After so many weeks working on the docks, Joe wondered if there couldn't be something more pleasant to life than the things he'd been used to. What about right now, he thought, while I'm still young. I'm not getting any younger ... I should be enjoying life more.
Look at me now, 22 and making a measly $1.10 a week, before taxes. Then take Rodney, he struck it rich dealing, and he graduated from the same class I did. At that time I thought pot was horrible, addictive, and all that. What a sap I was. Now Rodney's got a penthouse apartment that's all paid up for seven years, broads all over the place, and here I am on the docks. I'd better get on the ball and stop this crap.
Just then the five o'clock whistle blew. Joe clocked out and started for the subway. Then the idea struck him to stop off in the East Village and see his friend Jimmy and get some info about dealing.
At Jimmy's, he walked into the hall and rang the buzzer, asked if Jimmy was home and was buzzed in. As he ascended the stairs, he noticed someone's keys in the door on the third floor. His first thoughts were to take the keys and come back later to see what he could get, but he decided not to. Besides, he thought, the only people who leave keys in doors like that are dizzy dames from out of town, and this might be a good chance to get acquainted.
Joe knocked on the door and a sweet voice answered, "Who is it?"
He froze for a split second then announced, "Joe, your upstairs neighbor."
The door opened and a young blonde about 20 years old and well curved appeared.
"Yes," she said with a quaint smile.
He looked at her hungrily and replied, "Are these your keys?"
"Oh my goodness! Thanks a million," she cried. "I was looking all over for them. I just got in from Connecticut, and I couldn't find them anywhere. Oh! that was really groovy of you, I don't know how I could thank you."
"You could invite me in," he said. "I could use some rest, it's been a long day."
"Oh sure, come in," she smiled. "I was just making some coffee, I could use a little company."
Knowing that it was customary to sit on the floor in the village, Joe pulled over a cushion and dropped on it.
"Are you just moving in here?" he asked.
"Well, sort of," she replied. "My girlfriend Irene used to live here. She went back home to Westport, and let me have this place. She was sort of a mixed up kid, and she couldn't dig it down here too much."
"What's your name?" he asked. "Call me Didi, and yours?"
"Joe," he answered.
"Do you live in this building?" she asked.
"Well, I sort of stay with my friend Jimmy upstairs every once in awhile, he's always having orgies and I get to feeling sort of self-conscious, you know, because I don't have anybody to bring. So most of the time I'm gone. Most of the girls I know are pretty square anyway."
"Why? Because they won't go with you to an orgy?" she asked.
"Well," he said. "I dig a girl who is hip enough to have feeling for others that aren't put-on. That aren't out of some fucked up movie script. I dig a chick who can dig total communication. I mean totally, all out, no holds barred. After all, the only thing we're here for is to communicate, and with the pills and all, hell, there's no need for the charade anymore. There's no longer the problem of having to worry about having an unwanted kid on the way just because you wanted a little fun."
"Oh thanks for reminding me." she interrupted. "I have to take mine." She sprang up and went toward the table to her pocket book and pulled out something and retreated to the bathroom. "I'll be right out," she yelled.
He watched her every move. He wondered how long it would take him to get her in bed with him. He mentally stripped her, and he licked his parched lips as he waited for her to return. He thought of the gleam he'd see in Jimmy's eyes when he brought her up to his apartment. If he brought her. Just then she emerged from the bathroom. She had changed into a robe, which was flimsy and transparent.
"Do you smoke?" he asked. "Not really," she replied. "I haven't had anything to smoke in almost a year now. I had a bad experience once with a fellow I was going out with. He broke up with me because of it."
Just then, Joe took out a few small chunks of hashish, a pipe, heated the hash, and crumbled it into the pipe.
"Now, to reunite you with the beautiful world. I don't know who this nut was that you were going out with, but he's probably the biggest head around right now."
"He is," she answered. "As a matter-of-fact he became a dope addict, trying to prove a point to me."
"You mean to tell me that this fellow went out of his way to become addicted, just to keep you from smoking grass?"
"Yes."
"Well, did he start with grass, or did he go right into heroin."
"Heroin." she said. "It was the first and last trip. He didn't know that dope came in different varieties, he thought it was all the same stuff. Sorry to depress you."
"It's hot in here, mind if I take off my shirt?" Joe said.
"No, go right ahead." she replied. Then it was her turn to go off into dreamland.
As Joe drew on the lit pipe and passed it to her, she reluctantly took a drag, inhaled, held her breath and exhaled. Then she began to cough violently.
"That's it!" he yelled. "That's the only way you are assured of getting high. Once you start coughing that means it's about to take effect. Take some more, and this time lightly. Regulate it." But she was nowhere.
She looked at his hairy muscular chest, and through glossy eyes visualized his muscles encircling her. There was something overwhelmingly attractive about him. This she had noticed from the moment she opened the door-his jet black hair; his dark tanned skin.
"You were saying something before I went into the bathroom, please continue," she muttered.
"Surely, your royal highness," he said. "I was speaking about you females, and the different ridiculous bags you get into and out of." He puffed, Ptsf, Ptsf, Ptsf. Then relit the pipe and passed it to her as he exhaled. "One of the foremost reasons," he stopped. "Or let me put it this way, man lives constantly in Pursuit of Happiness, and Fear of Death. Let's take the former, Pursuit of Happiness. Don't forget that nothing can be perfectly good, nor perfectly bad, not even the word perfect. Therefore, you can't have perfect Happiness. However, the closest man has come to perfect happiness, the closest you can come, or I have ever come to Perfect Happiness, has been at the point of Climax, mutual climax, where both partners have reached an ultimate in communications. It is a point where all your emotions, all good, all bad, all evil, all safe, all sanctified, all communicative, become one.
Her breathing had become very hard. "Wow, wow, wow," she said. "Too much, too much."
"Come here and sit next to me, I don't like to feel alone in your house," Joe said.
Didi got up slowly and stumbled across the floor and sat. Her flesh was warm against his. Her head was still spinning and her thoughts were of him, of his strange power. She thought of the strange truth in him and how she had not ever yet known the real feeling of a man. She thought of the impotence of her last lover, the addict. She thought of the warm flesh next to her, encircling her. As she drew on the pipe, the weird taste of hash smoke filled her lungs.
"Mmmmmmmm, that is good," she whispered. "So good, I really feel good."
She looked up at him. He looked back at her smiling, lovingly, soothing her with his eyes. They traveled the length of her body stopping only at the main points of interest. Her lovely young breast, taut against the thin material.
"What sign are you?" he asked.
"Cancer, with Scorpio rising," was the reply.
"What's yours?"
He did not reply, instead he reached around her and took her in his arms. He stared deeply into her eyes, which she soon quietly closed. Her lips parted softly, and he kissed her. Her lips were cool and moist as she responded. Her arms went around his neck as she concentrated. His mouth was now sucking ardently on her tongue. She thrust it into his mouth and withdrew, and went in again, playfully. She loved every minute of it, she caressed his hair and let out a soft moan as his lips parted and kissed her neck, then nibbled at her ear. His body moved to lower her back to the floor as his hand searched and found her soft breast.
She moaned, "Ohhhh ... Ahhhhh", as he squeezed, and then parted her garment and found her warm flesh. His tongue circling in her ear sent a thrill coursing throughout her body like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted him, she knew she wanted him. Her nipple danced in his mouth-if there was any urge to resist it was nowhere to be found. As he sucked on her nipple and his hand strained down her body she arched to meet his hand. Spreading her legs to give him every advantage, she felt his warm fingers outside her silken panties. Her brain was swishing around in her head with delight. She moaned as his hand caressed the outside of her honey pot. He could feel the moisture as she squirmed mercilessly beneath his touch. She felt helpless, deliciously so. She felt his urgency bulging, pressing, and undulating against her outer thigh. Her hand pressed his head to her breast. He took as much of her into his mouth as he could, then sucked and sucked until his lips were back at her taut and pointed nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh ... soooo gooood," she whispered.
Then his hands were anxiously removing her panties. She arched as the flimsy material slid down her curves and lifted both legs as he pulled them off and tossed them in the air. In a single move, his hands moved up the inner parts of her thighs while he helped her out of her top.
There she was completely nude, and beaming gloriously on the floor. She still held the pipe and she drew on it some more in an attempt to bring her back up to the high she once had. It was working. The hashish circled in her throat down into her lungs, and back out as she exhaled into Joe's face. He breathed in the smoke and said nothing. He was acquiring what is commonly known as "Contact High."
Didi closed her eyes again and waited for something to happen. She didn't have to wait long. Joe's mouth was on hers again. He kissed her fervently, biting at her lower lip and sucking on her tongue as he lifted his leg and removed his loafers, socks and now was unbuckling his pants. After that he returned his hand to Didi's breast and began to massage them, squeeze them and flick the nipple between his fingers. He moved his mouth to her neck and bit it numerous times, then down on top of her breast. As he licked at the nipple, he lifted himself up and removed his pants, slowly, then his drawers.
She brought her hand down over his chest, she had the urge to feel every hair on his body. As he lay on his side, he began to roll over on his back with the feeling of her hand on his chest, then moving down to circle her finger inside his navel. A bolt of erotic ecstasy raced to his swollen waiting loins and dispersed at the head of his prick. Down came her warm hand. The pungent smell of his body intoxicated her as she kissed his chest, and her teeth and lips lowered to his belly. She had never done this before. All she knew was that she seemed to live to give him pleasure. At the same time she couldn't help but be overwhelmed at the trance-like state she was in and never wanted it to end. Her hands now touched the hot iron masculine rod of flesh. So swollen was it, so thick, that she gasped at the sight and strength of it. She had to possess it, she had to feel it, and as he nudged her head down she knew what she had to do to keep it.
Joe groaned as her lips kissed the intimate hairs. Then her tongue licked along the bottom of his prick and he could feel it strain far beyond any attempt he could give it himself. This unique taste was something that she had never known before. To give him pleasure orally greatly excited her and it was then that the desire to taste his very vitals overtook her. She was determined to make him climax, and with this thought in mind she lowered her mouth to his balls and started sucking on them, in a lust-crazed attempt to take both of the semen-filled juggling spheres into her mouth.
Joe was going wild with undulations. Pausing only to kneel between his elevated outstretched loins, she grasped him with one hand stroking his penis, while the other kept busy with his balls, she pulled his skin back and like a cow lowering her head to graze, took the tip of him in her mouth. Her tongue circled the crimson head her hands stroked and pulled at his huge penis. She craved for more of that hot meat and plunged her lips down his shaft sucking and sucking as she withdrew. Then she began the rhythm that she once witnessed while peeking through a keyhole and seeing her beautiful mother pay tribute to her father on her knees. His hands reached for her head and lunged his huge shaft stretching her mouth and almost gagging her. Now she knew the pleasures her mother moaned for, as she traded places with her in her mind, but the picture was not complete because she remembered her father standing.
As if he could read her mind, Joe stopped her, and stood up without uttering a sound. There in front of her stood the largest organ she had ever seen or tasted and she couldn't wait to continue. Her hands slipped the cushion under her knees, then moved massagingly up his legs. As her hands reached his swollen member, he groaned. She knew then that it was her master, she was it's slave. She plunged it once more deep into her mouth and moaned as his hands went to her head and this huge phallus gorged in and out of her mouth. Hungrily she sucked and sucked and sucked this hot iron flesh. She moved the flesh back and forth making little sucking noises as she caressed his balls and squeezed them in an effort to bring forth whatever would come.
Joe was in a frenzy. He plunged deeper into the hungrily sucking warm cavem. The feeling of her tongue massaging his prick was almost unbearable. His large hands caressed her silken hair. Then his hands loosened on her head and roamed around the side to her ears. He pulled her by the ears gently and lunged once more deep into her mouth. His prick gleamed with the saliva from the hungry mouth that sucked on it. Her head was spinning intoxicated and addicted to his smell, swell, and taste. Then as his fingers caressed her ear she felt so much excitement that she pulled harder on his prick and could think of nothing but the lewd taste of his semen pulsating down her throat.
He tensed, then uttered, "I ... I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming."
Then she sucked on his prick like it was the only thing on earth, she sucked and sucked and then almost choked as the lurid pungent ejaculation pumped into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked and swallowed the hot creamy liquid that kept pumping out of his pulsing organ.
She felt the warm liquid cascading down her throat, gulp by gulp until she had swallowed it all. Then to his amazement, she continued to suck on him until he was erect again and sucked him dry.
CHAPTER TWO
Joe watched her slump to the floor. She was tired. He knew that a few moments rest would revive her. But he thought of something even better to revive her. He rolled her over on the deep plush carpet that was set on top of two inch thick foam rubber. Then he studied her. Her hair, blonde, silky, her face, clear, smooth, with slightly high cheek bones, but creamy smooth. Her neck, nice, with an air of elegance, and an acute defiance to the kiss. Her breasts, so well formed, part from exercise, part from just pure moon maiden beauty. He studied her curves, all the way down to her flaxen stomach, then to her pubic hairs and on into the abyss that formed a particular v with its slit. He knew how to revive her. He moved her on top of the other cushions he had arranged in a row. Now elevated and waiting she lay quietly, pondering the recent event, wondering what were his thoughts, further wondering what was the nature of the feeling that had bound her to this delicious delirium. He knelt to kiss her breast, but moved to her navel. There he held her as she squirmed under the afflicting darts bolting from his tongue in her navel. His hand moved down to her cunt, and she let out a shriek as his finger dug into the warm wet inner walls of her vagina. It was thrilling, and she waited as he moved himself into position, between her now out-spread thighs. The sight of him vaguely through her glossy eyes excited her, and made her open them wider. Then she felt the warmth of his breath and the touch of his beard as he kissed her inner thighs.
Meanwhile, Jimmy upstairs, after wondering about Joe, who never showed up, turned on his stereo and played some hard electrified symphony for Wendy, the girl next door.
Wendy was a lucious red head, with a well tapered figure, and sort of short. She had breasts that didn't seem as small with her bra off. They were pert and under her shift they jossled as she sat and lit the water pipe. It was filled to the brim with kiff (a substance similar to hashish). The huka (waterpipe) was filled with peach brandy, all of which made for an effectively sweet aphrodisiac. Jimmy sat next to Wendy. She read witchcraft and sorcery and practiced with a cult her mother used to belong to. But what a divine specimen. She was about 21 and full of energy. At times she could be quite a bitch about things.
Jimmy was a medium-built perverse-looking cat. He had jet black, wavy hair, and piercing eyes with thick black eyebrows, and a handlebar mustache. He looked like a sorcerer. A little on the chubby side.
Jimmy paraded around in a 10-inch cloth that Wendy had made for him. She'd been away for about three months and this was their first meeting since she left. She drew on one of the long plastic hoses that came from the weird device. It was made from plastic pharmacuetical parts, ingeniously constructed with face masks at the ends of each plastic suction tube. Wendy put the mask to her face and inhaled the pungent fumes. The taste of peach in the brandy fumes made it taste sweet and cool almost like a drink of peach air. She held it in as long as she could for best effects, then finally exhaled. It started hitting her, she could see Jimmy in circles of faces, continuously moving, spinning, spinning, then she closed her eyes and sucked in more of the smoke. She was feeling good all over. All the while a bizarre, hullucinogenic light played about, one that she'd never seen, not even in the head shops around the village. It was a piece of sculpture made to resemble a cluster of grapes, psychedelic grapes. They hung high on the ceiling, with colors only an LSD trip could bring out. The grapes seemed to appear and disappear as different reds, greens, blues, pinks, oranges, all merging, then stand alone, distinct, each grape with it's own translucent light. Jimmy lowered the light. He knew the effect it would have at a lower level, where the colors made kaleidiscopic figures bounce and sway on the walls.
The music was at a very mellow volume, as Wendy's head kept spinning, smoothly, nothing harsh. Jimmy stood in front of her, as she sat with her eyes now closed on the edge of the couch. He touched her lips lightly with the rubber mask and without opening her eyes she took it and inhaled it, and gave it back. Jimmy took another drag and then focused his attention on the lovely thighs of Wendy. She had grown prettier, he thought to himself, as he looked at her head swooning, and at her inviting breasts that peeked for attention under the shift, he felt his groin tensing, his phallus rising. He touched her lips again with the rubber mask, this time she merely opened her mouth. She felt the rubber soft mask press to her face as she hungrily drew the sweet intoxicant, then removed it. After Jimmy had finished drawing, he exhaled, and she felt, without opening her eyes that the mask was drawing near. Sensually, she parted her moist lips that gleamed in the dark, and it was more than Jimmy could bear.
Full with desire, he removed the front flap of his loin cloth and the cool air tingled against his balls. The sight of her open mouth overwhelmingly excited him. She soon smelled and sensed something near as she licked her lips and felt it touch her nose. Opening her mouth, she felt the stiff sinew of his cock oozing in. At the same time, her hands had touched the rod of flesh. She opened her eyes in amazement, but the odor of his naked loins and the erotic thought of his manhood in her mouth, hot and seething and begging to be calmed was more than she could bear and drove her to a frenzy of depraved craving. Instead of pulling back her head, she moved it further in her mouth back to her throat. Then she began paying expert homage, sucking and licking on his stiff, hard prick, which he unmercifully thrust at her. The thoughts that were going through her mind were of obsessing, of sucking out his nature, then starting on someone else, and taking on as many people that might be present. All she thought of were pricks, fat, skinny, Jimmy's, big, huge, long, flaming hot, cooled, torrid and stiff. More and more, until she couldn't seem to get enough of Jimmy's. Then she visualized it being the prick of Albert, then her father's, then her cousin's then Pet's, Jimmy's Doberman pinscher, then Derrick's, the inventer of those wild lights. She wondered how big he actually was. She had remembered Jimmy overexaggerating about how Derrick always answered the door with his prick in his hand. She had once stared at him there intently to judge the size. He seemed to have a nice sized one concealed there in his pants, not erected. Her hands squeezed and pulled on his balls which hung warm, soft and full of semen.
The sounds of her lips, mouth wet, sopping and sucking on his erected pole, coupled with her tantilizing softly the bottom of his large prick, caused him to feel that the sum total of his sex was being sapped out. Then, in a frenzy of uncontrollable passion, he plunged deep into the warm seething mouth, as he held her head tight, then softly released it. She sucked, and sucked voraciously on his dick, until finally he tensed. Something in her brain exploded as he sent hot spurts of his gunk gushing and gushing down her throat. She sucked and sucked and swallowed. She tasted the acrid lurid hot cream cascading down her throat. It kept spurting and gushing, until the last hot drop had settled down in her stomach. Then she squeezed his balls and one last remaining gush oozed forth.
Just then the telephone rang. Jimmy let it ring for a while, as he recuperated, then he answered it. It was Derrick, he was with a girl named Marilyn and they were on their way up.
"Sure, come on over," Jim said. "Things are just great, oh, by the way, Wendy said hi. You remember Wendy, that went away a couple of months ago, Red Head, Hash head? Yeah, well come on up, see if we can't do a thing, together. See you soon. Hurry." Then he hung up.
CHAPTER THREE
What a stroke of luck, thought Joe. If it weren't for those keys, none of this would be happening. I've heard of good fortune, but nothing ever as luscious as this, she's a living doll. Now to pay tribute to your royal High ASS Mmmmmmmmmh.
Hungrily he plunged his mouth to her throbbing vagina and his tongue snaked out and licked the juices of lust. She wiggled and squirmed the rest of her body, but Joe's strong arms clamped her abdomen to his head. She gave herself up completely to his sucking lips. Wave after wave of torrid electrified volts raced from her brain to her vagina, back up to her breasts, whose nipples were now hard.
Didi's hands reached the head that leechingly sapped her cunt, and stroked it tenderly, pulling it to her at times, then opening and closing her thighs slowly about his head. Her breathing quickened as her pace quickened, and his sucking and licking quickened with every moan or gasp that she uttered in delight. Then she threw her legs up and open wider than they had ever been and abandoned completely to his attack.
"Oooooooahhhhh, please, more, more. Ohhhhhohhhh, I can't take it. Ahhhhhhhahahhhhhhahhhh." Then she convulsed and gave up herself to her climax that rocked the very foundation of her.
The taste of her young, somewhat small orifice, made his manhood stand to a solid erection. He thought of how much larger his big cock was and how he was enraged with the thought of ravishing her. She opened her eyes slowly as she watched him climb up and felt that hard sinew brush against her thighs. Her legs still apart, her cunt wet and seething, now felt the tip of his immense prick nudging for entrance. She slid her soft hand down and upon grasping his phallus shrugged at the thought of him entering her. Where would she put such a bulk.
"Ahhh, Oooooo, Ohhhohhh ... zzzzzz."
His huge cock coursed up her love tunnel and brought down the animal liquids which lubricated his rod. He paused once in her for a second, then started a slow tantalizing stroke, long agonizing piston motion.
"Oh, God! your cunt is tight," he gasped in ecstasy. "Soooo tight, oh, it's so good."
Then, as if awakening from a trance, inflicted by the pain of her cunt stretching around his huge member, she reached up and threw her arms around his neck, and whispered obscenitites into his ear. She would gladly endure any pain, and goaded him on, until his prick was wild with strength and lust, and plunged to the ends of her tight pussy. The pain began to subside, and there they were, with her legs outstretched, and offering completely her most private inner self. He kissed her, deep and long as her mouth opened to let her tongue dart out into his. This sent sparks to his loins, and the thought of his stout member gorging out her sweetness made him lunge and lunge unmercifully.
She wrapped her legs around his back, to give him even more orifice to explore, then with her tongue peeking into his ear she moaned the phrases she knew would set him on fire.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Oh fuck me, Joe darling, Oh, more, Ahhhhhhahhhhahh fuck, fuck, fuck, so big, Oh, soo ... goooo ... ddd, Joeeeeee, more."
His movements were expert, sometimes slow, long and stroking and sometimes fast and gorging. She began to slowly move her buttocks and grind her loins into his. Then as he wrapped his huge muscular arms around her, he prepared her to move in for the kill. She let out a shriek that pierced the room and drove at him with all her might. She only lived to give him the utmost pleasure, and he only lived to bring her to a convulsed climax ... At the same time her thoughts were to take all of him totally, to feel every piece of hair, skin or inch she could. He thought the same as he ravaged her seething, clinging love tunnel.
"Ohhh," she moaned as he gripped her and she felt his loins tighten and stretch her depths. Then the plunge that sent them both in a craze, his scum spewed in hot bolts, burning her churning cunt, then splashing into it with his huge cock. Then another gush followed as he withdrew, and plunged into it, sending the semen searing around his instrument, as more and more spurts caused her to jam her crotch up against him as she yelled, "Ohhhhhhhh, Ahhhhaaaaaahhhhhh" and sent her juices to mingle with his. Her climax was convulsive and multiple, and for an instant they both seemed to disappear. She then realized the feeling of total communication. For then and only for a few short seconds, she experienced, PERFECT HAPPINESS. Her cunt continued to suck on his now placid prick as he slumped on her and with a worshipping kiss, withdrew, exhausted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marilyn was a charming girl of 20. She had long dark brown hair, and a figure complimented by her uniquely formed breasts and her sturdy thighs. Her legs were full and proportioned so as to give instant notice to her taut buttocks. So smooth and round were they, yet very soft and very pliable, as Derrick had discovered earlier that afternoon.
She and Derrick had gone to Central Park row-boating. Marilyn was a student of philosophy. The situation at her home was bad. Her parents kept after her to get married, which would have caused her to deviate from her planned course of action. She wanted a degree in philosophy and had an obstinate determination to obtain it, no matter how long it took. Her visits with Derrick weren't frequent because of her long and tedious studies. However, whenever she could get a chance to be with him she would. He was the only person who never made demands on her. Derrick was different. He believed that if a person truly loved another, then that person would be happy seeing to it that the other was happy. Though he only had one year of college behind him, his conversations always seemed to have a strange effect on her. He had almost a quiet contempt for formal education, not because he disliked schooling, but he couldn't understand, he explained, why is it that a person will wait four years before he'll accept the fact that he's ready to have some say about this world, before he can begin to do something. He would joke, "I could see myself now standing in a ridiculous cap and gown and some idiot handing me a pigskin and saying, Ah, now you can go out and do something about this awfully fucked up world, you have MY certificate on that, and just maybe someone will listen to you. Bullshit Marilyn, plain bullshit!"
She would listen in amazement, then sigh, and say, "You may have a point there, love. But at this point I really don't know what I could do if I were out of school except get a job somewhere."
"We'll take this up at a later date, Genius," he said with a smile. "Right now let's concentrate on us. You know, you have the most magnificent knee caps I have ever seen."
She smiled and didn't answer. She stared at his brown-reddish skin, and watched his high muscles flex as he rowed the boat towards the shore.
"How did you get so muscular?" she asked.
"Dynamic tension," was his answer, as he stared intently at her crotch.
"Oh, that," she replied, realizing fully what he meant. It had been weeks since she had been in his arms. He had called her the day before and mentioned to her that they were going to have quite a full day, and not to expect to be home until very late. He even suggested that she tell her parents that she'd be spending the night at a girl friend's house. The thought of what would occur during this date raced through her mind. She knew that if her folks ever found out that she was going out with a Negro, she wouldn't be able to bear it at home. Somehow this all seemed to cause an erotic sensation. She thought of the time she was held captive in his huge arms, and of how he made passionate love to her as she surrendered to the warmth and rigidity of his body. She thought of his mouth sucking on her breasts, then on her navel, then love tunnel, which had only been entered once in her life.
The boat reached the shore, and she climbed out. He could see, as he stared intently at her round ass, that she had obeyed his request. She was wearing no panties, under her tight slacks, and no bra under her pink blouse. Once out of the boat he took her to the snack bar, bought a couple of beers, then they headed for a quiet spot they had discovered once on their way home from work. They had both worked in a hospital that was near the park.
Once there, he took his jacket and laid it on the floor, and they sat down on it. Her mouth touched his with anticipation. He had the most unique face she had ever seen on a Negro. His nose was straight, and his eyes slanted at the ends. His goatee made him look devilish, and at times she dreamed he might be a devil. She kissed him deep, sticking her tongue into his mouth, and lying back. Her arms went around his neck and the only sounds to be heard were those of the trees, squirrels, birds and her heart. There were few people in the park today, because it was a weekday. She wanted nothing but to be owned by this beautiful man who had made a real woman out of her in one night. This lover who asked little of her except that she free herself and enjoy life.
He had taught her caresses, and showed her places of sexual arousal she never thought existed on her body. Now as his warm hand sought to free her breast from the blouse, all of these places echoed for want of his caress. She remembered how exhausted, yet satisfied she had been after their last encounter. She had stayed at home in bed the whole next day, without going to school. She relaxed and recuperated from the night before. She was content, tranquil and so happy that all of her problems seemed to fall right into place. She knew just how to handle all of them now. This was quite a change, she noted, from the state of mind she had been in before she went to see him. The world was falling in. There was no one to turn to and all the advice she had gotten was inapplicable. She wanted so much to thank him but remembered that those were words that angered him as she uttered them before leaving for the train that night. He scolded her sternly then with a smile he softly said, "Don't ever say those words to me. If you really want to thank me, show me in your actions, in feeling, as I communicate my love to you in feeling, and action." Those words welded in her brain, and now she had the chance to thank him in feeling, through her action.
She took his hand away from her breast and quietly placed it down on that V slit that was now moist and warm as soft heated marshmallow. She opened her legs and undulated in a rhythm that brought a mighty swell to his loins. Then he groaned as her hand stole across his stomach to discover this swollen member, confined to his breeches. She stroked it and it extended in length. She squeezed and rubbed as expertly as if it had been a natural pastime of hers. Her desires now haunted her with memories of what she wanted to do to him, with her mouth, and with her sex. He knelt on one knee now and looked around to see if anyone was near. Her hands were now both busy stroking and caressing his crotch while she sat up to reach him. Able to resist no longer, she stole the zipper down on his pants and unbuttoned them. He cringed as he felt her cool hands withdraw him from within as he had no drawers on. This freedom, the air cooling and tingling his balls, made him sigh.
Startled, she looked and examined his huge dick. She hadn't had this chance the last time, but now she knew truly the bulk that so filled her with delight. It was warm and hard against her cheek. Then emptying her can of beer down her throat, she let the few remaining drops pour out on his erected cock. Then she began to lick it. The odor of his loins mixed with the taste of his cock made her excited. She stroked the huge prick up and down as he squirmed under and into her touch. Then opening her mouth she took him all the way back to the depths of her sucking throat. The unexpected warmth of her mouth, made him lunge at her as he now raised himself and slid down his pants. She kept her mouth fully attentive to the task before her. She raised on one knee and sucked at the man's dick, harder, swallowing and sucking. At the same time her thoughts turned to the surroundings, now confident that there was no one around, and that she was concealed well by the foilage, she withdrew the cock from her mouth and licked the underside. That was one of the tricks Derrick had taught her. His stiff staring truncheon seemed on the verge of explosion, as she again plunged it into her mouth. She started thinking about her father, and how she wished he could see her now, kneeling in front of his hulking black man and sucking at his genitals. The thought of this outrage crazed her, and heightened her desire to be even more bizzare. Derrick could no longer contain himself, grasping Marilyn by her long hair he plunged his huge cock into the white sucking hungry mouth. In and out and in and out, gorging and gorging as she increased her stroking and squeezing of the dependent globes that hung beneath this erected member. Her hands roamed around his pubic hair, and the touch of it on her nose inflamed her. She reached her hand around under his open legs and squeezed his buttocks to force more of him to her.
