"Yeah, Lady, yeah ... oui, oui. We'll look into it ... Yeah, right now ... no, of course I'm glad you called, yeah ... "
Detective-Inspecteur Bemolle was holding the phone between raised shoulder and ear, gesticulating wildly with both hands while he talked...." we do appreciate it Lady, and I'm glad you watched those commercials on television ... right away ... oui, oui, but look, Lady, I can't do anything about it until I get off the phone ... okay, same to you ... yeah." He slammed the receiver down premptorily, shrugging his shoulders disgustedly.
"She wished me Happy New Year!-he said with distaste to the man who was sprawled across his desk.
"Complaint of a Good Citizen?" queried the man.
"Yeah ... probably another crank call, but we gotta look into it. Get Parsons and Lageule to take a look-here's the address." He slid a small piece of paper across to Det-Insp. Smith.
"What is it, loud party?" asked Smith, examining the scrap of paper.
"Yeah." Bemole sighed heavily, stood up, and stretched. Scratching his crotch, he crossed to the water-fountain.
"St. Lawrence East, eh ... " Smith was musing deeply. After a moment of intense thought, he said, "Lotta Hippies around there. Might need the Vice Squad."
Bemole was kicking the water-fountain impatiently. "Damn thing ... guy can't' even get a sip of water around here!" He looked at Smith shrugging his shoulders in Gallic fashion. "Look, willya just get on it? Sapristi! We'll get the Squad if we need 'em, but I'd feel like a damn fool, sending the whole gang out cause a couplea long-hairs is screwing ass-up ... "
Smith turned away, heading for the Dispatcher's desk on the other side of the glass partition.
"Damn nuisance ... you'd think they'd at least give us machines for coffee, and pound cake, like they do other places ... " Bemolle was still cursing to himself, as he tried to drink from the tiny trickle of water coming out of the faucet of the fountain.
Parsons and Lageule were cruising Montreal's shabby East end, speeding along the wide boulevards, slowing down to weave through the narrower, darker alleys. It had been a pretty quiet night so far: only one knifing and two minor bar brawls. There had been only one attempted robbery and this was a record low. Parsons and Lageuele had already congratulated themselves several times on this point.
They were cruising quietly, discussing psoriasis, when suddenly the radio interrupted its usual bleeps and blurps and produced a human voice.
"Car 22! Car 22! Come in, Car 22!" said the radio.
"Hey!" said Parsons, who was driving.
"Car vingt-deux, Car vingt-deux!" he responded. Lageule had some leanings to Separatism.
"Go to 1856 St. Laurent Est!" ordered the Dispatcher's soprano. "Neighbor complained of noise."
The Dispatcher, Milly Higgins, was somewhat hot for Lageule, and spoke French for his benefit whenever possible.
"Okay, oui, merci Millee!" rang off Lageule gallantly. But his flirtatious smile into the mouthpiece turned into a frown as he looked at his partner.
"We'd better get on it!" he said with determination.
Parsons nodded, driving hard at the wheel. They squealed up from the harbor along St. James East, cutting across a series of narrow alleys so that they met St. Lawrence Boulevard half-way up its length.
"Which way?" queried Parsons grimly, as he slowed down slightly at the intersection.
Lageule picked up the dispatching end of the radio. "Which way at St. Laurent and Mercy?" he questioned into the instrument.
"Up," came Milly's voice quickly.
"Merci," said Laguele, not having time to flirt.
They cruised up St. Lawrence, shining the searchlight on house fronts. There was one fat woman undressing, but the number as only 1572. The continued up the wide boulevard.
They were almost up at the base of the mountain when they arrived at their destination. Number 1856 was dimly-lit.
"Hmmmm ... Looks like Hippies, all right," said Parsons, as he pulled in to park. "They always have their lights dim."
"Yeah," agreed Laguele. "When they've taken all that acid and stuff, it hurts their eyes ... even daylight bothers them, after a while."
The two patrolmen got out of the car.
"That's why they sleep all day," added Lageule as they ascended the front steps.
Inside the hallway was dark. They climbed the first flight of stairs slowly, feeling their way with their arms.
"Get the flashlight," whispered Parsons, nudging Lageule in the ribs.
Parsons was the senior of the two, and consequently did not have to use his own flashlight.
With the aid of the beam of light, they proceeded to the second floor.
"Next one up-I took note of that while we were outside," whispered Lageule to his partner, "it's the third floor."
They were only halfway up the last flight of stairs when they heard it.
"Hey!" said Parsons, his whisper a hiss now, "Just listen to that, willya! Music!"
"It's far too loud," agreed Lageule in a whisper, "at two o'clock in the morning, too!"
Henri Lageuele secretly had some liking for rock music-he even owned several records of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. But Henri Lageule was by no means a stupid guy: what his superior officer wanted to hear, Henri Lageule would let him hear.
"Dreadful!" Lageule said again as they got to the door.
Parsons, pulling rank, was the one to knock. He put out his large hand and rapped sharply twice.
There was no response. Parsons and Lageuel, listening intently, thought maybe they could hear sounds of furtiveness from inside.
"Too bad we don't have a search warrant!" said Parsons grimly to his partner.
"Yeah, too bad!" said Lageule, even more grimly.
Parsons knocked again, this time harder. "It'd serve those Hippies right!" he hissed.
The two cops waited with increasing grimness for the door to open. Listening intently, ear to the door, Parsons said, "I'm sure they're doing something in there!"
Then suddenly the door opened.
"Not bad, for a Hippie," Lageule thought to himself, as he felt his French-Canadian cock grow stiff and hard under its blue serge coating.
She was a blonde chick with long swaying hair and a very short dress. Leageule felt a twinge of disappointment at seeing the dress-he had hoped they'd be naked, like Hippies always were.
"We come in?" said Parsons, showing his badge.
The girl nodded, looking at them out of very blue eyes. She seemed neither hostile nor friendly.
'Probably knows which side her bread is buttered on," thought Parsons to himself grimly, as the two cops entered the smoke-filled room.
There were a lot of people sitting around. Parsons and Lageule sniffed the air elaborately.
"All right, where's the stuff," said Parsons, after a moment of nasal-twitching, "I can smell that stuff a mile away."
"Stuff?"
"Usstuff? What d'ya mean?"
"Stuuuuuffffff?"
The lot of people all turned faces of innocence toward the two in blue.
Parsons was getting riled. "Turn THAT MUSIC DOWN!" he bellowed stentorially.
There was a series of rapid taps on the ceiling.
"What's that, now-some kind of code with your buddies upstairs?" questioned Parsons grimly. "They keeping the stuff for ya, eh?" He took a step toward the blonde chick.
"No," she replied calmly, "they don't like noise-they tap on their floor when there's too much noise."
'Cook hitch,' thought Lageule to himself. 'Probably sly too.' His cock was definitely stiff. He wouldn't mind porking a Hilly some day.
He forced himself to think of other matters. Like how much these kids knew. If he and Parsons tried to search for dope, would these kids let them?
Lageule decided that he doubted it. Hippies were sly, they knew their rights.
"Mind if we have a look around?" Parsons was saying his best manner.
The blonde chick shrugged her shoulders.
"You won't find anything," was her sly comment.
"Never mind that. You kids all stay right here, understand? We don't want anybody leaving before we find the stuff." Parsons was walking around the living room while he talked, looking at the posters on the walls, eyeing a vase of colored flowers with suspicion. He took a few books off the shelf and opened them. Finding nothing, he turned his attention to the television.
"Mind if I take a look inside?" he questioned.
The blonde chick, who seemed to be the spokesman-for the group, shrugged again. This time, however, she was really sly.
"Yes, I do mind." she said tersely. Voice evennot impolite, just firm.
'Coll number,' thought Laguele to himself again, 'real sly.' Aloud he said, "I'll take the bathroom."
He went down the hall. When he got to his destination, he looked first of all behind the bathroom door, for douche bags. Lageule's girl-friend Jeannine was always hanging hers there: it looked like a hot-water bottle.
But there were no bags of any sort hanging behind the door. "These hippies probably don't even use them ... though Lageule to himself, shrugging with disgust.
He opened the medicine cabinet. Nothing there-except, he noted with interest, a jar of Psorexma. psoriasis medicine! What a coincidence, when he and Parsons had just been talking about it!
He lifted the top off the back of the toilet-again nothing. There was a leak between pipe and float; in trying to fix it, he got the cuffs of his uniform wet.
"Damn Hippies!" muttered Lageule to himself, punching the toilet.
"Lageule!" came the sudden shout, "Got anything?"
"Nope," Lageule yelled back. "Should we go?"
"Yeah," his partner shouted. Lageule obediently returned down the hall to the living room.
"All right, you kids, you got off easy this time," Parsons was lecturing in menacing tones, "but if we ever get another complaint about you ... we'll throw the book at you!" He paused dramatically. "And I mean THROW!" he emphasized. Then he turned abruptly on his heel. Lageule followed giving a last glance to the blonde chick in the short skirt.
She eyed him in return. "See ya," she said coyly, not loud enough for Parsons to hear. "Come again soon."
Her voice, though sly, was incredibly provocative, unbelievably arousing ... Lageule felt his huge prick stiffen again, just when he'd got rid of that first erection!
Then she winked at him! It was dark, but he was sure he saw it-a real wink. His cock began to pulse and strain against its blue serge confinement. He slipped a hand casually into his pocket, and turned out the door.
What would it be like, Lageule was wondering to himself as they descended the stairs, what would it be like to screw a real Hippie? What sort of weird, perverted things did they do-exactly?
CHAPTER TWO
The group of people in the smoky room remained silent until they heard the cops' heavy footsteps go out the from door of the apartment building.
"Whew!" said Gwen, as soon as the door had slammed "Kinda close!" She crossed the room, and took down a book from the topmost shelf of the bookcase.
"Not really, though," replied Vernon, his glasses glinting as he shook his head emphatically, "since they were violating our rights by coming in the first place. You see, we are entitled to-"
"Yeah, man." said Lee. "we know. Let's get back to the grass, Gwen."
"Got it." The blonde chick took the joint of of the hollowed-out book, lit it and took a deep drag. She passed the joint along to Josephine, then she leaned her head back and held in the smoke.
"Turn up the music a little," said Emile.
The group huddled closer together, as they shared the makeshift cigarette.
"Hey, may," said Lee after a pause, "did you get a look at the younger one?" He chuckled, his teeth white in the blackness of his face.
"Yeah," giggled Josephine, "you mean get a look at his hard-on?"
Gwen had collapsed in fits of giggles on the floor. "Funniest thing I ever saw!" she gasped, "another second and he would've jumped me!"
The joint was almost at an end now, and the group was feeling it.
"Speaking of hard-ons," said Emile. lying on his back on the floor next to Susan, "How 'bout this?"
Susan giggled as he took her hand and placed it on his crotch. Slowly, provocatively, her fingers began to stroke him, fondling the rising dick under his bell-bottom trousers.
"Umm," said Emile approvingly, "go to it baby."
"You really want me too?" purred Susan, "I mean, in front of all these people an' all ... " Her voice was deep and sensual, a fitting accompaniment to her long black hair and deeply-tanned skin.
"Who's people? We're all friends," Emile giggled as he unzipped his fly.
Gwen watched with interest, feeling her own hot fluids welling in her cunt.
Susan had rolled over onto her side now, and was lazily and sexily extricating Emile's prick from the opening of his jockey shorts. She hauled it out-up it popped, straining and gleaming in the dimness of the room.
A chorus of giggles and ooohs of admiration came from the stoned viewers.
"Not bad ... "
"How long ... "
"I bet Lee's is bigger-nig ones always are ... "
"How 'bout you, Vernon? Or don't you believe in it?"; "C'mon, Lee-please, pretty please-show us!"
Josephine began to work on Vernon, Gwen did the same for Lee.
Two white cocks and one black one were soon waving with furious hunger in mid-air.
"Lee wins!" came the unanimous vote from the three girls. With a giggle of exultant pleasure, Gwen bent her head and took the whole throbbing length of black cock-: meat into her mouth.
His ram was huge, there was no doubt about it. The round, pulsing head was half-way down her throat, and her lips; had to stretch just to get around the thickness of the huge: steel-hard shaft. The feel of his big negro dick in her mouth sent her cunt pulsing with frantic fuck-spasms; she could feel the hot female juices oozing from her gaping snatch.
"Greedy!"
"Give us a turn after!"
"No discrimination here!"
Dimly, behind her waves of desire, Gwen heard the chanting chorus. Let them tease-she had Lee in her mouth, and she wasn't about to give him up easily ... she'd been craving a piece of his colossal ram for three weeks, already.
Her mouth was still enfolding the throbbing head of his rod, sucking hard, and now she reached up with her two hands and began to undress the big negro.
Lee, squirming now from his hips with urgent fuck-hunger, helped her undo the buttons of his shirt. Speedily the two of them got the bright blue garment off his muscular chest. Next came the pants: he lifted his supple thighs, inches from the floor so that Gwen could slide the bell-bottom jeans off him. Quickly he kicked off the shorts, and then he was lying on his back naked, his huge pulsing cock standing up straight, pointing towards his head. It reached past his navel.
"Ummmm," said Gwen, her voice muffled and deep as she lapped, stroked, sucked on his prong. She could feel her itchy twat, throbbing now, longing for a touch from his lithe fingers-or better yet, from the head of his black rod.
Lee wasn't talking at all now-he was just thrusting himself deeper into her, his hips rising from the floor in a silent and urgent rhythm. Blindly his hands reached out, fumbling impatiently with her clothing. He obviously couldn't wait much longer.
Gwen quickly peeled off her mini-dress, hoing that his eagerness would slacken a little once he got into her cunt. She wanted to savor the feel of that black rod inside her box for as long as possible.
She took her mouth away from his penis to slip out of her panties; naturally, she never wore a bra. Then, gleaming white, totally naked, she leaned over him again.
Lee put his large supple hands on her breasts, squeezing the nipples between practiced fingers.
"Hey, Baby," he said, low and hoarse, "lean over so I can taste you."
She bent further, and he put his mouth to each hard tit in turn; he sucked, nibbled, fondled, and the shivers of pleasure multiplied as they raced each other down to her moist cunt. Then she felt his hands on her belly, rounding the curve of her thigh, coming eventually to rest on the twin globes of her buttocks.
"Nice ass ... " he commented, his voice more level, more controlled now. She was thankful that he had calmed down just a little-she wanted this fuck to be something special. Long and hard, she wanted to get it from him, so she could enjoy that enormous piece of meat to the full....
His fingers were strolling delicately across her buttocks, sending tingles up her ass and inside her pussy.
"Ummmm," said Gwen, "that's nice ... "
One hand strayed into her crack. Slowly, leisurely, it meandered up and down between the high mountains of her ass. Then suddenly a finger shot up her anus.
Gwen squirmed; the finger, instead of coming out, shot up further.
He moved it a little inside her, and she realized that she liked it! Would she have liked it if she weren't so stoned, she wondered?
She even wiggled backwards a little now, to get his digit in further. It felt really nice, set off all sorts of nerves and sensations she hadn't known existed!
"Will you give me your cock that way, sometime?" she asked softly, her voice quavering with hungry desire.
He squeezed her buttocks, smiling in the dark. "Sure, baby ... if you'll do me a few favors, in return."
Even his voice made her clit more erect and hungry, it was so deep and masculine. He was holding her more tightly now, pulling her whole body too him, as his mouth sucked hungrily on her lush tits. Sensing the meaning of his grasp, she lifted one leg and slid it across on top of him. She shifted, and was sitting upright on his chest.
"Okay?" said Gwen.
"Ready," the big negro replied, "sit on it, now!" There was hot urgency under the control in his voice. How good he was, thought Gwen, how skilled!
She rose onto her knees and slid her gaping snatch down over his chest until it met the straining tip of his dick. His cock slipped a little against her juicy flesh and touched the ripe trigger of her clit.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Gwen moaned, as the sensation rolled over her.
She saw him smile in the dark. One lithe hand came down and he took hold of his rod. Slowly, enticingly, he began to slid it back and forth along the valley of her snatch.
"AAAHHHHH!" she moaned continually, as the nerve-spasms shook her, and her whole body rippled with pleasure. He was sliding his big cock back and forth, touching her twat, slipping down to rest the head of his prick against the wet and gaping opening of her hole-and then back up it would go, to trigger her clitoris again. The waves of delight rolled over her, she couldn't wait much longer, she knew-and then suddenly he was moving his hand more rapidly, almost roughly, and the quivering shocks multiplied themselves as he rolled his meat in her cunt-ridge and she couldn't wait, she definitely couldn't ... and then she was almost unconscious, eyes closed tight on the flaming fireworks behind them, while the shudders of her climax shook her whole body, and the hot fluids rolled from her dripping cunt.
He gripped her ass, and slid her down, and she felt the delightful sensation of his prick, deep, far inside her-at last! Her pussy gulped the black cock-meat greedily, her cunt muscles clutching him with convulsive hunger as she sucked him further and further and further in. It was tremendously long, she realized, as she came out of her first climax, and was able to realize anything at all. It must be at least nine inches! It kept coming!
CHAPTER THREE
Gwen was sitting astride Lee's huge black body, lurching and thrusting, her blonde hair swinging, as the negro pushed from his hips, shoving his enormous black ram into her.
"Aauuuuugggghhhh!" Gwen was moaning and grunting now, in a steadily-rising chant of overwhelming desire.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!" came a sudden cry from another corner of the room, as red-haired Josephine bent her lush naked tits over Vernon's chest. Sensuously, provocatively, Josephine reached up with one slim arm, and removed Vernon's glasses.
"Uuuuhhhh!" he cried again, in mounting urgency, as Josephine's hand slipped down and began to work at the buttons of his shirt. His eyes felt naked without the thick lenses in front of them, and his cock, sticking up through his open fly, began to pulse and strain with ardor against the air.
Susan's hands moved quickly, skillfully, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Then she slid one hand up from his waist, under his undershirt, and began to slide her fingers in delicate, and incredibly arousing, circles on his taut chest. Her hand found the crossshaped pattern of hairs, and she playfully pulled at it, while Vernon squirmed and wiggled in ever-increasing joy. Passionately, urgently, his own hands went out to feel for her clothing. He found her turtle-neck sweater, and she obligingly raised her arms as he grasped the bottom. He slid the garment up over her head, and then moved his hands down again to feel her now naked breasts.
Josephine's tits were mammoth, colossal; they swayed and swung over his face like two ripe grapefruits.
"Uuuuhhhh!" groaned Vernon again, his passion mounting, as his hands each cupped one lush breast. He felt the hard, stiff nipples pressing against his palms and he fondled the bursting things between two fingers. Josephine squirmed in response to his touch, the waves of flaming desire welling and crashing through her whole body. Gently, she put her hands to Vernon's head, and brought it to her boobs.
He needed no urging. His mouth was on her in an instant, his breath hot and hard against her creamy skin, his lips sucking ardently and furiously at the up-tilted nipples of her breasts.
"Ummm," murmured Josephine in satisfaction, as he frantically kissed, nibbled, sucked, fondled-and her hot cunt responded to his every movement with quivering spasms of desire.
Her vulva walls were twitching now, in an agony of hunger, while her fluids welled up and trickled out of the pink lips of her box. Her clit was tense, urgently anxious for his touch; her whole body was on fire, little nerve-shocks running up and down her length from mouth to tits to cunt.
With a cry of passion, Josephine's hands went out to massage Vernon's cock. She clutched the large pulsing thing in both hands, rolling the sensitive flesh around in her palms, shifting the throbbing stem from hand to hand. Then she slid her other hand up and deftly undid his belt.
Vernon groaned with rapture, as her hands fingered his clothing and his prick; he raised his hips off the floor and helped her to slide the trousers and underwear off his slender body. Then his hands moved to her bell-bottom jeans, and quickly unfastened the clasp. In a moment both were totally naked, their bodies gleaming with the sweats of their desire, as they lay on the floor.
Vernon, divested of his clothing, suddenly became a different man. Who would have thought that that fellow with the thin hair and thick glasses would become such a wild and ferocious beast?
But he was-the fuck-crazed hunger was on him now, and with rising noises of passion he flung himself to his knees.
"SUCK ME!" he hissed violently to Josephine, and the redhead obeyed his order eagerly. Bending over gracefully, she put his swollen, pulsing rod into the warm cave of her mouth. Slowly at first, then with mounting pressure and quickening rhythm, she stroked the shaft and tip of his cock with her soft lips. Down she moved, from delicate tip to ball-quivering stem, one hand reaching forward to jiggle and play with his vibrating nuts-then back up, pulling the sensitive and throbbing skin of his dong with her as she went ... then a quick and tantalizing swirl of her tongue around the very tip of his prick, a lap into the needle's eye at its end ... and suddenly, quickly, deftly, her mouth swooped back down ball-ward, sucking, squeezing, gobbling up the succulent length of his penis.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" Vernon was shuddering all over now, as his fingers clutched at her head and tits. His knees were weak, his balls on fire with hot volcanic liquids, his prick tightening, tightening....
"AAhh-I'm going to come in your mouth, you gorgeous bitch! AAAAHHHHHH!" Lurching wildly, his whole body propelled toward the hot soothing cave of her mouth by the momentum of his huge throbbing dick, he gripped her head tight with his hands, as his penis exploded in a tumultuous waterfall of boiling, milky come.
"AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh," cried Vernon, in dying decrescendo of delight, as his cock spurted forth for the last time. A last twinge of erotic arousal ran through him, as he noted that Josephine, wonderful sexy Josephine, was sucking, lapping and swallowing up every pungent drop of his warm sperm.
"Ummm, good!" she said, smacking her lips a mischievous gleam in her green eyes, "I expect you to do the same for me in a while ... "
Vernon knew he'd be only too willing to return the favor.
Meanwhile, he lay back for a moment in a lazy contentment. The others had paired off, and were sprawled in various places in the room, their wild bodily undulations accented by their ferocious cries, grunts, moans.
Gwen, slender blonde Gwen, was bouncing and gyrating atop the huge black axle of Lee's cock. Vernon noted with increasing ardor. As he watched, Lee raised his knees slightly in excitement, and Vernon glimpsed the firm, dark sacs of the negro's balls, hanging down to the floor between his muscular thighs. The sight of those marvelously strong-looking orbs sent a tremor through Vernon-there was no doubt that Lee was incredibly well-hung, he thought to himself.
