry."
"Fuck you!" he said, and with his cock fully erect, he plunged it against her mouth and refused to raise himself off her mouth until she opened up and took his cock down her throat.
"Come on, suck! Harder! Harder!"
"Oooo" was the most one could hear from Priscilla as the cock banged around in her throat.
Billy got a complete hard-on watching Priscilla nearly get strangled by the giant cock.
He wandered over near the bed and contemplated getting Priscilla's fingers and getting them onto his cock. Why shouldn't she frig him off while she's satisfying her brother's lust?
He took her by the hand and giving his balls and cock into her palm, he felt great relief as the hand took his tender parts and began to play with him. Billy watched the greedy hand reaching more and more for him, pushing him closer and closer to the bed. Wow! He was completely erect now, and dangerous anti-social thoughts were flowing through his mind. He wondered if he shouldn't push Bobby away and break the hymen himself.
"Hey, why not let me break the hymen?" Billy asked Bobby. "I've never had a chance to do anything like that. And I'd sort of like to do it this time. Besides there ain't many times in a man's life that he gets a chance to break a hymen." Billy said, naively.
Bobby was busy eating his sister's pussy. But after he had nibbled a bit more, he started to think the matter over.
"You get to watch."
"That ain't enough, Billy boy."
"Well, what do you want me to do, pay you?"
"You don't have any money." Bobby said, knowingly.
"All right, so what do you want me to do, kiss your ass or something?"
"No. I want you to do something even better."
"Like what?"
"I want you to give me your ass while you're plugging my sister's cunt and breaking her hymen."
"Hey, I don't go in for all that fairy stuff."
"Come on, Billy, you don't even know anything about it."
"Like hell I don't! I saw Tommy Wadsworth, the captain of the football team, getting it in the shower one day. And he was really moaning as the cock was plugged in him. I don't like any of that abnormal stuff."
Bobby now got up off the bed, and when he was standing up all the girls began to wonder if there was going to be a fist fight!
"You calling me queer, Billy?"
"No. I just meant -"
"You meant what?"
"Look, what you do with your own ass, Bobby, is your own business. But I got a nice ass, and I don't want it screwed up with a lot of perversion."
"That's all?"
"Yeah. Hell, I ain't no prude. I didn't stop talking with Tommy just because he got laid in the shower. Not everybody is built spiritually and physically like a man. I studied biology. Some people just got bad heredity."
"You're going to have a bad face, pretty boy, if you don't get down on that bed and start fucking my sister, while I lick your ass."
"You ain't going to lick it!"
"I'm going to lick it like it was a chocolate sundae and you're going to enjoy every minute of it, and then I'm going to dip my cock in your ass, like putting a spoon in through all that nice whip cream. Now start fucking before I break your face open, you pretentious squirt!"
Billy nearly had tears in his eyes. But he got down and somehow or other he managed to get an erection and he didn't have to stick his cock very deeply into her before his cock got stopped by her thick hymen.
Billy was about to start complaining, but then Bobby licked his ass, and Billy's head roamed about in delicate sensations and his cock moved around as much as it could inside Priscilla's clogged channel. Then suddenly Billy felt himself plunge forward. Whatever it was inside Priscilla that was gumming up the works, broke! But that wasn't the only thing that broke: Billy felt something very strange up his ass, and he knew that now he was getting fucked in the ass, just like a homosexual!
He tried to break away, but Bobby held him down tightly.
"Please, don't." Billy moaned.
"It's too late, you've lost your virginity, you pretty little twerp."
"I'm not a twerp."
"Just shut up and keep pumping my sister, you virginal humper!" Bobby said, harshly. But in reality he was enjoying Billy's ass which was very well structured and was able to take a cock without any trouble. Most athletes, even the lazy ones, have wide assholes. It's because they are built heavy around the hips.
Billy felt like crying with shame, but he couldn't really bring himself to shed any tears because the ass fucking was starting to feel real nice and his cock was feeling real good from the vibrations he was getting in Priscilla's cunt.