Her mouth was full to capacity, and could only go half way down this stiff proud prick. Then his hands tensed and shot to the back of her head and her vivid imagination told her what was about to happen. The thought scared her, it also excited her to suck more viciously. So slimming was his cock with her saliva that it shone in the sun.
"Suuuuuckkk, suck," he whispered. Then something exploded in his brain, as gulch after relentless gulch of his scum spurted into her avidly sucking mouth. She hardly had time to swallow when another followed, then sput, another sput and another, she kept on sucking, swallowing, and in her mind she kept saying, thank you, thank you, Ohhh, thank you. Then she sucked him dry as he limply withdrew. She smiled up at him as he bent to kiss her. He lifted her up and crushed her shamelessly to his half nude body. His tongue probbed her mouth, and she sucked on it. Her head was spinning. Then he released her, put his pants back on, and said, "I've a surprise for you."
CHAPTER FIVE
Once downtown, they stopped off at Derrick's house. Their conversation had taken many courses. They talked of drugs, love, sex and fulfillment.
Marilyn, being from a middle class family in Queens, was privy to most of the gross misconceptions about pot, hash, and other intoxicants. She had grown a longing for Derrick, one in which she would do anything to keep him happy. The funny part about it was that he never asked much, and their only difference was that she was still a little leery about trying any grass. Today it was different. Today she had a thirst for a new life, more of that contentment she'd experienced before.
"How much do you care for me?" Derrick asked her in his apartment.
"Oh, Derrick, too much to use any words," was her reply.
"Would you ever do anything to hurt or harm me in any way?" he asked.
"Of course not, honey. Why do you ask?"
"Do you trust me?" he continued.
"With my heart, soul, and BODY, completely," was her answer.
"You've lied to me," Derrick uttered. "How," he continued, "can you say you trust me, and yet have the slightest notion that I would ever do anything to hurt you?"
With that he displayed a piece of hash, lit it, crumpled it into the pipe, then handed it toward her and said in a firm but low voice, "Take this, sister, may it serve you well."
She knew him and loved him, she knew that he would do nothing to harm her, and furthermore, she knew that it hadn't harmed him at all. She knew that it gave him pleasure and she wanted to share it with him.
"Draw slowly," he said. "But firmly."
He lit the pipe and she drew on it. The effects were almost instant as she inhaled, held her breath then exhaled. He spoke to her as she took the initiative to relight the pipe and take another drag.
"Jimmy, should be home about now, I want to give him a call. First, I want to know just what you think of him?"
"I think he's sort of groovy."
She was beginning to feel good, and the sensations were just as Derrick had described them to her. She began to sense a dizziness and then things started spinning, but it all felt quite good. She said she liked the smell of hash better than pot.
"Jimmy likes you too," he continued. "Oh, really, what does he like about me?" she asked.
"Everything," Derrick replied.
"Are you two close friends?"
"Very," said Derrick. "Matter-of-fact we're into a sort of total involvement bag. Sometimes Jimmy and Wendy, Dolores and I get together and do a thing. Squares up in Queens call it an orgy, but as far as we're concerned it's no such filth. Our objective is to get as deep an understanding of one another as humanly possible, just like you and I.
She began to see it all now from a different perspective than before. It was something to cherish, it was sacred and beautiful.
"That's what's in store for you today, kid. Universal Love. Can you dig it?"
She could only nod her approval, as the thoughts still coarsed throughout her mind. He began to strip her.
"Do you dig showers?" he asked.
"Baths are my thing," she said highly.
There she stood completely nude and enjoying her head.
"Wait 'til you dig the sensations under water." And with that patted her on the ass and marched her into the shower. He kissed her passionately, then said he'd be right in.
It was then, that Jimmy's phone rang. Wendy had just swallowed the last gush of Jimmy's sperm.
"Jimmy," Derrick said. "This is MOTHER ... Marilyn and I are coming over, you got any DMT?"
"Wow, is she ready for that already?" Jimmy asked in surprise.
"Why not," was the answer. "We're taking a shower, so expect us in 20 minutes."
"You remember Wendy?" Jimmy asked. "She's back...."
In the shower Marilyn was howling, never before had running water had such an effect on her. Derrick came in, and she jumped and threw her arms around him.
"Take it easy," he stammered. "The best is yet to come, baby."
Joe and Didi were already in the shower, she soaped him down, and he soaped her down, then they embraced and slid, and ground their loins together. Joe's huge erected phallus pushed straight through between her soft thighs.
They dressed, quietly. Resolving to go up to Jimmy's, Joe picked up the receiver, and dialed him
"Hello?"
"What's up, doc?" Jimmy asked merrily.
"I have a neighbor of yours I want you to meet, she's really groovy."
"From where?" asked Jimmy.
"Second floor. The chick who just moved downstairs."
"You son of a bitch! I was getting set to pay my respects to her in a day or so!"
"Hold it, all is not lost, you sap, were coming up. Is anybody there?"
"Wendy, and my friend Derrick is coming over with this fine chick. Hey! Maybe we can do a thing!"
"What the hell you think I'm calling you for?" Joe replied.
"But do you think shell want to ... Never mind, how soon will you be up?" Jimmy asked.
"As soon as I put my cock in my pants. Bye."
Jimmy put down the phone and started thinking out loud. "Wonder how this is going to turn out. If I know Derrick and his bold-assed self, hell probably have you all fucked before Joe and I even get our pants off. But man what I'm going to do to Marilyn. She's got a beautiful collar."
"What's a collar?" asked Wendy.
"That's something you put around your neck. You've got a beautiful collar." And with that he knelt in front of her and unbuttoned the lower part of her shift. She spread her lovely thighs instinctively, and groaned as his mouth captured her warm vagina. His tongue pulsated and tantilized the inner lips as her little love bud rose rigid and ready. She undulated and squirmed her pelvis against his attack. There was no place for her to go as he forced her legs wider and sucked on her clitoris. She heaved and moaned under his caresses. But they didn't last long as Jimmy reluctantly removed his head and said, "That's to keep you on your toes until the witching hour is at hand."
"What would you like to do to Derrick?" he asked Wendy.
That question raced through Wendy's mind.
"I'm not telling," she cried. But the thought could not be freed from her. Just to keep the conversation going she asked, "Who's Joe?"
"You remember Joe, the guy who works on the docks, with the big muscles."
"Oh, that Joe. He's coming here tonight too?"
"Yep."
"Who's he coming with?"
"The chick who just moved in downstairs."
She wondered what this girl would be like, and if she had any hangups. Hangups, they were always the main things to plague a setting and cause a thing to come off not so well.
"Don't worry, Joe most likely briefed her, if he didn't, she'll make out alright or I'll throw both of them the hell out of here."
"What about this chick Derrick's with?" she asked.
"Look, you're sitting there opening up Pandora's Box. Relax, I've got plenty of confidence in Derrick's ability to come up with the right type of head for this setting. Besides, they both called me, I didn't call them, so they must have had this thing in mind."
"They're on their way over?" she asked.
"Yep." Jimmy answered her as he selected one of his best tapes, put it in place, then got out his projector films. He pressed a button and a slide door opened over the head of the large mattress bed on the floor. He set the film in place, and the automatic thread took over from there. Then he went to his cabinet which was filled with jars containing all different types of herbs, including different varieties of grass, hash, kiff, gunghi, chibu-chibu, bottles of LSD, and packets of DMT.
DMT is what Derrick had specified over the phone, and Jimmy agreed that it would be just right for the occasion. His mind was on Marilyn, and her delicious thighs. He hadn't noticed that Wendy had put on a short and revealing blue gown. Her thin silken panties could easily display the silken hairs of that delicious cleft. Jimmy took out a special incense burner. This one had a small fan that blew the smoke about the room. Instead of putting incense he put in two large chunks of kiff. Then waited till it circulated before he lit another burner. This one he filled with incense so as to render the smell of kiff undetectable from outside. He lowered the shade which was fixed to the ceiling, and said, "Come on babe, let's watch this 'til they get here."
She pounced on the bed as the film started. It was in color.
Just then the buzzer sounded. Jim pushed a button that reset the film and turned on the light. Wendy answered the door.
"Well, the return of the princess of the deep," Derrick said as he put his hands on her shoulders and studied her form intently.
"My, my, haven't we gotten good looking?" he said as he planted a firm kiss on her cheek.
"Yes, indeed, we've really gotten cute," Jimmy said as he kissed Marilyn on the cheek."
"Come in, come in, make yourself at home, and take off those ridiculous shoes," were Jimmy's remarks. "We were just about to watch a film," Jimmy said. He pushed a button and then another buzz. Jimmy stopped the film again as Wendy answered the door. This time it was Joe and Didi.
"Hi," said Joe, glaring at Wendy's mode of dress. This constant attention was exciting Wendy.
"Wendy, Jim, meet your neighbor, her name is Didi."
"Pleased to meet you," Wendy said anxiously. "Out of sight!" said Jimmy as he looked her up and down.
"Hey Joe," Derrick said happily, shaking his hand. "How've you been man?"
"OK, I guess," said Joe.
"Well, I don't want to hear that crap. From the looks of our neighbor here, you've been doing pretty damn good," Derrick said complimentingly.
Joe stared at Marilyn and remarked, "Well, well, you ain't far behind at all, my man."
Derrick interrupted, "Joe, meet Marilyn."
CHAPTER SIX
"Didi, Marilyn and Derrick," Joe said.
"Nice to meet you," Didi uttered.
They all sat down in the living room. Joe and Didi sat on the couch with Wendy and Marilyn. Derrick pulled over a cushion and sat on the floor.
"There's some hash in that pipe," Jimmy said.
Joe picked up the face masks and handed one to Didi and one to Wendy.
"Ladies first," he said.
There was hash and kiff in the pipe, both substances that would get a person high faster than grass.
"It's far different from anything you've tasted," Wendy said gesturing towards Marilyn.
"I guess so," Marilyn said. "I've only started smoking today."
"Oh really, corrupting this girl's morals!" Didi asked him jokingly.
"She's corrupt, there's no doubt about that," Derrick said.
"I'm not," she shouted.
Derrick laughed a devilish laugh.
"We were just about to watch some film," Jimmy said.
"Wow, this is really smooth," Didi uttered, as she passed the face mask to Marilyn.
Wendy passed her mask to Joe and told him to hold it close to his face and inhale through both nose and mouth. The sweet smooth liquid air passed through Marilyn's nostrils. She held her breath as long as she could, then exhaled while passing her mask to Derrick.
Jimmy reset the film, pressed a button and it started. Then he moved swiftly over to the tape recorder, and pressed another button, and the music came in right on key with the film. Derrick leaned his head on Marilyn's legs. Then Wendy got up and sat down on the floor next to Derrick. He said nothing as he watched her jutting breasts bounce and perch against the nebulous material.
On the screen, a few things were going on. There was a secretary, who worked in the office of what seemed to be an animal hospital. She was finishing up for the day. At home she laid down on her bed. She had short blonde hair. With her appeared another girl with black hair. They started kissing passionately, then helped each other out of their clothes. They were both built pretty nicely. The blonde was medium height and slim, with well formed fruits on her chest.
The other was built pretty much the same. The one with the blonde hair started sucking on the other's tits, as she moved her towards the bed. Then she moved her mouth down, as the blonde spread her legs and she started sucking on her cunt. Just then a man came in with a huge Doberman pinscher. He quickly undressed and had a hard-on that was fat and long. He went over to the other side of the bed where the brunette's head hung low and he stood in front of her. She reached up and stroked his huge rod and the camera focused on his balls.
Derrick could feel Wendy next to him in the dark. Jimmy had gone and sat between Didi and Marilyn. On the screen the man had pulled the brunette's body towards him, so that her head hung more off the bed. Then still stroking him she pulled and lowered his dick until he pushed it into her mouth. His lean muscular body started a slow fucking motion in her mouth. She sucked devouringly at his huge cock and wiggled her buttocks as her girlfriend's tongue probed and sucked on her cunt.
Jimmy then reached over to the low coffee table and took another pipe. This one looked somewhat like a space gun. It had a small bowl at the end and a handle that was round and transparent. There was peach brandy in the handle, and a face mask at the other end. Marilyn's head was spinning, but she couldn't keep her eyes off what was happening on the screen. The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the bed still sucking on the huge penis that plunged in and out of her mouth. The mask somehow added an erotic tinge to all of this. Derrick handed the pipe to Wendy. This time Jim had put some DMT on top of the hash. DMT has a weird pungent smell. As this smell touched Didi's nostrils she tensed and a weird sensation coursed throughout her body. Joe put his hand on her shoulder, and soon she felt it massaging her pert breast. Wendy sucked on the pipe and noted the change in the contents. I'm going to get fucked up, she thought. Then she handed the pipe to Derrick, and let her hand fall carelessly on his lap. Derrick handed the pipe to Marilyn. He knew it was the DMT he had suggested, and he knew just what it would do to her. Not taking her eyes off the screen, she inhaled with all her might. Her head really started to spin.
"Try to fight it," Derrick whispered.
Wendy tried, but that only heightened the feeling. Everything was spinning. Wendy could not keep her eyes focused on the screen. She closed her eyes and let go, halucinations of pricks danced around and around in her head. Her balance was not in control, as she felt her head slump on Derrick's shoulder. He put his arm around her and continued to watch the screen. His hand unmistakably rested on top of one of her breasts. He glanced at times at Didi who moaned under the pressure of Joe's hand on her bosom. On the screen the blonde had gotten off the bed and was sitting on the floor in front of the huge dog. She stroked him as he sniffed at her, then she moved her hand to his pink penis that was protruding out of its sheath. She stroked and stroked until his huge pointed prick was coming out further. He nudged between her legs, and she lay back. He began licking her thighs then uncontrollably, she opened them and let the monstrous dog lick deep into her cunt. The dog was in a frenzy of desire. Her cunt was now wet with drool from the dog's tongue as the camera moved in for a closeup. Didi was now moaning as Joe's lips kissed her neck and his expert hand freed her from her blouse. She did not care anymore who saw her, as a matter-of-fact she was rather proud of her beautiful busts. Then she pushed Joe's head down and clamped it there as he sucked avidly on her teat.
The blonde was in hysterics in the film. She writhed and undulated and seemingly yelled.
Marilyn who was trying to stare intently at the amazing sight of erotica right before her eyes, and was now getting a taste of what Wendy was feeling. DMT is more powerful than hash or grass, however, the effects though strong, very strong at first, tend to die down, but leave the person very, very weak, only able to barely move their head. The moans from Didi every once in a while caused Derrick to look at her. He stared at her beautiful breasts. Just as Wendy was opening her eyes, they focused on Jimmy, whose hands were now busy squeezing Marilyn's breasts. There was nothing she could do about it, even though she had tried to resist. She had tried to resist in her mind, but then noticing Wendy's hand moving on Derrick's lap, she got hot and wanted to do the same. Wendy now stared so intently at the film, as she watched the girl push the dog away, then kneel at the foot of the bed. There sat the man at the edge. While the brunette kissed him, he pulled the blond's head down to his lap and made her suck his big cock. Then the dog, his prick now extended to a length known to no human being, climbed on the beautifully rounded waiting ass that was offered to him, and immediately began pumping. The blonde had to stop sucking to guide the pinscher's huge prick up her love tunnel, and when he lunged he apparently hit deep in her vitals, because she seemed to shriek. Then as the dog fucked madly in and out of her now stretched cunt, she resumed her sucking and filled her mouth with the man's cock. The man lay back on the bed so as to give her mouth more of a command on his sturdy pole. She grasped at his balls and manipulated them as her mouth hungrily sucked and slurped at his cock. The brunette was now sitting on his chest and he sucked and licked at her pussy, and dug his face deep beyond the lovely hairs to her small protruding clitoris. She was busy massaging her lovely breasts.
Meanwhile, Derrick had laid the voluptuous Wendy down and had his hand on her breast. Her hands went to his thighs, unbuttoned his pants and captured his huge hot prick in her hand. She stroked and squeezed as if to make him come right then and there. Her hand then visited his hairy balls. She squeezed them tenderly. Meanwhile, Joe had removed Didi's skirt and had her legs propped wide and up. She was completely naked as his warm breath sucked the sweetness of her hardened clitoris. She struggled against the wild desire to close her legs about the bearded face that was ravaging her puckering lips. They were a happy group, Marilyn was beginning to understand further the beauty of knowing LOVE. She was not afraid of Jimmy, because he wanted to Love her. She knew that before the night was over she would have been in the arms of each of them. She lifted her head and threw her arms around Jimmy's neck and kissed him passionately. She wanted to feel his hands on her as Derrick's were on Wendy. As Joe's were on Didi. Then she thought of how Wendy's hands were on Derrick. She wanted to feel it too. She slid her hand softly down Jimmy's belly. The hairs on his chest tickled her hand, he leaned back as her hand moved over his loin cloth to her hand as she gathered his prick with the cloth and squeezed and rubbed it up and down. She wanted to possess it, and reached for the elastic, soft material, and pushed it down. Jimmy arched to help her as his erect penis sprang back and waved a couple of times in the air. Then her hands tossed the cloth aside. She kissed his mouth, then the hairs on his chest. All the while sliding her hand up his hairy legs til she reached that burning hot rod of flesh. He gasped as her hand closed around his swollen balls, then ascended up his pole, pumping as it went. It seemed to glow crimson red under the colored light from the movie projection.
The dog was still plunging his cock into the seething wet vagina, he was going slower, making long withdrawals then plunging and bouncing three or four times deep in her cunt. She was still sucking and massaging his high cock.
Marilyn wanted to trade places with the girl and Jimmy with the man. She stroked and stroked as he sucked on her breast. The dog was pumping wildly, and she was undulating to meet his thrusts, she was insane with desire, as was proven by the way she sucked at his dick. Her red lips pursed around the swollen member and one could see her tongue lapping along the bottom of his scrotum as she withdrew.
Jimmy's head was going down from her breasts, to her stomach. Kissing and sucking at her beautiful skin, then circling his tongue in her navel, licking at the tiny silken hairs and contours inside. His hot breath coupled with the excitement on the screen in front of her brought fire to Marilyn's abdomen. Then his tongue lowered as he began to slide out of her hands onto the floor. Just then the brunette was groaning, groans came from Didi's mouth. Marilyn was becoming dizzy with delirium, as Jimmy's lips kissed and nibbled at her inner thighs, while his hands caressed the silken hairs of her vulva. She moaned and squirmed, while the man on the screen was tensing, as the blonde out of her mind sucked, and sucked and sucked up and down on his huge prick, every time the dog's rod plunged and gorged her sopping wet love tunnel. The dog went faster and faster and she sucked harder and harder and Jimmy's teeth inched higher and higher as Didi moaned louder and louder, then....
"Ahhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhhhh," Marilyn moaned in climax, as Jimmy's tongue dug deep into the open and waiting lips of her vagina.
The man's prick jerked and sent gush after gush after gush as the blonde sucked and swallowed, sucked, sucked and swallowed until her throat resounded. Then the blonde jerked up in anxiety as the dog shot his seething hot sperm into her vagina and was still pumping, agitating and tantalizing all over her. She convulsed over and over, as Marilyn screamod
Wendy gulped down Derrick's lewd spurts of scum, that were being pumped into her mouth, while he held her hands above her head, and plunged into her mouth. Wendy, on her back, tasted the lurid sperm and mixed it with her saliva then swallowed deep. She was still sucking when he reluctantly pulled his limp prick out of her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Meanwhile, the dog had started on the other girl, the brunette.
The blonde was lying on the side of the bed exhausted. The brunette, after raising her head from between the man's thighs, went and sat on the cushion on the floor, then lowering her back she spread her smooth perspirant thighs up and out. The dog smelling her began to lick up the insides of her legs. She squirmed then moaned as she felt the dog's hot tongue begin to lap at her insides. His coarse tongue moved faster and faster as she grasped at his head and extended her thighs. Then the dog moved his tongue upward over her stomach. The camera then focused on his tremendously long and fat cock, staring straight and accompanied by a high sack containing two dangling balls. He looked at her with a glare in his eyes that she couldn't dispute. She stared at the stiff battering ram that had just finished gorging her girlfriend. She wanted to feel it, and lifted her knees up high. She rubbed her open wet cunt along the bottom of it. Then jumped in surprise as she felt a hot tongue licking and sucking at her puckered anus.
The man took the huge cock of the dog who was now beginning to pump, and raised up the girl's ass. The other girl held her down as she began to squirm under the feel of this pole insinuating between her buttocks. She yelled as the big dog lunged into the now extended flesh of her asshole. He gave her no mercy and soon the expression on her face turned to one of passion. The huge stout member was in her up to the hilt.
Marilyn wondered what that must feel like. The dog began fucking faster and faster, and out of the contracted belly. He seemed to have enough energy to fuck her a thousand more times, and she felt she was being fucked a thousand times better than she had ever been before in her life.
The man then turned his attention to the blonde who was still recuperating and slumped on the bed with her knees still on the floor offering full view of her most secret parts. The man knelt behind her and began to lick at her inner thighs, then stuck his tongue deep into the swollen pained lips of her thoroughly used vagina. She winced at the contact, but he held her and spread her buttocks. Then started licking at that little opening of her asshole 'til it was wet and pulsating. Standing up, he guided his large erected phallus at the slimy wet puckered hole. He takes her hands and places them on either side of her firm buttocks and she pulls them apart, offering greater entrance to the broad shelving head of his member. He inserts slowly but forcefully. His stomach is glued to her ass as his balls slap merrily at her thighs. She begins to push back and the camera catches glimpses of his powerful tool swooning in the lubricity of her enclosed guts. She is undulating on the instrument that is gorging at her ass, while the dog continues to sodomize frantically into the blonde's asshole with his monstrous cock. Her legs extended and her buttocks being rocked by the thunderous fucking, caused her juices to trickle down and lubricate the swollen rod as it splashes deep back into her sucking ass.
As if now awaking from a daze, Jimmy reaches for the pipe, refills it with hash and lights it. He hands it to Joe after taking a drag then pulling Didi's smiling face to him he exhales at it, while she inhaled. Then while she is still inhaling Jimmy places his hand behind her head and their lips meet in a kiss that startles Didi, but she does not resist.
Meanwhile, Joe reaches over to Marilyn and starts kissing her. Her tongue goes deep in his mouth and he sucks on it, while his hands manipulate her warm and pert breasts. Her taut nipples leaped in his hand and caressed the palm. The elasticity of her warm flesh amazed him as she moaned and heaved her breast under the pressure of his fingers. As he bent his head to suck on her torso, he noticed the box containing a special massaging instrument. He left Marilyn for a minute and went to get it.
In the box was a device that was made of rubber, that was long and sturdy. It had a plastic box and straps for the hand. Joe now sitting on the other side of Marilyn, took some more hash, coated with DMT, then lit and handed it to Marilyn. She held it to her mouth, she wanted another taste of that intoxicating peach air. The mask sucked to her mouth, she inhaled the sweet smooth cool fumes and for a longer time inhaled until she had filled her chest. Then before she could exhale she felt a searing dizziness course through her brain. Quickly she handed the pipe to Joe and he took a small drag and put it down. Marilyn laid down on the couch unable to move, she felt as if pressure were pushing her forcing her deep into the cushion, spinning, spinning constantly spinning. Joe noted the effects then began kissing her inner thighs, one of which dangled on the floor, the other he raised. She felt his hot mouth covering her vagina, then his slick tongue sent chills through her. She was unable to move, trapped, she could do nothing but spin and enjoy the tantalizing effects of Joe's soft beard and hungry mouth between her legs. Then she screamed as his tongue darted into the wet puckering asshole and whirled and swished around. While her head was still spinning she felt an object pointing at her small but open anus. She thought of the dog being above her, and of his hugh prick waiting. She raised her ass up even more, so that now holding her two knees to her chest she offered her ass to Joe with no mistake. She felt the vaseline lubricated pole begin to ooze up her anus. Deeper and deeper it went, as she moaned at the searing pain. When the phallus had reached her up to the hilt the burning was unbearable, and yet she wanted it. She wanted to feel Joe's big cock in her, just as she had seen it plunge in and out of Didi. She was not aware of the fact that Wendy and Derrick were standing there watching her, she couldn't even open her eyes, she was so high. Her body shivered and quivered as the muscles of her buttocks seemed to open her to the warm, hard phallus that was plunging into her. Once it reached the depths of her she moaned and heard a murmur of vibration when the hugh pole began to oscilate inside her. She became afraid as she realized that it was not Joe who was in her. Then the rate of this thing pumping into her increased. She opened her eyes and saw Derrick, Didi, Wendy, and Jimmy all staring down at the instrument, that was now impaled inside her. She tried to pull away but Jimmy held her legs open, wider.
"Fuck her, fuck her good," were his words as she now got a glimpse of the monstrous phallus that was sodomizing her. She couldn't move, and then she thought of her father. If only he could see her now. This new erotic thought branded her brain, she wanted it now, pain and all, she would endure anything.
"Ooooohhhh, what is happening to me," she moaned. "Ohhhh, it'ss ... goooooooood."
She writhed her buttocks out to meet this massive penetrator of her no longer virgin ass-hole. She gave up her young body to the bizzare instrument in an uncontrollable frenzy of pure lust.
Then Jimmy standing in front of Didi offered her his erected prick. First she stroked and explored the naked skin, the opening her mouth she guided it in. Gently scoring it with her lips she thought to herself this is the second time I have taken a man's hot meat into my mouth and I still feel that I must possess every throbbing inch of him. Her hands reached and stroked the long cock, and squeezed his balls. He sighed in contentment as he sent his sperm cascading out into her warm mouth. She had not expected that so soon and gagged a little. Without taking him out of her mouth, she sucked and moaned until she had drained every ounce of his semen.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Doberman pinscher's huge prick was plummeting at the brunette's ass-hole. He was wild with rage, and his tongue lapped at her pointed nipples, which were reaching for the sky. Then in a move that took a split second the blonde reached for his huge member, on its way out, and plunged it into her seething throbbing vagina. This new contact caused the dog to rage as he fucked much, much faster. Her legs she spread in abandon. She arched and ground to meet this fat prick which could go but so far into her belly. Her arms were extended wrecklessly over her head, she was being taken, and she loved it. Just then she seemed to yell as the dog's white sperm bubbled up out of her sucking cunt, down past and into her burning anus. She wrenched her hair, racked with pleasure and her head rolling from side to side. Jim could see that the monstrous prick was pumping pint after pint of greasy come into her love tunnel and groaned as he spurted his sap into the hungrily sucking mouth of lovely Didi.
Marilyn was going nuts with the feelings of this inhuman machine abusing her buttocks. She convulsed, and had a multiple climax. Wendy who was busy stroking both the erect cocks of Joe and Derrick, guided Derrick's cock towards Marilyn's mouth, now wet and open resulting from the moans she uttered. Then placed her mouth over the stout member that tensed in the other hand. Just as she sucked avidly at Joe's prick, Derrick lunged his huge cock deep into the sucking mouth of Marilyn who was at the same time sucking with her ass on the torrid quick fucking dildo, that sodomized her vitals. A shiver of convulsive delight came over her. The big black cock that she sucked on was now spurting as it had done earlier that afternoon, filling her mouth with his acrid sperm as she swallowed intently and reached up to squeeze the last drops of his semen out into her suctioning lips. Joe at the same time groaned as Wendy could taste hot spurts of scum filling her mouth, and she sucked hard on his long stout prick. Wendy swallowed Joe's sperm and sucked on his prick until it was rigid and aching for new attention.
The tool in Joe's hand was still pistoning in and out of Marilyn's ass when Joe removed it.
"Ohhhh ... please don't take it out," oooooohhhhhh ... don't, it feels so good. Aaaaaahhhh" she yelled as Joe, now kneeling between her lovely extended thighs pushed the pistoning phallus back into her ass, then shoved his own scourging cock deep into her vagina. This double barrel agitation nearly drove her out of her mind. Marilyn had four climaxes before she finally felt Joe's hot meat spewing gush after gush of his semen fluid deep into her belly and removing the instrument from her ass-hole, which now had been opened wider than ever before. They lay limp, in each others arms, slumped on the couch.