He watched, almost mesmerized by the sight, as Gwen's slim white body bounced up and down, sideways, back and forth, on top of Lee. Gwen's hair swung, her ample breasts flew about, gleaming in the dim light, their pointing red nipples clearly visible. Vernon felt his prick begin to take renewed life from the scene in front of his eyesslowly, evenly, it was beginning to rise and stiffen again.
He heard a loud moan from the other side of the room, and his eyes moved in the direction of the sound.
It came from Susan and Emile, who were intertwined by the bookcase. Vernon looked, and then looked again ... were they? ... Yes! His eyes devoured the sight, his skin tingled at the sounds, the sucking sound and the human cries-and, before his eyes, as he looked down his body, Vernon's prick rose stiff, hard, gigantic, into the air. It was huge now, really enormous, and it burned with a fiery itch greater than he had ever felt-all because of the sight of Susan and Emile!
CHAPTER FOUR
At first glance it looked like they were dancing together. They were both standing, facing each other, naked in the dim light. Their bodies swayed and undulated in rhythm to the pulsing rock music on the stereo; Susan's long black thick hair coiled almost to her waist, and waves slinkily around the firm round globes of her breasts, so that her red hard nipples pointed out through the masses of dark curls. Emile's huge Gallic prick was pointing too, brown and straight, erect away from his body and leaning up to his face. His taut, muscular skin glowed tawny in the darkness, as he moved in time to the music.
It was a compelling sight, their ritual of attraction: even Lee and Gwen were distracted from their afterrapture. Lee, with a final spasmodic lurch, had shot his load of warm fluid into Gwen's gaping, eager hole, while the blonde clutched at his firm black body in her own ecstasy, heaving her cunt down on the prong of his dick. After a minute they both looked over at Susan and Emile.
Conscious of their audience now, Susan and the French-Canadian boy began to perform with conscientious intensity; closer and closer they moved toward one another, until the tip of Emil's pulsing rod almost touched Susan's tanned thigh. Then, in a sensuous movement that left the spectators gasping with their own desire, the two dancers slowly backed away ... Susan's coils of black hair waved over her shoulders, as she tossed back her head, and bent from the waist, her whole body wriggling in time to the music.
As the other two couples watched, she bent further and further back, until her body was an arch punctuated by the luscious round boobies, pointing up into the air. The nipples glowed in the dim light, her lush round hips swayed ever so gently and sensuously.
Then, as if at some unseen signal, she stood erect again, and the two dancers moved together. They began to move wildly now, swaying more quickly, bouncing and undulating in time to the quickening tempo of the song. Emile approached nearer to Susan's flying body-and then suddenly his lips and arms were on her, roaming all over her juicy contours of flesh.
Vernon felt himself tremble, as Emile sucked at Susan's huge nipples, and slid his hands down over the flatness of her belly and between her legs. His hand suddenly disappeared into her warm moist cleft.
"Oh, yes! YES!" cried Susan, as his finger shot up into the throbbing recesses of her dripping snatch. "Please, please!" Her voice was urgent, trembling in time to the spasms of hunger in her hot twitching cunt. She clung to him, grinding her body down onto the wonderful pressure of his finger-and then Emile shot his thumb out, probing through the hot folds of cunt-flesh until he found the quivering knob of her twat.
"Aaaaahhhh!" It was a moan now, prolonged and frantic, as Susan pressed her pussy to him, seeking to gobble up more and more of his probing, prodding digits.
They were clutching and grinding their bodies together urgently now, and the spectators noticed the sudden violent shudders of Emile's huge prong, as he rubbed it against Susan's soft thigh. The skin of his prick was taut and stretched, a droplet of moisture decked the slit at the turbulent, throbbing tip....
Suddenly, uncontrollably, Emil began to prod and finger and suck and rub, pulling Susan's body to him, pushing his finger into her box with all his might, as she ground her cunt down onto it, while he sucked with fierce, intense hunger on her breasts. His cock, pulsing, straining, and rubbing against her leg, seemed trying of its own accord to find its rightful hole ... closer and closer the long shaft with its enlarged head came to the furry mound between her legs.
"Please! NOW! I CAN'T WAIT!" cried Susan aloud, in what was almost a wail, "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Emile did. He gave it to her roughly, violently, almost brutally, his own crazed fuck-hunger by now utterly overwhelming. Grabbing her by the buttocks, he swung her around and almost threw her to the floor on her belly. With a savage and fierce cry he bent over her, his hands roughly gripping her ass and pulling her up onto her knees. Susan knelt there a moment, suspended, with her lovely lush buttocks raised from the floor a foot ... and then there was a gasp of excitement from the four spectators, as Emile roughly grabbed the orbs of her ass, held them an instant, and then violently shoved himself all the way into the pulsing reaches of her snatch.
The whole throbbing length of his brown cock disappeared into her hungry opening, and then he began to push and thrust more violently than ever.
"Oh! OH, OH, OH!" Susan was crying out in utmost rapture, as his enormous dong slid further and further up her cunt. He was slapping her buttocks lightly, and then his hands came round underneath to fondle her tits-and the novel position aroused sensations in her glowing pussy that she had never before experienced. It was incredible, marvelous, sensational! The thought of their four spectators only added duel to Susan's fervid lust-let them watch, she and Emile would put on a good show, all right!
Then suddenly, her thoughts-and her brain itself-seemed to dissolve, to melt away into the blazing, melting fire of her dripping cunt. Emile was pronging her steadily now, with stiff, hard thrusts, his penis making a sucking noise as it moved in and out ... and then his rhythm began to increase in speed and pressure. Faster he went, and deeper into her pussy with every hard grinding push-and Susan lunged backward in counterrhythm, pressing her creamy ass against his body.
She couldn't think any more, she couldn't see-she was conscious only of the feel, the incredibly exciting and fulfilling sensation of his enormous ram. Then, as his tempo increased to a blind furious series of spasmodic thrusts, as she felt his whole body tighten toward climax, she felt the overpowering waves of ecstasy and release come rolling through her. Suddenly she was shuddering and sobbing, thrusting backwards against his cock, as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her tingling body ... she heard herself crying and moaning with joy, and then she felt his violent geyser-spurts of hot, wet come.
"AAAAHHHHH!" cried Susan, as his sperm filled up her satisfied snatch, "AAAAAhhhhh! That was good!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Gwen, watching the spectacle, could hardly control her own itching fervor. She turned to Lee, whose large body glowed black in the darkness. She saw with delight the tremendous shaft of his cock, erect and firm again, stimulated to renewed vigor by the sight they had just witnessed.
"You know what I'd like ... " she whispered coyly, her voice deep and hoarse, with undertones of desire.
"What ... ?" he squirmed a little, his body on fire with its appetite.
"I'd like your big black rod up me, in the behind ... " she ! said delicately, and his words gave him a shudder of exotic arousal ... he'd never done that before!
"You must be really stoned ... " he murmured, trying to sound calm and casual-but there was a shake to his voice.
"And ... I'd like Vernon in me too, at the same time ... " Her voice, fired by her visions of what was to come, was hoarse and low. Lee found himself equally excited by he tones as her words-three of them together! What an incredibly exciting experiment it sounded! This cool blonde chick certainly had the fever all right! This night was going to be fun! He felt like he could go on for hours, pronging lovely Gwen, sticking his huge black ram far into her luscious white flesh!
He lay there on the darkened floor, his cock rising further at every thought and vision of what was to come: Gwen meanwhile, had crawled across the floor to Vernon and Josephine.
"Hi!" she said silkily to the couple. Suddenly she had an idea.
"Hey, let's have some more grass, I'm beginning to feel like it.
"Good idea," said Vernon with alacrity.
Josephine nodded Gwen got up and went to the bookcase. Her movement attracted the attention of Emile and Susan, who were sprawled lazily together on the floor.
"Want some more pot?" said Gwen.
"Sure," said Susan, but Emile interrupted.
"I've got a better idea," said the dark French-Canadian youth. "Let's make a real night of it-let's use those caps I've got!" His voice was full of excitement.
"You mean that mescaline?" queried Gwen, "you think we should use it now?"
"Yeah, it's great stuff, almost like an aphrodisiac, it gets you so worked up physically ... it'll keep us going 'til sometime tomorrow."
"Great," said Susan. "Let's try it!"
In a moment all six were sitting naked in a semi-circle on the floor. They popped the mescaline, amid chatter and giggled.
"Hey," said Lee. "Does it make you bigger-your cock I mean?" He gestured humorously toward his huge black shaft, already pulsing and erect from his previous excitement.
"God, I hope not!" said Gwen with an exaggerated sigh, looking with eagerness at his gigantic prick. "You'll never get it up me, as it is."
"Have to go out and find a cow, or something," commented Vernon.
"Elephant, more likely," was Susan's remark. She could feel the hot female juices surging to her throbbing pussy at the mere sight of the negro's enormous prick. "You'll have to give us all a turn, Lee," she said, hoarsely and provocatively.
"Glad to service anyone," was the black boy's reply.
There was a general giggle, but the sound had an undertone of fiery urgency ... the mescaline was beginning to work, heightening all physical sensations.
"Hey," said someone, "turn that music up, willya? Let's play to the music!"
"Put on the Rolling Stones!" cried Vernon with unusual enthusiasm. His glasses gleamed as he bobbed his head energetically up and down.
Gwen got up and changed the record. A hard-rock number blared out stridently in the dimness of the room.
"Take off your glasses, Vern," said Susan harshly. "Let's see what you look like all naked."
Her voice, rich with sensual undertones, made him tremble with excitement. He took off the thick lenses, feeling as though he were participating in a strip-tease. He looked down the length of his slender body-his prick was huge, stimulated to incredible size by the atmosphere, the presence of the three naked girls, the music, voices-and above all, the mescaline. He watched his own cock, amazed, as it waved toward his face fatter and longer than he had ever seen it!
"Admiring yourself, Vern?" cooed Gwen, her blue eyes gleaming mischievously, as she leaned over his body and gave his cock a flick with her tongue.
"Uuuuhhhh!" said Vernon, at her touch. A tremor of urgent fuck-hunger shot through his body, and he tried to grab Gwen's blonde head ... his cock felt so lonely up there, with nothing to stick it in....
"Please," he murmured pleadingly, "please-suck on it!" His tone was urgent with hot desire.
Gwen leaned over again, one hand going down between his legs to play with his balls. She gave a series of strong, hard pulls to his cock-skin with her mouth. Vernon squirmed, trusting his hips upward, trying to bury his hot, throbbing organ in her mouth-but the teasingly pulled away. Leaving his cock to wave in empty air, Gwen moved her blond head down, and slowly, delicately, took one of his balls in her mouth.
"Uuuuhh!" It was a frenzied gasp, as he lurched and trembled at her skillful, tantalizing touch. She put his nut all the way into her mouth, squeezing lightly ... and then, she began to hum!
There were giggles and cries of mock admiration from the other four kids who sprawled on the floor, watching attentively and excitedly.
"Not bad!"
"Looks like fun ... kinda gets to ya ... " Lee's huge ram was pulsing furiously now, and he wiggled with joy as Josephine reached out with both hands and gripped the oily shaft.
"Let's see-sounds like I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND ... "
"IS that right, Gwen?"
Gwen, her head almost buried between Vernon's hairy, twitching legs, shook her head, and began to hum louder. Vernon was writhing furiously, in hot and frantic lust-fever. His hands reached down and held her head to his crotch, while she moved slightly to take the other sac into her mouth.
"SPINNING WHEEL-that's what it is ... " came the jubilant cry from Emile. "Right, Josie?"
Josephine, who was still stroking and pummeling Lee's huge penis, turned slightly to see Emile's white teeth flashing a grin at her.
"Right!" she grinned back. This mescaline sure was fun!
Her legs were toward Emile, and suddenly her hot and juicy cunt was pulsing with uncontrollable desire. Still gripping Lee's huge rod with her fingers, Josephine slowly and sensually parted her legs, exposing all the depths of her red thatch to Emil's appreciative glance.
"Ummm ... " said the French-Canadian jocularly, "C'est bon ... " His eyes drank in the sight of those tiny red hairs, glistening with female juices, and parted to reveal the glories underneath. He feasted on the sight of her redly swollen cuntlips, moist and throbbing-and his eyes found the pulsing, erect knob of her excited clit. Suddenly, he couldn't wait.
Crossing the floor, he was kneeling between Josie's legs in an instant, his mouth finding the juicy wetness of her gaping pussy.
"Aaaahhhh! Yes!" cried the redhead excitedly, as his tongue probed at her opening, "Aaaahhh, yes, SUCK ME!"
Emile sucked-he sucked urgently, his tongue pushing and prodding in rhythm to his own frantic lust. He moved closer, burying his whole face in her soft and fleshy cleft, smelling her pungent, musky fluids, tasting the saltiness that came from her ... and then he slid his organ up the oily ridges of flesh until he found her tingling clit and played with it. She was moaning steadily now, in the rising cliche, the glorious ecstasy, while her fingers pulled and pummeled more strongly at Lee's ripe and eager meat.
"Uh! C'mon, Offay bitch, SUCK!" Lee cried suddenly, writhing and thrusting himself up from the floor.
Josephine obediently bent her head. His cock was so big he could not get all of it into her mouth-she sucked and sucked, felt as if she were swallowing the whole pulsing length, but still there were many inches left outside her mouth.
Her fervor only excited Emile the more, as he felt the renewed flood of hot woman juices in her snatch. Burying his face deeply in her crotch, he lapped and diddled and fondled and pulled and prodded ... and his own prick rose more stiffly and urgently with every suck of his mouth. He had to find somewhere to put his hot, flaming cock! He maneuvered around so that his body was almost on top of Josephine's, his head still in her pussy, his high-riding prick beside her face. Frantically, consumed with impatient lust, he pushed his cock against her tender shoulder.
But that didn't fulfill his maddened cravings-he wanted to be in her mouth, now!
And then he heard Gwen cry out, her voice hoarse and strident.
"Lee!" he heard her cry, "Lee, PLEASE DO IT NOW!"
She was sitting astride Vernon, wedged down firmly on he taut upright of his dick, while his face was a mirror of utter delight. Tremors passed through him at every move she made-after that warm-up on his balls (an incredible experience!) he felt like he was going to burst, explode, any second.
Then Gwen leaned forward so that her nipples caressed his chest, the hard little points leaving a trail of ecstatic shivers on his flesh. She leaned over more, gripping his dong with her cuntmuscles, raising her ass.
"LEE! PLEASE!" she cried in an animal-like grunt of entreaty.
CHAPTER SIX
Lee looked up at the hoarse cries; he saw, gleaming in the dim light, the ripe round globes of Gwen's buttocks. He remembered his earlier promise-it seared across his mind engraved in fiery letters, and he felt a tingle of incredible exotique at the base of his spine. She wanted it in the ass? Well, he was ready and prepared to give it to her! Immediately!
He withdrew with a little reluctance from the warm, moist cave of Josephine's clinging mouth. His huge black dick felt cold and lonely as it came out of her flesh into the air.
He stood up a moment, to cross the floor to Gwen. He noticed then how much the mescaline had affected him-the room was spinning, though not wildly, just comfortably ... in fact, he couldn't conceive of discomfort of any sort at this moment-everything seemed so amusing, so pleasant, so much fun! As the room revolved slowly, as the colors changed from purple to red, he giggled aloud. It was so interesting to have constantly changing surroundings, like this!
He stopped and looked down. Time seemed unimportant, for they had all night before themmany more hours yet! His skin trembled with excitement at the though; then he realized that he was rubbing his own hand in sensuous circles over his firm chest ... the drug certainly heightened one's physical sensations, for he felt that every centimeter of his flesh was tingling, vibrant, alive. He could almost feel the blood coursing through him, almost hear it ... and he was visibly and proudly aware of the surging life in his enormous cock. He could feel the nerve-tingles in his big, strong balls, could sense the virile flood welling and building inside them.
He was ready for Gwen, and anything she offered....
He looked down and saw that his place at Josephine's head had been usurped-Emile had flung his burning prick wildly and urgently into her mouth. She was sucking him off skillfully, just as she had Lee a moment before; only she seemed even more enthusiastic now. Her whole body gleamed with the sweats of her female desires, and her flesh trembled and undulated in waves of pleasure, as Emile prodded with his tongue more and more deeply into the oily hole of her cunt. Lee saw the redhead's legs bent at the knees, exposing her pussy more; then she gripped Emile's dark head with her knees and held him to her cleft. The sight excited the big negro unbelievably; he walked immediately over to where his prize lay waiting.
"Oh, PLEASE!" Gwen cried frantically, as she felt his firm touch on her creamy buttocks. "NOW! I CANT WAIT!"
Suddenly, Lee couldn't wait either; his prick had been tight almost to bursting for so long now that he felt like he would shoot against her leg if he didn't hurry. Quickly, roughly, he pulled the twin globes of her ass apart, sliding his finger into the delicate crack. Gwen moaned, squirming with eagerness at his touch.
"GET THAT BLACK MEAT INTO ME!" she suddenly yelled hoarsely. "I WANT TO BE PRONGED FROM BOTH ENDS! AT ONCE!!!" Her voice rose to a high wail of glee and fuck-crazed urgency. Lee wasted no time.
Holding his huge ram in one hand, he held her cheeks apart with the other. His own cock was most with frenzy, but he also reached around her crack to the edge of her boiling cunt. His fingers met the plunging, sliding staff of Vernon's long, lithe prick-and Lee felt a strange tremor at the sensation. He moistened his fingers with Gwen's female juices, and slid back to her anus ... with a little sharp push, and then another, and another, she was wiggling backwards to help him ... and suddenly he was inside!
Her opening was hot and tight, incredibly arousing as it pulled and gripped at the swollen length of his rod. The constriction he felt heightened all his ardor. His dick was on fire with a prickly heat, and he thought it would explode with the unbelievable, overwhelming tension. He began to work frantically, craving the release-he plunged and plowed, shoved and pushed, straining to get his colossal ram deeper into her small hole, to bury it as far up as it would go, to shove and thrust until he exploded and burst. Gwen's whole body was shaken by his momentum, and she was crying loudly in excitement, but Lee could hear nothing.
Panting and grunting the huge negro foisted his long shaft into her again and again, impaling her on the steel-hard ram, shoving her about and further down onto Vernon's prick, which still moved vigorously in her juicy cunt.
Gwen was in spasms of unheard-of ecstasy, as Lee's rocking penis plunged in and out, and Vernon's rod stimulated her pussy again and again. Waves of pleasure swept through her body, there were tingling, novel sparks of rapture being ignited in unexpected places ... and then the spasms increased in momentum, growing, growing, growing ... until she was screaming aloud and sobbing at the peak of ecstasy. Her whole body tingled, rocked by convulsions of joy, as she felt the flood of Lee's virile hot come in her ass, and the answering spurt of Vernon's fluid coated her cunt.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEGGGGGGGHHHH! AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEGGGGGHHHHHH!" cried Gwen, in a long screaming wail, as she experienced the greatest pleasure a woman could know. Both men clung to her now, in their final shudders of climax, both her openings felt marvelously fulfilled and contented-she was more satisfied and happy than she had ever been.
From the other end of the room, where Emile and Josephine lay hugging and sucking one another in obvious rapture there came a series of long, low moans ... but these were mere quiet whispers in comparison to the exultant screaming that had filled the room a moment before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well," said Gwen a moment later, "I guess I sure got what I wanted!"
"Quite the depraved female, you are!" said Lee jokingly, a gleam in his dark eyes. The big negro lay back on the floor now, in a relaxed position, with his arms cradling his head.
"Hey, let's turn the music up." suggested Vernon.
"Sure."
"Good idea."
Since nobody made a move to get up from the floor. Vernon did so himself. His now-limp cock swung loosely between his legs, as he crossed to put on a different record. Lee got up lazily and walked into the bathroom to wash the shit off his cock. That done, he came back, his own huge limp prick swinging around his knees, or so it seemed.
"Hey. what time is it?" queried Emile.
Someone looked at a clock.
"Almost six," said Susan with surprise. "It'll be dawn soon, then we can go out and get some breakfast."
"Six! Wow, I feel great-not tired at all!" Josephine was sitting beside Lee, her knees drawn up to her chin, exposing the furry black mound of her treasure to the group's casual eyes.
"Yeah, I feel great too," agreed Vernon, as he returned to sit down. "When you stand up, the room moves around and changes colorreally groovy!"
With a confused series of giggles, the whole group stood up to experience the pleasing sensation.
"Wow!"
"Groovy!"
"Hey, this stuff is really great, man! We should take it all the time!"
"God!" said Gwen, "look at the bookcase."
They watched in silent wonderment as the bookcase swivelled slowly round from end to end ... all the volumes in it glowed with a radiance they'd never had before.
"Wow, this is fun!" said Susan in an awed voice.
"That's what it's all about, man," Emile assured her, "Fun!"
"Right on!" said Lee, holding up his hand in a peace signal.
"Hey, man!" said Gwen suddenly, "I'm starved! Let's go down to Hungry Joe's."
"Good idea!"
"Yeah ... let's go!"
"I suppose we'll have to get dressed ... " asked Josephine in mock dismay.
"Yeah, too bad-but they have a rigid dress code at Hungry Joes."
A series of giggles accompanied the donning of clothes. In a few minutes the whole troupe was ready to go. They stumbled out of the apartment and down the stairs, amid con-fusion and laughter.
In a few minutes they were seated around a long table at Hungry Joe's consuming hamburgers and milk grudgingly served by a surly waiter.
"Not bad grunts," said Emile, "though I don't much go for the staff here," he added in a whisper. A fat chef behind the counter was eyeing them all with disapproval.
"He probably thinks it's immoral to eat hamburgers for breakfast," whispered Gwen.
"It is too," Susan said grinning. "My mother told me so!"
They lingered, talking and eating for a while longer, and then the group split up.
"Ugh, the thought of a biology class makes me sick!" grunted Josephine in disgust.
"Umm," sympathized Gwen, "but it's a lot worse to have to go to work!"
"At least you'll be through at five," said Emile. "Not me!" Emile was a medical student, and his work was arduous and long.
"Well," said Vernon gloating, "I don't have any classes until this afternoon!"
He was booed down vigorously, and then the final goodbyes were said.
"Hey, drop by my place tonight, if you feel up to it," said Susan, just before they parted.
"Okay, sure."
"Maybe."
"See ya then, maybe."
With last waves, the group of carefree young people split up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gwen arrived home from the Boutique, where she worked, at 5:30. The apartment, empty now, seemed dim and rather messy. Mechanically, she "drew up the shades and began to empty ashtrays, and carry glasses into the kitchen.