Priscilla was shrieking and bouncing up and down and panting and making all sorts of noise. It was hard to tell whether the fucking was getting her that hot, or whether she had heard from other people that you should make a lot of noise when you get fucked, so that you get excited by the sound of your own voice!
It wasn't long before Priscilla's cunt was manufacturing deep and complete orgasms. She felt as though she were having a baby, so deep inside her were the fierce and stormy orgasms. It wasn't until she had had six or seven that she noticed both Bobby and Billy were slowing down and then she realized that while she had been dreamingly enduring her own fate, the boys had reached a deep fuckual fate of their own!
It was so embarrassing now that it was over! Priscilla thought to herself. They had acted like animals!
"Okay, sis, get your clothes on and let's get home. You've had your fun now. Let's hope you don't get pregnant, and if you do, we at least know who's going to be the young bridegroom, ain't that right, Billy?"
"Yes, sir." Billy said, feeling totally defeated by the masculine pressure of this fellow who had just given him a fuck in the rear!
CHAPTER 7
Although Billy had lost his virginity, yet he had paid a high price for it: getting fucked in the ass! And from that time on, Billy became determined to make sure that from now on he got plenty of fucks, but that there was no bill attached to it.
Now as he lay on top of Lillian, with his cock ramming its way fast inside of her, he was determined to show her that when he wanted a fuck, he just took it, and he didn't have to entertain her with all sorts of garbage talk about fuck and love and romance. A fuck was a fuck, and it was he who decided the rules of the game.
Lillian was completely under the sway and power of Billy's cock, and although she had resented his raping her this way, yet, she had to admit that it was a marvelous sensation to be overtaken and overpowered by a man, or perhaps more simply by a cock! For it was at times like these, when she was pinned down by a cock that Lillian had difficulty figuring out whether men as such meant anything to her. In her own way, she really was concerned just for that marvelous invention of nature, the cock.
"Oh, Billy, you're the greatest!" she said, as she felt him coming inside her vagina.
"That's what the girls tell me!" he said, sarcastically, enjoying his climax and determined to pull out and go back to sleep as soon as he finished coming.
"Billy, will you marry me? Please, darling ... ." Lillian pleaded. She had not intended to carry things this far, but she was desperately in need of someone to murder Leonard so that she could have control of that television show and that puppet show all to herself. Up until now she had treated Billy as though he were just a dumb beach boy, but she had to realize that the more she needed him the more she would have to pay him with respect. And the respect one owes someone who commits murder for one is marriage, oddly enough!
"And what do I have to do before the wedding?"
"Nothing, darling, just be yourself."
"And what else?"
"Nothing else, darling! Why are you being so suspicious?"
"Lillian, I wasn't born yesterday. You wouldn't marry somebody like me unless you could make money off the deal. Now I don't mind money being made off of my beautiful body, just so long as I'm cut in on the deal."
"You're talking crazy, Billy." She said, moaning slightly as he pulled his deflated cock out of her belly.
"I'm not talking crazy and you know damn well, I'm not."
"Look, Billy, you're a great fuck. It's that simple. I know that I can't expect you to stay with me, unless there's something in it for you. So I'm telling you that if you marry me, you'll have free room, board, clothes, and spending money for the rest of your life. What more could you want?"
"Aren't you afraid I might murder you?"
"Why should you do that?"
"For the inheritance."
"Billy, I hope you're kidding!"
"I'm kidding, yes. But what I'm being serious about is the fact that you aren't going to let me legally have rights to half of what you own unless you're getting more than a good fuck out of me each night. And I want to know what the other thing you want out of me is."
"Nothing!"
"Then, nothing gets nothing. We're not getting married."
"Billy! You must marry me! You must do exactly as I say. Darling, it's for our own good, for the good of both of us."
"Nothing goes until you tell me the complete story. I don't want to marry you and then find out that you're losing all your money and that the only way we can stay a nice married couple is if I rob a bank for you!" Billy said.
