Although the act of cunnilingus-in this instance, a man making love to a woman with his mouth-is becoming commonplace, we have witnessed no other novel within which cunnilingus is the prime story line. Thus, we believe this book is a "First"; a unique contribution to socio-sexual literature.
ONE
I backed my car down the gravel drive and into the quiet, suburban street. I was not yet certain of my destination, though seductive as ever in my consciousness was the image of Jill Brown, warm and always willing to take me into her own magic world a world that satisfied my very specialized sexual drive.
But Roby Small, John Price and I had planned to get together that evening to discuss the possibility of making commercial adult movies on our hours off from FAA jobs. Some of the other guys had recently gone into greyhound racing, but Roby had said there was more money in sexy flicks. And I could use some extra money, with Nicki pregnant and everything.
Nicki, my wife. She should have been back there at the house. She should have been resting. But she wasn't at home. The old station wagon was gone, and I figured she'd gone off to Edna and Pete Major's house.
The gap between us was getting so wide that now it scarcely seemed strange when I'd come home at mealtime to find Nicki gone and no food waiting.
The image of Jill danced before my eyes, and I could practically feel her nipples, hard with passion, beneath my fingers. I shrugged and turned my car in the direction of her house.
As I gazed down the street, two young girls caught my eye. They wore miniskirts and had beautiful, smooth, bare legs. Momentarily, I closed my eyes and imagined the velvety texture of their young thighs, actually felt my lips slide over them, and, inwardly. I shivered. My desires had grown strong and were almost overwhelming. I was going to have to do something about them.
I passed a hand through my dark hair and said "Fuck."
Then I thought about our proposed movie-making. "Our policy will be to show more tits, asses and pussies than any other company," I'd told John and Roby. An eroticist myself, I thought I possessed an instinct for selecting the most sexually stimulating poses and situations.
"You're a whoremonger at heart, Nord Southgate!" Roby had told me. "But I also know what those goddamned, horny ass-holes want who are willing to pay two bucks for a show! They want to look at naked broads and come in their pants!"
Broads like Jill Brown, I thought, imagining their eyes bugging out at her. My chuckle rose to a booming belly laugh.
Jill was a pretty little red-head who did secretarial work for the FAA and had ambitions to become an actress. Everyone liked Jill. And every time I'd looked at her, I'd gotten a hard-on. I'd wanted a piece of her sweet little ass, but bad! For me, she'd been desire at first sight a healthy, active, and sometimes lonely girl, the kind you wanted to eat, drink, and be merry with with emphasis on the eat, which is my particular line, or, if you want, my hang-up. Eating pussy cunnilingus, they call it was one of the things which was separating Nicki and me. The only way you can envision my wife is to imagine her sitting primly in some church pew.
Not that she'd always been a blue-nose. When I first married her, I was able to detect a volcano beneath Nicki's primness. But somehow I never was able to make her sexually erupt in the special way I wanted her to. The condition may have been partly my fault, though the thought offended me, challenged my manhood. I stepped harder on the accelerator as I urged my car toward Jill's house.
She lived in a quiet section of our city. There were fewer street lights here than in my own neighborhood, and the homes were cheaper, too, but still quite comfortable and respectable. I parked in front of the little frame house and involuntarily scanned the street. I couldn't help having a sense of guilt from leading a life of deception. I went up and knocked softly on the door.
In a matter of moments, Jill Brown opened the door. She stared at me in some astonishment.
"Nord," she said. "Come in. I didn't expect you. Why didn't you call?"
"I wasn't sure I could make it," I said. "Does it matter?"
"No," she said softly and swiftly, "It doesn't matter at all."
Once inside, she closed the door, and I took her in my arms and kissed her. The quick dartings of her tongue made me forget any doubts about my welcome. I clutched her body to me, her magnificent breasts yielding. My hands groped beneath her thin blouse, and she pulled away, smiling, her lips moist and parted.
"Just wait a minute, honey," she said. "You caught me in the middle of something important."
She pointed across her small living room to a tape recorder on her coffee table. The machine was on, and I knew she'd been doing some recording Shakespeare, or something. Drama was the center of her life, the thing that gave it existence and purpose. She was only twenty-one. Her mother was dead, and her father spent most of his time in Aruba for an oil company. She could have been with him, but she'd told me she preferred her independence.
She'd been engaged to a young man about a year ago, but she'd broken it off because, as she'd told me, she couldn't stand the thought of being tied down, at least not just yet.
"You're working on something new?" I asked.
"Yes. Listen. Tell me if you like it."
She went over and ran the tape back.
"You know me," I said, smiling. "I'm no drama critic. But I like everything about you!"
I reached for her, but she twisted away lightly and crossed the room. "You're fresh!" she said. "I think that's your specialty!"
"Let me show you my specialty!" I said, moving my tongue over my lips. I watched her swing her beautifully flaring hips. I wanted her, but she put me off as she fooled with the tape recorder.
"Keep your distance, mister!" she said, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, imitating me. "You see, I had an inspiration, and I've got to grab it before it leaves me."
"The same thing goes for me," I said through a tight, dry throat. I could no longer control the desperation of my desire.
I grabbed her, and she did not resist. The mike dropped to the floor. I pulled her blouse over her head, and she raised her arms to help me. I unsnapped her bra, and her naked tits were a glory to behold. I paused to savor her visually as she proudly held back her shoulders. I seized her, a choked sound of hunger in my throat.
"You're hot for it, aren't you?" she asked.
"Hell, yes!" I said.
Her tongue was probing my ear. Pretty soon, she whispered, "Your wife's pregnant, isn't she?"
"Seven months along," I said.
"You want to do it to me like you did to your wife?" She pressed herself against me and started a circular motion. With a moan, she clutched at me and sank to the floor, pulling me down with her, her fingers in my hair. Our mouths met in an urgent exchange, and she writhed. Her fingers flicked over my body, arousing me to uncontrollable passion. "Now, do it to me like you did to your wife," she said.
"My wife won't go for what I like," I said. "Will you?"
"Try me and see," she said.
I suggested we go to her bedroom and get out of our clothes. In the bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes and ordered Jill to do the same. My four-inch cock was throbbing and hard as steel as I stood naked before Jill. She was naked, too, and full of anticipation, the same as I was.
I told her to get on the bed, and when she did, I approached her, reaching out for her beautiful, naked boobs. I pressed my hard-on between her legs, and she squirmed.
"Lie still!" I said.
"Oh, now!" she cried. "Now!" She arched herself and matched my movements with furious and yet rhythmic abandon, her eyes closed, her fingers raking my neck.
I stopped and raised up a moment to stare down at her large, beautiful breasts.
"Oh, fuck me!" she begged, circling my neck with her arms. Coolly, I accepted her passionate embraces, her smothering kisses. "You're so good-looking," she sighed, still begging me to ram it to her.
I leaped upon her, the full weight of my body smashing down on hers. My cock found her wet pussy lips, parted them, and slid in. I began fucking, making sure that every thrust went as deep as I could possibly send it.
But she was loose, and my cock was small. It was no good, and it made me feel sort of sick. I stopped and rested a while, disgusted at what our bodies had just done together.
"Let me suck you," she said.
I shifted until my hard cock was just below her mouth. She grabbed it with her lips and swallowed its silky-textured head, licking the drop of natural lubricant from its tip. Then her fingers grabbed its hairy base and squeezed the blood-filled shaft. She began moaning, making wet sounds over my cock with her lips. I sank my prick into her throat.
"Oh, Christ!" I panted, my belly rigid, the muscles in my thighs rock-hard.
I felt her tongue lash the underside of my glans, and I was about to come. With an animal sound, I tore my organ from her throat and held it against my quivering belly until some of the sweet agony left.
"Now, let me," I said.
I rolled on my back and pulled Jill above me. Her dark nipples grazed my mouth, before she slipped upward until her cunt was where her tits had been. I buried my head between her silky legs and closed my mouth over her juicy pussy.
As I probed and sucked, I ran my hand over her warm belly and along her naked hips. My cock throbbed between my legs. Jill's pussy hairs touched my lips as my tongue darted in and out of my hungry mouth to find her juicy hole. I grasped her thighs and pulled her closer to my mouth.
I sank my hot tongue into her body, then withdrew it slowly, only to sink it deeply again.
She moaned and writhed as I continued to eat her with my mouth. I closed my eyes and was content. Perhaps I was crazy but my happiness was greatest when I had my tongue in a woman's sensitive region. I clasped her thighs and worked my hot tongue until I found her clit. She shivered and cried out as I enclosed it with my lips, then raised and lowered my head, becoming mindless as I immersed myself in the act and enjoyed the pleased grunts coming from Jill.
I liked sucking pussies. For me, it was the ultimate in love, a psychotic need in me that couldn't be stilled. I moaned, "Oh, Christ, you're great!"
I thrust my tongue deeper, and Jill spasmed, then pulled away from me.
"Let's do it together," she said.
We switched to a sixty-nine position, and again, Jill's mouth fed on my cock. She ran her lips down my hot column of flesh until she had it all in her throat. She played with my balls and tickled my ass with her fingertip.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I moaned.
I tried to give her the same thrills she was giving me. But right in the middle of everything, I had to remember my wife, Nicki. Now, in her late pregnancy, she was loose and no good in the ordinary way. I'd wanted to go in through the back door, but she wouldn't let me.
"It will hurt," she'd told me.
"Then let me suck you!"