It had been fun, all right, especially with the caps of mescaline! And Lee-even the memory of that huge, muscular black body sent a little shiver of delight and anticipation running through her.
She was almost through with the cleaning-up, when there was a firm knocking on the door.
Gwen opened it a little and peered out. In a moment her eyes adjusted to the greater dimness of the hallway.
"Oh, it's you!" She was rather startled. Had something gone wrong, had there been complaints? She tried frantically to remember everything that had passed last night-but the sequence of events was vague in her mind. Had they been loud? Had they rushed into the street naked? Had they made any strange or obscene phonecalls?
She couldn't remember their having done any of those things-but then her memory was not that trustworthy.
"Have you had another complaint, or something?" she asked out loud, her voice cool and even. "As you can see. I'm here alone ... so I don't see how I could have been too noisy."
The cop shifted from one foot to the other. He wore a plain brown suit today.
"No, no complaints," said Det-Inspecteur Laguele truculently. "But I thought I'd take a look in here. I'm off duty now," he added as an explanation.
This was more confusing than ever to Gwen. "Well, if you're off duty, what are y'doing here?" Still, her voice was cool and calm.
She was wearing a mini-dress again, and her legs and feet were totally bare-no stockings, no girdle, presumably, no shoes. Wouldn't mind porking a Hippie, thought Lageule to himself for the second time in two days ... might be interesting.
Then he turned his mind to the more immediate problem-how to explain his odd presence here. He wasn't sure himself of the purpose of his visit. Somehow his body had simply been pulled here as with a magnet, and he had been forced to come along.
"Uh ... I came here ... this evening ... uh ... because of last evening ... " he began hesitantly.
The blonde chick looked at him steadily, slightly puzzled.
"Look," said Lageule, suddenly seeing his angle. "I know what you kids are up to in these Hippie Crash-Pads ... " He looked around him. "This is a Hippie Crash-Pad. ain't it-you can't deny that! Can you?" His voice ended on a slightly hesitant note.
There was no response from the blonde. And she still stood squarely in the doorway, blocking his entrance.
"Look, kid," said Lageule, "how old are you?"
"Eighteen," firm and a little defiant. "I work, I have a job, in case you're interested."
Her voice was definitely defiant now. But his mind caught on something else, too. Eighteen! God, she was sure a luscious-looking eighteen! Lageule's girl-friend Jeannine was twenty-three, and with her carelessly applied makeup she looked thirty. This cool chick radiated health and vitality by contrast.
He took a deep breath and tried to think about other matters. But it was too late-under the brown serge of his trousers his large and healthy cock had come vibrantly alive. He casually inserted a hand in his pocket, as on the previous night, to explain the bulge. Leaning one shoulder on the door, he started to speak again.
"Anyway," he strove to make his voice deep and fatherly "anyway, like I say, I know what you're up to. And lemme tell you. kid, you'll come to no good end ... all this stuff ... " he gestured vaguely towards the living room. "All those drugs ... all that-screwing around." In spite of himself, his voice wavered as he spoke the last words. If they were going in for this sort of thing, at least he might get a piece of it! It seemed grossly unfair to Lageule, at this moment, that the lush ripe body of this gorgeous eighteen year-old should be wasted on mere unappreciative boys like the ones he'd seen lolling around here last night ... He, Laguele, on the other hand, he had experience, he knew how to fuck a woman....
His prick was pulsing and straining now, a result of the turbulent images crashing through his brain. He wasn't sure if he would be able to speak calmly, but he had to try. The chick was staring at him curiously.
"Anyway," he said again, with a slight gulp, "I just came here to tell you that you better watch out." His voice sounded menacing.
"For what?" queried Gwen coolly. "For Cops? Are they going to bust or something?"
"Yes, that's it, they're going to bust you!" said Lageule in eager agreement, with a silent sigh of relief.
She was staring, bewildered.
"Then why did you come here?" she questioned finally, "surely not just to tell me! You'd get kicked off the force so fast ... " She was looking him up and down, calmly but curiously. Lageule stirred under her scrutiny. ! "Well ... ah ... no ... " But he couldn't think of anything quickly enough. He shifted from foot to foot and then he noticed that her eyes, travelling over his body, examining, had become arrested, and were riveted on his pulsing, bulging crotch.
That made it even harder to think of anything to say ... it was difficult to conjure up a story, a reason why his bock had grown stiff and hard in her presence. Lageule fctood in silence, shifting under her gaze, which was now full of dawning comprehension.
"Look," she said after a pause, "since you're here in an unofficial capacity, why don't you come in ... I could give you some tea or coffeee ... "
Eagerly the young policeman followed her slender, swaying hips as they moved into the living room beyond. His mind was working frantically: 'tea'-wasn't that one of the Words they used for marijuana? Did she really mean that, that she was going to give him some of the stuff? His prick rose higher and stiffer at the thought-it was definitely pulsing now, straining anxiously as it struggled to escape from the confines of his brown serge trousers.
He followed her into the room, and obediently sat down in the chair nearest him, when she waved her hand in a welcoming gesture.
"Now," she said, and her tone was more friendly. "Coffee, tea ... or-I hate to sound trite, but-milk?"
"Tea, please," said Det-lnspecteur Lageule, seeking to keep his voice calm. He'd never had marijuana before-what would it do to him, he wondered? Would it make his dong bigger, as he'd heard? Would it give him more energy so he could screw for hours on end and never get tired, the way all these Hippies did?
The blonde chick vanished into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder for him to make himself at home. It was difficult for Lageule to relax, his mind was so full of anticipation, and his tense, erect prick was so insistent ... but I sat back in his arm-chair with an appearance of ease, and began studiously to look at the Day-Glo posters that were hanging on all the walls.
They sure were a queer bunch of pictures ... his eyes were blurred, his mind reeling, after a few seconds of looking at them ... they made your sense of reality get all messed up.
"by the way, since you're here, I should introduce myself," said the blonde chick politely as she came back into the room. "I'm Gwen Taylor ... " She smiled.
There was a slight pause while Lageule wondered if I should use a pseudonym. With his ingrained policeman's sense of prudence, he decided to do so.
"Pleased to meet you," he murmured in response, "I'm Inspecteur LaJones."
She looked at him curiously for an instant, and then his face cracked open in a wide smile.
"How do you do, LaJones," she said merrily. Lageule noticed the dimple in her soft cheek; his pulsing dick stood up a little more as he noticed.
There was a slight clatter and he realized that she had brought in a tray-a try with a tea-pot and cups. She was trying to balance this, while she dragged the coffee-table across the room towards him.
"Oh here, let me help you," said Lageule with Gall gallantry, manfully concealing the confusion and disappointment in his tone. Had she meant ordinary tea, then?
Then Gwen got the tray down on the table.
"Sugar?" she asked sweetly, and he nodded.
"One, two?"
"Two. And no milk, please." Lageule refrained from telling her that he hated real tea: that would be impolite, and besides there was still a faint hope that she had put something in the tea ... maybe that was how the more sophisticated Hippies took it ... and she certainly seemed sophisticated.
"Have you changed your name since last night?" she asked suddenly, in a pleasant conversational tone, interrupting his speculations. "You were Lageuel then, or at last that's what you told us." She dimpled merrily, and his fervid cock responded.
"Oh," he said, blushing down to his balls. "Well, I am lageule actually, but you see ... " He didn't see himself, so his voice fell away. He shifted nervously in his seat, and raised the cup to his lips, taking a delicate and reluctant sip.
She seemed to notice everything, this chick. "Look," she said, "would you like to take your jacket off, or something? Or is the tea too hot-you seem so uncomfortable! Is there anything I can do?"
His prick twitched visibly, and once again her eyes were riveted there. Had he imagined the undertone of sensual meanings in her words, he wondered?
"When I sit down and relax, I like to really put my feet up, as, it were," she was saying now in a friendly, casual voice. Suiting action to the words, she drew up an embroidered footstool, and put her bare feet on it. She was sitting directly across from him.
Lageule at that moment dropped his tea-spoon.
"Excuse me," he mumbled, bending with embarrassment to retrieve it. He looked toward her.
He looked again. He couldn't tear his eyes away! How long he stayed like that, bent over to the floor, he couldn't tell ... time seemed to stop, while his eyes were glued to that miraculous spectacle in front of him.
She had no panties on! This Hippie chick had no panties on at all! Not even a piece of elastic, not even the teeniest of bikinis-nothing! Her blonde thatch glistened and parted slightly under his gaze. He saw the juicy lips, dark, red and enticing ... he even caught a glimpse of the deep mysterious hole within!
"Look," her cool voice cut the air like a knife, and startled him. "Maybe you'd better take your jacket off, eh?"
CHAPTER NINE
Lageule sat upright again, pulling his eyes with reluctance away from that luscious sight.
"Uh ... uh-" That was all he could say. It was more like some animal gasp than human speech.
Smiling, Gwen got up from her chair, shoving the footstool aside. She came over to him, and then she put out her hand and touched him.
Lageule almost shot his wad right then and there ... He'd never been touched in such a sensuous way by a real Hippie before ... usually that was the last thing they wanted to do. His mind became confused, as sensation mingled with sensation, as he realized simultaneously that she was not unwashed, that she smelled very nice, in fact: that she was slipping the jacket of his suit off his shoulders; that her bare leg was rubbing against his thigh; that his cock was ready to explode; that now she was undoing the buttons of his shirt....
That now she was unzipping his fly, and now sliding his trousers off his legs, while he raised his hips to help her and then her hands went back to peel off his boxer shorts until he was entirely naked....
That now, her hands had come out and were stroking his enormous ram of a dick! Blinding flashes shot across the inside of his eyes, rockets were detonated in his head, it was marvelous, incredible, the way she deftly pulled and pummeled at his meat! She knew exactly what to do, she knew exactly what pleased him! His girl-friend, Jeannine would never even touch his 'thing,' let alone do all the things this Hippie was now doing!
Docilely, skillfully, tenderly, Gwen's hands went up and down the pulsing length of his cock, pausing a moment to swirl a finger in delicate circles around the sensitive tip then sliding on down to the stem, pulling Lageule's tingling, nerve-twitching skin with them. Then one hand fell below to fondle the sacs that hung between his legs; and Lageule wiggled and squirmed in utmost ecstasy. The blonde chick first took one ball and then the other in her deft fingers, cradling, caressing, jiggling, squeezing, until waves of fervor rolled all through the policeman's body. It was incroyahle!
But that was not all. Slowly, before his very eyes, the naked Hippie, her skin gleaming creamy white, went to her knees in front of him. Hot shivers ran down Lageule's spine-what would she do next? Would she suck on him!
She certainly would, it seemed. Her blonde hair swung down and tickled the insides of his thighs, as she bent her head forward to take the whole straining length of his burning penis in her mouth.
'"Aaahh!" Lageule squirmed in his seat and thrust himself from the hips further into the moist cave of her mouth while her lips curled around his flaming cock and gripped it tightly. Then she began to stroke, sucking him deep into her mouth, then slowly withdrawing a little, pulling his tingling skin with her ... up and down she moved, up to the glowing head of his dick, and then down, hard, to the very depths of his desire.
Lageule was screaming obscenities in French now, he was so amazed and overwrought. That such a thing could happen to him! In blind ecstasies of urgent desire, his hands shot out and fondled her lush tits, his fingers coyly playing with the stiff, erect nipples ... and the feel of her creamy flesh sent flashes of mind-boggling pleasure crashing all through him.
He couldn't last much longer, Gwen was thinking to herself, she'd have to let him come once and then get him up again. Accordingly, she went to work on his prick with renewed vigor, her tongue probing, prodding, diddling, lapping, while her lips held his cock tightly.
One hand was still playfully jiggling his balls, and suddenly the sensations from that urgent center of pleasure became unbearable for Lageule; he couldn't hold out much longer, he was coming, coming, COMING ... ! In shudders and twitches of milky ecstasy.
His cock tightened, jerked, spurted, spurted again, in spuming geyser sprays ... and Gwen accepted his load willingly, swallowing down every succulent drop of hot come.
Lageule came out of his orgy of frenetic joy, and stared at her. Where was his stuff? Only one stray drop trickled down her chin-surely there d been more? Where was it ... had she really ... ?
She smiled mischievously at him, smacking her lips with exaggerated enjoyment ... she had! She had swallowed it! Every burning drop! Lageule stared at her in awe and appreciation.
He felt at ease now, and he leaned back in comfort and contentment. Hippies weren't so bad after all-they certainly knew how to please you!
"Well," said Gwen, after a moment, "I guess it'll be my turn next, eh?"
He looked at her and she was still smiling, her dimple wrinkling mischievously. Her words hit him, and fiery visions penetrated his brain ... had she meant-had she meant she wanted him to eat her?
The thought entranced him, and made him a little nervous. He'd hate to show up worse than a Hippie in this line of duty ... and that was something he'd never done before ... he lay back and closed his eyes, ostensibly relaxing, but secretly planning his moved.
"But no hurry-don't look so alarmed!" said Gwen with a friendly giggle. Was his face so transparent, then?
"Tell me, Mr., Lageule-" she was speaking again, "First, tell me your name," she interrupted herself.
"Henri."
"Oh, well, Henri, how did you come to be a cop? Do you like it? Is it all that interesting?"
"Yeah."
"How, I mean, what's interesting about it? Do you feel like you help people and stuff?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's it."
"What kinds of things do you do? I mean, do you get a lot of murders and things like that?"
"Some." He deliberated a moment. He'd only seen two murders in his three years on the force-that was Homicide's department. "Not many," he amended.
"Is it mostly just complaints about noise and things like that?" She seemed very interested in his job, seemed to think it could be really exciting. She obviously watched too much television.
"Yeah. That's what it is, mostly. And we cruise around a lot."
"Oh." She was dimpling again.
"It's just a job," Henry explained.
"So I see," she said coyly.
There was a pause. Gwen got up and crossed to the stereo. Her body glistened sweet and creamy in the glow of of the lamp.
"Do'ya mind a record?" she asked politely over her shapely shoulder.
"No, not at all. I like rock music." He was glad he'd had the opportunity to point that out.
"Well, good, that's great. What'ya wanna hear?"
"Oh, I dunno ... Beatles Abbey Road? If you have it.
She put on the record and they sat for a while in companionable silence. The music, which gave them something to listen to besides each other's breathing, made him feel more at ease and relaxed. Suddenly, he felt truly at home.
"Tell me," said Henri, and his tone was interested, "how did you come to be a Hippie?"
She looked at him and smiled, her sweet dimple showing. She waved her arms in a graceful, vague gesture.
"Oh, I dunno ... " she said. "I mean, I'm not really a Hippie, you know. I just live here, and like certain things-music and stuff-and have friends with long hair. But I'm not really a Hippie."
"Oh." That was strange-he could have sworn she was.
"It's just that I've tried living 'straight,' as you call it-" she was continuing, "and it bored me."
"Oh?" He was interested now. He himself was often bored.
"Yeah. I mean, you go to work, you come home, you watch television, you go to bed, you go to work, you go out on a Saturday night and fuck with no imagination ... it's really boring."
"Yeah, I guess it can be, sometimes." He was thinking of Jeannine, and her fast and routine screws.
"Also, I sort of got into habits at college-so that when I got out, it was really hard to settle down at that sort of thing."
"Habits? What sort of habits?" This was definitely getting interesting now. Suddenly Lageule wanted to know this girl's whole history-he sensed that she must have done incredibly exciting things in her eighteen years of life.
"Do you really want to hear?" she asked. "I mean, it's a long story, you know."
"The longer the better," he said with alacrity, "I really do want to hear ... everything!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, I was born in the Midwest," said Gwen, tossing back her long blonde hair. 'On a farm, in fact. We weren't poor, but we weren't overly prosperous either. We lived way out in the country, and my friends were all miles away, so I found it hard to see them outside of school. I started out in a real little one-room school-house, by the way, believe it or not. That was until Grade Four-then I got transferred to a bigger school further away. I used to have to get the bus at 6:30 in the morning, I remember. In the morning, I remember. In the winter, it would still be dark, and absolutely freezing!"
"Anyway, since I lived so far out in the wilds, I guess I got to be pretty solitary. We had cows and horses and chickens, and I suppose animals were my best friends for a long time. In fact-" she broke off with a mischievous giggle.
"What?" queried Henri curiously.
"Oh, nothing ... it's not very ... nice ... "
"That's okay, tell me anyway," Lageule was suddenly very anxious to hear the tale.
"I couldn't. I'm too shy-kinda embarrassing ... I mean, you may think I'm abnormal or something-and, after all, you're a cop."
"Look," said Lageule, "please forget I'm a cop. I've forgotten it myself," he added convincingly.
"Well, look, I have a suggestion. Do you want a smoke?"
"Sure ... " said Henri, a little puzzled, as he reached for the cigarettes in his jacket pocket.
"No," said Gwen dimpling. "That's not the kind of smoking I meant."
"Oh, yeah. Sure." He was in it now, and he might as well enjoy it fully.
Gwen crossed to the bookcase. "You won't inform, I trust," she said with a little laugh as she got down the hollowed-out book. Henri Lageule shook his head, but also smiled. Parsons had almost found it last night-if only he'd looked harder ... that dumb Parsons!
In a moment she had extracted a joint from the hiding-place. She sat beside him, her naked skin sending shivers all through him at the contact. She lit the homemade cigarette and took a deep drag.
"Hold the smoke in as long as you can," she instructed, holding her breath, as she passed it to him.
It smelled pungent, but it didn't taste too strong-he took a deep drag and held it in as he'd been told. Then he passed the cigarette back. He really felt at ease now, there was something very warm and friendly about sharing it this way.
Then each had several more drags and then the joint was finished. Henri Lageule became aware of the music suddenly; his ears could hear the two speakers of the stereo very distinctly, and it was exciting. He got up to turn the record over.
It was rather strange walking-he felt almost dizzy, and it seemed a long way to the other side of the room. And yet it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling: it was rather amusing in fact. He heard himself giggle as he looked down at the complicated stereo, wondering if he could managed to get the record properly turned.
There was an answering giggle from Gwen.
Lageule giggled to hear her giggle for no reason.
He came back and sat down, beside her so that their naked flesh touched. The feel of her skin was incredibly stimulating and beautiful; but he also had a relaxed feeling that he had all night, he could stay here all night if he chose, and so there was no urgent hurry. He could enjoy the sexual contact to the full, savor every lingering minute.
"Go on," he said.
"Go on with what?"
They looked at one another and giggled a little.
"Your story-the farm," Lageule explained.
"Oh. Yes. The farm ... "
"Well, I was about twelve, I guess, and I was a real tomboy. I was also horse-crazy-lots of girls are at that age. I used to wear boy's blue-jeans all the time, and I'd swagger around pretending I was a cowboy. Since we owned horses I could ride all the time-I used to come home from school every day and go for a long ride in the woods. I'd pretend to ambush people, and other times to rescue people-you know, all those games kids play.
"We had a stallion named Bucko, and he was my favorite. I had my own little pony, Pie-Face, but I sort of felt I'd outgrown him by then ... and I used to ride Bucko whenever I was allowed. Bucko was pretty fierce-there were lots of people that wouldn't go near him, including my mother-but for some reason I had a knack with him, and could do anything I wanted. I could even sit in his stall and play under his feet. "Well, you can probably guess what happened-now I was sitting in his stall one day, I was doing my homework, and I liked to have his company ... and then I happened to look up. His belly was on top of me ... "
Gwen paused to light a cigarette, and her blue eyes winked at Henri Lageule mischievously. The policeman felt his cock stiffen at the mere thought of what she would say next. The hot fluids were mounting in his tingling balls, and he shifted in his seat., "Go on," he urged.
Gwen grinned. "Well," she said, dimpling, "you can guess what I saw."
"It was huge and red, sticking out about a foot from between his hind legs. At first I was merely bewildered ... I hadn't seen anything like that before, or if I had, I hadn't paid any attention. But, somehow, this time it was different ... I was fascinated. I stared at that big red thing, and it took me a minute to realize that it was his penis-that Bucko had a penis just like Daddy and my brothers.
"But, of course, it wasn't 'jut like'-it was quite different, in fact! It was so huge! I stared at it, and it was throbbing and twitching all over, and for some reason the sight really fascinated me. All of a sudden I felt a funny itchiness in my cunt, and my pussy was all wet ... and then, of course, I knew what was happening. I had played with myself enough to recognize the symptoms.
"And suddenly, along with my own hunger, along with that itchy longing in my box, I had an irresistible urge to touch his prick. I knew I shouldn't and I was a little afraid of what he might do, but the urge to put out my hand was just too strong. So I did: I reached up and tentatively touched that big red swollen thing.
"It felt soft and wet-and yet, of course, very hard underneath the skin. I was impressed with how strong, how firm, it must be. I sort of pushed against it with my fingers. It bounced back. Bucko meanwhile was standing very still, but his ears were forward: he was contented.
"Then I sort of stood up and began stroking his rod up and down; and he began to emit a low sort of whinny. I was utterly fascinated by the way the horse's prick was so huge and firm between my fingers-and it seemed to get bigger and bigger whenever I touched it! Meanwhile, the sight of that colossal ram was making my own cunt very hot and juicy; I could feel my fluids beginning to trickle down my leg. My pussy felt like a big, gaping, empty hole-and I desperately wanted something inside it!
"I knew my father was off in the lower pasture and both my brothers had football practice after school; since there was no danger of my mother ever coming to Bucko's stall, since she was scared of him, I had complete privacy.
"And so I stripped naked.
"I stood there in the stall, trembling with excitement, as the stallion nuzzled and lapped me all over. That just made me hotter. I reached down and stuck my fingers into my cunt, twisting them around while I ground myself down on them, as I'd done so often before ... bust somehow, this time, my fingers weren't satisfactory-I wanted that huge horse's cock inside of me. I wanted it desperately enough to endure any amount of pain or discomfort."
She broke off, butting out her cigarette in the ashtray. Her long hair fell against Henri Lageule's naked thigh as she leaned forward. He was almost panting with eagerness now, his balls were on fire, his penis huge and straining, sticking up in the air from between his legs as he sat in his chair.
"Go on," he said urgently, for he had to hear the rest.