"You're too smart for me, Billy. Okay! I'll confess everything!" she said, finally.
"So I was right. It isn't just my cock that interests you."
"No, damn it! What's your cock got to do with marriage! Believe me, I've got something a hell of a lot bigger on my mind."
"Like what, baby doll."
"This dummy show is going to make a lot of money. The entire nation is watching it. Boswell was murdered earlier tonight, and frankly I think Leonard did it so that he and the new sponsor can work out a big money deal without having to split the profit with too many hands. And, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Leonard decides to murder me off too unless I marry him. Marriage is the one way he can legally manipulate my shares in the station. But I don't want to marry Leonard. Frankly, I find him repulsive. And even if he spared me his cock, I still wouldn't want it known in all the beach circles that I'm the woman who sleeps with pot-bellied Leonard Convention. I'm getting older and there are certain things my reputation can't bear. Leonard is one of those final strains."
"So where do I come in?"
"Murder Leonard and you and I can have a nice life together. I'm even willing to marry you first, just so that you don't have to worry about my running out on the bargain."
"I think I'll take you up on the marriage first."
"But remember Billy, you have to murder Leonard as soon as our license is complete."
"Do you have some scheme to make sure I go through with the murder?"
"Very definitely."
"Why don't you tell it to me? I'm curious."
"If you don't murder Leonard, I then will have Leonard buying me out. I'll have less money than I already have and I'll have to support you as well. Not a pleasant prospect! Thus, under those circumstances, marriage to Leonard would be infinitely more bearable."
"But you'd already be married to me."
"Not if Leonard agreed to hire some killers to get rid of you. You see, in the end, Leonard will always marry me no matter what my terms. I give a respectable front to whatever slimy business deals he's pulling. So remember, Billy, we're going to get married. But you make sure you remember to murder Leonard, otherwise, you're going to get the bullet that you spare Leonard. Catch?"
"Got it!"
"Good, darling."
"You know, murder makes me feel sexy. Look at the hard-on I've got." Billy said.
"You've got such a beautiful cock, Billy. It's going to be fun being married to Mr. Cock!"
"Let's see if I get away with the murder first." Billy said, fear mounting in his breast as he contemplated the high price which was attached to his marriage and gradual acquisition of wealth! But Billy knew that beach boys don't have many chances to get into the hotel, so he had best strike at this offer and hope to get himself set up for life as a wealthy man and husband.
While Billy and Lillian got out of bed and began to get ready to ride to another state so that they could get married more quickly and secretly, much was going on in the country at large. And if Billy and Lillian had had then-television set in their bedroom, they would have noticed that the President of the Country was warning the nation that unless everybody got back to work and stopped listening to the dummy, the country would be ruined. As it was, hospitals were all running on emergency electricity because the people who run the power stations had stopped working and were all gathered in front of the television set listening to the dummy who was telling indeed dictating to them about how futile and unnecessary work is and how money is not necessary to the finding of peace and happiness. It was mainly because the dummy kept assuring everybody that happiness and being poor were identical, that everybody was content to not work and to just sit around, waiting for the greatness of the new life to begin!
The dummy also did not believe in government. He believed that if everybody stopped doing things that made money, everybody would be happy. A world in which everybody is happy does not need a government because there is nothing to govern. Everything takes care of itself!
He also believed that because he knew what was best for the world, all the police and National Guard unions should suppress and drag off to concentration camps, anybody who tried to work and earn a living. The dummy insisted that his wisdom would guide all, and solve all.
He also did not believe that anything was important except that people listen to him, and by his unique electronic powers, he managed to keep all television sets working day and night, and he was on the air at all hours, except for now and then when he would take a brief break. In the intermissions, loud violent music would be played and the screen would have a painted image of the Dummy.
The only diversion from Dummy speeches and Dummy music was that occasionally he would let the President talk for a few minutes, and then he would quickly take the station over again and denounce the President as someone who was intensely unhappy because he had never learned the joys of not working.
