I put my arms around her soft shoulders and laced my fingers into her red hair. The skin on my chest tingled where her jutting breasts were softly stabbing me, and her warm tantalizing perfume filled my nostrils.
She turned her face up toward mine. She started to say something, then our eyes met. Her eyes were deep shimmering pools of green which seemed to expand and enfold me, and her warm, trembling lips were the gates to ecstasy. My arms tightened a-round her as my hands spread out on her back, fondling her smooth, firm flesh, and my lips met hers. Her mouth was slack for an instant, then her lips became living things, sucking and pulling at mine. They opened, and the sweet, hot taste of her mouth was in mine as her teeth opened to let my tongue slide between them. Her tongue was quick and lively as it fought mine in a warm, moist battle between our open mouths, then her tongue was in my mouth. Our saliva mingled as I touched the edges of her teeth and the inside of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, and her tongue probed deep in my mouth.
She abruptly pulled away from me and stood back, her face flushed and her breasts heaving under her light blouse as she breathed deeply. "I don't know what's wrong with me. You just walked in here and I'm all over you."
She started to turn away, and I put my hand on her arm. "Don't knock what you want."
CHAPTER ONE
The right tires rolled along the row of cat eyes with a drumming roar, and my head snapped up as I pulled the car back into the lane. I was numb with fatigue from hour after hour of slumping behind the wheel, and the dividing lines in front of the headlights were blurred as I tried to focus my eyes on them. Shaking my head to clear it, I rolled down the window. The blast of cool night air hit me with a shock and swept the drowsiness away. As I straightened up and took a fresh grip on the wheel, the headlights gleamed on a frontage road exit sign. I was within a few miles of my destination, but I didn't want to start trying to find my way around in a new city in the middle of the night. Also, I was hungry and tired, and I would feel more like trying to drum up some business after a meal and a night's sleep.
The cafe on the corner was small and dirty, and the only people in it were the cook and a waitress. The cook was a fat, balding middle-aged man in khaki pants and a dirty, sweat-stained undershirt. . He was leaning against the cold storage locker behind the counter, and his piggish eyes followed the waitress as he took small puffs on the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The waitress was young and attractive, and my fatigue was forgotten as I eyed her slender, lithe figure. She was tired and bored, but there was a hint of a responsive gleam in her eyes as she saw my admiring look. She placed the menu in front of me, then turned and walked around the counter to get a glass of ice water. The familiar warm gnawing feeling spread through my loins as I watched her firm, pert hips moving under her short dress, and I was acutely conscious of the fact that it had been a couple of days since I had unloaded. My eyes met the cook's as I looked away from the girl. He had been watching me as I stared at her, and our eyes locked as he glared at me challengingly. I looked back at him stonily, and his eyes finally fell. As he looked away, he took his cigarette from his mouth and deliberately flipped the ash on the floor, then he refolded his arms as he turned his eyes toward the grimy, steamy, plate-glass window.
The waitress looked down at me, her pencil poised over the order pad. "May I take your order?"
"What do you recommend?"
She started to sigh in resignation as she raised her guard against another in an endless series of passes, then she suddenly smiled as something clicked between us. She was beautiful when she smiled. A faint touch of color spread over her dimpled cheeks and her full red lips parted slightly to show the edges of her pearly teeth. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then her eyes fell as the flush in her face deepened slightly. She looked at her pad and shrugged. "The hot beef sandwich is all right, I guess. It's what I ate for supper and I'm still alive."
"I'll have the hot beef sandwich, then."
"What would you like to drink?"
"Milk. A couple of glasses."
She nodded, writing, and her smiling eyes met mine for an instant as she turned away. The cook made up the order with slovenly, careless motions, then he thumped the heavy dinner plate down on the counter, gave me another sullen glance, and slouched back against the cold storage locker again with folded arms. The waitress snatched a couple of napkins out of a dispenser and wiped the gravy off the edge of the plate, then she brought it to the table. She placed the plate, silverware, and glasses of milk neatly in front of me, gave me another smile, then went back to the other side of the room.
The cook began grumbling at her in a low, growling tone of voice. I could hear snatches of what he said, and he was apparently berating her for not working hard enough to earn what she was paid. He snarled an order for her to sweep and mop the floor, and her face reddened and she pressed her lips tightly together as she stacked the chairs on the tables. She began sweeping and mopping the floor on the other side of the cafe, and he kept at her as she worked. His voice was a steady rumble as he bitched about how much she was being paid, how much she ate for her meals, and how little profit he was making. I ate slowly, listening and watching them. I had first thought that they might be wife and husband even though he was in his late forties or early fifties and she was in her late twenties at most. However, it soon became apparent that they were employer and employee because no wife would have taken so much shit from her husband.
She finished the floor on the other side of the cafe at about the same time that I finished eating. She glanced at me and saw that I was through, then she put the mop to one side and went into a small room on the other side of the counter to wash her hands. She was embarrassed when she came back to the table, because she knew I had heard the cook.
"Would you like some dessert?"
"Why do you take that shit from that bastard?"
Her lips tightened fractionally. "We have apple pie and vanilla custard. The pie is good."
"You say the word, and I'll jump over the counter and knock him on his fat ass."
Her face twisted for an instant as she almost began crying, then she bit her lower lip between her teeth and drew in a deep breath as she gripped herself. She exhaled slowly as she swallowed a couple of times, then the only sign of her emotion was the color on her pink cheeks and a bright glitter of unshed tears in her eyes. "I have a baby to feed and bills to pay. It's not much of a job, but it's the only thing I could find."
"I have a car outside. You can come with me if you want to, and he can shove the job up his ass."
She shook her head with a regretful smile. "Sorry. You look nice, but at least I know what I have here and I know that I'll have food for myself and my baby tomorrow."
"I can't open my head and let you look inside so you'll see what I'm thinking, but I can promise you a hell of a lot more-"
"Up until the fun and games are over, and you have to go back to your wife and six kids. No, but thanks anyway."
"Are you going to finish cleaning up, or are you going to stand over there and talk all night?" the cook demanded in a belligerent tone of voice.
I started to get up from the table, but she quickly put her small hand on top of mine and shook her head with an urgently pleading look on her face. I took a deep breath, controlling my temper, then relaxed in the chair again. "I'll have a piece of pie and another glass of milk."
He nodded and went back to the counter. The cook shifted his cigarette, cut a piece of pie and sloppily shoveled it onto a pie plate with the knife, then reached into the cooler and tossed another small box of milk onto the counter. She cleared away the plate and silverware I had used, wiped the table clean, and put the pie in front of me. She poured the milk into a clean glass, placed the fork neatly on a folded napkin, and gave me another hint of a smile as she left the table.
I sat at the table and waited for my change when I paid the bill. She brought the change back to me, I scooped it up, then I put down a five-dollar bill for a tip. Her eyes widened in surprise when she looked down at the bill, and she shook her head slightly as she started to say something. "See you later," I said, drowning out what she was about to say as I turned away.
There was a small motel a couple hundred yards further along the frontage road. I parked the car in front of the office, locked it, and went inside. It was my night for watching pissing contests, because the man and woman inside the office were going at each other. He was sodden drunk, with a flushed face and slurred speech, and she was so mad she was shaking. When I entered, she snapped her mouth shut and controlled herself with a visible effort as she walked toward the registration counter, and he raised his glass to take a slurping drink from it as some of the liquid dribbled down his chin.
"May I help you, sir?" the woman asked. She was a slender redhead in her late twenties or early thirties, and the anger which gleamed in her green eyes made her look sultry and appealing. "I need a single."
She turned and glanced at the keys; most of the pegs were still filled. She took one down, then pulled a registration card from a slot under the counter and slid it across the desk. I picked up the pen and filled the card out, putting down the model and tag number of the car and the name I had used a couple of years ago in another city. She picked the card up and slid it into a slot on the registration board, then picked up the key. "I'd better show you where the room is. We had the outside painted last week, and some of the room numbers were obliterated."
"Thass right," the man rumbled, nodding drunkenly and looking at me blearily. "Show'm where it is, then juss slitay wi' him. Maybe he can keep you from buggin' me."
She gave him a furious look as she walked around the end of the counter. She started to say something, then closed her mouth with a snap as she walked toward the door. When we got outside the door, she told me the unit was on the other end of the opposite wing as she started to walk across the parking lot. I took her arm and steered her toward the passenger side of my car. She pulled her arm away as she looked up at me in irritation, then she relaxed and smiled.
"The walk would be good for me. That bastard gets under my skin sometimes, and he makes me mad as hell."
I looked down at her. She had an attractive, triangular-shaped face which was framed by short, curly ringlets of red hair. Her figure was full but not buxom, and the tops of her smooth, milky white breasts were barely visible above the opening of her light blouse. The blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband of her short skirt and pulled tight around her small-waist anfflat stomach. "You can cool off riding or walking. Get in the car."
She shrugged, then turned toward the car. I felt a warm stir in my loins as I watched her firm, smoothly rounded hips moving under the short skirt. I unlocked the car door on the passenger side and helped her in, and there was a flash of long, shapely thighs and calves as she slid into the car. I walked around the car and opened the other door, and she looked at the camera case on the front seat of the car as I got in.
"Are you a photographer?"
I nodded as I started the engine. "Yes."
"What kind of photography do you do?"
"Mostly magazine work, but I pick up other odd jobs here and there."
"It must be interesting. Do you travel a lot?"
I nodded again as I swung the wheel around.
"That's about all I do. I don't live in one place for more than a few weeks."
She sighed as she looked out the windshield at the motel. "You're lucky. I wish I could walk away from this place and that drunk bastard in there, and forget that either of them ever existed."
"You'd get tired of it, honey. Everyone has problems, and everyone thinks their problems are the worst in the world. Maybe they are, to him or her."
She grunted doubtfully in her throat and pointed at a door. "That one, on the right."
I parked the car in front of the unit and shoved the lever into park as she opened her door. The box elders around the side and front of the unit threw the doorway of the unit and the walk in front of it into shadow, but she was briefly outlined for a moment by the glow of a streetlight on the frontage road as she walked toward the door with the key in her hand. I looked at her and wondered about the man in the motel office as I looked at the full, beautifully curved figure. Many men would have been anxiously awaiting closing time with their cocks in their hands if they were married to such a woman, because the sultry gleam in her green eyes held promise of a fiery disposition which would test the endurance of any hardon.
She turned on the light and glanced around the inside of the unit as I followed her in, then she sighed with exasperation. "Christ, that damned maid didn't leave any towels. I'll go get some while you bring your things in."
She gave me an apologetic smile as she dropped the key on the dressing table and turned toward the door. I followed her as far as the car, and I let my eyes rove over her figure again in the semidarkness of the parking lot as she walked back toward the office. My cock stirred briefly as my eyes moved over the full, firm hips moving gracefully under the short skirt, and an aching need to sink my cock into warm, yielding flesh spread up from my balls as I looked at her. When she disappeared into the darkness of the parking lot, I turned toward the car and began taking the things from it.
A few minutes after she left the front lights of the motel abruptly flicked off. As I looked toward the office, the no vacancy sign came on. There were only a few cars in the parking lot and most of the keys had still been on the key board; I thought about it for a moment, wondering, then shrugged and took the last of the bags from the car. I locked it, then took the bags in the room and piled them on top of the others on the luggage rack. A moment later there was a light knock on the door and she came back in with several towels over her arm. She was mad again, but she managed to give me a strained smile as she went toward the bathroom with the towels.
"Are you closing for tonight?" I asked as she came back out of the bathroom.
"That bastard passed out, so I had to. He'll probably throw up all over the place, and the maid will quit again when I try to make her clean it up. I just don't know what to do-" she suddenly choked off and turned her face away as she fought to keep from bursting into tears.
I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She resisted for a moment, then melted against me as I turned her around and pressed her face against my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's probably been a long day for you, and things will be a lot better in the morning."
She shook her head violently, sniffing. "Things won't be any better tomorrow than they were today, because that bastard will be here. I don't know what's wrong with him. We both worked hard to get this place started, and we were so happy then. But now all he wants to do is drink all day and he doesn't even look at me anymore. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he just evades me. I don't know what's wrong with him."
I put my arms around her soft shoulders and laced my fingers into her hair. The skin on my chest tingled where her jutting breasts were softly stabbing me, and her warm, tantalizing perfume filled my nostrils. "Well, it won't do any good to worry about it. Wait until tomorrow and ask him about it, and tell him to either straighten up or get out. All you're doing now is upsetting yourself."
She turned her face up toward mine. She started to say something, then our eyes met. Her eyes were deep, shimmering pools of green which seemed to expand and enfold me, and her warm, trembling lips were the gates to ecstasy. My arms tightened around her as my hands spread out on her back, fondling her smooth, firm flesh, and my lips met hers. Her mouth was slack for an instant, then her lips became living things, sucking and pulling at mine. They opened, and the sweet, hot taste of her mouth was in mine as her teeth opened to let my tongue slide between them. Her tongue was quick and lively as it fought mine in a warm, moist battle between our open mouths, then her tongue was in my mouth and mine was in hers. Our saliva mingled as I touched the edges of her teeth and the inside of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, and her tongue probed deep into my mouth.
She abruptly pulled away from me and stood back, her face flushed and her breasts heaving under her light blouse as she breathed deeply. "Christ, I don't know what's wrong with me. You just walked in here, and I'm all over you."
She started to turn away, and I put my hand on her arm. "I won't be gone tomorrow, though, honey. Don't knock what you want-it beats letting your big guts eat up your small ones."
A flash of sudden anger passed over her face. "Just what are you talking about? I'm no whore-I don't fall across a bed every time some man shoves my shoulder."
"Dammit, stop fighting yourself, woman. I didn't say you were a whore, nor did I imply it. Sometimes something can happen between a man and a woman, and it might take a year, a week, or a minute to happen. When there's something there it clicks and when there's nothing it's flat, and it's got nothing to do with how long people know each other."
She sighed and shook her head. "I'm upset tonight and you've said the only kind things I've heard for a week. But I'm not going to degrade myself by-"
"Bullshit," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her to face me. "Your husband is a problem for you, but your big problem is yourself. You're putting a lot of words and phony ideas between yourself and what you want and need, and you're tying yourself into knots. I did that for years before I wised up and tore loose from all the bullshit people set up for themselves, and you can do the same. Stop worrying so much, and relax and let things happen."
She started to shake her head again, then our eyes met once more. There was a heady, almost solid communication of longing and hunger between us as we looked deeply into each other's eyes, and she swayed toward me as I tightened my hands on her shoulders and pulled her toward me. Her warm, sweet lips opened under mine again, and the breath from her nostrils was hot on my cheek as her mouth opened wide for my tongue. My hands slid down her back, pressing and fondling her firm, yielding flesh as she pressed against me and her arms crept around my neck. Our head moved slightly as our lips twisted and pulled at each other, and our tongues wrapped together as we embraced. My hands moved further down and cupped her smooth, firm buttocks, and her muscles tensed slightly as she pressed herself against me and thrust her pelvis up and toward me. I pressed and squeezed her buttocks, feeling her demanding flesh as her pussy pressed against my thigh; she whimpered softly in her throat as she surged against me and drove her tongue into my mouth. I slid my hand between our bodies to cup one of her breasts as our mouths parted and our lips began moving over each other's face. She breathed out a long sigh, then her fingers laced into my hair as she stood on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to mine again. My cock slowly stiffened as one of my hands felt her buttocks and the other fondled her breast, and her pussy pressed against my thigh with quick, urgent surges as I fucked her in the mouth with my tongue.
I pulled my face away from hers and held her to me with one arm while I reached out to flick off the overhead light. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again, then I picked her up and carried her to the bed as our lips met in soft, wet kisses, nibbling and tugging at each other. I eased her down on the bed and sat on the edge of it as I looked down at her face in the dim glow of the streetlight coming through the blinds. She smiled hesitantly as she looked up at me, then she put her arms up and pulled my face toward hers. Her mouth opened wide again under mine, and our tongues searched and probed in each other's mouth as my hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. I found them and carefully loosened them as I pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. When her blouse was completely open in front, I put my hands under her smooth back and searched for the clasp on her bra. She put her hands flat on the bed to brace herself and arched her back to raise it from the bed as my hands slid under her. She held herself up so I could unfasten her bra, then the gleaming orbs of her full, jutting breasts were exposed as I pulled her bra down. I looked down at them for a moment, then I cupped one of them in my hand and fondled the warm, yielding feel of it as my mouth lowered toward the other one. The brown bud of her nipple was soft and loose for a moment, then it hardened and jutted out as my lips and tongue moved over it. I held it between my lips as my tongue circled around it, and she stiffened on the bed as she thrust her breasts up toward me. I opened my mouth wider and let more of her breast slide in, then I began sucking her nipple. She moaned slightly and writhed on the bed as she pressed her hand against the back of my head and pushed her breast against my face. I fondled one breast and sucked at the other one, then I moved my mouth across the soft, downy valley between her breasts in a trailing kiss to suck her other breast and fondle the first one. When both of her nipples were hard and erect, I put my hands under her to raise her to a sitting position. She moved her shoulders and pulled her arms out of her blouse, then helped me get her bra off. When her white, gleaming body was exposed down to her waist, I pushed her back down on the bed and began sucking and fondling her breasts again. I lingered over them for long minutes, letting my lips and hands savor the warmth and pungent taste of her flesh as my cock became trembling hard.
She lay passively on the bed as I unfastened her skirt and slid it down her legs. I slipped her shoes and skirt off, then I peeled down her panty hose and pulled them off her feet. My cock-was making the front of my pants bulge far out as I looked down at her for a moment and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, which was naked except for her bikini panties. I bent over her again and slipped my fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. The crisp nest of curly red hair came into view as she spread her thighs and raised her hips so I could pull the scanty wisp of fabric down. A vision of the sodden drunk in the motel office crossed my mind for a moment as I looked down at her beautifully rounded body waiting for me, then I dismissed him from my mind with contempt as I sat down on the edge of the bed again and let my hands move over her smooth, warm body. I felt her breasts, moved my hands down her body to her small waist and flat stomach, then her thighs parted to let one hand feel her soft vulva while the other cupped her firm buttocks. My lips wrapped around her nipple again as I sucked at one breast, felt the other, and let my finger slide in and out of the warm, moist crack of her vulva. She flexed her knees and parted her thighs further as my finger touched her clitoris, and a low, satisfied murmur came from her throat as she pressed my head down against her breasts again. My lips moved back and forth between her breasts, then began moving further down her body. I let the tip of my tongue trail along the smoothly rounded ridges of her ribs, then I paused at her navel. One of my hands continued to fondle her pussy and the other squeezed and kneaded her breasts as I stiffened my tongue and fucked her navel with the tip of it. I circled her navel with the tip of my tongue, then I pressed the tip of it as far into her navel as I could drive it. She moaned softly and moved on the bed as I worked the tip of my tongue around in the tiny opening. My mouth moved on down the soft, slight curve of her belly and paused again when my lips began pulling at the triangle of tightly curled hair between her thighs. I moved my mouth to one side of the nest of hair and nibbled my way down the inside of one of her thighs to her knee, then I moved to her other leg and let my tongue trail back up her other thigh. I paused at her pussy and kissed her soft vulva as I cupped her buttocks in my hand and lifted her, and she opened her legs wide as my fingers stroked her clitoris and my lips touched her pussy. I moved back down her thigh, and my lips picked up tiny pinches of her smooth skin for my teeth to nibble at as my head moved down one thigh then back up the other one. When my lips were back at her pussy again, her constant moan was a begging plea for me to release the torment which my lips had aroused in her. I stood up, quickly slipped out of my clothes, and dropped them in a pile on the floor.
She lay on the bed with her knees flexed and her legs wide apart as she watched me undress. I lay down on the bed with my body between her legs, and I pulled her thighs up over my shoulders as I pressed my tongue into her navel again. I slowly moved down her belly, trailing my tongue back and forth across it, then her body tensed and she shuddered as my lips touched her pussy. I turned my head from one side to the other as I flicked my tongue along her thighs, then I let my tongue slide into her vulva. Her legs tightened around my neck as she surged up against me, then her legs flew wide open again when my tongue touched her clitoris. The warm, pungent taste of her body was in my mouth as I sucked at her pussy and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clitoris, and her hips began thrusting up against my face. I moved my hands back and forth across her body, feeling her warm, quivering flesh, and her hips began bouncing further and further up from the bed as she pressed her pussy against my mouth. I gradually accelerated the pace of my tongue stroking her clitoris, and the movements of her hips became more urgent and faster. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and ran the tip of my tongue along her thighs again, then I returned to her pussy to ease her one stage higher in the sensations which were raging through her. I gradually worked her up to a high plateau of passion, then I put her legs over my shoulders again as I put my hands under her hips to raise her off the bed. I moved forward on the bed as I raised her, resting her buttocks against my chest as I curved her up so she was resting against my belly with my knees tucked into her armpits. She wormed her hands along my thigh to feel my cock and cup my balls, and I cupped her breasts in my hands as I lowered my face to her pussy once again. My tongue began stroking her clitoris again, and her head tossed from side to side as she whimpered small, meaningless snatches of words. She writhed wildly as my tongue flicked across the nub of her sensations, and she grasped my cock and pressed it against her back as she lunged up against me. Her legs tensed on my shoulders as she pressed her pussy up against my face, and I kneaded her breasts in rhythm to my tongue moving back and forth across her clitoris. I began at a slow pace, then gradually accelerated it to drive her into a climax. Her movements became more and more frantic as she jerked and writhed against me, and her breath came in quick, heaving gasps. She tensed all over, then a slow, rippling wave of motion spread through her stomach as I forced her inexorably up against the barrier of orgasm, then battered her through it. She clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle her outcry as she slid over the peak of sensation and sheer ecstasy gripped her, and she lurched up against me in violent jerks. Her body relaxed loosely against me as small quivers passed over her, and I let her slide back down on the bed as I lowered my head to lick her pussy with long strokes of my tongue.
I crawled up on the bed and lay down beside her, and she threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself to me. We wrapped our arms around each other, and my hand moved up and down the warm, satin soft skin on her back as her breathing gradually subsided to a normal level. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, then let it back out as she pulled her face from the hollow of my shoulder and looked up at me.
"That was paradise. No one ever did that to me before, and I didn't know anything could feel so good."
"I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed doing it."
She sighed again as she pressed herself against me, then she became conscious of my trembling cock pressing against her belly. She moved slightly upward and raised her leg to let my cock fall between her legs and nestle against her pussy, then she closed her legs "and imprisoned it against her vulva. She moved her hips slowly back and forth to make my cock dry fuck her soft vulva, and she quivered in a small shudder of pleasure as I tightened my arms around her.
"I want to make you feel good, too. Shall I do the same thing to you that you did to me?"
"If you want to."
"Do you want me to?"
"Stop beating your head against everything, honey. If you map out a plan and a schedule for fucking, then everything falls flat on its ass. Just let it happen, and if it happens that way then it will be good. If it happens some other way, then that will be good too."
"All right," she whispered, lacing her fingers into my hair and pulling my mouth down to hers.
Her mouth opened inside mine, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her saliva was warm and sweet in my mouth as she pushed her tongue between my teeth, then our tongues entwined between our open lips. She stiffened her tongue and ran the tip of it around my teeth, along the inside of my lips, around the sides of my mouth. She pulled back and kissed around my mouth with damp, soft lips; her mouth opened wide to pull my lips inside hers. We kissed in a long, passionate embrace for several moments, then she pulled back again and loosened her arms from around my neck as she began trailing her lips down my neck in a series of soft kisses. She bent her head down lower and caught one of my nipples between her lips; she sucked at it and ran the tip of her tongue around it. She let my cock slide from between her legs and reached down to grasp it with her hands as she moved her mouth back and forth between my nipples. I tensed with pleasure as her hands moved slowly back and forth along the length of my cock. She moved back from me as she slid her tongue and lips along my ribs, and she cupped my balls in one hand and gently squeezed them as her other hand stroked back and forth along my cock. Her tongue traced up and down my ribs, then worked back and forth across my stomach. The sensations racing through me and the sight of her soft, white body bending over me made my muscles knot and throb. I became more and more tense as she moved lower on my body, and my breath caught raggedly in my throat as her beautiful face came closer to my throbbing cock. She dragged her tongue back and forth across my belly, then pressed my cock against her face as she kissed around the base of it. Waves of fire rolled over me as she traced up my cock with the tip of, her tongue and dragged it around the head of my cock. She held my cock between her hands as she tongued the slit at the end of it; she flicked her tongue back and forth as she moved slowly down the underside of my cock to my balls. She buried her face between my legs and pressed my cock against her curly hair as she kissed and mouthed at my balls, and my legs involuntarily opened wide apart as her lips moved along the inside of my thighs. She moved back and forth along the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, pausing occasionally to nip at a pinch of skin with her teeth. She cupped my balls in her hand and a tingle of pain spread over me to mingle with the waves of pleasure as she squeezed my balls firmly and began moving her head back up my thighs toward my cock. She paused at the base of my cock to kiss and mouth at my balls again, then kissed and tongued her way back up the underside of my cock to its swollen head. Every muscle in my body tensed and a thrill of pleasure shot through me as she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock slide between her teeth.
She moved her tongue around the head as she held it in her mouth; her mouth was a hot, damp pressure on my cock which made the blood pound in my head. She lowered her head slightly, taking more of my cock into her mouth, and began slowly bobbing her head up and down. She pressed my cock firmly with her tongue, and the sensation caused by the pressure of her mouth on my cock and the sight of it sliding into her beautiful face made the gathering passion soar to an ecstatic peak of feeling within me. She moved her head lower and lower, taking more of my cock into her mouth with each stroke. She paused every few strokes to trace around the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. Her hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them, and her other hand stroked up and down my cock when she took her mouth from it to run her tongue around the head of it. The semen within me began to form into a hard, tight knot, straining to break through the walls of my control, and my hips began responding as her hot, demanding mouth took more and more of my cock in. When she had half the length of my cock in her mouth, she took the base of it firmly in her hand and began bobbing her head up and down with a gradually accelerating pace. She held my cock with one hand as she moved her other hand down my legs and stroked her fingernails along my thighs, cupping and squeezing my balls each time her hand moved back up. The head of my cock began touching the back of her throat as she forced her head further down on it, and the flood of semen within me began to threaten to break through my control. When the first quivering surges of a climax began to seep into my loins, I sat up and took her shoulders in my hands to stop her movements. She turned her head sidewards and looked at me interrogatively, her eyes gleaming in the dim light and her full, red lips shining with saliva.
"It's getting too good. I'm about to come."
"Please do," she whispered. "I want you to come in my mouth."
"All right," I replied, relaxing back on the bed. . She smiled at me, then turned back toward my cock. I looked at her shimmering white, beautifully curved body as she bent to lick my cock, and I watched the trembling movements of her breasts as her head moved up and down. She opened her mouth wide and let my cock slide in until the head of it touched the back of her throat. Then she closed her mouth and raised her head back up with a lingering, sucking pressure. I groaned deep in my throat as the sensations raced through me, and my muscles tensed up again as her head began moving up and down my cock. She took my cock into her mouth with a firm, determined pressure, then began moving her head rapidly up and down. The fiery sensations raced through me once more and my control began rapidly crumbling. She felt the quivering surge in my body as the climax began approaching, and her head moved more rapidly as she began taking almost all of my cock into her mouth. The semen suddenly burst loose and streamed up from within me, racing through my cock and into her mouth. She gave a small, smothered exclamation of joy as she felt the come boiling up through my cock, then she began swallowing rapidly as it squirted out into her mouth. My hips lurched up off the bed as the ecstatic waves rolled over me. I fell back on the bed as my strength drained into her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing, draining the last drops from me. She fondled my balls as she peeled the foreskin back from my cock and took it into her mouth for a last lingering squeeze of her tongue. My heart was pounding heavily and my breath came in labored gasps as I lay limply on the bed, and she crawled up beside me to lie with her arms around me and her face tucked into the hollow of my shoulder.
"Was it good?"
I nodded breathlessly. "Good," I gasped.
She wriggled with satisfaction as she pressed herself against me. "I'm glad. That's the first time I ever tasted come, and I liked it."
I put my arms around her and held her to me as my breathing slowed to normal. She suddenly giggled, and I pulled my head back and looked down at her smiling face. "I just realized that I don't even know your name," she said.
"Jim."
"My name's Janice."
I put my hand between us and cupped her pussy. "Hello, Janice."
She giggled again as she wrapped her fingers around my limp cock and squeezed it. "Hello, Jim."
We began talking as we rested. She told me about her marriage, her and her husband's work on the motel, then their difficulties with each other. He had started drinking heavily, and he began drinking more and more when she tried to get him to stop. We lay in silent, companionable comfort when she stopped talking, then she asked me about myself. I told her of my years of grinding toil and strain to support a nagging wife and a demanding, thankless couple of insolent, sneering children, then my sudden realization of my pointless existence. I had been sitting in my office one morning, dictating an article to a secretary as I answered one phone after another and tried to resolve a conflict between editorial requirements and an advertiser's demands in the back of my mind. A pounding headache had suddenly pierced through my head and I had sent the secretary for a couple of aspirins and a glass of water.