"Well, I climbed up on his back-I'd often done that, so it didn't surprise him. It felt good to spread my legs across his withers: I could slide back and forth on his back, and the friction eased my cunt-hunger somewhat ... but it still wasn't enough! So, finally, I slid off him and got a harness from the tack-room-not a saddle, but a wagon-harness, sort of just a girth. I put it around him: it was like a strap that went all around his belly. I left it a bit loose.
"His eyes rolled a little, and his ear started to go back, so I quickly reached out and stroked his mammoth dick again. That quieted him down immediately, and I was able to quickly slip my body through the strap. I held on, and slid myself down, until I was hanging onto his belly, with the strap holding me to him.
"And then I really got excited. I saw that great pulsing penis up close, and it looked so huge I could hardly wait to get it inside me-my own hunger, that craving in my juicy, boiling cunt, seemed to grow in proportion to the size of the organ confronting it.
"I spread my knees, and took hold of the horse's dong with one hand; then, very slowly and carefully, I slipped it into my waiting hole.
"It took a few pushes to get it all the way in-that cock of his must have been a foot long! But, oh, once it was in!"
Gwen was squirming on the edge of the chair now, as the memory fired her nerve-impulses. She could feel the hot fluids rushing to her pussy, she was conscious of the quivering, erect knob of her twat.
"Go on, finish!" said Henri, his voice hoarse with urgency and desire. He, too, was shifting in his seat, rubbing his cock surreptitiously against the side of his chair. He was going to burst, to explode-but he had to hear the end of the story!
"Anyway, I finally got the whole throbbing length of it inside me-somehow or other my youthful cunt must have stretched to accommodate it ... Bucko gave another contented whinny, and began to plunge and thrust, flinging me about wildly on that tremendous spear. It was incredible! I could feel the waves of ecstasy building up in my box, and I couldn't get enough of that wonderful, gigantic rod! He began to push harder and harder, every shove going deeper into me, while my knees gripped him, and my cuntmuscles sucked in all he had to give.
"And then in a moment he was twitching and shuddering all over; I felt his cock stiffen for the last time, suspended a moment in my hot pussy-and then he burst, he spilt, he exploded. It was unbelievable, the waterfall of sperm he shot into me-there must have been gallons of it. But I love it, all that hot come seemed to detonate my own climax, and in another instant I was clutching him, and screaming and sobbing in my own frenetic orgasm.
"It was the most splendid, sensational fuck of my whole life-time!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gwen's words, together with the expression of intense delight in her deep blue eyes, sent shudders of mounting anticipation glowing all through Henri's aroused body. His balls were on tingling fire, his prick, huge and robust, cleaved the air above his legs; he simply had to get it inside her-now-or he would explode!
Gwen moved slightly in her seat, and this was all the fervent French-Canadian required by way of encouragement.
'Aaaaahhhh!" was all he could say, as he lunged. His strong arms, trained and kept fit by rigorous exercises, reached out and grasped the slender young blonde around the waist ... and in another moment, Laguele had flung her to the floor and thrown himself manfully on top of her nubile form, his mouth, hands and cock rubbing her everywhere.
"Ummmm," murmured Gwen appreciatively, on fire with her own desires, as his fingers deftly cupped her ripe tits, and playfully hobbled the stiff, hard nipples back and forth.
Her hands too, reached out, and lovingly and skillfully bounced and fondled his titillated balls-and Henri Lageule writhed and moaned in mounting urgency at her touch. Her wonderful fingers, juggling his nuts, sent shudders and shivers of indescribable pleasure tingling up to the stiff hard ramrod of his cock.
"Auuugghhh!" he cried again, in growing frenzy, as his hands grasped her breasts more tightly, and his mouth went down hard on her flat and luscious belly. He swirled his tongue into the delicate folds of her navel, secretly admiring its shape, so much more symmetrical than that of his girlfriend, Jeanine-and then his lips pressed harder and harder into her lush flesh, as his head moved down to between her legs.
Gwen had taken one hand away from his balls to clutch at his head now, as she wiggled on her buttocks with hot, juicy female excitement.
"Yes, Yes!" she was gasping, as her legs parted sweetly and invitingly.
Her cunt was marvelous, incredibly beautiful, thought lageule to himself, as his eyes drank in it's splendors. Then his lips followed the trail blazed by eyes and hands, and in another moment he was probing with his hot tongue deeply and fondly into the welling heat of her pussy.
Gwen squirmed and wiggled in renewed frenzy, as his lips fastened on the sweetly-enlarged lips of her box, and his tongue crept through the ridge of warm, pungent woman-flesh to find the tingling knob of her twat. His tongue circled enticingly around the stiff upright of her twat, sending mounting waves of ecstasy reverberating all through Gwen's ripe, aroused body.
She was sobbing and gasping in frantic shudders now, as his tongue fiddled with her clit, and then slowly and grace-fully moved down to the deep throbbing hole of her cunt.
"Ah! Yes, Please! Suck!" cried the blonde, swept away by her rolling waves of passion, "SUCK!"
Henri Lageule sucked. He sucked thoroughly, greedily, avariciously, at her hot fluids, his mouth lapping at her as if he couldn't get enough of her feminine essences. She squirmed, and clutched at his head with her knees, while her soft hands roamed frantically all over his form, hard body.
Suddenly, Gwen lurched in a series of mind-boggling, nerve-twitching spasms; her fluids seeping out copiously, her cried mounting in fury, and she was climaxing in a spasmodic fit of rapture.
"Aaaauuuuhhh! Aaaauuuuhhh!" the incoherent feminine cries of passion resounded throughout the room.
Lageule, watching her, feeling her, tasting her, found his own desire aroused to incredible, unbelievable heights-furiously, passionately, his tongue worked in her snatch, giving and taking the utmost of pleasure. And then, his ardor fired beyond belief, Lageule suddenly found himself shuddering in the heaving spasms of his own climax; he felt his body stiffening, his dick tightening unbearably, his balls tingling; he heard himself screaming and groaning-and then he launched a multitude of milky aminunculi into Gwen's hot cunt.
"AAAAAUUUUUHHH! SAPRISTI! MON DIEU!" cried the vigorous French-Canadian at his moment of ecs-tasy, as he spurted his hot come into her box. "Ahhhhh! Celeste d'amour!" The finale was a long-drawn sigh of contented satisfaction.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well," said Gwen, dimpling coyly, "you're not bad, you know! For a cop!"
Her blue eyes shone gaily, as she lit two cigarettes and passed him one.
Henri Lageuele found his fascination and attraction for this blonde Hippie increasing every minutes. She was so passionate, so skillful!
"Tell me more," he said, taking a deep and contended drag on the cigarette, "how did you come to leave the farm?"
"Oh," she replied. "Well, that's a long story."
"I mean, when did you come to Canada? Did you go to college, or what? How did you get to be a Hippie?"
"Oh, my parents moved to Canada three years ago," she answered. "They live in Montreal now. My father got a job in engineering, and they got rich pretty quickly. I always liked Canada, so I came here with them. I lived at home for a while-" her voice fell a little, "until I couldn't take it any longer. My brother and I both moved out last year."
"Do you just have one brother."
"Yeah. He lives near here. I see him a lot, still, we're very close. In fact," her eyes gleamed wickedly, and her dimples deepened, "I'd hate to tell you how close!"
What did she mean? Did she really mean what it sounded like? Lageule felt his prick revitalizing at the very tone of her voice.
"Tell me!" his whisper was almost urgent.
"Oh, you wouldn't really want to hear," she said with a teasing grin, "I'm sure it's bore you ... "
"Were you-are you-??"
"Lovers? In a manner of speaking, yup. Do you really want to hear?"
Lageule took a deep drag of his cigarette, and nodded his head vigorously.
"Well," began Gwen, it all started a long time ago, of course, before I knew any other boys. As I told you, since we lived so far out on the farm, I didn't have many friends. When I was about fifteen-or fourteen, I guess-I naturally started to get very interested in boys.
"The only trouble was, I didn't know any of them. Oh, I would say Hi to them at school, and they'd throw snowballs at me, and all that sort of stuff, you know-but I was never able to get to any of the school dances, or anything like that-. For one thing, my father was very strict, and anyway, we only had one car, and it was just too embarrassing to be picked up by your father at ten o'clock at night. The dance would only be beginning! So I stayed home, rather than having to face the humiliation; I just pretended the dances bored me. Which wasn't at all true, of course.
"So anyway, I didn't know any boys. My brother was sixteen, I guess, and he didn't know any girls either, for the same reasons. He was luckier, though, because there was one family that lived on another farm only a mile-and-a-half away (a short distance, comparatively)-and they had a son, Willy, who was a year older than my brother. Unfortunately, the Gilberts had no daughters, so I had to play with my brother Bob, and Willy Gilbert. When they'd let me, that is.
"They had built this tree-house thing in a field a long way from our house, and they had put up a tent on top of the platform, so it was really private. At first I wasn't allowed near it, and they would sit together and read comics and stuff, and probably play with each other. If I so much as came near the tree, they pelted me with old candy-wrappers and other junk.
"Then one day, when it was really quiet up there, and I wasn't even sure they were there, I managed to climb all the way up the steps without their noticing. I crouched on the edge of the platform and peered cautiously through the tent-flap.
"What a sight! I almost fell off the platform! It was the most arousing spectacle I had ever set my eyes on!
"They were both utterly naked, and they were sprawled on their backs. Their bodies were all sweaty, and I could smell the odor of beer. And something else too ... which I was able to guess at. I had never really seen a man's cock before, not, at least, in the state that Bob's and Willy's were in! They were huge, colossal, mammoth! They both stuck up in the air, and the skin was all tight and straining, and their pricks bobbled with a life and strength of their own as the boy's hands played with them. My brother was pulling and tugging on his meat, his face set ferociously; and Willy's two hands were moving frantically up and down the oily length of his huge dick.
"I must have gasped at the sight, though I was too aroused to pay attention to the noises I made: all I could think of was the itchy heat in my cunt-and I had to shoot my fingers down under my skirt to plug them into the gaping hole of my snatch.
"My fingers found the tingling bubble of my twat. and probed themselves far into my hot vagina; and I was wiggling and squirming on the prong of my own hand by the time I realized that the two boys were looking at me.
" 'Weeelllll,' said Willy in a teasing drawl, 'Look at the Kid Sister!' " 'Boy, I should be ashamed of her,' said my brother Bob, but his tone belied his words. He sounded proud, amused, and above all-incredibly excited. I had never heard my blase brother speak with such a quiver in his voice before!
" 'Come in, Gwenny,' said Willy, pulling back the tent flap. 'We should at least all play together!' "I hesitated; I was overwhelmingly excited, it was true, but they were in such a state I wasn't sure what they would do to me....
"But I wasn't given much chance to ponder: in a moment four hands had reached out and pulled me inside the pungent, private enclosure of the tent.
" 'Well, Sissie,' said Bob grinning, 'Let's see what you've got!' "Together they pulled off all my clothes. I felt a renewed tingle of exotic excitement as my naked body was exposed, for the first time, for the eyes of two males. I could see their huge cocks responding visibly to the sight of my soft flesh. It gave me an incredible feeling of power to see their mammoth pricks twitching in renewed delight as my body was exposed-I was doing this to them!
"I was glad, too, that I had my bra on-it was the only one I had, and I didn't always wear it. But my breasts were quite well developed for my age, and they appreciated my ample tits.
" 'Umm, not bad,' said Willy, trying to sound casual and sophisticated. But I could tell from his quavering voice that he had never seen a girl's boobs up close before-and certainly, had never touched them. His hands were fondling my tits greedily, in amazement and fascination at the way my pert nipples hardened and grew more pointed under his caresses.
"His touch thrilled me too--with every move of his fingers across my ripe, red nipples I felt the waves of pleasure driving with greater force down, down to my juicy snatch.
"My brother Bob was looking on in fascination as Willy caressed me. Willy's hands moved from my breasts down over my flat belly, my lush wide thighs, to the hot crevice between my legs.
" 'Yes!' It was a hoarse whisper, and both Bob and I had uttered it at the same time.
"Willy needed no more urging-frantically, hungrily, his hand was now groping in my snatch, exploring the delightful, and heretofore foreign territory of my teeming cunt. I was squirming and wiggling on the floor as my passion and hunger mounted, and the sight of my obvious pleasure only increased their ardor.
"Bobby was fingering himself openly now-and I watched with fascination and terrific arousal as my own brother massaged and tugged and pulled on the gigantic hard ram of his dick. Suddenly I too wanted to touch that ripe, red, throbbing flesh!
" 'Please ... I murmured almost incoherently. I was so carried away by my own urgent cravings, as I lay panting with hunger on the floor of the tree-house ... 'Please'....
"I reached out my hand and my brother moved so that he stood, or rather knelt, very close over me. I stared at his wonderful penis, taking in all the exciting details: the oiled slit at the very tip, the round, straining head, the neat rim, the long, throbbing shaft, steel-hard and covered with quivering, tightening skin-it was all overwhelmingly exciting. My hands explored it greedily, touching him everywhere, finally slipping down to fondle the twin sacs of his bouncing, tingling balls. It was delightful-and I appreciated the caressing as much as he!
"Meanwhile, Willy was still probing vigorously in my juicy, hungry pussy-and the sensations in my cunt were becoming unbearable. When he bent his head and put his mouth to my snatch, I thought I was going to explode with overwhelming rapture. I wiggled and squirmed, trying to get his whole head between my legs, if possible!
"As my excitement grew, so did my brother Bob'ssuddenly I realized that he had leaned over, and his gorgeous straining dick was only an inch or so from my mouth! The sight inflamed me, and I immediately lifted my head a little; it seemed the most natural thing in the world that I should take my brother's huge cock into my own mouth....
"He moved forward then, and shoved and thrust with all his might, pushing his burning dick deep into my warm orifice. I grabbed onto his penis with my lips and nibbled playfully with my teeth, until he squirmed with joy. Then I began to fondle and diddle with my tongue, running it all the way up the steel-hard shaft, along the bristling lower ridge, and then making playful and teasing swirls around the bulging head of his cock.
"Suddenly, I felt him stiffen-his dick seemed about to burst, it was so tight, and he flung it further and further into my mouth, carried by a powerful momentum over which he had no control; I doubled the energy of my lickings and lappins, carried by his urgency and also by the increased tempo of Willy's warm and tender mouth, buried in my snatch.
"And so it happened that we all came together, in a glorious first fuck-orgy-Bob exploded, lurching and shooting his hot come into my eager mouth, while I swallowed every burning drop of the milky liquid, and at the same time I was heaving and shuddering in my own overwhelming spasms. My legs gripped Willy's head tightly, as my passion overflowed, and his mouth received my warm outpourings of female fluids.
"It was marvelous! We lay together afterwards, friends for the first time, all our childish bickerings forgotten, in the wonder and pleasure of this new game we had discovered ... a game you can imagine that we could not easily give up after that. It became our favorite occupation, and we spent many long afternoons in that tree-house, exploring, experimenting, generally enjoying ourselves. Willy would screw me while Bob looked on, fingering himself, or I would blow them both by turns; or Bob would come into my mouth, while Willy shot into my cunt....
"The variations were endless, and so was our rapture. There was one thing, however, that we did not do for many years after that. Bob and I never screwed one another, technically speaking, that is ... somehow, I guess, the old taboos were too deeply ingrained at that time. It wasn't until much later that we were able to fully enjoy one another."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gwen paused to light a cigarette, and Lageule shifted excitedly in his seat. He'd never heard anything like this, in spite of his years as a cop! Her narrations inflamed him, he wanted to hear more, more about this fabulously exciting girl!
"Go on," he said.
"Go on with what?" She was smiling, her dimples crinkling deeply.
"Anything," Laguele felt like a glutton ... but it was true-anything she said was interesting! "With your brother, or how you came to live here ... " He waved his arm around the pad.
"Hmmm." Her forehead wrinkled in thought. "Well, with my brother, I guess it was almost accidental, really. We played in that tree-house for a couple of hears, and then Willy moved away, and Bob and I sort of tired of the games or got embarrassed, or something ... anyway ... we stopped going to the tent. We got very shy with each other, in fact, we got shyer and shyer as we got older. Then Bob saved up and bought himself an old car, and so he began to date the girls from town. And at the same time, my friends were getting old enough to have their own cars, so they could come and pick me up at the farm. I started to date a lot of boys, and go to dances and stuff. Necking and petting seemed so childish to me, after my experiences with Bob and Willy, I was always eager to do more-to 'go all the way' as we used to say-and so, naturally I was a popular date."
Gwen smiled coyly. "They say you always regret it if you're too easy-but that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. All the girls envied me, and the ones who were hard to get, and wouldn't let men touch them, only ended up bored and frustrated ... and there was nothing I enjoyed more that teaching a boy, in the back seat of his car, how to really appreciate me!"
Her eyes wrinkled in coy laughter, and Lageule breathed deeply as he pictured the scene to himself. Vividly he could see the parked car, the bottles of beer, the hungry adolescent youth-and this gorgeous, sensual, knowing woman who sat beside him ... !
"Anyway," she went on, "my brother and I sort of drifted apart-we were each busy with our own affairs ... and I mean busy! Even I knew of Bob's reputation for getting his meat around the school-girls used to drool when he walked by in the corridors. Of course I was proud of my brother's skill and experience. But in an odd way, I was sort of-jealous-too. I used to remember the things we'd done in the tree-house, and I wondered what his cock looked like now. I mean had it grown, or anything? And what sort of things did he do to girls? I really was curious....
"And then, one year, when I was sixteen, Bob got a crush on my girl-friend, Gloria. He had seen her around school, always surrounded by a crowd of boysshe was very popular, like me, and I later discovered for substantially the same reasons. Anyway, she started to come home with me after school, and we'd sit in my room for hours talking ... and then she'd stay for supper and spend the night. Maybe it was just having her around so much that got my brother hot for her. At any rate, he was very anxious to fuck her.
"So, when he asked me to help him out, I arranged for a double date-not that it was much trouble, for Gloria was anything but unwilling ... she had heard enough about my brother to feel sure he'd give her an interesting evening. And I too was looking forward to some interesting developments....
"I was with Myron, a rather shy boy in my class whom I dated quite a lot-because once he got his pants down around his knees he was anything but shy! His eagerness, combined with his knowledge and technique (I don't know where he learned it all!) made him a lot of fun to be with.
"Anyway, the four of us were going to go to the movies in Bobby's car. We set out for the show, picked up Myron, and headed for town.
"We never made it to the movies. Myron had brought along a flask of gin. I had never tasted gin before in my life, and at first it seemed oily and bitter-but after the first few slugs I began to really enjoy it!"
Gwen smiled coyly, licking her lips sensuously, and Lageule shifted eagerly in his seat, watching her naked skin under the lamplight, waiting urgently to hear the rest of this enthralling story.
"And then?" said the cop.
"Well," continued the slender blonde, "naturally we all got very gay and uninhibited, from the liquor you know. We ended up driving to this roadhouse which was outside of town. It was a pretty rowdy place, but it suited the mood we we in by then just perfectly.
"We sat around and drank some more (they never even asked us for our I.D.'s)-and I remember how we all laughed when Myron got up and danced with some fat woman in a low black dress. He wheeled her around the floor like a battleship during maneuvers, and we almost fell out of our chairs laughing.
"Anyway, we sat around and talked to the people at the bar for a while, and we danced, and drank-and then we went out to the car, quite drunk, and very excited.
"We drove out to the lake-I'm surprised we made it in Bob's condition! We got there, however, and then we all piled out of the car, laughing, and throwing all our clothes off. It was like some Midsummer Night's Dream, some glorious Walpurgisnaicht. It was real freedom!
"Walpurgisnacht?" Lageule tried the word on his tongue for a while. Sure didn't sound English-except for the 'purge' part....
"A Wapurgisnacht is where everybody sheds all restraint, gets rid of all their inhibitions for a sing, joyous night-it's supposed to be when the spirits walk," Gwen was saying.
Lageule thought to himself that Hippies were not dumb, you certainly had to admit that-although the stuff they knew was all pretty kooky and irrelevant ... except, of course, that Gwen certainly knew a lot of things about sex....
"And so we went for a skinny dip. the four of us," she was continuing. "It was just beautiful, there happened to be a full moon, and it was wonderful to watch everybody's naked body gleaming in the moonlight.
"And then, by accident really. I began to caress my brother's legs and balls underwater."
"By accident?" queried Lageule.
"Yeah, I thought it was Myron. So I really let myself go. of course-got him really worked up. very hot to trot. By the time I came up for air (I had been holding my breath under water) his prick was huge and pulsing. And then I looked, and I realized that it was my brother." Lageule felt a tingle of exotique run up and down his spine-this was incest! Or at least it sounded like it was going to be, soon!
"Myron and Gloria were swimming together several yards away, and it was Bob's cock and balls I'd been playing with all the time. I think he was as surprised at the mistake as I was ... he looked at me very strangely.
"And then a funny thing happened--we were both just sud-denly overcome, literally overcome, with passion. I could no more have resisted than I could fly ... and the same thing happened to him. I think it was because we were un-aware of the fact that it was wrong, that we were brother and sister, and that simply made the excitement incredible and irresistible!
"He stepped toward me in the water, reaching ardently for my body. I felt his moist hands running all over my flesh, caressing and fondling urgently. At the same time my hand roved over his firm chest, and down to that won-derful prong between his legs.
"It had grown since those childish games in the tree house! I had never seen a man's prick that was so huge, powerful-looking-and I had seen plenty of men's cocks, in that time....
"As I touched it, as I ran my fingers up and down the throbbing, oily length of that steel-hard shaft, I felt my pussy tightening with an unbearable excitement ... my own bro-ther! I wanted his prick inside me so badly, I would have forced him if necessary!
"But, of course, that wasn't necessary ... Bob was as burning and eager as I was. Together, we lunged out of the water and onto the sand at the edge of the shore. He flung me down onto my back in one swift motion, and in another instant he was astride me, his powerful, muscled legs pressing my soft thighs apart.
"He took hold of his dick with one hand, and shoved roughly, almost violently, far into the deep, juicy reaches of my eqger cunt. My cuntlips gripped, my muscles clutched at his penis, and I was overcome with waves of ecstatic joy-his prick felt so huge, so good!
" 'AAuuuggghhh!' I could hear myself screaming, as if from very far away ... and I was conscious of my body shud-dering and convulsing in its orgy of pleasure, as the blinding flashes seared my eyeballs, and the fluids rushed to my box and poured out on his cock.