Although the powers of the dummy were extensive and unique, the dummy like all who dictate had no insight into his own flaws. He failed to realize, for instance, that people were doing what he said, not because of internal belief but because his peculiar mental powers kept them hypnotized and silent before his image. Those who managed to break away from the television set, were not under his influence. And although the unaffected ones were but a minority, yet, in reality, it was but a battle between the minority and the dummy. For although the dummy had many watching and listening, they could not defend the dummy if the dummy were to become the victim of an assassination. Indeed, in such an instance, the audience throughout the land would, at most, shriek with surprise at seeing the dummy assassinated before their very eyes. But they would not do anything to protect the dummy. For, as soon as they would turn away from the television set, the spell would be broken, and they would feel no loyalty or patriotism to a dummy that was interesting but not really part of their own world.
This peculiar limitation of his power was something the dummy was not aware of. And Leonard Convention who thought the dummy was a guerrilla puppet, part of the new generation of guerrillas, was totally unable to see that the dummy was not a guerrilla, but something much older: a magician. Or rather, was the ventriloquist, Herman, who was the magician, and the dummy, Melville, was merely the mask for the true power.
Which of them was the true force of evil was something that the events next happening were soon to reveal:
For Sally had been unusually suspicious of the dummy from the very beginning, and she had finally managed to get Rocky to round up a bunch of hippies so that they could go to the station and force the dummy off the air by assassination if nothing else worked.
Unfortunately, assassinating the dummy was going to be a difficult piece of work; for all of the police and law enforcement officers and all the politicians were eagerly watching the dummy so that they could figure out why he was having such a powerful hold on everybody.
As everybody who watched the dummy was powerless to oppose him, it thus happened that many law enforcement officials would pick up the phone and dictate orders while staring into their television sets. Thus, the orders they gave activated hundreds of police and army reservists for the protection rather than the destruction of the dummy. But, of course, the officials could not understand what they were doing. For, while looking at the dummy, any order protecting him sounded right!
Thus as Sarah and Rocky plowed through the streets with their band of hippies, they found that the station was deeply encircled by cops.
"What are we going to do?" Sarah said.
"Play it cool." Rocky replied.
"Should we try to walk through the main door?" Bobby the Bite said.
"Don't be so fucking stupid!" Rocky replied coldly.
"Rocky, maybe I should go in and assassinate the puppet myself," Sarah volunteered.
"What are you people doing there?" A guard came up to them and looked them over suspiciously.
"We're supposed to bring Herman some pot he asked us for," Rocky said, nodding to the others.
"Delivering pot! Well, that's nice! Come right in, let's see you deliver the pot. Frankly, I knew there was something suspicious about all of that. That Herman's a drug addict if I ever saw one.
Well, come on, deliver it to him, and frankly, I think there will be a citation in it for you," the guard whispered. "Now I'll be right there behind you so make sure when you give it to him that you say, 'Here is the grass!' That way I'll catch him right in the act. You hippies are getting smart. Play with us and help us catch these subversive types and maybe we'll assimilate you into our culture. Rebellion looks nice, but when you get older you want to have something to tell your kids."
"Thanks!" Rocky cut him short. "Suppose we deliver the pot now. Then you can arrest him, and we can get our pictures in the newspaper."
"Yeah, so now you're being honest. I knew there was something about you fellows. You didn't look dumb like those other hippies. That's why I didn't ask for identification right away. You're musicians. That's what you must be. Well, my brother used to be a jazz player back in the days when it was considered an evil profession. So I don't want to get in the way of progress because that would be like kicking my brother in his grave."
"Look, buddy, let's get on with this." Rocky complained, echoed by some cuss words from Bobby the Bite.
"Okay! Okay! Follow me this way. I'll take you in through the back door. That way nobody will see us."