There had been a lull in the barrage of telephone calls while I waited for her to return, and I walked over to the window. A funeral cortege had slowly wound through the street a couple of blocks away and fourteen stories below me, and a sudden consciousness of mortality had penetrated my mind. Close on the heels of that had come the staggering, cataclysmic realization that I was completely wasting my life for those who were too self-centered for appreciation and to shallow to recognize what was being done for them. I had taken my coat and hat from the rack and met the secretary as she came back in with the water and aspirins. I swallowed the pills and water with a quick gulp and kissed the secretary on the mouth as I squeezed her breast with one hand. She had looked at me openmouthed as I walked through the door, and I had never returned.
"And they don't know where you are?"
"No. If my wife could ever find out, she'd have my ass put in jail."
"So you took up photography to make a living."
"That's how I got into magazine work in the first place, years ago, and I gradually moved into the editorial and business end of it. Now I take and sell a few pictures, write and photograph a few articles, and do pretty well. It's a cash business, so I don't have to file income-tax returns so my wife can find me and I don't pay tax so the government can give it to some cocksucker who's too lazy to work."
She burrowed her head against my neck, sighing. "You're lucky. When something goes wrong for you, you can just leave and go somewhere else."
"It has advantages and disadvantages."
She pulled her head back and looked up at my face, smiling. "You get to meet a lot of people, don't you?" she asked quietly, her fingers toying with my cock again.
"Yes, and sometimes it makes up for everything," I said, pulling her toward me.
She opened her mouth eagerly as our lips met, and her hands massaged my cock and balls as our tongues entwined. My cock slowly became larger and more firm as our lips pulled at each other and our tongues probed back and forth, and a satisfied sound came from her throat as she put both hands on my cock and felt it stiffening. Our lips parted and I lowered my head to her breasts as she began stroking my cock with both hands. I sucked one of her breasts with a slow, gentle pressure, and her nipple became hard and firm between my lips as I ran the tip of my tongue around it. I moved my head to her other breast and sucked on it harder. She moaned softly as she pressed her hands against the bed and thrust her breasts up at me. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, then I began sucking hard as my hands roamed over her thighs, buttocks, and back. She moaned again and her hands moved faster on my cock, and my cock suddenly became long and hard. We slowly turned around on the bed as our tongues and lips roamed over each other's bodies, then I was running the tip of my tongue along her thigh while her lips were moving back and forth along my cock, kissing and sucking at it.
I rolled on my back and pulled her on top of me, then I opened her thighs and slipped my head between her legs. I felt the hot, damp pressure of her mouth around the head of my cock as I parted her vulva with my tongue and searched for her clitoris. It stood out firm and erect as my tongue touched it, and her body tensed as she began taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. I ran my hands along her body, feeling her soft, smooth buttocks and her firm thighs as my tongue moved back and forth across her clitoris, and waves of sensation poured over me from the hot stricture of her mouth around my cock. Her fingernails scratched softly at my thighs and her hands cupped and squeezed my balls as we pressed against each other, and our hips began responding to the sensations caused by our mouths. She began whimpering softly, the sound muffled by my cock gorging her mouth, and her body began quivering in anticipation of an approaching climax. When the initial spasm raced through her body, I pulled my face away from her pussy and rolled her over on the bed.
She looked at me in surprise as she rolled over, then understanding dawned on her face and she smiled at me as she spread her legs wide apart. I poised myself over her, feeling for her pussy and guiding the head of my cock toward it. She reached down with both hands to help me guide it in. There was a soft, yielding pressure against the head of my cock, then her pussy opened and the head of it slipped in. We both gasped with the sensation of my cock slipping into her hot, tight pussy, and she put her arms around my neck as I began undulating my hips to push more of it in. She spread her legs wider and braced her feet on the bed as she began thrusting her hips up at me and more of my thick shaft began sinking into her eager body. When my mouth found her breast and began sucking on it, she began lunging up against me as she pressed the back of my head with both hands. A few moments later the entire length of my cock was sliding into her pussy with each stroke, and she planted her heels firmly against the small of my back to open her pussy completely and hold it up to me as I fucked her with long, hard movements of my hips.
We floated Sot long moments in the blissful pleasure of my throbbing cock ramming into her body, then her movements became more intense and convulsive as a climax again built up in her. I lowered my head again and began sucking at one of her breasts as I slid one of my hands down between us to feel for her clitoris with my finger. Her nipple was like a small, hard berry between my lips as I mouthed her breast, and she began moaning and writhing wildly when my finger found her clitoris. I stroked it in rhythm to my cock sinking into her belly, and her hips lunged up to drive her pussy up on my cock with the same rhythm. Her moans gradually became louder and her muscles tightened in quick jerks as I pounded my cock into her and titillated her with my finger, then she burst into another orgasm. She gave a small cry as she tightened her arms around my neck, and her stomach undulated in rolling waves as my cock continued to slide into her. I quickened the pace of our fucking to increase the pleasure of her climax, and her entire body lurched against me in convulsive spasms. She thrashed about under me for a moment as she whimpered and cried aloud, then she collapsed.
I pulled her legs together and lay on top of her for a moment, my cock still deeply imbedded in her pussy, and waited until the residual sensations of her climax had passed. After her breathing had returned to normal, I looked down at her face as I raised and lowered my hips to let my cock slide in and out of her pussy. She smiled up at me wearily. "You don't ever stop, do you?"
"I will presently. I almost had a climax when you did."
"Let me roll over so you can do it from behind me.
I pulled my cock out of her and she rolled over, stuffing a pillow under her stomach to raise her pussy. The head of my cock groped for her pussy as I got between her legs and poised myself behind her, and she put a hand back and spread her legs further apart to slip my cock into her. It slid smoothly in, and she lay with her head pillowed on her forearms and her white, smooth buttocks up in the air as I began dog fucking her. I stretched out on her to feel her soft body under mine and to run my hands under her so I could cup her breasts for a moment. I let my hands squeeze and fondle her as I savored the feel of her body, then I pushed myself back up to a kneeling position so I could see her body in front of me as I fucked her. The blood began to pound in my head as I watched my cock sliding in and out between the rounded curves of her buttocks, and my hands moved from her waist back to her hips as I began lurching more rapidly. She reached back to push the pillow into a higher mound, then she arched her back deeply to raise her pussy up to the level of my cock. My cock suddenly slipped into her up to my balls when she changed her position, and I began slamming the entire length of it into her. The feel of her hot pussy sheathing my cock and the sight of her body stretched out in front of me began to tear down my control, and the semen in me began straining to burst loose. I held onto my control grimly as I gripped her thighs and pounded my throbbing cock into her, then the knot of semen swelled up to the bursting point. It broke loose, and I released all attempt at control as I felt the semen streaming up and pouring out through my cock. I slipped my hands under her belly and raised her slightly as the come erupted deep in her belly. The feel of the hot come flooding out into her triggered a climax in her again. She thrust herself back at me as my cock drove the come deep into her belly, then I collapsed on her and we lay on the bed in a gasping, quivering heap.
After a few minutes she rolled over and we put our arms around each other as we lay in the numb drowsiness of satiation. I drifted off to sleep, and I was partially aroused hours later when she got up from the bed, dressed, and kissed me softly on the lips before she left.
CHAPTER TWO
I left everything but my camera bag in the motel unit the next morning and drove back along the frontage road to the small cafe for coffee. There were a couple of semis, a few smaller trucks, and a car or two parked in front of the cafe, and the atmosphere inside was thick with the sweat, cigarette smoke, and conversation of the men having breakfast and coffee. The cook on this shift was a young, sallow man whose face was deeply scarred by acne, but the same waitress was there. She recognized me, smiled at me across the cafe, and ignored a couple of other customers who had arrived before me as she brought a glass of water and a menu to the table.
"Good morning," she said, smiling brightly. "Would you like breakfast?"
"The only reason I came was to see if you were here, but I'll drink a cup of coffee now that I'm here."
A tinge of color spread across her cheeks, but she was pleased and her smile became wider. "We have some nice hot rolls. Would you like one?"
"OK, if you say so, but I'd like to talk to you more than anything else. When does this crowd leave?"
She shrugged apologetically. "Not until seven or so in the evening, I'm afraid. About the time these leave, we'll be getting the lunch crowd, then it will be the dinner crowd."
"All right. Can I pick you up tonight?"
She started to shake her head, then she pursed her lips instead. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Come on, honey, do I have to submit a script for approval? I'm no ogre with evil designs on your young body-I'd just like for us to have a chance to talk and get acquainted. Anything wrong with that?"
She looked at me for a long moment with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes. Making a sudden decision about me, she tore a page from the back of her order pad and quickly scribbled her address on it. "I'd rather you didn't pick me up here, because the owner gets mad when I pay attention to the customers. Come to my house at ten tonight, and we can talk there if you like. Coffee and hot roll, you said?"
I nodded to her with a smile as I folded the scrap of paper and put it in my shirt pocket. She walked rapidly back across the cafe, gave my order to the spotted-faced youth behind the counter, then went to another table to take an order. She was small, about five feet or so, and she was slender. She was also very attractive in a petite, almost gamine way, and there was a deft competence to her movements and the way she walked. She had a tiny waist and slender but well rounded hips, and her ankles and calves were well shaped and proportional. Man after man made passes at her as she took orders, and she neatly turned them down with an indifferent smile as she jotted the orders on the pad. turned them in to the cook, and carried dishes and cups to the tables. She brought the hot roll and coffee to me and smiled broadly at me as she placed a napkin by the plate and laid a fork on it. Several minutes later there was a lull in the activity when a few of the men got up and left, and she brought another glass of ice water and a Silex coffeepot to my table.
"Everything all right?" she asked as she filled my cup again.
"Couldn't be better."
She pulled my bill from the order pad, placed it face down on the table, and started to turn away again. "Take it out of this and keep the change," I said, placing a five on the bill.
A slight frown wrinkled her brow. "Why are you doing this? Are you trying to buy me, or-"
"Don't box me up in one of the slots you have for people, honey. If I want something, I'll make it plain so it can't be misunderstood. When I give a tip I do it because I want to and I can afford it. Nothing more or less."
She looked at me with a penetrating gaze as I talked, then her face relaxed in a smile as she picked up the bill and money and walked away from the table. I finished the coffee in a few quick gulps, then got up and left. She was looking at me as I went through the door, and we exchanged a smile across the noisy cafe when our eyes met.
There was a large shopping center just off the freeway a couple of miles away, and I swung the car onto the off ramp and pulled into the shopping center parking lot. I found a book store in the shopping center and looked over the selection of local publications in the periodical rack. Things didn't look bad; there was a weekly business publication, two monthly slicks, and a monthly regional slick. The clerk in the book store knew little more than how to operate the cash register and couldn't tell me if any of the newspapers had weekend supplements, but there were three dailies in the city and it was a safe bet that at least one of them would. I bought a newspaper and went back out to sit in the car while I read through it.
It was Wednesday, and the newspaper reflected the mid-week slump in activity. There seemed to be nothing going on that day which would represent a chance to glean a few dollars, but a Shriners' convention was scheduled to meet in a few days, there was a garden show a couple of weeks later, and there would be an air show at about the same time. They were all possibilities to make a few dollars if I worked hard, so I decided to stay in the city for the next few days at least.
A kid sitting in a nearby car with ecology signs pasted all over it gave me a dirty look when I shoved the newspaper out of the window and started the engine, and I switched the engine back off while I stared him down. The wreck he was sitting in probably put a pound of crud into the atmosphere each mile it drove, and he looked like the type who would get hysterical about a piece of paper by the highway while he was infecting every pussy in town with clap.
There were plenty of photo studios in the city but I drew blanks on the first three I visited because they already had people under contract to do their outside work. I did better at the fourth one. The manager refused outside work, as studio photographers usually do, and he had no scheduled weddings, but he agreed to take contracts in the future and he gave me his card so I could call him and check in. The editor of the most prosperous slick was too busy to see me, and I had a sort of vague, indecisive conversation with the editor of the business publication. He used agency material almost exclusively and couldn't make up his mind if the increased interest of local material would be worth what he would have to pay me. Small Business Week was coming up, and he said he would think about a center spread on local small businesses for that issue.
I stopped in a drugstore for a sandwich and used their telephone directory to make a list of dance and music schools, business schools, and funeral directors. The first one I visited was a music school, and the instructor had a recital scheduled for the following week. He agreed to canvass the parents to see if there would be enough interest in pictures to make it worth my time, and I took down his telephone number so I could call him back to check on it. My next stop was a funeral parlor, and I hit pay dirt.
There are some people who are naturally morbid, and there are others who treat their kin so shitty while they are alive that they try to make up for it in spending lavishly on their funeral. Whatever the reason, I have made a surprising amount of money from photographing funerals during the past years.
Many photographers are reluctant to work funerals because they find them depressing, but I personally find a wedding much more depressing than a funeral; the misery had just ended for one and just started for the other. Besides, I will take a picture of a grasshopper fucking an ant if I can find a market for it.
There was a funeral scheduled to begin in the small adjacent chapel within minutes, and the funeral director had been trying frantically to find a photographer all morning in response to a last minute request by the family. My walking in on him was a stroke of fortune, and he even relinquished his cut of my profit when I agreed to take it on immediately. He sent one of his helpers to a nearby photo supply store to pick up a few rolls of 35 millimeter CPS for me while I got set up in the chapel, and his helper got back with the film just in time for me to take the preliminary pictures.
It was a circus. The widow was several years younger than her deceased husband, and she was about as bereaved as a hotel whore during a convention. She was drunk, and she kept introducing her boyfriend to everyone as her cousin from the East. The dead man's brothers, sisters, and their families were there, and the widow was accompanied by a couple of aunts and their families. The two groups arrayed themselves on opposite sides of the chapel during the service and glared at each other, and there was not a tear shed during the entire funeral. A couple of fist fights almost developed as they crowded out the door to get into the limousines for the drive to the graveyard, and the funeral director wrung his hands hysterically as he ran back and forth trying to pacify everyone. I never did find out who wanted the photo coverage, because everyone acted as though I were a turd in the punch bowl. But I was being paid, so I dutifully went through the entire process and gave them full coverage of the deceased in his coffin, the funeral service, the trip to the gravesite, and the interment. The shots of the widow were fucking awful because she grabbed her boyfriend's arm and grinned vacuously each time I pointed the camera at her, but I shot several of her so I could use the one which was least inappropriate.
I drove back into town, found a custom processor, and talked to the manager. He had handled freelancers before, and he agreed to give me rush service for a ten percent markup over the list price. I turned the film in and went to check out a couple more possibilities while the pictures were being run off. I came up with exactly nothing, and went back to the processor a couple of hours later. The processor was good, and they even had a selection of albums and immediate engraving service. I picked out the albums, had the name of the deceased embossed on the front, then one of the helpers gave me a hand stuffing the pictures.
It was getting late by the time I had delivered the albums and got paid, so I went back to the motel. It hadn't been a bad day; I had picked up three hundred dollars and developed a couple of good leads, so it looked as though I would be able to stay in the city awhile unless the police got nosy about me.
The redhead was looking out the office window and I waved to her as I pulled into the motel parking lot. I went in and took off my coat, then I sat down and waited for her. A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door, and I opened it for her. I started to kiss her, but she twisted out of my arms and walked to the center of the room.
"Jim, I'd like to talk to you about last night."
I knew what had happened before we started talking. A couple of climaxes and a strange cock had rooted out her frustrations and made her feel guilty, so she had treated her husband like a man instead of a piece of shit. He had been pleasantly surprised and had responded, so they had made up. They had probably fucked a couple of times during the day, and now they were in love again. "What's wrong, Janice? Have I done something to make you mad?"
She looked down at the floor, flushing slightly. "No, it's not you, Jim, it's me. I don't know what came over me last night or what possessed me to act the way I did." I started to say something, and she looked up at me quickly, raising her hand. "I'm not blaming you, Jim. I blame myself. It's just that married people have bad moments, and unfortunate things can happen during these times."
"You talked to your husband? Did you tell him-
"No, I didn't tell him about us," she said, flushing again. "He wouldn't understand, and it wouldn't really be fair to tell him. It would destroy him-I know it would." She sighed and walked over to the window, looking out through the blind. "We had a long talk today, and I told him what his drinking was doing to our marriage. I told him that I'd have to leave him if he kept it up, and we had a clear understanding for a change. He agreed to try to do better, and I believe that we will. I wanted you to know this, because I believe it's only fair to you to know exactly where you stand."
"Perhaps I'd better leave, Janice."
"You don't have to do that," she said, shaking her head quickly. "I'd like very much for us to remain friends, Jim, and I'd like for my husband to be your friend too. But friends is all we can be-I couldn't face my husband if I repeated what I did last night. You'll be able to find someone else."
"Yes," I agreed, nodding.
She suddenly looked nettled and her color deepened. "I'd like for you to know that you're the only man who's had me besides my husband."
"I knew that last night, Janice. Whatever will be between us is up to you, but I don't want to be your husband's friend. I'll make no secret about the fact that I think a lot of you, both from a standpoint of sex and in other ways. If it were up to me, you'd come with me when I leave here."
She looked somewhat gratified, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Well, you'll find someone else, Jim, and she'll be a lucky girl. But with my situation as it is, we can only be friends, nothing more. It would kill my husband if I left him."
"As I said, it's up to you, Janice. I don't like it, but if that's the way you want it then it'll have to be that way."
She walked toward the door, smiling sadly. "I hope you understand."
"I guess so. Give me a goodbye kiss?"
She started to shake her head, then she shrugged and nodded. I took her in my arms and covered her mouth with mine, then I pressed her lips apart and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I moved my hands up and down her back as our lips tugged at each other and our tongues probed, and the breath through her nostrils was suddenly hot and strong on my cheek. She melted against me as I put one hand between us to cup her breast, and I fondled her buttocks with my other hand as she pushed her pussy against my thigh. She suddenly jerked away from me, her face flushed and her breasts heaving. She gave me a faltering smile as she pushed her hair back from her face and tried to regain her composure, then she quickly went through the door.
I lay down on the bed and napped for a while, then I turned on the TV and watched it until it put me back to sleep. It was almost nine o'clock when I woke, so I dug out the piece of paper the waitress had written her address on and looked at it, then I took a shower and changed clothes. I noticed that there were a lot more cars in the motel parking lot than there had been the night before.
The waitress lived in a duplex in a shabby, rundown residential area between the cafe and the city. I found the house number, parked my car in the driveway, and knocked on the door. It opened a crack, she peeked through the opening, then she closed it again and a chain rattled. She opened the door and held it, smiling up at me somewhat hesitantly.
"Hi. How did it go today?" I asked, walking in.
"All right, I suppose," she said, closing the door then leaning against it and looking up at me. "I hope you didn't misunderstand why I invited you here tonight."
"I said I wanted to talk to you, and you invited me to your home so I could talk to you. What's to misunderstand?"
She smiled and nodded. "Nothing, that's fine. Would you like some coffee?"
"I'd like something to eat. I didn't go to the cafe for dinner because I didn't want to see you bringing slop for all the hogs to shove into their faces, and I didn't want to see you when we couldn't talk. I also didn't want to go anywhere else, so I haven't eaten and I'm hungry."
"You silly man," she said with a pleased smile on her face. She thought for a moment, then looked up at me again. "Will a hamburger do?"
"A dog turd will do as long as you're the cook."
She giggled. "Don't talk that way," she said, wrinkling her nose at me. "Take off your coat and sit down. It won't take but a few minutes for me to fix a hamburger for you."
I took off my coat and dropped it on the couch. "I'll sit in the kitchen while you cook. I want to know if you can cook or if you can only carry food to a table."
"I can cook better than that slob at the cafe," she quipped back.
I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table while she got out a pan, took a hamburger patty from the refrigerator, and began fixing a hamburger for me. I could see that she was poorly paid, because the duplex was a wreck. The floors were sagging and covered with worn linoleum, the furniture was old and worn, and everything needed repair. It didn't bother me because I had been living in tenements for the past few years because of the anonymity they provided, but she was embarrassed. She tried to make the best of it and act as though everything was all right, but her lips tightened when the plumbing roared and she bit her lower lip between her teeth when a knob came off the stove. I watched her as she moved back and forth in the kitchen, chattering brightly to cover her confusion. She had put on a clean dress, and it was a plain, somewhat worn cotton frock. It fit her well, though, and neatly outlined her slender body, small, pert hips, and shapely thighs. Somehow her body reminded me of Helen's, a teenager who had lived with me for a few months.
"Aren't you listening to me?" her voice broke through my consciousness.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" I had been sitting and staring at her cute butt, and her face was red.
"I asked if you want mustard or salad dressing."
"Just spit on it."
The look of irritation slowly disappeared from her face and she wrinkled her nose and smiled again. "You are silly. Now what do you want on your hamburger?"
"Mustard."
"That's better," she said with a sniff, taking a small squeeze tube of mustard out of the refrigerator.
She was putting the finishing touches on the hamburger when there was a heavy authoritative knock on the door. She glanced at me, surprised, and I shrugged as I shook my head. She went into the living room to answer the door, and a moment later I heard a man's voice in a loud, belligerent tone.
"Whose car is that out there?"
I had a momentary vision of a pissed-off husband, then I recognized the voice; it was that of the cook at the cafe. I jumped up from the table and trotted into the living room. He was standing just inside th door, glaring down at her.
"What fucking business is it of yours whose car that is?" I snarled at him.
He looked at me, somewhat startled, then glared at her again. "I told you that I won't have my place used as a hangout for guys looking for a chippie-"
I walked across the room, pushed her out of the way, and looked at him. "Answer my fucking question, shit gut. What fucking business is it of yours?"
He looked at me with somewhat less confidence and --edged toward the door. "I told her when she took the job that the customers-"
"Fuck you and the customers! It's none of your goddamn business what she does when she's not working!"
"Well, she's not working for me anymore, so-" His voice choked off as I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward. "You pus-gutted cocksucker. You'd better learn how to talk to her or I'll kick the living shit out of you." The girl put her hand on my arm and I shrugged it off. "She's not working for you anymore, motherfucker, but it's because she's going to quit, not because you're going to fire her." I took a fresh handhold on his shirt and shook him. "Now ask her to quit, fuck face, and be nice about it!"
"Will you quit?" he squeaked as I shook him again.
She nodded mutely, looking down at the floor, and I shoved him toward the door. "If you ever see her on the street, you'd better be real nice to her, cock-sucker. You give her any more of your shit, and I'll stamp your motherfucking ass until you look like the pile of shit that you are!"
He stumbled out the door and I kicked it shut behind him. I turned and looked at the girl; she was looking down at the floor, almost in tears. I moved toward her to put my hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged away from me as she looked up at me. "I hope you're satisfied. You deliberately got me fired, didn't you?"
"No one should have to take what you took from him. If a job's all you're worried about, I'll help you find a job."
"And what am I supposed to live on while you're doing all this?"
I reached into my pocket and jerked out the three hundred dollars I had picked up that day and threw it down on the couch. "That, and there's no strings attached."
She picked up the money, folded it, and put it back in my pocket as she shook her head. "No, I don't take anything I don't earn. I'll think of something to do." She sighed and blinked the tears out of her eyes as she looked up at me. "You'd better leave now."
"Dammit, woman, I'm hungry. I'm not going anywhere until I heat that hamburger."
She looked up at me a moment longer, anger and helplessness in her eyes, then she shrugged and smiled wanly. "All right. Come on into the kitchen."
We went back into the kitchen and I sat down at the table. She put the hamburger in front of me, made a cup of instant coffee and put it beside the plate, then sat down across the table from me. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mouth?"
"I was mad. I got mad last night when he hardassed you in the cafe, and it made me madder tonight."
"That's no excuse for talking the way you did."
I took a bite of the hamburger and chewed it, looking at her. "I didn't offer it as an excuse. It's a reason, not an excuse. I do what I feel like, and to hell with excuses."
"It must be nice to be in a position where you can do that."
"It is."
"What do you do for a living?"
I told her, and I also told her the circumstances which had led up to my present position. She cupped her small chin on her fists and listened to me, then she sat back and looked at me when I finished. "Don't you feel guilty about leaving your wife and children?"
"No. If they'd given a goddamn about me, then I wouldn't have left. As it is, they can scrape for themselves-I did it long enough for them."
She sighed. "Well, in one way I think you ran out on your responsibilities, but in another way I can understand why you did it."
"What happened to your husband?"
"He's in prison," she replied candidly. "He embezzled money which belonged to his company and got caught. My parents are dead, and his parents won't have anything to do with me because they disapproved of the marriage, so I'm more or less on my own."
"And you say that I evaded my responsibilities?"
She flushed and shrugged. "We really don't get along very well, so I can't blame them. They didn't want their son to marry me but he did anyway. Now he's in prison and I think they at least partially blame me for that. He had to quit college and get a job as a salesman, and he didn't make as much money as he was used to having. That might have been one reason why he took money which didn't belong to him."
I swallowed the last bite of the hamburger, washed it down with the dregs of the coffee, then pushed back from the table. "That was good. Now what are we going to do about you?"
She shrugged, scratching at the battered oilcloth on the table with her fingernail. "That's not your problem."
"It is, because-I was the one who made the problem. If I hadn't said anything and left, you could have kissed his ass enough for him to keep you on."
She flushed a deep red color and there was an angry glint in her eyes. "It's easy for you to be so smug when you-"
"You could be the same way, honey."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you can pack your clothes while I go get my things, and we'll go find an apartment together."
"I can't live with a man under those conditions."
"I don't know what conditions you're talking about. We'll move in together, but if anything develops it will be between both of us. I don't like to push things like that because they turn to shit if you do. I'm offering you a home and food because I got mad and got you fired. I'll expect you to cook, keep the place clean, and leave other men alone while you live there. That's all I expect, though."
"And the only reason you'll do this is because you got me fired?"
"No. I wouldn't do it for just anyone, but I will do it for you. I'll do it because I like you and because you're as pretty as a little china doll. You're small and slim, which I like, and you have a good personality, which I also like. If something did develop between us, I believe it would be good. But, as I said, I won't push."
She looked at me for a long moment, her blue eyes staring directly into mine, then she nodded. "All right."
I stood up. "Do we have to do anything about your place here before you leave?"
"No. The rent is paid until the end of the week, and I'll tell the woman next door to let the landlord know that I've left. I'll clean it up some for the next people."
"Will all of your things go in my car?" She laughed ruefully. "Easily."
"OK, I'll go get my things, and I'll be back in a little bit."
She followed me to the door, and I turned to look down at her before I left. She was looking up at me with a forlorn, frightened expression. I put my finger under her chin and lifted it. "I said I'll take care of you, honey, and I meant it. Now stop looking that way."
She forced a smile. "All right."
"What's your name?"
"Nancy."
"Mine's Jim. See you in a few minutes, Nancy."
She nodded and smiled again as I left. I drove back to the motel, got my things out of my room, then drove the car over to the office to pay my bill.
The redhead wasn't around, and her husband took the money and wrote out my receipt. I stopped at a newspaper machine outside the motel door to get another paper so I could check for rentals, then I drove back to Nancy's place. A couple of battered suitcases and a few shopping bags were stacked on the couch in the living room, and she was cleaning up the kitchen. I put the things in the car, then sat on the couch and picked out a couple of likely apartment rentals in the newspaper while she finished what she was doing. When she was through, she brought the baby out of the bedroom and we left. ' She was still very unsure of what she was doing and uncomfortable with me, and she looked small and pale in the light from oncoming cars. She made an effort to respond when I talked to her, but she soon fell silent and stared sightlessly at the windshield as she bit her lower lip and clutched her baby in her lap. When I got off the freeway and entered the residential area of the city, I gave her the newspaper and flipped on the dome light so she could read off the addresses I had marked. Hunting for an apartment seemed to interest her, and she began to loosen up a bit as we chatted about what we needed.
It was almost midnight by the time I located the first address, and the fat old woman who answered the door was surly. "Do you always hunt for an apartment in the middle of the night?"
"We just got into town, and I don't want to spend a week's rent on a motel for the night. But if it's too late for you to do business, perhaps it won't be for someone else."
"Well, I'm already up, so I might as well show you what I've got," she said, taking a ring of keys from a peg inside the door.
There was a one-bedroom apartment and a two-bedroom apartment, and they were both nice. They had been recently redecorated and carpeted, and the furniture was new. Nancy carried the baby in her arms as she followed me and the woman, and she brightened up when she saw the apartments. I groaned inwardly at the price, because I was more accustomed to tenement prices.
"I don't see why you and your wife would need a two-bedroom apartment," the old woman said. "I have a cot for the baby, and you can put it in the bedroom with you."
"Yes, the one bedroom will do nicely," Nancy suddenly said from behind me. I turned to look at her; I thought we had tacitly agreed that there would be nothing personal between us for the present at least, but she was looking at the woman. "Do you have any TVs for rent?"
"Yes. I have black and white sets for two dollars a week, and color sets for five."
She smiled up at me. "Could we have a TV?"
I nodded. "We'll take a color set," I said to the woman.
Nancy shook her head quickly. "A black and white will do. Why don't you get the cot and TV, Jim, and I'll bring in the things from the car."