"As he felt me respond he grew even more frantic, more urgent. His movements were violent, brutal-he flung his ram into me again and again, throwing himself on top of me roughly, thrusting and grinding from his hips, burying his huge prick nine inches into my burning, gaping cunt. We were both shuddering together now, both of us sobbing and screaming in utmost rapture ... with every powerful thrust of his huge prong my excitement renewed and mounted, until I had several climaxes in a row, each one better than the last.
"Then suddenly, his body twitched, his cock embedded itself deep inside me for the last time, he gave a series of strangled gasps, and then he was coming, coming, COMING-shooting a tremendous waterfall of boiling, manly come into my box.
"'OOOHH!' I cried, as my hole accepted my brother's offering, OOOOHHHHH!' "It was marvelous, it was the best screw I have ever had."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gwen's voice had risen to a high-pitched crescendo, she reached the climax of her narrative ... finally she was virtually shouting out her words.
The excitement was contagious-Lageule found himself again (How many times would this make?) ready to prong this ripe, nubile, sensual Hippie. His cock was growing stiffer by the instant, his balls were tingling in a renewed supply of excitement. He felt as though he could go on porking the beautiful chick for days on end ... it was incredible. He felt like a youth of seventeen again!
Gwen had stood up to change the record on the stereo Lageule watched with mounting excitement as the sweet soft gloves of her buttocks crossed the room. As he watched an idea formed, and took hold in his mind-the most exotic fantasy or imagining that he had ever conceived ... and he had never, until this moment, envisioned the possibility of making it fact!
However, the cop sensed that this girl would be willing to try anything-anything that was new and pleasurable would appeal to her, and she would perform eagerly, competently-and with utmost enjoyment.
Perhaps, even, it would not be new to her at all-perhaps she had already done it, with some of her Hippie friends! The thought, far from making him jealous, gave him an added thrill.
"Hey, look," said Lageule as Gwen returned to her seat, "how would you like to ... "
She was looking at him expectantly, smiling in a friendly manner-she seemed to know exactly what he was struggling to say.
"Well, what I mean is, if you sort of got down on the floor ... " He shifted in his seat, "not on the carpet, that is, but on the bare floor, there," he pointed, "in the hallway ... "
She smiled coyly, waiting.
"Well, I mean I'm sure it's nothing new to you-you Hippies have done everything, I guess-" Gwen smiled, but did not laugh.
"I mean your ass is so nice and all, I would love to just slap it a little-I mean not so it would hurt, just with my palms ... " Lageule gulped. There, he had said it. "Why, sure, is that all?" Gwen seemed genuinely surprised. "I thought you wanted to handcuff me to the ceiling and carve your initials in me or something ... " she said, laughing gaily. Lageule wanted more and more to slap her lovely white ass.
"But promise you won't hurt," she cooed jovially, as she positioned herself, face downward on the bare floor of the hallway.
"Hurt, hurt? Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't want to do that ... just to touch you ... "
He was almost panting with eagerness, as he knelt beside her and bent far over the luscious twin globes of her buttocks.
There was not a flaw, not a blemish to mar that whole ex-panse of creamy flesh.
'Real clean kid,' thought Lageule to himself appreciatively. Those Hippies must wash sometimes, you don't get skin like this for nothing....
Slowly, with the precision and care of a surgeon performing a heart transplant, Lageule reached out loving hands and began to caress and fondle the lush skin. He dallied over the mountains of her ass for several pleasurable moments then he slid one hand deep into the furrow between.
Gwen squirmed, and moaned appreciatively, as his fin-ger found the delicate hole of her anus. He probed one digit into the constricted opening for an instant, tantalizingly, and then withdrew it. Slowly, enticingly, his fingers went back to stroking her soft, hilly flesh.
Lageule felt his cock rising stiffer and more hungry at each lingering stroke-the sight of the woman's ass, so close so beautiful, was marvelously stimulating! He lingered for long moments, his fingers playing over the winsome mounds sliding down into the valley, sticking into her hole ... and only after Gwen had begun to moan and squirm in pleasure did he begin his rougher strokes.
Gently at first, then with increasing hardness, given momentum by his own growing ardor, Lageule began to slap the delicious lobes of her buttocks.
Slap! Thwack! Thhwwwwack! Gwen squirmed more violently, and her cries became more pained, as his palms came down smartly, raising red welts and marks on the creamy white flesh.
"Ow!" cried Gwen finally. "Stop! That does hurt!"
Her words inflamed the cop; his cock grew and grew-it was about to burst-and he rubbed it vigorously against her thigh, seeking to still the aching hunger, to prolong the present ecstasy. His hands came down on her ass again, and again-harder and harder at every stroke.
"Stop!" cried Gwen, and her tone was thoroughly annoyed "you're hurting me!"
She struggled to get up, and Lageule, panting, held her down with one hand, while his other continued to smartly and firmly fall across her ass.
"I will not stop-you must be punished!" Lageule was crying fervently, as he hand beat her again and again. "And you will be punished-I will see to that!"
He was almost screaming with rage, and with every stroke of his arm, his prick rose more, its throbbing increased.
"You are a very naughty girl!" Langeule was shrieking, as his tingling penis pressed itself against her soft thigh. "You are nau-nau-AAUUUUUHHHHH! AAUUUU-GGGGHHHHHHHH!" He lurched, his hand made a final beat and came down hard, and at the same instant, his penis exploded against her flesh, spurting and spuming a geyser of hot come.
"AAuuuuhhhh!" cried Lageule again, as he fell down on top of her lovely body, hugging and kissing her in the sweet glow of passion and release. "Oh," he gasped as he recovered his breath, "I'm sorry-but that was so good!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," said a deep voice from the doorway.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lageule and Gwen looked up, startled.
There was a tall, pudgy blonde woman standing in the doorway. Lageule caught a glimpse of an overhanging feather hat, bright-red lips, baggy chin, piercing blue eyes that looked anything but friendly.
"And what, pray tell, is the meaning of this!" The woman's voice echoed scorn, amazement, anger.
"Oh-oh," Lageule heard Gwen mutter under her breath Then aloud she said, "Hi. Hi, mother!"
Mother! Oh, no! Lageule prayed more fervently than he ever had in his life, praying to the Blessed Virgin to send an earthquake, a volcano, or at least to cause the floor to cave in and swallow him up, prayed to St. Francis, St. Stephen, St. Anselm, started praying to St. Christopher, until he re-membered that he wasn't accredited any more ... He was half-way through his rosary, when he heard the tall woman speak again.
"And who is this, may I ask?"
Gwen had somehow stood up and was vainly trying to cover her nakedness with a pillow from the sofa-which object was hardly adequate.
"Uh ... come in, Mother," mumbled Gwen, and then she fled from the room.
Lageule stared up at the large woman, wondering if they could get him on corrupting a minor....
"COME BACK HERE GWENNETH!" bellowed the figure in stentorian tones.
Gwen crept back into the room a moment later, wrapped up in a voluminous dressing gown. She seemed small and frail amid all those folds of material, and Lageule realized that he should speak up like a man and defend her.
"Look," he said firmly, "you have no right-"
"NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT? NO RIGHT TO VISIT MY OWN DAUGHTER WITHOUT FINDING HER BEING MOLESTED ON THE FLOOR?" The woman took a step inside the room, and Lageule backed away in terror. He felt Gwen nudging him from behind and he spun around as if nuzzled by a gun.
"Here," she murmured, handing him a towel.
Thankfully, Lageule wrapped himself in the terrycloth.
"IN A PERVERTED POSITION, MOREOVER!" shrieked Gwen's mother, her bosom heaving with the throes of wrath, her eyes shooting fire.
"Uh, sit down, Mother," said Gwen nervously, bustling around to pat the sofa, rearrange the cushions, move the ashtray unnecessarily.
The woman steered herself into the living room and settled herself, dowager like, in the exact center of the sofa.
Gwen shuffled to a chair and sat herself down, and Lageule slid himself into the nearest seat.
Gwen jumped up again.
"Uh ... would you like some tea, Mother?" she asked.
Lageule nodded.
"China tea," added Gwen, "it's really good."
"This is hardly the occasion for tea, Gwenneth, in view of the shocking spectacle I have just been an inadvertent witness to!"
Lageule nodded. He felt the woman's eyes on him, and nervously crossed his legs, pulling the flimsy towel over his kneecaps.
He was thinking frantically. He had to be manly about all this, had to protect Gwen-if only he could think of what to say. Above all, this woman must never know that he was a cop!
He decided to tell her that he was a travelling salesman, and he had made an outright attack upon her daughter ... but at the last moment, by the mother's own intervention, the daughter's honor had been saved.
He was about to launch into his narrative, when he felt the woman's piercing blue eyes upon him. The words flew out of his head. HE gulped, blushed, fumbled ineffectually with the ever-spreading towel, and coughed.
"Well, Young Man?" the voice bellowed with authority, "I'm waiting!"
Her blue eyes fixed him with a powerful intensity, and there was something familiar about the glance. She did look a lot like her daughter, Lageule thought ruefully-too bad the resemblance was only on the surface.
He tried to think fast.
"Uh, well, you see, Mrs. ... " He gulped, realizing that he couldn't remember Gwen's last name! For some obscure reason, this fact made him feel guiltiest of all: 'You might at least have remembered her name,' his conscience nagged.
"Uh ... Mother!" said Gwen, her voice nervous and shrill, and falsely gay, "we certainly weren't expecting you ... uh, I'm sorry the place is rather untidy ... " Her voice trailed off, as her fingers gestured vaguely around the room.
"Yes, as I was saying, you see-" Lageule gulped again. He couldn't think fast enough.
"Young Man, I am WAITING!" the voice lashed out in sudden anger again. The draft of air from her wind-pipe blew Lageule's towel apart.
He looked down at his lap, not knowing where else to turn his eyes. He stared, paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. He was too shocked even to try to rescue the stray folds of towel. He could only stare in stunned silence down into his lap.
For there, in front of his own eyes, his cock was getting stiff and red again!
He stared at it, as though it were a foreign object, somehow detached from his body. He hoped fervently that it would become detached, that it would just casually fall off and slink away into another room; that this hideous prolonged moment of acute embarrassment would simply fade away....
He was aware of the two women staring also.
He waited for the bristling thing to fall off ... 'Oh my, did you see that,' he would say as the penis faded away ... innocently, nothing to do with him at all, at all.
But it only grew bigger. And it was most definitely attached to him, he could feel the coursing fluids from his tingling balls.
And that woman was waiting, she said, waiting-waiting for what? An explanation, he must think of an explanation ... but it was his brain, instead of his prick that had fallen off and slunk away, he no longer had it with him ... he could think of no explanation at all.
"I'm waiting, Young Man!" the woman said again, but her voice seemed quieter now-or was it only that he had lost touch with reality?
He looked up at her, at the ridiculous feathered hat, at the intense and not unattractive blue eyes. Suddenly a wild image seared itself on his mind, or the vestiges of it it that were left; a wild, crazy idea-but what else could he do?
Lageule stood up, and laughed aloud as he crossed the room toward the large, imposing woman. The laugh sounded giddy and strange even to his own ears.
"Young Man, I expect an immediate explanation, I demand-Young MAN, YOU MUST CEASE THIS BUFFOONERY IMMEDIATELY! YOUNG MAN!!!" She protested loudly, but her hands seemed oddly ineffectual in restraining him. He had all her clothes off in a moment, with ever so little real effort.
Lageule stood back and surveyed his handiwork. She wasn't bad, not bad at all for her age. Her skin was not as soft as her daughter's, of course, but her ample dimensions were a pleasing change from Gwen's slenderness. The mother's colossal tits cascaded down to her waist as she sat on the sofa, while her spread hips were lush and wide.
"GWENNETH! I DEMAND TO KNOW-" But the woman's irate protests were cut off in mid-sentence, as Lageule bent his head and enveloped her in a long and ardent kiss. His tongue probed far into her mouth, swirling and prodding, diddling and fondling, while his hands roamed down over the mountainous orbs of her boobs. To his joy, he felt the nipples stiffen and harden under the soft caresses of his fingers, and he redoubled his efforts with tongue and hands. Gradually he felt her whole body relax in his arms, and then, slowly, reluctantly, her tongue reached out to respond to his.
His hands were gliding over her tits, and down into the soft creases of her belly now, stroking and caressing where-ever they went. Slowly, teasingly, he slid one hand down, down, toward the soft furry rise between her legs.
He moved his lips to nuzzle at her cheek, ear, neck and shoulder, and he felt her squirm deliciously; then he put his lips to her ear and whispered, as his hand moved toward her cunt: "Do you mind, Mrs. ... uh ... ?" He used his softest, most sensual French accent.
Her voice was hoarse with urgency as she replied: "Not at all-and call me Lily."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Her hoarse whisper was music to Lageule's ears. He had succeeded! On top of the triumph was the sheer physical joy of experimenting with yet another strange, new woman, of tasting exotic, different flesh.
'Variety is the spice of life,' as these English say, Lageule thought to himself as his hand shot up into the hot, melting crevasse of her pussy.
Lily shifted as his fingers pronged her opening, striving to expose her body to more and more of his caresses. At the same time her hands came out, sparkling with rings, to rub hard and sensuously along the firm pulsing length of his dick.
"Ah, Lily! That's so good!" murmured Lageule in appreciation, as her deft fingers stroked him to ecstasy. Lily giggled in delight at the compliment.
"What's your name?" she whispered hoarsely and coyly, nuzzling her permanent-wave against his ear.
"Henri," he replied. "Henri Lageule." He almost chuckled at her formality, but his mouth was occupied, stuffed full of one huge, nipple-studded tit.
"Oooooh, French ... " she said in a sexy, chatty tone, squeezing her juicy snatch further up onto the prong of his probing hand.
"Ummm," he murmured, sucking voraciously on her breasts.
"I've never had a French lover before ... " she purred in Jayne-Mansfield-like tones, squeezing her mammoth tit deeper into his eager mouth. "Are they all like you ... ?" Her hand rubbed more vigorously at the straining rod of his cock.
"Ummm ... " murmured Lageule between tits. "I don't know." He slid a finger up through the ripe folds of oily womanflesh in her pussy, to fondle at the erect knob of her twat.
"Ahhh!" cried Lilly in abandon, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in ecstasy. "AHHHH!"
Lageule diddled and fondled and twiddled and twirled at her clit, until she was squirming and wriggling all over him, gasping in hot excitement.
"Oh!" gasped Lily, as she ground her hips onto his hand, "Oh, TAKE ME-NOW! TAKE ME!"
She threw her head back further, her eyes squeezed shut.
Lageule was equally urgent by now. Quickly he flung himself into her large lap, swinging one leg astride her lovely, luscious spread legs.
He balanced awkwardly on one hand for a moment, grabbing his cock with the other, then, guiding it firmly at the unusual angle, he thrust it powerfully into her hot cunt.
"AAUUHH!" cried Gwen's mother, as the burning penis penetrated far up into her vagina. "GOOD!"
He sucked frantically on her ample breasts, thrusting himself from the hips, going deeper and deeper into her juicy well of a pussy with every thrust. His balls were on fire, tingling with hot excitement, the grip of her cuntmuscles was superb, stimulating him beyond his wildest imaginings. More and more roughly he flung himself into her, seeking to impale her on his huge hot rod, flinging it into her as though she were a rag doll.
Then, as his excitement rose, he grabbed her firmly by her ripe shoulders, pulling her towards him, and nudged her gently toward the floor.
She understood, and lowered herself slowly, until in a moment they were cavorting in abandonment and utmost rapture on the carpet. She slid on top of his firm upright of a prick, her legs gripping him tightly, while her marvelous breasts dangled down over his face, and he sucked greedily on her huge pointed nipples.
"AAUUUUGGHH!" she was crying, in a crescendo of passion, as she deftly raised and lowered herself from the hips, sucking and then releasing his dick, stimulating every tingling, sensitive centimeter of his cock-skin.
"Mon Dieu!" Lageule was crying in frenzy, as she gripped then let go of his prick, "Mon Dieu, Tabernac!"
"AAUUGGHH! A FRENCHMAN!" Lily was shrieking in wild orgiastic joy, as she heaved and ground her whole body in piston-like strokes onto him.
His balls were burning now, with unbearable twitchings, tinglings, nerve-shaking spasms of delightful tension, and Lageule could stand it no longer. With a last manly heave, he flung the two of them over, so that Lily now lay with her back on the floor. He leapt astride, his cock still embedded tightly in her eager cunt, and they never once broke the momentum of their impassioned thrusts.
"Yes! YES!" Lilly was moaning now, almost sobbing with climactic spasms, "Yes, TAKE ME! LOVER!"
Lageule gave a last frenzied heave, his penis incredibly tight, about to explode, about to come, and then he was coming, a spuming cascade of hot milky sperm was shooting into her vagina.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" Lily announced, screaming with utmost rapture, as she heaved and thrust underneath him. He felt the sensitive skin of his dick coated with her hot female fluids as she clutched and clawed at his back, scratching him in her triumphant throes.
"I'm coming!" she cried a final time, her voice ending in a long lingering sigh of contentment, as she fell, relaxed on the floor.
Lageule kissed her, in gratitude and pleasure, and she stroked his cheek and murmured, "Frenchmen ... " in a lazy, coy whisper.
"Well," said a voice from the side of the room, "I guess it was my turn to be merely a witness!"
Lageule looked up into the smiling, dimpled face of Gwen. She smiled at him and gave him a pleased, sly wink.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"You did exactly what Mother has been wanting for a long time," said Gwen gaily, as she looked down on them both.
"Now Gwenneth, that's not-" began Lilly, but her daughter cut her off.
"Of course it is, Mother," she said, smiling. "Don't be ashamed of being a woman-a real woman! Now I know you are!"
"Yes," said Lageule, in his most Gallic manner, nodding his head vigorously up and down. "You are a deeply passionate, sensual, responsive woman. It was a joy for me, and I hope it was the same for you ... ?" He looked down at Lily, his black eyes probing deep into the depths of her blue ones.
"Well ... " said the older woman. "I admit that I am rather passionate ... "
"You sure are!" said Gwen with a wink.
"Yup!" agreed Lageule.
Lily shivered all over, and giggled with delight. "But all the same ... " she began doubtfully, "I don't feel that my own daughter should have ... intimate ... knowledge of all my affairs ... "
Lageule hugged her affectionately.
"But Mother," said Gwen, "it's not all your affairs-this is your first one!"
"I did not mean it in that literal sense," sniffed Lily.
"Of course not," said Lageule gallantly, "but I do gather, from this conversation, that your husband is-uh-deceased, or at least ... "
"Yup," said Gwen. "Dad's a drunken slob."
"Gwenneth!" said Lilly, "that is no way to speak of your own father!"
"Well, he isn't very-active-in bed, you have to admit, Mother. I mean, can't we be frank about it?"
"Well ... " began Lilly, and Lageule started to nuzzle her cheek and neck, "well, yes, you're right."
"You've just needed a real man, all this time, to match your own vitality," said Lageule, his hand fondling her enormous ripe breasts. He played with the nipples between thumb and forefinger, as they bobbled up, pert and hard, in his hands.
"So ... " crooned Lageule in Lily's neck, "are we all friends now"' Lily nodded, Gwen smiled. Lageule felt a tingle of renewed excitement, at the idea which had suddenly popped into his head. He looked from mother to daughter, from daughter to mother, and the excitement built up inside of him.
What would happen next? Would they ... would it be ... could he ... the two of them, together??
He remembered Gwen's account, from earlier in the evening, of the episode with her brother ... Gwen had never finished that story, but he had gathered from her voice that something else had ensued, that Gloria and Myron had come upon the two of them ... and that the four of them had screwed together!
Even if he were only imagining it in her tone of voice, nevertheless the possibility was here, now ... In spite of all the exercise he had already had, he knew he could man-age something as exotic as that!
"Well," Lily was saying contentedly, "I think that tea you offered would taste good now, dear."
She stood up and plumped herself, still totally naked, onto the sofa.
Lageule, slightly disappointed, got up also. Anyway, it would be worth it, even if he had to wait a while.
Dimly he became aware of the stereo playing-a Beatles' song, called "A Day In The Life."
Certainly a suitable theme-song, thought Lageule to himself with a chuckle-what a day this had been! He felt like a wholly new person, he felt that he'd been given a new lease on life-or more accurately, that he had finally begun to learn how to live. Yes, that was it-for the first time, he knew what it was like to feel really, fully, vitally, alive!
He chuckled with pleasure, and patted Lily's plump knee affectionately. She looked over at him, and smiled sweetly, her blue eyes languorous and sensual.
"You know ... " Lageule began, in his most-French of accents, "I have a good idea for some fun ... later on ... "
Lily giggled. "Oh, tell me," she beamed.
Lageule grinned and shook his head mysteriously. "Nope, Non. You'll see, when the time comes."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Gwen came in a moment later with the tea tray. "Isn't this fun?" she said, dimpling with pleasure. "It's real Chinese tea, and I even have a special set of tea-cups for it. See Mother, aren't they nice-they were on sale at Mimby's."
She put the dray down on the coffee-table. Lily picked up one of the fragile pink cups, without a handle, and turned it over in her fingers.
"But these are really lovely, Gwen dear," she said. "You can almost see through them-undoubtedly a good china. When was the sale-is it over?"
"I don't know," responded her daughter. "I got them last week, but it might still be on. We could go down tomorrow and see, if you like."
"Yes, let's do that, by all means, dear. Now, shall I pour?"
Hippies were sometimes amazingly like real people, mused Lageule to himself, as he struggled to glance his fragile, handleless cup on his knobby-knead lap. Then Gwen passed around napkins and cookies, and he had such difficulty maneuvering all three items that he gave up thinking altogether for a time.
"No, it was sort of a Burmese silk, I think-or maybe from Thailand ... " Lily was saying, her forehead wrinkled up in intense concentration.
"You mean the drapes, or the bedspread-or both?" queried her daughter, and there followed a prolonged and serious discussion of the drapes and spread in question.
Lageule let his mind wander. Time had stood still for so long now that he had no idea of what day it was, let alone what hour of the day-or night.
He carefully put his cup, napkin, and half-eaten cookie down on the coffee-table, and went to look out the window. It was dark, but there was a faint bluish tinge to the sky. Early dawn? He wondered idly about work tomorrow-today? He was supposed to be on the job at seven. Should he bother to phone in sick?
Did they have phones in Hippie pads? He certainly couldn't be bothered to go outside to a pay booth.