I'd practically forced her that time I'd sucked her cunt. But it had been thrilling, better than any other pussy I'd ever sucked. I'd felt so much love for Nicki, doing it that way, that afterward I hadn't wanted to do it any other way.
And I'd known that I'd given her more satisfaction with my tongue than with my under-sized cock. I'd always been somewhat ashamed of my small penis. But I was proud as a peacock of my tongue work!
Recently, I'd felt impotent at times, trying to do it with Nicki. Maybe it was because of her condition. Maybe it was because I'd masturbated frequently at the time of puberty. Anyway, my erection was now sometimes pretty weak, and I felt that something was changing my entire psychic nature, making me timid, morose, solitary, melancholic and despondent at times. I was often discontented, peevish and ill-humored.
At such times, it was my habit to go fishing, seeking the out-of-doors in an effort to restore my manhood. Perhaps it was Nicki's condition which caused me to often ejaculate too soon. I'd learned that if I didn't try copulation, my erections lasted longer.
I'd talked to our company doctor about it a time or two, but I got no help. Maybe it was because I hadn't told him all.
I'd been seduced by an older boy to the practice of masturbation when I was thirteen, and though I was married, I still continued the practice sometimes. Since Nicki had become pregnant, the practice had grown. In the marital act, I often had to call up the images of sexy women, otherwise complete libido was missing. My erotic dreams were filled with gorgeous female images, and often I was a screaming vortex of licentious lewdness, imagining myself eating every one of them.
Suddenly, I felt my belly go rigid. I was ready to come! But I held my own climax back and plunged my tongue into Jill faster and faster. I lashed inside my partner until crazy sounds escaped from her throat. I knew she was reaching her climax, too.
I felt my own spurts of semen splash deep into her throat. She swallowed and whimpered as I kept my mouth on her cunt, sucking, teasing. She milked my softening cock clean, and I relaxed and sighed.
"You really dig a good suck job, don't you?" she asked weakly.
Briefly, I lifted my head and nodded. "Almost as much as giving one," I said. "There's nothing so good as eating pussy "
I raised up and studied my young, red-headed partner. Naked, she was beautiful, with nice, silky thighs. I held her thighs to my chin and let her strain to me. Once more, my tongue darted into her open, defenseless cunt, and I lunged deep.
I felt a ripple go through her body as though she was reaching another climax.
My tongue probed her wetness and found her clitoris. She moaned at what I was doing to her, and I was in heaven. As I sucked, she went into spasms, clawing, babbling, her face a distorted mask. I felt myself coming again, and then I creamed all over her belly as my tongue went over her hard clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her back.
Extreme pleasure boiled up in me.
"Ahhh," I sighed.
After I'd brought her to a climax, I pulled my mouth away, panting like a dog that had run a great distance.
She lay there, a twisted mass of flesh, biting her lips.
"Smile, honey," I said. "No woman can be sad after I've tongued her! Look, you're completely satisfied!"
"Satisfied, yes," she moaned, "-but tired, tired-"
* * * *
After we'd showered and dressed, I kissed Jill on the neck, then said, "I guess I'd better get home."
I stopped abruptly. I'd made it a rule never to mention home or my wife to another bed partner. I wanted to keep my two worlds apart and intact. I guess I wanted uninhibited sex, but I also wanted a home life. If only the two could be combined, I mused. But that seemed impossible-
I found myself asking, "Jill, why do you keep letting me do it to you?"
She stared at me, then grinned. "After what we just did, do you really have to ask that question?"
"But I'm married and I'm pretty well tied down with my work. It's a good question, and I'm going to ask it again. Why do you keep seeing me?"
"Maybe it's because you're so fatherly," she teased.
"Maybe. I'm flattered anyway. We get along fine-"
"Cut it! Just accept it and don't ask questions!"
"Okay," I said. "Now, I'd better go."
* * * *
When I reached our house, Nicki was home. She wanted me to take her for a ride. "A ride will do me good," she said. "It will do the baby good, too."
"But you just-"
"I know. I drove over to see Edna Major. But I want to sit back and relax and let you drive. Okay?"
I looked down at Nicki's swollen belly and wanted to laugh with happiness. After two years of waiting and hoping, and seven months of knowing the miracle had finally happened, it still seemed hardly true that Nicki was going to have a baby.
I was twenty-six and Nicki was twenty-four, and now that the baby was coming, maybe things would change. Maybe we'd have everything to be happy for. We owned our own home on Elm Avenue, in a new development in Alton City, and maybe we could regain our love. Maybe all we needed to make life truly perfect was a baby. And now, at last, we were going to have one!
We'd haunted doctors' offices during most of the past two years, had taken all kinds of tests and shots and pills. There was nothing wrong with either of us, the doctors had said, but all the same, we'd about given up hope when Nicki finally conceived.
The fact that Nicki hadn't become pregnant had made me feel guilty. I didn't know why. I knew that unearned sexual guilt had destroyed more people than the horrendous plagues of olden days, that man must be free through the acquisition of truth.
But I hadn't known the truth. I'd wondered if some of my way-out sexual habits might have been the cause.
I led Nicki out to my car. As I looked at her, I got to thinking. I knew that what I'd just done with Jill would seem shameless to Nicki, and to a lot of other people, that when a man and woman married, they were supposed to be loyal to each other, that my hang-up would seem perverted, abnormal, deviant.
But to me, however, it seemed all right. In other parts of the world it was not uncommon for a man to share his wife with another male.
So why not reverse it? I'd read that it was the practice among certain Eskimo tribes. And I'd read, too, that in India there was a tribe known as the Toda, a peaceful people who herded buffalo and traded dairy products. The Toda people expected their married couples to form sex affairs with others. So common was the practice that their language didn't include a word for adultery! If a Toda girl was the least bit attractive, she had a number of lovers, and should her husband become critical, angry, or jealous at her having sex with another man, he ended up with the condemnation and scorn of the whole village. Such an attitude was judged as the grossest of immorality.
I told myself that the question of morality boiled down to cultural definitions.
I stole a glance at Nicki as I backed out of the driveway. It seemed to me that the "natural" way of sex between a man and a woman the only way Nicki wanted it tended to make the male dominant, the female passive. With women's emancipation and liberation, I felt that should be changed.
I'd gathered from reading that right and wrong depended, not only upon a particular culture, but also on time, place, and circumstances. Other people of the world have sex habits different from ours, and that does not make them abnormal, any more than we can presume that our way is perfectly normal. There are many standards of virtue that are not easy to pin down.
And, just then, another thought came to me.
Faced with the grave problem of trying to assume the role of leadership throughout the world, the United States, I believed, should learn to understand other peoples' sex habits and customs.
I drove out of town. The dark sky was cloudy, and it began to drizzle a little. Just as we reached the turnpike, I took Nicki's hand in a gesture of love, like a high school boy with his best girlfriend. I squeezed her fingers, sending little messages of love. I kept looking at her as we drove along, loving the way her nose turned up, the way the wind blew her hair about her face. I glanced down at her swollen body, where our child was growing, and gave a deep sigh of contentment.
Nicki said sharply, "Watch where you're driving, Nord! You're all over the highway!"
"Now, honey," I answered tenderly, "do you think I'm going to let anything happen to you and our kid?"
I leaned over and pulled her face gently to me, kissed her soft lips. It took only a second. My eyes weren't off the highway any longer than that.
But the oncoming car was too close for comfort. It swerved sharply and skidded on the wet pavement, smacking the right side of my Ford against the concrete guard post.
I cut the motor and whirled to Nicki. She was slumped against the opposite door.
"Honey," I whispered hoarsely, "you okay?"
She didn't answer.
She didn't move.
And then she started to moan, and her moans became frenzied screams. Her body twisted convulsively.
"My baby!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, I'm losing my baby!"
TWO
Somehow, I got Nicki to the Alton City Hospital. I paced the long corridor which, led to the operating room, smelled the sickening waves of ether, and cried like a baby, clenching and unclenching my fists, beating my head and chest with them. I blamed myself for everything.
I'd asked for Doctor Dalhart, and the nurses had gotten hold of him. He came out and barked at me, ordering me to act like a man, and not a maniac.
"Nicki has lost her baby," he said. "And she's fighting desperately for her own life."
I lived through hell that night. And the five days that followed weren't any better, before Doctor Dalhart told me that Nicki was going to be all right. I didn't think about the baby. I didn't think about our movie-making project. All I thought about was Nicki, and while I prayed for her life, I cursed and hated myself, my recklessness. A fool behind the wheel of a car is a potential killer. And I'd been a fool! Mentally, I lashed myself until my nerves were raw and quivering. I couldn't stand the sight of my gaunt, tortured face in the mirror.
Edna and Pete Major were swell to me. I'd never cared too much for Edna. She was a gossipy, skinny, mousy-haired dame who screamed at her two kids and nagged her husband. I liked Pete, though. Pete was getting bald, was built like a wrestler and was pretty sexy. He had a sense of humor. He was a machinist at one of the big city plants, and we'd had many a sociable beer together.
While Nicki was in the hospital, Edna had had me over for meals. She'd come and cleaned my house and bustled around like a mother hen, unable to do too much for me. Pete cut my lawn and watered Nicki's flowers. I couldn't have asked for better friends than the Majors were to me.
One morning, Nicki asked me to bring her some fresh clothes from the house. That noon, I'd packed a suitcase. Edna had already invited me over for lunch.