I nodded, gave her the keys to the car, and left with the woman. The woman wanted a cleaning deposit, a deposit on the TV, and a month's rent in advance, and the three hundred dollars in my pocket had been considerably diminished by the time I had signed the contract and dragged the cot and TV out of the apartment storeroom. I thought about it for a moment, then mentally shrugged; I still had a couple thousand from the last place, and it looked as though I would do all right in this city.
Nancy was fussing around in the apartment, putting away the few dishes and pans she had brought and making up the bed. I put the cot in the bedroom, set the TV on the coffee table in the living room, then turned it on and sat down to watch it. She put the baby to bed, then I heard the water drumming in the bathroom as she took a bath. A few minutes later she came into the living room and snapped the light off as she passed the switch. I looked at her as she sat down by me on the couch. She was dressed in silky pajamas with a tight, filmy top which revealed the jutting bulge of her breasts, and the short legs of the pajamas left her white, softly rounded thighs bare. She picked up my hand and held it between hers on her lap as she looked at the TV, and there seemed to be a thin line of determination in the way she held her mouth and chin.
Her hands were cool against mine, and the awareness of her warm skin and the wispy material of her pajamas against my hand caused an almost electric tingle up through my arm. "You're not pushing things are you, Nancy?"
"I can't take something and give nothing in return, and I believe I knew that this would be best when I agreed to come with you."
"I told you it wouldn't work that way. You don't owe me anything."
"Stop trying to make me say things. You're not exactly bad looking, and you have a forceful way about you that I like, even if you are mean some times. And it's been a long time since...." Her voice trailed off into silence, and she kept her eyes averted from mine as she fondled my hand with slight movements of her fingers.
I looked down at her for a moment, inhaling the fresh, sweet smell of her hair and the clean smell of soap on her skin. She glanced up at me, smiled slightly, then gripped my hand harder as she leaned her shoulder against my chest. I slid my arm around her and my hand moved slowly down her back as I felt her satin smooth skin and the firm muscles of her slender body. I put my hand on the smooth curve where her hip swelled out from her tiny waist and squeezed slightly, feeling and fondling her warm, firm flesh. She snuggled closer to me and placed my other hand palm down on her thigh, and I pressed her with my arms as I felt her thigh and slid my hand from her hip to her buttocks. She slid over and rested her back against my chest, and I moved my hand from her thigh to her breast. I squeezed and fondled her breast as I cupped it in my palm, and she raised herself slightly from the couch so my other hand could move back and forth from one smooth buttock to the other. Her breast was firm and resilient, and the feel of the silky fabric of her pajamas over her smooth flesh heightened the sensation of fondling her body. She rested quietly against my chest for several moments as I felt her, then her hands moved up to unbutton her pajama top. Her fingers moved from the bottom button upward, and when all of the buttons were unfastened she pulled the front of the pajama top open and dropped her hands to her sides. I looked down at the beautiful, upturned curve of her small breasts as my hands moved up to cup them.
She turned her head and placed her cheek against my chest as I felt her breasts. "They're too small, aren't they?" she whispered.
"You're small all over. You'd look strange with a bust like a cow."
"Am I too small?"
I pushed my hands down into the pajama bottoms to her thighs, then I slowly pulled them back up across her firm hips, her tiny waist, her slender chest, and finally to her small breast again. "You're just right," I said, bending down to run my lips along her shoulder and neck.
She shivered as my lips moved across her skin and she twisted around to turn her mouth up to mine. I covered her lips with mine, then our mouths opened and our tongues probed at each other. I pushed her tongue back into her mouth as I forced my tongue along the sides of her mouth, her teeth, and inside her lips. She relaxed as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, her head resting passively against my chest. I traced along her lips with my tongue, licking her mouth with long strokes of my tongue. She opened her mouth wide as I covered her lips with mine again. Our tongues twisted and probed at each other as I savored the warm, heady taste of her saliva in my mouth. Our lips parted, pulling and tugging at each other, then I lifted her and set her on my lap with my arm around her shoulders. I kissed her eyes, cheeks, and nose, then my lips moved down to her smooth, ivory-white neck and shoulders. She lay back against my arm and sighed softly as my lips and tongue moved along her shoulders, then she began slowly combing her fingers through my hair.
My mouth moved down to her breasts and I took one of her nipples between my lips as I moved my tongue back and forth across it. Her fingers gripped my hair and she tensed slightly in my arms as her nipple stood out, erect and firm. I put my hand on her flat stomach and slid it down into the silky pajama bottoms, and my fingers began toying with the small triangle of crisp hair between her thighs as I slowly sucked her breast. Her thighs parted to let my hand cup her small pussy, and she put both hands on my head and pushed me down against her breast as I took more and more of it into my mouth. I moved my mouth to her other breast and she arched her back to surge up against my mouth more strongly. My fingers moved over her soft vulva, fondling and feeling it, and she spread her legs further apart as my finger slid up the crack in her vulva. She began trembling in my arms as I bent over and moved my head further down to probe my tongue into her navel, and her breasts heaved with her gasping breathing as I moved my tongue between her navel and breasts. Each time my head moved back up to her breasts I took them into my mouth with a sucking pressure, and she laced her fingers through my hair as she uttered a small whimper.
I stopped caressing her with my mouth and sat back up as I pushed the pajamas down her legs and tugged them off her feet. I looked down at the slender, naked woman resting across my lap and the couch. Her skin was alabaster white, and the small nest of curly brown hair between her thighs contrasted sharply with the shimmering glow of her skin. She was small, but she was perfectly proportioned.
Her legs were long and slender, and the lines and curves of her calves and thighs were delicate and graceful. Her hips swelled out from her thighs in a smooth, gradual curve, then nipped back in at her tiny waist. Her body was slender but not thin, and her small breasts jutted out in a tantalizing, naturally uplifted curve. My eyes moved on up to her small, triangular face and her beautiful features, and she was quietly watching me with half-closed eyes as I looked at her.
"Think I'll do?" she whispered, her voice strained and her chest still heaving from the sensations my tongue had aroused.
"I think I'd like to tongue your pussy until you scream for me to stop," I replied hoarsely, the blood pounding in my head.
"Let's go into the bedroom, and I promise I won't start screaming until about this time tomorrow."
I bent over and quickly took her breasts into my mouth, one after the other, and sucked them with a hard pressure between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I trailed my tongue down her smooth skin to her navel, then wriggled it as I pressed it into the tiny opening. She whimpered slightly as I tongued her navel, then hissed in through her teeth as my mouth moved on down her flat belly to the small patch of hair. I bent far over to drag my tongue slowly along her vulva, and she moaned again as she writhed in my arms. I raised back up and kissed her quickly on the mouth as I picked her up in my arms to carry her into the bedroom.
I put her down on the bed and she rolled over on her side to watch me undress in in the light streaming in from the hall. My hardon was making my pants bulge far out in the front, and my cock sprang out in a taut, trembling erection as I pulled down my pants and shorts. As I stood on one foot then the other to take my socks off, she reached out to grip my cock and stroke her fingers slowly along it. My body shuddered with pleasure as she wrapped her small, cool fingers around my cock and caressed it, and I stood by the side of the bed for a moment to let her play with my cock and balls. She hands kept moving over my cock and balls as I bent over to kiss her body again. I started to slide down on the bed in a position to begin titillating her pussy with my tongue. She suddenly tugged at my thighs as she flexed her knees and spread her legs apart. "Please do it now, honey. You have me so worked up that I don't know what I'm doing. I want you to put it in me now-all of it."
I pushed myself back up from the bed and turned to straddle her small body. She spread her legs further apart as I poised myself over her to fuck her, and she wriggled slightly as she positioned her pussy directly in front of my cock. I looked down at her again, letting my eyes feast on her beauty and her wanton, abandoned position in front of me as she eagerly waited for my cock, and she made a small, urgent sound in her throat as she put her arms around my neck and tugged at me impatiently.
I felt for the opening of her pussy with my fingers as I guided the head of my cock, and she reached down and took the thick shaft of my cock with both hands as she lunged her pussy up against it. The soft mound of her pussy parted, and she gave a muffled cry as the head of my cock penetrated. I put my hands under her ass and cupped her firm buttocks as I moved my hips slightly, gently pushing my cock into her. She lay quiet for a moment as I --edged more of my throbbing muscle into her small, tight pussy. Then she began responding. A moment later almost half of it was in, and I began withdrawing it and pushing it back into her as I worked more and more of it in. She spread herself wide for me, bracing her heels on my thighs, and her hands reached up to urge my head down to her breasts again. I moved my hands up to her small waist and gripped her to brace her body against the driving motion of my cock into her pussy, and I bent my head down to suck at her breasts. She cupped her breast and guided it into my mouth, then she groaned softly as I began sucking it. I moved my mouth to her other breast, and she began responding more urgently as she drove herself up to meet my cock. The entire length of my trembling shaft began sinking into her small, eager body, and my balls began touching her firm ass each time I drove my hips forward. She threw her leg wide apart with her feet up in the air, and her hands fluttered wildly over my head as I sucked her breast as hard as I could and increased the pace of our fucking. The feel of her firm, slender body under mine and her hot pussy swallowing my cock began to break down my control, and I stopped moving as I lay quiet for a moment and tightened myself against the flood of semen which was threatening to break loose.
She kissed the side of my face, my neck, and my ear as her fingertips moved over my shoulders and arms, then she pulled her face back and looked up at me. "Let me get on top," she whispered. "I'll make it good for you."
I put my arms around her, lifted her slightly, then rolled over. She lithely bent her legs as I turned, keeping my cock deep in her body as she ended up sitting on my thighs. She looked down at me for a moment, then she leaned forward slightly and put her hands on my chest as she revolved her hips to move my cock around inside her. The blood pounded in my head from the sensation of my cock moving inside her hot, tight pussy. I looked up at her and put my hands on her breasts to squeeze and feel them as she moved around on my cock. As I savored the feel of her warm, firm flesh, she raised herself slightly from my thighs and began moving up and down on my cock. At first her motions were slight, with only a small rise and drop in her ass, then she began moving further up. She gradually worked her way up my cock until she was leaving only the head of it in her, and she pressed herself slowly back down until she was again completely impaled on it. She was limber and supple, and slid easily up and down on my cock with a smooth, regular motion. I lay back, my head pillowed on my forearm, and watched the slender, beautiful woman fucking herself with my cock. Raging waves of sensation poured over me from the feel of her tight pussy sheathing my cock. I put my hands down to fondle her thighs, and she leaned over toward me so I could squeeze and knead her breasts. She gradually moved faster and faster as I fondled her breasts, and in the dim light from the hall I could see that her face was becoming more strained and flushed. She began breathing harder as she bounced rapidly up and down, and I stretched my arm down to grope in her pussy with my hand. I found her clitoris with my finger; she gave a small moan and began writhing as she jarred wildly up and down on my cock. Every muscle in her lithe body was tense as she pounded herself up and down on my throbbing shaft, and after she had kept the same pace for several moments I sensed that she had reached a plateau of sensation and could not move fast enough to drive herself into a climax. I sat up and put my arms around her, then I lifted her as I rolled her over on the bed so I would be on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I began fucking her with long, hard strokes of my trembling cock, and I reached down with my hand to fondle her clitoris again. When my finger found her clitoris, she gave a small cry and threw her legs wide apart with her feet high in the air. I bent my head down to suck as her breasts again as I titillated her clitoris and fucked her as rapidly as I could. She began bouncing wildly under me. The sensations raging through her reached a climax, and she burst into an orgasm. Her stomach rolled in rippling waves as she uttered a low, steady whimper, then she cried out as she lashed up against me in surging rushes. She tensed all over for an instant as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, then she dropped limp on the bed.
The feel of her lunging body had almost torn my control from me. I lay on her with the blood pounding through my body, my semen a huge, swelling flood straining to break loose. I looked down at her as she heaved and gasped, her head rolling from side to side, and I longed to flood her slender body with my come. I watched her as her breathing gradually came under control, and she opened her eyes and looked up at me as her breasts stopped heaving. She smiled tremulously as she put her hands on each side of my head to pull my mouth down to hers. Her mouth was hot and damp under mine, and her tongue was a tiny, living thing which probed and pushed at mine. She pulled back from me with a sigh as she looked up at me again.
"Did you come?"
"I almost did when you did."
"I want you to come now. I want you to come in me so I can feel it."
I nodded as I pulled my cock back and pushed it deep into her pussy a couple of times, then I pulled my cock out of her and sat back on my heels to roll her over. She smiled as she understood what I wanted, and she quickly rolled over as she snatched a pillow from the head of the bed to push under her stomach. She doubled the pillow up to raise her small ass far in the air, and she looked over her shoulder at me as she spread her legs far apart so I could dog fuck her. I moved in between her parted legs and guided my cock between her firm buttocks, searching for her pussy. She put her hand behind herself to help guide it in, then she hissed through her teeth and I gasped with pleasure as it slid smoothly in. I put my hands on her waist to hold her body steady as I worked it further in with slow, pulsating motions of my hips, and she arched her back to bring her pussy up level with my cock. I got it all in, then began dog fucking her with long, slow strokes of my cock as I ran my hands over her and felt her smooth thighs and firm buttocks. The sight of her slender body stretched out passively on the bed in front of me and waiting for my flood of come rapidly brought my passion to a raging level, and my breath came in quick gasps as I thrust my cock between her rounded buttocks. I lay down on her and ran my tongue over her shoulders, the back of her neck, and down between her shoulder blades as I slipped my hands under her to feel her breasts. She trembled and moaned as my tongue moved over her and she twisted her head around to kiss me. Our lips met, and I forced my tongue deep into her mouth. She held her mouth in a tight circle so I could fuck her mouth with my tongue as my pounding cock kept driving deep into her body. The hard knot of semen ballooned in me until it was agonizing to hold. I raised myself back up and gripped her waist between my hands as I released it into her with pounding surges of my cock. The relief and pangs of ecstasy made me dizzy as I felt the come flood out of me and rush deep into her body, and I held her tiny waist firmly between my hands as my driving cock pushed it further into her. She gave a small cry as she felt the come gush out into her belly, and she put her hands back to grasp my wrists as she bowed her back deeply and spread her legs further apart to receive my fluid. I lunged into her as wave after wave of it poured from me, then I collapsed on her, trembling and gasping. She put her hand back to run her fingers through my hair and stroke my face as she twisted her head around to kiss me softly on the side of my face. My breathing gradually slowed, and I put my hand under her stomach and raised her slightly to drag the pillow from under her. I pressed her legs together with mine and rested on her, my cock still deep between her firm buttocks. She nestled against me as I put my hands under her and cupped her breasts, and I pulled her to me as I savored the feel of her firm body under mine and the touch of her taut buttocks against my belly.
"Good?" she whispered.
I nodded, clearing my throat. "Heaven."
"What will we do if I get pregnant?"
"I'll get another cot from the landlady."
She giggled throatily and ruffled my hair with her hand. "Let me up to' wash, and I'll get something to wash you with."
I rolled over on the bed, and she slipped from the bed and trotted toward the bathroom. I looked at her slender, naked body as her firm hips moved with a natural, graceful sway, and desire was suddenly a choking thing in my throat again. The water ran in the bathroom for a few minutes as she washed, then she came back out with a wet towel and a dry one. She slid the dry towel under my hips, then laved my cock, balls, and between my legs with the wet one. She washed me slowly and carefully, peeling back the foreskin from my limp cock to soak and wipe it with the end of the towel. When she had washed me, she tossed the wet towel back into the bathroom and picked up the ends of the dry towel to wipe me off. I watched her, looking at the smooth curve of her hips as she bent over me and watching the trembling movements of her bare breasts as she moved her hands, and-the warm, gnawing feeling began to spread up from my balls again. She pulled the dry towel from under me and tossed it into the bathroom, then she hopped lithely on the bed. She curled up beside me and snuggled up against me with a satisfied murmur in her throat.
"Happy?" she whispered.
"Uh-huh," I grunted, putting my arm around her to pull her closer.
"Let's get under the covers to go to sleep so we won't get chilly."
"Who's going to sleep?"
She pulled her head back and looked up at me, her eyes wide. "Do you want to do it again?"
"Not right this minute. Give me a little while to recover, woman, I'm not Superman."
She giggled. "But you want to do it again tonight?"
"Damn right. I'm not through yet."
She sat up in bed and cupped my face between her small hands. "You're not serious?"
"You wait a couple of minutes and you'll see how serious I am."
She leaned over and kissed me lightly on my lips, then she cuddled up against me again, her hands on my chest. "How long do I have to wait?"
"Not very damn long," I said as the proximity of her naked body and her tantalizing smile began to make my cock throb and grow. I put my arms around her and ran my fingers into her hair to turn her face up to mine. I lowered my head and covered her mouth with my lips, and her mouth opened eagerly as my tongue touched her lips. She put her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair as our tongues pushed at each other. Our lips parted, and she lay back against my forearm with glistening lips as she looked up at me languidly.
"What if I told you that I'm tired?"
"I'd tell you that you wouldn't stay tired very long."
"Make me not tired very long, then."
I kissed her lips again, pushing them far apart to force my tongue deep into her mouth, and I ran my tongue over the edges of her teeth. I pulled away from her, then I trailed my tongue from her chin to her breasts. She shivered slightly as my tongue moved down her, then she moaned as I took one of her nipples between my lips. I ran my tongue around it and toyed with it between my lips until it was hard and erect, then I moved to her other nipple. When her nipples were standing out firm and stiff, I began sucking her breasts and massaging them with my hands. I moved from one to the other, savoring the fresh taste of her skin as I sucked them far into my mouth and squeezed them with my tongue as I let them slide back out. She laced her fingers into my hair and pushed my head down against her breasts as she bowed up against me, moaning again as I let my fingertips slowly move up and down her body. I moved my head on down her body, kissing and touching her with the tip of my tongue. I sucked and tongued her navel as I moved my hand along her thighs and pushed it under her to feel her buttocks. She murmured deep in her throat and her body twitched as my mouth moved on down to the mound of crisp hair, and her legs parted eagerly as I put my head between her thighs to kiss her vulva. I moved up and down her thighs, kissing, licking, and biting her soft skin, and her legs gradually spread further and further apart.
I moved back up to her pussy and parted her vulva with my fingers to let my tongue slide through it, and she gave a cry and lurched against me as my tongue touched her clitoris. She rolled onto her side and put her legs around my head as I began flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth across her clitoris. She wriggled, settling herself as she grasped at my thighs, then I felt her hot mouth on my cock and balls. Her fingernails dug gently into the back of my thighs as she kissed and mouthed my balls, then she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. My cock was suddenly no longer limp and lifeless, and it began expanding into a hardon as the sensation of her demanding mouth spread up through me. I cupped her small buttocks in my hands as I opened my mouth wide to suck her pussy, then I began teasing her clitoris again with the tip of my tongue. She moaned again, my cock in her mouth, and she cupped my balls in her hand as she began moving her head back and forth on my cock. The tight feeling of her warm, damp mouth around my cock brought it to a throbbing erection, taut and springy. She grasped the base of my cock with one hand and squeezed my balls firmly with her other hand as she moved her head back and forth in rhythm to my tongue flicking across her clitoris. We floated for long moments, enjoying the gradually mounting passion in our bodies, then her movements began to get more intense as the muscles in her body became strained and hard. She whimpered in a low, steady murmur as she began trembling in long shudders which wracked her entire body. I pulled my cock away from her mouth as I moved toward the bottom of the bed.
I lay down on my stomach with her legs over my shoulders, and I took her buttocks in my hands and squeezed them as I lowered my head between her thighs. She spread her legs wide apart and put her heels on my back as my mouth touched her pussy, then she began thrusting her hips up against me with short, driving movements. I sucked her pussy a couple of times, then ran my tongue through her vulva as I searched for her clitoris again. She tensed all over as my tongue touched it, and I began moving my tongue rapidly back and forth across it. I increased the pace of my tongue moving over her clitoris, and her lips began lurching up against me in a wild, uncontrolled frenzy of sensation. She cried out as she burst into another orgasm, and she wrapped her legs around my head as she bowed up off the bed. Every muscle in her body tightened as her stomach rippled in quick convulsions. Then she collapsed on the bed. She tossed her head from side to side as she gasped for air, and I gave her pussy a few final licks as I fondled her thighs and hips.
I crawled up the bed and lay down beside her, and she threw her arms around me as she buried her face against my shoulder and shook with sobs. She cried for a moment, her tears running down my chest, then she began kissing me madly on the face, neck, and chest. I stroked her hair and waited for the emotions which had seized her to exhaust themselves, and she gradually became calmer.
"God, that was good, Jim. I thought I was going to die," she whispered in a trembling, shaking voice.
I looked down at her small, tear-stained face and bent my head down to kiss her lightly on her mouth. She surged violently up against me, opening her mouth and sucking at my lips hungrily. She pressed her face against mine with a boiling fury which bruised our lips, and her tongue slid into my mouth with quick, darting movements. I rolled over on my back and she followed me, her lips hard against mine. She squirmed on top of me and wrapped her arms around my head and opened her mouth wider as she pushed her tongue around inside my mouth. Her tongue probed at my teeth and the inside of my lips, then she pressed her thighs together around my hard cock. She undulated slowly, sliding her thighs up and down my cock as her tongue searched in my mouth, and I slid my hands down her body to fondle her satin smooth skin as I savored the feeling of her rounded thighs pressing my cock. She pulled her mouth away from mine and kissed me with quick, pecking kisses on my face and chin; then her supple body wriggled on the bed as her mouth moved down toward my belly.
She squirmed as she got between my legs and pressed them apart, then lay between my legs as she grasped my cock and kissed up and down it. She twisted her head around to kiss along my thighs, then traced up and down my cock with her tongue until it became almost painfully hard. My breath caught in my throat and I tensed all over as she circled the head of my cock with her tongue. I writhed from the sensations which shot through me as she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock slide between her red, full lips. She gripped my balls with one hand and held the shaft of my cock in her other hand as she bobbed her head up and down, letting the head of my cock slide in and out of her mouth. The sensation of her hot, damp mouth on my cock made the blood pound in my head, and an involuntary groan escaped from my throat as I looked down at her and watched her. She slowly worked further down on my cock as her head bobbed up and down, and she was soon taking more than half of it into her mouth as the head of it gorged her throat with each downward movement. When she was taking all of it that she could her head began moving more rapidly and she began squeezing my cock tighter in her mouth. I flexed my knees and moved my feet up and down her body, feeling her smooth skin with my feet, and my hips began moving in response to her mouth on my cock. Her tongue and lips closed even tighter on my cock as she squeezed my balls with her hand, and my legs spread wide apart as raging sensations poured through me. I looked down at her small, beautiful face taking my cock in, and my control began to slip as I felt the semen within me begin to seep toward my cock. I sat up and put my hands on her shoulders to stop her, and she looked up at me as I touched her, her mouth wet and shining in the dim light.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"I want to fuck you."
She nodded and started to lie on her stomach and put the pillow under her so I could dog fuck her, but I was seized by an overpowering urge to sink my swollen shaft into her and come immediately. I flipped her over and pressed my cock against her pussy, and she reached down with both hands to guide it in. She spread her legs wide apart as she wriggled the head of my cock to spread her pussy and she pushed her pussy up toward me as I pressed my cock into her. Her tight pussy opened and the head of my cock slid in, making both of us gasp with pleasure. I pushed forward to shove it deep into her hot pussy, and she whimpered in my ear as she put her heels on my back and her arms around my neck. I squeezed her buttocks in my hands as I churned my cock deep into her belly. She spread herself wide open to receive my cock and come in her eager pussy. The semen swelled and pressed against my control until I was grinding my teeth together to keep it in, then my control was abruptly shattered when Nancy gave a quick, convulsive wriggle up my cock with her pussy. It was the initial spasm of a climax in her, and we both came at the same time. Our cries mingled as my spurting cock pounded into her hot pussy, and our bodies lurched together in delirious ecstasy. I slammed my cock into her until the last wave of come poured out, and we clenched at each other as we pressed ourselves together, trembling and quivering. We both collapsed, our chests heaving and our breath coming in hoarse gasps.
I dozed off, then roused to semi-consciousness as I felt her pushing at me. I summoned all of my strength to roll off her and let her up. She went into the bathroom, and the cold, wet towel on my cock and balls brought me out of the dark blankness of sleep a few minutes later. I managed to move again to let her get the bedclothes from under me, then she climbed into bed and snuggled up against me as she pulled the covers over us. She clasped my head to her breasts as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, and I again slipped into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
I went by the offices of the business publication to drop off the latest batch of shots I had made and get paid for them, and I got the address of the firm which provided printing services for the publication. After touching base with my contacts by telephone and telling them I would be tied up for a few days, I went by the printer's office to discuss arrangements for the commemorative booklet for the Shriners' convention. The manager of the printing firm was an old wizened man who had been in business in the same location for years. He had gone the complete circuit from handset type to offset plates in the same ramshackle old building on a downtown side street, and the cluttered place reflected the various stages of advancement and improvement in the printing process. He was a fair, honest man who knew his business and wanted a reasonable return on his materials and labor, and he put everything else to one side to help me set up the preliminary arrangements for the job.
He had worked the local school annual business before the nationwide agencies had taken it over and run everyone else out of it; and he had a couple of cases of blue hardback covers. That was a stroke of fortune because he had bought them years before and he only wanted out of them what he had in them, and they would make the booklet much more attractive and professional looking. He rooted around in the dusty, gloomy disorder of a storage room in the back of the shop and came up with an embossing machine, a letter set for it, and a Shriner emblem, and he immediately put a boy to work on embossing the covers for me. I cleared out a space and set up a work table in one of the back offices, then I set up a dummy for the book before I left.
The attendees were just beginning to arrive when I got to the hotel. I got a few shots of them and their wives getting out of taxis, shaking hands, and milling around in the hotel lobby, then they all went to their hotel rooms to freshen up, sleep, fuck, or whatever, and I raced to the nearest rental darkroom to process the film. I planned on using a couple of the shots of the arrival of the more important attendees in the booklet, but there was a broader possibility of just peddling the prints outright if I could process them quickly enough. It was late afternoon by the time I had printed half a dozen four-by-fives of each frame, and I went back to the apartment to tell Nancy's sister, Charlene, that I would be out late. She fixed me a hamburger to hold me over until that night, and I fucked her before I left. Her pussy was so tight that my cock felt as raw as a stick of hamburger meat after I screwed her on the couch. It hurt her as well, but she still wanted me to fuck her as long as I could get a hardon, and she kissed me with a hot, clinging embrace as I left.
I got rid of almost all of the four-by-fives at a dollar each because I had taken care to expose the frames while the wives were facing into the camera so their long noses, sharp chins, and bulging bellies and asses would not be profiled. My pockets were filled with bills by the time I had passed them all out, and I figured that I was already showing an adequate profit for the entire project on the sales of those shots alone. As a result, I simply lapped up all the shit that was thrown at me by the fat-assed, cigar-chewing cocksuckers who snarled at me to show off in front of their wives, and I kept a grin pasted on my face by remembering the fucking I was giving them. I got another bunch of frames during the cocktail hour, then I worked up and down the length of the long tables during dinner as the hogs belched, farted, and stuffed themselves. After the dinner plates were cleared away, I knelt on the floor in front of the head table and got shots of the master of ceremonies and the guest speakers as they brayed about each other with phony fraternalism, then I finished off the film I had with me as they milled around in groups in the dining room and lobby after dinner. I was tired by the time I was through, but I needed to get the film processed and the prints run off in order to keep up with the schedule so I went straight to a rental darkroom as soon as I left the hotel. I paid the clerk a few dollars to keep the place open until I finished all of my work, then I used his telephone to contact the night editors at the city dailies. I had touched base with the city editor at one of them before, and I had laughed in his face and hung up the telephone when he offered me three dollars apiece for shots of the convention. His miserly offer had been based on the assumption that he could assign a photographer to get a few shots of it, but I had noticed that the ushers had kept all of the photographers completely out of the hotel as a result of the agreement I had made with the organizer of the convention, and they hadn't even let newspaper photographers in. As a result, each of the night editors agreed to pay me seventy-five dollars for a selection of shots on the convention, and I delivered them on my way back to the apartment.
Charlene and I fucked when I got back to the apartment and we fucked again the following morning when we woke, so I just had time to pick up a handful of film on the way to the hotel. The convention organizer had set up a schedule for the attendees to pose for mugs, and it worked out as well as could be expected. I was still half asleep and most of the attendees were hung over, but I only had trouble with one of them. He was a large, well-preserved man in his fifties, with the hard, straight lines in his face of a ruthless, highly successful and self-satisfied businessman. He wasn't hung over, but he was in a hurry and he quickly became impatient when I wanted to box the exposure to be sure I had a good one. The convention organizer happened to be standing in the doorway of the anteroom off the dining room I was using as a studio, and he rushed in to soothe the man back down when he began snarling. The initial feeling of well being that I had experienced over the good profit on the operation had worn off, and I was in no mood to fuck with him. But the organizer got between us and coaxed him back into the chair, and I snapped the shutter on his surly face when I wanted to drive my knuckles into it instead, then I checked his name off the list and waved for the next one.