He knew only one thing for certain-he could not possibly go to work at seven-perhaps he could never go to work again. He was suffused with a lazy contentment, he was bound in a spell of lassitude, and it was the most glorious feeling of contentment that he had ever experienced. It was too precious to lose-it would spoil everything to leave now, and go to work! Besides, visions of a marvelous, never-before-experienced orgy of the flesh with mother and daughter together were carousing through his head. He certainly wasn't about to miss that!
He wondered vaguely if Gwen could get him a job at her boutique, if he quit the force for good ... the guys on the force would laugh at him, of course ... still, they had no idea of what Hippies were really like....
He smiled to himself at the thought of what Hippies were really like; and then, sighing and stretching contentedly, he turned over the record, re-crossed the room, and finished his cookie. He finished up his cup of tea, shaking his head at Lily's gesture toward the pot.
"And as for Gernreheim, I don't know, I think his styles rather appalling, don't you?" Lily was saying earnestly to her daughter.
Lageule chuckled indulgently-so like women! But you could put up with their frivolities, he decided, when they had so much else to offer!
Lily, at his chuckle, interrupted herself. Turning to Lageule, she said politely, "You must excuse us, Young Man-I mean Henri-but you see my daughter and I see so little of one another, really ... "
She turned back to Gwen. "Now, as for Cardovan, that's another story altogether."
And then they were in rapt conversation again.
Henri Lageule stretched again, lazily and contentedly.
He had a right to be tired, he thought happily, mentally patting himself on the back, he had had a pretty busy time of it in the last few hours!
He wandered around, idly fingering objects, studying the loud op-art posters until he felt slightly dizzy, and then finally stretched himself, in virile Gallic fashion, on his back on a mattress that lay on the floor in a corner. He was conscious of his hairy, well-muscled chest, of his long, limber legs, and the provocative length of his cock, resting loosely on his manly thighs, with the twin sacs of his balls sprawled comfortably beside it ... Give them something to look at when they're finished talking, he thought happily to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Henri Lageule was dreaming contentedly of slim models parading down a platform in Chinese-silk tea-cloths, when he was startled awake by a loud, insistent rapping.
"What's that?" he said, startled, sitting bolt upright on his mattress.
"Yes, but the body-perm is not bad, really-" Gwen was saying. Suddenly, she registered the sound of Lageule's voice. "Oh, you." She looked toward him. "What did you say?"
"What's that?' he repeated, gesturing toward the door. The knocking was very loud now, an insistent hard pounding that shook the frail woodwork.
"Oh, my," said Lily, looking over her shoulder. "I think there's someone at the door." She made a futile effort to cover her gleaming nakedness with a sofa-cushion then gave it up with a shrug.
"What's an old gal like me got to worry about?" she cooed, with a grin at Lageule.
Gwen rose, gathering her bathrobe around her. The pounding had increased in momentum, and it was apparent that a few more such blows, and the door would cave in.
"All right, all right, hold on, I'm coming," called Gwen to the unseen visitor, as she hurried to the beseiged door.
"What time is it?" quieried Lageule of Lily.
She bent down to her pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Holding up the suit-jacket she had worn, she consulted the large gold watch pinned to its front.
"Quater to seven," she replied. After a moment she said, "Who on earth could be calling on my daughter at this outrageous hour!"
Gwen opened the door a crack, and peered out.
The door was rudely pushed wide open.
"All right, all right, I knew what you're all up to-disgusting, that's what it is, downright disgusting!" came a strident male voice.
Lageule saw the burly figure of a very large, and very angry looking man silhouetted in the door-frame.
"Aha!" cried the visitor in a fury, "there he is! I'll get him." He advanced forward in huge strides, the bulging muscles in his legs working furiously.
Lageule tried to crawl under the mattress.
"Whoa, there, Buddy, you don't get away that easy! No, sir!" Lageule noticed that the stranger was slurring his words noticeably. He felt a rough hand on his bare buttocks, and smelled simultaneously the reek of cheap whiskey. Reluctantly, under the insistent pressure on his ass, he crawled backwards from out under the mattress.
"Aha!" said the stranger truculently, "Naked! I might have guessed! And not only my daughter-but my wife too! You-you-" he almost gagged on his slurred anger, "YOU SLOB!"
"Oh, really Harold!" cried Lily, "be reasonable, for once."
"Yes, Daddy," cooed Gwen, "don't make a fool of yourself."
"ME! Me-make a fool of myself! What about you two?" slightly in drunken bewilderment.
"Here, sit down. Daddy, and have a cup of tea," said Gwen coaxingly and calmly as she guided the burly man to the sofa. He allowed himself to be seated. Gwen winked at her mother.
"Well, Harold," began Lily, plunking her naked body beside that of her husband. "I'm surprised at you, truly surprised."
He looked speechless, from his wife to his daughter.
"On two counts, in fact," continued Lily in a matter-of-fact tone. "Firstly, that you ever thought of coming here-I mean, that you could ever show such interest, it's very unlike you, you know Harold ... " She mused a moment, "and rather flattering, actually," she continued, smiling. Slowly, she slid her naked body a little closer to that of her husband. He looked down at her gleaming thigh, speechless with bewilderment. With a dazed expression, he accepted a cup of tea from Gwen, and sipped it automatically.
"And secondly," Lily was continuing in a calm but serious tone, "And secondly, I'm surprised at you Harold, because of your appalling lack of manners. How could you come here in such a state, and be so utterly crass and impolite? That shows an appalling lack of manners, Harold." She winked at Gwen. "And what must Henri think of you now?" She gestured towards Lageule, who sat amazed on his mattress.
Harold said nothing. He looked up for a moment, at Lageule, absolute bewilderment on his face.
"Minny told me you were here," he mumbled finally.
"Minny is our maid-not a very good one, I must admit, she's from Switzerland, though, and I always feel one must give foreigners a chance you know," Lily explained to Lageule.
He nodded, bewildered also by this feminine logic.
"And furthermore, look at you," Lily said in a maternal tone, "you've got that expensive suit all mussed up." She be-gan to brush at the rumpled shoulders of his suit. Her hands moved deftly over and tried to straighten his crumpled tie and shirt-collar.
"No, it's no use," said Lily after a moment. She sighed loudly, dramatically. "You'll just have to take it off. We'll send it to a twenty-four-hour-laundry. After all, dear, you can't appear in public looking like that; it's a positive disgrace!"
Harold offered no objection, as she began to take off his clothing. She peeled off the jacket and shirt and tie. Her hands moved down to the buckle of his belt.
Suddenly Harold seemed to come out of his daze. "Lily," he said, putting down his tea-cup, "Lily, I have a question to ask of you, and I want an honest answer. I'm perfectly sober now." He seemed sober-apparently the tea and the atmosphere had had their effects.
"Lily," queried Harold earnestly, "you have no clothes on." His eyes took in her body as if seeing it for the first time. "Have you been-doing things, Lily? Have you been doing things with this-man?" He paused, his eyes boring into his wife's face.
Gwen was smiling, her dimples making deep and sweet creases in her soft cheeks. She winked at Lageule, and he felt his prick growing hard and hot again, as he remembered the 'things' Lily had been doing with him.
"Well, Harold ... " cooed Lily, "you know, you have been ignoring me so dreadfully ... "
"DID YOU DO THINGS'?" he bellowed.
Lily had put one hand to his belt-buckle, while the other roamed through the dark swirls of hair on his chest. Now she leaned over, teasing his chest with the pert, hard tips of her ample nipples. Harold squirmed; it was obvious that he was not as calm as he wished to appear. Lageule, watching the scene with intense interest, noticed a definite bulge in the crotch of the other man's trousers.
"Well, Harry ... " purred Lily again, "now what do you think?" she beamed at him, her eyes full of provocative gleams that Lageule could see from even across the room. Her hand fumbled with his belt-buckle, then went on to lower his zipper.
Harry's breathing was audible, it was coming in quick, short gasps.
"I mean, you know, dearest," Lily was crooning as she lowered his trousers below his knees, "if you'd pay more attention to me ... "
Harold squirmed, raising his thighs from the sofa to help her peel down his underwear. In a moment he was totally naked. Lageule noted with mounting excitement that his prick was strong, pulsing, erect-and not only that, it was enormous! It was a really gargantuan rod, it looked about a foot long-he could make out, even from across the room, the huge steel-hard shaft with its lower ridge of firm, pulsing tissue, and the wonderfully large round head, swelling and straining, in urgent hunger. What a tool!
"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed Lageule, in involuntary admiration, "Mais, c'est magnifique!"
"He's French, isn't that wonderful. Darling?" said Lily to her husband as her nimble hands began to stroke their way down over his belly.
Harry smiled at his wife. Then he looked over at Lageule. and grinned in modest pride.
"Why on earth don't you use it more often?" queried Lageule in amazement. "A colossal thing like that ... "
Harold looked a little crestfallen. "I know," he admitted. "I guess it was sort of unfair to my wife, not to deploy it more ... wasn't it, Dearest?" He turned affectionately to Lily. She beamed at him, her hand going down to cradle and juggle his balls, while she kissed his chest tenderly.
"It just sort of happened, I guess-you know, when you're married and all ... " he continued to Lageule. "and also. I kind of thought that Lily didn't like that sort of thing ... " He bobbled his wife's nipples playfully.
"But apparently I was grossly mistaken!" he concluded with a grin.
Lily nodded, smiling, and suddenly bent her head to bury it in his bristling crotch.
"Oh, my god!" cried Harold in amazement and joy, as he felt his wife's mouth sucking on his hot, hard penis. "Lily! LILY!!!"
She sucked harder, her mouth pushing down firmly on the tingling flesh of his cock and then rising again to pull the loose and sensitive skin deliciously into her mouth. He squirmed in mounting ardor as her head jerked, pistonlike, up and down, taking his huge and burning prick in and out, out and in.
"Lily!" was all he could gasp. "You never did this!" And then his voice became lost in incoherent mumblings of rising ecstasy, as his whole cock took fire from the momentum of her mouth-thrusts, and he began to push himself upward from the hips, shoving and grinding madly, seeking to embed his burning rod deeper and ever-deeper into his wife's waiting, eager mouth.
"Aiiheee!" cried Harold loudly and triumphantly, as the tingling waves of fire mounted from his ecstatic nuts to the very outermost tip of his huge pulsing cock. "AAIIIHHEE!" It was marvelous, delicious, a never-to-be-forgotten sensation!
She hummed a little with one ball, and then changed and took the other little sac into her mouth, while Harold writhed and squirmed in his seat, his passion mounting beyond all control.
And then-just when he thought he couldn't stand another instant of this exquisite pleasure-just when he was about to burst, to explode, to splinter into a thousand fragmentsshe slid one skillful hand up through the ridge between his legs, found the tight little hole of his anus, and stuck her moistened finger right in!
CHAPTER TWENTY
"AAIIIHHHEEE!" Harold's cry of surprise and rapture could have been heard in Florida ... deeper his wife's delicate little finger penetrated into his rectum, and more and more his passion grew. Suddenly he wouldn't wait an instant longer-he had to get his huge hard cock into her deliciously wet cunt or he would surely die!
Toughly, roughly, he flung Lily from the sofa to the floor; then he slid down and frenziedly, madly, crazed with hunger and desire, he threw himself astride her, shoved his huge straining rod deep into her juicy, welling snatch, and rode her frantically. He see-sawed in and out of her cunt, he plunged, he plowed, he pronged, each passionate thrust carrying his enormous fiery prick deeper and deeper into her gaping pussy. Her cuntmuscles gripped him in marvelous acceptance, he could feel her pungent fluids oozing against the sensitive skin of his dick, and he took pleasure in the feel of her fingernails clawing at his back.
"Uuuugggghhhh!" gasped Lily in delight, as he tremendous cock pronged her again and again. "Ooh. it's so big!"
She was thrusting her whole body in counterrhythm, gripping him tightly and ecstatically with her knees. "Oh, Harold!" she moaned over and over in frantic joy.
Lageule, watching the happy spectacle, could no longer contain his own welling urge. He looked down the length of his muscular body, sprawled on its back on the mattress. His cock stood up huge and firm, a beacon pointing toward his navel, a hungry anxious organ seeking its true home.
And, wonderfully, its home approached. Gwen crossed the room quietly and daintily, smiling mischievously.
"Isn't that sweet?" she said, sitting down beside him on the mattress. "It's so nice to see them happy together again."
"Umm," murmured Lageule, as his fingers began quickly to peel off the voluminous dressinggown.
She helped him, raising and moving her body obligingly at the right time-and in a quick moment, she was entirely naked.
"That's better," muttered the French-Canadian, eyeing her lovely flesh appreciatively. He bent over and buried his head in the hot sweetness of her juicy snatch.
The lovely magenta lips of her cunt were moist and big, pungent with the fluids of her own desire, and Lageule set to work with joy. licking and sucking and lapping and prodding and diddling. He slid his tongue up through the wet folds of flesh, prodded at her tense clit, and she quivered all over in shivers of exquisite passion.
Dimly, through the sweet sucking sounds of his lips in her cunt, Lageule suddenly heard the twin cries of passion from Lily and Harold, as they reached climax simultaneously. The room echoed and re-echoed with their loud sobs and groans of utter ecstasy, as they rocked and ground together, and Harold exploded in a shower of hot sperm in his wife's cunt.
The cries reminded Lageule of his previous ardent fantasy. Suddenly he wanted-desperately-his dream to come true, before it was too late.
"What I'd really like," he whispered to Gwen, "is the two of you-at once. You and Lily."
He saw her dimples as she laughed. "Aren't you awful!" she said in mock rebuke, while he gave an extra lap to her quivering twat.
"Okay?" he said, teasing her clit by running his tongue all around the erect knob, while her whole body shook and rocked with mounting spasms of pleasure.
"Oh!" gasped Gwen, her cuntmuscles clutching and twitching in spasmodic hunger, "Please! Please give me your cock-NOW!"
But Lageule was firm. "Not yet," he whispered, while his tongue continued to rove enticingly around her clit. "I want both of you at once!"
Gwen was twitching all over now, fired with incredible hunger, squirming on her buttocks and trying in vain to quell the hot itching in her burning cunt.
"PLEASE!" she groaned urgently, trying to slide her own finger down to the gaping emptiness of her pussy.
But Lageule held her hand firmly on her belly. "No!" he hissed, the delay making him only more aroused. "Get your mother!"
"Mother!" cried Gwen, in a hoarse plea.
Lily came over, needing no further urging.
"Please!" Gwen was saying over and over, as she writhed and moaned in agony and ecstasy, "PLEASE!"
Lageule extended a hand, and that was sufficient invitation to Lily. She quickly knelt down on the mattress. Lageule reached out and fondled one lush breast, feeling the hard, up-tilted nipple between his fingers. Stroking and gripping Lily's large tit, he flung himself onto Gwen's urgent, writhing body.
One hand still on Lily's breast, Lageule, with the other, guided his immense, throbbing organ into the warm softness of Gwen's cunt.
"Auuurrrggghhh!" grunted Gwen, her gaping hole gripping and clutching eagerly at his firm length of dick, "Auurrgghh! At last!" She thrust her body upwards from the hips, rising again and again in her urgent hunger to meet his thrusts and suck him deeper and further into the aching recesses of her snatch.
Her eagerness, her mad-crazed thrusts and lurches stimulated Lageule to incredible peaks of passionate desire-after the interval of teasing, the blessed firm rod of his cock felt doubly welcome and comfortable, embedded, as it should be, in the hot and juicy depths of her pussy. He watched her face as he pronged her firmly, and he saw with delight her closed eyes, her slackly-open mouth; he had never seen cool Gwen so hot and eager for his, or any, cock! He set too violently, shoving his steel-hard penis deep and hard, pushing it home as far as he could, the way he knew she wanted it.
"Yes, Aaaahhhh, YES!" she cried, responding with her supple cuntmuscles, her legs, knees and arms, to every brutal push, until he was flinging her about on the mattress in a frenzied orgy of fuck-pleasure. Again and again he lurched deep into her hot pussy, withdrawing only to plunge in again still deeper and harder, pulling out gently only to shove his cock back in again violently, brutally.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She was shuddering all over now, the spasms of her climax overtaking her, rolling through her whole body in waves, as she writhed and groaned in the last shuddering peaks of passion.
Lageule kept his prick huge and stiff inside her, satisfying her final clutching hunger, yet carefully restraining himself, postponing his own joy. He exerted all his will-power, used all his newly-acquired skill and awareness as a master of the art of screwing, and prolonged his own moment of joy as he approached climax. For he still had other fruits to taste, other acts to perform! The lush, ripe body of Gwen's mother lay sprawled in hungry abandon on the mattress right beside the two intertwined figures-and out of the corner of his eyes, Lageule could see Lily's hand frantically and urgently probing in her own cunt. She was ready for him!
Gwen clawed at him in the last shudder of rapture, and then her body relaxed into sweet after-contentment. She smiled up at him, her female hunger finally satisfied.
Lageule gave a last tantalizing jerk to his cock, inside her, and he felt the responding grip of her cuntmuscles. Then, with a wide and mischievous grin, he slowly drew his huge, steel-hard cock out of her juicy hole. She tried to persuade him back in, holding on with her legs and arms-but Lageule was firm. This was his dream, his day, and it was his part, now, to make it live!
His blood boiling with fiery passion, his nerves a mass of tingling, shivering jelly, his balls on fire with almost uncontrollable passion, Lageule slid over on the mattress toward the waiting form of Lily. From daughter to mother-every man's dream! And it was happening, actually happening, to him, Henri Lageule-it was too marvelous to be believed!
He was gasping with excitement even before he touched his burning cock to Lily's creamy plump flesh. Then his huge prick rubbed against her furry mound, and he almost exploded with the sensation. Slowly, taking care to prolong his pleasure as long as possible, he slid himself over on top of her ample body, his chest rubbing deliciously against her mountainous tits.
"Ummm," crooned Lily, her own fingers reaching in and parting her come-filled snatch, "Come on," she said provocatively, as she took hold of his ram with one hand and guided him into her eager, moist hole.
"Ummm," it was a sigh of profound contentment, as his full measure of firm cock plunged in to the hilt, satisfying her urgent needs.
Slowly, with infinite and provocative care, Lageule began his motions. In and out of the wonderful hot cave his prick slid, slurp, slock, out and back in again. Lily's whole body melted against his, her huge firm nipples caressing and tickling pleasantly the flesh of his chest.
He felt her hands sliding over his buttocks, stroking and caressing with a skill to match his own, and his movements took on a deeper urgency and power. Then, she did what he had hoped she would do-she slid a sweet, moist finger deep into the tiny star of his asshole.
"AAUUUUGGGHHHHH!" cried Lageule. the novel and exotic sensation almost making him come, as it set on fire a series of tingling, quivering nerves that he hadn't even known existed. "Auuugh! Mon Dieu. Tabernac!" He writhed and squirmed, pronging and being pronged simul-taneously. until his craving had built up to a hitherto unimag-ined crescendo of joy. His whole body tingled and shivered with fuck-spasms, his toes tingled even, there were blazing, blinding fireworks exploding in his head, but his head was hardly there any more, he was nothing but one huge burning cock-and that, too, was going to explode!
And then it did explode. He twitched and shuddered and lurched and groaned, feeling Lily's tangy female fluids coating his huge dick, as it tightened and stiffened for the final throes; and then he was bursting, overflowing, spraying a fountain of hot come far up into her snatch.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" cried Lageule, the final stage of his fantasy made fact.
Then he lay back between the two women, mother and daughter, whose flesh he had just enjoyed; lay back in contented and satisfied bliss, hardly bothering even to open his eyes when he heard the panting gasps of Lily and Harold now embarked on the second great re-union of their night. Once, as he came to his climax of his wife's body, Harold's arm flung out across Lageule's chest; he looked up briefly but was too engrossed in reliving his own past few moments to pay much attention to the husband and wife, in passionate sexual congress beside him.
What an experience. Lageule marveled to himself. With-out a doubt it had been the most stimulating, the most satis-fying screw of his whole life-so far! But that didn't mean it had to be the last: already his mind was racing ahead with exotic and almost unimaginable visions of future adven-turous excesses ... what a night it had been! What other delights were in store, now that he had finally learned how to love!
A sharp knocking on the door interrupted his reverie. "Heavens!" exclaimed Lily with annoyance, looking up from under Harold's writhing body, "Another visitor?"
"Who is it?" called Gwen from their corner.
There was a slight pause; then a gruff, strident voice answered. The tones were all-too-familiar to Lageule. "It's Parsons!" shouted the voice from the other side of the door. "I'm looking for my partner-Lageule!" The voice was shrill with anger and outrage. "I have reason to believe he's here," it went on. "Lageule! Are you in there, Lageule?"
There was another moment of silence. And then Jack Parsons, standing impatiently outside of the closed door, heard an extremely bewildering thing: there was a loud peal of joyous laughter from inside the room. He rapped on the door again, harder. This time a voice responded.
"No, Parsons, the man you are looking for is not here-and you'll probably never see him again!" Again the echoing burst of laughter.
Parsons turned away from the door in disgust. There was a deep frown on his -lined face, as he walked slowly back down the stairs.
For, there was one thing he just couldn't understand: it was Lageule's voice that had spoken to him! "Damn Hippies," muttered Parsons to himself, as he crossed the street to his parked patrol-car.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Henry Lageule continued to laugh uproariously for full five minutes after Parsons had made his indignant departure. Gwen joined in the mirth, her peal of joyous laughter sounding out high and clear.
Lily and Harold sat up on their mattress, smiling and looking around them with puzzled expressions.
"What is it?" Lily asked finally, when the mirth had sub-sided somewhat. "What's so funny?"
"Well," said Gwen, almost hiccuping, "Well ... it's just Parsons-he's so funny! He was here the other night ... " at the memory of Parson's peremptory commands, she burst into renewed laughter.
"But what's this about his 'partner?' " queried Harold "were you his partner? In what way?"
"Well," replied Lageuele, "I was, in a word, a cop. I pa-trolled with him-and that's called partners."
Harold and Lily stared in amazement at the young French-Canadian, their mouths open in astonishment.
"A cop?" said Lily, finally. "You mean a policeman!"
Lageule nodded, still grinning widely.
Harold Taylor rose hurriedly from his position on the mattress and crossed the room to the couch.
"Look, young man," he said quickly, "I think there's been some misunderstanding here-" He was hurriedly picking up his scattered items of clothing, preparatory to putting them on, eyeing Lageule out of the corner of his eye the whole time. "However, if you think I ... I mean, I have some rights as a citizen, you know ... " He jumped speedily into his boxer-shorts.