Joe rose and went into the bathroom. He returned to find Didi, kneeling at the end of the bed and Marilyn was doing likewise. They had decided to see by contest which couple could last the longest, and which could climax the quickest. Wendy watched with interest, as she saw Derrick's prick lubricated only by the juices of Didi's cunt, pose to rupture her puckered anus. She had never taken it up the ass before, but the thought intrigued her, besides, if Marilyn could do it why couldn't she? With that thought in mind, Didi reached back and grasping firmly at her buttocks spread her legs, and offered her provocative white ass to the hulky muscular Negro. He pulled at her ass as if it were mere taffy in his hands. Then with a deep breath, he lunged forward and lodged his stiff cock up to the hilt in Didi's posterior. She shrieked, and thought of changing her mind. She didn't want it anymore, how could she bear it, she thought surely that he was splitting her in two. Her groans were not the only ones to be heard. There, kneeling next to her, was young Marilyn, with Jimmy's belly glued to her ass-hole. This was the position he always dreamed of having her in but never thought it would come true. The time of longing and wishful thinking was ended. Jimmy remembered how every time Derrick had mentioned Marilyn, he had gotten hot. She was lovely the first time he laid eyes on those beautiful young thighs of hers. Where in hell did she meet Derrick? What was it that she saw in him, and more so, how great it would be to feel her flesh. Now he gorged immorally into the warm walls that sucked with lubricity about his erect cock. He stared at her hair fallen on the couch. Then one look at voluptuous Didi and the huge black dick that tamed her and made her maon, heightened his libido. He pulled Marilyn's soft cheeks open, and lunged so powerfully that she shrieked with passion. Now all of the nerves were centering on that one flesh rod that was once again making a woman out of her. It was hotter, much hotter, and didn't keep any set rhythm. She wanted all she could get, and began to rock back as his dick plunged forward. Her moans she couldn't keep from escaping her lips. She had forgotten all about the contest and was only interested in making him come, and feeling his manhood spurt into her all the flames that now engulfed her sucking mouth. There was a glint in Derrick's eyes, somewhat similar to that of the dog in the film. He tore at Didi's now willing ass with all his might. His mind was still on the contest, he would make her climax, from sheer sensation of his being in her. He left nothing up to her will and she understood that from the way he clamped her in his vise-like grip, and neverendingly assaulted her ass-hole with his huge hot cock.
"Isn't it good?" Derrick managed to ask.
"Yeeeeessss, oh! fuck, fuck me, harder, fuck...." were the words Didi moaned.
Only a few hours had passed since she had moved into her apartment. Now she was giving herself willingly to his sodomization of her puckered anus. The mere thought of what he was doing to her virgin ass made Derrick shudder. He knew it had never been penetrated before, he could tell by the tightness of her as he withdrew completely, then lunged into her again. This time her shrill ecstatic voice penetrated the air. Never before had she known the enjoyment she could receive there. She had come to know and love his every stroke, and never wanted him to stop. Then pumping mercilessly at Marilyn's jutting ass, Jimmy looked over at Derrick and grinned. They slapped each other five as both girls gasped in climax at the same time. They pumped even harder not stopping for a second, each trying to outdo the other, and at the same time causing the girls to convulse in pleasure and anguish, at the pricks that impaled them so expertly.
Meanwhile, Wendy was busy interesting the strong dock worker in her charms. She didn't need a sales pitch to convince him. She had swallowed his sperm in her mouth, she had felt and tasted his hot flesh in her mouth. Now she wanted to possess him totally. She wanted to give him something in return, and she couldn't think of a better gift than herself. She kissed him deeply as her hand stroked his crotch. It was hot in her hands and pressed close to her for comfort. Standing there in Joe's arms sent thrills down her spine as his hands squeezed and molded her shapely buttocks. She felt his finger tips caressing her cunt which was wet with excitement. Then his finger instinctively dug into her sucking little anus. She moaned as the rest of the room was silent. All that could be heard were the soft whimpers of Marilyn and Didi and the flesh that slapped against their eagerly sucking asses. Joe's head now moved down and his lips captured the luscious nipples of Wendy's young bosom in his mouth. She moaned and rubbed his head as he expertly sent rapid spats of fire straight down to her naked loins. Then he lowered her to the couch next to Marilyn. His lips were on her stomach as his tongue corresponded with his teeth to taste of her white flesh. She sighed a deep sigh and extended her legs as she felt his beard caress past her vulva, and then the lips, oh! the lips that captured her little erect love button and sucked on it, made her abandon her wide open cunt that was throbbing under his sucking. Just as she reached the point of-climax, she pulled his head up, and almost immediately felt his large protruding cock forge a path up her that she welcomed by wrapping her arms around his neck. He went deep into her.
Now it was his turn to make someone scratch and convulse under his will. He was determined not to let anything she had done be of her own will but his, even her climax. She somehow sensed the order of things as she gave up her body and shivering soul to this massive fucking machine. He was hot inside of her and she undulated to meet his every thrust quickening her pace to meet his, then opening her legs wide as he started that agitating slow stroke. Those strokes that drove girls crazy, with the cock pulled out almost completely just caressing the love button, then plunging back in again making her feel every delicious inch of him. As the moans and sighs from Didi and Marilyn built up so did the frenzy in Wendy. With her sopping wet cunt sucking on his prick better than her mouth had done, she tried to wait, to hold out for more, more than she had ever held, but her heavy breathing and her soft sighs caused Joe to have little mercy on her now racked cunt. Then it began to happen, the groans from Marilyn got louder. The groans from Didi got more seductive, the obscenities Wendy once whispered now seemed to sum up the feeling of the whole bunch as they got louder and louder. "Fffffuck, fuck me, Joe ohhhohhhh fuck me, give it to me, Ohhh, Aaaahhhhh."
Didi jerked in spasms as Derrick's lewd gunk gushed into her ass, splashing everywhere throughout her body, then gorged by his still spurting still rigid cock.
Oooooohhhh, Jimmy you're zooooooohhhhh gooooood," Marilyn cried as his scum squirted and filled her belly until she felt the hot liquid spill out and run down her extended tired thighs. Wendy was next to yell, being able to contain herself no longer.
"Fuck meee, Joey. Ohhhh that's it. Oooooo aaayyyyhhh Fuckkkkk...." Were her lewd words as she felt his huge prick pulsating his creamy thick injections deep into the seething depths of her vagina.
She had gotten what she wished for. She was tasting him fully and had given fully of herself. He, now quite satisfied, removed his slimy prick, and roughly gouged into her open unexpecting ass-hole. Heightening her climax, she shrieked and clung to the author of this delicious ruin. Juices from her cunt trickled down the stretched burning hole as it sucked on the huge cock now mastering it. The prick like a piston went in and out of the undulating burning sheath and did not stop until Joe groaned and sent his burning greasy sap gushing deep into her belly.
CHAPTER NINE
They all sat and listened to the new tape that was playing, tired but refreshed. Didi sat with Derrick's head in her lap and Marilyn with Jimmy's head in her lap, and Joe and Wendy on the floor. They passed around the pipe which Jimmy filled with chibu-chibu, a strong South American "Up Up And Away Grass.' The effects are an elatedness that just makes everything seem just dandy. Nothing wrong with that, just don't let it get monotonous. Anyway they smoked through the pipe, which still tasted of good peach brandy.
The music was symphonic but the rhythms were really boss. Jim reset the film then put away the screen. He turned on Derrick's lights.
"Wow," Joe exclaimed.
"Weren't you saying something about light a while back, Derrick?" asked Marilyn. "No." he said.
The luminous cluster of psychydelicized grapes hung from the ceiling. As they smoked the chibu-chibu their conversation grew thicker.
"Do you like them, Joe?" Jimmy asked.
"I think they're out of sight. Where did you get them?" Joe replied.
Didi and Marilyn couldn't keep their eyes off them.
"What about you, Didi, what do you think about them?"
Sensually, she replied, "they're beautiful."
"Where did you get them?" Marilyn asked.
"How deep have you gotten into the man you were with this afternoon?" Jimmy asked Marilyn.
"Pretty deep," she replied.
"You should spend more time with him."
"With who?" Joe asked.
"Derrick. Derrick made these," Jim said.
Derrick grinned and said to Marilyn, "That's the surprise I had in store for you."
"You made these?" Marilyn exclaimed admiringly.
"Yep," said Derrick.
"Hey!" Joe replied, "This is really boss, Jimmy."
"What is?" Jim asked.
"The way we all fell in so nicely, especially the girls," he chanted as he squeezed Wendy's breast.
"Does it always turn out like this?" Didi asked.
"Hell no," Jimmy said. "This is a once in a life time situation. So hold on to this moment and treasure it. Sometimes, we've had a few that were good, but they never involved more than two couples. This is excellent, does anyone have to leave soon?" Jimmy asked glancing around.
"Well what time is it?" asked Didi.
"About seven-thirty," replied Joe.
"Sit down, you're not going anywhere. The world outside is full of hate and killing and lunacy, I'd ... We'd be out of our minds to let you go from this LOVE to THAT."
"Well thank you, you really have a way of making a person feel wanted." cried Didi as she kissed Derrick on the cheek.
"Well then," Jimmy said. "Let's have some food, let's have a small banquet. With about five dollars from each of us, we could have a feast."
They all went for their respective pocket books and wallets and each produced a five-spot.
"Splendid," said Jimmy smiling.
Then the conversation turned to who should go to the store. Just about everyone started talking at the same time. Then Derrick stood up and said, "Wait a minute, no bad vibes allowed today. When a woman is given a command it becomes a task. However, if you leave the buying to us men, we'll probably come back with cookies and milk, and beer. Nothing that would suit your girlish fancies. Now, when a woman goes shopping on her own, cooks on her own, she does it with a certain amount of love that is not paralleled anywhere."
The girls were beginning to dress as Derrick finished.
"Besides, they in their (TLC) tender loving care will get what is best for each of us. Go then," he said handing the money to sweet Wendy, "and arrange us a Love feast."
There was no more to be said. The girls walked out, swimming on top of all the compliments, bent on obtaining each male's favorite food. The fellows sat back down and jokingly began to smoke some more.
"That was a neat little rap, Mother," Jimmy said to Derrick. "I wonder what the hell they'll bring back?"
"Don't pay it any mind. Wendy knows what you eat, and Marilyn knows what I eat. What's the situation with Didi?" Derrick asked Joe.
"I don't know, I only met her a couple of hours ago."
"Is that right?" exclaimed Derrick in surprise.
"Yeah, but I'll eat whatever she brings back, I'm a regular garbage can when it comes to food. I don't think there is any kind of food I won't eat," replied Joe.
"Well fine," said Derrick. "Now that is settled, what else is on the agenda?"
They were all silent for awhile, then Joe broke the silence.
"You know Jimmy, I've been thinking seriously about going into dealing. I was on my way to see you about some do's and don'ts when I ran into our neighbor."
"She's nice," Jimmy replied.
"Yeah," Joe said. "Anyway, what about it?"
"Oh, dealing." Jimmy said. "Nothing to it. Just make sure you have the clientele before you buy, and it'll save you a lot of headaches. Then whenever you can, buy in quantity, this way you can give good count. That's very important when you first start dealing. The next thing is to always have some on hand in case there is a shortage. Never deal to anyone you don't know, and almost never transact by phone. With a reputation for good count and availability at hard times, you'll begin to get a steady flux of customers, but no matter how much he wants, don't sell, unless you've got a really good lawyer. If a person who always buys nickel or dime bags from you all of a sudden wants some enormous quantity you haven't got it. Keep your quantity small, and you won't have any problems getting rid of it. Besides, the police aren't interested in small fish, they want the big guys. They can't make any change by busting small people. They make their dough by shaking down the fellows who traffic large quantities Anything else you want to know?"
"Well, not right now. I'll have a few questions for you later."
"Any time," Jimmy said.
"Man," he said, turning to Derrick. "I got to compliment you. Marilyn has got some ass. It felt like heaven in there, I'll definitely have to have another go at that, when we've finished eating."
"Do it and eat at the same time," Joe laughed.
"No, I'm afraid I might catch a cramp," Jimmy replied.
Derrick's thoughts were on Didi. She had the tightest little ass he had ever fucked. Her buttocks were soft as if they never sat on a hard thing in her life. They even had a cute little dimple on the left one. He assured himself he'd have another go at Didi, too. He had known her lust, now he wanted to know her love. She was quite a passionate girl. They all were in their own little way.
Didi, a native of Westport, Connecticut, came from a rather wealthy family. When she had reached the age of thirteen her father died in a plane crash. He was a wealthy broker, and left enough money for her and her mother and sister to live quite comfortably on. During her high school days Didi didn't do much dating. She was still shaken over her father's death. They were very close. As her junior year in high school progressed so did she. She learned to put the thoughts aside and seek more enjoyment out of life. This was advice given to her by her mother.
One day, upon coming home from school early, she took off her shoes and went upstairs. As she passed her mother's room she heard the sounds of someone moaning and moving on the bed. She quietly knelt by the cracked door and peeked in. There was her mom with her shapely legs up in the air, and some fellow was nude and glued to her bottom. The side view was excellent. Then in her amazement she saw this fellow withdraw something that protruded from his belly. It was stiff and fat and long. She knew right away what it was. She had seen a couple of pictures in the library but never anything like that! She couldn't take her eyes off it. It was monstrous. It glowed from the recent penetration. Then without warning he lifted her mothers legs up and held them to his shoulders. Then he plunged with a force that Didi herself felt as she heard her mother shriek. She wanted to go in there and pull the man off her mother, but then, as this man thrust murderously at her mother, her sobs turned to sighs of pleasure, and the words that poured from her mother's mouth still rang in her ear for days.
"Ohhhh, Bob, ohh, ahh it's been so long, sooo loooong since I felt a real man in me, faster, faster darling, ooooohhhh, it's soo good, so deep...."
Didi felt a strange tingling sensation all over her as she watched her mother's vagina swallow up all of the oversized hot dog that plunged into her. Though pinned as she was and crammed full of that delicious rod, her mother began to move her hips in a rocking motion that caused her ass to smack up against this lewd machine that impaled her. He backed out slowly then would plunge in and gorge at the sucking sweetness of her mother's naked loins which were offered to him as if for sublime sacrifice. She did not leave until she watched her mother in convulsions of happiness, as his huge prick quivered and jerked while he stood still. The man groaned too then let her legs go and collapsed on top of her mother's goddess-like body.
Her first encounter with any form of sexual experience after that was after one of the school dances. She was dating a senior, and after the dance they drove towards her home but turned off at a deserted road and drove deep into the woods. They had had a few drinks, and were feeling good.
She didn't protest because she didn't really want to go home, and anyway she admired the fellow she was with. He wasn't from a wealthy family, and had lived in Brooklyn most of his life. He was muscular, and reminded her a lot of Bob, her mother's boyfriend. He stared at her strangely upon stopping the car. The next thing she knew she was in his arms, his mouth on hers. At first she was startled, but then succumbed to the pleasure of his warm arms. She hadn't been held by a man since her father died, and she wasn't going to let go. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and before she knew it he had his hands on her breasts, squeezing her, and causing her pert nipples to tense and stand erect. She was becoming ever more aware of the woman in her. But she wasn't going to give in without some form of struggle to assure him of his not abusing her or mistaking her for a pushover. She pushed him back and said, "Let's go outside, it's hot in here."
She opened the door to the car. He got out on the other side after he watched her ass move out the other door. The air was warm and there was a hot summer breeze floating through the air. He retrieved a blanket from the trunk of the car and a bottle of wine, and two cups and some bread. They sat together on the blanket and listened to the crickets as they drank. He looked at her. Her silky blonde hair, her cute face, then her young breasts, that he had just caressed, and then her thighs. She was filling out nicely. He finished his wine, capped the bottle and put it aside out of the way. Her thoughts couldn't help remember that night behind the keyhole of her mother's room. She glanced down, then her eyes trailed from his shoes to his legs, then up until she noticed a bulge in his pants. Instinctively she looked at him. He had been watching her. Then he took the rest of her drink, gulped it down and pulled her towards him as he threw the cup away. The wine was causing a dizziness to come over her and he rolled her on her back and kissed her deeply. Then his hand began to caress her hair, her ear, her neck, then he went to her blouse. He unbuttoned it and she shivered to feel his warm hand on her stomach. It traveled straight down past the elastic of her skirt, under the elastic of her soft panties to her silken hairs. She moaned and thought to stop him but the sensation was too great. Then when his hand touched her virgin lips, it sent thrills all over her body. He made that same caress a couple of times then removed his hand and reached around her back and unhooked easily her bra. Then he removed both blouse and bra. She slid without opening her eyes. The air brushed sensually against her nakedness. Her nipples leaped out to meet the hand that was now firmly on them, then he kissed them His hand now pushed and pulled at the elastic of both her skirt and her silk panties. On the way down she arched up to help the fine material slide down the curves of her thighs. He slipped off her shoes and there she lay, completely nude. A virgin, her flesh had no marks. She was creamy smooth and the sight of her made him cover her with his body. Then insinuating a knee between hers, still with his pants on, he ground against her. She was overwhelmed, kissing him deeply and opening her thighs a little as her virgin slit now addressed his concealed manhood. Why was it taking him so long? He rolled away, still kissing her, he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants. Dropping them he slid his hand up her slightly opened thighs and caressed her virgin slit. Then he sat up and took off his shirt and drawers. She opened her eyes, and gasped at the amazing protrusion from the hairy patch of his belly.
"Here, do not be afraid, touch it, touch my chest."
Then she felt him take her hand in his and draw it to his slightly hairy chest. It was warm and strong. Then he traveled her hand down and kissed her, leaning her back just as her warm hand visited his erect penis. Then squeezing it out of fear and want of pleasure of his hand that was again caressing that virgin slit, she felt a finger enter and touch her still intact hymen. He was excited by this contact, and she winced in pain. He lowered his mouth to her breasts. Still his hand made juices flow from her cunt. The visit of his finger was beginning to please her. He knew just what to do to take away all of her fears. Then kneeling intently between her now opening thighs he pushed her legs up so that her virgin slit was neatly presented to him. She took one last gaping look at the instrument she thought surely would split her in two. Then she shrieked in pleasure as she felt his hot mouth and tongue licking deep into her wet seething cunt. The feeling was far beyond anything she had ever felt before. She clutched at the head that was sucking her heart right out through her virginal cunt. She writhed and undulated as she had seen her mother do. She couldn't get enough of this mouth. His teeth were nibbling at the sweet young virginal lips, while his tongue licked around then sucked on her little love button, that was extended and stiffer than ever. She gave herself up in reckless abandon to the boy whose head clamped to her voluptuous young sweetness.
"Ohhhhohhhohhhohh," she moaned in climax that multiplied in wave after wave. He felt that it was time, and struggled to free his head.
"Ohhh, don't stop, don't stop, Pleeeaase don't stop," she moaned. As he lifted himself up then...."Aaaaahhhhaaahhh, ooooohhhhaaaaayy," was her scream that pierced the night, as she felt the knife-like object plunge through the walls of her vagina, splitting her and rupturing her taut hymen. This large prick lodged deep and filled her virgin cunt, which clamped tightly around the member of her attacker. He stayed still for a minute, then kissed the parched lips of the lovely young deflowered girl who sobbed under him. He slowly withdrew and plunged in again. After a few stroked and feeling her virginal juices mixed with the blood ooze out of her tight cunt, she began to feel the pain subside, and uncontrollable pleasure began to wind through her body. She thought of the stiff penis that had first excited her as it gorged in and out of her mother. She offered herself willingly, now feeling all of her sensations being summoned down to the task at hand. So delicious was the feeling of this stout member wet and hot, sliding to the depths of her young cunt. She felt the lips extend and suck on this monstrous instrument. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and began to move her buttocks and spread her thighs. His cock found even more room now as he went deeper into her sucking waiting cunt. She couldn't get enough of it and his groans exhilarated her desires. Then uncontrollably she moaned the words she had waited so long to utter....
"Ohhh it feels so good, fuck me, fuck me, ohhahh," Then she tensed and climaxed and yelled as she felt boiling hot spurts of his sap gush deep into her sucking cunt. Gush, gush, gush, her belly was filled to capacity with his vital spew, that now oozed out between her thighs as he slowly withdrew, and kissed her. Luckily for her she had just finished having her period, there was no chance of pregnancy. He took his handkerchief and wiped the juices, sperm and blood from between her now womanly thighs. They waited a little while, then discovering his color rise, she stroked it gently, squeezing his balls and then rolled over and opened her legs invitingly. The invitation was not refused. Before the night was over she had masterubated him and received him and his burning semen spurting rod five times. She had had at least twelve climaxes to his eight. She got home exhausted but satisfied.
The three girls were now inside the shopping center. Their conversation had taken a few changes. They were talking about the beautiful way everything had gone. They were enjoying themselves as each went out of her way to think unselfishly about what to buy and how much to spend.
Marilyn was thinking of what Derrick had been saying to her earlier about enjoying herself. This was the way he wanted her to be. Pleased. That was the look in his eyes as she left. He had winked at her a couple of times, and smiled at her approvingly as she left for the food.
CHAPTER TEN
Marilyn was born in Brooklyn, and raised in Queens. Her parents were middle class Italian. Her father was a stern fellow who always seemed to rule with the iron hand. Her mother was indescribable. She changed her whims like the weather. When Marilyn was a little girl about the age of eleven she became a tomboy. She was always running and jumping and climbing trees. She would also fight, if necessary, with the boys in the neighborhood. She got a reputation for being tough. Who would have thought that by looking at this innocent baby-faced girl that she had such a rough past. After a few years in high school she finally started to tame down and realize that girls just weren't made that way. There were men around to assume the role of protector. This was some of the nature of her teachings as she passed through high school.
She then turned all this energy and drive towards her studies and spent little time socializing. Her first sexual encounter was with a man at least twenty years older than she. Marilyn was just turning nineteen and was going out with a writer named Bill. She was infatuated with him. He seemed so wise and protective.
One day while at his apartment he offered Marilyn a drink. He said she didn't have to take it if she didn't want to or if she was afraid of her reactions. She took it confidently, saying bravely that she made all the decisions for Marilyn and was a big girl now. With that he put down her drink and took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She responded by putting her arms around his neck and letting him slide off the couch and lay her back down. Then kneeling by her, lips glued to hers, he began to massage her breasts with his hand. She made no move to stop him. She had resolved that she had been a virgin a long enough time. Besides, she was in love with Bill, so she thought, and his gentle hands and manners comforted her from being frightened. He loosened her blouse, and pulling on the thin strap of her bra, he lowered it off her shoulder, and kissed her there. Then his burning lips on her cool flesh, moved to her breasts. The commotion that was going on in Marilyn's brain when she felt his hot mouth sucking on her bosom could not be explained. She didn't want any explanations. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She buried her face in his neck.
When inside he stood her up and kissed her deeply letting his searing moist tongue explore her mouth. She sucked on his tongue and squirmed her body agains the stirring bulge in his pants. She knew what that was, and she wanted to see it. She wanted to possess it. For the first time in her life, she wanted to feel the male anatomy she had often read and studied about. She was in her second year of college, and this was the first time she felt this way about anyone. She wanted him. So to encourage him, she let her hand slip down his side and started to caress the burning flesh beneath his pants.
"Ohh," he groaned. "You're going to get in trouble kid."
She blushed and said, "Let's."
He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her so strongly he took her breath away. His hand had worked her skirt up and was now going around to the front of her. Her breathing became tense and quickened as he massaged her in that area. His warm hands caressed the outside of her flimsy panties, then she gasped at his hand slid down and rubbed intently with one finger in the virginal slit. She could not contain herself. Her head was mellow and dizzy. She was feeling so good she could have let him go on forever.
She parted her legs in order to give him fairer play. He pulled at the elastic and let it slip down her legs. She kicked off her shoes and her panties that he crumpled at her feet.
Then his hand unzipped her skirt. Down it fell. She stepped out of them looking like a teenage messenger from Venus. She watched him as he took off his shirt then his pants and shoes. As he stood there in his drawers she stared intently at the high protrusion under the material. She couldn't wait to see it. He lead her toward the bed and laid her down on it. He immediately resumed sucking on her pert young torso and she moaned and sobbed in sweet pleasure. His hand now worked in circles descending to her navel then to the soft moist pubic hairs and down to that virgin slit. His caress on the most sacred part of her sent waves of delicious shock throughout her body. She moaned and writhed and opened her legs under his insinuating hand. Then she sobbed in pain as his thick finger pushed against her hymen. He realized that she was telling the truth; that she truly was a virgin. He didn't want to go any further, but her hand now freeing his manhood from his drawers made him quickly change his mind. He continued to caress lightly her vagina. She was now emitting juices that wet his fingers as he rubbed the little clitoris which now peeked out for attention. He moved his mouth down to her vagina, then spreading her legs as far as they could go he stuck his hot tongue into the open pink slit and slurped around until he had to stop to pull Marilyn back into position on the bed. The sudden feel of something foreign yet so pleasureful in her vitals was far too much for her to take standing still. She writhed and moaned in ecstasy as his mouth now sucked hungrily at her virgin cunt. Then taking his head up from there she moaned, "Ooohhh Bill, do it, please do it to me."
He knew what she wanted and her voice made his loins stir 'till they both might explode any second. Then kneeling between her thighs he stooped his stiff stout member and after rubbing the head in the inside of her pouting juicy wet lips he pushed forward firmly and let his member sink deep into the thermal pudding of the girl.
"Aahhhahhh," she moaned as he gorged deep into her virgin cunt. The pain was extreme, and she was really hurt, but she didn't want to spoil it for him. So she endured his palpitating thrusts, until the pain began to subside.
From all the exercise and running around she had done in her earlier days, it wouldn't take too much effort to break through the thin membrane. It was stretched quite a bit anyway. His huge cock now sucked deep into her. Then placing her arms around his neck, she began to move and undulate under his thrusts. He plunged on now unmercifully without regard for her tender slit. He was going to put a man in her for the first time. He was going to make a woman out of her. Marilyn clung to him, reacting to his every movement. She wanted to feel him all over her. She was swooning in delight, as she hugged the author of this delicious ruin. Her breathing quickened and his pace quickened as they entered into an upward bound swirl that had to end only in an explosion.
She felt him tense, then out of her mind with desire and lust, she threw open her legs, as he lunged so, so deep, then spurted his burning sperm deep into her wildly sucking virgin cunt.
"Ooohhhh, ahhhhh," she moaned in orgasm.
Spurt after spurt penetrated deep into her each one hotter than the previous. Then they lay slumped on each other, without removing the now placid cock from her slit. In a little while, she felt him swell in her again. And they continued.
Before the night was over she had swallowed his hot sperm in her throat at least three different times, and felt his semen gush inside her cunt five times. She could hardly get out of bed. Once home the next day was harassing. She had to answer to her stern father who was shouting to the top of his lungs about her being out so late. She was beginning to despise his manner. She continued to see Bill however, on and off whenever she could break from her studies. Bill had a few other older women friends and Marilyn had not had too pleasant encounters with them so she stayed away from his place. Then he told her that he was going away to Fire Island for the summer and would call her when he returned. He made it clear that he intended to do everything and anything his whims commanded, and to her that surely included sex. After his vacation he didn't call her at all, for three months, but by that time her fondness for him had begun to dwindle. That's about the time she met Derrick. Again new dimension of life was beginning to open to her.
On their way back to the house the girls talked about what they wanted to do. Wendy who was the most forward, chanted, "How about us picking up a whip on the way back, girls?"
They all laughed and wondered if Wendy really meant it. Did she?
"What did you think about Joe?" Didi asked Wendy inquisitively.
"Oh, he's divine," she replied. "I hope to continue from where we left off."
"What about Derrick?" Marilyn asked Didi.
"What pazazz," she replied. "He's got some body."
"I think they're all quite cute," Wendy uttered.
They had about ten dollars left and decided to stop off at a nearby liquor store and pick up some good table wine, and possibly a little more peach brandy to put into the pipe.
Joe, Derrick and Jim were still sitting down when they returned.
"OK," cried Wendy. "Time to feed the hungry little bears. Doesn't Derrick look like a little Teddy bear?"
"Yeah," Marilyn added.
Wendy was born on the lower east side of New York. She had lived there most of her childhood life. She had witnessed and been a part of the whole Bohemian thing. She was the daughter of an incestuous rape on her mother by her uncle.
It was believed by their family that Wendy's mother was mentally ill. This was caused by her refusal to stop her ardent belief in witchcraft. She felt that she was uncontrolably bewitched. At times she would be gone for long periods during which her family went in circles trying to find her. She would return and explain that she had gone through a mystical trip beyond the supernatural realm of man. They would force her to go see a psychiatrist, but she finally ran away and was involved in a raid on a speakeasy one night.