The schedule called for half of the mugs that day and half the next day,, but a lot of the attendees were milling around in the lobby and I managed to get a let more than half of them. During the afternoon I processed the film and printed the frames, then I went by the printer's shop and worked on the dummy. The tentative dummy I had worked up called for shots of the arrival of the attendees, the dinner, the after-dinner speakers, and a few odd group shots for the first few pages, and I got the paste-ups on all of them done. The mugs were to be arranged in strictly alphabetical order in the book, and by jumping the schedule on the mugs I had the prints I needed to complete the fold half of some of the first pages. The old printer dropped what he was doing to help me with the paste-ups on them, then he checked the page numbers in the dummy to be sure I had them right. We went over it again together, then he pulled the paste-ups on the completed pages and sent them in to have the plates taken. It put me so far ahead of the schedule that I would be able to hawk the booklets to the attendees before they left instead of waiting for payment by mail, so I was in a good mood again when I left the printer's office.
The rest of my frustration fell away from me as I held Charlene's slender body in my arms and my come gushed deep into her belly that night. She drained my balls as dry as a pair of peppercorns again the next morning, then hopped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to wash up so she could fix breakfast while I lay gasping on my belly and wondered if I would be able to get out of bed.
I had decided to use shots of the parade for the centerfold of the booklet, and I had been sweating out the weather. The weather turned out to be beautiful, but a bunch of long-haired, freaky-looking cocksuckers were demonstrating and picketing the Shriners for some obscure reason and the police were too afraid of touching off a full-blown confrontation to do anything about them. As a result, every time I tried to get a decent shot I had a lens full of some motherfucker who didn't know what he wanted but wanted it immediately anyhow, and I began to get madder than the Shriners. The only decent cop I have ever met saw my predicament and let me climb on top of his patrol car while he drove it to the next intersection, and I used the telephoto to squash the entire length of the parade into the frame and block out the demonstrators with the narrow angle characteristic of the lens. I got half a dozen good shots with boxed exposures from the top of the patrol car, then I thanked the policeman gratefully as I climbed back down over the hood. He nodded briefly as he slammed the car into reverse to swing it around so he could go back and get some more rocks and insults thrown at him.
I was afraid that the incident would sour the entire convention for the attendees and they would want to go home and forget the whole thing. Attitude makes all the difference in the world on how much people will spend, and I had made plenty of profit on the operation but I still had the booklet hanging out. The rest of the mugs were scheduled right after the parade, and I anxiously awaited the Shriners' return to see what kind of mood they were in as I set up my camera in the small room off the dining room. I was relieved to hear them laughing and joking as they straggled back into the lobby. Apparently the freaks were running a tight schedule on the demonstrations or they had quickly tired because the police had refrained from providing them with cracked heads and jail sentences for publicity purposes, because they had left the parade shortly after I did. I relaxed and began to count my money in my mind again as I began the remainder of the mug shots, because the Shriners had somehow psyched themselves into believing that they had achieved a great victory over the forces of anarchy.
I first thought that the man who hung around the door of the anteroom was a camera buff, and I was ready to tell him to buy an Instamatic and forget photography when he approached me. However, his cautious glances around to see if anyone could hear him and the nature of his questions alerted me to the possibility for a few more dollars. He was interested in the types of pictures I could take, not techniques of photography, and he was hinting around the possibilities of taking low-high-level pictures. However, I needed to get my film developed and printed so I could complete the paste-ups for the booklet, and I didn't have time to wait while he rambled all around his proposition with hints and inferences.
"Just what are you interested in? Do you need me to take some pictures of someone or something?"
"Well, there is this individual who has made serious inroads on part of my business through the most unethical means. I don't think it would be any more unethical to see if I could get some pictures of him in an ... er, jeopardizing situation-"
"Is he here with the convention?"
"Yes, he's-"
"Is he married?"
"He is, and his wife-"
"Then you want pictures of him fucking another woman or something. Is that it?"
He flushed slightly and pressed his lips together primly. "Well, something of that nature, but-"
"I can take pictures, but that's all. I don't know a woman to set him up with, and I couldn't make him fuck her if I did."
"That isn't one of the problems in this particular situation. He had his secretary drive down and meet him. She's staying at the Stardust Motel out on the edge of the city."
The name clicked in my mind. It was the motel where I had stayed the first night in the city, the one owned by the redheaded Janice and her husband. "How do you know she's there?"
"I followed him to see where he was going the first night of the convention, because he left so early. He went to the motel, remained in the room for an hour or so, then they came out and went to dinner."
I thought for a moment as I put my equipment back into my camera bag. It was the kind of operation I stayed clear of normally because it could get the police interested in me and my activities, and I couldn't stand up to the most casual investigation by the police. On the other hand, the attendees of the convention would be leaving, and this particular situation would leave with them. If the timing turned out right it would be a good chance to pick up some extra money with no danger of involvement. "Who is this man?"
"James Wilkinson. He's a tall, heavy set man in his early fifties-"
I nodded to the small, worried-looking man in front of me, cutting him off. I remembered the name well; it was the man who had hard-assed me the day before. I put the last of my equipment in the bag, zipped it, and slipped the strap over my shoulder. "I'll see what I can do. If I can get shots of them going to dinner together and the background of the picture identifies the situation and this city, I want one hundred dollars. If I get shots of them fucking, I want one thousand dollars. I'll give you all the pictures and the negatives and I'll keep quiet about the entire deal and make sure that no one else sees the pictures. I want straight cash, though."
He frowned slightly, glancing around again. "I had no idea that it would cost so much."
"When I involve myself in blackmail or extortion, it costs. Do you want the pictures or not?"
He thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right."
"When will you be leaving town?"
"Tomorrow evening on the six o'clock airplane to Chicago. Most of the people here will be leaving about then, and-"
"If I can get anything, I'll have it to you before you leave. Get the money ready in cash and have it in your room."
"I'll cash a check with the hotel and I'll have it this afternoon."
I stopped by a couple of photo rental shops on the way to the darkroom to see if I could rent a 180 degree auxiliary lens with a pinpoint front glass which would be compatible with my Nikon. The closest thing they had was fisheye lens, one much too large and noticeable for what I had in mind. I made a side trip to a specialty store which sold electronic eavesdropping devices, miniature recorders, wire-tapping devices, and items of a similar nature, and they had what I needed. It was not a 180 degree lens, but it had a swivel capability and a fairly wide angle of view. Also, it was small enough to be unnoticeable .from a few feet away, it was fast enough to use in normal room lighting with high speed film, and it gave a clear, sharp image when I snapped it into the filter threads on the Nikon lens. The shop owner wanted to sell it rather than rent it. I argued with him for a while and he offered to sell it to me for fifty dollars and buy it back for thirty-five as long as I didn't keep it over a week and the lens and box looked new when I brought it back. It was about the best deal I could talk him into, so I took it.
I skipped lunch to process the rest of my film and print the frames, and I bought a couple of rolls of Kodak 2475 to use if I found some way of using the surveillance lens on the man who had hard-assed me. The printer already had the first few pages of the booklet run off and folded, and we worked together on the rest of the pasteups. He agreed to put on a night crew if necessary to complete the printing and binding that night, and I left after we had made a final check on the paste-ups and page numbers.
I got a taxi to drive me out to the motel, and my timing was just right. Janice's husband was leaving as the taxi pulled into the motel parking lot, and I could see Janice inside the office. She had apparently hired a young girl to help with the motel management, because she was instructing her how to fill out registration cards and make out the bills as I entered the office. There was a startled, slightly frightened expression on her face when she first saw me, then she regained her composure and smiled at me as she lifted the section of hinged counter to walk into the front of the lobby.
"Well, hello, Jim. It's been so long since you've been around that I thought you might have left town."
"No, but I've been busy. I'd like to talk to you a few minutes if you have time."
"Sure." She glanced at the girl. "I'll be right outside if you need help with anything, Betty."
I followed her out through the front door, and despite the beating Charlene's tight pussy had been giving my cock I felt a slow, warm stirring in my balls as I watched her hips swaying from side to side in her tight slacks. She turned to the left outside the front door and walked to a small iron bench which was tucked into a shady nook around the corner from the door of the office. She sat down on the bench and looked up at me as I sat down.
"Jim, I haven't changed my mind, if that's why you've come here. My husband and I have never been happier, and our business is doing very well now. I have to admit that I think of you now and then, but it can never be more than that again."
I pursed my lips and looked down at the ground for a moment, then I slowly nodded. "Well, you can't blame me for trying, Janice. I guess it's no secret to you that I've been around, but I've never met a woman like you and I never expect to again."
A slow flush spread across her face and she looked away, a pleased smile playing around her lips. "I'm very sorry it has to be this way, Jim. I wish we could have met before I got married."
"So do I, Janice. A person doesn't get too much chance at happiness, and it's hell to see it slipping away."
She reached over and patted my hand. "You'll find someone else if you'll just forget me and look around, Jim. You're an attractive man and you won't be alone too long. I'm sorry you came out here just to be disappointed, or did you have something else in mind?"
I sighed inwardly with relief; after the way the conversation had started, there had been no way I could bring it up without pissing her off and I'd begun to think that she'd never get around to it. "Oh, there was something that came up, all right. It's not my usual line of work and I was going to turn it down until I heard that it involved your motel and it would be a chance for both of us to pick up a few dollars. I've sort of lost interest in it now, though. Can I use your telephone to call a taxi?"
She snapped at the bait. "Jim, you mustn't let the feeling between us destroy you. You have your business to think of, and you'll meet someone who'll be nice to you if you'll just keep yourself organized and look around. Were you going to take pictures of something here?"
I decided to play it out to the miserable end and make sure she'd cooperate by forcing the initiative on her. I shook my head mournfully as I kept my eyes fixed on the camera bag between my feet. "Ah, fuck it, Janice. I think I'll just go back to my apartment and forget it. It wasn't much of a deal anyway."
"Jim, you're going to have to get a grip on yourself," she said, an edge of irritation creeping into her voice. She sighed, then she picked up my hand from the bench and held it between hers. "Why don't you come inside and let me fix you a cup of coffee? My husband has gone into the city and it will be a couple of hours before he returns. You can drink a cup of coffee while we talk about it, and you'll feel better. I know you will."
I let her lead me back inside, then through a door at the rear of the motel office to her apartment. I sat in a chair at the kitchen table and eyed her neat, smoothly rounded bottom as she moved back and forth, making coffee, and the pleased, self-satisfied expression crossed her face once again when she noticed my gaze. She fixed the coffee and put it on the table, and I let her coax the proposition out of me. I minimized the amount of money involved and casually mentioned that there would be a hundred dollars in it for her if I were successful in getting the pictures, and she jumped at the chance of collecting that much tax-free money. She nodded and gave me the room number as soon as I described the man, because she had seen him a couple of times. Her brow wrinkled momentarily as she mentioned the chance of my being caught in the act of taking the pictures, then the frown was erased by a quick smile when I told her how easy and safe it would be. I needed to get into the ceiling over the unit where the man and woman had made their love nest, then it would be a matter of boring the lens through the plaster. The lens had been manufactured with such a purpose in mind, and it was threaded at the front so it would pull the loose plaster back up through the hole it made. When it was in place, it was virtually invisible to anyone a few feet away from it.
She told me that there was a crawl space in the ceiling of both wings of the motel to provide access to the wiring and gas lines, and I would be able to install the lens wherever I wanted by crawling along the beams in the ceiling. She had never been in the ceiling and couldn't describe it exactly, so I decided I had better take a look at it to be sure I could get set up for the job. We went out of the back door of her apartment and she led me across the parking lot to show me the ceiling access hole in the room which contained the heating plant for the motel. She unlocked the door for me and stood at the bottom of the small ladder nailed to the wall as I climbed up it and shoved the plywood cover to one side. I poked my head through the hole, then climbed back down to take my clothes off. The crawl space was a path of boards paralleling the peak of the ceiling, and there were mounded piles of spun glass insulation on each side of it which I didn't want to get all over my clothes.
She couldn't keep her eyes off my cock when I had my clothes off but I ignored her as I slung the camera bag strap back around my neck and climbed up the ladder again; it was beginning to look as though I might collect full price on the job, and I had my mind on business. The motel room were separated from each other by heavy sets of beams in the ceiling, and I counted them off in my mind as I crawled on my hands and knees along the rough boards. When I got to the right unit I opened the camera bag and carefully removed the surveillance lens from its box and packing, then I put the box back in the camera bag and eased out along a side beam. It was hot in the confined space and sweat was breaking out on my body, making the spun glass insulation stick to me and itch as I sprawled out along the beam and carefully screwed the lens through the plaster. I ignored the discomfort as I leaned over the lens and slowly worked it in until I could see light stream through it when it broke through. I reached back and pulled the Nikon out of the bag, then fastened it onto the lens jutting up from the plaster.
The first hole had been a good one. A spectacularly beautiful blonde was stretched out on a bed under and slightly to one side of my position, and she was stark naked. I felt a quiver pass through me and my cock stirred hesitantly as I looked at her, my eyes moving over her soft, dimpled shoulders, small waist, and full, firm hips. She put the back of her hand over her mouth and yawned, then she rolled over on her back. She was a true blonde, because the clutch of crisp, tightly curled hair between her thighs was only slightly darker than the long tresses on her head. She lay on her back and stretched, and the firm, shapely orbs of her breasts jutted upward and barely trembled as she moved. She parted her legs as she stretched, and I could see the soft flesh of her vulva through the light covering of blond hair. She suddenly swung around on the bed and put her feet on the floor, then she stood up and tossed her hair back with a graceful gesture. Her dimpled, rounded hips moved from side to side as she walked across the room, and I swiveled the camera on the lens mount to keep her in view. My cock stirred again as I watched her bend over in front of the TV, and I looked at her full thighs, shapely legs, and small waist. A gnawing ache spread through me as I looked at her with fascination, and I longed to grasp her tiny waist in my hands as I gored my cock between her soft buttocks, either into her pussy or into her anus. She stood up and picked up a magazine as she walked back across the room to the bed, then she sat down on the edge of the bed and leafed through the magazine as she occasionally glanced back up at the TV. I reluctantly unfastened the Nikon and dropped it back into the camera case; I wanted to look at her longer, but I had other things to do. I left the surveillance lens sticking in the plaster and crawled back along the boards, shoving my camera bag in front of me.
I was soaked with sweat and the clumps of insulation clinging to me were beginning to sting and itch painfully by the time I climbed back down into the small room where Janice was waiting for me. The room was situated in the corner between the two wings of the motel, and the adjoining unit was concealed from the parking lot and the rest of the motel by a large clump of leafy foliage. Janice gathered up my clothes under her arm, took a master key from the pocket of her slacks, then slipped out of the room to see if anyone was on the walk or in the parking lot. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands to keep from scratching while she looked around, then she stuck her head back inside the door and motioned me out. I darted out the door and raced into the adjoining unit, then I trotted to the shower and turned it on while she locked the heating plant room door. The cold water pouring over me was deliciously refreshing and I let it beat against my skin for several minutes before I turned on the hot water and began gingerly lathering myself with soap. Janice came into the bathroom and flashed me a quick smile as she began folding my clothes and stacking them on the seat of the commode. I lathered for a second time as she folded the clothes and stacked them, then I rinsed and snatched a towel off the rack as I walked out of the shower. Her eyes lingered on my cock as she straightened my socks and placed them on my shoes, then she looked into my eyes.
"What time will you come to take the pictures?"
"I'm not sure. I'll go back to the hotel and try to get some idea of what time he'll be leaving there, then I'll try to get here before him so I can be ready."
"My husband will probably be here then, so it's best if he doesn't see us talking or anything. I'll leave you the key to the heating plant room so you can let yourself in to take the pictures, and I'll leave you the key to this unit so you can take another shower when you're through."
I put my foot on the edge of the bathtub as I leaned over to dry my leg off. "OK. I'll come back tomorrow or the next day to split the money with you."
She nodded, smiled, and reached for the towel to dry my back. I turned as she rubbed the towel up and down my back, then she slid the towel around to my belly and slid it slowly back and forth across me as she leaned against my back with her arms around me. I was acutely conscious of the feel of her bare arms against my sides, her breasts soft stabbing my back, and the slow, tantalizing movement of the towel on my stomach. She pressed harder against me and rested her cool hand on my side above my hip as the towel moved lower, and my cock slowly began unfolding and growing firm. She shook the towel to drape it across her hand, then she cupped my balls and cock in the towel and squeezed them. My cock trembled as it reared up to stand out from me, and I put my hand behind myself and placed it on her back to press her against me. She moved the towel slowly over my cock and balls and my cock throbbed and swelled, and I could feel her warm breath against my back. Her hand moved around my side and flattened out on my stomach as the towel kept moving around my cock and balls, and she made a slight sound deep in her throat as I pressed her harder against me with my hand. I slipped my hand down her back to her buttocks, then I cupped her buttocks in my hand and pulled her toward me. Her flesh was suddenly firm and taut in my hand as she pressed her pussy against the back of my thigh, and I could feel the tension in her thighs through her tight slacks. She pressed her lips against my back and moved them from side to side as the towel fell to the floor. Both of her hands slipped down to feel my balls and cock with feather light touches. I put my other hand on her back to press her against me and fondle her warm, soft flesh as her mouth moved from side to side on my bare back, kissing and nibbling at me. One of her hands cupped my balls and squeezed them with a gentle pressure while the other grasped the thick base of my cock and kneaded it, and my cock sprang erect in a full hardon. Her hands fell away as I slowly turned and put my arms around her, and my cock pressed against her soft stomach as her breasts pressed against my chest. I felt the satin smooth skin on her back through her thin blouse as my hands moved up and down her, then I put my hands on her buttocks and held her close to me as my lips searched for hers.
My mouth enfolded hers and her hot lips opened as my tongue touched them. She opened her mouth wide for my tongue, and I traced the edges of her teeth and around inside her mouth with the tip of my tongue. Her tongue softly pushed back at mine, and our tongues entwined as our mouths opened wider. The blood began wildly pounding in my head and my breath came in short, quick gasps as I took my lips from hers and softly kissed her eyes, nose, and chin, then her hands slipped down between us as she groped for my cock and balls again. She grasped my cock in one hand and squeezed my balls with the other again as she tilted her head back and hold her lips up for mine. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her back as our lips met again, and her tongue thrust into my mouth, hot and demanding. Our tongues probed in a soft, damp battle between our lips as our saliva mingled, and her breath was hot against my cheek as our lips sucked. I moved toward the bathroom door, pulling her with me, and she shook her head slightly as she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Jim, I didn't mean to do this. We shouldn't make love again-it's not right for us to."
I sighed as I cupped her face in my hands and looked down at her. "Honey, you have me as hot as a stove and now you say we can't fuck. You want to and I want to, so what do you mean that it's not right?"
She pressed the side of her face against my chest, still holding my cock in her hand. "We're not married, Jim. That's what I mean."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it, Janice. Didn't you enjoy it the last time we fucked?"
She nodded slightly.
"Well, you'll enjoy it again. That's all that makes any difference. Come on into the bedroom and stop quibbling with yourself."
She stood back from me and took my cock in both hands. She moved her hands slowly back and forth along my cock and it abruptly stiffened into an almost painfully hard erection. "Let me do it this way for you, Jim. I didn't mean to get you hot, but I realize it was my fault. I'll make you come with my hand and you'll feel all right again."
"I can do that myself, honey. No, I want to fuck you and you want it too."
She looked up into my eyes for a long moment, then she slowly lowered herself to her knees. She cupped my balls in both hands and squeezed them with a firm pressure as she trailed the tip of her tongue back and forth along my cock, then she pressed her lips up under the base of my cock and kissed it. She held my balls in both hands as she kissed and mouthed them, then she ran her tongue and lips back along my cock again. She stuck her tongue far out and traced around the head of my cock with it, then she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock slide between her red lips. She sucked at it as pulled her head back, and it slipped from between her lips with a hot, tight pressure around it which made the muscles knot in my thighs. She opened her mouth again and took the head of my cock back in, then she pressed my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she moved her head back and forth, slowly taking more and more of it in. Fiery sensations roared through me as I looked down at the beautiful redhead taking my throbbing, swollen cock into her mouth. I leaned over slightly to run my hands over her soft shoulders as she worked back and forth on my cock. She pulled her head back occasionally to let my cock slip from her mouth with a firm pressure of her lips, then she ran the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock before she opened her mouth to take it back in. I bent lower and cupped her breasts in my hands, squeezing and fondling them through the fabric of her bra and light blouse. The delicious sensations her sucking mouth generated in my cock made my knees tremble and shake as I stood over her and looked down at her, and my hands moved faster over her breasts and shoulders as I grasped at her and felt her. She put her hands on my thighs as she opened her mouth wide to take as much of my cock as she could, and it began touching the back of her throat. I put my hands on the sides of her face and felt the smooth skin of her cheeks under my fingers, and she suddenly stopped moving. She opened her mouth wide for me as my hips began pumping, and I fucked her in the mouth with long, slow strokes of my trembling cock. My breath began to get shorter as my chest heaved and my lungs strained for air, and I could feel my control trembling on the edge of release. I suddenly stopped moving as I gripped myself, keeping myself from coming, and I pulled my cock out of her mouth.
She looked up at me, her lips glistening with saliva. "Don't you want to come this way, Jim? You can come in my mouth and then you'll be all right again."
I put my hands under her arms and lifted her, then I kissed her softly on the mouth. "I want to come in your belly, Janice. I want to shove my cock in your pussy as far as it will go, then I want to fill you with come."
She suddenly came alive, and her fingers laced through my hair as her lips sucked at mine demandingly. "That's what I want too, honey. I want you to put it in me as far as it will go, then I want to feel flooded with your come," she whispered tautly, her lips against mine. She suddenly opened her mouth and sucked my lips into hers, then her teeth nibbled at my lips as her tongue touched them. Our bodies strained together as we kissed and ran our hands over each other, then I pulled my mouth away from hers and picked her up.
I carried her through the door into the bedroom, and she kicked her slippers off as I put her down on the bed. I leaned over her and our lips met again, and her fingernails dug into my back as her head moved slightly from side to side, her lips pressing against mine with a torrid pressure. My hands fumbled at the buttons on her thin blouse, and her nimble fingers moved down the buttons, quickly unfastening them. She pulled her blouse open and tugged the bottom of it out of her slacks, then she rolled on one side and shrugged out of it. She arched her back and raised herself off the bed slightly as I slipped my hands under her to unfasten her bra, then it came loose and she pulled her arms out of it. I looked down at the firm, shapely breasts for a moment, squeezing them in my hands and feeling the firmness of her flesh, then I lowered my mouth toward them. I tickled her nipples with the tip of my tongue and they slowly became hard and firm as they stood out from her breasts. I put my hand over one of her breasts and squeezed it as I ran the tip of my tongue around the nipple on her other breast, and she moaned softly as she put her hand on the back of my head and pressed downward. I opened my mouth and let her breast slide into it, then I sucked and pulled at her breast with my lips. My lips moved slowly across the downy valley between her breasts to the other one, then both of her hands were on the back of my head to press it down as she surged up against me. I worked back and forth between her breasts until she was breathing deeply and writhing on the bed as she moaned constantly, then my mouth moved lower on her body.
She seemed to suddenly realize that she still had her slacks on as my mouth moved around her navel, and she quickly unzipped them and began pushing them downward. I put my fingers in the waistband of her slacks and pushed them down her legs, then pulled them off her feet and tossed them to one side. I put my hand down in the wispy panties to feel her pussy as I sat down beside her on the bed again, and she spread her legs as my fingers touched her soft vulva. I combed my fingers through the nest of crisp hair and let them move down over her vulva for a moment, then I cupped her pussy in my hand as I lowered my mouth to her belly again. I moved from side to side on her satin smooth skin, teasing her with the tip of my tongue and nibbling pinches of her skin between my teeth. She spread her legs wider and flexed her knees as my mouth moved tantalizingly over her, and her pussy pressed against my hand as her hips thrust up off the bed. My lips moved on down to the triangle of hair between her thighs, and she sighed softly as I pushed the panties down her legs and off her feet. She moved further over on the bed as I stretched out beside her with my head toward her feet, and her hands pulled at my cock and balls as my lips moved over her vulva. I spread her vulva apart with my fingers, and the warm taste of her body filled my mouth as I pushed my tongue into the crack of her vulva. My tongue passed over her clitoris, and the muscles in her thighs tightened as she gave a small cry. I cupped her buttocks in my hands and pulled her toward me, then I pressed my head between her thighs and felt for her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Her fingers dug into my thighs as she pulled herself toward me, and she cupped my balls in one hand as she grasped at my cock with the other. As I found her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, I could feel her hot mouth closing on my cock.
I held her firm, warm thighs in my hands as my tongue moved back and forth across her clitoris, and I could feel her body responding with taut, intense jerks as the sensations roused by my tongue raced through her. She traced the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, then she let it slide into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. She drew her head back with a sucking pressure, and the skin on my cock tingled from the touch of her hot mouth as my muscles knotted and strained against each other. Her hands kneaded my balls as her head began moving rapidly back and forth, and I could feel the hot breath from her nostrils on my belly as she fucked herself in the mouth with my cock. I moved my hands up and down her back, feeling her smooth skin and firm flesh, then I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her close to me as I pressed her head deeper between her thighs. I stiffened my tongue and forced the tip of it into her pussy, and she lunged against me as I worked it around inside her. I moved my tongue back and forth between the mouth of her pussy and her clitoris, and shudders began passing through her body as her mouth moved more rapidly back and forth on my cock. I concentrated on her clitoris and began moving the tip of my tongue back and forth over it with a gradually accelerating pace, and muffled whimpers came from her as she mouthed my cock. Her hot mouth on my cock apd her grasping hands pulling at my balls tore at my control, making the hard knot of semen surge and swell within me, and I concentrated on increasing her pleasure to keep the come from breaking loose within me. I slipped my finger between her firm buttocks and felt for her anus as my tongue moved across her clit. I found the tiny opening between the curved mounds. I pressed my finger into it and began fucking her in the ass with my finger in rhythm to my tongue moving over her clitoris, and her muscles began moving in rapid spasms. Her fingernails dug into my thighs convulsively, and she had difficulty keeping my cock in her mouth as the more intense sensations rolled over her.
When the initial quivers of a climax began to wrack her muscles, I pulled my head from between her thighs. She took her mouth off my cock and raised her head as she looked at me, frowning in disappointment. Then her face was hidden again as I slid my arm under her body and raised her so I could slip under her. I lay on my back and eased her down on top of my body with her pussy against my mouth and her thighs on each side of my head, then I pushed my tongue through the crack in her vulva. She quickly arched her back and pressed her pussy down against my face, then she grasped my cock with both hands as she took it into her mouth again. I parted her buttocks with my hands and pushed my finger into her anus again, then I eased my finger in and out of her tight asshole as I found her clitoris again with my tongue. She arched her back deeper and pressed her pussy down against my face harder, and her hips began pumping as her climax began building up again. I could feel the mounting sensations through the tension in her muscles, and I increased the tempo of my movements as her approaching orgasm came closer. Her mouth on my cock was no longer a danger to my control, and I floated in timeless, endless pleasure and savored the feel of her taut lips around my cock as I brought her to a climax. Every muscle in her body suddenly became tense, and she raised her head from my cock and dropped it on my thigh. She fastened her teeth into the tender skin on the inside of my thigh to muffle the cries which were being wrenched from her. I ignored the twinge of pain as I began licking her clitoris and fucking her ass with my finger as rapidly as I could, and her hips lunged down against me with a rolling wave of motion which began at her shoulders and traveled all the way down to her feet. She gave a low, wailing cry as her orgasm burst over her, and I kept titillating her with my tongue and finger as the sensations wracked her body. She collapsed on me limply, and I rested my hands on her smooth buttocks as I licked her pussy with long strokes of my tongue.
She sighed weakly as I rolled her over and slipped out from under her, and she reached her hands out toward me as I turned around on the bed to face her. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth toward hers, and our lips met in a passionate embrace. Our tongues moved over each other as our lips sucked and tugged, then she pulled back and looked at me with gleaming eyes, a slight smile on her face as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"I always wondered what I tasted like," she said, smacking her mouth. "You taste better than I do."
I laughed. "That's a matter of opinion. I think you taste pretty good."
She giggled as her hands moved down to grasp my cock and feel its hardness. "I didn't do anything for you, did I?"
"I didn't want to come yet. I just wanted you to."
"Do you want to come now?"
"I guess so."
"Do you want to come in my mouth or in my pussy?"
"In your pussy."
"Good," she whispered. "That's what I want too." She wrapped her fingers around my cock again and squeezed it as she smiled at me and kissed me lightly on my lips.
I pulled her toward me and we faced each other as we lay on her sides, our lips together. I forced my tongue between her lips and teeth, then I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and touched the back of her throat with the tip of it. She relaxed her mouth and let me fuck her with my tongue as my head moved back and forth, and her eyes looked into mine as our breath and saliva mingled. I put my hands behind her buttocks and pulled her toward me, and she folded her legs with her thighs pressed' against her stomach as I slipped my body between her legs. Her hands moved down to my cock and grasped it again as I guided it toward her pussy, and our four hands were on its swollen shaft as the head of it touched her soft vulva. I spread her vulva apart with my fingers and the tip of my cock touched the mouth of her pussy, then we both lurched toward each other to slip the head of it into her. Her teeth closed softly on my tongue and a muffled sound came from deep in her chest as my cock penetrated her pussy, and she pulled her legs even tighter against her body as I pumped my hips slightly to force more of it into her. Her pussy was warm and tight around my cock as it slowly sunk into her body, and when I had half of it in I began fucking her and driving more of it into her with each stroke. When it was gliding smooth in and out of her, I pushed her lips apart with my tongue again and began fucking her in the mouth with it. She curved her lips into a tight oval for my tongue, and her head began moving toward mine to receive my tongue as her hips pulsated to drive her pussy onto my cock. I moved my hands over her breasts, hips, and thighs, feeling her soft skin and warm flesh, and I savored the feeling of my cock and tongue smoothly gliding in and out of her body.