"Merciful heaven!" she cried when I arrived, raising one eyebrow, staring at the suitcase. "Don't tell me you've come to stay!"
She began clawing all over me. I warded her off as best I could, and laughed, explaining briefly about the suitcase.
"Well, come on in and let me drool!" she said. She took me by the arm and piloted me into the living room.
I cast an eye about the place. "Where's Pete?" I asked.
"At work. He won't get home for lunch today."
It was then that I noted the table was set for only two. Cozy! I remembered that the kids were in school.
Edna hurried to the kitchen and came back with drinks. I drank more than I should have. Edna turned on the console and began dancing about the room. I got up and danced with her, which proved to be a frustrating experience. Not that I wasn't allowed to take liberties. I ran my hand up and down her back, under her dress, and patted her jiggling buttocks, even pinched one of them. I put my hand between her legs and groped. The result was that I got rather painfully hard inside my trousers, while Edna remained indifferent.
The initial disappointment was followed by success. I guided her into the front bedroom, and we both got naked. Without saying a word, we sixty-nined, and I experienced peculiar emotions nice to have gotten what you wanted but is that all?
Edna came first with flattering enthusiasm. I shot my wad then, and rested. Afterward, with just a slight sense of cruelty, I screwed her in the ass, then fell asleep, or passed out, for a time. When I woke up, I felt rather disappointed in myself-hung-over, and annoyed that I was still hot.
I felt an electric impulse trigger, and my cock began to grow beneath my belly until it was brick hard.
I felt Edna's knee brush mine.
"You still want it?" she asked.
"Yeah. I'm hotter than I've been for a long time!"
"Let's see how hot you are," she said huskily, reaching for my cock.
I felt delightful sensations run through me. "You really want to feel it?" I asked. "Yes."
Edna held my erection tightly in her closed fist. "You're hot, all right," she agreed, squeezing it softly. Then tightly.
"What about you?" I asked, my heart thumping against my chest.
"I'm hot, too. Feel me!"
We didn't talk again for a long time. I reached over and felt her pussy. We sat on the edge of the bed with our legs wide apart, knees touching. Slowly, she jerked me, while I finger-fucked her.
I thought I would slowly burst as Edna worked me over. Finally, I cupped my hand over hers to indicate I wanted her to stop.
"Not so fast," I said. "I'll get there before I want to."
"Is that bad?" she asked in a whisper, moving closer, her head resting on my shoulder.
"I I want to suck you," I stammered. "Suck you forever-"
I went down on her, and the pleasure was supreme. I was delirious as my tongue probed.
"Oh, it feels so good!" Edna sighed, opening her legs wider. "I've always wanted Pete to do this to me. But he won't!"
Edna masturbated me while my tongue sought her clit. We worked each other over slowly, but even our slow manipulations proved too much. We rode cresting waves of orgasms with bodies pressed close together. For a long time afterward, I lay exhausted on the bed, my body heaving.
"Messy," I said, as I rose to clean up.
* * * *
I had sex with Edna two more times before Nicki came home. The last time, Edna acted rather peculiar.
"I don't want you sucking me any more," she said indignantly.
"Please, honey, just this last time," I begged meekly, casting a pleading look at her.
I was large and muscular, and hardly used to begging. My assertiveness, I guess, explained my rapid rise with the FAA. When I spoke, people seldom questioned my word.
"It's filthy, doing it like that," Edna sobbed, and turned her back on me.
Lying next to her on the bed, I decided not to push my wishes further. Perhaps Edna was really deeply repelled by oral-genital contact.
When I tried, she got mad. "You're no good at all!" she yelled at me. "You're not even as good as Pete is!" She scratched me on the neck and face.
I caught her hands and held them to her sides. I looked down at her throbbing pussy, and I went down on her!
In a moment, we were both panting. Edna's cunt had reminded me of a woman's breast. I closed my eyes and began remembering my early childhood. I'd never known my mother's breast. I'd been a bottle baby.
Once, when I was four, we'd gone to visit relatives in the country. My Aunt Meg had recently had a new baby, which she breast-fed. Watching the infant take her big, dark nipple, I'd wanted desperately to take it, too.
And that want had stayed with me.
A few years later, some cousins and I roamed over the big pasture one afternoon. A girl cousin in her teens had become very fond of me. When I got caught in the barbed wire fence, she had come to rescue me. As she bent over, I caught her teat in my mouth and began sucking it, enjoying it. She seemed to enjoy it, too. Her nipple was large and filled my little mouth.
After that, she often let me suck at her contentedly.
Then, when I was fourteen, this same girl cousin taught me how to go down on her. I'd suck her greedily, and she'd praise and pet me.
And that experience did something to me permanently.
I learned to like my sex best that way.
I was an only child, and I'd often felt loneliness and extreme isolation, which bring about expressions of abnormal sex practices. r
Men in isolation will often have sex in any way they can.
When Nicki came home from the hospital, white and pitifully thin, Edna Major spent more time at our house than she did at home. I was grateful for her being so good to Nicki, waiting on her. But her presence brought memories I wished to forget. And, besides, I wanted to be alone with my wife again.
However, Nicki had changed. She didn't seem to want to be alone with me. She looked the same as she had before the accident, and, in time, maybe even better. She began to put on flesh, and her face filled out. Her dark hair seemed to get darker and more lively and shiny, and her soft brown eyes were clear and glowing with health.
But she was a stranger to me.
Doctor Dalhart had said it would be okay to resume normal relationships again. And I wanted Nicki. She was my wife. I wanted to make our lovemaking exciting and thrilling, and I'd thought that when the time came for the doctor to give his okay, we'd fly together like a magnet to a lodestone.
But we didn't. We flew apart.
It was a couple of months before I could detect any sexual feeling in Nicki at all. I tried to be patient and unselfish. I wanted to give pleasure to Nicki, as well as receive it. I believed that the giving of sex was the giving of oneself, rather than merely providing a sexual experience for your partner. At least, where Nicki was concerned.
There was something spiritual, mental, and emotional in the sex act with her, transcending physical abilities.
She opened the subject one night, telling me of an article she'd read about the original significance of lipstick.
"Did you know, Nord, that among the Phoenician and Egyptian women they made their mouths appear like the vulva, thereby indicating their profession?"
We were lying in bed together. I slid down, and my day old beard tickled her cunt. She squirmed, but she did not actually protest my action.
"Yeah," I said, looking up, "and how's a woman's pussy like a pot."
"How is it, Nord?"
"You have to heat it before you put the meat in!"
She laughed.
I hoped her laugh was an invitation. I wanted desperately to lick my wife between her legs. Lip-tongue stimulation of the genitals is common and customary among all classes and races in Asia and Africa, Iiiad read. And, to me, it seemed more intimate and enrapturing even than genital union, because oral excitation yielded the most acute and intense pleasure. The sensations produced by the mouth seemed more ardent and enravishing than those produced by the penis or vagina.
I remembered what my girl-cousin had once said, "If I lick your banana, will you suck my peach?"
I wanted to suck my wife's peach!
I thrust my hand up her gown and touched her smooth little vulva, pressing it and rubbing it with my fingers to excite her. She reached through the fly of my pajamas and caught hold of my stiff penis, yanking it to and fro. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. Repeatedly and ravishingly, oblivious to her protests, I licked up and down, then forced my tongue into her labia. I kissed and sucked her clitoris until she squirmed and was powerless to push me away.
"No nooooo-"
But this was love my love, a token of my devotion. "I love you so much," I sighed, taking my mouth briefly from her cunt.
She pressed my head in her hands and cried, "Oh, stop! You'll make me climax!" Then she sighed with nervous exhaustion. .
I had her in my power. I stopped sucking and mounted her. But I soon found myself impotent and didn't know what to do. Disgusted with myself, I touched Nicki's belly, slowly feeling my way around her navel. Then I pressed with my hand and teased her clit, hoping her convulsions would arouse me. Then I went down in her valley.
I felt my limp cock rise. I played with Nicki a long time and she seemed delighted beyond all measure. I rose, positioned myself, set both my hands upon her legs, and shot my stiff tongue down. She raised herself beneath me to welcome it.
Now, I sat upon the bed and made her place herself upon some pillows before me.
"Play my flute for me," I said.
Grasping my treasure, she sucked it, tickled the tip with her lips and fondled it for some minutes. She held it firmly in her mouth, drawing in and out continually.
I was delighted and cried out, "Make me come!' She sucked, and I shot into her mouth.
It seemed to me that next to masturbation, sucking was the strongest gratification known to man or woman. It was a throwback from the practice of nursing, I supposed, and more exciting than vaginal coitus.
I was a mouth man, for sure!
I wondered why.
I remembered that my mother was a stern, religious fanatic who greeted my normal childish questions about sex with an hysterical outburst against "the devil in me." After subjecting me to long periods of prayer and fasting "for the salvation of my wicked soul," she would hug me to her bosom, against her ample breasts that my young mouth had never known. I'd often wanted to sample them.
I'd had an unsatisfactory sexual experience at seventeen, with an older woman. She'd laughed at my small penis and had failed to satisfy me.
Then I took on a lesbian.
She was an expert cocksucker. She went down on me.
"Do you ever fuck?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she said. "But it doesn't mean much to me."
My hand played with her right breast. My fingers tweaked her fat nipple, and a current of excitement arched through me. I shifted and lowered my head to her breast. My left hand slid down to her belly, to the thick triangle of curly black hair on her mound. My middle finger probed.