He then lead them to a dark wall where a black door was there in the darkest shadow. Everybody followed him into the building. They entered on the basement level. There was no one there. Suddenly they gave the guard a few karate chops and they left him there to sleep it off.
It didn't take them long to find out what floor the dummy was on. There was loud violent music playing. They huddled in the dark back stairway and waited for the music to end and the dummy to return back on the air. They figured the best way to get the dummy was when he was busy giving orders across the world.
They had to wait about twenty minutes. The other guys were disgusted. But Rocky didn't mind the waiting because Sarah was rubbing his cock and kissing his nipples. And she kept reassuring him that she would never argue with him again. This act of courage of his proved to her that he was a real man and not just a drifter.
Finally the music ended and they could hear the loud applause of everybody in the studio as the dummy, carried on Herman's arm, came back on the air.
"Well, Melville, are you more rested now?" Herman was saying, his hands trembling. For though Melville was his creation, he knew by now that Melville had a life of his own and that it was the ventriloquist who was the real dummy!
"I SHALL NEVER BE HAPPY UNTIL THE CENSUS IS TAKEN AND I AM ASSURED THAT NO CHILD OVER TWELVE IS STILL A VIRGIN. VIRGINITY AND SEXUAL UP-TIGHTNESS WAS THE SOLE REASON FOR UN HAPPINESS UNDER THE OLD REGIME. SMOKE POT FIVE AND SIX TIMES A DAY, FUCK FOUR OR FIVE TIMES A DAY, AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE." Melville was shouting into the television set, his face contorted and grim, his mouth twisted and angry, as if he were ordering them to do what he said and accusing them of being incapable of ever being free, all at the same time!
"Hurry up, guys!" Rocky's voice shouted. The television cameras all stayed in position, but the technicians were alarmed by the loud clamor in the hallway, as the hippies plowed past the guards and took the entire station off guard.
Sarah was the first one to get into the broadcasting set. She slammed her fists against Herman and she grabbed the dummy by the nose. His wooden face was highly polished and she couldn't hold her grasp.
"Stop! Stop! Police! Police!" Leonard was screaming, as he ran around trying to get the technicians to do something. But the technicians weren't going to endanger themselves to protect a puppet.
"Here's the torch, boss!" Bobby the Bite said, bringing the well lit torch over to where Rocky was holding the wiggling puppet down.
"Set his leg on fire. Then I'll let go and you plunge the torch into his belly and hold him down," Rocky said, and despite all the moans and groans of the watchers in the studio, that was exactly what they did.
Melville turned a bright orange as the flames licked his straw body. He screamed and shouted and mouthed obscenities. But soon enough his voice fell apart and the fire consumed his straw vitals and wooden bones.
Television sets all over the world suddenly went off and they would go on again only if the owners turned the set on: for the power of the dummy no longer existed!
"You hippies have ruined my station." Leonard was shouting at Rocky, threatening him with a law suit and other priceless legal actions.
"Will you shut up!" Rocky replied. "I hate squares."
"Don't call me a square. Just because I made money, that doesn't mean I'm a square!"
"With that belly of yours, you're a square, believe me. To fuck you've got to be a man, be aggressive, really give it to a babe. How can you fuck if you are so out of shape you look like a porky pig? Besides, a real man wants to attract a woman. What woman would be attracted to such an ugly creature like you?"
"Don't try that psychology stuff with me, you young creep. I may not have time to build my muscles up like you motorcycle hoods. But when a woman sees me, she sees money. Don't kid yourself. Women like a man who can support them. They don't like these drifters who can't even afford a pack of cigarettes." Leonard said, waving his finger in the air.
"You ought to thank us for getting rid of that dummy. As it is when people realize the evil that that dummy was spreading, there probably will be a federal investigation of who was sponsoring this show and why!" Sarah came over and said to Leonard.
"A federal investigation! Of me?" Leonard exclaimed, annoyed with the idea. "It's you hippies they ought to lock up."
"That's where you're wrong, buddy." Rocky said, sticking his finger into Leonard's thick chest. "It's you capitalists who are the trouble makers. You'd put your money into anything that sold."