She wasn't doing anything illegal though, and the police released her to the custody of her uncle.
He was young, in his late thirties, when she was yet nineteen. It was the night of her twentieth birthday that he and she spent together. He had brought her champagne and cocaine. He started getting very high, almost drunk and became boisterous. He commanded her to perform some sort of witchcraft, but she replied that she had to be in the right state of mind. With that he took her and slapped her hard a couple of times across the face. Then he took off his belt and began to whip her. She sprawled around on the bed under the hissing blows and cried when they landed leaving red traces across her body. Then he tied her to the bed spread-eagle. Her body formed an X on the bed with ropes holding her wrists and ankles that offered the most provocative pose. He ripped her flimsy gown that he had just bought for her into shreads, and she lay sobbing before him naked.
He resumed whipping her and commanding that she perform witchcraft, but she was too weak to answer. Then his blows landed on her stomach and on her still virgin cunt, for up until that time she had had little or no contact with the opposite sex, for fear that they would still make fun of her as her family did. He loosened the ropes on her ankles and cried, "Since you can't perform any witchcraft on me, I will perform some sorcery on you." With that he divested himself of his robe and stood before her with his stiff erected phallus staring up at her.
Then climbing between the two thighs, that were too hurt to protect her, he lifted her legs and pread them. He was mad with desire, he plunged deep into her virgin cunt. She screamed a scream that pierced the countryside. They lived in the suburbs away from neighbors. When he withdrew the blood came up and gurgled out of her seething vagina, and trickled down to the sheets. Then in again he plunged this time lodging this large prick up to the hilt of her cunt.
"Now my lovely niece, meet Thomas, the tool that will open you for all the pricks to come in you. Feel how he fucks you, feel, feel, my virgin niece, I have taken your virginity, you are fucked, fucked, fucked, Ohhhhhhh," he groaned, "Now I'm coooommmmming, I'm coooming deep inside your sweet untouched body."
She gave herself up as his seething hot sperm oozed down to her vitals and mixed with the blood of her torn cunt. He ravaged her for the rest of the evening, forcing her to sit on the side of the bed and suck at his cock until he spat his sap down her wildly sucking throat. He turned her over and had her kneel at the side of the bed. Then taking some vasoline and lubricating his pole, he nudged at the puckered anus, then dug deep into her ass-hole. The pain was too much for her, but she was clamped down as his huge muscular hands tore at her buttocks. He forced it up to the depths of her until his belly was glued to her ass. Then he started his murderous sodomizing fucking her ass-hole. The lips of her ass clung to his big cock and sucked hard as he withdrew slowly then gorged in again. Now he quickened his pace.
"Now lovely niece, feel my magic wand coursing deep into you."
After a few moments she felt his greasy hot semen pump into her ass. She was wrecked, her ass-hole now streched to a capacity she couldn't believe possible. Late that night she slipped out of bed, packed her things and fled to the East Village. There she found that she was pregnant, and nine months later Wendy was born.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Wendy got older, about the age of eighteen, her mother told her the gruesome tale. By now she had come to regret ever leaving her uncle. She was better off there. She had gotten involved with all sorts of activities, both sexual and occult. At the age of thirteen Wendy had her first sexual affair. This occurred while she was upstairs at her neighbor's house. She had been growing fond of a young Puerto Rican named Renaldo. Every time she passed him he used to grab her ass. One day she grabbed back at him. He chased her and she ran downstairs to her house. She didn't have time to lock the door, and ran and hid in the closet. He came in and started looking for her. The apartment was six rooms large and had many places to hide in. Then he heard a noise. Locking the door, he returned to the living room. When he yanked open the door of the closet and found Wendy there. He went in and closed the door and started wrestling with her. Then he twisted her arms behind her back and turned her in front of him. With one hand holding her he took her face and kissed her. She responded, to his amazement, then he felt a tongue in his mouth. It was hers, and he sucked on it. She squirmed close to him and he let her hands go. He was now reaching around and gathering her small rounded buttocks in his hands.
"Mmmmmm," she said. "You kiss good."
With that, he kissed her again. Then feeling the warm bulge between her legs, she reached down and pulled at her panties. She lifted her legs and let them slide off her bare feet. She had young developing breasts that pushed lightly against his chest. Then she lifted her skirt up around her waist and ground her naked loins on that bulge between her legs. He was on fire.
He had done it to a couple of girls before, but both times against their will. They were older too, but she was just right. The sudden feel of her hand rubbing at the outside of his pants made him shiver. He put his hand down, then realizing her skirt was hiked up he reached for the warm depth of her. She parted her thighs and allowed his ardent fumbling finger to enter her. She had mastrubated before, and had felt other girls finger there, but this was different, this was heaven!
He unbuckled his pants and let them slide down. Then his shorts. When he stood up again he pulled her to him again, she let his warm young cock, stiff staring, slide in her hand. It was beautiful. He kissed her on the neck and sent chills down her spine. Then she shoved his cock between her legs, and ground her naked loins on his. He felt the wetness of her virgin cunt, as the silken hairs and lips kissed the top length of his prick. Heavy with desire and fearing that she might not truly want him, he grasped the top of her head and forced her to her knees. With her eyes closed she descended to the floor, and did not open them until the pungent smell of his naked loins penetrated her nostrils. Without waiting for any command, she reached for his erect penis and stroked it as she had seen it done in stag films her mother's boyfriends used to watch late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. Then thinking only to give him pleasure, she licked at the acorn shaped head, down along the sides, and to-his slightly hairy balls. She caressed his testicles and sucked them into her mouth hungrily as he moaned in ecstasy above her. Then tracing back along the now pulsing burning flesh, she opened her lips, and took his tool deep into her mouth and her longing to taste every bit of him was fulfilled. Wild with passion he thrust his naked cock deep into the sucking mouth that addressed it. After she thought he could take no more, she opened the closet and let him out to the couch, with his prick still in her hands. Once there, she sucked on him again, then lay back and spread her legs and said, in a youthful voice, "Do it to me Renaldo, please!
While she still massaged his cock he knelt in between her thighs and after a few fumbling slips she guided his tool to its quivering mark. His prick forged a deep searing opening and plunged past her virgin hymen. She yelled, but he did not care, he fucked away like mad, as if he felt she would stop him or something would stop him. She strained under his thrust. She knew just what moves to make, she had witnessed them enough on film. There was one film that was her favorite, where she watched this one girl getting fucked and watched her expert movements, then at the last moment, he pulls out his prick and turns to an open mouth of another girl and spurts into it thick creamy white slime. She wished he would do that to her and undulated as she forgot about the pain. Hers was a fervent effort to bring him to a climax, something like the ones she used to receive whenever she masturbated but much more. His pace quickened and her movements expertly matched his until she finally gasped and felt his hot liquid spurt into her. She knew it was the same as what she had seen on the film but it scalded her insides with its heat.
After that they got up and she made him promise not to tell anyone and they could do it as many times as they wanted to. That didn't prove too long a waiting period. There he was knocking on her door after supper. They stole down to the basement, the only deserted place in the building. This time she sucked on him until she could taste and swallow the sweet creamy juices that pumped from his developing young cock.
The next day she realized that he didn't keep his promise, because his cousin came to her door in the afternoon and told her that Renaldo wanted her, and that he was in the basement. Even though she suspected something she reluctantly went with him. Once in the basement he closed the door and locked it. Then she called to Renaldo, there was no answer. She went down the stairs and called again, still no answer. Then she shrieked as she felt strong hands grab her and pull her down to the floor. A light then flicked on and there stood seven boys, part of a gang that Renaldo belonged to. She screamed, and the leader smacked her across the face, then he pulled a tight rope around her neck and said that is she made a sound he would choke her to death. They made her take off all her clothes. In a way she was being reminded of her mother and the men in some of the films. They took turns, as she was commanded to kiss each of them. Then before she got to the last one she felt other bodies caressing her naked lovliness. Someone was grinding into her back and she could feel them on her sides and stiff sinews all around her. Hands and lips busied themselves on her body. Then one hand on top of her head forced her down and while on her knees they all circled her, their swollen members pointing in radius at her. "Suck," was the command from nowhere. As her mouth closed over it, the others cheered her on. Somehow the nasty smell of the place and all the different bodies intrigued her. She wanted to taste the sperm and cock of each one, and she didn't have to wait long. The fat slimy cock squirted gushes of warm milk into her mouth. She swallowed, then alertly moved to the next one. The cheers were getting tenser. Goaded on by the voices that shouted lewd obscenities at her she wanted to suck each one until they were too exhausted to do anything to her. She crammed all she could of this next cock into her mouth.
By the time she had reached the last one she was exhausted, but the end was not near. The leader, who had the biggest cock she had ever seen on a boy of seventeen, made her straddle his naked loins as he lay on his back on the bench. Then adjusting his prick to the small hole, he grasped her waist and lunged up as she plunged down. This made her let out a groan and the boys cheer. Then crushing her chest to his, he placed his hands on either side of her soft buttocks and plunged her up and down on his stiff hot pole that stretched her cunt in width as well as in depth. Nearly out of her mind with the task now before her of trying to make him come in her, she was only vaguely aware of the finger that was caressing her small puckered anus until it dug into her causing shocks to trace through her young impaled body. Then she felt the coolness of someone's finger forcing something greasy into her ass. The fellow who was fucking her now quickened his pace. He raised and lowered her slamming .into her with all his might. Then she felt two foreign hands pulling on either side of her buttocks as the broad head of some stiff coated object pressed for entrance.
"Ooooooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh," she screamed.
She was the victim of someone's monstrous invasion of her ass-hole. She had never felt anything like it in all her life. She couldn't help but move to accommodate this fiend that was forcefully sodomizing her tender ass-hole because the prick in her cunt was moving in and out at a rapid pace. After a while she really began to enjoy it and began thrusting to meet every inch of burning flesh that was ravishing her. Then someone lifted her head, it was Renaldo. As Wendy opened her mouth to say something which couldn't come, he forced his large swollen dick deep into her writhing mouth. The thought of bringing all of them to a climax heightened her to unbelieveable crazes, she fucked and sucked, and fucked and sucked with her ass, with her cunt and with her lips and tongue, in a frenzy that had her nearly out of her mind. All of a sudden at the same time she felt as if she had disappeared as hot spurts hit at her from all angles, and kept spurting. Even as these spurts began to die down she felt more hot liquid leaping out at her into her back and buttocks and even down the side of her face as others stood around and ejaculated on her naked body. She screamed and licked at that which was pouring down the side of her face into her open waiting mouth.
After a brief period of rest she had to suck the rest of them to erection again, then the next three took her. One in her cunt, one in her ass, and one in her mouth, she had to masturbate two with her free hands and put them to her ears as they ejaculated one in her mouth, one in her ass, one in her cunt, and two at the same time in her ears. She hollered as the hot gushes in her cunt, ass, and especially her ears seemed to crush her brain to the size of a pea.
She got home at about ten o'clock that night and rushed into the shower. Her body smelled of dried semen, and her hair was thick with sperm patches.
There was a fire in their house about four days later, and she had to move in with her aging uncle. Her mother had been killed in the fire. She missed the boys terribly. That night she showered in disgust at the nasty clods who shot in her hair but in satisfaction that the fires in her had been kindled far beyong necessity. She lived with her uncle who still carried a collection of the books her mother used to read. She had few encounters with the opposite sex for the next five to six years until leaving her uncle's house at the age of twenty. The same age her mother left. That was when she met Jimmy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dolores was a lovely trim looking young lady about twenty-three years old. She had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. Her face was mystic, the kind you'd find being a space goddess in some old movie. She was divinely proportioned, with breasts to match her wonderful buttocks. Her parents were wealthy Jewish merchants of import. She had lived in New York most of her life, then moved to Long Island when she got married, but her marriage didn't last past two years. She got a divorce from her possessive husband and moved back to New York.
She met Derrick there one night at a Village party. They were all having a blast of a time. Derrick intrigued her with his ideas and thoughts on life. He sensed without asking her, that she had had a divorce and even possibly a nervous breakdown. Both of these were correct. How could he possibly know, she thought, he wasn't a psychiatrist or anything like that. She allowed him to take her home. He took her upstairs to her small apartment and went in. Then he grabbed her and tried to kiss her but she pulled away saying that this was their first meeting and if they wanted to form any sort of relationship, it would have to be on her terms. He smacked her hard across the face, and replied, "I don't know what the hell kind of a guy your ex-husband must have been, but I don't work it that way. With my time, it's 50/50 or 90/10 in my favor, and it looks like the latter will have to take precedent until you prove different."
With that he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Delores was too weak to fight him back and she was not at all on the frail side. Derrick picked her up and bore her to the bed. She was still stunned by the blow, never had she been hit like that in her life. Her parents hardly ever raised a hand at her and she was one to always get her way. He proceeded to remove her clothing until she lay there completely nude. The sight of her made him rush out of his clothes and in a jiffy he was in bed next to her. He startled her by lighting a cigarette and offering it to her. When he lit the cigarette he noticed the title of a book on her shelf. The Art of Surrender. He could tell it had been read rather extensively because of it's condition.
She wondered about him, why was he being kind after brutally slugging her across the face. She dared not scream out, she didn't know what kind of a man or maniac she was dealing with. One thing that she did know was that if he was a maniac, there would be no one to save her. By the time they got to her she'd probably be dead. She knew that she had better not anger him. When she finished her cigarette he took it from her and put it out. Then he stared at her, a stare that penetrated deep into her eyes that was stern and unflinching. The next thing Dolores felt was his flesh close to hers as he kissed her deep, taking her hand and carrying it to his stiff staring affair. She was startled by the warmth of it, she had never been in bed with a Negro before and wondered if the myths she had heard about the size of their cocks were true. So far the myth was holding out as she stroked, not from force but sheer curiosity at this monstrous instrument. It sent waves of shock through her, and this was trippled when his strong fingers caressed her bulging young breasts. He squeezed them 'till she screamed then kissed them and sucked them into his mouth. One of the reasons she had left her husband also was because he had rarely given her a climax in their last year together, but there was no other way she could relieve her frustrations, so they turned to violent arguments. Now she was lying underneath this husky man. The words she had read in The Art of Surrender were ringing through her brain. She wanted for the first time that night to know this man whose strange reactions piqued her curiosity. He was gentle in a way, but brutal in another. These thoughts began to die down as his hungry mouth sucked and massaged at her breasts and his fingers began to tantalize the warm and now wet lips of her sweet vagina. Then raising himself he insinuated his knee between hers, his finger surging deep into her open pussy. She began to move slowly by herself. Then Dolores felt his warm body on top of hers, crushing her softly into the bed, his large cock in between her legs, bumping for admission. Derrick raised up and her hand went down instinctively to feel him again and guide him to the right slit. Once he felt the warmth at the tip of his bulging thermometer he pushed softly and let her lovely cunt suck him into her. She had not been entered for some time, this was evident by the fact that he stuck there only half way down in her. She couldn't believe the size of the fierce battering ram that she was swallowing into her small cunt. Then Dolores began to move, she felt his huge prick forcing more of an opening. She gasped at the feel of herself being opened and widened. The tightness of her cunt made him wild with lust. He really began to move on her now, deeper and deeper until the hairs met and were interwoven. At that point he stopped and rested as he felt her cunt tightly clinging to his high hard dick. Then as Derrick withdrew and plunged in, he could hear the noise of air being forced aside inside her.
Never before had Dolores known such a visit to her vitals. Never before had her unwillingness turned into craving. She arched now and pushed to meet his every thrust, then it was her arms that clung to his neck and he could feel her legs pressing tightly about his back as she lifted them to give him fairer play. With that Derrick plunged and caused her to scream out in pleasure and pain. His strokes were long and despite Dolores' holding him she couldn't keep his high engine from moving deeply in and out of her sucking vagina. She didn't care anymore about anything, all she cared about was to hug the author of this delicious sensational cock until she felt him in her depths, til she brought down all he had to give.
She moaned and writhed with convulsive desires. It was she who was kissing Derrick now. It was she who was sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. It was she who was taking him. He fucked and fucked at her until she thought she would go crazy. There was nothing wrong with him. There was something wrong with her for not giving in sooner. Dolores would not having angered him and she would have endured this delicious sweetness much earlier. They banged away at each other and Derrick knew for the first time the other end of the true art of surrender. He was determined to make her climax and set the goal at 10.
Her thoughts were now fading as she lay swooning in the delight of his high cock and his strong caresses. Never before had she been fucked so well. Then it was happening. She creamed in convulsive orgasm as his hot seething sperm spat deep into her, and agitating her with his battering cock that deeply followed each gush. She squeezed herself to his strenuous body and didn't let loose until her sucking cunt had drunk the last of his creamy sperm. Then as if all had not happened, his limp cock began to swell again with the sucking movements of her pussy. Derrick lifted her legs, and without uttering a sound started at her again. Dolores could not believe it. Every time her husband would finish he would roll over and go to sleep whether she had a climax or not. But he was ready for more and by this time, so was she. She reached for his head and kissed him thankfully. Then whispered.
"Ooooooohhh ... you're soooo good, so big, sooooo good."
Dolores was in heaven, she could spend the rest of her life in that position under him. After he had spewed his gunk into her cunt the second time, they rested. She was tired but Derrick wasn't. Before he started in again, she pleadingly asked him to wait a minute and let her catch her breath. He consented, and turned on the table lamp. Reaching over, he gave her another cigarette, lighting it slowly. This time his gaze was tender and he smiled. She breathed a sigh of relief. They talked a little while, about him, her and about their last episode. She conceded the fact that she had never been fucked like that before and would let him do it any time he wanted to. But she didn't want him to force her, he didn't have to anymore, now she wanted his friendship. He smiled and taking her lovely body in his arms, tenderly for the first time he kissed her tenderly and for a long time. She responded warmly, and afterwards asked him if he wanted anything to smoke. "Hash!" he replied.
Smiling at him she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She returned with a box, opened it and told him to take his pick. There were four different kinds. Then she put out her cigarette and said she'd join him. She was beginning to like him a lot. He told her that he'd been really having a hard time with women the last few months. He finally got fed up with playing all the petty games. He figured that he would have to go back to the old method of taking what he wanted and if something went wrong he would take the consequences.
"Anyway," Derrick said, "I only wanted to show you how it was good."
"That's all you needed to do, hon, you've succeeded." she added. "Now that you have conquered, am I your slave now?"
"Listen Dolores, and listen good. I may be a conqueror, but I'm no slave driver. Just as I am an avid worshipper of freedom, I'm fully aware of the fact that you are too, to some extent, or else you wouldn't have gotten a divorce. You just would have packed your things and left. Well, as far as I'm concerned, I sort of dig you, but it would break my heart to see someone I dig rattling the bars of a prison. So, no chains. All I ask is that, when your whole world is falling in, and everything just can't get together, look for me and I will do the same. The second thing is this, don't ever reject me, because I don't really think I can hold myself responsible for what happens to you. I've had nothing but rejections most of my life, and I'm not really going to put up with that crap anymore. I'm not a hard guy to get along with, the problem is, too many people take me for granted. That mark on the side of your face, is the result of what I considered rejection."
"I'm sorry kid."
By this time she was looking at him through different eyes. She saw him not as some mad rapist, but as a warm and gentle person who just needed a little TLC(tender love & care), and she was ready to give.
Dolores and Derrick stayed up late that night, and watched the sun come up. They both had acquired a loving knowledge of each other and she noticed that when he wasn't angry or sad, he was quite funny and a loveable guy. They resolved that since neither of them were doing anything the next day that they would spend some time in Central Park. They made passionate love to each other three more times that night, then sleep took the reins. The next day was spent discovering two especially beautiful people. Derrick had assured her that his only want was for her happiness. That included in every way. She had a date scheduled for Sunday and wanted to break it to be with him, but he told her not to but to go and enjoy herself. He meant to really enjoy herself. She went merrily off on her date, but all that evening she couldn't keep her mind off the thought of Derrick.
Later that evening she phoned him and asked if he would like to join her for an early breakfast. It was about four o'clock in the morning and Derrick had just finished his last smoke. She had sent her date home and had waited at least an hour before she finally made up her mind to call him. He consented and was at her door in a half an hour. After he got there, only a few minutes in his arms and she fell fast asleep. He took of her clothes and put her to bed. Then sleep caught him and they slept well, in contentment.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Derrick's brother Richie was different than he. He was about the same height, but thinner. His frame was deceiving because Richard, though thin, was extremely strong. His bones felt like cold rolled steel. He was a student at Columbia University at nights and worked during the days.
Edie was his mate. Both brothers didn't believe in marriage. They disapproved of the idea of contracting with someone to make them believe there was love there. They also believed that to tell someone you were going to love them the rest of their natural life was a gross lie, or mistatement, no one can predict the future. It is better to be with a person when they are feeling good and acting the same, than to be privy to their bad moods all of the time. After a while the bad moods would naturally begin to overshadow the good. That is where the problems of any marriage came in. What compounds the problem is the fact that neither can just eject himself from the situation because they are bound by contract, to remain together no matter what. Then the lie becomes evident and begins to manifest in the form of separate beds and separate bank accounts, etc.
Rich and Derrick long ago decided that a "live and let live" situation with as few binding rules as possible would serve the purpose of beautiful co-existence far better than any contract. Besides, the fewer rules to break, the less problems apparent. Whenever a problem does arise they can always be simply ironed out by conversation, if there was true Love, then everything would be done with Love. Under this situation, there were few or little commands except whenever a command decision had to be made fast for the sake of all involved.
Edie was born in the West Indies of fairly well-to-do parents. She was sent to the U.S. to stay with her grandparents as the result of a separation between her parents. She went to school and finished high school in the U.S. She met Richard at the time of registration at Columbia, and they hit it off pretty nicely. The only problem was that her grandparents were very strict and didn't approve of her going out with many boys at all. They wanted her to wait until she had finished at least two years of college. After long repeated arguments with her grandparents, who were old fashioned in every way mentionable, she left home to live with Richard.
Life with Richard she found intriguing. She found a whole host of new friends. The small neatness of his three room apartment compared to the huge house she had lived in pleased her considerably. It seemed more personable. When she first moved in with him she commenced to cleaning. She was an expert at house cleaning. She had to spend most of her weekends cleaning and cooking for the eight people in that high house her grandparents lived in.
Rich was not a clean buff, he liked his house to be comfortable. If it was too spotless, he would be afraid to sit down, but he didn't like it dirty either. They both worked and with their income they stocked the cozy apartment pleasingly. They always had guests, because Derrick and Richie were quite popular with anyone they met. Their friends were always welcomed in their home. Richie didn't hold on to friendly connections as much as Derrick did. Being a hustler, Derrick had all kinds of friends, none of which would Richie let into his home without first checking out their status with Derrick.
Edie and Dolores spent lots of time together, they were a friendly and happy bunch. Edie programmed computers and so did Richie whenever he got the urge. Rich was registered with a temporary employment agency. There was always a job for a programmer, somewhere. Edie worked for a magazine publisher and was always being invited to parties by models and photographers. She enjoyed her work and looked forward to coming home to Richie.
Edie was as tall as Rich when they met, however, he had grown in 6 months and was now about 2 inches taller than she. She had long black hair, inherited from her father who was from India. She looked like the lovely daughter of a shiek. It took her a little while to adjust to the way of life Richie had presented for them. That meant the end of a dream that started with her in a lovely wedding gown marching down the aisle and ended with her in bed in the ardent embraces of her new husband. This was not the love ceremony she would ever undergo. She didn't mind, however. The life she was leading even though she found it different to explain to inquisitive relatives was one of peace, pleasure and contentment.
Richie was gentle and thrifty, but protective and lusty in bed. This part she liked the most. She had a very hard time keeping her jealousy concealed. She was learning though. She was aware of the fact that Derrick often participated in wild orgies. Sometimes he would take Dolores along, at other times he wouldn't. She didn't mind. He assured her that if she wanted to go out, she could, and if during her date intercourse crossed their minds, she should indulge, just make sure there was no chance of infection.
Rich had assured Edie of the same feeling. But she had never taken the liberty to do so. Somehow she was content to wait for him to come back from a date. Sometimes that meant spending the night alone in the bed. Nights like those were long, but passed fairly calmly with the help of a few friends who would drop over, or the water pipe that was always ready to be lit.
Rich had told her that whenever she felt the urge to have him and he was not available, and there was no one that she would like to make love to, to make love to herself.
"You're really great to make love to," he explained. "You ought to try yourself sometimes. If you give me so much pleasure, you should give yourself just as much or even more."
These words remained in her mind. Rich had ordered a massager that was the shape of a large phallus. He surprisingly introduced it into her one night when she was the least expecting it. She hadn't even realized that is was in her until she noticed that he no longer was lying on her but on his side. By then it was too late, the sensations, the heat had made their permanent mark in her delicious tract. She had given herself up in orgasm to this prick-like machine that was coursing in and out of her pleasingly. Then as if that wasn't enough, he knelt between her outstretched thighs and proceeded to open the crimson red slit and insinuate his course hot tongue. She writhed in ecstasy.
This was the first time he had done that to her since she had began living with him six months ago. She undulated and jerked her body about as his tongue and teeth assaulted that inviting slit. She screamed in climax. He roughly shoved the dildo back up into her cunt and vibrated it in high gear, and she yelled to the top of her lungs as sensations crushed and squeezed at her brains from all parts of her body. Then after a long time, after successive climaxes, he removed the tool. Again she felt his torrid tongue make that caress that sent her back to her ancestry. His hot breath pushed into her and his nose dug at her clitoris. His lips took the little erect love button in his mouth and sucked avidly on it until her hands grasped his head and squashed his face against her open hungry cunt. She wrapped her legs around his tender face, his hands that supported her taut buttocks, now moved under her. She didn't notice this movement until the shrill heat of his finger searing deep into her puckered anus caused her to jump and upon coming down impaled her hole deep on this intruding finger. While his finger made this spastic assault on her untouched asshole, his mouth and teeth bit all along her thighs. It wasn't until his mouth reached the under side of her knees that she realized the lusty erotic woman in her. She never knew the backs of her knees were there, let alone an erogenous hot spot. She moaned and groaned then once more his mouth slid rapidly down her thighs and sunk like a leech searing deeply with his darting tongue at her honey pot. When he finished she was in a trance-like state. Her thighs ached from his attack. Then he climbed on top of her and lunged his large stiff swollen cock into her. They lay there banging at each other until she finally gasped in orgasm as he shot his love juice deep into her quivering cunt.
One weekend Richie went out of town with his brother Derrick. He wouldn't be back for at least three days. Then he called long distance, there was a bus line strike in Washington, and they would not be able to return until it was settled, which might take a week. Edie was depressed and missed him very much. Her girlfriend, Maxine, from next door came over and stayed with her. By the end of the weekend she knew that he would be gone still another week. That night he called her before supper and told her to go out and have herself a good time and not to worry, they could take care of themselves. Besides he said he would be very disappoitned in her if she only sat around the house and just worried herself sick.
Maxine was all for that. She was a hard-partying young girl with bright blue eyes and curly brown hair. She invited Edie to go out with her that night, but Edie only wanted to stay home. They often had words of admiration to say about each other's figures, but this night Maxine looked at her somewhat curiously. Edie paid it no mind, and even dismissed the fact that she often entertained fellows who seemed too effeminate to suit her. Were they queer?
Edie suggested that they spend a quiet evening. Maxine agreed and went next door to get some booze and her new projector that had been given to her as a gift. The films weren't the ones Edie was used to. They were French. She didn't object to seeing them however. She knew that a little amusement would do her some good. Besides, she thought she might learn some weird technique and work it on Richie when he returned.
They sat on the couch together and Maxine mixed some wild drinks. Maxine had been a barmaid and had some really out of sight concoctions. Each was a different flavor, and each was a bit stronger. Edie was beginning to feel very good. She had forgotten her worries. They snuggled on the couch half naked. Edie wore only a shear nightie that she only wore for Richie, and once in a while when she was hot and alone in the house. Maxine wore a short slip made of all different colors. She looked quite provocative as it danced tightly about her shapely figure revealing her ripe breasts and buttocks. They drank and joked at some of the shots that were being projected. On this particular film were one girl and two men. She was sucking intently on the big dick that was in front of her. The other fellow was busy plowing his cock into what seemed to be her ass. The girl's opinions differed on this, so Maxine set the projector for still shots, then rolled the film back until they came to the closeup. Maxine was right. There before them this girl was absorbing this fellow's large prick into the entended hole of her anus. Edie stared intently at the stiff prick as he slowly pulled it out then gushed it back in.
"Haven't you ever taken it there?" Maxine asked Edie.
"Gosh no, I don't think I could bear it. What about you?"
"Oh, I have a couple of times," replied Maxine. "It's not bad once you get used to it. After a while it feels rather good."