And then my hot tongue entered her wetness and found her swollen clitoris. I closed my eyes and dreamed I was at my mother's breast.
I sucked the girl's hot pussy, and she said I was great at it. Pleasure boiled up in me and overflowed. A moment later, we had both climaxed.
I was reluctant to leave the bed and the warmth of her body.
My psychotic compulsions became a little more clear to me after that. Perhaps, mine was a case of revenge motivation. I was beginning to see all women in the image of my neurotic mother and was seeking to destroy them by sexual exhaustion. At any rate, I knew I was enjoying everything that would have shocked the hell out of my puritanical mother!
Thus, with each suck job, I was wreaking vengeance on my mother, while further distorting my own warped personality.
Few men, I knew, can ever hope to become ideal sexually-adjusted individuals. It is, in fact, doubtful that such a person exists, or ever could. Every man must learn to accept the individual differences inherent in himself, as well as in others.
When he had learned to do this, he has no reason to worry about his mental health.
The next day, I didn't have to report for work until two in the afternoon, but I'd planned to go early. I wanted to talk with John and Roby about our movie-making deal.
Just before I left, Edna Major arrived. I was out in our kitchen and heard Nicki greet her in our living room.
"Hi, my dear," Edna said. "You look peaked."
"I feel all right," Nicki said, managing a tight smile.
Edna shook her head, and kept examining Nicki's face. I caught myself staring at Edna, remembering our writhing, naked bodies. I felt a tingling in my belly, but tore my eyes away from her body. It wouldn't do to get hot and bothered now.
"Something wrong, Nicki?" I heard Edna ask. "You look bad really bad. Is it something you can tell me? Would it help any to talk?"
I saw Nicki shake her head. Edna's hand touched her arm.
"If there's anything I can do ? " Edna said.
At that point, choked sobs escaped Nicki's throat. She cried with her face pressed to Edna's shoulder. Then she pulled herself upright, looking ashamed and humiliated, wiping the tears from her face with her forearm.
"Nord's done something," Edna said.
Nicki did not reply.
"Unfaithful?" Edna asked.
Nicki glanced at her sharply, and a sudden weakness engulfed me.
"I don't think so," Nicki said. "It's another thing. I guess all men are rats, or alley cats " Edna did not smile. "Come, now, dear," she said. "It may not be as bad as you think it is. And I've usually got some pretty good ideas about what to do about most anything. So don't plan to run off or castrate Nord, or anything like that! Just wait. You'll be glad you did."
I picked up my lunch pail and got out of there fast. I had a sneaking fear that Edna and Nicki would spend the rest of that afternoon discussing my secret sexual needs that had pushed me beyond all caring about rules and risks. And I felt rotten. Bad things were happening to me. Despite rationalizing about my sex drive, something deep inside told me it was wrong, that I was wrong, and that even as I prided-or kidded-myself about being a clever lover, I was really muffing any chance for real happiness. The girls might love the way I was, they might even love my oralism better than anything, but I knew I was really a failure.
THREE
The Majors had invited Nicki and me over to play gin rummy one night. Nicki was standing in front of the mirror in our bedroom, fixing the shoulder straps of her black slip. I was dressed and ready to go. When I saw Nicki raise her arm over the sweet curve of her breast, I reached out for her and pulled her quickly into my arms.
"Let's not go out tonight, honey," I whispered against her hair. "Let's stay home."
I kissed her soft, sweet lips, gently at first, then hungrily. And then my hand cupped her breast and I trembled with love and eagerness. For a moment, Nicki's mouth was warm and yielding, and desire flooded through me like a surging river.
Suddenly, Nicki tore herself away from me.
"Don't kiss me like that!" she cried miserably. "I don't want to be kissed! It was a kiss that cost me my baby! Oh, why did you have to kiss me that night? Why? Why?"
She threw herself upon the bed and burst into wracking sobs of grief. I stood there, shaking my head dumbly from side to side, feeling her grief in my own heart.
"We can try again, Nicki," I said softly, hoping to comfort her. "Maybe there'll be another baby."
She sat up, the tears streaming down her face. Her eyes flashed angrily.
"Oh, we can try again, can we?" she flared. "That's all you care about the trying part of it! You don't care that I almost died! You don't care that I've been torn to pieces inside! That my heart is torn to pieces, too! All you care about is trying again you, you bastard, you!"
She fell back onto the bed, weeping wildly.
We were late arriving at the Major home that night: Once in the living room, I helped myself to a stiff bourbon and water.
Edna came over to me, grinning.
"Don't grin at me!" I said.
"What happened?" she asked seriously. "You have another wreck on the turnpike?"
"Shut up!" I said.
She didn't. "It so happens that I saw Nicki's face," she said. "What's the big trouble?"
"And, of course, if I told you," I said, sipping my bourbon, "big-hearted Edna would be ready to help out!"
"Listen now," she said, "I'm not sure I know what you're driving at, but I like Nicki. And you can bet I'll help her if I can!"
"It's just that she doesn't have a taste for shall we say a certain kind of excitement."
"Oh!" Edna said. "I know Nicki's naive, the kind that might get thrown over doing it by unique methods. I've got to think about this. Maybe I can come up with something."
"I'm sure you will," I said nastily. Then I began thinking of Edna as a sex partner and wished we could strip naked there in the living room. I enjoyed seeing Edna's blue eyes roam over my body. And I knew she enjoyed the sight of mine, too. I kept in good condition by every means I could devise. We were both beautiful machines.
Too bad we couldn't play!
The evening was dull, and I was glad when it was a decent time to go home. I wanted Nicki badly, but she was cold and aloof, and I didn't know how to approach her.
I sat alone for a long time in our darkened living room and smoked and thought.
The phone rang.
Luckily, I answered it. It was Jill Brown.
"I'm lonesome, Nord," she whispered. "I haven't seen you in a long, long time "
It was an invitation, pure and simple, and I accepted it.
I yelled into Nicki in our bedroom, "I'm going out for a breath of air."
Jill met me at her door. She took hold of my head at my ears and kissed me passionately, before she led me on into her living room.
She was all woman high-bosomed nice hips. She was soon kissing me all over the face. She ran her hand down to my hardening penis, and I groped for her cunt.
"Let's get out of our clothes," I said.
In a second, Jill had disposed of her dress, half-slip, and her panties. She let me unhook her bra. I eyed her nice breasts approvingly, and she jiggled, making them shake and sway.
She wrapped her hand around my organ, but I jerked away so I could also get undressed. I got out of my clothes in a hurry, and then sat naked in a chair. Jill straddled my legs, facing me. She put both hands on my shoulders, raised herself a little, and then came down on my stiff prick, swallowing it with her wet pussy.
"Jesus, that's good!" I wailed. "But I can't move!"
"Just sit still and let me do it," Jill answered. So I did.
My tongue had been aching to probe her sweet cunt. But I couldn't get up. I sat there as Jill rose and dropped. I entered into the rhythm of it all and let Jill take care of things. I felt her skin rubbing against me, her thighs and breasts working up and down. I listened to her hard breathing, then just closed my eyes and let joy come.
Joy came.
"Kiss me!" Jill demanded.
I ran my tongue lightly over her lips, then bore down and shot my tongue deep into her mouth, imagining it was her pussy.
"You kiss good," she praised, when I lifted my mouth for breath. "We could go to the bedroom "
We walked naked into the hall, then into the bedroom. We stood for a moment in semi-darkness, and then I drew Jill to me, feeling her tits against my chest. Suddenly, I felt very warm toward her.
But, no, I told myself, that Wouldn't do! I was a married man. I loved my wife. A little hanky-panky, maybe but none of this falling in love."
"Why don't you turn down the bed?" I asked impatiently.
Jill turned back the covers, and the sheets looked clean and inviting. She lay upon the bed, and I gazed down at her. I felt something halfway between hunger and admiration as I slid down beside her.
Jill needed immediate attention, but we lay side-by-side for a long time without consummating anything. Jill tossed and writhed. I put my right hand under her left breast, letting its bigness rest in the palm of my hand. Occasionally, I kissed her and ran my free hand over the rest of her body, searching out her pussy. God, how I wanted to eat it!
"I don't want this night to end," I whispered in Jill's ear.
"I don't either," she said.
I had my hand on her back, pulling her to me. She took the initiative from there, pulling me tighter to her, wrapping herself around me. She pulled me into her cunt, and I felt my cock surrounded by warm, soft, abundant femininity, felt her hard breathing in my ear. She was nibbling on my earlobes, and I listened with joy to her groans and sighs.
There wasn't a chance of my losing my manhood with Jill Brown. I was prodding my stiff member in her, and she was begging for more. While I fucked her, I thought briefly of Pete Major, a guy with an eight inch cock. God, I wished I could trade joy sticks with Pete Major! I knew I could never fuck happiness into a woman the way Pete could, not with my little four-inch dick.
But, from the way Jill was groaning, I figured I wasn't doing too bad. I slipped down, down, off the bed. I went to my knees beside the bed, then took her thighs in my hands and pulled her throbbing pussy to my mouth.
And I felt I could do better with my mouth than Pete could with his over-sized cock. I lowered my head and began licking.
"Ooooh," Jill cried, and shuddered.
I found her clitoris and took it into my mouth. I liked sucking Jill. Sucking her clit was like sucking a teat. I closed my eyes and tongued her, content again, secure and warm. I felt I was giving Jill more joy than Pete, or any other man, ever could.