"Are they bothering you?" a private detective asked, looking Rocky and Sarah over, with quiet contempt.
Leonard knew that this was the moment.
Either he would ask that they be arrested now, or he would have to pretend not to care. Leonard also knew that when people thought the whole thing over, they would probably not want to be connected with-that dumb puppet, Melville!
"I don't regard these Hippies as the ones who have caused the trouble." Leonard said, with civil manliness. "I want you to arrest Herman for misrepresenting my television station to the people of this country. Herman is responsible for everything that stupid dummy said."
"Are you sure?" the detective said, disappointed at not being able to pull Rocky in.
"Positive. Positive." Leonard said.
CHAPTER 8
That night prowl cars searched the entire city for Herman. He was nowhere to be found!
In a cellar miles away, Herman was opening a heavy black trunk. Pulling out this new dummy, he said to it, "I never wanted to use you. But now I must."
The new dummy was a young boy. But not at all charming and winsome as had been Melville. Indeed, this new dummy had heavy black eyebrows and large black ominous eyes and a soul that was completely evil.
Herman was immediately in love with this new dummy.
"What is your name, you beautiful boy?"
"Richie. Some call me Dick, for short."
"Well, Dick, and what is your message going to be?"
"Nuclear War. It's the best way to cure the world problem. Don't Make Love, Make Nuclear War. Encourage Repression and Repress Free Love. All Love is Evil."
And the dark black eyes winked.
While Herman was rehearsing with his new dummy, Leonard was telling all the officials at his studio that they were never again to allow any puppet shows on the air.
Leonard's station was being investigated by one government agency after another, and the number of law suits were multiplying faster than would ever be possible even to have processed through the courts. All factories had suffered from the effects of the dummy television "dumn-in" and Leonard saw no way out of his problems other than to plead for mercy and never again allow a puppet to show its wooden face on programs emanating from his studio.
Not all owners of the television station were of Leonard's opinion, however. And as Billy and Lillian speeded back in the dawn, they were determined to bump off Leonard and get Herman to make a new dummy.
CHAPTER 9
Days passed by. The newspapers were full of the information compiled by the investigators of the dummy incident. But Herman was still not able to be found, and no amount of investigating explained the strange effect the dummy had had on the country and the strange hold the dummy had possessed over the actions and minds of the people.
In all the clamor for information, no one noticed that Leonard's sudden death was rather too sudden!
Lillian put on black and with her new husband, Billy, she attended Leonard's funeral and wept profusely.
While the ordeal of the strange funeral went on, a new way of life was opening up for Rocky and Sarah.
"Oh Rocky I want this baby so much!" Sarah said, as she and Rocky were lying in bed, kissing, their naked bodies against each other.
"I want it too." Rocky said, kissing her nipples and rubbing his hand along the belly which was still normal size. "I'm going to start my own leather shop and we'll have our own income. No more of this drifting stuff."
"Rocky, you're sure you won't mind being settled down?"
"You just remember to give the old man a good fuck every night and everything will go on all right. But I'm warning you, if I don't get my fucks, I'm going to start playing the field again." Rocky said, taking her hand and leading it down between his legs to his hard thick long dick.
"Are you going to stick in it now?" she asked, excitedly.
"Why not?" he said, mounting her, and opening the lips of her cunt with the hard pressing force of his cock.
"Oh Rocky, you're so beautiful. I'm so glad your sperm knocked me up."
"I wish you'd be fertile again so that I could make you pregnant all over again. I really dig that conception bag. That's a real power thing."
"You can knock me up after I have the baby." Sarah said, feeling the hard stiff cock sliding back and forth inside her belly, sending rhythms of sex and love through her whole being, and giving the newly forming embryo a close touch with its daddy's cock!