"How would you like to have that one in you?" Edie asked jokingly.
"He's not bad, I don't think I'd mind at all." she replied. This caused thoughts to course through Edie's brain.
The girl in the picture had a pretty nice shape. Her proportions were good. The action of erotica on the film was having an effect on her.
Then Maxine noticed her close her eyes arid asked if they could take out the bed. Without answering Edie got up off the sofa bed. Maxine pulled it out and they hopped back on. The bed was soft and the sheets were silky. Maxine lay with her head in Edie's lap. As the movie progressed Edie felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Maxine's head on her soft spot was not helping the situation any. Then just as one of the men dug his head deep into the young girl's wet cunt Maxine's head moved and rubbed deep. The material of Edie's gown had been hiked up. She fell back and entered into a deep dream of Richie's head sucking wildly at her throbbing sweetness. Maxine, unable to control herself, moved her hands up along the sides of Edie's legs. While she was doing that she rolled the back of her head down into Edie's now opening lap, noticing Edie's breathing changing to a soft moan. Wild desire, and smelling that squalid odor of Edie's wet and now throbbing cunt, she rubbed her head around more intently, increasing the pressure. Then rolling over, she stole up the soft material of Edie's gown and a shock coursed through her head as she stuck out her tongue and began licking between Edie's legs. Edie moaned some more and allowed Maxine to move her thighs apart, she felt the hot breath closing in on her throbbing vagina. Maxine licked deep into the hot cunt that now writhed with delight under her attack. Then she plunged her mouth and tongue deep and sucked and sucked at the seething slit. The hairs soft and silken caressed her cheek and the pungent odor intoxicated her.
Edie thought she was in heaven and the intensity of what was happening to her caused her to awaken from her trance-like sleep. She was becoming more aware of the fact that it wasn't Richie's head that was between her legs. She reached down in vain attempt to remove Maxine's head from that lust craved position she was in, but upon opening her eyes the head between the thighs of the girl in the picture sent her thoughts tumbling back at her.
Now she went out of her mind with desire. She opened her legs wide, then closed them over the head of soft hair belonging to her girlfriend. She abandoned herself to the sweet attack and moaned at the pitch and height of her climax. Then knowing what she had done, the thought of guilt started to creep into her pretty head. Maxine sensed this and rushed up and placed her mouth over the drowsy and uncertain girl. This kiss was deep and Edie responded by pressing her tongue deep into Maxine's mouth. She didn't give a damn if it were wrong anymore, she had to give thanks to this lovely person who had caused her so much pleasure. Her hands clamped at the head that kissed her then she quivered as she felt the hot hand squeeze her pert breast and pinch her budding nipples. The embrace was so tender, so kind and loving that she couldn't resist. They locked in each others embrace for a long time. Edie began to take the initiative. She stroked at the young breasts that leaped happily into her warm grasp. They were soft and placid. Maxine shrugged out of the slip and stood nude in front of Edie. Her eyes filled with want for any kind of caress. She reached for the flimsy gown and pulled it. It came off in a glide. Then the two rolled in each other's arms, kissing and sucking on each other's breast. Then Maxine head went down her body, Maxine's legs were moving towards her head. She gasped as she opened her legs to accommodate Maxine's searching mouth. Her own head was level with the silken hairs of Maxine's cunt. Then making up her mind that she would not be outdone, she dug her head deep between Maxine's thighs. Her odor made Edie cling and open Maxine's legs. She couldn't get enough of the taste in her mouth as she sucked and sucked as they rolled over one another.
The 69 lasted almost an hour and a half as each girl had a climax then waited for the other, then waited for the other, then waited for the other.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Derrick and Richie in the meantime weren't having such a bad time at all. A friend of Derrick's had been released from the service and they were staying at his house. While the strike was going on they had met a couple of girls from the nearby college. The girls were both daughters of a senator. The senator was prominent in civil right legislation.
These girls were on vacation, and were supposed to return to their home in Wisconsin, but had met Richie and Derrick. They were going to take the bus out, but the strike made it an excellent situation. They telephoned their uncle who gave them the keys to his cottage. It was far out in the woods and there was a mile and a half to the nearest town. The cottage was well stocked with food and provisions for a summer vacation. There was a vintage wine cellar down in the basement. The girls had rented a car and transportation was no problem. That night they had gone to the movies. On the way back they stopped off at a restaurant to have something to eat. There the girls met one of their school classmates. He was a dealer on the side and wanted to know if they needed any barbituates, as he called them. They went with him to his dorm and got at least $40.00 worth of assorted goodies (grass and hash) then left and headed out to the cottage.
Richie gave him the address and told him to come up, and to bring an attractive date, as they weren't supplying any. He agreed, asking, "can I bring a few people, like my cousin and her date too?"
"Sure," Derrick replied happily. "Just as long as they swing." With that note they shook hands and parted for their haven.
While Rich drove the Cougar, Derrick was busy in the back getting acquainted with Greta. She had a very pleasing figure and they attracted each other like the opposite poles of a magnet. They had gone to the zoo earlier that day and she expressed her love for the monkeys. She liked their swift jumping and funny noises. She marveled at the size of the muscles of the gorilla. She was a bright cheerful pleasant young girl. Already his hands were busy feeling her soft young breasts that swooned beneath her blouse. She made no move to stop him. She just clung to his neck, and kissed him deeply. The road to the cottage was deserted, and no cars had passed them on the way.
"It'll be great to have some company for a change," cried Kathy. "All we ever do here is cook food and wait for Daddy to come back from hunting deer."
"Oh, we have this most gorgeous rabbit up there," Greta interrupted. "Just wait til you see him Derrick."
They had come up for air as the car neared the cottage. The road to the rear of them had disappeared into the thicket. They were in pretty deep. Once inside they explored the place. Greta took Derrick by the hand and kicking off their shoes they went skipping away to explore the many wonders of this multicomplex house. It was more like a ski lodge and the first place Greta took him was the kitchen. She wanted to assure him that there was no need to worry about food, there was enough in the pantry to last six months, hopefully. Then up the stairs they went. She showed him the bathroom. It was the largest he'd ever been in. It had a wild circular tub and a shower.
"I know what you want to see," she said slyly, and with that, she took him by the hand and let him down the corridor around the bend and opened the door. They stepped in. There was this large bed low on the floor. She danced across the floor and touched a switch, the lights went dim, and music started playing. He reached for her and pulled her to him. For the first time he kissed her standing up. Her lovely arms went around his neck as she stood up on her tip-toes to meet him. He ground her tightly to him.
Just then the door opened and there were Kathy and Richie.
"Come on you two, you're supposed to be showing him around the house, not around yourself." They all laughed and continued the journey going separate ways.
When Derrick and Greta quietly descended the staircase to the wine cellar there they found Richie and Kathy locked in an embrace that made Derrick's color rise. They both laughed as Greta said, "Look at them, Derrick, will you look at them. Can't follow their own orders." Again they laughed as Richie reached and selected a bottle of table wine, and Kathy got a bottle of her favorite. Kathy's father hardly let her drink it when he was there because she never could quite make it through three glasses. But then once Richie saw the size of the glasses, he understood why. They were like the goblets the kings used to drink out of during medieval times.
Greta then took Derrick to see her pet rabbit. She had raised it and was very proud of it. It had a nice house and a small cabbage and lettuce patch to roam in and eat from. There was also a carrot dispenser that was attached to the inside of the rabbit's little house. The area was enclosed with fencing from top to bottom, so nothing could get in from any side while they were away. Greta then took Derrick to the adjoining cottage. A sliding door opened to it and there were four other bedrooms made in the likeness of the one they had just been in. They were smaller and the music system was not hooked up to the same system as the master house. They each had intercoms with AM/FM radios attached to them.
She whispered for him to come closer and she pressed a part of the woodwork upward. A small door slid open. She had had the carpenter construct it in there and told no one about it, not even her sister, who was away in Europe at the time. It was originally built to hold her diary, but she stopped writing one because she felt that she was boring the poor book. Now, it held other secret treasures. Greta extracted three pipes, each from a different country. She had bought them for her father one day while in the Mediterranean but reclaimed them when she started smoking. 'I'll this date he doesn't know where they went. She brought him a gift to replace them so that they wouldn't be on his mind. Ever since their mother had passed away, their father had given up smoking, so the pipes were of no use to him anyway.
It was a strange feeling for Derrick, this is the way Senators lived, he thought. But they don't seem to know what to do with it all except once or twice a year to be in it. He thought of all sorts of things to invent to put in there. He envisioned different interior decor. Ultramodern. What he could do with a Senator's bread! His thoughts were stopped by a soft hand that took his and the soft eyes that asked his pardon.
"Come on dream boy, dream a little bit with Greta, huh?"
They went into the living room where they found Kathy and Richie, sitting before the fireplace and fully engrossed in conversation. The subject was, "What did the girl's father think of legalizing pot?" The answer was that he was not against it but would like to hear a little more research before he would fight for it. He would also like to see a more responsible effort on the part of the revolutionary element of the younger generation. He feels that they have a lot to say and they are saying it, but he questions the whole drop-out attitude. He feels that more of a fight should be made by the moderate people, after all, we've seen enough of the militant arm and people are fully aware that it is there. If there's a single decent chess player among the whole lot he knows that they had better make a new move quick, and not give the older generation too much time to be concerned with legislation to silence them. He would say, not that they will not permit freedom of speech, but many, many people may be speaking freely behind jail bars. Their voices do little good coming from there.
"What about the voice of one Eldridge Cleaver?" Richie asked.
"My father says that he thought he was a great writer, but put down the wrong hand when it finally came to playing his cards. She explained that by stating that Cleaver was no longer around, and his voice, if not continuable, just like any voice that isn't, finally fades from the minds of the people who might be in position to do something. Then too, as minister of information, he created a monumental blunder. He allowed the press and the communications media to misquote, and take out of context much of what was being said."
"I agree with that point," said Derrick. "People were allowed to spend too much time trying to dispute and defend militancy and never seemed to get to the humanistic points. Like, what were they really asking for, what was their platform? Then too, often their members appeared making speeches. I'm sure they had many things to say, but the media took it upon itself to portray only the explosive parts of each speech. Only the parts of the speeches that called for the burning down of things were ever shown on film during news hours. I think that as a panther he was OK, and as a writer he was OK, but as a strategist, as a minister of information should be, to keep the most advantageous image without distorting from the original cause, he was lousy." He finished his rap and there were other comments. They got into sex and interacial dating. This was the subject that caught their undivided attention. The girls seemed quite well informed of the changes of the times and the up-to-the-minute controversies. Richie, when asked what he thought of interacial dating, replied.
"What is there for me to think, what do you think about the ABC's. I mean to say that I've been dating girls from all different races since I was about thirteen. It's been a part of my life. You see, being brought up in an international surrounding, I was long ago made aware of the ridiculousness of thinking of people according to different races. The only true race I know of is the human race.
There are no separations as far as the species is concerned. The characteristics are for a change in life. I mean really, what a drag it would be here if there were only one color. To me this is just one big community, and we are all tenants. Some idiots actually have the whole thing leveled down to just black and white. Some green dude is going to come along and put us all in chains and you know what, well still be fighting one another. People have to go to wake up. They're not connivers, they're not stupid, or ignorant, they're just sleepy. Sleepy people. I hope people that are in the middle finally wake up and begin to speak up."
The girls were both in favor. This rap from Richie sort of gave them a new line to stand on. They were all quite pleased. Greta had lit the pipe and they all were smoking on it and feeling pretty good. Kathy got out some cheese, and bread and the wine, they all broke bread and drank wine together. Greta wanted to dance and Derrick took her in his arms and they danced close. By the time they finished dancing they looked around and Kathy and Richie were gone. Greta and Derrick could hear footsteps upstairs.
"I guess they got a little tired of our shit," said Derrick as he took her back into his arms and kissed her deeply. She responded by putting her arms around his neck and clung passionately to him. Her lovely head was spinning.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Joe was busy trying to think of the different people he knew and when he could begin dealing. He decided that the best thing to do was for him to wait until there was something available, then call all of these friends and tell them that there might be something near. Then depending on who wanted what he would collect all the bread and go to pick up his merchandise.
The girls had brought a few pounds of steak and all the trimmings that could successfully accompany a good steak. While the preparations were being decided upon, Wendy said she would do the cooking since all of them were her guests. She put to work right away and in the meantime the other girls, Marilyn and Didi, were busy setting up the table and the plates. It was then decided that the whole thing would be buffet style, because they didn't want too much fuss made.
Jimmy watched Marilyn intently, then turning to Derrick he said, "Nice ass, man, nice nice ass." They both laughed and Jim handed Didi the pipe. She had returned to sit with the boys and get some more distance between herself and her head.
Derrick started to explore the neatly turned legs that were thrust across his as she sat.
"God damn, look at this leg," he commented. "Just look at this beautiful leg."
"Yeah," said Jimmy, "she's really got nice legs. They are not fat and flabby and they're not skinny, they're just right."
Joe gazed in the sort of hypnotic state. He thought of the feeling of his swollen prick, and how it would escalade into Wendy's simply divine ass. He was the only one who had not gone a complete round with a girl there. He liked the thought of his sperm ejecting out into her clinging anus. This time he wanted it to last longer.
The girls cooked a good meal, broiled steak, french fries, lettuce and tomatoes, shrimp cocktails, wine, and sour dough bread. While the food cooked, Marilyn had left the kitchen and returned to the living room where the rest of the gang was busy thinking up perversites to keep the entertainment going. The tape was now playing some exotic Indian rhythms, while they all sat on the floor, taking off on levels of different euphoria.
Derrick was exploring Didi's legs. She had no panties on, as his hands slid along her perfectly pleasant thighs he massaged very gently as if massaging the skin of a baby. Then his hands roamed up further. He increased the pressure and felt deep and lovingly the soft pliable skin. His fingers touched that cleft of silken hairs. The honey pot waited inquisitively to be addressed. In went his finger, probing and seeking as if in search for hidden treasure, deep inside the confining walls. She spread her legs. Then there was a telephone call that distracted everyone. It was Pete, a friend of theirs who arranged diamond sales and had slight dealings on the side. He just got back in town and ran into an old girlfriend of his.
Jimmy briefly alluded to what was going on there and asked him to come and bring his date if possible. He said he would see what he could do.
Then, the center of attraction peaked, the food was ready. Without making much of a fuss, each of the girls got up and served the men food. Jimmy, Wendy, Joe and Marilyn sat at the table, Derrick and Didi sat on the floor next to the coffee table. It was comfortable there.
Pete, had run into Jynah, a girl he used to date about three years ago while he was in the service. She'd gotten involved with a fellow whom she lived with for a while, but it didn't work out. She had her own apartment and was going to modeling and interior design school. Her parents were believed to be part Puerto Rican and part Sudanese. This made for a lovely head of hair and a beautiful face.
She even did some modeling for Playboy Magazine, she really looked vivacious.
Meeting up with Pete again after at least three and a half years was a good streak of luck, for both of them. Their meeting took place at the airport, Jynah was there to see off her cousin, who was leaving for a correspondence coverage in Rome. They met and had dinner. How beautiful she had gotten, he thought, she was even a little healthier looking.
Pete had just closed a lucrative deal and he was due for a vacation. He was a dark skinned, tall, and nicely built young man. She noticed that he wasn't falling apart like many of the men she had known over the past few weeks. As he looked her over, he noticed that she'd grown a bit taller. Her beautiful brown tanned skin shone like that of a Tahitian goddess. Her hair was long, silky and jet black. She had little trouble with it. Her hair would float with the slightest breeze.
They left the airport and agreed to spend the rest of the day together.
"Where would you like to go?" Pete asked.
"Well I really don't know," she replied. "I'm tired of nightclubs."
"Well," he said. "We haven't seen each other in a long time, I'd really not like to spoil this day by being some place where we can't talk to each other. I would like to spend this day in dedication to you, the thought of you, the feel of you, the sound and aroma, and most of all the presence of you."
"Let's go," she said, flattered by his remarks.
He paid the bill and they got a cab. The trip back to the city was enjoyable, there wasn't a lot of traffic and their conversation passed the time quickly. They went to his apartment. He wanted to shower and change into something comfortable.
In the apartment there was a cozy living room with a large wall console with stereo tape, turntable, and speaker and amplifier system. He turned on the music, then turning to her taking her in his arms he asked, "Would you like to dance?" He didn't wait for the answer, but pulling her closely to him, started to lead her about the floor. She felt good to be in his arms. He was strong and his moves were good. She just drifted in his arms and wondered how long this would last. Would it start as the last affair had, with champagne and caviar, and end with pots and dishes flying and vulgarity thrown about? She hoped not and began to decide just what sort of relationship she would have with Pete.
Her mind returned from that short trip when she felt his gaze intently on her. She looked at him back with loving eyes, and then holding her very close, he kissed her. At first she was passive, not responding, only savoring the sweetness of his kiss.
Her arms went around his neck and pulled him to her. She was responding now, grinding her body close to his, she opened her soft thighs a little, the way she used to do. She could feel the heat from his body penetrate her. His manly scent wound throughout her nostrils and she was free again, she was happy. She was ready to pick up where they had left off, but wondered if things could be a little different. Jynah wished that she would have the right words to say when she finally made a decision on their relationship. She wanted it to be a free and happy one. She only wanted to see him just often enough to fill her desire for him. Not often enough to get bored of each other's company. After all, now she knew that it was a perfectly normal thing and that boredom could happen anywhere and in any relationship. She wanted to see a new side to the world. She told him she was prepared to go any place he suggested and participate in anything that interested him, in an effort to get a change of scenery and to discover something different. His thoughts were almost running neck and neck with hers. It was his initial act that brought the whole matter to a head. They went and sat down on the couch and talked in length about what had happened and what each was trying to avoid. It didn't take them long to realize that they both wanted the same thing. Within minutes after this mutual agreement, they were heading for the bedroom, to seal the bargain they had just communicated to one another.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
From where Derrick sat he could see all sorts of different patterns in the lights he had created. They gave him new ideas of different styles all based chiefly on his theory of light reflection and motion. His mind centered back on the beautiful house in the wilderness outside Washington. Greta and he had stopped dancing and noticed the absence of Richie and Kathy. Derrick thought of Kathy, her lovely blonde hair and soft eyes that peeked over an elegant simply regal looking nose. They decided to go and see what Kathy and Richie were up to. So after waiting for ten minutes, they tiptoed up the stairs and Greta took him to a small room way at the end of the house. Once inside, she tapped on the light. There was a closed circuit TV system set up. It was arranged to pick up any room. The senator usually made prepared speeches from different rooms there. He didn't like the idea of having only one room from which to broadcast. Then Greta switched on a soft red light that matched the color of the carpet, and turned off the other light. Derrick was at the controls. He channelled in room number four and there they sat together giggling at the images before them.
"Are you sure they can't tell that this thing is on?" Derrick asked.
"No, the only way for them to turn the camera in their room off would be to turn the TV on and to a certain channel. I'm quite sure they won't be watching any TV," Greta giggled. As they watched fiendishly, Kathy came into the room. She was wearing a sheer see-through negligee that was short enough to reveal the firm-fleshed thighs and promiscuously admitting cleft that appeared through the garment. Richie had his shirt off. Now it was Greta's turn to make marvelling remarks in contrast to those uttered by Derrick about Kathy's lovely body. They were now both on the bed and were locked in an enviable embrace. Richie's hands were roaming in search of more flesh, more heat. He finally came to rest his search right over the soft down of pubic hairs which hid with mock modesty the night's supreme treasure for him. She moaned and rolled over on her back. Then opening her thighs slightly she gave him more of an advantage to discover the throbbing affair concealed under the silken panties. His hand then moved back up her stomach and releaved her of her top garment. Her mouth opened and closed in silent gasps as his descended to give attention to those fine ripe young breasts.
Then Derrick found the zoom control and moved in for a good closeup as Richie's hand now moved the thin sheer panties down over her curves, and deposited them at the foot of the bed. His hand returning to that irresistable spot, pushed her leg open wider on the way up. The camera's steady focus on Kathy's lovely seething vagina was too much for Derrick to take. They both let out an erotic moan when Richie's finger sunk in deep.
Taking Greta in his arms, Derrick sought to quench his arousal. She squirmed and moaned against him as he reached the back of her blouse and began to unbutton it. His kisses burned on her neck and cheek, while one hand fondled and toyed with her soft breasts. The other hand unhooked her bra. Then in one movement, he pulled off both garments and let them drop to the floor. He sunk his face deep between the luscious globes.
Greta was beginning to radiate with intensity as his lips captured and sucked avidly on one of those fruits of beauty. His free hand was now making it's acquaintance with the bodice of her soft pleated skirt. She groaned in excitement. The heat of his hand there made her open her legs slightly to feel more. She was not used to this kind of caress on her first date, but she wouldn't spoil it for him. She couldn't spoil it if she wanted to anyway because her will was no longer hers. It had become liquid and would take on the shape of anything that could hold it.
Just then what was happening on the viewer caused Greta to gasp. Derrick reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and rewarded his patience with the sight before him. There was Kathy kneeling on the mattress with her legs extended so to give a fair view of her sex. But the sight that held Greta's gaze was that formidable tool that protruded up from curly black hair and pointed straight at the eyes of Kathy. Then taking it into her hands Kathy stroked it. Her strokes began to increase and then her lips opened and she kissed the bulb-like head.
Derrick had meanwhile removed his pants and shorts, and was completely naked standing behind Greta. He pressed his nude body to her and his hands fondled her lovely shapely bosom. Her breathing was hard as she watched her sister take this erotic rod of flesh and plunge her mouth deep down onto it. Then movements of her tongue accompanied her slow withdrawal and return. Richie's expression was one of pleasure. He reached for the back of the lovely head that was sucking so intently on his large cock and started movements that sent shocks all the way to the viewer in front of Greta. Derrick then took her hand and softly stole it in back of her. At first she was startled with the contact of his flesh. Then as she watched in envy at her sister paying homage to the man in front of her, she could not help but think of herself in that same position. She turned back around and started intently to feel the warm bulk that was in her hand. She massaged it as she had watched her sister expertly do. Derrick nudged on her shoulder that told her he was waiting. He pulled her head to him as she kissed his chest, stomach, navel, then the hairs of that stiff sinew that felt so warm against her cheek. Never before was she ever in this position. The intoxicating odor of his loins made her want to stay kneeling on the thick pile carpet in front of him forever. She did not wait to stroke too long, the urgency was too much for her. Opening her mouth wide, she took him deep into her mouth, determined to outdo her sister. Determined to change all his groans of admiration into groans of passion for her. She sucked and clung to his dick hungrily. She did not care what was going on anywhere except in her mouth. For the first time she was tasting the flesh of the man who would soon take all that she had to give.
Bracing himself against the back of the control board, he began to lunge and gouge at the mouth that clung to his manhood. She was on fire. The thought of the perversity of her act made her even more craven. She wanted to satisfy the hunger in her to swallow all of him. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could cram. His cock glistened in the dark and he viewed with intensity the act being performed on his brother. The feelings were transfered to him.
"Oooohhh, that's it, more more," were his groans.
Greta, elated by the sounds, increased her sucking. Her pursed lips scored the instrument. She used her tongue as a bumper when he went in and as a massager as he withdrew.
Then Derrick witnessed a sight he had not expected. Richie's face contorted in desire lunging madly at the wildly sucking Kathy, until he suddenly stopped and Derrick zoomed in as he watched Kathy hold him to her and evidently swallow the spurts of his sperm. Her mouth kept patriotically glued to his cock. Tiny dribbles of the white liquid were foaming at the corners of her lips as the loads of cream cascaded down her throat. Derrick felt his senses rushing. Grabbing hold of Greta's wildly sucking head, he let his semen rip into her mouth unceasingly. She almost gagged as she tasted the hot salty slime spurt deep into her mouth. She was anxious not to let any escape. She sucked and sucked with all her might until his last spurt of semen was heating it's way down to her stomach. Derrick slumped to the floor next to her and kissed her deeply. She sighed in contentment.
"How was I?" she whispered.
"Just marvelous," he gasped, still breathing hard.
When they had strength to rise, they were again attracted by the situation in room number four. Kathy was again kneeling in front of Richie. Couldn't she get enough, Derrick thought to himself. Greta massaged his placed limp cock as they watched Kathy. She was busy licking the underside of his prick. Somehow, it seemed to swell with every caress of her tongue. Lying back with a smile on her face that would have gladly welcomed the devil, Kathy spread her legs invitingly. There was no doubt in Richie's mind about what should be his course of action. He knelt down in between her naked thighs and ran his tongue along the insides until happily he buried it in that throbbing waiting cunt. Kathy writhed with joy at the contact. Then stroking his head, wildly gave her treasures up to be savored by his sucking lips. Rising to appraise her naked beauties, he stooped his bold spear to its lure and plunged in sending his cock deep. Her legs were extended to their utmost and raised over his back. Her hands caressed in ecstasy at his muscular back as he moved to the rhythm of a pounding which only he could hear.
Derrick's cock was now risen to it's fullest state. Greta marveled at the size of it. How could she put away such a monstrous rogue? This was only her second encounter with the male sex organ. Her first had been a year ago when she was forcefully initiated into the surrender of her maidenhood by her cousin.
She recalled how after the pain had subsided the pleasure started to overtake her. Her senses were snapped and she gave herself willingly to the rest of the embrace, and she rushed out in disgrace after the act was committed. She felt sorry for her cousin, and felt that he must be treated by a psychiatrist. This was the opinion she expressed as she sobbed out her tale of woe to her uncle. He promptly agreed and would really try anything to prevent publicity. Then she contemplated the act again.
As she watched Richie pouring it to her sister's clinging undulating body, she had a dim awareness of the joy she was entertaining. She wanted to change places with her sister that minute. She wanted to feel once again that sensation of being filled with warmth. Richie's movements had taken on a new pace. Kathy's legs were opening and closing as she arched up to meet timely his every murdering thrust. They could hear her moans from down the hall. They seemed to heighten as Richie's huge cock plunged without resistence in and out of her seething wet vagina. He fucked and fucked, harder and harder as if to rip through the tender girl. Her moans were louder and louder as they banged away at each other until finally one loud shriek was heard coupled by a long groan as Richie's sap gushed forward quelling the fires and calming the storm that raged there deep in her delicious vagina. Their climax took Greta away on a wave of sensations.
"Ohh, Ohh, Derrick, if you don't do it to me now, I'll go absolutely out of my mind," she cried as she leaped into his arms and clung madly to his body.
The room was silent, the agreement had been made. The faint sound of clothing slipping to the floor could be detected. The meeting of firm warm naked flesh was the prelude to the distinct sounds that followed. The rubbing of the erect penis, between the tender thighs and against the ciliate hairs that covered the lips of a most pleasing entrance. Moans from the lips escaped as the result of a torrid mouth sucking on a well formed breast. Then the rustle of weight decending on the bed, the creaking of the springs as the figures grope and cling and search over the flesh that accompanies them. The noises get louder, the groans turn to moans, the moans to cries. Hands grasp at and stroke the head noisily nourishing itself between soft extended thighs. The hands are Jynah's, and the head is Pete's. The sobs turn to cries and the cries to screams to....
"Ooooooohhhhh, Ahhhhhh ... oooooooo," as hungry lips surround and suck at the little erect clitoris. Then just as the breathing takes on sound and becomes faster, almost fierce, a new sound. The new sound is that of Pete moving in on his captive and willing slave. Her hand moves to his stiff stout member, and rubs the acorn fashioned tip around in the erotic oils that lubricate the waiting vagina. Then complete silence for only a moment."
"A a a a a a a a a a a , a a h h h h h h h h h h , oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jynah opened her lovely legs a little wider, as her cunt sucked worshipingly on that stiff battering ram, that had just finished sheathing it's glory up to the hilt. In again, this time slower, so that every inch every morsel can be felt and appreciated to its utmost. Then the storms begin. Jynah now engaging herself in the art of sweet surrender, clings and undulates her soft buttocks to appease the murderous thrust that are pistoning through and out of her hot vagina.
It had been month's since his cock had been privy to such a treasure as this. For the first time, Jynah was beginning to become aware of a power she never knew she possessed. She opened and closed her vagina according to a muscle that was now coming alive under the repeated attack of this high stiff prick. Her cunt sucked and sucked in order to quench a thirst deep within her vitals. He was mad with desire as he plowed away at the sucking sweetness that was his for the taking. The fever of the pitch was taking over both of them. Jynah no longer had control of her naked loins as his cock ripped and plunged at her wanting waiting depths. Then he felt it coming, one of those long agonizing orgasms that start at the spinal column and increase velocity until they shoot out uncontrollably spurt after hot spurt of creamy boiling sperm. Her cunt quivered and she yelled at the top of her lungs when his first injection gushed in and splattered at the main nerve deep inside her. She increased her sucking motion, and then held him still to her as she expertly sucked the warm juices from his cock and drained him dry. It had been a very long time since she entertained such sensations. They lay lost, exhausted in each other's arms. Her faint sleep was disturbed by his stirring as he moved off the bed. The sound of a shower running filled the apartment.