I became a child again, reaching for my Aunt Meg's breasts. I sucked for reassurance and love. It was the only way I knew how to get them.
And what I was doing to Jill made me feel free. Pleasure was a freedom song, and so I sang it with the fullness of my heart. I thought about those naked feelings I supposed all humans got, and I knew that in the name of cleanliness it was proper to discard clothing to take a shower or bath. But nakedness at any other time was a no-no. And as for touching another person, the rule was only when hurt or horny.
And, Jesus, I was horny!
Without inhibitions, I probed Jill with my tongue, making her squirm and groan. Nicki had left me skin hungry, body hungry, and emotionally empty, but Jill was restoring me.
As I sucked away, I felt alive, as if I were living through my senses. When my senses were dormant, I was dormant, but I was anything but dormant now.
I concentrated, experimented, sinking into my feelings to find out hidden joys for myself, as well as Jill. I told myself that we create and are created, reborn and transformed by touch. Lost within myself, I was in a time zone free from duty or necessity. And this was one way of coping with the absurdities of the human condition.
I tongued Jill harder and faster.
She began to pant. She put her hands to my head and gripped with all her strength.
"Stop, Nord," she begged. "Oh, please, please stop! I can't stand it!"
I raised my head and stopped.
Then she begged in a weird, strained voice, "Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop!"
So I went down on her again, shaken by the intensity of Jill's reactions, shaken by the stiffness of my cock throbbing beneath me. I groaned a special groan, and suddenly, my thick cream shot out and ran down my legs.
Now, on my knees before Jill, I rested. She gripped my head, and once more, my tongue licked her pussy.
She pulled my head away. "Fuck me," she said.
I fondled my limp cock, trying to get it ready. I felt it growing between my legs. I wanted Jill to take it in her mouth. And then I'd fuck her.
"Suck me first," I said. "Do you mind?"
"No," she said. "Not if that's what you want."
She took my cock into her hand and asked, "Don't you like to fuck, Nord?"
"Some," I said. "But I like the other better."
She kept playing with my cock. When it got stiff, I slipped it into her mouth and crammed it deep.
Jill sucked it a while, then took it out and guided it into her vagina. My prick wasn't big enough to go deep, and I felt little sensation. But I moved it in and out, trying to excite her clitoris. I asked, "Feel good?"
"Not too much," she said.
That made me stop fucking. I moved off her and kissed her belly. My lips drifted down to her mound, and my tongue licked along her sensitive pussy lips. In a moment, I was tonguing the inside of her cunt again, my head deep between her open thighs. My tongue explored, then returned to her swollen clitoris.
Her cunt was so damned good!
I worked my tongue within her and felt her quiver. I began sucking her clitoris voraciously, my lips clamped over it, my tongue frictioning the ultra-sensitive tip.
She moaned and spasmed in blinding orgasms, and I knew I had driven her almost out of her mind. I plunged my tongue deeper in her.
She shuddered and grew stiff.
I shuddered, too, and before I knew it, I felt my semen running hotly down my leg again.
I lay on my back, arms wide, eyes closed. I was very happy when Jill took my limp cock in her mouth and licked it clean.
"Know what I want to do?" Jill asked.
"No, what?"
"I want to fix some drinks, then play some of my recordings. After that, you can eat me again."
"What time is it?"
"Almost two A.M."
"I'd better get home."
"Oh, damn it!"
I was caressing her pussy with my hand. My fingertip slipped in and found it slippery.
"Suck my nipples," Jill begged.
I pushed her onto her back and took one dark nipple between my lips and sucked sucked. Then I sucked the other one.
She squirmed and sighed. My finger was still in her, seeking her clitoris.
"Now, suck me," I said.
She kissed my belly, my hard cock, my scrotum that drew up tight to the base of my cock. I closed my eyes as her wet lips slid over the head of my penis, down its hard column. It took no time to make me come. She sucked like an infant at its mother's breast, sucked all the semen out of me.
I rested a minute, then shifted to permit my tongue to touch her slippery pussy lips. Once more, I probed and found her hard clit.
I sucked enthusiastically, my own pleasure my best reward. I felt her reach a point beyond control, so I plunged faster. She made urgent sounds and her hips jerked. Then she was clawing and gasping.
She lay panting, gloriously content. I, too, was content. Mostly because I had given her pleasure with my mouth.
* * * * *
The next morning Pete Major came to see me. He'd sensed something was wrong last night, and, like his wife, Edna, he wanted to help out if he could.
I hesitated for words. Then I said bluntly, "Well, Nicki and I don't always get along, Pete. Sometimes, when we argue, she won't you know let me have any. A week or so at a time, she gets like that, and I almost go crazy with need."
"So?" Pete urged.
"So right now I'm all worked up. I get these visions of women with big tits. You see, I like development on a woman, you know, big breasts, heafty and firm. And a big rump. The kind that's built for just one thing if you know what I mean."
Pete smiled. "I know. Go on, Nord."
"Well, I want it so badly sometimes my hands shake. But Nicki won't play, so I lie in bed, tossing and turning."
I watched Pete's face closely, trying to know how he was taking all this.
"Thanks, Pete, for listening," I said at last. "I had to talk to someone, tell someone who understands. You know get it off my chest. Most of the friends I have would never understand that I like kicks, even eating it."
"You think I understand?"
I nodded without expression, but curious for his reaction.
"I won't close my mind to anything until I find out about it. Listen, the way I look at it, life is short, and if you enjoy yourself, there's nothing wrong with it. Just don't let the wrong people know."
"I had to get it off my chest, and I feel better." I paused. "Hell, Pete," I said, "if you ever tried it, you might like it that way too!"
As soon as Pete left, I bit my lip and leaned back in my chair. I figured Pete was broadminded. I knew he had a cock on him like a stud and figured he was oversexed and probably a highly skilled seducer. But I wasn't sure how he had taken my casual confession.
I looked out the window. A girl with a stunning body was passing by, and my breath quickened. I thought of all the women I'd ever taken to bed, and wished Nicki would cooperate in the way I wanted her to. I called myself an idiot.
But the next moment, I was lost in a dream of Nicki's soft thighs. And I dreamed that she'd fulfilled my hunger which had tortured me for years.
FOUR
Edna Major was mad as hell when she learned that Pete had bought into our movie-making project. It made her so angry that she was undergoing a traumatic experience over it and desperately needed sympathy.
She called me one day when Pete was at work and her kids were at school and begged me to come over.
When I did, she smiled warmly at me. "I should have listened to my instincts a long time ago," she started out. "I should never have married Pete in the first place. He's not like you so understanding and real. All he thinks about is hopping in and out of bed. And with that dong of his, he wears me down."
I felt my face redden. "Edna," I said, "I'm human, too."
"All you guys want with that movie deal is a bunch of young asses to screw!" she accused. Then there was a long pause. I caught Edna staring at me with a shining light in her eyes. It took me a full thirty seconds to realize that light was desire.
"I like you very much," she said softly. "I'm grateful to you." Her voice was very low, and I barely heard it when she said, "I I want you-"
That numbed me. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts and felt my own rapidly rising excitement. I wanted to ease her down on the bed and kiss her soft, beautiful body.
But I'd come to like Pete respect him. I heard my voice as from a distance. "You're emotionally upset and very vulnerable because Pete has displeased you," I said. "You want to get even with him. Do you understand that?"
"Maybe so, Nord. But damn it, I still want sex!"
She sat on my lap, her ripe, warm buttocks squirming on me. She put her arms around my neck, and the next moment her hot lips pressed against mine and her tongue snaked into my mouth, its fiery tip probing.
My will was paralyzed. A fierce desire overwhelmed me as she continued to squirm on my lap. The fragrance of her clean, desirable body filled my nostrils. As violent as my own excitement was, I didn't want to take advantage of her. She was Pete's wife, and I mustn't forget that.
The next moment, her hand fumbled with my zipper. Eagerly, she grasped my penis, rubbed and stroked, her hot, smooth palm sending sharp thrills racing through my loins. My excitement quickly became frantic, a violent force battering at my will.
I surrendered to my passions.
I clutched her snaking tongue with my teeth and cupped one hot, velvety breast with my hand, feeling the nipple swell beneath my fingers. She sobbed as she clutched my organ in her fist and writhed her buttocks on my lap in a fever of impatience. Suddenly, she tore her lips away from mine and stood up, grasping my hand.
She led me to the bed. We undressed.
I was unable to tear my eyes away from her body. Her breasts were ripe and lushly curved, each centered with a large, dark nipple that was erect with passion. From a small waist, her hips flared out, soft and round, tapering down to firm, satiny thighs and stunning legs with her nest between them.
"Hurry!" she begged, hugging herself and shivering.
I pressed my hot, naked flesh against hers, burrowing her swelling breasts into my chest. I pushed her onto the bed, and she sobbed and squirmed against my pulsing organ.
The next instant, I had it in her. She moaned and kissed me with burning lips, begging for deeper penetration.
She gasped when I pulled it from her. Then her burning lips bestowed a single kiss on its head. A tingly thrill shot through me.
Then I was using my lips on her in a frenzy of excitement, lashing my tongue in and out of her expertly, making her groan as ripples of bliss shuddered through my blood. She clenched her teeth as I excited her with my ravenous lips, then slowed my pace to a series of casual kisses, a gentle, dreamy suction interspersed with dainty vibrations of my tongue.