The sensation of my cock probing deep into her pussy suddenly made her come alive again, and she pushed one of her legs under me as her other leg curled over me. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her heels against my thrusting hips as her fingers pulled at my hair. I pulled my mouth away from hers and rolled her over on the bed, then I began fucking her with long, hard strokes of my cock. I withdrew it until only the head of it remained in her tight, hot pussy, then I drove it back in until it was completely buried in her and my balls touched her upturned ass. She moaned and writhed under me as I grasped her buttocks in my hands and fucked her, then her fingers began combing through my hair as I bent my head and my lips searched for her breasts. I ran the tip of my tongue around her nipples until they were damp and slick, then I let them slide in and out between my lips as I moved my head up and down on them. She groaned and pulled at my hair as her hips bounced up off the bed, then her legs flew wide apart as I took one of her breasts in my mouth and began sucking it as hard as I could. I sucked and massaged her breasts as her head tossed wildly from side to side and low wailing sounds came from her throat, and she propped her heels on the bed and held her pussy wide open for my thrusting cock as it drove into her. I sensed that another climax was rapidly building up within her, and I slipped my hand under her to feel for the tiny opening between her buttocks again. I found it and eased my finger into it, then I fucked her pussy with my cock and her asshole with my finger as I sucked her breasts. Her movements became wilder and more uncoordinated, then she suddenly lay still under me. I drove my finger and cock into her with undiminished force as she lay motionless for a moment, then she began trembling and quivering all over. The urgent, shaking movements turned into waving ripples of motion which spread from one end of her body to the other, then she gave a small shriek as another orgasm erupted in her. Her stomach rolled in quick spasms as her hips thrust up against me and her fingers clawed at my neck and head, then she collapsed under me again. I fucked her for a moment longer to force her completely through the climax, then I rested on top of her as she gasped for breath and weakly patted my head and shoulders with trembling movements of her hands.
"Christ, that was good," she sighed in a low, shaking voice. "I thought it would never come, then when it came I thought it would never pass. Did you come?"
"No, not yet."
She raised her head and looked at me, then she dropped her head back on the pillow as she shook her head and sighed again. "I don't see how you can hold on, Jim. You just don't come unless you want to, do you?"
"Sometimes. Not always."
"Go ahead and come now, honey. My husband will be home before long, and he'll be looking for me."
"OK," I said as I began to fuck her again.
"Jim?"
"Umph?"
"Is there some way you could do it without taking a chance on getting me pregnant? That's why I wanted you to come in my mouth when we were in the bathroom. I didn't take my pill today, but I forgot all about it when I started to get hot. Now I'm worried about it again." She pulled her face back from mine and cupped my face in her hands as she looked at me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, honey, honestly I am. You can go ahead and do it if you really want to, and I'll take a chance on it."
"No point in doing that," I said, pulling my cock out of her. I pushed myself up from her and knelt between her legs as I looked down at her. "Roll over, honey."
She looked up at me, puzzled, then her expression cleared. "You mean you'll do it in my...."
"That's what I mean."
"But won't it hurt me?"
"Not if I'm gentle, and I will be."
She looked at me doubtfully for a moment longer, then she shrugged slightly as she rolled over on her stomach with her legs spread apart. I moved my hands up and down her thighs and buttocks, feeling her as I looked down at her beautiful body, then I hovered over her and guided my cock between her soft, smooth buttocks.
"Are you sure it won't hurt, Jim?" she asked, her face in the pillow and her voice muffled.
I leaned forward and kissed her on the back of her neck, then I let my lips move from side to side on her shoulders. She shuddered with the sensation of my lips on her, and she pushed her buttocks back against the head of my throbbing cock. "It'll feel good for you, honey."
I raised myself on my knees again and parted her soft buttocks with my hands as I pressed my cock against her tight anus. She tensed, and I waited until her fright passed. Her muscles relaxed again, and I pushed slightly with my hips and the tip of my cock spread her small asshole open slightly. She tensed again, then relaxed again more quickly, and I pushed my cock forward. The head of it penetrated her, and her body moved in response to the feeling of my cock entering her as waves of pleasure began to flow through me. I poised myself over her and pulsated my hips slightly to force more of it into her, and she spread her legs further apart as she relaxed completely. The first couple of inches of my cock slipped into her, then I lay down on top of her and slid my hands under her to feel her breasts as I began fucking her. I moved my hips slowly and cautiously at first to overcome her fear of pain, then her fear disappeared and she began to respond to my cock gorging her tiny hole. She arched her back and thrust her hips back against me as my cock eased further into her, and she moaned softly as I squeezed her breasts and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across her smooth back and shoulders. When I had my cock almost halfway into her, I began withdrawing it slightly and pushing it back into her, and tension began rapidly building up in her" from the novel sensation. She twisted her head to one side and searched for my lips with hers, and we kissed as my hands held her waist and my cock glided in and out between her firm buttocks. The multitude of sensations I had fait during our fucking finally began to take their toll, and my control began rapidly crumbling as my cock drove into her tight channel. I grimly held the come down as I felt her tension rapidly escalating, trying to hold my climax until she could again reach a peak of ecstasy, but the feel of her passionate body under mine and her tight asshole around my cock quickly shredded my control. The semen swelled and boiled within me, aching to escape, and I gritted my teeth together in a last effort to hold it down. It ballooned even larger and began seeping through, and I relaxed my control as I let the orgasm race through me. The hot come streamed up from the depths of my body and raced out through my cock, and Janice gave a wild cry as she felt it spurting into her. The feel of it pouring out into her triggered another climax in her, and my cock slid all the way into her on the lubrication of my come as our bodies slammed together. My muscles strained against each other and tied themselves into knots as fiery ecstasy roared through me, then we both collapsed.
We lay silent for a few minutes, our chests heaving as we gasped for breath, and she closed her legs together under mine to squeeze my cock between her buttocks. She put her hands back and combed her fingers through my hair, then she turned her face to one side on the pillow again and smiled weakly as she sighed.
"That was good, Jim. I'm glad you did it that way."
I cleared my throat and nodded, my face in her hair. "It felt good for me, too. I felt as though my whole body was coming out through my cock."
She put her hand down and patted my hip. "Let's get up and wash, honey."
I pulled my cock out of her as I rolled over on the bed, then we stumbled into the bathroom with our arms around each other. We stood in the shower together and turned from side to side under the stream of hot water, then we lathered and rinsed each other. My strength had returned by the time we got out of the shower, and I tickled her pussy with my fingers as I dried her off with the towel. Her face broke into a wide smile, then she suddenly dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth as she squeezed my balls in her hands. We played for a few minutes longer as we dried each other off, then we dressed.
Janice put her arms around me as we stood in front of the door. She looked up into my eyes for a moment, then she stood on tiptoe and kissed me with a soft pressure of her lips. "I have to go. My husband will be back any time."
"Call me a taxi when you get back to the office."
She nodded, we kissed again, then she quietly slipped through the door. I waited for a few minutes, then I let myself out, locked the door behind me, and waited in the shadow of the foliage outside the door until I saw the taxi pull into the parking lot of the motel. I walked across the parking lot and got into it, and Janice gave me a small wave through the plate glass window of the office as the taxi went by.
At first I thought I had got back to the hotel too late, because I searched through the dining room, lobby, and party room without finding the man I was looking for. I had almost given up when I finally found him in the hotel bar. He was sitting with another half-dozen Shriners at a small table in a corner of the dark room. I pushed through the crowd and sat down on a stool at the bar where I could hear what they were saying and where I could watch them through the mirror behind the bar. The bartender wiped the bar in front of me and slid a clean ashtray over to me, and I ordered a beer. The man I was after got up from the table just as the bartender arrived with the beer, and I quickly fished in my pocket for a bill as I started to get to my feet. One of the other men at the table grabbed the man's arm and argued drunkenly with him, trying to persuade him to stay longer, and the man finally agreed to have one more drink.
I scooted the beer glass around on the bar and drew patterns on the polished wood with the moisture on the bottom of it as the men at the table ordered another round of drinks and paid for them. They dawdled over their drinks as they laughed and talked, and the bartender began glancing meaningfully at the full glass sitting in front of me. I began raising it to my lips and sipping it occasionally, steeling myself against the sour taste of the shit as I did so, and I watched the man impatiently through the mirror. The man I was after finally drained his glass, shook his head firmly at the suggestion of another drink, and started toward the door of the men's room. I got down from the stool and headed toward the door.
The taxi dropped me off a few yards away from the glaring light of the neon sign over the motel, and I slipped through the shadows around the parking lot to the heating plant room. I unlocked the door and quietly let myself through it, then I locked it again and undressed in the dark. There was much less noise in and around the motel than there had been during the afternoon, so I moved cautiously as I climbed the ladder and crawled along the walkway of rough boards. I felt for the unit partitions and counted them in my mind as I passed them, then I felt around for the surveillance lens when I got to the right unit. I finally found it and fastened the Nikon back onto it. The blonde was dressed in an expensive, smartly tailored skirt and coat, and she was primping her hair in front of the mirror. She occasionally glanced at a clock on the wall and bit her lower lip between her teeth in irritation; apparently her boyfriend was late. She finally turned the TV back on and sat on the foot of the bed to watch it, and her fingers drummed impatiently on the bedspread as she frequently changed her position and crossed and uncrossed her legs.
I lay along the beam and gritted my teeth as the sweat trickled down my sides and the spun glass insulation chaffed my skin. I was fairly sure of having the five hundred dollars for a picture showing them together in the motel room, and the only possibilities which stood between me and the thousand dollars was the likelihood that he might not want to fuck or that he would turn off the lights when he did. It seemed as though I lay with the insulation material making my skin burn and itch for hours before he arrived, but it was actually only a few minutes. The girl heard the car stop in front of the door and went to peek out into the darkness through the blinds, then the door opened and the man came in. I snapped three quick shots which clearly showed their features, and the cash register in my mind rang up five hundred dollars as I watched them to see what they would do next. The man was apologetic for being late, and the girl's previous irritation had completely faded. She shrugged slightly as she smiled up at him in understanding, and I guessed that the cash register in the girl's mind was ringing up a hell of a lot more than five hundred dollars as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held her lips up for him to kiss her.
They stood by the door and talked for a moment, apparently deciding what to do. The girl didn't care; she smiled up at him and shrugged her shoulders again, then she motioned toward the bed and toward the door with her chin as she talked rapidly. I could hear a soft murmur of their conversation through the plaster ceiling, and the man's voice had an interrogative note as he held her in his arms and talked to her. Their lips met in a long, clinging embrace again, and his hands moved up and down her softly rounded body as they surged together. He pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her face, then his lips moved down her chin to her soft throat as she closed her eyes and tucked her face in the hollow of his shoulder. He pressed his lips into the smooth skin of her neck for a moment, then he held her tightly against him as he buried his face in the golden tresses of her blond hair. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them slightly, then his hands moved up and down her back as he felt her firm flesh under his fingers. She turned slightly sidewards for him as he slipped his hand between them to cup one of her jutting breasts, and their lips met again as his hand kneaded the firm, curved orb of her breast. They finally decided what to do first, and they moved slowly toward the bed with their arms around each other.
He made no move toward the light switch, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I swiveled the surveillance lens around to keep them in the camera frame as they walked to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her to him as his mouth searched for hers again, and I could hear her lips open wide for his tongue as she raised her face toward his. He cupped her breast in his hand and gently fondled it as their lips met, and their heads moved slightly from side to side as their lips pulled and tugged at each other. His lips moved down her chin to her throat again, and she relaxed and let her head fall loosely back as he kissed and nibbled at the soft, downy skin on her neck. The hand on her breast moved to the top button on her blouse, and he opened it to let his lips move downward to the soft hollow at the base of her throat. His hand moved on down toward the other buttons on her blouse, and she shrugged out of her short coat and tossed it onto a chair as her blouse opened. He pulled her blouse open and tugged the bottom of it out of the waistband of her skirt, then his hand pressed down on one of the cups on her bra as his lips moved down the soft skin on her stomach. He straightened back up and slowly pulled her blouse off her shoulders, and there was a touch of color on her cheeks and her eyes gleamed brightly as she slipped her arms out of it. His lips moved back and forth along her soft, bare shoulders as he fumbled with the fastener at the back of her bra. Then her bra fell away and her firm, jutting breasts were exposed. They stood straight out from her with upturned nipples, and his arm curled around her bare back as he let his eyes feast on their softly curved beauty. He touched them hesitantly, moving the tips of his fingers back and forth across them, and they trembled under his touch. His lips moved back and forth across her shoulders again, then she leaned forward slightly as his lips moved across her back. He gently cupped one of her breasts in his hand as she leaned further forward, then her head pressed into his lap as his lips moved on down her back. His other hand slid under her and cupped her other breast, then his lips and tongue moved from side to side on her back. He bent his head lower and touched his tongue to her spine just above the waistband of her skirt then he slowly dragged his tongue up to the back of her neck. She writhed on his lap and I could see the muscles in her body quivering from the sensation of his tongue moving over her. He pulled her back up to cover her mouth with his, and my cock was suddenly somewhat less limp as my eyes moved over her soft shoulders, her full, jutting breasts, her flat stomach, and her slender arms. Her skin had the pale, delicate texture of the true blonde, and it was touched with the slightest hint of pink from his embraces. Her large, gracefully curved breasts almost gleamed as they jutted out with her satin smooth skin tightly stretched over their full curves, and her generous nipples were reddish brown buds on the front of them. He cupped her beautiful face between his hands as he softly kissed her full, red lips again, then his arms grasped her tightly to him as their mouths opened wide in a hot, passionate kiss.
They kept their mouths together for long moments, their tongues battling wetly as her hands moved in his hair and his hands felt and fondled her bare shoulders and breasts, and their breath came in quick gasps as they pulled apart again. Her face was flushed and her eyes were half closed as she rested against him, and his head moved down her as his lips pulled at her soft skin. He paused at her breasts and ran the tip of his tongue around her nipples, and her fingers laced through his hair as she dropped her head back against him and closed her eyes with pleasure. Her face twitched slightly with the sensations passing through her as the tip of his tongue teased her nipples, then he opened his mouth and let one of her breasts slide between his lips. His hand covered her other breast, squeezing and fondling it, and his head moved slowly from side to side as he sucked at her breast.
He moved from one of them to the other, and I could see her nipples standing out from her breasts as he titillated her. He lifted her and laid her out on the bed, his lips moving over her shoulders and arms, then his mouth returned to her breasts as he bent over her. The edges of her pearly teeth showed between her red lips as she lay with her head on the pillow, her eyes closed and her hands resting passively on his head. He moved back and forth between her jutting, curved breasts again, then her fingers began clenching in his hair as his lips moved down to her navel. His head moved across her body as he kissed and nibbled her skin on her flat stomach, then he stiffened his tongue and forced it gently into her tiny navel. Her muscles tensed and a fleeting shadow of sensation passed across her face as she clenched her fingers tighter in his hair, forcing his head down toward her navel. He inserted the tip of his tongue in her navel and worked it around, and her mouth opened as her tongue moved slowly across her lips, leaving them wet and shining with saliva. His hand moved down her leg and slid under her short skirt, and I could see the tight fabric of her skirt moving as his hand moved up her thigh. She spread her legs apart slightly and shook her feet to kick her high heeled shoes off as his hand moved on her leg, and her tongue moved across her lips again and her mouth twitched slightly as his fingers tickled her pussy. He moved his head around on her flat stomach again, kissing and nibbling at her skin, then he pressed the tip of his tongue back into her navel as he pulled her skirt up and cupped her pussy in his hand. She spread her legs wider apart as his fingers moved back and forth between her legs, massaging her pussy through her panties and panty hose. He fucked her navel with the tip of his tongue for several minutes while her fingers combed through his hair and his hand moved back and forth on her pussy, then he raised his head and fumbled with the catch on the waistband of her skirt.
She opened her eyes and her hands moved to her skirt to help him unfasten it. He opened the short zipper at the side of her skirt and pulled it down, then he tossed it onto a chair and began taking off her pantyhose. She put her heels against the bed and lifted her hips slightly as he pulled them down, then she smiled at him and raised her legs off the bed as he peeled them off her legs. He dropped the pantyhose on top of the skirt then turned and looked at her as his hand moved up and down her body.
The discomfort of the hot, confined space and irritating touch of the insulation on my bare skin was forgotten as I also looked at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her trembling breasts jutted up from her chest in smooth curves, and her slender chest curved smoothly down to her tiny waist. Her hips flared out from her waist in a full, graceful curve, and her hips were just large enough to be completely proportional with the rest of her warm, soft body. Her thighs were firm and rounded, and they tapered in a delicate curve down to her dimpled knees and well-rounded calves. She put her hands behind her head and smiled up at him as he looked down at her, and I could see the dark red color of raging passion mottling his face as he bent down toward her once more.
His hand slid down into her flimsy panties and cupped her pussy as his mouth moved over her. He kissed and licked her shoulders, then his lips moved down to her breasts. She closed her eyes again and a flush began to rise to her cheeks as he mouthed her breasts. He quickly flicked the tip of his tongue around her nipples, then he opened his mouth wide and began sucking her breast with long, hard motions of his head as his other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast. He moved on down her chest and stomach, his head traveling from side to side as his tongue traced over her skin, then he paused once again at her navel. He fucked her navel softly with the tip of his tongue for a moment, his hand slowly massaging her pussy inside her panties, then he pushed her panties downward as his lips touched the nest of curly blond hair between her thighs. She raised her hips off the bed again and parted her legs as he pushed the panties down her thighs. Then she raised her smooth, curved legs in the air for him as he pulled the panties off her feet and tossed them to one side. She dropped her legs back to the bed with her knees flexed and far apart as his head moved between her thighs, and her chest began heaving as her head tossed from side to side. His lips moved along the inside of one of her thighs to her knee, then he leaned further over the bed to her other knee and nibbled his way back up her other thigh to her pussy. He stuck his tongue far out and dragged it up and down her pussy, spreading her vulva apart, and her hips raised off the bed in response to the sensation of his tongue on her. His tongue moved back and forth along her white thighs as her head tossed more wildly from side to side and her features became more flushed with passion. Then he stood up and began taking his clothes off.
She lay on her side with her head pillowed on her forearm, watching him undress. His fingers moved rapidly over the buttons, jerking at them impatiently, and he tossed each garment into a pile at his feet. He quickly unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers, then he slipped his feet out of them and dropped them. His cock stood out in a hard, trembling erection which made his shorts bulge out as his trousers moved down, and her eyes were fixed on his cock. He stripped his shorts down and stepped out of them, and his cock bounced tautly as he moved back toward the bed. She spread her legs apart and flexed her knees again, holding her pussy up for him as he moved to the foot of the bed. He lay down on the bed and slid forward until her legs were resting against his shoulders, then he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around her pussy as he lowered his head. He took her entire pussy into his mouth and sucked it as his head moved up and down, and her fingernails bit into the bedspread as quivers ran through her body. He put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her as he continued to suck fiercely on her pussy, and she splayed her legs wide apart as her hips moved upward. His mouth moved away from her pussy and he turned his head to one side as his lips moved quickly back and forth along the inside of her thigh, then he turned his head the other way as he kissed and nibbled at her other thigh. He moved back down to her pussy and stuck his tongue far out, then he flicked it back and forth along her soft vulva. He parted her vulva with the tip of his tongue, and her body lunged suddenly upward in a convulsive movement as his tongue touched her clitoris. She clenched her fingers into the bedspread and her hips began lurching rapidly as his tongue flicked back and forth across her clitoris, and her features twisted as she opened her mouth and began moaning.
He teased her with his tongue for several minutes, and her movements quickly became more intense and uncoordinated. It seemed as though the initial spasms of a climax were beginning to roll through her body when he suddenly lifted his head from her pussy and knelt between her legs, looking down at her. Her chest heaved in gasps and there was a dull gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him. His voice rumbled through the plaster as he talked to her, telling her what to do. She nodded and smiled at him as she raised herself on one elbow, then she rolled over on the bed.
She got on her hands and knees on the bed, then she stretched her arms out and rested her head on her forearms. She was in position to dog fuck, but he made no movement to insert his cock into her pussy. He got on his hands and knees behind her, then he dipped his head down to run his tongue along her vulva. She quivered as she moved her knees further apart to open her pussy for him, and he ran his hands up and down her thighs as he licked at her pussy. She arched her back more deeply until her beautiful body was stretched in a graceful curve from her smooth, taut hips high in the air to her soft shoulders which rested on the bed. He shoved his head further between her thighs and lapped at her pussy with long strokes of his tongue as his hands began to roam over her body. He slid his hands along her, feeling and fondling her skin, then he reached far between her legs to cup her firm breasts. His head bobbed in quick movements as he stroked her pussy with his tongue, and her eyes closed again as her mouth opened slightly.
He stiffened his tongue and drove it into her pussy, and she began lurching back against him as his tongue slid in and out of her. He slowly raised his head with his tongue sticking far out, and he dragged the tip of his tongue up between her buttocks. Her tongue suddenly appeared between her lips and I could hear her moan through the plaster ceiling as his tongue flicked around her anus. Then he stiffened his tongue and began driving it into her tight asshole. She moaned and writhed on the bed as his tongue probed into her, and his head began moving back and forth as he fucked her in the ass with his tongue. Her fingers began tearing convulsively as the bedspread again and her body trembled in spasms as the sensations rolled through her. He worked on her asshole with his tongue for several moments, then he began flicking his tongue up and down between her pussy and asshole. She jerked as though his tongue were a firebrand the first time he did it, then she moved her knees even further apart to spread herself wide for him as his tongue continued to move up and down. Her body began to quiver in a constant, unceasing motion as he thrust his head down between her thighs again and searched for her clitoris with his tongue. He found it; spasms wracked her body as his tongue flicked back and forth across it. Her movements became more urgent and tense as he increased the tempo of his flicking tongue, then she suddenly burst into an orgasm. She lurched back against him and he grasped her hips to hold her still as he drove his tongue against her clitoris in quick licks. Her body thrashed on the bed as her climax drained her, then her knees collapsed and she slid down on the bed. He kept his head between her thighs and followed her body as she relaxed on her stomach, and his head continued to move back and forth as he licked her pussy. She finally lay motionless on the bedspread, and he crawled up the bed to lie down beside her.
Her chest heaved as she strained for air for a moment, then her breathing climbed and she turned toward him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They whispered to each other and kissed softly for a while, then her hands moved down to cup his balls and stroke his cock. She smiled at him as she sat up on the bed and looked down at his cock, then she knelt on the bed by his side and looked down at his cock as her hand moved slowly up and down it. She leaned over to kiss the head of it, and her pink tongue thrust out of her mouth as she stiffened the tip of her tongue and pushed it softly into the tiny slit at the end of his cock. She cupped it between her hands as she rained kisses around on the head of his cock, then she bent lower and her hair fell forward over his thighs as she moved her lips up and down the length of his swollen cock. She raised her head and tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a quick movement of her head, then she smiled at him again as she opened her mouth teasingly. She held her mouth wide open as she ran her tongue around her lips, her eyes bright and shining, and he reached forward with one hand to press against her back and urge her downward again. She shrugged away from the touch of his hand and moved away from him, then she suddenly darted forward and buried her face between his thighs as she licked and kissed at his balls. His face darkened with suffused blood as he looked down at the beautiful woman mouthing his balls, and he reached down once again to press her head toward his cock. She sprang back up on her knees again and laughed wildly as she slid from under his hand, then she straddled his legs as she put both hands on his cock and began pumping them rapidly up and down. He lay on his elbow and watched her as she stroked her hands up and down his cock, then he relaxed and lay back on the pillow to savor the sensation of her massaging his cock. She looked down at his cock as she lovingly stroked it for several moments, and his hips began to respond to her caresses. She moved one hand from his cock to his balls, and she took them in her palm and squeezed them gently. His legs spread further apart as she pressed his balls in her hand and continued stroking his cock with the other, then she leaned forward and began kissing his cock and balls once more. His hips lurched off the bed as her lips touched his cock, and his body trembled as her lips moved up and down his cock. She stuck her tongue out and traced the tip of it slowly around the head of his cock, then she quickly moved her head to one side to escape his grasp as he reached for her. He sat up on the bed and reached for her head with both hands, and she suddenly jumped off the bed and darted across the room.
He jumped from the bed and followed her as she raced toward the bathroom, and he caught her wrist and pulled her back out of the doorway before she could get inside. She struggled with him, laughing and pulling away from him, and her feet came off the floor as he picked her up and started walking back toward the bed with her. Her limbs thrashed wildly as she struggled to escape from him, but he gripped his arms around her firm, curved body and relentlessly dragged her back to the bed. It was a game with them. She struggled with him, but her movements were cautiously violent and she was careful not to strike him in the face, while he gripped her firmly but tenderly.
He got her back to the bed and pressed down on her shoulders to make her sit on the edge of it. She looked up at him, begging and pleading with him, but he continued to force her downward until she sat on the edge of the bed with the head of his cock inches from her mouth. She pressed her lips firmly together and turned her face to one-side as his trembling cock touched her lips, then he cupped her face between his hands and softly talked to her. She looked up into his eyes for a moment, then her hands slowly moved up to cup his balls and fondle his cock as he persuaded her to kiss it. She moved her lips back and forth along its swollen length for a moment, then his hands cupped her face more firmly as he urged her to open her mouth. She glanced up at him again, the she relaxed her mouth and let him part her full, red lips. The head of his cock touched her lips as she sat passively on the edge of the bed with her face between his hands, then he pushed her lips further apart as the tip of his cock penetrated between them. She obediently sat still on the edge of the bed as he opened her mouth even wider. The head of his cock slipped into her face. He moved his hips back and forth cautiously, slipping more of his cock into her mouth, then put his hands firmly on the sides of her face as he began pumping his hips and fucking her in the mouth.
She put her hands against his thighs and quietly sat without moving on the edge of the bed as more and more of his cock disappeared between her full lips. She tilted her head slightly backward to let the head of his cock slip into her throat as more of it went in. His hips began moving faster as the sensation of her hot mouth absorbing his cock began to wrack him, and the muscles in his legs and back moved convulsively as he fucked her beautiful mouth. She sat in front of him and took his cock in her mouth without moving until the first twinge of an approaching orgasm began to shake him. Then she suddenly jerked out of his grasp and rolled over on the other side of the bed with a lithe movement of bare legs and arms. He looked down at her in surprise, then he moved forward onto the bed as she smiled up at him and patted the bedspread. He reached for her again, but she pushed his hands away and pressed him down on his back.
He stretched out and looked up at her as she knelt by him, and she tossed her hair to one side with a quick movement of her hand as she seized the base of his cock with her other hand. She bent lower over him and cupped his balls with one hand as she held his cock with the other, then opened her red lips wide over the head of his cock. Her tongue thrust out to quickly circle the head of his cock, then she dipped her head down and let his cock slide into her mouth. Her hair scattered and tossed wildly as she began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, and his legs spread wide apart as his hands pulled at the bedspread. She massaged his balls firmly with one hand as she squeezed his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and she moved her head up and down with a gradually increasing pace. His hips began responding and she leaned further forward and tilted her head to let the head of his cock slip into the back of her throat as his hips drove it into her. His body began moving convulsively on the bedspread as the beautiful woman knelt over him and mouthed his cock, then he began jerking in the contractions of a powerful orgasm. His hips lurched off the bed as his climax seized him and wracked his muscles, and I could see her throat working rapidly as she swallowed his come. He moaned heavily and trembled all over as he spurted his semen into her mouth, then he collapsed back down on the bed. She squeezed and kneaded his cock and balls as she kept sucking at him to drain the last drop of come from him. When his eyes closed and the last quivering movements stopped in his body, she gave his cock a final suck and crawled up on top of him to lie on his body with her face tucked in the hollow of his throat.
He put his arms around her and held her to him as she kissed him on the chest with quick pecks from her soft lips, then he rolled over and they lay on their sides facing each other. They kissed and talked to each other for several minutes, then they appeared to drop off to sleep. My mind returned to my surroundings, and I became conscious of the discomfort of the sweat running down my sides and the insulation burning and itching my skin. I counted the frames remaining on the film in my mind, and estimated that I had five or six frames left. I had enough pictures to collect the full price from the man who had put me onto the job, and I momentarily considered leaving with what I had. However, there was a possibility that one of the beams would creak as I moved along it and they would be able to hear it as they lay quietly on the bed. Also, watching them had made my cock hard and throbbing, and I was far from being tired of looking at the blonde's beautiful body. I bent down and put my eye to the prism of the Nikon again, and I saw that the man had managed to get another hardon and he was crawling on top of the blonde to shove it into her pussy.