Jynah joined him in the living room as Pete was fixing a couple of martinis before the shower. Her stomach was full from the incredible loads of sperm that were shot into her. She sipped at the drink quietly, then leaned her head back into his arm with a soft sigh of contentment. She finished her drink and headed for the bathroom. He called after her.
"Hey, Sweets, how about you and I doing something really, really way out, to sort of make this day a permanent imprint on our minds?"
"And just what is your 'way out' suggestion?" she asked inquisitively.
"Lady," he said. "When in Rome, as your cousin is, do as the Romans do. When in the mood, and in the village, do as the Villagers do. You and I have been invited to an experience in ultra communications. We have been invited to an orgy, at a good friend of mine's pad!"
She stood in deep thought, she had never been to an orgy before. She had heard a lot about orgies, and though they piqued her imagination, she could never get herself to attend.
"Do you really want a change from the dull everyday life thing? Do you really want to explore new modes of life, well, that's just what we're going to do. It's all right here, there's no travel involved. If you can't find contentment in your own back yard, another backyard won't really do the trick. What you need is to explore what's right under your cute little nose. Besides these are a great bunch of people. I'm sure you remember Derrick, he's there already. Come on, let's take our shower and I'll tell you all I can enroute."
With that she nodded her final approval, and went into the shower. Pete picked up the receiver and called Jimmy to tell him that he was coming over with Jynah. He wanted to know if everyone would still be there when he got there.
"We, will, but the food, won't," was the reply from Jim.
"Oh, said Pete. "See you soon."
Once in the shower, they again made ardent love and ceased only after his burning sap was pumping into her lovely vagina.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The plunging of a hot sucking mouth on his now erect phallus awoke Derrick from his stupor. They had all agreed to form a human chain, with all being joined together by mouth and genitals. The three girls would like on their backs in an open triangle. Joe with his cock erect stuck it down into the waiting mouth of Wendy, then kneeling at the side of her head, he leaned forward, and glued his mouth to Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn, had Jimmy's cock in her mouth, and Jimmy's mouth was busy with Didi's blonde covered vagina. Didi had just taken Derrick's prick into her mouth, as he knelt by the side of her head and dug his tongue deep into Wendy's inviting entrance.
The object of the game was to cause orgasm to as many as one could. Every time climax was reached the men would rotate clockwise. The girl who reached three climaxes last would have the task of enduring the embraces of all three men at one time. She would first be spanked ten times by each of them. This was a sight to behold, any movie maker taking pictures of this human ring could have made a fortune on thrills alone. There was moaning and giggling and slurping. Jimmy grabbed viciously at Marilyn's thighs, and expertly manipulated her vagina until she screamed in orgasm. At that, they changed places, now Marilyn sucked away on Joe's prick, Didi at Jimmy's, and Wendy at Derrick's. Wendy was determined to taste his flow in her mouth. She sucked and massaged intently, but other forces were taking over. The mouth that sucked hungrily at her cunt was sending thrills doubling those that remained from the last mouth. Unable to keep her mind on what she was about, she writhed and finally groaned in orgasm. This cycle continued and ended with Wendy being the last to reach 3 climaxes. She was it.
As Derrick and Joe waited their turn to spank her, Derrick's thoughts began to travel again. He was reminiscing on how Greta's "please" made his loins ache. He remembered her hurrying out of her skirt. Then completely nude, she led him by his swollen member to a beautifully decorated empty bed room. He kissed her before the bed, then he asked her if she had ever been eaten before. She hadn't but had heard a few stories about how it was one of the most unique feelings a girl could get. She climbed on the low bed, and waited. Then she felt the heat of his body next to her. Her nipples, now taut and erect longed for the lips that were slowly approaching them. He nibbled at the sides of her pert young breast, then abruptly sunk his mouth on the nipple and sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth. His tongue tingled and tantalized the erect nipple. His hand traveled in rubbing motion down to that soft love tunnel, that bucked and thrust itself up to meet the invading finger. His sucking continued as his hand whipped her into a frenzy of passionate desire. Then his mouth traveled down and lingered to allow his tongue to taste of her young navel. Then his mouth continued. Now he moved around and lifting her lovely turned thighs with the free hand, placed himself squarely in front of her open and waiting cunt. His teeth kissed and nibbled at her inner thighs, until her hands shot down to his head and jerked it to her throbbing love tunnel. She screamed with shock. His mouth was hot and his tongue plunging and licking into her was unbearable. His licking continued as she continued to undulate and thrust her cunt up at his mouth, just as she had seen Kathy do a minute ago. He growled and lifted her legs up to get a greater idvantage at the sweet honey cunt. She jumped almost all the way off the bed as his hot searing tongue probed and licked at her anus. Then his sucking of her erect clitoris, sent her to never-never land. Swooning in her delight, she had not noticed him crawl up above her. Her cunt was wet and slimy from both his saliva and her own juices. It was not until she felt the hot broad shelving head of his prick part the lips of her love tunnel that she realized the position she was in. Then softly opening her eyes, she almost fainted at the width and size of the bulk that was applying for entrance. She lay back and closed her eyes. There wasn't anything else in the world that she wanted to feel except something to plug up that hungry gap that lay deep within her.
She clenched her teeth in agony as this stiff rod bore up her only once entered cavern. His movements were smoother and more tender, now than he had made a fair entrance. He settled a while then began to stroke and thrust in slow rhythm, this action brought down all her nerves to combat the pain she was enduring. She was split up, gouged, and stretched to length that contracted with every withdrawal. He began to feel her stir beneath him. His kisses in her ear made her moan in pleasure. Now recovering her senses, she began to respond to his thrusts. Her love tunnel hugged this burning rod and sucked on it as it withdrew.
"Ooohhh, oooo you feel so good, Derrick so good, give me more, so big and so hot, Ahhhhhh, ooooohhhhh, ooooo Baby fuck me, fuck me all over, all the way, fuckkkkkk...."
Her voice trailed off into regular sobs of joy. She thrust up to meet him, she had to have all of him, she couldn't get enough. The harder he gouged at her the more she wanted.
"Ooooooohhhh ... Ahhhhhaahhhhh oooo!"
All the while, Richie and Kathy had entered the circuit room and discovered the room they were in on projection. They also found Derrick's and Greta's clothes there and knew instantly that their every move had been monitored. They had gone there to check on Derrick and Greta, now it was their turn to be witnesses to a good fucking. The scene of Derrick's head between Greta's outstreched thighs was their first glimpse. The rest they watched while caressing each other. When they had seen Derrick convulse, and had caught a shot of that pearly white liquid oozing out of Greta's wet vagina, they knew the show was over. Kathy and Richie hurried down the corridor to congratulate them on a job well done.
"Surprise," came the happy voices that burst through the unlocked door of the bedroom Greta and Derrick occupied.
"You two are pretty good actors. You should have made a career out of TV," Kathy slyly commented.
"You were watching us?" asked Derrick with a smile.
"All the way, champ. Or at least as much as you watched us," Kathy replied laughing.
She was naked and Derrick glared intently at her young womanly body.
"Anyone for a trade?" Rich blurted out.
"Sure," was the immediate reply from the two girls.
"Shall we go to separate rooms or do we need that anymore?" Derrick asked.
They all decided to spend the rest of the night in that bedroom. It proved to be a remarkable evening. They had intercourse late into the night, and Derrick and Richie were awakened by a stirring in their loins, caused by lips that were busy sucking them into erection. They invited the girls to spend another weekend with them, this time in New York.
Wendy's cries were piercing the air. Derrick was returning mentally to the place at hand. He thought of what Wendy's ass was going to feel like. It was his turn to spank her now. Then the moment they'd waited almost half an hour for would be at hand. He pulled her over his lap, and commenced to spanking her. His hand swished through the air and landed solid right below the plump curves of her buttocks. He knew that if there was ever a seat of pleasure, that this is where it was located. When he finished spanking her, the other two girls helped her up. She really sore and didn't think she could go through with the triple fuck. The alternative was to go through with it or endure fifteen more blows from each fellow. She reflected on that. She hadn't been in a position like this since she was fourteen. She certainly didn't want to be spanked any more. Although it brought her some erotic pleasure, the thought of entertaining these three gorgeous cocks at the same time would mean even more pleasure. She consented, and had to first kneel and suck each menber to erection. This she did willingly and with an air of enthusiasm. The fellows drew cards, the highest card got her in the ass, the second highest got the cunt, and the last got her mouth. Derrick got the highest card. He took a small jar of vasoline, and had Didi lubricate his prick. Joe sat perched up on the back of the couch. Jimmy, who had the second highest, sat at the edge of the couch with his back reclined so that his cock stood straight up. Wendy then straddled Jimmy's thighs and lowered herself on his love pole and started moving. Joe reached for her head and pulled it down shoving his big cock deep into her mouth. Derrick, now standing behind her stooped and coated the little anus ring with vasoline. Then, pressing in the head of his thick black prick, he violently lunged forward. The scream that followed was definately one of pain, or was it? She was now filled with hot meat from three points. Derrick kept his belly glued to her ass. He was taking advantage of the delicious feeling that came from Jimmy's prick moving in and out of the next tunnel. She had resumed sucking on Joe's cock. The rule was that no one could withdraw until Derrick had emptied his sperm into her charming ass. Derrick studied the beautifully shaped ass and buttocks in front of him. He couldn't believe that she had absorbed him to the hilt. He was assured when he started to withdraw. He pulled all the way back as if to come out completely, then lunged back in. This time the thrusting continued.
Wendy was impaled on this huge cock. Thrills were beginning to course through her lovely body as she began remembering that night she spent most of the evening down in the basement. It was happening all over again, only this time the pricks were deliciously larger and stronger. The feeling of Derrick, deep thrusting into her posterior, made her rage, she writhed her buttocks now back and down to meet his every murderous thrust. She also had to keep time with Jimmy who had his prick in her taut cunt and was gouging at her every time she thrust down. Derrick began to speed up the pace. He was in heaven in her ass, nothing had ever clung to his prick as well as that stretched sucking anus.
He lunged and lunged, all the while firmly grasping Wendy's ripe buttocks and forcing them down on Jimmy's cock at the same time he went in. Then he lost himself to wreckless abandon as she moaned and groaned and ground out her joyous ass on his madly thrusting cock.
"Fuck it Derrick," she yelled, "Fuck me, deep, good, fuck, come please come."
Jimmy and Derrick churned away like pistons in an engine. Gorging deep into the ass that willingly clung to his prick, Derrick's senses began to fade. He thought of how he had fucked Kathy in her ass while Richie impaled her darling sister the same way. She thought of the obscene lewd words the senator's daughter screamed when it started feeling good. She couldn't wait for him to thrust back into her every time he was withdrawing. Her ass was really beautiful. Now, another beautiful ass was his for the taking. The room resounded with the erotic sight of Joe's cock in Wendy's sucking mouth. Derrick groaned as he felt Jimmy's cock let loose a hot gush in the other tunnel. This brought his sperm searing up and spurting deep into Wendy's clinging sucking ass-hole.
"Ooooohhhh, Ahhhh," she managed to yell, then replaced her mouth just in time to drink down Joe's rushing pearly liquid.
They all reluctantly withdrew and now it was Jimmy's turn. Once more she had sucked them back to erection.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dolores was busy programming her computers when she got a phone call. It was Steve, a friend of Derrick's. The recent conversations between them were filled with various alludings to sex. She wondered if Steve was fully aware of the relationship between her and Derrick. She thought of having a good time with Steve, but wondered if his respect for her would be demeaned by an affair that got intimate. She decided to chance it. After all, she didn't need his respect, and he probably made some sneaky arrangements with Derrick anyway. She and Derrick decided to provide each other with interesting partners and after each date, they would get together and discuss all that had happened in detail. At first the idea didn't really appeal to her until it had gotten into full swing. They began to get an even deeper understanding of one another. These post date discussions brought out all the likes and dislikes that were present during the date. Steve had arranged a dinner engagement with her, and she accepted. He picked her up after work and off they went. The dinner was delicious, lobster and all the trimmings.
"What's the occasion?" Dolores asked him.
"Oh, I'm just celebrating the beginning of my month." Steve said.
It was the beginning of Derrick's month too, because he and Steve were both Geminians.
Dolores was Cancer. They had a very good time, laughing and joking. Then they left and went to see Perry, a friend of Steve's. He was just in from California and had a present for him. The present was a pound of grass. Steve was elated, and they all rejoiced and sat down to indulge. Perry, Steve's friend, lived not too far from Richie. His apartment was nicely decorated with a few odd objects of op-art here and there. Perry was an assistant editor of the magazine that Edie worked for. They only stayed there awhile, because Perry had to leave for his office. Steve and Dolores headed for his house. Once there, she took off her shoes and sat down on the soft foam rubber mattress under the loft bed. Steve prepared a few cigarettes. When ten were rolled, he joined her. He had often dreamt of her. Her lovely mellow breast, her firm fleshy thighs and her magnificently round ass. She kept in exquisite shape and was quite proud of her body. Dolores didn't make any moves to replace the skirt that had ridden up high on her thighs as she sat down. The smoke was dynamite, simply fantastic. She had tasted different types before, but never anything like this. Since the fumes circled the air and were sucked out through the air conditioner there was no fear of its being smelled out in the hallway. While she smoked, Steve removed his shirt, he wanted her to massage his back, his muscles were tense. She agreed only if he agreed to return the massage. He lay down next to her and she began a slow smooth rubbing on his broad back, then increased her pressure as she went back over the same parts. Then relaxing all her inhibitions, she climbed on his back and with her knees on either side of him, she began to squeeze and pull at the muscles of his shoulders. She had an avid admiration for a well built body and Steve's was just in that catagory. His shoulders were broad and big, his arms were muscular and stern. Her skirt rode high and the little pink V of her panties peeked out under the garment. Then languidly rolling off his back and on her stomach she said, "Your turn."
Steve knelt beside her. Desire began to flow into his veins as he reached down and started to unbutton the back of her blouse. Then unhooking her bra, he moved the garments away and exposed the naked beauty of her back. His brown hands on the soft moon colored skin excited him. He had the urge to rip off every shread of clothing she had on and take her in one second. He lifted her slightly and she let him slip her arms out of the garments. There she lay, on her stomach. His hands kneeded at her flesh, she sighed and purred like a cat. Then after the warmth of his hands on her skin began to lightly brush past under her arm pits and to the sides of her milky soft breasts she sighed and turned over. His head spinning with desire and his hand out of control, he slid to the warm soft globe and massaged. He leaned down and she parted her lips. She turned her head, and their lips touched and started a chain reaction of murmers and sighs. His hand now busy squeezing her ripe inviting breasts sent pangs of feeling deep down to the center of her. She felt that bulge hotly press against her slightly parted thigh. Her skirt was still up, raised a little higher by his body as he rolled on top of her. She stroked his head tenderly and guided it to the daring bold nipple that now stood erect and longed for attention. His kiss there was soft. Her breathing was increasing with the ever increasing desire within her. Steve's hand now roamed on her soft thighs that instinctively opened as it moved up. They clamped down, trapping his warm hand as it made the inevitable caress. She reached and held his hand there for a moment savoring the feelings of burning delight, then opened her soft thighs to allow further exploration. When his fingers stroked the soft cleft outside her panties, they felt the moisture that was coming through the sheer material. One of his fingers pressed intently, trying to lodge itself deep between the pliable lips that guarded the entrance to her love tunnel. She writhed and moaned in delight as his finger titillated the already wet vagina. He rolled off her a little, then slowly tugging, the elastic gave way and began to slide down off her voluptuous thighs. She raised up a little to assist him. Once they were off, he did not hesitate. While she lay there panting and hoping for the next touch, he slipped out of his pants, and was in his shorts. Then his hand worked the zipper at the side of her skirt down and pulled it free from her. She lay there, naked as the day she was born. Her form caught his gaze and held it there. His eyes couldn't believe the beauties of her nude anatomy. His hand moved to the silken pubic hairs of her vagina and caressed them.
"Are you still hungry?' she asked him with her eyes closed.
He said nothing as her thighs opened invitingly, revealing to his gaze and touch the secrets hidden there. His finger searched deep between the warm moist lips rubbing gently at her now erect love button. Steve was overcome with the desire to devour it as he often did in his dreams of her. She lay panting now under his caress, tantalized to a degree that was unbearable, she opened her thighs more, and with this move he plunged his hot searching finger as deep as it could go into the love mouth. The pliant walls opened then closed around that stiff body that had invaded it. She moaned at this contact and squirmed around to increase the agitation. Then kneeling intently between her thighs Steve's mouth siezed that center spot of his ardours.
"Ooooohhh, Steve," she moaned at the contact of his hot mouth. Her legs threw now completely open to him, her hands stroked and grasped his head in an effort to nourish the mouth that hungered for her. His tongue madly seered in and out, probing and licking at the juices she sent down to him. He lapped up the drool and pulled her closer to him. Then holding her thighs open to his utmost advantage he drove his tongue into her vagina. His teeth added to her delight as he hungrily sucked the sweetness out of her. Then the moment came upon her, and flushed with rage she clung to his head that was sucking voraciously at her erect clitoris. Her climax was convulsive, but interrupted by the sudden and unexpected plunge of his dick, now unclothed and swollen to a brink of explosion.
"Aaaaaahhhh, Ooooohhhh, good," she gasped in final delight. His cock wedged deep into her and began slowly battering into the clinging wet dilated cunt. She was being fucked, fucked, fucked, and she clung to him as to accompany him to the journey's end. Splitting its way into her, Steve's cock lunged and pressed for more furious action. She accompanied his delight with a series of springy heaves well timed to honor his indriven stiff engine. Steve kissed her and she stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. They clung to one another and fought rhythmically. Yielding to his prodigious thrusts her quivering cunt summoned down the juices that lubricated and caused an aquatic friction within the sucking walls of her love tunnel. Her appetite for him increased with every stroke of his cock. She had to give herself, the more she gave up the more joyous her pleasure. Her legs he now lifted up so that her knees almost touched her lovely separated breasts. Withdrawing to pause a second and further her desire, Steve plunged in a new stiffness, more delicious than before. She screamed and yelled in furious delight. He gouged deep at Dolores, touching his hairs to hers, and slapping his balls merrily against her resounding buttocks. Now with ecstasy raging throughout his body he fucked away madly and rapidly, until nature itself was the only one who could save Dolores from his cleaving stout member. Without warning, just as this delicious stretcher caused her to convulse, one hot mettled spurt scorched deep into her cunt, then another, and another, load after load of hot creamy sperm flooded deep into her sucking vagina. She creamed and cried at the burning inside her cunt, but his huge engine kept driving and splashing thoroughly gouging at the conduit clingings of her cunt. The last spurt was sucked avidly from the erected penis. Then they collapsed on each other, still panting and faint with delight, her cunt massaged to the limb inside her, and she lay thankfully panting under him, concentrating still on the liquid within her. Kissing her softly, he rolled off her perspired and gleaming body. She was drenched, unable to move a single muscle in her body.
Senselessly she opened her languid eyes and became aware of the body that sat next to her. Looking to the side, her gaze held instantly to the now limp, still gleaming cock that had just delivered her to heaven. She felt sorry that it was not erect, and rolled closer to it. The pungent smell permiated her nostrils. Then placing her moist lips over it, she sucked up the remaining slime, and licked at his hot balls, taking turns sucking on each of the juggling spheres.
Steve was still in a daze, his minute state of catatonia was broken by the feeling of his cock beginning to swell under the warmth of Dolores' adulating lips. Her mouth brandished the weapon and caused blood to flow into it, making it rise and swell to recovery. Then feeling as though it was about to burst he withdrew from her reluctant mouth and resumed his position kneeling between her legs. She stared intently at his bold and determined cock. Reaching and spreading her legs to the best of his advantage, she lunged once more, this rogue that had put her all in such disarray only minutes ago, deep into her sopping waiting pussy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Edie and Richie were at home finishing supper. After much deliberation she consented to tell him about the episode between still away, and the warmth and comfort she had never before known was hers for the asking, still away, and the warmth and confort she had never before known was hers for the asking.
She questioned him first about what he thought about lesbian activity. He was quite liberal in his thinking and dealing with people and their bags. He assured her that it didn't matter who a person found love with. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't very interested in other males, simply because there were plenty of real females around. If there weren't, he'd probably turn to men. But the situation being what it was and the able body males either in school or in the service, it made an ideal situation, with little competition. Then Edie tested his words.
"What," she asked, "Would you say if I told you one day that I was having an affair with another woman."
"Well," he said, "I'd ask you if you enjoyed it and if you intended to exclude men from your life as the result. If Your answer was no, then I'd ask you just who the woman was, because I'd like for the three of us to enjoy ourselves together. You'd probably tell me the girl was Maxine. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes," she said shyly, "how did you know?"
"I didn't, I just made a wild guess, but there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Gee, that's great, Honey."
"Was she good?" he asked.
Elated by his response she happily reported the whole episode in detail. When Richie got up to get some water, she noticed that familiar bulge in his pants that told her instantly of his state of mind. He asked her if she had had relations with any other men or women, since then. She said no.
"Do you think you're ready for another step?"
"What's that?" she asked.
"Group activity. I'm certain you'll dig it."
"Do you mean an orgy?" she questioned a little uncertainly.
"Well sure, you've really passed that stage, you went right to the next stage of progression. Why don't you talk to Maxine, I'm sure she'll be game."
"Do you really think so?" Edie anxiously asked.
"Of course, go talk to her. I've got to go out for a minute."
Edie agreed and after Richie had left, she asked Maxine to come over to her apartment. Once inside and sitting down, Maxine began to speak.
"Well, honey, what's on your mind?"
"Richie knows about our affair," Edie said cautiously.
"How did he find out?" Maxine asked in surprise. "What did he say about it?"
"Relax, he approves."
"Really?" Maxine shrieked with joy. "He's really something else."
Then Edie told her how the conversation had gone and about the suggestions Richie had made and how he felt about the whole thing. Edie told of his desire to add a little spice to their affair and then asked what Maxine thought of the whole thing.
"Fantastic," she screamed, "simply fantastic, when do we start?" Maxine said as she kissed Edie merrily on the cheek.
"Well, he went out to take care of something and said he'd be right back. So it's all right with you then?"
"All right?" Maxine said, "you are two of the most beautiful people in the world. I've been invited to a really groovy party in two weeks and you two can come if you want. There won't be any squares there and ass will be flying!" Maxine finished.
Rich came in, Maxine jumped up and kissed him soundly on the mouth.
"Come here and give me a hand, Edie, this is the best hunk of beauty in the whole world right now," Maxine yelled.
Edie, slightly puzzled, but delighted at the turn out of things danced over and the three hugged each other lovingly.
"Well," said Richie admiringly, "it seems we've reached a peak of happiness and contentment. That calls for a celebration. Go take a shower girls, we're about to crash a party. Don't take too long and skip the mass makeup, we're just going a few blocks."
Off the girls went happily. Richie went to make a phone call, then joined Edie in the shower.
Watching with envy as Wendy took on the new change, Marilyn and Didi were becoming so aroused they could hardly contain themselves. Wendy writhed in front of their gaze. Joe's body was on the floor and his swollen cock was thrusting up at Wendy's willing cunt. Jimmy in back of her was digging at her torn ass-hole with his broad prick. Derrick held her head glued to his bulging penis as she sucked on it. They were working up a rage to match or surpass that which preceded and were well on their way to succeeding. Jimmy took time now to enjoy the position. His cock was squarely planted up Wendy's willing anus. The small hairs there tickled his swollen scrotum. Taking it out only to allow a momentary glimpse of his shinning cock, he ruthlessly lunged forward and sunk deep into her quivering buttocks. Her moans and groans were greeted with their sighs and obscene whispers into the air.
Sensing just what Marilyn was going through, Didi pulled her to the nearby mattress. Her body sank into the foam rubber. The movement that followed startled Marilyn as her head reclined, a soft hand stole up and squeezed firmly at her pointed tipped breast. Marilyn gasped at the contact. Not knowing what to do, she lay passively and endured the embrace of this lovely new seducer. She was ready to undergo anything to quell the fires that leaped up and out of her pleasure hungry vagina. Then the kiss. Deep and longing. So intense that she had no will. Compliance was her only other alternative, and even that she had no control over. It was happening, rapidly it was happening and she soon began to welcome it. She reached and dug her fingers into the soft flesh of Didi's vivacious teats. The heat from them and the mouth that now sucked hard on her breast, threw her into a frenzy of desire. She wanted to do something, anything to satisfy this insatiable hunger. Didi didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't fully know what had gotten into her, but she had no urge to cease it. For the first time in her life her real inner self had been set free. For the first time she knew the pleasure that men sought in the female breast. This heightened her desire to discover more. Her hands now roamed over the lovely girl's naked body. When her hand reached and dug deep at the wetness of Marilyn's cunt, a long and anquished groan escaped from Marilyn's lips. Didi sunk her finger in and explored the deep sweetness of the girl. Never before had she known such a feeling. The vibrations and moans that took hold of the intoxicating air filled the room and echoed off the clashing bodies. Didi had to find more, more to satisfy her sudden crave for lust. Lowering her head, and nibbling at the soft flesh, she arrived at the center of Marilyn's desire. Still kneeling beside her lovely captive, she kissed the silken brown hairs that hid that pink slit closed only to await opening. The deep searing aroma of Marilyn's vagina reached out and viciously pulled Didi's head down to it. Then opening Marilyn's legs to taste of the sweet treasures before her, she lurched her tongue out and sunk it deep. This was the moment Marilyn pantingly awaited. Reaching for Didi's nude and attractive body, Marilyn pulled her close and kissed her stomach. Realizing what might have been on Marilyn's mind, Didi shifted to accommodate her. Then lifting her creamy white thigh she lowered it on the other side of Marilyn's head. Anxious to give the same pleasure she was receiving, Marilyn pulled the open waiting vagina down to her face, and started a licking motion that skyrocketed up Didi's spine and exploded in her brain. Marilyn then threw her legs open to their widest extension. Didi didn't need coaching, as her tongue searched and finally her lips captured the budding clitoris.
She sucked and sucked on it with all the ferocity her loving mouth could muster. Marilyn threw her legs about wildly, it was too much for her to bear. Her mouth found Didi's erect little love button and returned the ecstasy. They were locked in a vicious circle of delicious intensity. Wave after wave of shocks started from the mouth and ended in the cunt only to be savored into another mouth and the circle continued.
The girls were so engrossed in what they were about, they weren't privy to the intensity that was about to explode near them. Wendy was sucking with all her might at this large cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste his sperm and to swallow all that could enter her. As she sucked wildly she writhed and bucked at the monstrous tool that was plunging rapidly in and out of her clinging lips of her anus. Stretched to a width that mocked and pleased, her ass reared back assaulting almost daringly and goaded Jimmy into a craze of heat. Then the explosions came, three in succession. The first load of sperm spurted deep down her throat from Derrick's pumping cock. Next Joe followed suit, with his pulsating prick, pumping gush after gush into her seething vagina. The final gasp was a loud one as Wendy gave her body in orgasm while Jimmy pumped his greasy sperm deep into her clinging ass-hole. Upon recovering from their state of ecstasy, they began to notice the commotion that was taking place on the floor. Screaming and groaning, the two girls sucked on each other as if afraid to let go. They rolled over one another wildly. There was no one else alive and no one else that could satisfy their craving for lust. Together they clung and convulsed in a mutual multiple climax that shattered their existence. Thoroughly exhausted and fulfilled, the young girls rolled apart and swooned in their delightful half sleep state.