It occurred to me that Edna was. greatly enjoying what I could never teach Nicki to. After a few minutes, I removed my tongue and she lay there on the bed, her thighs parted, her cunt pulsating, begging for more. I rubbed my hand gently over her silken vee, kissed her throat, then trailed a path down between the valley of her hot breasts. I seized an erect nipple between my teeth, savoring its sweet, fleshy taste, circling it with my tongue, softly biting it. My fingers explored her slit, then my head slid downward over her warm, yielding flesh, to her stomach. I kissed her navel, before I went on down.
I vibrated my tongue deep within her, increasing my hunger, until she screamed with joy.
Loud cries of ecstasy-and then she shuddered and jerked in a frenzy of passionate release and tried to jerk free. I clung fast, intoxicated by her sweet scent and delicious flesh. Her fingernails sank into my shoulders, but I was only vaguely aware of the pain.
Finally, I creamed before I released her. I rose and lay on top of her soft body. The feel of her filled me with tremendous excitement. I turned her on her stomach and probed her satiny ass with care, my heart beating wildly. I thrust against her, and she let out a sharp cry of pain. I gritted my teeth with pleasure and began to drive against her fiery softness with a relentless rhythm By degrees, I penetrated her delicious tightness, sharp waves of bliss racing up my spine as she wiggled and squirmed beneath my loins, her cries of pain now mingled with pleasure.
I gently bit the nape of her neck as I drove and squeezed her swollen breasts, until she responded fiercely with upward jerks, flexing her softness on my throbbing cock and moaning with joy.
She screamed as I exploded in her, then moaned and gasped, and I felt her silken body shudder beneath me.
I gave her a searing, profuse ejaculation.
For a long time afterward, she continued to moan and jerk involuntarily.
"Do you know something?" she asked at last. "I feel like I've never had a man until right now."
"Thanks, Edna," I said.
She had been profoundly satisfying. "Was I all right?" I asked.
"The best," she said. "Was I? You arent disappointed, are you?"
"Of course, not, Edna. "You're all a man could ever want."
I reached down tenderly and kissed her dusky nipples. Then I stared at her delicious nakedness. My penis wasn't as large as the average, but it grew when gorged with excitement, and I'd given Edna pleasure, I knew. My hunger had made me aggressive and successful. And I guess I'd tried to exhaust Edna with my merciless hunger. One night with her, I felt, would be worth any damnation.
Edna said, "Night after night, I lie in bed and toss and squirm, long after Pete has reamed me. The ache in my thighs has become an acute physical torture. There are times when I want to scream with frustration, go out and offer myself to the garbage man, the plumber anyone who comes along."
"But, Jesus, with Pete's big cock, you ought to get satisfied," I told her.
"It's too big, Nord," she said despondently. "And Pete's selfish. He creams all over the place, then goes to sleep while I writhe and moan."
My eyes went down her long, lovely legs, then up to her face. Her eyes were still hungry. There was something intensely sexual about Edna Major.
The faint tingling in my mouth suddenly grew sharper. Naked, Edna was the essence of sex, the promise of fulfillment. Her luscious breasts spilled out over her, creamy and billowing. But it was her thighs that fascinated me most, firm and silky soft, beckoning with warmth.
Edna frowned. "Why are you staring at me?"
With a fierce effort of will, I tore my eyes away. "I was just thinking how great your figure is, that's all," I said.
She reeked with feminine sensuality and animal magnetism, but I didn't know how to tell her. I put my arm about her waist, aware of the velvety feel of her bare flesh. I felt her heart pounding with excitement. She held her breath as I raked my tongue over her body. She had the most exciting, kissable thighs I'd ever seen.
I shifted around on the bed until her shoulder came in gentle contact with mine. She held her breath and closed her eyes as my head slipped down again to the wonderful flesh between her thighs. My fierce hunger for this woman gathered itself into a fiery ball as I stared down at hot, delicious flesh with burning eyes.
Then, again, I made my move.
I'd tried to satisfy Nicki this way and other women, too, who had laughed at the size of my cock, I remembered with timidity. It had taken me some time to peel away my inhibitions to the point where I could give a woman pleasure with my lips and mouth, with suction and tonguing. Nicki, of course, had never really liked it that way, though I loved her silken vagina against my lips and tongue.
And now, my desire to savor silken nests was stronger than ever.
I'd gotten my gun off in Nicki, of course, and she'd even become pregnant. But right now, I regretted that I hadn't married somebody like Edna, somebody who liked a tongue job, so I wouldn't have to turn and writhe so often in the early hours of morning, imagining the delicious feel of my tongue probing a hot box. I'd tried hard to convert Nicki to my brand of cunt licking as I drove against her moist cleft. But she had found it too intense.
I remembered my girl cousin, a dark, pretty, petite girl in a fragile sort of way, how I'd discovered her twisted hunger as we played in the field. From a gentle, curious probing, she'd quickly led me to a ruthless, demanding appetite that had satisfied itself at least a hundred times in the next two years. She liked my insatiable lips and tongue and had taught me to be an expert pussy-sucker. I'd cultivated my instincts to such sharpness that I could often tell within a few minutes after meeting a woman whether she would like it that way, or not. I learned to adjust my personality in a flash to suit my victim's whims, displaying sleek charm, bold aggressiveness, or mock innocence. Once I appeased my enormous hunger for oral love, I was content for a few days until that faint tingling began anew in my throat and lips.
In the beginning, I'd fought desperately to control my desires. But my tongue had feverishly sought for fulfillment, and images spun in my mind until I'd lose all trace of self-control.
I had to have it like that. I had to have soft, fragrant, hot pussy.
And now, Edna gave it to me deliciously.
I went to work early that afternoon. I wanted to see Roby Small and John Price and find out how plans for our movie were coming.
"We've found a script," Roby said. "It's called "Island of Desire."
"Yeah," John added. "You see, there's this little island. All the males are fishermen. Then there's this storm-"
"I get it," I said. "The men drown."
"Yeah," said Roby. "That leaves an island of women, full of desire!"
"An island set will give us an opportunity for some nice photography," John put in enthusiastically.
"Damn the nice photography," I said. "It's naked women our viewers will want to see!"
"Them island gals won't wear much clothing," Roby pointed out. "Just sarongs, like Dorothy Lamour used to do. We can have some swimming scenes where they won't wear nothing."
"Not very original," I said. "But maybe it will do."
Roby was waxing enthusiastic. "That ain't all," he said, looking at me. "For a while, them women will be alone on that island. And when they get sex hungry, you know what they'll do?"
"Sure," I said. "It's obvious. They'll turn lesbians."
"Hey," John asked, "you didn't write the script, did you?"
"No," I said, "but I've seen it a million times. For a while, those girls will fool around with each other. And then a couple of sailors appear."
"He wrote the script," John said, turning to Roby. "Ain't no use to explain to him what them sailors do!"
"Now, we'd better line up a cast," I pointed out. For the sailors, we'll want a couple of young guys with big cocks."
"And about a dozen girls," John said. "It's a little island."
"You've located a camera?" I asked. John was going to be the photographer.
"Yeah. And Roby and me's found a place on the beach for our set. It's private."
"We'll need a private place," I said, breathing a gratified sigh that so much had already been accomplished.
"When will we start?" Roby asked.
"As soon as we can gather together a cast."
It was now time to give my attention to the FAA. All afternoon, as I guided planes and talked to pilots, my mind went over the possibilities for our cast. Of course, we'd advertise in one of the movie journals. We could probably get any number of ambitious starlets at ten dollars a day.
But what about the men? They would have to have very special qualifications.
Naturally, I concentrated mostly on the women, and my mind began to invent hilarious plans for selecting ten of the most beautiful women we could find. I laughed to myself as I pondered the problem.
During coffee break, I said to Roby, "Time's growing short. We'd better get that cast lined up right away."
"I got this girlfriend," Roby said. "She's got a wonderful ass on her."
"Will she put out? Will she do all the things the script calls for?"
Roby looked scared. He went over to the water cooler for a drink of water. Turning back, he said, "I don't know. I've never done anything to her but in the regular way."
"You know that she and the other girls will have to go down on each other. That's in the script. Anything wrong with that?"
"I I guess not," Roby stammered, "except that-"
"Listen," I said, "you ought to tongue her! Why should you let the rest of the world enjoy something while you refrain from it?"
"I guess I shouldn't," Roby said, shaking his head. "I'm all mixed up about them things. I guess I'm just not the uninhibited type. I mean-"
Roby's voice sort of caught, and he bit his lip.
I continued, "Experience the joy of life where you find it, and in any way you like it! That's my motto. Anything wrong with that?"
I could tell Roby thought there was something wrong with it. "You're a hedonist, Nord," he said.
"Lots of men don't understand a woman's needs," I told him. "That's why we have lesbians. Sometimes, it takes another woman to know what a woman really feels."
"Do you know how a woman feels, Nord?"
"Hell, Roby, I know what she feels! like my mouth around her clit, man! Or my tongue sunk deep into her pussy!"
The very thought of it caused sensations to shoot through my body. I was remembering Edna, how in a shower of volcanic fire we had both felt the lava of ultimate passions consume us.
I remained hot and passionate all afternoon, my mind more on pussy than on my business. Luckily, air traffic wasn't heavy that afternoon and evening, and I had time to think. I came up with what I thought was a good idea for selecting girls for our movie. We'd have a party.