He poised himself over her, and she smiled up at him as she spread her legs wide to open her pussy for him. The tip of his cock was touching the soft mound of blond hair over her vulva, and her hands were reaching downward to help him guide it into her. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock and raised her feet high in the air to open herself completely as he pushed his cock forward with a firm thrust of his hips. It touched her, then she gave a slight lunge with her hips and the head of it penetrated her. They both grasped and lurched as it slid into her, and his hands moved under her to cup her buttocks as his hips began pumping. He fucked her slowly until the first few inches of his cock were imbedded in her pussy, then he relaxed on top of her as he began fucking her with long, sure strokes of his cock. She wrapped her legs around him as all of his cock began sliding into her, and he put his arms around her as his head moved down toward her breasts. He moved back and forth between her nipples, licking and teasing them with his tongue, then took one of her breasts in his mouth and began sucking it. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back onto the pillow as he drove his thick shaft into her body and sucked at her breast. The pace of their fucking rapidly accelerated as the sensations of his thick cock and her tight pussy began to flow through them. Her fingers combed through his hair and her mouth opened slightly as she moaned and whimpered, and her body began to move convulsively upward against his. He gripped her buttocks more firmly as he began fucking faster, and they lurched rapidly toward an orgasm. She suddenly stopped him and he looked down at her as she whispered to him, her face flushed and twisted with passion. He nodded quickly and her legs dropped away from him as he pulled his cock out of her and sat back on his heels.
She rolled over on the bed and raised her firm, smooth ass into the air on her knees with her head pillowed on her outstretched forearms. He crouched behind her to dog fuck her and guided his cock toward her pussy. She spread her legs wider apart as she reached back with her hand to guide his cock, and they fumbled with it for a moment, trying to get it in. They were both highly aroused and awkward as a result of the passions which raged through them, but they finally got positioned properly to begin dog fucking. She arched her back deeply and guided the head of his cock to the lips of her pussy, and he shoved it into her with a quick lunge. He grasped her around her waist to hold her body steady as he shoved the entire length of his cock into her pussy, and the muscles in her face twitched as the thick shaft disappeared into her body. He gripped her harder as his hips began pulsating, and they both began moaning and whimpering as they dog fucked. His hands moved back to her buttocks to squeeze them together on the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her, and both of their bodies began trembling and quivering as climaxes began building up in them. They moved faster and faster, his hips pumping wildly as she lurched back against him, then ragged cries burst from both of them as they exploded into simultaneous orgasms. Their bodies slammed together for a few more strokes, then they collapsed on the bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
The sweat soaking my body and the itching, burning sensation of the spun glass insulation on my bare skin was a fiery torment as I waited for them to shower, dress, and leave. They were finally gone and I gathered up my equipment and crawled back to the trapdoor. The air in the heating plant room felt blessedly cool after the stifling atmosphere of the ceiling space, and I breathed in long draughts of it as I searched around for my clothes. I rolled them into a bundle, got the keys in my hand, and swung the camera bag over my shoulder as I cautiously opened the door. There was no one in sight, and I could hear no movement on the sidewalk or in the parking lot. I eased out onto the sidewalk, and the cool night air washed over my sweaty skin as I locked the heating plant room door and hurried to the room door next to it. I dropped my clothes and camera bag to the floor inside the door and raced to the shower, and I sighed in relief as the blast of cold water whipped the sweat and insulation from my skin. After the water had beat against my skin for several minutes, I picked up a bar of soap and began lathering myself. I lathered, rinsed, and lathered again, and the tingling, itching torment began to diminish.
It seemed unwise to turn the bedroom light on in the unit, so I brought my clothes and camera bag into the bathroom. I quickly dressed, then I took all of my equipment out of the camera bag to clean it up. I carefully dusted away all the shreds of the spun glass insulation with a towel, then I used the lens brush on the lens of the camera. I wiped away the shreds of plaster from the screw end of the surveillance lens with a towel, then I dusted it off with the brush and carefully put it back into the box.
There was a telephone booth a couple of hundred yards away from the motel, and I went there to call a taxi. The taxi dropped me off at the rental lab where I had been doing most of my work, and I gave the clerk twenty dollars to keep the place open so I could finish my job. He got a can of DK-50 developer for the high speed film from the storeroom in the back, and he mixed it up for me while I loaded the film into a developing bank. I processed the film, ran a couple of copies of each frame for my customer and one copy for myself, then I put my copies into my camera bag and the other copies in an envelope with the negatives. It was almost midnight by the time I got to the hotel, and I had to pound on the door several times before the man woke up and answered it. He finally opened it a crack and peeked through, then he closed it again while the chain rattled. He flipped the light on as I walked into the room, and he wordlessly took the envelope and pulled the pictures out of it. A slight flush spread across his features as he looked at the pictures, and his expression betrayed something more than an undiluted interest in the welfare of his business concerns as he thumbed through them. He nodded in satisfaction as he stuffed them back into the envelope and crossed the room to the dresser. He opened a briefcase on top of the dresser and put the envelope in it, then he took another envelope out of it.
I lifted the flap of the envelope and thumbed the bills inside; there were ten crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. I nodded and thanked him, and he silently nodded to me as he opened the door for me.
Charlene was in tears when I got to the apartment. I opened the door and walked in, then I almost staggered back out the door as she jumped on me and threw her arms around my neck, sobbing wildly. I stumbled back in and dropped my camera case to the floor as I kicked the door closed, then I put my arms around her. "What's wrong, Charlene? What happened, honey?"
"Oh God, I thought something had happened to you," she sobbed, tears streaming down her small face as she looked up at me. "It's hours past the time you usually come home, and I thought the police had arrested you or you had become involved ir some kind of trouble."
It occurred to me then that I had been too rushed to come by the apartment and tell her I would be working late, and I hadn't seen her since breakfast. I put my hands on her shoulders and shook her slightly as I looked down at her. "Honey, you're going to have to understand something. My work keeps me pretty busy, and I occasionally have to work until late at night. I'll try to let you know when I'm going to be late, but when I don't have time to come by and let you know, you'll just have to expect me when you see me."
She nodded, wiping at her eyes. "All right. I'm sorry, Jim. It's just that I was so worried about you
"I know, honey, and this is the first time I've worked so late since you've been here, and you didn't know to expect it. Now you know-OK?"
She nodded again and smiled shakily at me.
"How's about fixing me something to eat? I'm starved."
She literally jumped toward the kitchen, and she began banging cabinet doors and drawers as she rattled cooking utensils. I went into the bedroom and pulled a chair over to the closet, then I climbed up on the chair and groped on the top shelf for the envelope where I had been keeping my money. I took it down and thumbed rapidly through the thick stack of bills, then I shoved the thousand dollars and the stack of prints into it and tossed it back on the shelf. My bankroll was getting satisfyingly large; there had been a couple thousand left over from the last city, and I had been accumulating money rapidly since coming to this place. I counted the money in my pocket to be sure I had enough to cover the cost of the booklet job and other expenses the next day, then I shoved the chair back into place and went into the kitchenette.
Charlene hadn't eaten all day either, and she fixed hamburgers and french fries for both of us. She had received a letter from Nancy and she told me about it while we ate. Nancy's husband was out on parole, but she was not happy. Her husband had changed a lot while in prison and Nancy suspected him of being involved in some sort of illegal activity. Charlene became serious and thoughtful as she talked about the letter, and I surmised that she suspicioned Nancy wanted to return to live with me. We finished eating, and Charlene moved her chair around the table to sit by me as I sipped my coke. I put my hand on her leg and idly fondled her firm, slender thigh, and she put both of her hands on top of mine as she looked up at me.
"Jim, what would you do if Nancy wanted to come back here?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, honey. I'd have to think about it at least. Don't you think so?"
She nodded. "I guess so." She worried her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, then she looked up at me again. "Do you love her?"
"No."
"Would you like to make love with her again?" I looked down at her. "What's bugging you, Charlie?"
She flushed and looked down at the floor. "Oh, I don't know. I just thought that you might rather have her with you than me, or that-"
"I wouldn't, Charlie."
Her small face broke into a radiant smile as she looked back up at me and her eyes moved over my face. She put her hand on my shoulder and kissed me quickly and softly on my mouth, then she moved her chair back and got up to do the dishes.
I went into the living room and relaxed on the couch. I felt utterly weary. The morning had started with Charlene wringing my balls dry, I had worked hard all day, and Janice had also drained me completely. The sight of the man and woman fucking had stimulated me to another hardon, but all thoughts of pussy had faded from my mind as soon as they were out of sight. As I watched Charlene moving back and forth between the table and the kitchenette, however, and my eyes moved up and down her slender form, I again felt a warm stirring in my depths. She came into the living room and flipped the TV on for me as she gave me a quick smile, and my eyes lingered on her small, shapely ass as she walked back into the kitchenette. The dishes were finally finished, and she came into the living room wiping her hands on a dish cloth.
"Are you tired, Jim?"
"Pretty tired."
"You must be after working so long today." She dropped the dish cloth on one of the chairs and flipped the TV off, then she walked over to the couch and stood in front of me as she looked down at me. "I thought about your being tired while I was washing the dishes, and I thought of something to keep you from exerting yourself."
I looked up at her, puzzled. There was a mischievous gleam in her large eyes, but I didn't even know what in hell she was talking about. "What do you mean, Charlie?"
"Will you promise not to move until I tell you to?"
I looked at her for a moment longer, then smiled as I decided to go along with the game. "OK, I promise."
She nodded and smiled as she kicked her shoes off, then she knelt on front of me and unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it wide apart, then she unfastened my pants and pulled them and my shorts down my thighs. Her fingers lingered over my limp cock for a moment, then she kicked off her shoes as she stood back up. She pulled her sweater off over her head, then unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her skirt and tossed it to one side with her foot, and my cock was suddenly less limp and lifeless as I looked at her, her slender body clad only in skimpy panties and bra. My eyes moved from her tiny feet and up the slim calves to her slender, firmly rounded thighs, and my gaze paused at the small bulge her vulva made in the bikini panties. I looked on up her flat stomach to her slender chest, and my eyes fell on her small, hard breasts as she unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor. I held my hands out toward her.
"You promised not to move," she said softly. "Now put your hands back down on the couch at your sides."
I dropped my hands back to the couch and she leaned over to slip the panties down her legs. My eyes feasted on her white skin, slender, shapely body, and the thin covering of fine brown hair over her small pussy as she moved toward me. She folded her legs and sat down on my bare thighs, and I was acutely conscious of the feel of her skin against mine. She put both of her hands on my cock and began stroking it as she softly kissed my lips, then she slid slightly forward to let the head of my cock touch her vulva as she stroked it. It rapidly swelled and stretched to a full hardon, and she moved my cock up and down in the crack of her vulva to spread it apart. She leaned forward to kiss me again as she pressed her hips toward me, and her tongue slid between my lips and teeth as the head of my cock slipped into her pussy. She moved her head back and forth to slide her tongue in and out of my mouth as she undulated her hips, and more of my cock slowly slipped into her. Her hand moved on down between my thighs to cup my balls as she raised her small bottom off my thighs to press herself further down on my cock, and my muscles tensed and knotted with the sensations raging through me.
"I'd like it better if I could feel your breasts."
She was crouching over my lap with her lids half closed over her eyes and the edges of her small, pearly teeth showing between her parted lips as her slender body undulated, taking more and more of my cock. "All right," she whispered. "You can feel me anywhere you like while I do it, but don't try to help me. I want to make you come all by myself. I want to feel your come in me and know that I did it myself."
I put my hands on her small, hard breasts and squeezed them, savoring the feel of her smooth flesh. "It won't take you very long, at the rate you're going. I'm already so hot that I'm having a hard time keeping from coming."
"Don't try to keep from coming," she whispered urgently. "Just relax completely and let me do everything."
I nodded and relaxed against the back of the couch with my hands fondling her breasts. I exerted absolutely no control over my climax as her hips began moving harder and she pressed her tight pussy down on my cock, and I quickly felt the first surges of an orgasm rising within me. She felt it also and suddenly stopped moving, and she fingered my balls with both hands as she rested her head against my chest. My breathing and the pounding rate of my heartbeat moderated, and she began pumping her hips again. A climax began rising again after the first few strokes, and she stopped again just before the semen started to well up within me. She alternated between pumping her hot, demanding pussy down on my cock and sitting with her head against my chest until it took only a couple of strokes to start me gasping, then she decided to drive me on into a climax. She arched her back and pressed herself down on my cock, then she began sliding back and forth with long, firm strokes as she took my cock into her all the way up to the thick base. The semen surged up from me in a hot flood, coursed out through my cock, then squirted into her belly in waves which were times to the lunges of her supple body. I closed my eyes and gripped her breasts firmly in my hands as the convulsions of the orgasm wracked me, and her hands kneaded my balls as her pussy sucked the come from me. My muscles went limp and my hands fell from her breasts, and she put her arms around me as she slid forward and pressed against me. She clutched my body between her slender thighs as she kissed me softly on my face, then she held my head to her bare breasts with my cock still imbedded in her pussy. My weariness suddenly seemed to be an almost tangible weight as it pressed down on me, and I put my arms around her as I dozed off to sleep.
I woke as she gently washed my cock with a wet cloth. I glanced around, momentarily confused, then memory returned as I looked down at her smiling face. She took the cuffs of my pants and pulled them off me, then she helped me take off the rest of my clothes. I stumbled into the bedroom with my arm around her shoulders and she put her arm around my waist as she supported me; my legs were suddenly so weak and lifeless that I could hardly walk.
My legs were throbbing and sore the next morning when I woke, then I forgot all about the discomfort when Charlene began massaging my cock between her fingers. She pushed the covers back from us, then she curled up in a small knot of bare arms and legs by my thighs as she took my cock into her mouth. She pulled the foreskin back and slowly slid it into her mouth and moved it around with her tongue as she massaged my balls, and it began swelling and throbbing in her mouth. As soon as it began stiffening she began bobbing her head up and down as it slipped in and out of her mouth. It became harder, and she could get only the head and the first few inches of it into her mouth but she kept titillating me until my cock was trembling in a full hardon. She took her mouth off of my cock and looked at it as she slowly stroked it with her hand, then she rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide with her feet up in the air as she smiled at me.
"How about a quickie before breakfast?"
I rolled over onto her as I groped for her pussy with my cock, and she reached down with both hands to help me guide it in. A few minutes later I was stretched out on her body, my muscles trembling and my body quivering in the aftermath of a wrenching climax. She lay under me with her hands resting lightly on my shoulders as she waited for me to regain some of my strength, then she patted me lightly on my side for me to let her up when I caught my breath.
"I liked the way you got my cock hard," I said to her as she slipped lithely off the bed and trotted toward the bathroom. "Where did you learn to do that?"
She stopped in the doorway and gave me a gamine smile over her shoulder. "I bought a marriage manual, and I've been reading it."
The printer had put on a night shift to complete the commemorative booklet job, and he was calling them every kind of motherfucker he could think of when I got there. The job had been done perfectly, but they had fucked up on the count and made a twenty percent overrun. The overrun belonged to me by long established custom, but he had given me a good break on the covers and the embossing work so I paid him half price for them. That put him in a somewhat better mood, and he even sent a type louse along with me to help me get the cartons of booklets from the taxi into the hotel lobby. The convention organizer was in the lobby talking to the hotel manager when I arrived, and he looked at the cartons as the copy boy and I carried them in. He finished his conversation with the manager as I gave the boy a tip for helping me, then he walked over to me.
"Those aren't the commemorative books are they? I didn't expect them to be ready for another week or so."
"They're the books all right-I don't fuck around."
"Well, I'm delighted. I'm very pleased that the attendees will be able to take them along when they leave." He reached into a carton, pulled a book out, and glanced over it. He looked pleased for a moment as he ran his hands over the binding and leafed through it, then he frowned slightly. "You know, we didn't discuss exact terms for the book, and it looks as though you've put quite a bit of money in it. I've been telling everyone that it wouldn't cost over twenty-five dollars, but it looks as though you've put more than that into the job."
With an investment of less than ten dollars per copy, I had intended to ask for twenty per copy but I quickly revised the price in my mind. "Twenty-five per copy is what it cost, so I had intended to ask thirty."
He shrugged and smiled as he put the booklet carefully back into the carton. "Well, it's a much more professional job than I had expected, so I'm sure that's not too much. I'd like to compliment you on the job you've done, and I'll help you distribute them if you like."
I nodded, pleased with the way things were going and particularly glad that the organizer had little or no experience with the printing business, and I picked up the top carton on one of the stacks to carry it into the corner of the lobby. The organizer talked to the manager for a moment, then a couple of bell boys brought a table and put it in the corner for me to stack the books on. I spent all of the morning and a couple of hours of the afternoon at the table, hawking the books. Before I was through I was glad that the printer's employees had made a twenty percent overrun because a lot of the attendees bought two copies of the book. A lot of them paid for the books by check, and I didn't particularly worry about it until I counted my money during a lull and found that I had almost two thousand dollars worth of checks. Cashing a check for a hundred or two at a bank is no particular problem, but banks are reluctant to cash checks amounting to thousands for anyone who doesn't have references or an account, and I had no intention of starting a bank account. The hotel manager came over to carry off a couple of empty cartons I had tossed in the corner, and I mentioned it to him.
He looked at me speculatively for a moment, then nodded. "It's a problem for you if you haven't established credit or set up a bank account yet. I can cash them for you, but I'll have to make a service charge on them."
"How much?"
"Five percent."
"Two."
"Three and a half."
I nodded. "OK, I'll sign them over to you when I'm through here. It might amount to as much as three thousand."
He shrugged his shoulders at the amount as he carried the cartons away.
I was down to three booklets by two o'clock in the afternoon, and the convention organizer took those to show to future prospective clients. I went into the hotel manager's office and sat at his desk to endorse the checks while he opened his safe, and we settled up. I had sold just under two hundred books at thirty dollars each, and my pockets were stuffed with bills ranging from tens to hundreds. I didn't want to walk around with that much money on me, so I headed for the apartment to put some of it with my bankroll.
Charlene had received another letter from Nancy and she was sitting on the couch and reading it with a frown on her small face when I walked in. She looked up, smiled broadly at me, then dropped the letter to the coffee table as she ran to kiss me. I cupped her small ass in my hands and lifted her off the floor as I held her to me and kissed her, and she wrapped her slim arms around my neck and her slender legs around my hips as she pressed her mouth to mine. I carried her to the couch as we kissed, and she curled up in a tight ball on my lap as she rained soft kisses on my mouth and chin. She looked down at my pants as she moved her small butt on my lap.
"What do you have in your pockets?"
"Money."
She whistled softly. "You make a lot of money, Jim. You come home with your pockets filled about every day."
"I manage. What's Nancy have to say?"
The smile faded from her face as she shook her head sadly. "She thinks Fred's in trouble with the police again, and she's very unhappy. She has a phone now and she gave me the number so I can call her. Would you mind if I did?"
I shook my head. "I don't care, honey. Call her if you like-maybe it will cheer her up. What are you going to tell her if she wants to come here, though?"
She looked down at my chest and picked at a button on my shirt for a moment, then she turned her large blue eyes up toward mine. "What do you want me to tell her?" she asked quietly.
"It's up to you-you don't have to have anyone in the house that you don't want."
"She was here first."
"And she decided to leave."
Her eyes were wide and unblinking as she looked into mine. "You can't forget her just like that, Jim. You made love to her and she was the same as a wife to you."
"And she could have lived with me as long as she liked. But she decided to leave and you came in her place."
"Do you like me as much as you liked her?"
"More-a lot more."
"You wouldn't want to make love to her again if she came here?"
"I didn't say that. I won't try to bullshit you about how I feel, Charlie. I like you a lot more than I did Nancy, and I guess I always will, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't want to fuck her if she were around while you're having your period or something. You make up your own mind if you want to tell her she can come here, but I won't stand for any kind of jealousy bullshit. If you get her here and you two start arguing with each other, I'll walk out and leave both of you."
She sat on my lap and looked down at the couch for along moment without speaking, then she silently put her feet on the floor and walked toward the kitchenette. "Would you like your dinner now?" she asked quietly, her voice low and steady with anger.
"No," I replied firmly. "I don't want to eat until after we've fucked."
Her head snapped around and she glared at me, her small cheeks flushed and her eyes snapping with anger. She started to say something, then she closed her mouth and turned to face me, her nostrils flared and her breathing short and quick. Her lips were set in a thin, determined line as she began methodically undressing and tossing her clothes over the back of a chair, and a few moments later she was standing stark naked and looking at me, her face rigid, her body trembling with anger. I walked over to her and lifted her in my arms. She was stiff and unyielding in my arms as I carried her into the bedroom, and she lay on the bed with her eyes on the ceiling as I undressed. She was completely unresponsive at first, then she began lunging up at me as she unleashed her anger in a furious, abandoned deluge of motion. The raging fury of her passion quickly brought her to a climax, and her anger was drained from her in the convulsions of her orgasm. I kept fucking her with a steady, rhythmic pounding of my hard cock into her tight pussy. She was motionless again for long moments, then the sensations of my cock driving into her belly began to stimulate her. Her firm, rounded hips began to surge up at me again, but the fiery love she had shown in the past had replaced the self gratifying semi-masturbation which had generated her first climax. She began whispering to me in a tense, trembling Voice, speaking my name over and over as she begged me to drive my cock deep into her and flood her belly with come. The feel of her slender body writhing under mine and the tight pressure of her tiny pussy around my cock ruptured my control, and my semen boiled out into her in spurting gushes. The feel of my hot come bathing her insides touched off another climax in her body, and we thrashed together in spasms of ecstasy. She burst into tears as the sensations of he. orgasm passed, and I held her to me as she sobbed hysterically against my chest. My breathing gradually returned to normal as her wild crying diminished to an occasional shaking gasp as I lay on top of her, her small body completely covered by mine.
"Was I too rough on you, Charlie?"
She shook her head quickly, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I was being silly, Jim. I guess I'm lucky you're so honest-a lot of men probably wouldn't be."
"Are you going to let Nancy come here?"
"I don't know-I'll think about it. Anyway, we might not have anything to worry about. Fred might get his problems straightened out and they might settle down and be happy together."
"Maybe so."
She patted my shoulder. "Let me up. I'll blow my nose and wash, then I'll fix your dinner."
I rolled off of her and dropped off in a light doze as she went into the bathroom. She woke me an hour later to eat, and she was still naked except for a short apron she had tied around her waist. I walked back into the kitchen with her, reaching down to fondle her small, smooth buttocks as we walked toward the table, and we sat with our chairs together while we ate. She left the dishes stacked in the sink and sat on my lap as we watched TV for a while, then the feel of her smooth, firm bottom against my cock brought it to stony hardness again. I started to fuck her on the couch, but she jumped up and giggled as she ran to an easy chair. She bent over it and gripped the arms of it with her bottom up in the air and wriggling invitingly. I stood behind her and carefully slid my cock into her with cautious pumping movements of my hips, and it was the best dog fuck I have ever had. She was exactly tall enough for her pussy to be precisely level with my cock, and she arched her back so it could slide smoothly into her up to my balls. The sensation was so intense that I came much too quickly, but as we stumbled into bed to go to sleep in each other's arms I made a mental note to use that posture with her more frequently.
The abundance and variety of my sex life was beginning to tell on me, because I slept late the following morning. Charlene was up and apparently had been for hours, and I started to get mad at her for not awakening me. I thought about it again, then shrugged and forgot it. I didn't have any jobs scheduled that morning and my bankroll was large enough for me to ease up for a while, so I ate a leisurely breakfast with Charlene and left about ten o'clock. I took the lens back to the dealer and got my thirty-five dollars for it, then I took a taxi out to the Stardust Motel and gave Janice her hundred dollars. Her husband was in one of the units making minor repairs when I got there, and she left the girl in the office to answer the telephone and take care of customers while she led me back outside and around to a small storage building behind the motel. She took the hundred and tucked it into her pocket, then she stood on tiptoe to kiss me softly on my mouth. Her lips opened and began tugging at mine as I pulled her to me and slid my tongue into her mouth. The hot breath through her nostrils wafted softly over my cheek as I fondled her body and kissed her, then I pulled up the hem of her short skirt and slid my hand into her panties. She surged against me as I combed my fingers through the nest of curly hair between her legs. Her legs opened slightly as I felt her soft vulva, then she suddenly pulled away from me. Her face was flushed and her breasts heaved-with her labored breathing as she tried to regain her composure. I patted her back and kissed her softly on her lips as I started to slip my hand back into her panties. My cock was beginning to swell and throb, and I intended to make her lean over with her hands against the wall so I could dog fuck her if I could get her hot enough. She pushed my hand away as she jerked away from me again, then she looked up at me for a moment with tears of passion, anger, and resentment in her eyes. She turned and walked out of the storage building, not looking back.
I checked with the editor of the business publication as soon as I got back into the city, and he told me that he was saturated with material for the next couple of issues. I began checking my other contacts by telephone, and the manager of the photo studio who had been booking weddings for me was almost hysterically relieved to hear from me. The previous Friday he had taken a commitment on an ultraex-pensive wedding, and the wedding was scheduled for that afternoon. He had been expecting me to check in sooner, and he had become more and more frantic as each day passed by and I hadn't called him. The generous profit of the job had made him reluctant to cancel the booking or to pass it onto another studio, then it had suddenly been too late to do anything about it. When I called him, he had been gathering his equipment together to go and try to do it himself, and he almost broke down and began slobbering into the telephone as he told me how worried he had been. He had reason to be worried; people with enough money to book a cost-is-no-object coverage for a wedding also have enough money to hire lawyers and put a photographer out of business if he fucks them up.
I cut him off and hung the telephone up, then I took a cab to his place to pick up a different camera and a strobe. A 35 millimeter camera is more than adequate to shoot any picture which is not going to be enlarged over eight-by-ten inches, but people who put out several hundred dollars for photographs seem to feel cheated when the pictures are taken with a camera which can fit into a coat pocket. I picked out a new Bronica and a wet-cell-powered Braun strobe from his stock, and I took them into the back room to check them out and look them over. While I was checking them over, one of the clerks took my coat and pants to a quick press down the street to get the wrinkles out of them and to sharpen the creases, and I called a cab to take me to the address of the bride's home as soon as I was dressed again.
I felt all kinds of grim undercurrents as soon as I got into the house. A boy of about sixteen or seventeen answered the door, and he nodded morosely and held the door open for me when I told him my business. It was a sort of upper-middle-class home with a couple of late-model cars and a jalopy in the driveway, and the furniture and carpets inside were fairly expensive and in good taste for those who like the modern suburban blah motif. The scene inside was anything but typical of a wedding day for middle suburbia, however. The speckled-faced kid who opened the door was dressed in a formal cutaway, and the middle-aged man and woman inside were also dressed in formal wear, but they all looked as though their doctor had told them they had clap. The man and woman were standing in the middle of the living room and downing water glasses full of straight gin over rocks, and the mother was slightly addled while the father was in a miserably mean, drunken mood. They both turned and looked at me when I entered, and the mother ambled toward me as she tilted her glass up and drained it. She set the glass on a telephone table in the entrance foyer and smiled at me vacuously, then motioned me toward the stairs with a loose wave of her hand.
"Daphne is upstairs getting ready if you want to take a few pictures of her now," she said, her voice blurred and indistinct.
"Is that the bride?"
"Yes."
"Where's her room?"
"Firsht on t' right," she said. She started to smile again, then her face suddenly contorted with anguish as she began crying dryly. The boy had disappeared through a door to the right, and he suddenly came back through the door and took the woman by the hand as he put his arm around her. "Come on, Mom," he said. "You need some coffee-let's go into the kitchen and get you some."
I looked around, wondering what kind of shit I had stumbled into this time, and the man's eyes met mine with a steady, sullen glare as I looked at him. He sipped at his glass and turned his back to me, and I shrugged as I walked up the stairs. The door to the bride's bedroom was slightly ajar, and I knocked on it.
"Come in."
There was none of the usual bustle, giggling, and rushing about which usually precedes a wedding, because there were no bride's maids-the bride was alone, dressing without assistance. As I looked at Daphne, however, I even forgot to ask where the bride's maids were. She was young, fresh, and beautiful in the best traditions of the American college campus. Gallons of pasturized milk and tons of U.S. Choice beef had gone into building the pearly teeth and slender, lithe limbs, and countless jars of cold cream and skin nutrients had been expended in making the smooth, spotless, cream and peaches complexion. Thousands of dollars had gone into her cars, clothes, and education, and the end result was before me in powdered and perfumed perfection. She had a slightly resigned and determined set to her mouth and chin, but she appeared to be the only sane one in the house. She glanced at my camera bag, then gave me a quick, polite smile. "Oh, you're the photographer, aren't you? Well, let's see-you'll want to take a picture of me looking into the mirror and putting on my garter won't you?"
"You must have helped with weddings before."
"I've been a bride's maid a couple of times at friends' weddings," she said, picking up a few things which cluttered the top of the dressing table and tossing them onto the bed. She glanced over the top of the dressing table for anything else which would distract from the picture and looked at me. "Will that be all right?"