While the men watched in awe at the intensity of these two novices, Wendy busied herself with preparation for the third and final three point sodomy, that was hers as the result of losing their lewd contest. This time it would be Joe's turn to partake in the pleasure of her sweet young buttocks. She sucked and sucked on his limp cock, until it started to increase in size. Then taking it out of her mouth only to speed up the process of his erection, she lifted it and lathed her tongue along the under sides of his dick. It wasn't long before all his vitality had returned and centered on the mouth that now hungrily sucked him to rock hardness. Then withdrawing from him she turned and took on Jimmy's which still dripped a small residue. She took no time to consider it's condition. All her interest was centered madly upon surpassing the previous heights. From the side of her eyes she gazed intently at the lean and supple curves of Didi's lovely body. Her mind focused on the thoughts of what had just transpired between the two girls. She wondered what it would be like to feel the soft baby face of Marilyn nourishing itself deep between her thighs. Feeling Jimmy's cock swelling in her mouth she pulled it out and stroked at Derrick's which was already on its way to recovery. It didn't take long. The feel of her mouth sucking at his manhood caused it to swell 'til rigid with desire and expectation. Then anxious to renew the task she was about, she hastened, and straddling Derrick's stiff erect prick, she descended shuddering and leaned to take Jimmy's tool into her mouth. Joe waited a moment, then tensed with the sight before him, he pointed his unlubricated cock at the still wet asshole. After pulling apart her buttocks, he steadied then lunged with all his might. His rod flew up her unexpecting hole, raging as it went. He did not wait for her to recover from the violence that had just impaled her, but started right in on her. She felt his strong hands pulling her apart at her posterior. He watched the lips of her asshole perking out as they clung to his outdrawing cock. It was hard and so hot that she hardly noticed the others in her. Joe lunged and thrust at her waiting ass without change in his rhythm. She was being gorged worst than ever, assailed to the utmost of her vitals. The thunderous plungings of his cock ravaged her, and sent out commands to all parts of her body to succumb to it. His cock continuously splashed in the semen that still remained deep in her ass. This time the movements were different, she was being clamped still in that position. The only part of her body that moved was her head as it sucked fervently at Jimmy's broad cock. The other part of her body was like the piston shafts of an engine and the pistons took turns plunging deep into her. Her cunt was stretched, her asshole was stretched and her mouth was being stretched. Murderously Derrick held her in the air as he lunged up at her quivering cunt, just after Joe withdrew from the other hole. Racked and torn by the instruments of love that sodomized her, she moaned and cried and sobbed in delight. She didn't care how many times they went into her as long as the fucking didn't ever cease. She wanted them to go on forever. She had fallen madly in love with the three of them. She couldn't get enough of them and finally decided to take all she could. Using then every muscle in her body she opened and contracted her asshole to suck on the rock hard cock that deliciously ruined her ass. At the same time her cunt sucked and slurped on the stout cock that crammed itself so forcefully into it.
Didi and Marilyn watched intently as the moment of truth neared. Secretly Marilyn wished she was in that same position. She would have loved to be able to accommodate the three of them in her vitals. Oh, how she would welcome some large rod of flesh to her wanting vagina. The sight of Joe pulling his prick out of her ass then powerfully lunging deep in sent the feeling straight to Marilyn's ass.
Derrick fully aware of what the girls were going through as they watched, motioned them to come near. They both moved immediately. When they reached him, he told each one to stand on either side of him. Then he had them turn around and kneel with their backs to him and when each had done this his hands stroked and kneeded the tender fleshy cheeks that were offered to his touch. He compared in detail the smoothness and size of the tender girls. Then his fingers strayed down and simultaneously sunk deep into each warm vagina. The girls moaned and undulated as the probing finger in each payed expert tribute and drawing juices, lubricated the outsides of their puckered anus.
Marilyn looked back at Joe and his engine's movements. She envied Wendy and longed for some of the same. Didi's thoughts were not far from the same. They were not to be disappointed long. Having pleased himself with the wetness of each asshole, he forced his finger past the swollen puckered lips and stuck deep into their vitals.
"Ooooohhhh, ahhhhaahhhh," Marilyn moaned in delight, and Didi's groans followed. Without waiting to be told and too involved with the token delight they were receiving, both girls started movements that further impaled them.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Greta sat quietly reading a letter Derrick and Richie had sent her. The letter caused her to reminisce on the events that transpired during their funfilled six day weekend at the cottage. She chuckled as she rapidly went over the past. He mentioned the incident where they watched the best TV program they had ever seen, that starred Kathy and Richie. He set a date with her and was writing to tell her that he and Rich had arranged for a place for the girls to stay for a weekend, and wanted to know if everything was alright on their end.
The girls had been preparing for the past two weeks and were bringing along two other girls as Richie had specified. The girls were Suzanne and Joanne, they were cousins of Kathy and Greta. They were overjoyed at the idea of spending a weekend in New York. Ever since that pleasureful time out in the woods, far from the crowds and nosy neighbors, free to do as they pleased without the slightest bit of shame or fear, and almost totally smashed most of the time, Greta had not even ventured to look at another man. Richie and
Derrick had oversatisfied her so much so that it would take the rest of that week to finish recuperating. Now with this new communication from Derrick, the strange fires started to rise in her once more. She was glad because the things that were written peaked her imagination. She knew it would be harder on her to endure the time until the day their plane would touch down at Kennedy airport. It was all the more time to prepare and would make her desires heighten so much by that time she could easily undergo another six days of Eutopia. What were the surprises in store for them?
New York was very brightly lit, but a boring place on their last visit there. The girls had come with their father, expecting to have a really swinging time. Instead their visit was marred by two days of rain, and never ending speeches by boring representatives of different departments of government and business. She was almost certain that things would be much different. Besides the conversation they had heard about New York from Richie and Derrick made everything cheery in her mind. Even if New York was dull, Greta was sure that while she was in their company, she'd be destined for a smash time. Neither of the girls could make up their minds about which one they liked the best and for that reason were at least pleased that the boys had not taken it upon themselves to choose a partner. Greta and Kathy decided that they wouldn't either until Derrick or Richie made a decision on that line.
Just then Kathy got home. Greta called to her upstairs.
"Kathy, is that you?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Will you come up here a minute, it's important."
"Everything is important to you sis, can't it wait?"
"It's from Derrick and Richie," she yelled as she waved the envelope in the air.
Kathy hardly took time to put down the packages in her hand as she raced up the stairs and was at the door before Greta was fully in.
"That was quick," Greta laughed.
"What did they say?" she asked anxiously.
"Everything is all set for next weekend on their side," replied Greta.
"Oh," she exclaimed. "That's just great, I'll go call Suzanne and Joanne, they've been waiting to hear from us."
With that she raced back down the stairs and called them. Everything was working out well. Suzanne and Joanne already had their things packed. They were ready to leave that night, they had heard so much about the episodes at the cottage, some of which Joanne found hard to believe, but there was little exaggeration on the part of either of their cousins. Suzanne, especially, couldn't wait to see the size and shape of Richie's and Derrick's cock. Suzanne and Joanne weren't virgins, but in the two or three times they had had intercourse they were hopelessly disappointed and dissatisfied. The fellows were clumsy and weren't even average size when it came to erections. Each had reached an effective climax only once. Multiple orgasm was one thing Suzanne secretly dreamed of as she awaited this date.
Suzanne was elated at the news that everything was ready. She couldn't wait to tell her cousin. Kathy hung up the phone then ran to rejoin Greta in the bedroom. She read eagerly the pages as Greta finished and handed them to her. They hoped and prayed that nothing would go afoul and spoil their plans.
To wait, to want, to implore, to explore. To take what is given. To give while taking. These were the notions that skipped through his mind as he drained all his energies on the sacrifice that lay on the after before him. His hands explored, his eyes implored. He had waited. He had wanted. Now it was given. It was all his for the taking. The silken hairs that obstructed his view were parted slightly. The beckoning lips waited for a move. Waited for a touch. He worked up a pitch of desire and would not give in to his urge until the last minute. Then when he thought his sap would leap out he stooped his shaft to the lips that beckoned with anticipation. Wetting then the proud head with the warm fluids that surrounded the erect love button, and opening the lips slightly, Steve pressed forward and let his big cock make its own entrance. Feeling with detail the burning lips open and close around his stiff shaft, he settled slowly deep inside her wet throbbing cunt. Pausing only to summon more desires, he withdrew slowly then plunged in again.
For Dolores, the swelling didn't cease. Her loins now full to capacity and sucking hard on that stiff body that had invaded her, her arms moved slowly up the back and over the skin of the high priest who was anointing her lips with kisses to set fire by. Dolores clung to Steve, then lifting her legs, opened to his sword to take what treasures he so desired. His movements became more rapturous and his sword, now swallowed up wholly, she hailed with juices that caressed and lubricated. Then as if waking from a trance, the lunges increased. Her body now intent upon nourishing itself on that rod of flesh that was insinuating and retreating at a rapid pace. Steve's breath picked up the pace. Goading him on with springy heaves to meet his every thrust, lovely Dolores threw her arms and legs fully apart and offered carte blanche to the swollen member that was gouging at her sweetness. Steve, fixed on making her cry out in sweet ecstasy, plunged deeply at her quivering cunt. In and out, deeper and deeper, making the hairs intermingle than abruptly pull apart. The lovely body that was offered to him freely and willingly was not a dream and yet was the best dream he ever had. This dream felt so soft and pliable. Dolores darted her tongue in and out of his mouth. Her hands above her head in resignation, her moans and groans and constant sighs of joy, her undulating loins goading him on. Nothing else in the world mattered.
Unable to take passively more of this delight, Dolores' hands sprang up and clung to his back. Her hands moved now to his buttocks and spreading her lovely thighs wider, she crushed his prick to her depths, forcing new room and sucking hard on his cock as it withdrew. She needed it, every bit of it. She lived only for the joy she experienced now. That hard pole thrusting at her quivering wanting loins sent her completely out of her body, into a world of pleasure. The rapture was so strong and the breathing so intense, and the thrusts so fierce that nothing could stop them now. They bucked and writhed and moaned until the final grasp, his cock sent hot spurts of semen steaming out to meet the walls of her sucking cunt. She lurched in shock as her cunt sucked avidly on his thick spurting weapon. Racked and torn and satisfied, she lay panting under him. The sacrifice had been devoured.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Joe was still in the drivers seat. His belly banged into the soft extended buttocks of Wendy. Both Marilyn and Didi were now on their backs with their legs up and open in order to receive the best of Derrick's treatment to their asses. Didi reached and grasped at the hand that was master over the crazy finger in her asshole. She held it and involuntarily rubbed it, pulled it down so as to impale his thick finger deeper into her guts. Now having command of the two bodies on his hands, Derrick centered his attention back on the hungry cunt that was sliding up and down on his large prick. He resumed his lunges and seemed to bring a gasp that woke poor Wendy from the stupor of joy she was enduring.
Joe hadn't stopped for a second and Wendy was almost in tears with delight over the splendid feelings she was receiving. She reared and endulated in delight trying desperately to keep pace with the burning cocks that violently manipulated her feminine extremities.
Unable to contain herself, Marilyn reached down and insinuating her finger in her vagina, commenced to massage attentively at her erect clitoris.
"Ooooooohhh," she moaned in ecstasy. Only yesterday she was an innocent young student who never had more than the usual sexual relationship and even that was spread over a period of two years at intervals totaling no more than three. Now the thought caught her, and she was glad. A woman or man is meant to have pleasure, just as long as it didn't interfere with the life of others, it was intended to be that way.
The doctrine of limiting passion and only in the process and intent of procreation, was the biggest idiocracy she had ever heard. She was certain of it now. This doctrine was only adopted to prevent the possibility of creating too many children that would receive little or no love as the result of a few minutes of illicit pleasure and the search for a deeper relationship with someone else. With birth control, this thought was no longer valid. It was ever more evident to her now.
Marilyn resigned to enjoy herself to the hilt. She was with people who enjoyed her and they were with people who enjoyed them. She felt somehow honored to have been in their company, and began to love the harmony and joy they brought to each other. The heat that filled the room was like sonic waves. Sharp electric shocks thrilled throughout their bodies. All of their efforts were centered on one idea. Enjoyment. Some to give it, others to take it, all to experience it. Enjoyment, Pleasure, Excitation, Ecstasy, Hunger, Desire, and Lust. All the words that could describe each one's individual feelings commanded the room at that moment. The intensity increased. The feelings got sharper, the groans louder, the lunges harder, the sucking stronger ... Then all at once in voices of chorus, Wendy, Marilyn, Didi, Joe, Jimmy and Derrick felt one togetherness. The heat that seered at Wendy from every point crushed in on her brain. She fainted under the blazing of sperm splatting fiercely at her from all sides. The night with the gang, and all periods after, all rejoined her at this point. Her climax was so multiple that it came in waves of electric shock. It kept on coming with every injection. Her senses no longer hers, her soul no longer hers, it was theirs. All of it. It was Joe's and his was no longer his. It was Jimmy's and his no longer his. It was Derrick's and his no longer his. The whole room gasped and expounded wild thoughts as each person gave up their all for the others in climax.
They all lay back. Wendy rolled off Derrick's now limp cock. Joe's still held in her. She wanted to assure herself of containing all of the gunk that had been spewed into her belly. Her mouth she withdrew from Jimmy's cock only after sucking out every drop and draining him completely dry. Then leaning on the nearby couch she waited as Joe in a daze reluctantly withdrew from her sucking hole.
Time passed by and none of them had noticed it. None of them had stirred or moved an inch from the position of disarray they were in. After a long while, Joe began to stir. Then as if to summon them all back from their separate worlds, the telephone rang. Joe noticed that no one was really able to move. Some of them probably didn't even hear it, he thought.
Maxine had waited for days since the last time she devoured, feasting on the naked sweetness of Edie. She thought of her firm pert breasts, and the seething warmth of her delicious vagina. She thought of the moans and sighs she made the girl utter as her tongue darted lovingly between the lips of her lovely writhing honey pot. Oh! to taste of her ripe clean body again, to feel her young legs throbbing and wrapping themselves about her head, to feel her hands stroking lovingly at her head as she drank of the tropical fruit whose aroma clung to the brain.
The shower beat down on her curvacious body steadily. As her hands soaped her stomach, they went involuntarily to her ripe and sensitive breast. The nipples were hard and stood for attention. She squeezed and massaged them both as her thoughts turned to Edie's mate, Richie. How sweet it was of him to make such a suggestion. Was he really for sharing his mate with another woman or did he only have secret yearnings to get Maxine in bed? She studied this question then studied her own body. She couldn't blame him for being attracted to her. She was even attracted to him. She became flattered by the idea of his suggesting that the three of them make love together.
How often she noticed the glint in his eyes when he spoke to her. He hadn't made a pass at her, and she could very well understand that. This city was full of crazy jealous men and women. She could understand any move not to bring his playthings to close to home. To her fond delight and relief, she found that this was not the case. Maxine would willingly give her body to Richie, because he deserved it.
Maxine thought of Richie's body. What did it look like. He'd been in her presence a few times and she slightly but unintentionally took notice of a bulge in his pants. It was never enough to constitute an erection, but it now began to focus in her lovely little head. If it was that size when placid, how was it erect? she thought to herself. She thought then of herself kneeling humbly before him and slaving ardently over his huge cock as Richie plunged it deep into her sucking mouth. She beccame obsessed with the thought of the size and feel of it. She thought of the heat and texture. Maxine thought of her lips kissing and nibbling at the veins along his erect shaft. She thought of his hands stroking her hair and rubbing it along the sides of his cock as she sucked on him. She thought of his hairy thighs and the smell of his naked loins.
Her hands she had now rinsed off and were addressing the silken brown hairs of her pussy. Expounding thoughts were being replaced by expounding thrills. Wilder ideas flowed into Maxine's head as the shower poured over her head. Her fingers teased and tantalized deep into her womb. While one of her hands massaged expertly at her breast, the other inserted fingers at different intervals into her wet vagina. Her orgasm brought on by intense masturbation was swift convulsive. When her showering finished, she quickly dried herself, wondering if she had spent too much time there.
Richie had joined Edie in the shower. It was almost a month since they had showered together. They took time to cling to each other and squeezed their naked loins in an effort to make them one. Richie was thinking about the conversation that had preceded this jovial shower. He wondered what it was like to caress and feel the soft skin of Maxine clinging to him. He had often thought about her, but for some reason, probably the company she kept, or his past experience with lesbians slowed him up from actually fully making a pass at her. It wasn't that he wasn't free to do so. He could easily tell now that a pass at her before would not have met with much resistence.
Edie was thinking about the place they were heading for. What were the rules of the house, if any? How would she feel with people watching her? Was this going to be an orgy or just a regular gathering? These and others were questions she pondered. The feel of his cock swelling and nudging for entrance made her thoughts return to Rich. How kind it was of him not to scold her or yell at her over the events that took place with her and Maxine. His manner of speech made her feel a little relieved. The things she and Maxine had done were just in the line of obtaining pleasure. She wanted to thank him. She kissed him and gently stroked his now stiffly risen cock. Then seeing no need to prolong his anguish, Edie slid down on one knee and kissed it. The water pouring down on her head made her feel erotic. She looked at his cock through watery eyes, then as if to protect it from the water, she sucked it into her mouth as far back as it could go.
Rich thought of Maxine kneeling in front of him paying tribute to the man who had given his seal of approval to her lust ridden activities. As his cock oozed into Edie's warm mouth he pushed forward slightly. The feeling was great. He let the water trickle on top of it as he pulled out. Then plunging back in Richie held Edie's head to him. Her hands were busy massaging the semen-filled sack that hung dangling. Edie rubbed up and down on his cock sucking as hard as she could and softly grasping her teeth against it. As she knelt there, she thought of the hairs on Maxine's cunt. They were different, but Richie's tickled her nose more. His were more curly and had an odor to them that drove her insane with desire. What would it be like to take another man's cock into her mouth she wondered. Would it taste the same, or different or better? She continued her sucking. Her lips pursed around the swollen member, while her tongue sneakily lathed on the bottom causing friction. It could not long be endured without some sign of intensity. This sign came sooner than she had expected as she opened her mouth more and held the tip of his prick to her tongue. As her tongue licked softly at the little bridge that seemed to hold the head of his cock, the warm creamy liquid began to ooze out into her waiting mouth. With that she began to suck harder, intent on swallowing every drop of his delicious sperm. She sucked him dry, then they quickly resumed their shower.
The taste of his sperm still lingered in her throat. That was the part she liked best about it. When they had finished showering they took the time to lovingly dry each other off. Richie started at her head kissing her, went down her back and slowly moved around to her stomach. His hands lingered over her breasts and she moaned softly. Then he squeezed intently and she gasped at the warmth that seared through the towel into her breasts. She closed her eyes and devoured the feeling. After he dried her thoroughly, she started in on him. From the bottom of his feet on up his legs, while all the time her face pressed to his genitals. Finally her hands made their way up, and captured his manhood softly. She stroked it softly then kissing and sucking slightly on the soft head she continued until he was fully dry.
At about the same time, Maxine was standing before the mirror combing her curly hair and admiring her slender figure. She wondered how far Rich and Edie had gotten. If they were ready they would be knocking on her door by now anyway. She figured they probably spent a little time playing hanky panky in the water, so they couldn't be that far ahead of her.
How nice it felt to be free to interact with someone she felt good about for a change. She didn't mind giving herself to him on the day of their first reunion since three years had past. She decided that it might take a little more effort on her part to bring about the success of their relationship. One thing was for sure, she was no longer a virgin, and had no need for the petty games any more. Truth is what brought her and Pete together this time, and she decided to keep it that way. Besides, there was nothing to hide from him. Jynah was not going to be married to him any time soon, although she entertained the thought. She wasn't going to be tied to him and have to make reports of all her moves. The last affair was like that. Her man had no confidence at all in her ability to take care of herself. He wasn't with her all of the time. It was impossible for him to be there right on the spot, whenever trouble occurred. His vast jealousy and possessiveness were the main cause of their split. One day Jynah just realized that she wasn't married to him and really didn't have to answer to him at all. This time it would be different.
Pete understood what Jynah had gone through. He sometimes went through the same changes. The difference was that whenever Pete noticed the situation occuring he would call a grinding halt to the whole affair and try to see if some kind of an agreement could be reached. As Jynah sat there on the couch in his neatly decorated living room, she noticed the way things were arranged. Since she was doing interior design and was beginning to make good at it she thought he might be interested in letting her work on his place, as sort of practice for her career. The place didn't need very much as far as additions. There was a stereo console, with built-in bar and a color TV. There were two tape decks, one he kept for a file, and the other for music. The floor was luxuriously carpeted, with cushions to boot. He was even conscientious enough to have a hair dryer there, and a closet with different sizes of women's clothing.
While he was busy in the kitchen, making a few telephone arrangements and dinner engagements, he told her to try on a pair of slacks and a blouse. She got up and danced merrily over to the closet. It was invisible to the eyes, but a button concealed along the window bottom opened the sliding doors. The sizes were marked, and she was an exact size 10. She searched through the clothes for something that was not too flashy, but comfortable for the occasion. After all she might be sitting on the floor, or standing next to a wall.
Pete was dressed in his dungaree bell bottoms, white low cut sneakers, that he loved so well, and a see through summer shirt that revealed the outlines of his mascular chest. His tinted lenses sat comfortably on his nose. Pete looked so comfortable when he emerged from the kitchen, that Jynah envied him. His walk was springy and his gestures of vitality were like those of a basketball, or soccer player. Jynah stared at his physique, it was very pleasing to the eye. She knew that if Pete ever settled down to a life of little travel or exercise, he'd probably start getting flabby. But she didn't care. He had matured quite a bit in the time that had past and was doing pretty good in the diamond business, and whatever other side lines he had. She knew that there had to be another livelihood, because a person with that much vitality doesn't concentrate on just one line of work.
He stared back at her. As she turned to select from the closet, he sneaked up behind her and yanking the towel from her lovely tanned body, he chuckled.
"Pose for me, my beloved," he said.
She smiled back at him and took a few steps then struck the most provocative pose. The position from where he was standing excited him. Then Jynah sank to the carpet and posed in another position. This time she beckoned to him with deep inviting eyes, and thighs so well shaped, he could not resist. Pete dropped to the floor, then taking lovely Jynah into his arms, he pulled her face towards him and kissed her deeply. Then reclining her head to the floor, her moved his hand and fondled a cool yet exciting breast. She clung to his neck and responded to his kiss. Then his hand swiftly traveled her length, and started exploring the warmth of her vagina. She pulled her lips free reluctantly and said "Let's wait until we get there. If we keep up this pace there won't be much energy left in either of us to walk a step, let alone make love."
"As always, my darling Jynah, you are so right," he replied.
When she was fully dressed, she was dressed. Jynah almost knocked him out when she emerged from the bathroom. Her shapely legs were caressed by the neatly fitted slacks. That inviting V at the top of her thighs stared straight at him. Her erect nipples pushed against the soft pink blouse. She had no bra on, and she really didn't need it.
"Wow," Pete said, "Will you look at this hunk of fruit!"
She enjoyed his lust-filled gaze. It was very complimentary and she loved to be complimented. Her hair now fully dry, hung low and silky. It had a luster of it's own and she only carried a small jar of coconut oil cream to keep her scalp from getting dry. Other than that there was not a trace of anything else in her hair. It hung black and long and straight. It was as fine as that of a Tahitian girl. Pete's eyes were captured to her lovely body. He looked her up and down with desire. He wanted to rip the clothes right off her lovely back, then throw her on the carpet and make lunges at her that would drive her insane again. Jynah wanted the same, but knew that they'd never get to where they were going if that were to begin again. Besides, she didn't want to overindulge him so soon. Jynah wanted to give and take a piece at a time, thereby reducing the chance of ever running out of having something to offer him. They had a little bite to eat then Pete called the garage. When they got downstairs, the car was waiting for them. It was a late modeled Mercedes convertible. It was metalic blue and suited Pete's character just right. The seats were thick foamy leather. It contained a strong stereo console especially designed for him by Richie. He could pick up off-shore broadcasts. Pete also had a telephone and tape unit. They hopped in and after tipping the attendant they drove off. Pete had a case full of oldies records with that hard rock swing to them. Every record that played reminded her of the times they used to spend together back then. They were off, cheerfully grooving their way downtown.
Steve and Dolores had just stepped out of the shower when the phone rang. It was Pete calling from his car.
"Hello Steve, this is Pete."
"How are things going old bean?"
"I just got back in town and I'm heading down your way. What the hell's been happening to you?"
"Oh, nothing man," Steve replied, "Just got finished taking a shower and smoking some dynamite grass. What are you up to?"
"Well, remember Jynah?" Pete asked.
"Do I!" Steve exclaimed, "How could she disappear from my life like that. I haven't seen or heard from Jynah in ages."
"Yeah! Well we're on our way to Jimmy's house, there's a thing going on. Why don't you drop by?" Pete said.
"Yeah that's a good idea, I think well just do that," Steve replied.
"Hey, who's we, Steve?" Pete asked.
"Oh, Dolores and me, she's over here right now."
"That's not that chick Derrick was making it with the last time I was here is it?" Pete asked.
"It sure is man." Steve replied.
"Well don't you think it might cause a slight conflict? Derrick's not exactly what I'd call a small fellow."
"No, no conflict at all, Derrick and Dolores have a groovy relationship and so have we. My old lady is free to do whatever she wants to do, and so is his. It just so happens that at this time she wants to do what she wants to do with me. Derrick will be happy to see us when we get there. He's no square you know. He means every word he says, but most of the time too many people think he's only kidding around. Besides, if he's over at Jimmy's right now, I'm sure he's with some other girl. We'll see you there old prune. By the way, do you need any stuff?"
"Well, sure, I'll take as much as you can give me, pal," Pete replied.
"Well talk .about it when you get there" Steve laughed. "But you'd better hurry up or you'll be getting the left overs." They said goodbye.
Jynah was listening to the conversation.
"You're still the nutty duo aren't you? You're really too much," she said lovingly.
Steve turned to Dolores and said. "Get some clothes on, we're going to a party."
"Can I go like this?" she asked.
"Sure," Steve said, "After you get there, what you have on won't matter. It's what you won't have on, that'll be most important."
"Who was that who just called?" Dolores asked.
"Oh, that was Pete, and this girl named Jynah."
"Who were you talking about?" Dolores asked inquisitively.
"What! have you switched jobs from programmer to reporter, Baby, he was talking about Derrick and I explained to him your groovy relationship and our groovy relationship."
"Is he going to this ... party?"
"Pete or Derrick?"
"Pete?" she replied.
"Yeah," Steve said. "Derrick is already there."
"Oh, really?" her eyes lit up.
"Let's hurry up and get there, this should be interesting."
"Ok, Queen Dolores, so put something on quickly before I take you and rape you once or twice before we get there."
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Just as Maxine was making the final strokes of the soft brown hair, there was a knock on the door. It was Edie.
"Are you almost ready?" Edie asked.
"Just about, I'll come over as soon as I'm done. Give me ten more minutes will you?"
"Sure," Edie happily replied.
Then coming back into her apartment, she took off her bathing cap and let her lovely long Indian hair fall. She brushed it tenderly while Richie waited in the living room. He was rolling a couple of joints so they could arrive at the party feeling happy. Richie thought of what was going on at the party. Jimmy was panting like a canine when he answered the phone and Rich could hear someone softly moaning in the background. Derrick was there. There was little doubt in Richie's mind about what was taking place. The only thing that puzzled him was what would be the procedure of entrance. Would they first meet everybody then take off all of their clothes and start fucking? Or would there be a little more "couth" to bring the newcomers up to par standards? Judging by his experience with Jimmy, he figured the latter would be the course of action. He'd get Edie and Maxine high before they went over there just to be on the safe side. Richie didn't want to be the one who introduced the DRAG, that horrible dreaded "modesty puritanic bullshit baby," to the party. Drags were always the cause of problems. At parties such as this, he thought it best that he brief the girls on what would, could and should happen, befory they left. Each house has a different head, and a different head might not react favorably to the same thing that another would. Richie thought of Wendy. He hadn't seen her since she left a few months ago. He wondered what Wendy was up to and if there had been any change in her cute figure. He thought of her being gouged while laying under Derrick's grip. Rich thought of how the other girls might react to woman-to-woman stimulus. Then he threw the doubts aside. If this thing is going off right and he hadn't heard any complaints then it was up to him to see to it that the girls were fully informed on just what to expect. While Rich mentally prepared his rap to them he lit up a smoke and started inhaling. It felt cooling and the lurid smelling aroma pierced his nose. He took another drag, and the effects were beginning to take already. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"State your business," Rich yelled. "It's me Maxine."
Edie opened the door and let her in. Edie returned to the bedroom and was now putting on her clothes. Maxine danced in merrily and sat down next to Richie.
"My," she said. "You look ready for a picnic."
She gazed at Richie as he stood up. He had a pair of knee-socks on and a pair of Roman sandals. He was also wearing shorts and a college sweat shirt. He was gazing intently at her. She looked uniquely refreshed. She wore a pair of tight fitting slacks that hugged at her beautifully rounded buttocks, and the V in front looked very inviting. Her breasts were without cover under her clinging nylon blouse. Richin yearned to take her breasts into his hands and squeeze them. There would be plenty of time for that, he thought.
Then taking the joint and putting it to her pouting lips, Maxine took a drag. He noticed the shape of her lips. The fullness and plumpness that made them so voluptuous. He could almost feel them sucking and closing around his prick.
"I'm standing here staring at you," he said flatly, "because I'm thinking of the things I'd like to do to you when we get there. What brings you pleasure," he asked considerately.
"Well," she said, "there are any number of things, but so that we'll have enough fun, I'm not telling you. This way you'll have to explore me to find out. How's that sound, booby?"