Lageule caught on. "Oh, for St. Anselm's sake, Harold, sacre bleu-I'm not a cop now!"
Harold looked at him suspiciously, one leg upraised above his trousers.
"No, really," insisted Lageule. "Actually I haven't yet quit officially-I don't even know if I'll bother-but I certainly never intend to go back to that job. An I am certainly, without doubt or question, here just as an ordinary guy!"
Harold looked for confirmation to his wife and daughter. Gwen smiled and nodded her head. Lily shrugged.
"How would I know?" she said. "I just got here before you did. But he does seem an honest young man-he has an honest pecker."
Harold, mollified, let his trousers fall again to the floor. He sat down, still clad in his boxer-shorts, on the couch. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
Finally, he said, "You mean, then, that you're actually out of a job?" He looked at Lageule intently.
Lageule shrugged slightly. "Yeah, I guess so-I haven't really thought about the whole thing very much." He grinned at Gwen. "I've been sort of ... busy!" he explained to her father.
Harold smiled in recognition, and Lily giggled cheerfully. "I'll say!" she volunteered.
"Well, what are you going to do now-are you just going to become a Hippie?" pursued Harold Taylor.
Gwen jumped up and went towards the kitchen. "I'll make some tea and sandwiches," she said over her shoulder. "I, for one, am starving."
"Make some coffee for me, please." Harold called after her. "Well, young man ... ?"
"Obviously, I'll have to find some kind of work," Lageule was saying. "But it will certainly be very different from what I used to do. I've had my eyes opened to a few things in the last couple of days-and so I'd want a job that allowed me more freedom. Personal freedom, I mean, so I could live my life as I wanted."
"Umm-hmm," Harold nodded. He frowned and remained silent in deep thought for a few moments. "It's interesting," he said finally, "because I feel like my eyes have been opened too. I mean ... well, the idea of getting up early, and going to work tomorrow-it just seems silly."
Gwen came in, carrying a laden tea-tray. "But Daddy," she said, "even I work you know. I mean Hippies, as you call them, don't necessarily not work."
"Oh, I know that," said Harold, "but all the same it seems that you could be doing something that wasn't quite so ... boring."
"I know what, Harold!" Lily piped up suddenly, her voice excited. "I just had a great idea! You need a vacation, and I just have begun to get to know you again-we neither of us have seen Gwen for a long time ... Let's all of us go up to the Lodge for a few days! And you can think all these things out while you relax!"
"Hmm," said Harold. "Might be a darn good idea!"
"The Lodge?" murmured Lageule.
"Oh, my parents have a ski-lodge up in the Laurentians," explained Gwen, "though it's not used for skiing much!"
Lily giggled. "It tends to be used more for ... entertaining," she said with a grin.
"Well," said Lageule, "that's fine with me. Let's all go!"
"Fine," said Harold. "Maybe we should all get some sleep first. I'll take Lily home now, and we'll pack and so on, and then we'll come by and pick you up tomorrow."
"Okay, sounds good," said Gwen. "That'll give Henri time to go back to his place and pick up some warmer clothes."
The four of them lingered a while longer, getting dressed, chatting amicably, and eating the sandwiches and drinking the tea and coffee.
Then, arranging to meet the next day at two, Lily and Harold took their leave. A few moments later, Lageule gave a last pinch to Gwen's gorgeous, luscious ass, and went back to his own apartment, to find and pack all the warm sweaters and heavy scarves he possessed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lageule suppressed a yawn as he climbed the steps to his rather dreary apartment house. A little nap would be very nice indeed, after all the exertions he'd had in the last twenty-four hours! He wondered if he would actually be able to sleep, so exciting was the thought of going to a real ski-lodge in the Laurentians-especially in such company. Things had really changed in his life!
He inserted his key into the lock, turned it, and tried to open the door. It clicked and wouldn't budge. He turned the key back, and the door opened. Strange, he thought to himself, it must have been unlocked ... and yet he knew he always locked his door when he left.
The reason for the door hit his brain at the same time as the shrill female shriek of rage assailed his ears.
"Ah, bon dieu. sacre mais zut alors, qu'est ce tu fait! Tabernac!"
Jeanine! Unmistakeably. There in the flesh-the irate, much-angered flesh. She stood before him, arms menacingly on her hips, eyes glaring and furious, almost blocking his entrance into his own room.
"Qu'est ce tu penses, eh! Cochon!"
Two days ago Lageule would have bowed meekly to her wrath and tried apologetically to slink past her form to get into the living room and begin his apologies.
But, as he had told Parsons a little over an hour ago, that Lageule no longer existed.
He brushed past her firmly, and went into the living room. He stood his ground and turned to face her. Jeannine looked a little disconcerted at his unslinking manner.
He held up a hand warningly.
"Jeannine!" he bellowed, "Shut up!"
She stopped short, in mid-tirade, gasping open-mouthed in astonishment.
"Quoi?"
"I said shut up, goddamnit, shut up!"
She stared, still open-mouthed, at her recalcitrant boyfriend.
"Henri?" she said finally, and her voice was puzzled, "Are you seeeeek?"
Lageule shook his head firmly. "I am not sick, goddamnit, and furthermore it makes me sick to hear you bitching and moaning like that!" He frowned with utmost displeasure on her. He was rather enjoying this. "If I ever hear you shrieking in such a stupid fashion again, I'll throw you out of here so fast you won't know what happened! Get that?"
She nodded mutely. There was still some unsubdued fire in her black eyes, however. After a moment she recovered from her initial astonishment.
"Where have you been all this time?" she queried harshly, with a slight whining note in her voice. "I've been waiting here for hours!" Her eyes looked at him accusingly.
"None of your goddamned business!" yelled Lageule. "I had things to do!" He glared, and took a menacing step toward her.
Jeannine retreated a pace backward, reluctantly. She shrugged her shoulders in a Gallic insult.
"Now, don't bug me!" said Lageule, turning away to-ward the bedroom, "I gotta pack-I'm going away for a while. With some friends."
She looked at him scornfully and said nothing, though he could tell from her expression that the meaning of his words had not been lost on her.
He strode away in the direction of the bedroom, his back to her, ignoring her utterly.
Her attack took him by surprise-suddenly the heavy glass ashtray skidded in the air by his head, and crashed against the door-frame. He spun around, startled.
"Cochon, cochon!" she was spitting out, "Peeeg!"
Her hands were frantically groping around on the cluttered coffee-table for another heavy object to throw at him.
He lunged toward her, and the book she threw just glanced off his left shoulder.
"Okay, Jeanine, you asked for it!" he said grimly as he made a flying tackle.
They crashed heavily to the floor together-she never ceasing to try to pummel him with her fists and claw at him with her nails.
Suddenly, at her attack, Lageule grew furious-hardly realizing what he was doing. He pinned her down as best he could on the ground, holding one of her hands against her side, while the other, which he couldn't grip, continued to beat him in the face and chest, and claw and scratch at his back. Lageule, provoked to intense anger, began to slap at her in earnest.
She was wiggling and squirming under him, trying to escape his blows on her neck and breasts; she managed to turn herself partially onto her stomach on the floor-and he slapped her, even harder, on her buttocks. She struggled frantically to free herself of his firm grip, and he slapped her, hard, again and again.
She made a last furious attempt, and she wriggled partially free of his grasp-it was only then that he noticed that her dress was torn all the way down its front. Her bra had be-come loosened, and both breasts hung loose, swinging and swaying as she moved her whole body in her frantic endeavors to escape. Her breath was coming in quick hard gasps, she writhed and moaned with feline ferocity underneath him, and all her naked tits and belly brushed against him with every motion.
Something snapped in Lageule's mind at the same time that he felt his penis growing stiff and hard at the physical contact. Suddenly he felt like a wildly aggressive male beast, a beast subject to no law or form of etiquette but the all-powerful law of his own masculine whim.
With one fierce movement he tore her dress all the way off, relishing the sound of shredding, tearing material, savoring her rapid, surprised, intake of breath. It was about time that Jeannine was taught a lesson!
He whipped her fully over onto her stomach, for his strength seemed to have increased with his desire; and then, joyfully, triumphantly, his breath coming in hot panting grunts, he began to slap her creamy buttocks with a fierce intention of causing pain. Harder and harder his hand came down, her cries and shrieks of protest grew louder and louder, and still he did not abate the force of his blows.
"That's what you get for your goddamn moaning, Baby!" he was muttering between clenched teeth, as his hand fell with the strength of a steel piston, until her whole lush and once creamy white ass was red and smarting.
But still Lageule was not satisfied. Suddenly he knew what he really wanted to do.
She was so paralyzed, by now, with fear and pain, that it wasn't much trouble to hold her down with one hand, while with the other he loosened his own belt and fly. He slipped out of his trousers and underwear, and took his heavy leather belt out of its loops. Then, with a quick firm motion, he flipped the almost inert Jeannine over onto her back.
Her eyes widened as she saw the piece of leather in his hand and read his intentions in his eyes-when he raised his arm and drew it back, with the weapon in it, her mouth opened wide, as if to emit a scream. But no sound came.
He brought the heavy leather belt down once-a hard blow directly on her belly. Jeannine winced, and whimpered slightly. Her eyes seemed glazed now. He raised the belt again, this time holding it so that the brass studded buckle would form the focus of the impact-he pulled back his hand, gathered his strength-and brought the weapon down with a fierce, hard, crashing force right across the delicate white mounds of her breasts.
This time Jeannine did shriek, a loud and involuntary wail of pain that seemed to echo and re-echo in Lageule's head; but the sound only gave him the lust for more. His prick rose higher, it burned and twitched and itched at every blow.
There was a deep red gash across Jeannine's tits now. Lageule took careful aim for the next stroke-he wanted it to be perfect. He raised his arm, brought it down, and delivered the blow in exactly the same place as the one previous, so that there would be the greatest possible amount of pain.
Jeannine shrieked in a continuous wailing roar, that gradually grew weaker and weaker as he hit her again and again over tits and belly and thighs. Finally, as her whole body became marked with blood-red lashes and stripes, her strength seemed to ebb, and only her heavy gasping breathing told Lageule that she had not fainted.
His balls were burning with overwhelming fire now, he was almost through-but there was one thing more to do, one piece of business to finish. Bending over her almost inert body, he roughly separated her locked knees, and thrust her legs apart.
"Okay, bitch, this'll teach you good!" Lageule hissed demonically, raising his hand with the heavy leather whip in it. Jeannine looked up at him mutely, her eyes glazed over with what he supposed was pain.
"Oh!" was all she said, in an almost inaudible gasp. She closed her eyes, waiting for the blow to descend.
He brought the belt down, hard and fierce, right across the gaping hole of her cunt. She screamed and writhed in utmost agony, her legs clutching together spasmodically, her eyes closed in pain.
Lageule was incredibly, unbelievably, aroused-more excited than he had ever been in his whole life! His cock was tight and itching-and suddenly he knew that he wanted to put it into that hurt and wounded cunt, shove it in roughly and without mercy, shove and push and grind until he came!
He used both hands to pry her interlocked legs apart, and she moaned and struggled feebly the whole time, trying in vain to shield her gaping cunt with her hands. But Laguele showed no mercy-forcing her legs wide, wide apart with his knees, he pinioned her arms to her sides, and then mounted.
His prick slid in surprisingly easily, for her pussy was juicy and oily and warm. He shoved from the thighs, sending his long hard dick deep into her gash, pronging it deeper and deeper with every manful stroke. His mouth was down on her breasts, while his hands gripped her striped buttocks and held her against him, so that his tingling balls slapped deliciously against his ass.
Lageule felt a heady excitement, a manful exuberance in utterly asserting his will, that made ploughing her cunt more arousing and pleasurable than it had ever been before. He pushed his cock into her brutally, roughly, violently, shoving it up to the hilt, seeming to drive it with furious strength against the very walls of her womb. Again and again he shoved his huge hard rod into her pussy, feeling the cunt-muscles gripping the shaft of his dong with marvelous pressure, while the quivers and nerve-shocks in his tingly nuts magnified and reverberated with every slap of the sacs against the fleshy globes of her ass.
He was gripping her tightly by the ass, then by the shoulders, as he sat more upright and held her body to him; and then the waves of joy in his blood were building up, sending an unbelievably and ever-increasing burning excitement throughout his body; and dimly, in the midst of his own crazed frenzy, a part of his lust-filled brain noted vaguely that her moans had changed in timbre. They were still constant and gasping-but there was now an undeniable note of pleasure, of satisfaction, in their sound! She was enjoying it!
"Henri, Henri, Henri!" she was crying and sobbing over and over, her voice rising with frenzied rapture as her fingernails dug into his skin.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" That did it-her pungent fluids, coating his cock with burning heat, sent him over the edge, the flood from his tingling balls rose up, boiled over, and exploded. He shot another waterfall of hot come far into her snatch. Again and again he spurted his cream, lurching and shuddering as he deposited his hot, virile load into her waiting box.
"AAHHHHHH! HENRI, HENRI, HENRI, Henri ... " Her voice fell away in soothed and fulfilled undertones of contentment, as she lay back on the floor and relaxed in contented exhaustion.
Lageule looked down at her-at her closed, contented eyes; her mouth, turned up in a little satisfied smile; then at her wounded breasts, belly, thighs-he looked her all over, and he couldn't believe it. She had enjoyed it! He'd thought he knew his girl-friend Jeannine pretty well-this was an amazing thing to discover!
Maybe their relationship had a good future in store, after all, thought Lageule happily to himself just before he drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Henri Lageule slept the sleep of exhaustion. He consequently slept a lot longer than he had anticipated. When he finally awoke, his wristwatch said two-thirty.
"Ah, mon dieu!" he cried, sitting up with a start, "I hope they haven't gone without me!"
He grabbed his clothing and tried to put it on with one hand while he picked up the telephone with the other. Only then did he remember that Gwen's pad had no phone. He threw on the rest of his clothes with careless speed, and, not bothering to wake Jeannine and disturb her with yet another departure, he raced out of the apartment. There would be another tremendous scene when he returned, of course, if Jeannine waited for him again this time-but he had rather enjoyed the last one! It was true, he thought to himself as he hailed a passing cab, that old English cliche: Variety is the spice of life!
He arrived at Gwen's place panting and disheveled, very anxious by now, for fear that he might have inadvertently missed out on the greatest vacation of his life. He loped up the stairs two at a time, and pounded on Gwen's door.
There was no immediate response. Fearing the worst, that they had left for their Laurentian paradise without him, Lageule pushed his way in through the unlocked door.
The room was not empty. Harold and Lily and Gwen were all there, standing together on one side of the room. All three were stark naked, and looked as if they had just been abruptly awakened from sleep.
Lageule's first reaction was relief-they had overslept too-thank heavens! They hadn't gone without him!
"Okay, who's this one now?" he suddenly heard a truculent voice saying. "Look, Lady, I don't know what you're trying to prove here, but we don't like it, see?" The voice was strident and authoritative.
Lageule looked toward the center of the room. He saw the rotund, pock-marked face of an elderly man. He was rather short and stocky, and clad in a beige trench-coat. Beside him stood two identically-dressed figures, wearing the same truculent expressions, but both were slightly taller than the chief, and both had hair.
"All right, all right, we've had as much as we're going to take from you degenerate vermin!" shrieked the elderly man, waiving his arms frantically. "You're Pigs, that's what you are, PIGS, nothing but PIGS!"
He paused, arms upraised, and in the silence the tap-tapping of the people upstairs, on their floor, resounded ominously. Lageule and the others suppressed nervous urges to giggle.
The chiefs face was somehow familiar to Lageule, and yet he was not a local cop, of that he was certain. Provincial? Mounted Police? He simply couldn't place it-had he perhaps seen it on television, or something like that? But he dared not opened his mouth to ask, for fear they'd recognize his voice somehow ... as far as he, Lageule, was concerned he was an ex-cop only, had nothing to do with the force anymore ... but legally, he wasn't too sure of his position.
He shifted nervously from foot to foot, wishing he'd remained sleeping peacefully at his place with Jeannine.
"MY DEAR YOUNG MAN!" Lily, in her inimitable fashion, had begun to bellow at the squat, elderly figure, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-"
"Oh, don't we lady? We've got a right to do anything we please to degenerate vermin like you!" the chief interrupted. "Come on, get dressed, all of you-on the double!" He snapped his fingers peremptorily.
"Where's your search-warrant?" said Gwen suddenly. She stood to one side, calm and cool. Her voice sounded strangely level in the charged atmosphere.
"Search warrant, ha-ha!" The chief nudged his companions in the ribs. "The lady wants a search-warrant, ha-ha, hear that, fellas! Hah!" He snorted violently, and began to convulse in laughter. His companions smiled and chuckled in acquiescent amusement.
"Hee-hee," said the one on the left.
"Huhhuh," said the one on the right.
"A search-warrant! A VERMIN wants a search-warrant!" He looked over at Gwen. "Listen, Broad, and listen good, see? I don't need a search warrant. You know why I don't need a search warrant, ya wanta know why? I'll tell ya why. I don't need a search warrant, Lady, because I happen to be P. Hubert Mason, got that? So now you know why I don't need a search warrant!"
He paused dramatically to let the well-known name take its effect.
Gwen stared at him coolly. Either she was a pretty good actress, Lageule thought, or the name meant nothing to her.
Suddenly he stood up straighter-so that was why the face had looked familiar! It was internationally known. But at the same time, it made sense that Gwen had never heard of him! Of course! But what was he doing here?
"Mr. Mason," began Lageule politely, but firmly. The elderly man fixed beady eyes on him. "Mr. Mason, you don't have jurisdiction here, you know. This is another country. This is Canada, Mr. Mason-you have jurisdiction elsewhere."
"Get dressed!" bellowed the man. "That's enough of this back-talk, fella!"
"I am dressed-and it's true what I just said," repeated Lageule, but the chief pointedly ignored him.
Leave it to Lily to take over. She took a deep breath, and for once Lageule was grateful to her expansive and powerful windpipe.
"YOUNG MAN!" bellowed Lily even louder than she had a moment before, "WHAT THIS MAN HAS BEEN TELLING YOU IS NOT BACK-TALK! YOU ARE IN CANADA! AND I WISH TO INFORM YOU THAT MY HUSBAND IS AN IMPORTANT MAN IN THIS CITY, AND NEITHER HE NOR I WILL BE PUT UPON WITH SUCH OUTRAGES AS YOU HAVE SUBJECTED US TO!" She gasped. Harold made a slight flicker of his wrist in front of his crotch to validate her words.
Her manner caught the elderly man's attention. He paused for a moment, and then at his two companions.
"Bernie?" he said uncertainly, "Is that true?"
The man on his left shrugged his shoulders noncommit-ally.
"Al?" queried the chief of the other man.
"I dunno, Chief," responded the man on his right. "I mean, I thought it was Cleveland ... but come to think of it-"
"Yeah," said Bernie, his face suddenly lighting up with a flicker of grim intelligence. "It doesn't look like Cleveland ... "
"Look here. Lady," began the squat leader.
"Look here, Young Man!" responded Lily firmly, as she bent over and took the previous day's paper out of her large hand-bag.
"Look here, can you read? See what it says here, it says Montreal, M-O-N-T-R-E-A-L, MONTREAL!" The elderly man looked at the newspaper, his lips forming the three syllables of the name over and over. Then he looked at his two companions. The man on his left shrugged. The man on his right looked bewildered and pensive.
"Okay, Lady, a joke's a joke-but you can't fool me! You could have gotten that paper anywhere."
Gwen went into the kitchen, and reappeared shortly with a large stack of old newspapers.
"See?" she said calmly, brandishing the evidence.
"Okay, Al, go out and pymheadquarters," the chief mumbled after a moment to one of his companions. The designated man in the beige trench-coat vanished.
The squat elderly man sat himself down.
"I bet you people got a lot of dirty books and filthy pictures around here too, huh!" he commented, eyeing the Day-Glo posters on the way with suspicion.
"Look," said Lily more quietly, but with deep impatience in her voice, "I don't know about you men, but we have things to do! We are supposed to be up in the Laur-entians by supper time! I refuse to stand around here listening to this nonsense any longer!"
"Look, Lady," said the chief, "it's nonsense when I say it's nonsense, you got that? Not until."
All six people sat in silence for several minutes, a silence broken only when Bernie, who was prowling about the room, knocked a tea-cup off the table with the trailing tail of his trench-coat.
"Sorry," he mumbled, looking apologetically at his chief.
Then they heard slow footsteps on the stairs. Slowly the footsteps came to the door. The door opened, and Al slunk in.
"Well," said the chief, "what about all this nonsense?"
"Uh, Chief, I dunno how to tell you this, but it's not non-sense ... " said Al reluctantly.
"OF COURSE IT'S NONSENSE!" shrilled Lily. "I HAVE NEVER BEEN SUBJECTED TO SUCH NONSENSE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"
The chief looked from one speaker to the other in some confusion. "What nonsense?" he asked finally.
"It's true," admitted Al, shrugging his shoulders beneath the voluminous trench-coat. "It is Montreal."
There was a short ominous silence.
"THAT JENKINS!" the chief roared suddenly. "What's wrong with him. Why can't he learn to fly a plane?" Muttering imprecations against his unskillful airplane pilot, the squat elderly man rose from his seat. The two companions fell into place behind him. The three men marched to the door. Mr. Mason paused just before exiting. He stopped, and then turned his entire body around to face the four in the room.
"Okay, people, you got off the hook for this time," he said menacingly, wagging a finger at all of them, "but just lemme tell you this! I'm telling you now, that if any one of you ever sets foot-sets one foot-in my territory-" His beady eyes glared. "So don't say you weren't warned!"
With that final admonishment, he turned on his heel and marched out the door. All and Bernie crowded together after him through the narrow doorway.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Due to the unexpected delay caused by the three uninvited guests, it was dusk by the time the four arrived at the Laur-entian ski-lodge.
"You'll have to see it by daylight tomorrow," said Harold genially, as they entered. He took Lageule's coat. "It's not really a bad place," he went on, "we've got a really splendid-and rather expensive, I might add-view of Mount Chouxfleur."
Lageule nodded, as a polite guest, and crossed to the fireplace, where a log was already in place. He put a match to it, and in a few minutes the fire was burning brightly, cozily.
"Like a drink?" asked Harold, who had crossed the room to the mahogany bar.
Lageule nodded. Soon all four of them were seated around the fire, chatting like old friends.