Rocky now felt that he had Sarah completely under his power and sway. He knew that Sarah's earlier rejection of him had been the crisis of their relationship. Now that she was going to have his baby and they were going to marry and settle down, Sarah would stop being critical of Rocky and she would spend all her time and attention taking care of the baby.
"Rocky, bite my nipple." Sarah screamed, as the cock coursed through her belly and she felt the deep throbbing of her blood pound through her limbs, as the fierce panting force of his strong body banged against her.
Rocky was too wrapped up in the delicious juicy heat of her cunt to give a damn about biting her nipple. He was fucking her good and proper and his eyes were closed and all his thoughts were concentrating their weight on trying to drive her absolutely crazy with the force of his cock inside her.
He wondered if the baby would be able to feel his cock rocking the womb, and the thought of being able to stick his cock into her during her pregnancy and feel their baby sticking out of her belly and lying there between them really turned him on and made his erection painfully hard and pressingly hard as rock.
Rocky put his hands under her buttocks and pressed her pelvis up against him. He felt the hot moisture of the prickly hairs of her cunt pressing against the base of his cock. The sweat of love and the heatedness of her panting breath, and the openness of her mouth, and the anxious pallor of her lips as he rammed the cock relentlessly through her these things made him feel a great desire to squirt his sperm in her and then turn her over and give it to her dog style with the fullness of her cunt gaping out at him, as his belly covered the ovals of her ass, and his cock penetrated deeper and deeper into the rich folds of her cunt.
"Oh, baby, you fucking whore!" he whispered, excitedly hearing the words pour out of his mouth. "Oh, you little whore!" he repeated, feeling his cock growing intense and hard and hot every time he whispered to her that she was a whore.
And then, wham-oh! The sperm started to spurt out of his cock, and he grew weak and breathless, and he began almost to whimper at the painfully slow spurts. He dug his cock back and forth into her cunt. Then he felt the cock growing hard, and he knew now that all he had to do was slam the cock all the way in and the whole Goddamn cock would break loose with his sperm. He pulled up and then rammed it. It hurt to dig the sensitive glans in so fiercely, but he had little time to think about the pain. For no sooner did the cock hit the back of her vagina when one long stream of sperm pushed out of his cock.
He lay on top of her. Now and then he tried to prepare to ram the cock in and out again. But the cock was almost numb from the intensity of the orgasm. But he didn't want to pull the cock out of her belly because it felt so nice and juicy warm inside her.
"You going to let me give it to you from behind?" he whispered in her ear.
"Anyway you want it Rocky. I want you to totally own and possess my body." Sarah said, kissing him on the mouth.
And then she stuck her tongue inside his mouth and she felt the deep rich hollow warmth of his throat. She wiggled her hips and felt the cock growing hot inside her belly.
Rocky couldn't stand the tickling sensation of her tongue against the back of his throat. He couldn't stand it and yet he couldn't break away. For it was driving his cock into erection again, and the pleasure of his cock erecting inside her after they had just fucked a few minutes ago, made him fierce and hot with new desire.
He moved the cock around inside her. And he felt her body moan with awareness of his power and forceful sway inside her being.
"Oh, Rocky, you make me feel like such a whore. All I want to do is lay in bed and be fucked all day and all night. I don't even want to eat except eat cock." Sarah moaned, and her voice quivered with the new and intense excitement growing deep in her belly.
"Let's go dog style." Rocky said, gently. And without waiting for her to give him permission, he started to turn her over, and to set her up on all fours. Sarah got into position right away. She hated having the cock pulled out of her belly, and so she quickly got on all fours and allowed Rocky to grab her around the legs and thrust her gaping cunt onto his firm thick rod.
Rocky made contact hard and hot, and his cock was more erect and stronger now than earlier. For the more he fucked the harder his erections got, and into a greater heat his passions and needs were thrown.
Rocky felt guilty giving it to his prospective wife in this dog-like way, humping her like they were animals in the gutter. But Rocky couldn't respond to a girl unless she did the coarse things. And what he liked about Sarah was that she was clean and pure outside of bed, but once he got his cock inside her at night, she quickly became the willing slave to his sexual needs and desires.