"Fine, just dandy." Rich replied.
"Here roll up a joint and put some hash in it," he said passing the bowl of grass and hash chunks to her.
Edie emerged from the bedroom. Richie turned on his stereo as she quietly neared him. She caught his attention as he looked at her approvingly. She had a pair of shorts that revealed her shapely tanned legs. Her hair was hanging to the side, and looked very sexy as she peeked out of the one eye that was not covered.
"I've changed my mind," he joked. "I'm thinking seriously of taking you two to a photographer to get a portfolio. I'm really delighted at the way things are beginning to take form," he said happily. "I hope this trend continues."
Richie paused briefly between sentences to inhale the fumes of his cigarette. Then passing one of the newly rolled ones to Edie, he lit it.
"Do either of you have anything you would like to ask before we venture forward? Is there anything that is not clear?" Rich asked the girls.
"Yes," Maxine replied, "Just how swinging is this crowd? And are they waiting for us to get there or have they started already?"
"Oh, they've started already. They started earlier this afternoon or evening. Things are in full swing at about this minute."
"Well then, what happens when we get there?" Maxine continued.
"We've worked out a simple remedy." Rich said. "Jimmy's pad is like loft, a sort of railroad flat. We will undoubtedly be let in the back entrance. There are five separate rooms, and we'll start at the first. Then as our stamina increases we'll work our way to the main living Loving room. By the time we've reached the Loving room, each should have had a good fuck at least once. At any rate, by the time you reach the Loving room you should be completely naked and ready for Love. As the night rolls on every one will eventually wind up in the Loving room. After a certain hour, say about 1 or 2 o'clock at night, depending upon how many people are expected, the doors will be all barred and no one will be allowed in or out. Jimmy's will be our sleeping quarters for the night. The reason for the initiation in the preceding rooms is because there is a closed circuit TV system set up to focus on the Loving Room. You can watch everything that is going on from where you are fucking. Before advancing to the next room or straight through to the loving roon you should be thoroughly smashed and ready to do anything that suits your fancy.
"Are there any more questions?" Rich asked softly. There was none.
"Then my dears, let us be on our way. But before we go, let's first test our states of mind. Maxine, since you are the new comer you'll be last" Then reaching down, Richie pulled Edie close to him and kissed her. She responded eagerly and pressing her squirming body to him she darted her tongue in and out of his sucking mouth. After they'd finished, Richie sighed, and turned to Maxine. She flew into his arms and solidly opened her mouth on his. Her tongue was hot and sweet, her kiss very deep. He felt the heat rise in his body and held her there squirming against him for a longer time than with Edie.
"You girls are definitely ready," he yelled. "Let's get out of here!"
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Joe got up slowly and answered the phone. It was Steve calling to say he was on his way over. He relayed the message to Jimmy. Jimmy went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. There was an air filtration and injection nozzle leading into the bathroom. Jimmy got up and removing the cap of one of the jars of chibu-chibu, he fixed a bowl to the suction nozzle of the injector. Then filling it with the stimulating herbs, Jimmy lit it and switched on a small motor. Securing the door, he returned to the Loving room and asked Marilyn if she would like to shower and revitalize with him. She consented. There wasn't a better suggestion than that. They went into the bathroom and secured the door behind them. By now the chibu fumes had been flooded into the bathroom and mingled with the steam from the shower. There was a small vent at the top of the wall where the steam could escape out into the Loving room. Before he went into the bathroom, Jimmy asked Derrick to check the bowl every once in a while to see that the chibu was still burning. He also told the others to help themselves to any of the jars.
"Steve is coming over with Dolores," Joe said to Derrick.
"Oh, is that who was just on the phone?" Derrick asked. "Yep."
The thought inched into Derrick's mind. He wondered what Dolores and Steve had been up to. He hoped much. She had told him that she was going to have dinner with Steve. About a day or so ago he and Steve had a really deep talk on principles and philosophy. It was then Derrick realized that Steve wanted to be sure of his position. He didn't blame Steve for being attracted to Dolores. He was, and Dolores was quite a charming cheerful lovely young girl. Derrick assured Steve that he would have no opposition to his having an affair with Dolores. As a matter-of-fact, he added, he felt better knowing she was with someone he knew and trusted. He hoped the feeling was mutual. It was, Steve assured him. Steve and Derrick joked and spent the rest of the day talking about girls they would like to get to. Most of the names were girls that were immediate friends or mates of their friends or just girls they both ran into and wanted to form a relationship with. He and Steve resigned that they were going to start hanging out uptown around the East 70's or 80's. There were a number of expensive discotheques up there and it shouldn't be too hard to land a few wealthy chicks to party with and introduce into their own circle of friends.
Derrick was sure that things had worked out fairly good between Dolores and Steve. He had also piqued her imagination earlier, by suggesting that she get a better acquaintance with some of his friends. Derrick assured Dolores that they were all quite interested in her, and asked which ones she thought she would like to go to bed with. Dolores' answers weren't direct, so he made various suggestions and guess-judged by her answers. Steve was one of the names he mentioned that met with a favorable response. So was Jimmy and his brother Richie.
While getting ready to leave for Jimmy's pad Steve thought about the call he had just received from Pete. Jynah, he exclaimed in thought, Wow! would I like to see her again. I'll bet she's still as fine as ever. Steve put her second on his list of girls he'd like to get into that night. But if he knew correctly there would be a few eyes on Jynah's lovely body. The competition would be active. Right then and there Steve made up his mind that if Jynah didn't want to stay, that he'd collaborate with his boozing buddy Pete and make her stay. He really didn't think that was necessary, because each of them knew the score. None of them would be square enough to bring a girl without first getting her to fully consent. So Jynah, fine fine Jynah was on her way down to Love town. This was already shaping up to be quite a day. Locking the door behind them, Steve and Dolores started for the party that was already in swing. Dolores thought about Derrick and wondered who he was with. She was certain he was enjoying himself. And whoever the girl or girls he was enjoying himself with. Many figures and faces flashed across her brain, but to no great avail. She wouldn't know the answer to the question "who," until she got there, and even then he probably wouldn't still be with the same one he came with.
The steam in the shower was getting to Jimmy and Marilyn. He just wanted to be with her alone all by himself for a change. He wanted to really take the time to explore her niceties and listen to what ever she might have on her mind. Jimmy asked Marilyn if she thought she was enjoying herself. She replied enthusiastically, that she was really enjoying herself and having an unbelievable time. Marilyn wanted to know just how often Jimmy had things like this in his apartment. He explained to her that this was going along exceptionally well. She was surprised when Jimmy told her it was only the beginning and that other interesting people were coming over. He wanted to make a date with her to spend some time together in the next couple of weeks. Marilyn agreed and said that she would leave her number and would begin to effectively change her schedule so that she could have more time for similar relaxation.
To get a degree in philosophy she would still have to do four more years in school. At this pace, she was sure that if she cut out some of her courses she would have more time to concentrate on the more important subjects. She would also have time to think and go out and enjoy life. She was now determined that that was just what she'd do.
Derrick had such a hard time trying to convince her by words, she told Jimmy. She really loved him for showing her by actions. Jimmy was glad she had made such a decision, it takes sometimes a lot of depth and perception for a girl to be able to see herself in the eyes of others. Marilyn explained that she was beginning to realize the immense amount of patience Derrick had shown her. There were long intervals when she would not see him at all, and whenever he happened to call, she was already committed to some trivial tutoring job for a friend or something. The first person she would spend her newly gained free time with would be Derrick. After that she would have time which she would gladly spend with Jimmy.
They kissed passionately. Marilyn felt a new sensation of belonging. She felt it for Derrick, she was feeling it for Jimmy now, and she would feel it for Joe. As she kissed him she let her hand slide down to stroke and caress his swollen flesh. Jimmy lifted her up and found the warm slit he sought and slid his fat cock up her. He thought of her writhing naked in his arms in bed. Just the two of them communicating to the highest possible point. Marilyn wrapped her legs around Jimmy's waist. Then holding her ass up with his hands, he lunged and fucked Marilyn standing up, riding her on his stiff cock. There was no way for her to get down, her feet dangled in the air and her arms clung fast around his neck. Marilyn was enjoying the obscene position she was in. She had never been fucked that way before, let alone in a shower. Jimmy fucked away yelling obscenities into her willing ears. Then Marilyn felt the hot gushes of sperm pierce deep up into her pussy. Finally her feet touched the floor. Her head was spinning, but somehow she looked forward to more of the same. She was wondering if she was becoming a bit too promiscuous. She didn't care, because the people she was being promiscuous with were limited to those that were there at the party. Those that she loved.
When their shower had finished, they stepped out and dried off each other. Emerging from the shower, Jimmy told Derrick, "She's really beautiful people, a delightful, beautiful girl. And what you see in this clown here Marilyn, I'll never be able to understand," Jimmy said jokingly.
They both laughed.
"Don't take me serious Marilyn, I know partly what you see in this guy. He's about one of the most pleasant people I've ever been with. No matter how bad, or how down I'm feeling, this Fuck always manages to crack me up and make me forget all about my problems. You're both really beautiful people and I hope you're never gone from here for any lengthy time." Jimmy ended.
"Ok, stop Sucking Around, Jim," Derrick said laughing.
"Do you see?" he said to Wendy, "Do you see this crazy Fuck, he's really nuts!" Jimmy exclaimed.
Derrick and Didi went off to the bathroom.
"Turn on the gas," Derrick yelled to Jimmy, "You high old soul."
"Yessuh, mistah boss main, raht way suh, anythang you say Jim," Jimmy cried in jest, as he hurriedly filled the bowl anew.
Once in the bathroom Derrick sealed off the door, then turning to Didi he said, "Let's just stand here and rejuvenate on some of these sweet herbs."
The smoke rushed into the bathroom, then Derrick turned on the shower to get the smoke to mix with the steam. He returned to Didi, who was staring at him on every move.
"And just how is your Highness, enjoying herself this evening?" he asked her as he took her in his arms.
"Oh, I'm really having a gas of a time. In all the times I came down here during last summer, I couldn't really find anything that was happening. This is far beyond my wildest expectations. I mean there's no filth involved, we're just all having a great time and really getting our feelings out."
"Well, young lady, more people are on their way over here, so things I think will begin to increase as far as intensity is concerned. You mentioned something about Connecticut. What part are you from?" Derrick asked.
"Westport," Didi answered.
"Westport? Wow, I spent a weekend up there about a month or so ago. It was a groovy place. I guess that's just because I was high most of the time."
"Yes we've a couple of houses up there, but we only stay in one," Didi replied. "Who's we?"
"Oh, just my mother and my sister, but my sister will be going away to college and my mother is going to Europe for the summer. She wanted me to come along, but I didn't want to, and I'm glad I didn't or else we wouldn't be standing here like this right now."
With that last remark Derrick took her and kissed her deeply.
"Wow, you're really a sweet chick, I'd love to spend some time with you, but I'd like to get away from here for a short while."
"Well," Didi uttered. "We could go up to Connecticut, and stay at my other house. It's on a hill beside the sea and it's really groovy. Would you like that?"
"Oh, would I," Derrick exclaimed. "When can we go up?"
"Well, anytime you say, my ar is right outside," Didi replied.
"Ok, let me set up my schedule and we'll need a day or two to recuperate from this evening. How about sometime between Monday and next weekend?"
"Great,', she said. "I'll be looking forward to it."
While they embraced and he entered her for the first time, he said, "I might not get to see you the rest of the night, but don't believe that. Let's enjoy the hell out of each other right now!" Then lifting her up in the same manner Jimmy had, his huge dark prick plunged deep up into her creamy white skin. He gave her a fucking he was sure she'd never forget. Then after spurting deep into her lovely cunt, he put her down and bent her over so that her lovely buttocks were awaiting him. He fingered the small anus, then shoved his still strong stiff prick up her ass.
As Didi moaned at that contact, the buzzer sounded at the door outside. Wendy went to the door. In the meantime Jimmy had set the film and was ready to roll it. In stepped Richie with Edie and Maxine. Wendy asked if they wanted to run the mill, or just come right in and join the crowd.
"We'll join the crowd," Maxine said enthusiastically.
Wendy showed them into the first bedroom and they started taking off their clothes. By the time they were all nude, Richie was busy feeling Maxine's cute ass. It felt spongy and soft in his hands. He had thoughts of throwing her right down on the bed and administering to her. His idea was cut short by the entrance of Jimmy into the room to meet his new guests. Richie introduced him to Maxine, whom he greeted with a horny glint in his eyes. He already knew Edie, and the five of them went into the Loving room to join the rest of the gang. Marilyn and Joe were sitting there watching the film attentively. It revealed a couple of men deeply engaged in the act of fellatio. They both had dark hair and their pricks bobbed and weaved in and out of each other's mouths. On the other bed were two women, both sucking avidly on each other's cunt. When Maxine emerged into the room she caught the attentive gaze of Joe, who was busy massaging Marilyn's soft breasts. Didi and Derrick could hear them enter and hurriedly dried one another off. Then emerging from the shower, Derrick addressed his brother.
"Hey bro, I want you to meet Didi, Didi meet Richie and Edie."
As they greeted, Joe commented, "And who have we here?"
"Oh!" Richie said, "I want you to meet Maxine."
After all the greetings had been made Joe and Wendy went into the shower. There were still plenty of fumes left in there to get them stoned for hours. Once in the shower, they were in each other's arms. There was something about Joe that she liked more than the others. He had a quietness about him that reminded Wendy of someone. Someone who had been very important in her life. As she kissed him, her arms around his neck, she pressed her naked body to him. Joe had brought Wendy to a satisfaction she hadn't known could exist. The feeling of his rhythmic assaulting of her willing ass-hole still tingled in her. The heat and semen that was injected into her from his stiff prick still lingered. His cock was now once again risen in front of her. She was not about to deny its slightest wish.
Outside, they had all settled to watch the film that was playing. The two girls on the film had joined the men on the bed. Maxine watched with enthusiasm. She had never seen a film with male love making as a team, mostly two females only. As the two men lying side by side sucked on each other's cock, the girls place; their heads between each of the men's legs and started viciously sucking at their balls and licking at their asses. Then as one guy's prick began to jerk and spurt sperm, the other fellow held the cock back and opened his mouth very wide, so that sperm trickled down his throat. Then they rolled apart and the girls sucked at each of their limp cocks until they returned to erection.
Maxine took the pipe that Jimmy had offered her and smoked from it. The difference in taste shook her. It was sweet yet bitter. She took another drag from the wierdly shaped pipe, then she handed it to Edie.
Jimmy explained that there was peach brandy in the pipe and chibu-chibu in the bowl. That should make for an interesting high, if not an exotically mild aphrodisiac. Maxine was beginning to feel the effects quickly. So was Edie as they watched eagerly the action on the screen. Richie's state of mind was beginning to give itself away, and Maxine was noticing it. As she took another drag from the pipe her eyes opened more. She stared intently, gazing at his risen prick. Maxine knew it would be big, but she never dreamed that it would be that huge. Her head was beginning to spin and swish in delight with the new sensations brought on by the events taking place both on the screen, in her mind, and between Richie's legs. Then as if he knew what was on Maxine's mind, Richie moved a little closer to her. The heat from his body leaped to her. Her nipples were becoming taut as they stood up for attention. Jimmy in the meantime was looking over Edie's delicious form. Her hair glistened in the semi-darkness of the room. She had not once taken her eyes off the film. Edie handed the pipe to him, he took it lightly brushing her pert breasts with his motion. Her skin was feeling tingles. She had never been in a position such as this, and was now becoming anxious to find out how thingss would progress. She knew that whatever happened, no one would care or even pay attention to her. She sat between Richie and Jimmy. Jimmy's hairy arms and warm fresh-smelling body sent excitement rushing through Edie's body. As she handed the pipe to him her gaze lowered and caught the rise of his now fully erected swollen cock. It was an ivory white, that almost turned to crimson red iron hot under the dim room lighting. Her vision was slowly being taken over by the drug that reverberated back and forth inside her brains. Desire was rushing into her heart and into her loins. That sudden burning brush contact of Jimmy's hand had an excrutiating effect of Edie's nipples. They rose erect and pained with excitement.
On the screen she could see this large prick being forced through the tender ass-hole of one of the girls, while the others held her there kneeling at the side of the bed.
"Ooooohhh," groaned Jimmy sadistically, as this big dick scourged deep into the now stretched hole between two moon-like buttocks.
The groove of the music and the sight of the world swishing by at an even-pacing 45 miles an hour made excitment in the chest of lovely Jynah as she sat quietly clutching to Pete's muscular arm. He wore a soft grin of contentment on his face. The flow of traffic didn't bother him at all. They were going to enjoy taking their time to get there, he said. He told her that there was no sense in getting angry at some of the idiotic things some of the other drivers were doing, because there was nothing that could be done about them.
"Let nature handle them, she seems to take care of her abusers pretty well," he uttered.
Pete glanced over every so often at the soft interesting thighs that lay near him. How warm and beautiful they are, he thought. His mind wandered into the party, and the activities he had hoped to find everyone engaged in by the time he got there.
As they waited for a traffic light, an awfully attractive young blonde walked across the street in front of the car. Pete stared at her intently and then his gaze went to her jutting buttocks that were confined in her outlining slacks. They shifted and bounced invitingly, so much so that he didn't even realize the traffic signal had changed in his favor. An annoying blast from the nut behind him, who was in some sort of a hurry to get nowhere, woke him to the fact. Pete and Jynah continued on their journey downtown. They were almost there when he decided that he'd stop in on Steve and see if he had already left.
Jynah thought hard about the party ahead. She had visions of situations that might occur there. She had never met Jimmy, but she knew Steve, Richie and Derrick. They were all pretty groovy guys when she last saw them. What a happy bunch. Never a fight or nasty disagreement, they always seemed to have a smile on their faces. These were the fellows that had convinced her about a career in modeling. They were the fellows who kept the girls at school and around the neighborhood, always worried about their attire and appearance. They sparked the competition that kept her always looking her best, no matter what she was in. It also was the reason she never had to diet, and kept physically fit, and shapely. They were a hard lot to put anything over on, and were always making fun of any girl that seemed to have a few faults. None that she had known had ever escaped their ridicule. They didn't care who the person was. The great thing about them was that they would do anything to assure the girl's safety. They all were perfect gentlemen, when it came to dating and there was never a cut-throat or dog-eat-dog attitude among them. They were unlike most men she had met. She wondered how much the world of business and competition had changed their ideals. Jynah hoped the change wasn't much, and if at all, for the better. If Pete was the standard to judge them by, she would be more than overjoyed to run into them again. The thought of seeing each of them again since such a long and tedious absence intrigued her. They were all a bunch of girl crazy cock-hounds back then, and if she knew correctly, that respect hadn't changed, at least she hoped it didn't!
Maxine was feeling so good that she didn't know what to do. She couldn't keep her eyes on the picture, because of the actual commotion that was going on next to her in Richie's surprising lap. She was even more surprised at his muscular manly physique. His shoulders were large and his waist, contrary to the way he appeared with clothes on, was rather slim. He had a nice pair of legs, better than she had seen on any guy before. Her half closed eyes scanned the room. It was then that she spotted the huge cluster of grapes hanging in the Loving room. It was just to the side of the screen and a little to the rear of it. She could see some of the different colors, even though they were turned off.
Edie had told her about them and described them in detail, but she had never actually seen them. Maxine's eyes now raced from them to the screen and the lust-filled acts that were taking place there. This impaled girl in the film was still with her ass on the fellow's stiff indriving cock. She seemed to be enjoying it now and his hands were the only ones that held her there. The camera moved along her nicely-shaped body, passed her swinging teats, then to the body that was on the bed. It was the other man. He was lying with his thighs spread on either side of the young girl's head. His cock was in his hand and he was stroking it vigorously. The other girl was seated on his face, and his mouth was dug deep past the hairs of her cunt. She was actively massaging her teats and offering them to the viewer. The focus scan returned down his body back to his cock that was now brandished and standing stiff under his repeated strokes. Then taking the head that waited and bobbed between his legs, he guided her open mouth to close around his now swollen prick. She took his tool deep into her mouth and started sucking swiftly and wildly at it.
Maxine's gaze slowly left the screen when she felt some warm object poke at her breast. It was Richie, handing her the pipe. She took it willingly and then she inhaled through the face mask, sucked in the fumes and filled her lungs to capacity with this sweet intoxicant. Handing it back to him, she closed her eyes and held her breath a long time, making her young breasts jut out into the cool air. Derrick looked at her. His eyes were fixed to her luscious breasts. Maxine's eyes opened as she finally exhaled and caught Derrick's gaze. She wondered what went through his mind, and only glanced down his anatomy, my! was more than enough to answer her question. There between his legs, stood a stiff staring truncheon, dark and vengeful looking. She could not take her eyes off it. How could it get so big, she wondered. Maxine had seen many a large prick, but Richie's and Derrick's were beginning to frighten her with their prodigious breadths and lengths.
Then her gaze was interrupted by an arm that went lovingly around her petite shoulders. She leaned back in Richie's arms. His bold hand resting atop her soft breast, suddenly came to life. It opened and covered her breast, causing her taut nipple to playfully leap into his palm. Richie squeezed intently. The feel of her teat warm and creamy soft in his hand goaded his desire to explore more. He thought of another breast that was just the exact duplicate of the one he now held in his squeezing grasp. It was that of Kathy, the senator's daughter. He thought of her vividly.
He remembered how he had thought she was going to be one of those girls you had to talk to for hours and convince of your love and fervent admiration, before they would even let you kiss them. He was pleasingly mistaken, when after they had discovered Derrick and Greta in the bedroom, Kathy suggested they go down to the wine cellar where they could be alone. Richie looked deep into her eyes which were just as evasive as a dolphin in water. When they got down into the wine cellar, she told him that that was her favorite room. She had her father equip it with a small love seat, an Indian rug, some cushions, and a bar for mixing drinks. As she read the labels of the barrels she got closer and closer to him. Then taking a bottle from his hand Kathy let his hand linger and touch her breast. When she put it down Richie took her into his arms. Her kiss was so thrilling that it shocked him. She was far more passionate than he had expected. When his hand moved up to caress her breast it slid under her sweater. For the first time he realized that she was not wearing any bra, yet there was no sag. Thoroughly pleased with the ripe fruit he had discovered he squeezed and pulled on it in an effort to bring her more pleasure. This moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted by the sound of voices. Greta's and Derrick's. They were standing there watching and the look in Greta's eyes assured Richie that she was probably even more hot blooded than her sister. Richie didn't let Kathy go when they were discovered, but kept on massaging her breast. His movements couldn't be detected by the others from where they stood.
When later on Derrick and Greta had gotten up to dance, he found her willing lips once again and reclining to the cushion in back of her head, he ground his mouth deep at hers and sucked at her darting tongue. Richie's hand involuntarily slid up to Kathy's waiting breasts and made to the caress that made her gasp and caused her breathing to falter and increase in pace. Kathy whispered into his ear that they should leave the two lovers to themselves and go upstairs to be alone. Besides, she whispered, we had some unfinished business. Richard didn't need a telegram or a second invitation. Once upstairs, the calm collective girl turned into a passionate young ravishing animal. She clutched at him and ground her loins to his as her hands roamed up and down his back. Startled, but elated with this new drive, he took the initiative from there. His mouth still glued to hers, sucking on her tongue, sent thrills through him and caused his hands to roam involuntarily down her back to her soft warm writhing buttocks. He squeezed them and pulled at them, then let one hand resume its explorations. Richie's mouth left hers and her groans and sighs filled the air as his mouth trailed along her cheek, biting at her neck. Then he decided that he would not give Kathy the chance to try to deny him the union that he sought inevitably. Moving then his mouth along her neck and making little love bites, he came to Kathy's earlobe. Richie nibbled on it then his hot tongue circled the outside. It plunged in and sent chills throughout her lovely body.
"Oooohhhhh, oooooooo, ahhhhhahhhh," Kathy moaned as Richie continued to lick and breathe hot air into her ear. She was his, there was no doubt in his mind. His hand now busied itself with the warm teat.
Richie was brought out of his trance by a warm hand that did something different than the lovely girl in the dream reminiscence. The warm hand slid down along his body and explored the hairs about his stout member. Then taking Maxine to him Richie kissed her and lowered her back to the floor, just as he had done in that cottage in the woods to Kathy. Maxine no longer able to control herself and too curious to abstain, moved her hand to his cock. It was hot and pulsating, and oh! so big. To her amazement she couldn't even get her hand to close around it. Maxine stroked and pulled and stroked while visions and thrills traced through her mind. She was no longer there.
Derrick watched them intently and with a smile on his face returned his gaze to the film. Jimmy, now aware that the fireworks were beginning, moved his gaze to Edie, and noticed the look on her lovely face as it was still fixed on the broadness of his cock. Then reaching and grasping her hand he carried and planted it to the hairs of his naked loins. He began to rub her hand there, then noticing that there was no resistance, jimmy placed his lips on her neck and with the other hand pulled her to him. His lips burned on Edie's neck as her hand busily explored the width of his fat cock. Turning her lips to receive his kiss, Edie gave herself up to his and her desires.
Richie's mouth moved to Maxine's ear, and like the girl at the cottage, the tempo began to pick up. He moved his hand down and Maxine spread her legs invitingly. His hot fingers explored the treasures newly offered to him. Maxine was delirious with pleasure. She writhed and ground her naked loins against his insisting fingers. Then extending her lovely thighs a little more that she might offer him better advantage of her naked charms, she stroked faster at his huge risen cock. It was so hot, so stiff, so smooth, that her will became one of want, want for complete possession of this burning rod in her hand. The hot lips that sucked nourishingly on Maxine's breasts caused her to sob and moan in delight. This constant agitation, and stroking his cock sent Richie wild with desire. Raising above Maxine's extending thighs, he made ready to dive at his tender victim and give her the attention she so longingly deserved. Maxine's eyes were filled with desire, and reaching down that she might feel the last time, Richie's stiff battering ram, she uncovered the acorn fashioned head and moved it around between the lips that shielded the entrance to her love tunnel. Feeling her hand on his cock and the urge of his own desire, Richie plunged forward deep, forcing an opening in the tender girl.
" 'Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, oooooooooooooo, oooooooooooohhhhh, Rich," she moaned stupidly as the vaginal lips opened under the strain and force of his powerful prick. Then thrusting it up to the hilt, he began the series of motions that drove Maxine to insanity. This red hot shaft that coursed through her was too much for her to bear passively, and she instinctively spread her thighs to their utmost extension. She shoved her naked loins up at him in reckless abandon and clung to his back for support. Richie's pace increased as he thrust madly at Maxine's sucking wet vagina. He could feel his stiff cock swelling more at her actions. Her cunt was now agitating every contour of his prick. Their moans of passion were not the only ones to be heard at this point.
Edie now on her back, writhing in anguish at the waves of shock that drown her body in desire as her hands clung to the manly face that was now sucking wildly at her maidenhead. Jimmy full of energy from his revitalization, and fulfilling a desire that was once a fervent dream, had his head insinuated deep between the naked writhing thighs of Edie's cunt. Her cunt was wet with his saliva as his tongue lapped up the drool that was emitted. He sucked and sucked and licked and sucked until Edie was screaming uncontrollably. Maxine's sobs were now turning to cries of ecstasy as she hugged the author of the thick indriven weapon that ravished her tender vagina. Richie pulled back his prick until it almost was withdrawn completely, then lunged back into the deep seething cunt. Maxine wrapped her legs tightly around his naked loins. Then thrusting her ravishly sucking cunt up to meet his repeated lust crazed lunges, she clung to him in an effort assure him that she would accompany him to the journey's end.
The shouts and wild thrashing of Edie, whose cunt and hips were clamped to Jimmy's hungry sucking mouth, made them all alarmed with excitement. Then feeling all the sensations that ever occurred to her rushing from her seething vagina to her spinning brain, Maxine died in convulsive orgasm, just as she felt Richie's cock tighten then spurt gush after relentless gush deep into her hungry, sucking cunt.
"OooooooooooHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAA, OOOOOOOOO Gooooooood," she violently groaned in orgasm timed to perfection to that of screaming Edie.
Arriving smoothly at Steve's block, Pete has his receiver in his hand. The phone on the other side rang, six times. Pete hung up and continued on to Jimmy's house with lovely vivacious and charming Jynah by his side. The butterflies went faster in her stomach as Pete parked the car in the nearby garage.
Just as the movie ended there was a buzz at the door. It was Steve and Dolores, just in time to greet Joe and Wendy who were stepping out of the bathroom.
While all the introductions were going on, the telephone rang. Derrick answered. The voice on the other end sounded familiar.
"Hello, Derrick, this is Greta, We'll be arriving at the Kennedy Airport tomorrow at 12 noon, so get yourself plenty of rest...."