That way, we could feel each girl out.
It was late when I got home from work that night. But I turned on the garage light, then waxed my car and cleaned it inside. I even tinkered with the timing and adjusted the carb. It kept me out of the house, away from Nicki. Nicki was in a pretty bad mood.
Just before I'd finished, Edna drove by. She stopped and asked, "How come you're working so late, Nord?"
I sort of blushed, then grinned. "Because I can't get it from Nicki, that's why!"
"Yeah? Get what?"
"A fuck job! What else?" I slumped against my car and fished out a cigarette. "Every time I try, she won't put out. She ain't ape for cock!"
"Oh, yeah?" Edna smiled.
I lit my cigarette. "I get my hand on it, diddle her and then she won't screw!"
"And you can't keep the old cock down?" Edna asked, then laughed.
I reached over and squeezed her tit. I knew Edna was willing. I saw it in her face.
She slid her hand over my thigh, and her fingers found my cock. I kissed her, feeling her fist squeezing me. I got into her car, and she unzipped me and played with my naked, throbbing organ. Once she ducked and tried to swallow it. I ran my hand up her leg, and her pussy was wet. She was crazy for it!
But we had to break it up. Nicki came out on the porch and called to me. I put my prick back into my pants, trying to cool it down.
Later, Nicki questioned me about Edna. What could I say? When I said nothing, Nicki became angry.
It was a slow anger to begin with.
That night, in bed, I tried to go down on her.
She said, "You promised you wouldn't want to suck me that way again, Nord. Are you going back on your word?"
"Please, honey," I begged. "Just this time. After this, we won't have sex, except in the regular way, just like you want." I tried to sound meek as I cast a pleading glance at her.
Nicki stayed cold, moving away from me. I got up and dressed and went out to a bar.
Over drinks, a girl there told me she'd had a dream. She'd awakened from it, lying naked on a bed, giving herself to a succession of sailors just off a ship. As soon as one finished, another took over. In the dream, however, none of them brought her to a climax.
"They just wan't no good," she said. "And it ain't good for a girl to want it so bad. I feel awful."
I could tell that her sex hunger was almost unbearable.
"I ain't got on no bra or girdle," she r continued. "I don't want to waste time taking them off when we go to my room."
I felt suspicious of the girl's open eagerness, and yet I was hot as hell.
"What's it going to cost me, baby?" I asked.
Her eyes were hot. "It'll cost you plenty if you don't fuck me good! I'll scratch your eyes out!"
"Don't worry on that score," I boasted. "I'm plenty good! Let's get going, baby!"
When we got to her room, she giggled and put her hand on my fly. "I've got the hots for you," she said.
I felt under her miniskirt and touched her mound, letting my finger slide toward her clit.
She grinned, feeling my cock, which was rising. She gripped it tightly through the cloth of my pants. It was a wonderful feeling.
I whispered, "Let's get naked, honey."
"Why?" she teased.
I put my lips to her ear. "I want to suck you."
She blinked and squeezed my cock harder, working it up and down. My finger probed her clit and made her squirm. I kissed her and poked my hard-on at her.
She squeezed me harder than ever. Then our tongues twined. I glanced around, looking for a spot to lay her.
"Whatsamatter?" she asked.
"I want to throw you down!"
"There's a bed in there." She giggled and pointed toward the bedroom.
It was dark in there. I pushed her upon the bed, then pushed myself at her, prodding her belly with my hard cock. She opened her legs when my hands explored her thighs and closed on her pussy. I pushed her panties aside and licked up her slit with my hot tongue. She gasped.
"I didn't think you'd be much good with that little cock of yours," she said. "But, oh, God, your tongue!"
She began unzipping my pants. When my cock touched her, she took it with her fingers and guided it, fumbling for her cunt opening. I hunched down to get our organs to meet.
She felt strange and loose when I entered her but not too bad. She squeezed, and very slowly, I began to move up and down. She gasped.
I asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"With that pee-wee thing?" she giggled, squeezing me to her. I fucked her steadily, slowly at first, then gaining tempo. She lay still beneath me, warm and hot. I was doing nothing for her, and I knew it.
I held her tightly and rammed my cock into her with fury. She encircled me with her legs, and I felt myself spurt.
I relaxed on her, but she began writhing and bucking. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out, her voice hoarse as she convulsed. She was wanting more, wanting me to push it into her harder, deeper. She kissed me sensuously, roiling her loins, trying to squeeze me inside her.
I was panting.
She sought my mouth, and I kissed her. My cock began to wither, and I felt its strength disappearing. She tried to provoke it to more action by writhing. It went dead.
She began clawing me. "You sonofabitch!" she swore.
She was throbbing as I tried to fuck her with my finger to give her release. I knew she hadn't reached her climax. She pushed my finger away.
Then I slid down and covered her hot snatch with my mouth.
It was hot and juicy, and I mouthed it, moving my head, squeezing with my lips, laving with my tongue. I looked up, and she was smiling. She fondled my head, running her fingers through my hair. I sucked her hard and fast.
She tensed, then started pushing toward me gently. Then harder. And I knew she was climaxing. My tongue found her clit. I wanted to please her. She was bending over me now, trembling and hissing, and her pussy throbbed under my mouth. I sucked until she began groaning. Her body was wracked with spasmodic twitching, but I kept mauling her with my lips.
"Don't stop don't stop-" she panted.
I sucked on, knowing she loved every second of it. I made her come and held her as she writhed and jerked in the grip of it.
After it was all over, we lit cigarettes and smoked as we rested in each other's arms.
The girl said, "If people don't get enough sex when they need it, or if they don't get it in the way they have to have it, it flips their minds and they go crazy!"
"You're right," I said. And then I asked her for her name.
She was reluctant to give it to me, until I told her about our movies.
When I left her that night, she was begging me to make her a movie star.
FIVE
The next morning, Nicki broke a dish while getting breakfast. Her tensions were higher than ever.
I was careful not to comment on the broken dish or to say anything that might antagonize her. I sensed that while she was no longer crushed and tearful, she was an explosive package that might go off if I so much as lifted a skeptical eyebrow.
"Goodbyee," I said, as I left for work. "I'll see you tonight."
That was all I said.
"Goodbyee," she said.
As I drove to work, I wondered if she was thinking very seriously of abandoning me, packing up and departing forever. At work, I went through my usual activities until it was time for lunch.
As we were eating our lunch together, Roby Small said, "I talked with Pete Major about the possibility of a party to select them dames. He said we could have it at his house."
"He did?"
"Yeah."
"What's he going to do about his wife and kids?" I felt nervous, sensing something unhealthy about the whole affair.
And what Roby said next made me freeze. "Pete thinks his wife's getting banged by somebody. But he don't really care. He don't expect her to sit at home and mend his shirts."
"What's that got to do with the party?" I managed, thinking the corrupt marital situation at the Major house wasn't all Pete's fault.
"He's gonna give her a chance to meet her lover. She'll send the kids over to some friend's house."
I almost told Roby that I'd have to miss the party. But I caught myself in time and held back my words. I took another bite of my sandwich, but it tasted stale and dry.
An unusual thing happened that afternoon. I got a phone call at work. It wasn't exactly forbidden to receive phone calls on the job, but they were supposed to be held to strict emergencies.
When I picked up the receiver, I guess I half-expected to hear Nicki explode in my ear.
But it was Jill Brown's voice I heard.
"Listen," she said. I could imagine her leaning closer to the mouthpiece. "Listen," she repeated, "I saw your ad in the Billboard."
I knew what was on the agenda now. She'd tell me how I owed her the chance to break into films. She'd give me a run-down of all her dramatic achievements and possibilities.
"I was almost ready to give up," she went on. "And then I read your ad. I don't think there's an agent in the business I haven't seen at least twice."
"But you shouldn't have called me at work," I said, trying to sound angry.
"To put it bluntly, Nord," she said with impatience in her voice, "I called you at work because I wanted to apply before the other girls."
"So?"
"So," Jill mimicked. "So it seems to me you're in an ideal position to land me this job and maybe make me famous."
"You know the kind of movie we're making?"
"A dirty one, I guess."
"That's a matter of opinion."
"I'm not a girl with inhibitions. You ought to know that!"
"Well, okay," I said, eager to get off the phone. "There's going to be a sort of party, where we'll make our selections. I'll tell you about it later."
"All right," she answered. "I'll be ready to be dragged off my feet and into your den of sin."
I realized suddenly before the afternoon was over that tomorrow I'd have the day free. I decided I'd go down and talk to Pete about our movie. We ought to get into production right away.
When I went home, I found Nicki more glum and despondent and angry than ever.
By bedtime, however, she was acting more normal. In bed, I hugged her tightly to me, feeling a hot surge of desire as her soft breasts pressed into me. I pressed my own flesh to her nakedness.
She began pushing me away.
"What th' hell--? " I began.
"Don't you touch me that way!" she snapped, her eyes glistening with anger. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Now, listen, darling," I began, touching her cheek. She sat up quickly, her lush breasts heaving.
"Don't lay a finger on me again!" she hissed. "What you want to do is wrong! And you've taken advantage of me! I'm ashamed-so ashamed I could hide for the rest of my life. Just keep away from me!"
I saw her face harden. She was reeking with self-righteousness. I opened my mouth to lash out, but she was so damned beautiful when she was angry I couldn't make my words come out. Her eyes shone with a fierce light, and her skin glowed softly. For a moment, I struggled between indignation and desire.