Rocky drove the rod deep into her gashing and liquid cunt. He could feel the heat of her asshole pressing against his belly. He pulled the cock out quickly and began to eat her cunt. It was thickly red and full of good strong smelling cunt juice. Sarah felt her body grow to an unbearable lust under the firm tonguing he was giving her. She wiggled under the rich thrusting of his tongue, and the more she wiggled, the more Rocky remembered the nice rhythm of fucking. Finally he rammed his tongue deeply into her cunt, sucked up as much juice as he could, and then grabbing her by the twat, he set his cock into the entrance of her cunt and began to rock her back and forth, until his cock was completely up into her cunt.
They were both moaning and panting now. Both were the aggressors. She was lustily ramming her backside against his cock, and he was lustily ramming his cock forward into her juicy furnace of a cunt.
Their bodies swayed into each other, and the rhythm of their sexuality brought them into a total and thrilling sense of oneness. Rocky knew that they were going to climax together on this one. He didn't force himself to hold back from orgasming. Instead, he allowed his cock to automatically follow the rhythm of her sexual movements on his cock. Her cunt was deeply rich in juice and his cock slurped back and forth inside her cunt.
"Wiggle a bit more, you little whore." Rocky said. And as her cunt sluiced onto his cock all the way, he moaned with intense pleasure and pain, and he poured the full wrath of his excited and teased cock into her cunt by blasting her thickly heated vagina with one power thrust of cock after another, until they were both climaxing and their bodies were working then-way into an exhausted and final fuck for the night.
Rocky felt his cock starting to deflate after his final orgasm, and he banged it around in her sluice of a cunt until his erection couldn't hold anymore. Then he laid her on her back, and exhausted and pleasure-ridden, he started to eat her cunt which was rich and juicy from their climaxes.
Sarah made whimpering sounds of pleasure as his mouth clasped on the heated box of her cunt.
Rocky ate his fill of her cunt, and then he let himself fall asleep with his mouth on her cunt.
Sarah nibbled on his long and deflated cock for a while and she too soon grew sleepy and allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep. She knew that she had won Rocky and that she would have a good life with him.
CHAPTER 10
While Rocky and Sarah were enjoying the good fortune of a new life, Billy and Lillian were driving out to Leonard Convention's house.
As so often happens in crime, what starts out as an easy job quickly disintegrates into a bad move followed by equally bad and increasingly wrong moves.
Lillian parked the car in the cobblestone path leading to Leonard's house. The plan was simply that Lillian should go in first, start to get Leonard involved in sex, and while he was undressing, Billy would come into the room through a window and shoot Leonard dead.
But when Lillian stepped into Leonard's house, she found that Herman was there with his new dummy and he was giving Leonard a sample of how reformed the dummy was.
As always happened with Herman's dummies, Leonard was powerless to resist the forceful powers of the dummy, and it was when Herman placed a chair near a curtained window and sat down with the new dummy, Richie, on his lap, that the figure of Billy appeared as a light silhouette at the window and fired three shots into Herman's back.
Herman fell over dead immediately. And as Leonard and Lillian stood dumbfounded, they found themselves hypnotized by the way in which the dummy turned into a pool of water and disappeared into the rug, leaving behind only the bloody corpse of its owner, Herman!
Leonard ran to the window and pulled the curtain back. Momentarily, he saw Billy Danube clearly. Billy had no time to think, and, instinctively, he pulled the trigger. Leonard shouted, but it was merely the last gasp before dying.
That night Billy and Lillian lost no time driving down to Mexico. Lillian sent a few telegrams to friends establishing an alibi for leaving the country and she knew that eventually the law would start trying to catch up with them.
But that would be another time; that would be tomorrow.
She pressed her hand into Billy's crotch. His cock grew erect, and he had her unzip his pants and give him a blow job while he drove on in the night.
At least there would be good fucking during their escape years!