"You mean, you've really never skied in your life?" Gwen was asking Lageule with amazement, "even though you've always lived in Quebec?"
Lageule nodded, grinning. "In fact, this is the first time I've ever really been in the Laurentians-except for driving through sometimes on Sunday afternoons when we were younger and didn't have anything else to do."
"Well," said Gwen gaily, "I'll just have to get you out on the slopes tomorrow!"
There was a sudden knocking on the front door of the A-frame chalet, a tat-tat-ta-tat-tat-tat, tat!
"Heavens!" exclaimed Lily, getting up from her chair and pulling her Aran sweater more closely over her shoulders, "do you suppose that's Stacy and Bill, Harold?" She went to the door and fumbled with the latch. "But how would they know we'd be here?" she said in a low tone over her shoulder.
Harold shrugged, then stopped abruptly in mid-gesture, as the door flew open, and two people burst in.
"Hi! Hi! We were hoping you'd be here! Good to see you!" they cried jovially and loudly through their mufflings of heavy ski clothing.
"Hi! Hi!" cried Harold and Lily enthusiastically.
Lageule stood up and smiled his most charming smile at the two visitors.
"Stacy and Bill Towers, this is a new friend of ours, Henri Lageule-he's an ex-policeman!" Lily giggled uproariously, "and you remember my daughter Gwen, don't you?"
"Oh my!" trilled the woman called Stacy. "But she's such a big girl now!"
Gwen smiled politely and looked down modestly at the floor. Stacy smiled at Lageule, her teeth white and even in her smoothly tanned face. Bill, tall, burly, with touches of grey hair at the temples, stepped forward and gave Lageule's hand a firm shake.
"Well, well!" said Bill jovially. "Nice to meet you, La-guele."
"Yes," said Lageule, "nice to meet you!"
Stacy was slim, lithe, with rich dark hair which she wore pulled back in a bun. She looked a lot younger than Lily, though the two were probably the same age. Wouldn't mind porking her either, thought Lageule to himself with an inward grin-anything seemed possible in his world now! He wondered how long the Towers would stay.
"Won't you stay to supper?" Lily asked just then, "if you don't mind a bit of pot luck-I'm not even sure what I've got in the house."
"Love to," said Bill, who was obviously a man of opinions, if not of words.
Stacy nodded in agreement. In another few minutes all six were seated pleasantly, discussing with great and jovial interest Lageule's proposed trip out onto the slopes the following morning.
"That reminds me, Bill, of that time in St. Moritz," said Harold, leaning back in his chair and savoring a cigar. "Remember, with your ski pole?"
"Oh, yeah, now I remember," said Harold, after a moment of pensive frowning. "Yeah, that was funny. Only it was on Mont Blanc."
Harold inhaled his cigar. "No, I don't think so, Bill," he said after a moment. "No, I'm pretty sure that it was on St. Moritz. Remember, it was the winter after I was in the Myopia Boat Race."
Bill pursed his lips. "No, it was actually the winter after," he corrected. He turned to his wife. "Remember that Stacy-when I lost my pole in the tree? Where was it?"
"St. Moritz," said Stacy, barely turning her head in his direction.
"See?" said Harold, grinning widely.
"No, I think she's wrong," said Bill emphatically.
"Have another drink," said Harold generously, getting up and crossing to the bar.
They all had several more drinks, and Lageule was feeling a pleasant, heady glow from the liquor and the fire, and had almost forgotten about supper until it seemed to suddenly-almost magically-appear before him. Suddenly the table-in the adjacent dining room was set for six, and they were all sitting down to Onion Soup and a mushroom omelet, accompanied by liberal dosages of wine.
by the end of the meal, as he sat again by the fire sipping his brandy, Lageule had been decidedly affected by all the alcohol he had consumed. So had the others, apparently-they were all talking and laughing loudly, gaily, without restraint or inhibition. Harold and Bill were telling one another dirty jokes, while Stacy and Lily were, it seemed, discussing Womens' Liberation and the patterns of the female sex-life.
Lageule smiled with pleasure at Gwen, who was sitting next to him. Her eyes shone, and she giggled back. Obviously a little tight, thought Lageule-but it was adorable.
Lageule shivered all over as she ran her hand in between his legs, up and over his thigh. Wow! Her gentle and subtle fingers deftly massaged his cock for a moment and then quickly and teasingly drew away. She smiled tantalizingly at him, and folded her hands demurely in her lap.
Lageule's ever-active nuts were tingling all over now, his cock had risen hard and huge. He longed for her to reach out and stroke it again.
"Hey," he leaned over and whispered, "is there somewhere we can go-to be alone?"
She smiled mischievously.
"Wouldn't you rather stay down here and be sociable?" she asked teasingly, dimpling all over.
Lageule shook his head emphatically. After another minute, Gwen got up, moving gracefully in her long hostess-gown. She slipped quietly out of the room.
Lageule waited a moment, then rose and followed her disappearing back. She turned and beckoned him up the stairs.
Lageule was almost panting with excitement now, as he mounted the oak stairway of the chalet. His prick was straining and hungry, longing to be touched and fondled, longing to poke its manly way into her luscious and juicy cunt.
She turned into a bedroom; Lageule followed, shutting the door after him. Gwen was lying on the bed now, a provocative smile creasing the corners of her red lips. Lageule, grinning broadly with pleasure and anticipation, crossed the room to her, unzipping his fly with one hand as he walked. By the time he got to the bed he had hauled his burning erect prick fully out of his pants: it stood upright, stiff, hard, strong.
"Umm, nice!" said Gwen with admiration, as she reached out to fondle his cock. She gave the long pulsating organ several deft strokes, then ran her fingers down below to caress the sensitive skin of his balls.
Her touch sent Lageule ablaze, with frenzied and urgent hunger he threw himself onto her, as she lay back on the bed, his fingers groping, clutching, pulling at her clothing, while his mouth kissed, sucked, caressed.
"Oooh, eager aren't you?" said Gwen coyly, wriggling in the grasp of his arms. Lageule had run his hand up under her long skirt with skill and precision, and was now prodding with his middle finger into her hot, oily, soft cunt.
Gwen arched her back and struggled playfully under his frantic advances, her whole lush, lithe body wiggling and squirming underneath him. Lageule pressed his whole weight on top of her, holding her down under his dominance, teasing her with his male strength.
"Ummm, since you're so eager, why don't I get these clothes off?" said Gwen, still wiggling. Something about the play, his physical strength, had infected Lageule's mood: this encounter reminded him of the last one, that exciting fight with Jeannine which had ended in such a stimulating fashion. Pinioning Gwen's arms, he said in a firm voice, "You'll get them off when I want them off, Baby."
Gwen giggled. That infuriated Lageule. His cock rose higher and his physical exuberance increased. He pressed his body down onto her roughly, almost smothering her with his greater bulk, and then he began to writhe and move about on top of her, simulating the motions of sexual intercourse.
"Ooooh!" said Gwen, in a half-gasp of excitement, "Umm, that feels so good!" She tried to reach with one hand for the zipper of her skirt-but Lageule held her fast by the wrist.
"Not so fast!" he hissed. He was having fun running his naked and sensitive cock against the sheer, silky fabric of her hostessskirt; he wasn't ready to end the novel sensation so soon.
Gwen's wiggling was increasing now, but it was no longer playful. It was rather the supple and urgent writhing of a woman overwhelmed by deep sexual desire.
"Please," she moaned, "Please, I want it!"
"You'll get it, Baby!" replied Lageule, "when I feel like it!"
"Please!" she hissed again, thrusting her thighs upward towards his ripe and naked cock. "Oh, now." She was trying desperately to spread her legs underneath the weight and bulk of his body.
Lageule felt incredibly excited, exuberantly powerful and strong. "You'll get it," he repeated, "soon." Then he slid his body up on hers until his pulsating prick rubbed against her face. "Suck!" cried Lageule, pressing his throbbing organ against her skin.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned, her mouth reaching for him eagerly, greedily. She took his penis into her mouth almost to his balls, his spear sunk in to the very hilt. She sucked vigorously, passionately, with great greedy gulps, bobbing her head up and down and making strangled, gurgling sounds of pleasure.
Lageule thrust himself into her mouth, bracing his legs by the knees, shoving his whole body forward and down from the thighs, pushing his flaming dick into the soothing cozy warmth of her cavity with increasing lust and desire.
As she licked and stroked with her skillful tongue on his staff, his impetus doubled, his momentum increased, until he was making rapid piston-like strokes, and almost ramming his steel-hard rod down her throat. His sense of power, of mastery, was exhilarating, heady, sending increasing waves of joy rushing and crashing through his body.
"OOOHHHH!" he was crying, "GOOD!! GO TO IT BABY!"
"MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFFHHHHH!!! AH! AH! MMMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" moaned Gwen with equal and responsive passion, her mouth full of the juicy meat of his huge and pulsating dong. She sucked him into her mouth firmly, her lips gripping on the sensitive skin of his cock, until she had reached to the very base of his rod. Then, in an inspiration borne of high-pitched female passion, Gwen touched the tips of her white teeth to the soft flesh at the base of his prong.
"AH! YES! DO THAT!" Lageule was almost shouting. He was forcing his prick hard and deep into her mouth, pushing with the whole weight of his body from his taut thighs, as he shoved his burning tool into the reaches of her orifice. Now his pitch of hot excitement was mounting, was uncontrollable; his hands gripped either side of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair.
Suddenly the tingling and quivering in his nuts built up into a powerful series of nerve-shocks, mind-boggling spasms of ultimate passion. He shuddered, stiffened, gave a final lurch into her mouth-and then he could feel the blessed and ritual release, could feel the flood being let loose. Then he sensed the hot spurts of come jumping from the fiery tip of his dick to drown in the soft warmth and dampness of her willing mouth.
Then Gwen, with her usual relish, drank down every hot drop of his sperm-smiling and dimpling up at him, licking her lips like a cat, she gulped greedily on the copious supply of creamy fluid.
"Good!" said Lageule with approval, from his new-found position of masculine power and mastery. "I'll do the same for you sometime, Baby!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lageule, satisfied and fulfilled by one of the best blow-jobs he had yet received, threw himself off Gwen's. body and lay beside her on the bed.
"Yeah, I'll return the favor ... " he said, grinning.
Gwen, smiling mischievously, slid over closer to him, still clad in her silk blouse and long hostessskirt.
"When?" she asked in a deeply provocative voice, her blue eyes sending out promises and invitations for things of which Lageule hadn't even yet dreamed. "When?" she repeated, "Baby?"
The tone of her voice, the mockery in the last word-all these combined to persuade Lageule's cock to begin hardening again, of its own accord, so soon. He reached down a hand, and felt the increasing stiffness in his still-hot and sticky rod. He himself was surprised by his own excessive and marvelous virility.
Gwen, always observant, noticed too. She reached out a deft hand and within minutes, with several graceful and skillful strokes, she had him fully erect again, hot, hard, and ready.
"Uh, good," murmured Lageule, as she moved her hand up to slip his trousers and underwear off. He raised his hips and back off the bed and soon she had him completely undressed. He lay back a moment and savored the tingling pleasure of Gwen's mouth, as it now roamed all over his skin, touching every sensitive centimeter of his body with her lips and tongue. It was wonderful!
"Uh!" he moaned, beginning to writhe from his thighs, while his throbbing cock stuck up in mid-air, longing for a haven, yearning for a hot and juicy cunt.
She gave a flick of her tongue to the base of his rod, slipping it down to lick at his balls for an instant; she moved her head slightly, and suddenly the warm juicy swab of her tongue was running in marvelous and incredibly stimulating circles around the very tip most head of his prick!
He was squirming in earnest now, overcome by the heat of his passion and lust.
"Oh, my God!" cried. Lageule, "Suck on it! Get on it! SIT ON MY DICK! DO SOMETHING!" He threw his pelvis up violently from the bed, yearning for her to part her lovely legs, spread her burning cuntlips, and swivel herself down on the stinging, itching, restless prong of his dick.
But Gwen, with a last swab of her flickering tongue over the slit-head of his ram, smiled up at him wickedly, withdrew her warm and skillful mouth entirely, and rolled over on the bed beside him. She was not even touching him at all now. She merely lay there, smiling mischievously, her dimples tantalizing and adorable.
Lageule was consumed with urgent and all-powerful lust. He rolled over at once, and with savage grunts and cries, he threw himself on her, rubbing his frantic body against her, burying his hot prick in the filmy fabric of her skirt. Then, holding her, still rubbing against her, he began with brutal speed to undress her.
The sound of tearing fabric only stimulated his need more greatly-and he heard Gwen's sigh of excitement as he ripped and tore at her clothing. Obviously, he decided, women, some of the time at least, loved to be raped, to be masterfully and manfully ravished!
"Oh, Yes!" cried Gwen, squirming with mounting eagerness and passion, as if answering his thoughts, "Yes, Hurry!"
She was panting, clinging to him with her lovely and sensual body, and at the same time, with one hand, she was helping him to get her blouse and skirt off.
A few more passionate, hurried gropings, and Gwen's body lay utterly naked before his eyes. Lageule looked at her, at her perfect breasts, and belly, and thighs, at her sweet warm pussy, and his pleasure and passion grew.
"Please!" Gwen was moaning, "Please do that for me! Please suck me, lick me, eat my cunt!" She spread her lovely tanned legs wide, her knees bent.
Lageule kissed her on the mouth, the neck, the ears, the throat, savoring the sweet smell of her skin, loving her long silky blonde hair. Then he moved his head down to do justice to her marvelous tits. He played with each boob in turn, his mouth sucking in as much of the large, creamy orb as he could, while his tongue played with the erect, bobbing nipple. Gwen's passionate moans rose, in a frenzied crescendo of desire, as he played with her lush, ripe breasts.
"OH! PLEASE! NOW!" And she tried to push his head down to the hot ell of itching, throbbing heat at her cunt.
But Lageule was not to be hurried. He played with her gorgeous tits a while longer, then slowly, tantalizingly, he moved his mouth down over the firm flatness of her belly. He ran his tongue over her smooth skin, twirled it in the depths of her navel, kissed the contours of each lush thigh.
Then he moved down to her feet, sucking on her toes, licking at her insteps, until she squirmed and cried out, begging him to stick his hot cock-meat in her cunt!
He moved slowly up her long, silky legs, playing with the well-shaped knee caps, sliding his hot mouth up along the flesh of the inside of her thighs, nibbling playfully at the delicate tissue.
Finally, he was there ... there at the apex of pleasure, there at the center of joy, there at her pussy! He ran his head in between each long leg, and then his mouth began to work on her most sensitive zone. He tickled her clit, he stroked her tingling red labia with his tongue, he sucked with his lips on thos other lips of hers, he playfully nibbled at her twat, and then he slid his tongue, in darting flickers and jabs, far up into the gaping heat of her snatch.
"Oh, Yes! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" It obviously wouldn't need much to bring her to the peak of ecstasy-already her legs were gripping convulsively at his head, she was thrusting her cunt at him, throwing it up off the bed. He sucked harder, he redoubled his efforts, jabbing with his tongue, licking and savoring her sweet, salty fluids. Then he slid his mouth back up to cover her clit, holding it a moment between his lips, vibrating it. Gwen screamed aloud in utmost joy, her knees gripping his head and back tighter, her fingernails clawing into his skin. He moved back to her box, sucking the juicy fluids, probing and prodding with his tongue.
She threw her cunt at his head in a rapid series of heaving climax-spasms, clutching and gripping, crying out and shrieking in her peak of orgasm.
"YES! YES! YES!" she was screaming, "SHOVE IT IN! GIVE ME YOUR COCK! NOW!!!!!!", Lageule didn't need much urging-his balls were on fire, his penis hot, stiff, itching. He slid his body up on her, and without further ado, grabbed his cock in one hand and guided it directly into her hot, oily hole.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she gave a long sob of rapturous satisfaction. Her cuntmuscles gripped his hot, hungry rod, and sucked it in to her, further and further. Lageule heaved and shoved, grinding down on her with his thighs, shoving his hard cock deeper, until it was in to the hilt and his balls slapped satisfactorily against her ripe ass.
She thrust herself towards him in perfect counterrhythm to his frenetic motions, and the pressure, the meeting of their organs was marvelous, incredibly satisfying to both. The balm of her juices flowed over his fiery prick, stimulating him further, tingling on the sensitive skin-so that after a moment, he knew he was on the verge of his orgasm, he was going to climax in another second, come far in her snatch, and then he was coming, coming, coming-shooting wads and truckloads of his fiery cream into her eager, waiting box.
"AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" they both cried simultaneously, in a spontaneous and incoherent expression of animal rut-pleasure.
"Aaaahh!" they heard a voice behind them say gaily and gleefully, "Look what we have here!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Gwen and Lageule looked up towards the door, startled and confused, still in the last stages of climax-rapture.
As Lageule's eyes came back to proper focus, he saw who it was. Naturally, he thought to himself, it figures-knowing Lily, she wouldn't have let the young people alone too long!
"Hi!" said Lily brightly and drunkenly from the doorway, "we were wondering what you two young people were up to!" She stood leaning against the door-frame, holding a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and amused and lecherous smile on her face. She had somehow changed into a low-cut black dress, so that an ample portion of bosom was on display-opulent display.
"Hi, folks, look what we have here! A little poon-tanging on the side, I'd say!" Lilly went on, gesturing with her cigarette hand to the others, who must be in the hallway.
Bill Towers, burly, talkative, and smiling broadly, appeared in the door-frame behind Lily. Lageule noticed that he eased himself closer to Gwen's mother, and rested one elbow casually, negligently, on one of her breasts.
Bill's eyes surveyed the scene before him in the bedroom, taking in Gwen's gleaming naked body, Lageule's still somewhat stiff cock-and his eyes widened as he looked, taking on a clearly appreciative and excited gleam.
"Mother, you always turn up at the strangest times!" said Gwen comically and amicably.
"You know, Bill," Lily was saying, "I think Hippies have more fun than we old fogeys, don't you?"
Bill nodded, obviously too excited to speak.
"In fact, I've been thinking during the last two days that I should consider becoming a Hippie myself," went on Gwen's mother. "I know it would be good for Harold too."
Bill nodded again, eagerly. He was beginning to pant.
"Well, Mother," replied Gwen gaily, "it's all in your attitude, you know!"
"Yes," vouchsafed Lageule, "and I think you have the right attitude!"
"Well," said Lily, simpering, as she began to walk into the room, pulling Bill by the tie, "that's very flattering. Do you think they're right, Bill?" She had steered him almost to the bed.
"Yup," said Bill succinctly, as he began to undo his shirt.
Lily turned around, her back to Lageule.
"Undo me, please?"
Lageule reached up to the long zipper of her dress.
"Sure," he replied, his fingers beginning to move down her lush back, opening the material of the black dress as they went. "Of course, Lily, if you'll do me a favor later!"
"Later?" quizzed the irrepressible Lily, reaching down and playfully flicking Lageule's dong, "why not now?"
"Uh, well, actually, I think I'll take a breather and just Watch you and Bill." Lageule felt a strange, sophisticated thrill in merely being able to say those words-how his world had opened up! How novel and exciting things were now!
Bill had meanwhile stripped down to his boxer shorts, and was now in the process of stepping out of that last garment also. He did so, and then stood by the bed. upright, naked.
"Oh my!" said Gwen with admiration.
"Ooooohhhhh!" said Lily. "Lemme at it!"
Even Lageule was intrigued. Bill Towers had the biggest prick he'd ever seen! It was in full erection, and his huge strong balls were drawn up under his cock, by the strength and upward pull of its shaft. His penis was thick, at least three inches in diameter, and it was a healthy brown, the same color as the rest of his skin. Apparently this avid sportsman sun-tanned in the raw. The shaft of his cock rose into the air, stiff, steel-hard, and straight-rose, and rose, and ROSE! It was immense, tremendous, mammoth, gigantic, enormous-it must have been a foot long! Lageule could feel Gwen's naked body, spread beside him on the bed. shivering in delight at the mere sight of the man's tool.
As Gwen and her male friend watched Bill's cock in fervent and silent admiration. Lily, overcome by her own incredible hunger, began frantically to finger herself. She moved one hand down over the lush round mound of her belly, ran the fingers through her juicy pubic thatch of hair, and then expertly and hungrily slid four fingers in through the cleft and fold of her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she was crying aloud. "Give me some of that goddamn gorgeous cock! Screw me with that prick!"
Her fingers groped madly, crazed with lust-fires, in the sweet wet hollows of her snatch-she ran one finger up to diddle her twat, and simultaneously shot three other fingers up into her boiling, itching hole. Gradually, swivelling her whole body, she was lowering herself further down onto the prong of her hand.
"Good God!" cried Bill, audibly vociferous for the first time, "look what she's doing! I've never seen a woman do that to herself before! Stacy never did that!" His eyes gleamed with screw-fever, his cock visibly twitched.
Suddenly Lageule realized that Gwen was climbing over his prone body. In a flash, the blonde had maneuvered herself over so that she was lying on the edge of the bed, her head on a level with Bill's huge, bristling penis.
"Hey," she murmured coyly and excitedly, "I can't let a thing like that go to waste!" And she began to suck him, vigorously, firmly, skillfully, until she had almost made Bill come in her mouth. Just in time, just as his taut buttocks stiffened as he approached his climax, Gwen drew her mouth away.
"No," she said hoarsely, her voice full of feminine passion, "we've got to be fair-do Mother. THIS time, anyway." And, grinning mischievously, panting with desire, Gwen turned back to the now again erect Lageule.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered. "Anything you want-you just name it!"
Lageule almost came then and there, at the magnificent spurt of excitement that her words raised in him.
Bill, meanwhile, had turned his flaming prong and thrown himself on Lily, who now lay on the floor, groping and prodding herself with mounting frenzy.
"OH MY GOD!" screamed Lily, as the massive, colossal prong shot up into her hot, gaping twat, "SCREW ME WITH THAT THING! SHOVE IT IN, STICK IT IN ME TILL I CAN'T TALK! SCREW ME!"
Bill did. Willingly and vigorously, he obeyed her command. Suddenly, after a few minutes, there was a noise from outside in the hallway-a series of grunts, moans, sighs and sobs, obviously by their very sound the noises of sexual ecstasy.
"Harold and Stacy," said Lily, listening. "Let's tell them to come in." Turning to Bill, smiling, she added, "Didn't I tell you that it would be good for Harold to live like a Hippie?"