"Fine. Just sit down in front of the mirror and pose as though you're fixing your hair." I moved to one side so the strobe would not flash in the mirror, then I centered her face in the viewfinder and focused the camera. I checked the distance and divided it and the guide number in my mind, then I set the aperture and found her in the viewfinder again. I positioned the strobe and leveled the camera so there would be no distortion, then touched the shutter release. "Just a slight smile this time, if you would."
Her lips curved slightly and I pushed the shutter release just as I noticed that she was looking at me in the mirror. I cursed under my breath for wasting a frame as I tucked the strobe in the curve of my elbow and listened for the whine of the condenser recycling as I wound the film advance. "That was good. Now look at yourself in the mirror for. this one. Just look into your eyes."
"I was supposed to do that the first time, wasn't I?"
"I was supposed to tell you to. No biggie-I have plenty of film. Let's just take our time and get a good one. If you have trouble smiling at yourself while I'm watching you, just concentrate your attention on your lips in the mirror and think about your lipstick being on straight...."I felt that electric flash of insight of knowing that everything will come together in a frozen instant of time for a perfect picture a fraction of a second later, and I pressed the shutter release again. "Perfect-beautiful. Let's do it just that way once more, and smile just a bit wider so your teeth will barely show as you think of the same thing...." Lightning struck for the second time in a row and I knew I had a true moment of life poised before me to fix forever on the emulsion of the film as the shutter release dropped and the strobe winked again. I wound the film advance again as a warm, satisfied feeling spread through me; I had two perfect pictures, which meant that I was at least five frames of film ahead of schedule. "All right, let's try the garter shot now."
Daphne stood up from the dressing table bench with a lithe, effortless movement and stood at one side of it as she daintily placed the toe of her white high-heeled shoe on it. Her calf was long, slender, and beautifully shaped as she pulled the long skirt of her wedding dress to one side and tucked it over her thigh. The smooth skin of her leg was gleaming white through her sheer nylon hose, her knee was dimpled and delicately shaped, and her thigh swelled out in a full, graceful curve of firm flesh. I found her in the viewfinder of the camera, opened my mouth to tell her how to stand, then I closed my mouth and raised my head as I looked at her again. Her leg was held perfectly sideward in exact profile so her kneecap would not show, her hands were absolutely flat toward the camera so there would be no angular lines in them, and her body was in a natural but perfectly posed curve from her hip to her head. I smiled at her. "All right, honey, cut it out. How long have you been modeling?"
She relaxed and a delighted smile spread across her face. "I took a couple of courses in modeling in college, but I've never modeled professionally."
"Come on-stop putting me on, Daphne. Compared to you, the best model I've ever photographed is like an arthritic scarecrow with broken legs."
She giggled as she shook her head. "I'm not putting you on. The instructor said I had natural talent, but I've never done anything more than a couple of dress shows and things like that."
I shrugged. "Well, you should be a model-you'd make a fortune." I lifted the camera and positioned the strobe. "OK, do it again-let's get this out of the way."
She did it again, perfectly as before, and I pressed the shutter release. She glanced at me, and I nodded as I wound the film advance once more. She took her foot off the bench and shook her long skirt so it would drop back into position, and I dropped the camera and strobe back into my camera bag. "That's the easiest time I've ever had getting the prelims out of the way, honey. That's a lot."
"I hope the rest of it goes as easy," she said thoughtfully, the resigned look returning to her face.
"What's going on anyway? Tell me to butt out if I'm getting too nosy, but I wondered if I got mixed up with a funeral when I first got here."
She looked at me with a quick frown, then her face relaxed as she shrugged. "You'll find out anyway, so I might as well tell you now. My father's broke. His business is on the verge of going bankrupt, and I'm marrying the man who holds the mortgage so he won't foreclose and ruin my family."
"Christ, I thought deals like that were a thing of the past."
"I expect they happen quite often if the truth were known, but this one is probably more straightforward than most. The bridegroom will be sixty-three next month."
I looked at her in shock; she was twenty-five at most. "Sixty-three? Jesus, what kind of marriage will that be for you?"
She shrugged indifferently. "That's what my family said when we first talked about it, but what difference does it make? I mean what real difference? I'm supposed to marry someone my age, cook his eggs and bacon for breakfast, have a couple of kids, then wash dirty diapers and screw the horny guy down the street or my husband's business partner until it's time to think of retirement. Honestly, the whole scene makes me gag. I've been around-a couple of the football heroes made it when I was a cheerleader in high school, I had my senior when I was a freshman in college, my substitute instructor when I was a sophomore, and my obligatory illiterate black when I was studying advanced social science as a junior. When I was a senior I gave up all the phony bullshit people hang around the edges of sex and did it just for fun. So I'm far from being the blushing bride, and I decided a long time ago that being the devoted wife behind the successful man wasn't for me. Look at my mother-she's put up with nothing but misery all her life, and she's faced with poverty now after all the shit she's been through. Not me-I'm going to have plenty of money and everything that goes along with it."
She finished talking with a tight, defiant smile, and I walked over to her and put my hand on her arm as I smiled back at her. "I'm with you all the way, honey. The difference is that I had to live in the shit and misery for a while before I smarted up. Hang in there and fuck 'em all. If anyone tries to cut you down for what you're doing, just tell them that you'll cry all the way to the bank."
She parted her lips and laughed as she relaxed again, then her large blue eyes looked directly into mine. Our gaze suddenly became intense and meaningful, and an instant of silent but complete communication flowed between us. A slow flush of color spread up from her soft white throat and tinged her cheeks as her eyelids lowered languidly and her lips parted. My breath was suddenly short and my lungs labored in my heaving chest as the tip of her pink tongue passed slowly across her lower lip. I could almost feel her softly curved body in my arms and the head of my throbbing cock pressing into her soft vulva as we stood and looked into each other's eyes. My arms bent slightly and my hands reached out toward her as she swayed toward me, then her mother called from the bottom of the stairs and the spell was suddenly shattered.
No expense had been spared for the wedding, and it was as extravagant as the studio manager had thought it would be. The church was decked out with layers of flowers and filled with men and women in formal clothes. A long line of Cadillacs and Lincolns took the wedding party to the reception after the service, and one of the major hotels in the city had been contracted for the reception. The rooms had been reserved for the out-of-town guests, and both the ballroom and the dining room were used for the wedding breakfast. The bridegroom was old and doddering rather than well preserved, but he reeked of money. He had the haughty insolence which seems to be so natural in those who have lived in luxury all their life, and he had a couple of ass-wipers in dark, conservative suits who followed him around to clear a path for him and to anticipate what he might want. One of them elbowed me out of the way twice, and I waited for the third time. I had been using the strobe on half power because a wetcell Braun will virtually singe off eyebrows at ten feet, so I flipped the switch to full power and waited for my chance. It finally came when the ass wiper dug toward my ribs with his elbow again as he cleared a route for the bridegroom to stroll through the guests. I sidestepped the elbow and flipped the strobe around in my hand as I punched the discharge button on the back of it, and it flashed directly into the ass wiper's eyes from a distance of two feet. The other ass wiper had to lead him to one side of the room and help him into a chair, and he was totally blind for more than five minutes. The bridegroom thought it was funny, and he showed every inch of his expensive, too perfect dentures as he cackled. He later cornered me as I was putting my equipment away and preparing to leave. "Are you through?"
"Yes sir. I've shot up a bag full of film, and given about three times the coverage of an ordinary wedding-"
"I know, I know," he interrupted testily. "You don't have to tell me what a fine job you've done." He turned to the remaining ass wiper at his side. "Go get a blank check from the hotel manager and fill it out for him. Make it for fifteen hundred." He turned back toward me. "I assume that will be sufficient?"
"More than sufficient. I don't know how many albums to have prepared, though. Normally the bride's family receives a miniature album, and the-
"They're getting a clear title to a business they mismanaged into bankruptcy and a bank account to replace the money they squandered, so that's all they'll need. Make an album for my wife, and let it go at that."
"Shall I mail it, or-"
"Have it delivered," he ordered. "He'll give you the address." He motioned toward the ass-wiper shoving his way through the crowd to the hotel lobby. He immediately lost interest in me and wandered away, stopping occasionally to speak to one of the people who bowed, scraped, and fawned in front of him. I watched him move through the crowd, and I was vaguely reminded of a general's visit to a post where I had been stationed while I was in the Army.
The ass-wiper returned with the check, all filled in except for the payee line, and I put it in my pocket. He gave me the address to deliver the album to, and I noted it on a scrap of paper in my pocket.
I stopped by the hotel where the Shriner's convention had been held and cashed the check. When I got back to the studio I told the manager that I had been paid a thousand dollars in cash and the terms were delivery the next day. He wrung his hands for a moment, trying to think of ways to get immediate processing on the film, then I volunteered to take care of it for him. When that was settled he agreed to take two hundred as his cut for booking the wedding. I gave him the two hundred and the equipment I had used, then I took a cab to the man who had done my other color work. I went by the apartment and got a sandwich and a quickie from Charlene while the film was being processed and the proofs were being run, then I went back to pick out the frames for the album prints. I went through his stock of albums and picked out the largest, most expensive one, and I waited in the office while the album was being embossed and the prints run. It was after closing time and the manager had to pay a couple of people overtime to finish the job. I started to give the two men who had worked overtime a tip, then I slipped my money back into my pocket when one of them mentioned he was getting overtime at union scale. A cocksucker who needs a union to bedbug his way to make a living doesn't get money from me, and I gave the tip to the manager instead.
I slept late again the following morning and I left with a hardon because I woke too late to get a quickie. I walked to a taxi stand near the apartment and gave the driver, the address as I climbed into the cab. He turned and looked at me.
"Are you sure you don't want to take a bus? That's outside the city limits, and I'll have to charge you extra for taking you out there."
"I can find someone who owns his own cab if I have to, but I don't have time to fuck around. Now let's go."
He shrugged as he started the engine and flipped the meter on. It took almost forty-five minutes to get there. It was out on the north side of the river at the edge of the suburbs where the riding clubs, hunting clubs, golf course, and similar amusements for the middle class and rich were located. The house was a massive stone structure which looked like a national monument, and it was at the end of a long drive with a stone archway and a swinging gate across the entrance. The driver asked me if I wanted him to wait, and I shook my head. He wanted to pocket the return fare without reporting it, and there was always a chance that I could bum a ride back into the city.
An honest-to-God English butler opened the door, and he turned me over to a small, cute maid in a neat black dress and white apron who led me up the wide staircase to the second floor. She had a French accent and an attractive smile, and she responded warmly to the frankly admiring look in my eyes. There was a steady throbbing in my balls and my cock had a tentatively firm feeling from my failure to get some pussy from Charlene, and my eyes moved over the maid and became fixed on her small, firm bottom moving from side to side as she led me up the staircase. The gnawing hunger in my loins was so strong that it radiated from me like heat, and she glanced up at me with a mischievous smile as we reached the landing on the second floor. I wanted to get her to one side to see if I could talk something up, but the smile disappeared from her face and her features became fixed in a polite, neutral expression as she walked across the landing and pressed a button by a door. There was a soft sound of a voice from the other side of the door. The maid kept her eyes away from mine as she opened the door, held it for me as I entered, then closed it behind me.
The door opened into the sitting room of a large, separate apartment complex which was decorated with expensive, luxurious, and very feminine furnishings. Daphne was sitting on a pink overstuffed chair across the room from the door, leafing through a magazine and looking at a large color TV in a corner of the room. She stood up and dropped the magazine on the chair, then walked toward me with a smile as I entered. "Oh, hello, Jim. Are the pictures ready so soon?"
She was dressed in a light blouse and a neatly tailored skirt which revealed the soft curves of her body to best advantage. The wedding dress she had worn the day before had concealed how attractive her figure really was, and my eyes moved over her as I replied. "Hi, Daphne. They sure are-I dropped everything to get them finished so I could come and see you."
She glanced at me sidewards and gave me a slow smile as she cleared a few things from one end of a coffee table in front of a frilled couch for me to put the album on. My eyes moved again from her slim ankles up her smooth, rounded calves. The short skirt revealed her shapely knees and the smooth, gradual swell of her thighs out from her knees, and the firm curve of her buttocks was outlined by her tight skirt as she bent over. "Other girls I've known got to look at the proofs and pick out the pictures they wanted. Don't I get to do that?"
"You get to do anything you want, honey. I had all the pictures printed, though, so your picking out the ones you want will amount to throwing away the ones you don't want."
She wrinkled her nose at me and giggled as I put the album on the coffee table. "What if I want extra copies of some of them?"
"Just tell me which ones and how many."
"What will it cost?"
"A kiss, maybe."
"That would be more than getting married cost me," she said as we sat down on the couch and she flipped the album open.
"What do you mean?"
"We came here after the reception, my husband changed clothes, then he left on a business trip. He said he'd be back in a week or so." She looked at me as she talked, and a wry smile played around her lips.
I looked at the beautiful woman in open mouthed astonishment; I found it almost impossible to believe that anyone would pass up a chance to fondle her lush body and plumb the depths of her hot pussy with their cock, but there was a possibility that the old man was simply incapable. "Christ, why did he marry you?"
She turned a couple of pages of the album as she shrugged her head. "I'm not sure, Jim. Social reasons, maybe. I met several women at the reception, and I was invited to a number of tea parties and club meetings with them. He also told me about a couple of dinner engagements we'll be going to when he gets back. If my entire function is going to be a companion for social affairs, it will suit me fine because I really don't look forward to going to bed with him."
"People with a lot of money do things differently, but that doesn't make sense, Daphne. He doesn't need any help with social activities. Everyone at the reception was sucking his ass and it looked as though he was the center of social activities here-"
"No, he just moved here. This house was bought less than a month ago, and the staff was hired last week. I also found out that he bought the mortgage on my father's business at the same time, so he might have seen me and identified me as a prospective wife. The day he came to the house and made his proposition to me was more like a business conference than a proposal, so maybe getting a wife was part of becoming established here."
I looked at her short brown hair which covered her head in an attractive arrangement, then my eyes moved down to her beautiful features. Her forehead was high and smooth, her eyes were large and a deep, entrancing blue, and her nose was delightfully turned up at the end, giving her a cute, pert look. Her lips were full and wide, and her soft, dimpled chin made a graceful line down to her smooth, delicate throat. Her perfectly sculptured features were matched by the perfection of her thrusting breasts, soft shoulders, and firm, shapely hips, and I felt an aching need growing in my loins as I looked at her. "Christ, what a waste," I breathed fervently.
She turned her head and looked at me, and our eyes locked for a long moment. A light flush slowly spread up her face from her neck, and I was acutely conscious of her light, fascinating perfume and the close proximity of her warm, soft body. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at her delicious body and recognized the challenge in her blue eyes. "While you're out going to your tea parties and things, is there any possibility that you might have a chance to meet me somewhere?"
She breathed out a sigh, and I could feel the touch of her warm, fragrant breath on my face. I realized that I was closer to her, but I was not conscious of having moved. "The first one is day after tomorrow, and that seems such a long time away. I dislike putting things off too long."
A thrill coursed through every inch of my body as she whispered the invitation I put my hand on her back and slowly slid it down to the curve of her hip where it swelled out from her waist, and an electric feeling flowed up my arm as my fingers felt her warm, smooth skin and fondled the firm, yielding flesh of her hip. I pressed her hip with my hand, and she melted into my arms. I put my face into her hair and inhaled the warm, fascinating fragrance of her perfume and her body, and I felt my cock begin throbbing and expanding as I put my arms around her. I moved my hand from her hip down to her thigh to feel and knead her soft skin and firm flesh as she turned her lips up to mine. Her lips were soft and warm under my mouth, and they slowly spread apart as I sucked at them. I slid my hands up and down her body, then I cupped her jutting breasts in my hands as she rested her head in the hollow of my shoulder and leaned passively back against me. I could feel the tender softness of her breasts through her light blouse and bra as I fondled her, and her lips spread further apart as I pressed my mouth harder against hers. The sweet taste of her mouth filled mine as I slid my tongue between her teeth and pressed it deep into her mouth, and her breath was hot on my cheek as her breathing began to quicken. I moved one hand back down her body and across her thigh, then I slipped it under her skirt. She spread her legs slightly to make room for my hand in her tight skirt as I moved my hand up the silky smooth hose covering her warm, firmly rounded thigh. Her tongue began moving against mine as her breathing grew more labored, and her hands clutched at my shirt as my hand moved up her thigh toward her pussy. She made a small sound deep in her throat and her tongue suddenly stiffened and pressed demandingly against mine as my hand cupped her pussy through her panties. She twisted slightly in my arms and turned her face fully toward mine as her tongue slid into my mouth and began probing at the inside of it, and I slid my fingers up and down over the taut surface of her panties covering her vulva. My passion rapidly mounted in me until it was a throbbing, choking thing which made my balls ache and my breath come in quick gasps, and I was seized by a maddening desire to suck and kiss her rounded breasts. I put my hands on her blouse and began fumbling with the button at her throat, and she put her hands on mine to stop them as she pulled back from me and looked up into my face.
"Jim, it would be better if...." Her voice suddenly trailed off and she dropped her eyes from mine as a slightly hesitant, unsure look came over her features.
I was puzzled over what she was trying to say and slightly befuddled by the ravening desire which was racing through me. "What do you want, honey? We can do it any way you like."
She glanced up at me again, then her eyes fell again. "Well, I don't know you very well, Jim, and I don't know how open minded you are about things. I just don't know if you'd get mad...."
"Honey, I'm as open minded as a man can be. If there's something you want or don't want, just lay it out."
"Well, I was nervous and upset last night after all the rush and excitement of the day, and I couldn't get to sleep. I couldn't find any sleeping pills in my bathroom, so I woke Yvette to see if she had any-"
"Yvette?"
"My maid. She didn't, but we sat and talked for a while." Daphne glanced up at me then quickly looked away again as she idly picked at the crease in my pants with her fingers. "She reminded me of a girl friend I had in college. None of the other students would have anything to do with her, and I felt sorry for her. She occasionally stayed in my room at night, and one night she woke me up feeling and kissing me all over. I didn't like it at first and got mad at her, then she began crying and telling me that she loved me. I finally let her do what she wanted, and after the first couple of times I began to like it. Does that revolt you?" she asked timidly, looking up at me.
"Christ, no. There's nothing wrong with that, Daphne."
"Well, women don't see it that way, nor do some men. Anyway, when I felt bad or upset, she used to do it and it would make me feel good so I could go to sleep. When I went to Yvette's room last night, she looked at me the same way that my friend used to. I asked her to come into my room and give me a rub-down to relax me, and I took my pajamas off and lay on the bed while she massaged me. I could tell that she liked touching me as she massaged me, and she finally asked me if it would make me feel good for her to suck my breasts. I told her that it might, so she did. It felt heavenly, and she gradually moved on down my body and she ... well, she did the same thing that my friend in college used to do."
"She excited you to an orgasm with her tongue?"
She nodded wordlessly.
"Shit, there's nothing wrong with that, honey. Did you do it for her?"
She shook her head quickly. "I'd never do that. Anyway, Yvette told me if I ever had a boyfriend she could make it better for us." She glanced up at me with an unsure, querulous look in her eyes, then she looked away again as she took one of my hands between hers and held it in her lap.
"Are you telling me that you'd like to get Yvette up here now? Christ, if that's all we're waiting for, call her and get her ass up here before I get so horny that I come in my pants."
Her face broke into a delighted smile. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Jesus, honey, how many times do I have to tell you? Get her up here. I'm so hot that I'm about to melt, and I don't care who does what as long as I get to fuck you."
She jumped up from the couch and looked down at me, giggling and wrinkling her nose at me. "Well, I didn't know what you'd say or if you'd get mad-"
"Call her, girl, call her."
She trotted across the room and tugged at a tasseled rope hanging down by the drapes, then she walked back across the room to the couch. My eyes moved up and down her long, slender legs, swaying hips, and thrusting breasts as she walked toward me. She stopped a couple of feet away, smiling down at me, and I seized her arm and pulled her down into my lap. I slipped my hand under her and cupped her smooth, firm buttocks as she settled on my lap, and she flowed into my arms as she slid her arms around my neck. My mouth covered hers and her lips parted to let my tongue slip into her mouth. Our tongues entwined as they probed at each other softly, then my tongue slid into her mouth as hers touched the edges of my teeth and the inside of my lips. I felt her firm, beautifully curved ass, running my hand back and forth between the delicious mounds, and she twisted sidewards on my lap so I could feel her. My other hand moved up and down her thigh as we kissed, and she spread her legs apart to let me get my hand up her skirt. I slid my hand up her warm thighs, then I cupped her pussy in my hand and pressed my fingers down on her vulva. I softly pinched and pulled at the tender flesh of her vulva through the thin fabric of her panties, and she moaned slightly as she surged upward against me and pressed her tongue further into my mouth. Our chests heaved as we pulled apart to catch our breath, and we looked into each other's eyes with hot, torrid longing. Her hand moved down to my cock, and she wrapped her fingers around the bulging knot in the front of my pants as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth in invitation again. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it far out of my mouth as I enfolded her lips under mine, and she opened her mouth wide to take my tongue in. She pressed my tongue between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and I began moving my head back and forth as I fucked her in my mouth with my tongue. I took my hand away from her pussy to feel her jutting beasts, and I squeezed and pressed soft flesh under my hand as I felt her.
"Yvette, this is Jim. He's a special friend of mine."
"I thought he might be when I saw him," Yvette said softly as she looked at me, and her lilting French accent and her languid smile made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. "You and he appeared to be enjoying yourselves so much that I hesitated to interrupt when I entered."
"It might be better if you joined in," I said.
Her smile became wider and the tip of her tongue passed slowly across her lower lip. "Perhaps it would," she said, her eyes moving from Daphne's face to mine. She turned toward the door and pressed a sliding bolt into place, then she walked across the room toward us. She was shorter, more slender, and a few years older than Daphne, and her beauty was more subdued and casual that Daphen's. Where Daphne had brown hair, blue eyes, and a peaches-and-cream complexion, Yvette had dark hair and eyes, and her face was pale. Her lips were full and soft, and her small, triangular face was very attractive in a quiet, unassuming way. The top of the small, white apron bulged out from the thrusting curve of her full breasts, the black dress fitted snugly around her tiny waist and full hips, and her movements were lithe and graceful as she walked toward us. She stopped on the other side of the coffee table and smiled down at us.
"We must be very discreet. I was discharged from my last position because my employer discovered that I occasionally ... ah, entertained his wife and assisted her in entertaining her friends, and it turned out rather badly for both me and his wife. So we must be cautious."
Daphne tensed on my lap. "Do you think the servants know or suspect-"
Yvette shook her head quickly. "They suspect nothing. They are new here, as I am, and a routine has yet to be established. As a result, they are busy with their work." She glanced at a tiny watch on her wrist. "We have at least three hours. After that, I can lead Jim down the stairs at the rear of the house and he can catch a bus back to the city outside the rear gate of the grounds. The butler will not know how long he spent here, and the housekeeper will suspect nothing when she comes to discuss the dinner menu and schedule." She walked around the coffee table and looked down at us, holding out her hands. "But we must begin now. Three hours will pass very rapidly for us, and we might be tempted to endanger ourselves if we have not finished by then."
Shivers raced up and down my spine as she took one of my hands in her small, cool hand and grasped one of Daphne's hands with her other one. We walked toward the bedroom in a tight, close trio. I moved between her and Daphne, putting my arms around them. I slid my hand up Yvette's side and cupped her breast with my hand, and she smiled quickly up at me. I cupped Daphne's buttocks with my other hand, and she turned her head to press her face against my shoulder as we went into the bedroom.
We stopped in the bedroom near the bed, and my lips searched for Daphne's as I turned toward her. Her mouth opened wide as my tongue pushed between her lips, and the warm, sweet taste of her mouth filled mine once more as our saliva mingled. She surged against me and pressed herself to me as our lips sucked and pulled at each other, and Yvette put her arms around both of us as she watched us kiss. Daphne and I parted, our lips moving over each other wetly, and I looked down at Daphne and Yvette as they kissed. Their heads moved slightly with small, intense motions as their tongues probed into each other's mouth, and their hands moved more quickly as they grasped and felt each other and me. They pulled apart, their chests heaving and their faces slightly strained and flushed, then I bent down to kiss Yvette. There was a spicy, minty taste in her mouth as her lips parted and moved under mine, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth as she softly closed her teeth on it. Both Daphne's and Yvette's hands moved up and down me, then they both moved downward to press and fondle the bulge in my pants which my throbbing cock made as it thrust outward. The fragrance of the two women in my arms and the feel of their warm bodies made the blood race to my head and pound in a throbbing, dizzy rhythm, and I clenched my arm more tightly around Yvette as I sucked her lips into mine. One of her hands fondled my cock as her other hand squeezed and kneaded one of Daphne's breasts, and Daphne clenched her arms tightly around both of us as she tucked her head tightly against my chest. We kissed and fondled each other until our chests were heaving and our breath was coming in gasps, then we moved apart and began undressing.
My hands raced over the buttons on my clothes, and I quickly jerked them off and dropped them to the floor. Yvette was almost as quick, and her slender, white body was completely naked only a moment after I had pulled my shorts down and let my cock spring out as it throbbed in a taut, tingling hardon. Yvette smiled up at me as I looked down at her, letting my eyes roam over the small, firm breasts, the slender stomach, her tiny waist, and her full hips. Her skin was almost translucently white, and the small patch of black curly hair between her softly rounded thighs made a sharp contrast with her skin. She put her hand on my stomach and let it slide down to my cock, then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave it a quick squeeze before she turned to Daphne to help her finish undressing.
Daphne had everything but her bra and panties off, and she was reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra. Yvette put her arms around Daphne and grasped her wrists, then she pulled Daphne's hands away from the bra clasp. Daphne smiled down at Yvette as she dropped her arms on the smaller woman's shoulders, and Yvette pressed her naked body against Daphne as she reached around to unfasten the bra. It loosened, and Yvette slowly pulled at away as Daphne's full, taut breasts were exposed. They stood straight out from her body in gleaming beauty, and Yvette quickly mouthed one of them as she dropped the bra to the floor. I put my arm around Daphne and bent over to run the tip of my tongue around the nipple on the other one, and Daphne wrapped her fingers around my cock and leaned against me as Yvette and I sucked at her breasts. Her nipple quickly became firm and hard under my lips, and I let more and more of her breast slide into my mouth. I put my hand on Daphne's flat stomach and let it slide down toward her pussy, and my hand met Yvette's as she felt Daphne's pussy. Yvette moved her hand to one side so I could slide my fingers along Daphne's soft vulva, and Daphne moved her feet apart to spread her legs so we could both feel the soft bun of hair and flesh between her thighs. I slid my other hand down Daphne's back, fondling her satin smooth skin under my fingers, then I slipped my hand into the back of her panties so I could feel her firm ass.
My cock was trembling and throbbing in an almost painfully hard erection as I pressed myself against the two beautiful women, and I ached to taste their delectable bodies in my mouth and to drive my cock deep into their warm, eager bodies. Yvette's head touched mine as she bent her legs and slowly lowered herself to move her lips and tongue down Daphne's body. She put her fingers into Daphne's panties and pulled them down as her lips and tongue teased Daphne. I could feel shivers and tremors passing through Daphne's body as she leaned against me. Yvette pulled the panties off Daphne's feet, then pressed her mouth against Daphne's vulva. Daphne spread her legs wide apart and flexed her knees slightly as she pressed herself forward against Yvette's sucking mouth, and she moaned slightly as she turned toward me and began kissing and licking at my chest. I covered the back of her neck and shoulders with kisses and trailed my tongue back and forth across her shoulders. Daphne began whimpering and her mouth opened wide as she licked at my chest with long strokes of her tongue, and I could feel her body moving as Yvette's tongue probed harder into her pussy. Yvette moved back from Daphne's pussy and started to stand up, then she paused as she turned to look at my cock. Every muscle in my body suddenly tensed; raging sensations tore through me as Yvette darted forward and took my cock in her mouth, and she let my cock slowly slide back out of her mouth as she pressed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly around the head of my cock when it slid back out of her mouth, then she stood up and urged me and Daphne toward the bed.
Daphne and I lay down side by side, and Yvette slipped up over the foot of the bed on her hands and knees. She crawled up over Daphne and the tip of her tongue danced around Daphne's nipples. Daphne closed her eyes and sighed softly as her nipples stood straight up, and Yvette began moving back and forth between the soft mounds of flesh, sucking and licking at them. Yvette's hand reached out toward me and her fingernails began moving softly over my chest and stomach in tantalizing circles as she sucked at Daphne's breasts. Then her fingers moved lower on my body as her mouth moved down Daphne's. I looked at Yvette as she caressed Daphne's body, and my cock stood straight up from me in a trembling hardon as my eyes moved over the beautiful women. I put my hand out and felt Daphne's breasts as Yvette's mouth moved down from them, and Daphne's hands covered mine and pressed it down harder against the yielding mound. Yvette's mouth moved back and forth across the bun of hair between Daphne's thighs, and her fingers began moving around my cock and balls. Daphne whimpered louder as she flexed her knees and spread her legs wide apart, and Yvette's head moved up and down as she licked Daphne's pussy with long strokes of her tongue. Yvette's hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed them, then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began massaging it as she stuck her tongue out and ran it through the crack of Daphne's vulva. Daphne's body jerked convulsively and her whimpering was suddenly louder as Yvette's tongue touched her clitoris. Daphne clutched at me and I held her trembling body against mine as the blood pounded in my head from the firm pressure of Yvette's small hand massaging my cock.
Daphne suddenly spread her legs wide apart and held her feet up in the air as she opened her pussy completely to Yvette's probing tongue. I cupped her breasts in my hands and massaged them as she writhed on the bed and tossed her head wildly from side to side. I fondled her firm breasts for a moment, then began to run my lips and tongue along her shoulder, kissing her and touching her satin skin with the tip of my tongue. Yvette gripped her thighs as she rapidly flicked her tongue back and forth across her clitoris, then Daphne surged in my arms as Yvette's head sunk lower and her tongue probed between Daphne's buttocks. The tip of Yvette's tongue found Daphne's anus and probed into it, and Daphne cried out as she thrashed convulsively. Yvette fucked Daphne in the ass with her tongue for a moment, then she moved back up to her clitoris. She settled her head firmly between Daphne's thighs, then her head moved with short, quick, bobbing motions as she tongued Daphne's clitoris. She remained in that position for long moments as Daphne's movements became more intense and urgent, and I increased the pace of my hands squeezing Daphne's breasts as she began to quiver in the initial spasms of a climax.
Yvette suddenly pulled back from Daphne's pussy, and Daphne fell limply back onto the bedspread with a long sigh. I was looking at Daphne and waiting for her to turn her head toward me so I could kiss her, when Yvette suddenly seized my cock with both hands and her mouth descended on it. She opened her mouth wide and let the head of my cock slide all the way to the back of her throat as she pressed downward with a circular motion of her head, and I almost cried out from the sensation which roared through me. She pressed my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then began rapidly bobbing her head up and down. She was expert at working a man's cock with her mouth, because each movement produced the most intense pleasure as she paced her movements in a rhythm which forced me inexorably into a white-hot rage of passion. She rolled her tongue around the head of my cock with each downward movement, then exerted an ecstatic sucking pressure in her mouth as she pulled her head back up. She occasionally moved her head in a circular motion or from side to side as my cock sunk between her red lips, making the skin on my cock tingle from the feel of her hot mouth, and she constantly squeezed my balls with a pressure which was just short of painful. She kept one hand on Daphne's pussy, and her fingers slowly moved back and forth across Daphne's vulva to keep her in an aroused state while she brought me to a peak of sensation. Yvette suddenly pulled her mouth from my cock and dragged her tongue down it, then she sucked at my balls. My legs involuntarily spread apart as her hot, damp mouth caressed my balls, then she pushed her head further down and probed between my buttocks with the tip of her tongue. I moaned and every muscle in my body began straining as I felt her tongue touch my anus. She pushed my buttocks further apart with her hand as she stiffened her tongue and pushed it against my anus, then my muscles knotted as it slid in. Daphne's mouth was suddenly on mine and her tongue was probing between my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her tongue in, then she began bobbing her head up and down to fuck me in the mouth with her tongue while Yvette fucked me in the ass with her tongue. My hands moved over Daphne's body, squeezing and feeling her, and her hands pulled at my skin as we surged together. Yvette's mouth moved back across my balls to my cock, then the tight stricture of her mouth was once more sliding up and down my cock. The come in my loins began ballooning and straining against my control from the battering sensations which flowed over me, and I began quivering in the first quick lunges of a climax. Yvette perceived what was happening to me and she pulled her mouth from my cock.
The feeling of dissatisfaction which shot through me when Yvette took her mouth from my cock rapidly dissipated when Yvette urged Daphne to lie on top of me. Daphne's soft, warm body slowly rolled over onto mine, then I could feel Yvette's hand on my cock as she guided it toward Daphne's pussy. Daphne raised her hips as Yvette pressed her stomach upward with her hand, then Yvette parted Daphne's vulva with her fingers and opened her pussy for my cock. Daphne's hips slowly lowered, the head of my cock touched her vulva, then penetrated her. Daphne and I gasped and jerked as it slid into her, then Daphne began pressing downward to take more of it in. Her hips moved slowly and cautiously at first as her pussy slowly absorbed my cock. I could still feel Yvette's fingers around my cock as she held it straight for Daphne's pussy to take it in. Daphne's movements became more strong and sure as more and more of my cock slid into her, and my hips began responding as the sensation of Daphne's hot pussy around my cock began to flow through me.
I slid my hands down Daphne's body and felt the warm, smooth skin on her back. Yvette took her hand away from my cock as Daphne began surging strongly down against me. I could feel the rolling movements of Daphne's muscles as I caressed the firm flesh of her back, and she panted against my chest as she steadily lunged down on my cock. I gripped my hands tightly on her back to stop her movements, then began thrusting my hips upward to fuck her. She spread her legs wider and braced herself on her knees as she held herself wide open for me, and my cock began sinking into her up to the widest part of its base.
Daphne's mouth suddenly opened wider and she gave a long, low moan. I looked over her shoulder at Yvette. Yvette had pressed Daphne's buttocks wide apart and she was pushing the tip of her tongue into Daphne's anus. Daphne started lurching downward again as the sensation of Yvette's tongue raced through her, but Yvette gripped her thighs strongly to keep her from moving. I pressed my hands harder on Daphne's back to help Yvette keep her from moving, then I began slamming my cock into her pussy as Yvette assfucked her with her tongue. Daphne's face became flushed and contorted, and she strained against our hands as we held her and forced her to an ultimate peak of sensation. Her breathing became more and more labored, and her muscles began trembling steadily. Long moments passed as Yvette and I relentlessly forced her up to the peak of climax, then battered her over it. She became absolutely motionless as her muscles strained and pulled at each other, then she began quivering all over. The shaking movements turned into rolling ripples which spread from her shoulders down to her hips, and her stomach surged in waves as she undulated rapidly down on my cock. The sensation of her hot pussy swallowing my cock and the feel of Yvette's soft body on my legs strained my control almost to the breaking point, and I ground my teeth together as I managed to keep the come from rushing upward. Daphne collapsed on me with a final shudder, then moaned weakly as she fumbled at me with her hands. I took her hands in mine and pulled them up to my head, and she laced her fingers into my hair as she relaxed and waited for her breathing to return to normal. After a few minutes she rolled over and slid off of my body, and she looked at me with a trembling smile.
"That was the best time I've ever had. I thought I was going to die."
"I thought I was going to either come or explode. If your orgasm had come just a moment later, then I would've had one at the same time." I turned my head and glanced down at the foot of the bed. "Are you still with us, Yvette?"
She giggled and cupped my balls in her hand. "I am still here. We must do something for your friend, Daphne. He hasn't had an orgasm yet."
Daphne raised herself on her elbow and looked down at Yvette. "What do you think we should do?"
"Come here and let's discuss it."
Daphne slowly turned around on the bed, and she and Yvette rested their heads on my thighs as they whispered. Daphne's smooth, firmly rounded thighs were near my head, and I ran my hands back and forth on them to feel her smooth skin. I slid my hands over the back of her thighs, then I moved my hands on down to her hips and fondled them. I pressed her firm flesh with my fingers and palms, and she slowly moved closer to me as I felt her. She and Yvette whispered for a moment, then giggled as Daphne pressed her face down on my thighs and began kissing and nibbling them. The sight of the two beautiful women curled up on the bed around my legs was maddening, and the sensation of Daphne moving her head back and forth along my thighs made my cock throb. Her hand moved upward to grasp my cock and massage it, and her head moved slowly up my thighs. Yvette watched her, stroking her hair and fondling her back as she whispered instructions, and Daphne's mouth reached my balls. Her lips tugged and pulled at my balls, then her tongue flicked back and forth from side to side on them. Her tongue moved on up to the base of my cock, and she slowly traced the tip of it up to the head of my cock. My cock throbbed and trembled from the fiery sensation of her tongue touching it, and I slid my head down to her thighs and began kissing them. I felt the muscles tense in her legs as I nibbled at her thighs, and she faltered a moment as her tongue circled the head of my cock. I pushed her thighs apart and pressed my lips to her vulva, and she trembled slightly as she opened her mouth to let the head of my cock slide in. She closed her lips on the head of my cock and sucked at it, then she opened her mouth wide and let my cock slide all the way in as I probed into her pussy with the tip of my tongue. I felt Yvette's hands on the back of my thighs, pressing them apart, then her hot, wet tongue speared between my buttocks.
I spread my legs apart, and the tip of Yvette's tongue began playing around my anus as Daphne's head moved back and forth on my cock. The combined sensations of the two women's mouths made waves of ecstasy roll over me, and I began flicking my tongue rapidly back and forth on Daphne's clitoris. Her thighs opened wide around my head as she opened her pussy for my tongue, and her hips began thrusting her pussy at my face. The pungent taste of her hot body filled my mouth, enhancing the sensations which were roaring through me. My breath caught in my throat as my lungs labored for air, and my muscles began twitching involuntarily. Yvette's stiff tongue probed deeper into my anus, and she began to twist it around and wriggle it back and forth. She dragged her fingernails slowly up and down the back of my thighs, and my nerves began to tingle from the onslaught of sensations. Daphne was responding strongly to the feel of my tongue stroking her clitoris, and I could sense another climax building up in her. I concentrated on increasing her. pleasure to keep my climax under control, but I felt the semen steadily ballooning in me with almost unbearable pressure. I quickened the pace of my tongue on her clitoris to bring her to a climax more quickly, and she began trembling all over as her hips tightened and undulated rapidly against me. She whimpered and moaned in a muffled voice as her head bounced up and down on my cock, and she grasped at my legs with her hands as my body began to respond to her mouth. Yvette gripped my thighs to hold me still so she could keep her tongue in my asshole, and Daphne moved her hands from my legs to my hips to keep me from moving. Daphne began lunging wildly and thrashing around in my arms as I felt my control begin to slip, then we burst into a simultaneous climax. I felt the hot come gush upward from my body and pour out through my cock, and Daphne choked slightly as she drank it. Her body lurched against mine as she gulped the come down, and Yvette bobbed her head back and forth as she fucked me rapidly in the asshole with the tip of her tongue. My muscles clenched and knotted as the come spurted out of my cock in wave after wave, and Daphne kept sucking my cock and squeezing my balls to press all of it out of me while she thrashed against me in her own orgasm. The sensations rose to a blurring peak, then suddenly ebbed. We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of naked limbs and lay motionless except for occasional tremors from residual sensations.
I slipped into a light doze, then woke a few minutes later. It felt as though I was covered with a sea of naked limbs and breasts. Daphne had turned toward me and clasped her arms around me, and Yvette had crept up beside me and pillowed her head in the hollow of my shoulder. I felt a warm tingle spread up from my balls through my belly as I savored the sensation of the beautiful woman pressing against me, their naked skin satin soft and their flesh warm and yielding. I turned toward Daphne and leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She murmured sleepily as she rolled away from me and curled up in a tight knot on the edge of the bed. I looked down at Yvette, and she was smiling up at me.
"She is tired. It appears that your endurance is greater than hers."
"Looks like it's left up to you and me, then." A slight shadow crossed her face as her expression darkened momentarily, then it was gone and she was smiling up at me again. She took my cock between her fingers and massaged it gently, and it slowly began expanding. She pillowed her head on my chest and looked down at my cock as she caressed it, and when it began stiffening she wrapped her fingers around it and began moving her hand up and down. She turned her head and looked into my eyes again. "It appears that you can have another climax, yes?"
I slid my hand slowly up and down her back, feeling her soft skin and warm flesh. "Yes I can, and I want to very much."
Her smile widened, and she moved quickly down to my cock. She hovered over it as she peeled the foreskin back, then she took it gently into her mouth and began moving her head up and down. The sight of the beautiful woman taking my cock into her mouth and the feel of her hot, wet mouth on my cock made the blood begin pounding in me again, and my cock rapidly swelled to a full hardon. Her head moved in longer strokes as my cock swelled and expanded, and she began massaging my balls with one hand while she gripped the thick base of my cock with the other. I watched her for a few moments as she sucked and licked at my cock, then I sat up on the bed and pulled her legs toward me. She raised her head from my cock and looked at me. "What do you want?"
"I want to do the same thing to you."
Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, then she looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment. I put my hand on her thigh and pulled at it again, then a grateful smile slowly spread across her face as she quickly turned around with her pussy toward me. She was much shorter than me, so I had to bend my head at a sharp angle to reach her pussy. However, the tension which had built up in her body while she had aroused Daphne and me was so great that she began responding wildly from the first touch of my tongue on her pussy. Her vulva was small and narrow with a tiny crack, and I could almost cover it entirely with my tongue as I licked it. I took her entire pussy into my mouth and sucked at it, and she lunged against me as her head bobbed wildly on my cock. I parted her small vulva with my tongue and felt for her clitoris, and it sprang up erect under my tongue. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it for a moment, and her hips lurched wildly as she moaned and whimpered in her throat. My hands grasped and felt her thighs and her small, firm buttocks as my tongue danced over her clitoris, and her hips immediately began moving in the quick, surging motions of an approaching climax. I inexorably pressed her forward into an orgasm and she raised her mouth from my cock and buried her face in my thigh. My hands squeezed and fondled her body as my tongue made roaring sensations rage through her, and she burst into a climax with a small, sad cry. She thrashed against me with wild, uncontrolled convulsions as her body was wracked with ecstasy, then she collapsed on me.
I lay back with her calves on each side of my head, waiting for her to regain control over herself. Her breathing became calm after a moment, then she slid her legs back around as she propped herself on her elbow and looked at me.
"You are very expert. I have never been brought to an orgasm so quickly before."
"You were ready for it. You've been doing all the work, and you were very hot when I started."
"Perhaps so, but I haven't finished what I started." She smiled at me as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock again, then she started to creep forward to let it slide between her full, red lips again.
I was suddenly seized with a raging desire to fuck, to drive my cock into her yielding flesh. I sat up in the bed and took her shoulders in my hands as I pulled her toward me. She was opening her mouth to slide my cock between her lips when I grasped her, and she turned to look at me.
"I want to fuck you."
The shadow crossed her face again, then instantly disappeared. "Please let me bring you to a climax in my mouth. You will enjoy it, and it will give you pleasure to see me swallowing your come."
"No, I want pussy, not head."
"But I find sex in that manner distasteful. I prefer women, as you probably know, and the only pleasure I get from men is through my mouth. You made me have an orgasm and I want to please you in return, but I would prefer to do it with my mouth."
"No," I replied firmly. "I want to fuck you, and I want to do it now."
She opened her mouth to object again, then she looked into my eyes and saw my determination. She closed her mouth and nodded with a small, sad smile, then she turned around and lay on her back for me to fuck her. She spread her white, slender legs wide apart and held her pussy open for me, and I poised over her body with the head of my cock touching the nest of crisp black hair between her legs. She put her hands down and grasped the shaft of my cock to help me guide it into her, and I slowly undulated my hips as I spread her vulva apart with my fingers. It touched the lips of her pussy, pressed forward, then slid in. She sighed softly when the head of my cock penetrated her pussy, and I shuddered from the sensation of my cock sliding into the hot, tight channel. She pressed her heels against the bedspread and held her pussy up toward me, and I slowly rocked my hips back and forth as I pressed down on her. It slid further into her with each forward movement, then I began fucking her with the first few inches of my cock. She took her fingers away from the shaft of my cock and spread her arms out on the bed. She lay with her face averted as she passively waited for me to have a climax and spurt my come out into her belly. I remained poised over her as I kept fucking her, and I looked down at her slender white body as my cock sunk further into her. When the wide part of the base of my cock was sliding into her pussy, I relaxed and lay down on her and began fucking her with" long, firm strokes of my cock.
I slipped my hands under her and cupped her buttocks, squeezing and fondling them, and she still did not move. I slid a finger down into the cleft between her small, firm buttocks, and there was suddenly a responding quiver in her body. I felt for her anus with the tip of my finger, and she sighed softly as I found it. I pressed my finger into her anus and began fucking her with it, and her muscles tensed as she pressed her pussy up toward my probing cock. I bent down and searched for her breast with my mouth, and her hands laced through my hair as my lips closed over her nipple. I had difficulty keeping her breast in my mouth because she was so small, but I bent my back in a curve and managed to suck at her breast while I kept fucking her pussy with my cock and her asshole with my finger. I floated for long moments, savoring the feel of her slender, firm body under me and the sensation of my cock sliding into her tight pussy, and she gradually began responding fully. At first there were only tiny quivers and the barest suggestion of a thrust from her hips. Then the sensations I was causing in her body broke down the wall of her distaste for men and she began surging up against me. Moments later she was moaning and whimpering as she writhed on the bed and tossed her head from side to side, and I could feel the ripples of an approaching orgasm in her as my own control finally began to slip. I concentrated on her pleasure and paced the gradual erosion of my control to the state of her excitement, and she was tearing at the bedspread and lurching in spasms of agonized ecstasy when I was grinding my teeth together and grimly holding my semen down. She suddenly broke into an orgasm, and the feel of her slender body under mine and the knowledge that she had reached the peak of sensation brought the come rushing upward from me. It spurted out into her belly, and I drove it deep into her with driving thrusts of my trembling cock. She threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips as we slammed together and lurched at each other in convulsions, and I felt the strength drain from me with each spurt of come which gushed into her stomach. We collapsed on the bed and held each other as our chests heaved and our lungs strained for air.
We got up a few minutes later and went into the large, ornate bathroom next to the bedroom to wash, then we came back into the bedroom and dressed. Daphne still had not stirred, and Yvette pulled the edge of the bedspread across her naked body before we left.
We quietly crept down the back stairs and walked along a path which led to the back gate of the grounds. When we were away from the vicinity of the house, I tried to chat with Yvette, but she was quiet and serious as she walked along the path with her eyes on the ground. I finally took her hand in mine as we walked along. She glanced up at me with a slight wrinkle on her forehead, then it disappeared and she laced her fingers through mine. She stood with me at the bus stop while I waited for the bus. We still did not talk, but it was a companionable, unstrained silence. When the bus finally came into sight several blocks away, she glanced up at me and said something in French.
"What did you say, honey?"
"I said you are a beautiful, strong man. You are the first man who has made me enjoy sex for many years. I hope I shall see you again?"
"I'll get in touch with you in the next couple of days. Maybe we can meet somewhere on your day off."
She stood on tiptoe to kiss me softly on the lips, then she stood back on the shoulder of the road as the bus screeched to a stop. I climbed on the bus and waved to her from the window. She waved back with a hesitant motion of her hand, then folded her hands and looked up at me with a sad, forlorn expression on her face. I looked back as the bus rounded a corner further down the road, and she was still standing and looking at the bus.
CHAPTER FIVE
I went to the metropolitan airport the next morning to check on the schedule for the forthcoming air show, and I found that many of the entrants would be staying at the same hotel which had hosted the Shriners' convention. I took a bus bus back into the center of the city and went to the hotel to make arrangements for the photo coverage there, and I got to the first hint when the manager walked across the lobby toward me with a dark frown on his face.
"What sort of business do you have here?" he asked bluntly.
"What the fuck's wrong with you? If one of my checks bounced or something, I'll cover it for you."
I stared straight back into his eyes and some of his belligerence faded. "No, it's nothing like that. It's simply that some of the activities in which you engage are not in the best interests of the hotel. Please leave."
"What in the fuck are you talking about? Look, if there's been some sort of misunderstanding or something, just lay it out and we'll talk about it."
"There's been no misunderstanding. One of our guests during the Shriners' convention has been in, and he had the police with him. They were looking for you."
"Who?"
"Mr. James Wilkinson."
I knew who he would say before he mentioned the name, so I managed to keep my face blank while my thoughts raced wildly. The scheme of the little man who had wanted pictures of his competitor fucking had apparently backfired somehow, and anyone with a lot less intelligence than Wilkinson could have figured out who the most available photographer had been during the convention. "James Wilkinson?" I asked, shaking my head blankly. "I don't remember the name, but there was a hell of a lot of people here then. What's his problem? Maybe I should find him and talk to him about it-"
"I expect you will whether you want to or not. They asked if I had seen you since the convention, and I told them I had seen you only once since then. They wanted your address, which I don't have of course-"
"Well, shit, let me give it to you. If they come back here you can give it to them, or maybe I can find them. Did you notice what precinct the policeman was from?"
He looked at me with narrow, thoughtful eyes, then he shrugged. "Perhaps there has been some sort of misunderstanding. I overheard some of their conversation, and an attempt at blackmail was mentioned. Apparently Mr. Wilkinson recovered the blackmail material, whatever it was, but he thought you were involved-"
"Christ, I don't have anything to do with business which will get me into trouble with the police. I have more legitimate business than I can handle, so I don't fuck around with anything illegal."
I gripped myself with an iron control as I stood and casually talked to him when there was an urgent, compelling desire churning in me to break and run as fast as I could. We finally walked over to the registration desk and I scribbled out a phony address on a scrap of paper for him, then I told him that I had a wedding scheduled and had to leave. He believed my story, and he was much more congenial toward me when I left than he had been when I first entered.
The little man who had contracted the blackmail pictures had told me that Wilkinson was married, so I needed his address. I took a cab from the rank outside the hotel to the convention organizer's office, and the secretary outside his office immediately showed me in. He looked up with a smile as I entered. We made small talk for a moment, then I told him that I had checked my books and found that Wilkinson had overpaid me for his booklet, and I asked for his address so I could send him a refund. He fumbled through a filing cabinet for a moment, then called the secretary in from the outside office. She opened a drawer, plucked out a folder, then leafed through it and pulled out an address list. I copied the address on the piece of paper, shook hands with the man and nodded to the secretary, then I left.
I took a taxi to the apartment and got out a block from it. I approached the building slowly, looking for signs of police activity, then finally entered when everything appeared to be normal. Charlene was vacuuming the carpet in the living room when I entered.
"Charlene, get our shit together and let's get out of here."
"What's wrong?" she asked, her face blanching to a stark white.
"The police are after my ass, that's what's wrong. Now get our shit together and let's get out of here before I wind up in jail."
"Jim-" she said hesitantly as I started into the hall.
I turned toward her testily. "What the fuck is it, Charlene?"
She flushed from my glare and looked at me with frightened eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again.
"Honey, what in the hell is it? We're wasting time."
"Well, I called Nancy," she said timidly in a low voice.
"Christ Charlene, we can make small talk and discuss Nancy's welfare when we're out of this place. Come on and get our clothes packed."
"But she's coming here. I told her she could live with us."
I froze and ground my teeth together. Leaving and forgetting Nancy was out of the question. It was only a matter of time before the police would find where I lived, and Nancy would walk straight into a trap. She had committed no crime, but she knew too much about me. It was not only that she would know that Charlene and I were together, because I could always leave Charlene somewhere, but she could also furnish an exact description of me and of my car. "When will she get here, Charlene?"
"She'll be on the eight o'clock airplane."
I thought for a moment; that wasn't too bad. We could meet the airplane at the airport and catch her before she took a cab to the apartment, and we could all leave together from the airport. "All right, we'll meet her at the airport. Now for God's sake, Charlene, get our shit together and let's get out of here."
I got my money and the stack of pictures of Wilkinson fucking the blonde from the shelf in the bathroom while Charlene darted anxiously back and forth, trying-to do everything at once. I split the thick wad of money and stuffed it into my hip pockets, then I helped Charlene pack our things. We abandoned a lot of odds and ends to keep from carrying them, and we left quietly through the laundry room staircase with Charlene carrying one suitcase and an overnight bag, and me staggering under the weight of two large suitcases and my camera bag. We went through the short basement hall to the service entrance, and I pushed it open cautiously and looked out into the alley. There was no one there. We walked through the alley and around the corner to a taxi stand, and I began to feel somewhat more relieved when we loaded our things into the cab and climbed in.
The taxi let us off a block from the place where the car was stored, and we walked into the garage through the back entrance. I unlocked the car door and Charlene got in the front seat. I put my camera bag and her overnight bag in the back seat, then I put my suitcases into the trunk. The attendant came walking along the aisle to see what all the car door slamming was about, and I met him halfway. We walked to his small office at the corner of the large, barn-like building and we wrote me out a receipt for the money, then I went back to the car.
The engine slowly turned over with a dragging, growling sound when I flipped the key switch over to start, and I released the key as I pumped the accelerator and cursed; the battery had discharged during the weeks the car had been in storage. The engine coughed when I tried again, and I released the switch as I pumped the accelerator some more. The third time I tried it caught, faltered for a heart-stopping instant, then began running. I held the accelerator down and ran the engine at a high rpm for several minutes, then I let it idle. It ran roughly and labored when it idled back down, so I raced it for a few more minutes. When I let up on the accelerator the next time it purred quietly. Charlene gave me a frightened smile as I turned to look behind the car and back it out.
I had a moment of almost panic stricken fright as I drove back by the apartment house. There was a patrol car and an unmarked police car parked outside it, and several policemen were standing on the sidewalk and talking to a man. The man looked vaguely familiar, but I could not place him.
"That's the man you whipped in the laundry room," Charlene said quietly. "He's telling the police where we live."
I glanced at her pale, frightened face and wide, unblinking eyes, then I looked back at the men on the sidewalk. The man was talking animatedly to the policemen and pointing up at a corner on the second floor, where our apartment was. I turned right at the next corner and they were out of sight, but worry was a small, nagging voice in the back of my mind. They were hot on my trail, and they would know I'd left as soon as they checked the inside of the apartment.
I pulled into a large shopping center between the apartment and the airport, and parked the car in the middle of dozens of other cars. I went to a small post office, bought an airmail envelope, then addressed it to Wilkinson's wife at his home address. I stood at a corner of the narrow countertop with my back to the rest of the post office as I rubbed each of the prints against my sleeve to get all the fingerprints off them, then I stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it. I dropped it into a letter slot and went back out to the car.
Charlene was so worried and distraught that she was on the point of breaking down and crying, which would have .attracted the attention of everyone in sight. I took her to a couple of dress and women's sports shops in the shopping center, but she showed only idle interest in the clothes and things. We finally came to a movie theater at one end of the shopping center, I bought a couple of tickets and took her in, and the movie completely captured her attention. By the time we came back out, it was dark and the shopping center parking lot was almost empty.
I almost got into an accident on the way to the airport and that made me even more nervous than before, so I sent Charlene in to meet Nancy while I sat in the car. It was almost thirty minutes later when I saw their small forms zigzagging through the rows of parked cars and hurrying toward my car. Nancy was carrying her baby and Charlene was carrying Nancy's suitcase. I got out of the car and opened the trunk to put the suitcase inside, and Nancy's face was pale as she looked up at me in the darkness and asked me what had happened. I cut her off brusquely as I tossed the suitcase in the trunk and slammed it down, then I climbed in the car and started the engine.
Nancy and Charlene had a traffic jam in the door on their side, and Charlene finally got in first to sit by me. There was several minutes of silence as I pulled out of the parking lot and paid at the toll booth, then we were on the freeway and I began to relax.
I told both of them what had happened and what had gone wrong, and they both sat and listened in silence while I talked. I finished talking and we all sat and looked out the windshield as the tires beat against the freeway and the headlights of passing cars made moving shadows in the car. The glow of the city was behind us when Nancy finally stirred and began talking about what had happened to her. Her husband had been picked up by the police the day before and sent back to prison for breaking parole and a couple of other offenses, and she had told him that she would file for a divorce. She said that he had developed homosexual tendencies while in prison and had spent very little time with her, and his child seemed to mean little to him. She finally trailed off into silence, then a few minutes later she and Charlene began chatting. The problem over who would sit by me in the car had made me wary of the possibility of haggling between them, but both of them appeared to be trying to get along with the other.
I stopped at a filling station to check on oil, water, tires, and to fill the tank, and both of them were dozing when I got back into the car. Hours later, when I stopped again, Nancy sat up and rubbed her neck as she winced wryly, then she got into the back seat and lay down while the attendant was filling the tank. When daylight broke I had put well over two tanks of gasoline through the car, but we were safe and I was looking for a place to sleep and eat. I took the down ramp at a concentration of tourist accommodations by the freeway and pulled into a motel parking parking lot. When the car stopped, Nancy and Charlene stirred and sat up as they looked around, yawning and rubbing their eyes. When I came back out from registering in the motel, they were fussing with the baby and changing its diaper.
I went to a cafe across the street and got a bag of ham and egg sandwiches to go, and Charlene and Nancy had both bathed and dressed in their pajamas by the time I got back. I ate my sandwich and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and the room was dark when I came back out. The blinds had been drawn and the lights were off, and I stumbled around in the dark for a moment while I tried to find somewhere to hang my clothes. I draped them across a chair I almost fell over, then I walked to the bed. Charlene and Nancy were both in it. I stood at the side of the bed and looked down at them for a moment, listening to their breathing to see if they were awake.
The silence was broken by a giggle from Nancy. "Well, get in the bed, silly. We're waiting."
"We?"
"We. Charlene and I flipped a coin. She's first and I'm second."
There was a giggle from Charlene and another chuckle from Nancy as I pulled back the cover and slipped into the bed. Eager hands grasped at me as hot lips searched for mine. A warm, comfortable feeling flowed through me and a tingle spread up from my balls as demanding lips met mine and my hands fondled satin-smooth skin and firm flesh.