Desire won. Whatever happened, I had to savor those silky thighs again. I licked my lips, remembering.
"Darling," I said earnestly, "I know how you feel. But there's nothing wrong with it, believe me. You made me very happy when you let me, and there can't be anything morally wrong with that, can there?"
Her lips tightened. "I want to forget it ever happened."
I leaned close, my voice husky with desire. "I did things to you that made you happy. Let me do it again, honey. Again and again"
"Damn you, Nord!" she snapped, her eyes blazing. "I want to forget that. Just let me, that's all!"
I looked at her beautiful, naked body and swallowed hard. Desperation made my voice hoarse. "I'll promise you anything if you'll just let me-"
She struck me with a vicious, stinging slap. I blinked in surprise.
The next moment, Nicki was getting out of bed.
"Where are you going, darling?" I asked anxiously.
"You're sick, Nord, and I want no part of you. I'm going to sleep on the couch."
"Now, wait-"
But it was utterly hopeless to try to persuade her, reason with her, though I was grimly determined to have my way again. There was magic in her thighs, and I wasn't going to let it escape me so easily.
I lay awake that night, tortured by my imaginings, torturing myself with delicious fantasies, mentally indulging in every erotic act imaginable to me. By morning, the hunger in me was a searing, relentless ache.
I knew I had to do something, or go mad. I got up early and got out my fishing gear. I'd go out to the lake and fish.
I was walking along the lakeshore, near the row of cabins, when I heard a cabin door open. I saw the outline of a husky young figure silhouetted against the dim inside of the room. The figure stood in the doorway, stretching like a cat. I watched the man walk out onto the ramp and lean against the grille railing. He was athletic and possessed a fine body. He wore only cotton briefs. I stared at his firm chest, trim stomach, and heavy legs.
"How's the fishing down there?" he called. His voice was deep, thoroughly masculine.
"Good, I guess. I just arrived."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," I said, rippling the water with my boots, watching the figure stride down the metal staircase, his bare feet making a muffled sound as he descended to the lakeside. He joined me, hands on hips, staring down. He was blonde from the deep sheen of his neatly combed hair to the down on his chest and belly. I saw a mass of darker hair fan out from the top of his scant briefs.
"Just got in from Albuquerque. Quite a ride," the man said. "My name's Jim."
"I'm Nord."
"Hi, Nord."
I stared at the man's basket, a bulbous affair that lay heavy inside his briefs. It reminded me of a knotted fist. My mind was operating like a camera, recording every motion, reflex, that Jim's body made.
"Can we swim bare ass down here?" Jim asked, hunkering down on his heels beside me. His bulge became more pronounced, better outlined.
"Yeah, I suppose before the women get up."
"What are we waiting for? Join me." Jim raised his finely chiseled arms and stretched his muscles.
"Sure."
Jim arched his back, and his heavy chest puffed out, his trim belly sucked in. He grabbed the top of his briefs with his thumbs and peeled them from his young body, standing there naked and free.
"Sure feels good to get out of those," he said. He towered over me. I looked at him, seeing , very thing revealed in detailed perfection.
"Going to join me?" Jim asked, pounding his fist lightly into his palm.
"Sure thing," I said.
In the next instant, I felt strong arms around me, and before I knew what was happening, I was being shoved into the lake, clothes and all. I gasped when I hit the water, then sank deeply. Coming up for breath, I saw Jim suck in air, then dive straight down. He disappeared. Then strong arms wrapped around my legs and pulled me completely under. A knee was in my ihest, and hands ran over my body. Fingers rippled in the water, searched and found my crotch. A hand grabbed my penis, and strong fingers felt, measured. I felt myself being released. Then we both shot to the surface.
Jim spat out a mouthful of water and grinned. "For a man your size, you ain't very well tooled!"
"It only takes four inches!"
Jim laughed.
I found myself laughing too, happy because Jim was happy.
"You didn't have to toss me in," I said. "I was getting ready to strip!"
"Thought you'd turned chicken!"
I felt Jim's eyes appraise me, "I like to see what a guy's got between his legs," Jim said, and hit me playfully on the shoulder. "Come on. I'll race you around the lake. That will dry us off."
We both took off. I followed easily beside Jim. We trotted some distance, than paused to rest. I was completely out of breath. Jim took advantage of me, groped me.
"Hey, I like meat!" Jim laughed, his hard fingers around my penis.
I brushed his hand away.
Jim crouched directly before me, unzipped my zipper, and took my cock in his hand. My spine began to tingle as he pumped and stroked. Gentle, but firm. It was maddening, and my cock hardened. Jim's hands left my prick, and his mouth took over.
"Like it?" he asked, looking up.
I did not reply.
"You liked it," Jim said, getting up. He lifted r i me high above his head, then set me down at the edge of the water. He hugged my legs and rubbed his chin against my knees.
"It ain't a big one, but it's pretty nice," he said, "that thing you've got between your legs. Let me look at it. Let me get next to it."
I saw that Jim was hard, too. His was huge, but perfectly proportioned and in keeping with his magnificent body. He gripped my thighs and spread them wide apart. I closed my eyes as his hungry mouth went on target and lips looped around my hardened flesh.
My fingernails dug into Jim's neck. I writhed, leaning back, and moaned with pleasure.
"How's that?" Jim asked, pausing, looking up.
I squeezed his shoulder hard.
"Do I know how to give a guy a good time?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down the insides of my thighs.
"Like crazy, man!"
"Let's go to my room and have some real fun," Jim said.
The room was dark inside, but I made out twin beds. One bed was occupied. On it lay a dark, young girl, fast asleep. Her buttocks were turned toward me, her twin mounds pushing up.
"Don't worry about her," Jim said in a low voice. "She's out like a light." Pulling me onto the empty bed and throwing himself down beside me, he said, "Cuddle. I'm going to show you a real good time."
I hadn't gone in much for Jim's brand of fun. "The girl?" I questioned.
"A broad I take around with me sometimes."
We tangled arms and legs, and I felt Jim's moist mouth seeking mine, his hard, hot tongue forcing its way into my throat. A thousand nerve ends in my spine began to tingle, and I lay there in anticipation as Jim's hands massaged my chest and stomach, then groped and held my stiff cock. Jim's hairy chest was pressed against mine, and below, I felt him press his own hot, hard flesh against my stiffness. Our mouths still glued together, I let Jim suck my tongue, and then, hardening into a coil, he shot his tongue deep into my throat.
It had been a long, long time since I'd tried sex with a man. I'd forgotten how intense it could be. Jim was like a wild animal, but I didn't care.
Jim's lips left mine and worked hungrily at my nipples, increasing my desire which throbbed below. Finally, his head slid down to my belly, tongue trailing over sensitive flesh until it reached my tilted erection that quivered in anticipation. Jim gobbled like he was starved while I writhed with pleasure. Desperately, I wanted to do the same thing to the sleeping girl, trade her thrill for thrill, but this was good, too too good to break away. But I wanted the girl's pussy in the way Jim was enjoying my cock. I was powerless to move.
Jim shifted around, shouldered down into a classic position, and glued his chest to my hard belly. I searched my companion's hard erection and found it big, big. For a moment, I tried to pretend it was the girl's clit, and I was going to
! mouth it. I was in awe of its girth. The bed rocked and pleasure coursed through me as Jim sucked.
I shot my wad before I was able to make myself mouth Jim's hard cock. Exhausted, I lay on my back with Jim's moist mouth still caressing my relaxed flesh.
Later, Jim asked, "Can you stay all day and night; We can make it again and again, Buddy."
Suddenly, I remembered-
"I really should go," I said.
"Somebody waiting for you? A wife?"
"Yes and a business matter."
Jim sucked my ear, kissed my face, found my mouth, and his tongue darted in and out, promising future treats. His hands found my naked bottom and probed carelessly. "Sleep with me," he begged. "You won't be sorry."
I was tired and relaxed, and I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to find Jim's arms wrapped around my body. I felt his chest expand against my own. I expelled a sigh.
Seconds later or was it an hour? the girl coughed and moved. I stiffened, wondering how long the dame had been awake. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, dangling her feet.
Her dark hair picked up threads of light that seeped in through the window. She squinted to take in my naked body, then leered at Jim and asked, "What do you have there, Jim?"
"Lisa, this is Nord," Jim said.
"Pleased to meet you," the girl said, and I noted that her eyes were a deep blue, almost violet, her nose and profile feminine and perfect.
"You two been having fun?" she asked, lighting a cigarette.
"The most," Jim answered, tweaking one of my nipples, making me turn grinning toward him.
"Got any stuff left for me?" the girl asked, looking straight at me.
"Sorry, he shot his wad," Jim told her. "If you're getting the urge, you can finger-fuck yourself!"
"I've always got the urge," Lisa said seriously. "I figure this guy's got enough meat left to satisfy me. How about it, fellow?"
I felt Jim's body tense. When I remained quiet, it relaxed again.
"I want your friend to fuck me," Lisa said. "Anything wrong with that?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to."
"Look, I'd better go," I said.
"Relax," the girl told me. "I'm going to show you how much I dig sex." She came to me, pushed me onto the bed. "I'm hot," she said. "Real hot but that goddamned prick of Jim's is too big."
I looked at Jim. He nodded, watching. I pushed the girl onto the bed and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was wet.
I knelt and began rubbing her thighs, then I caressed her buttocks and played with her breasts.
"You're going to like this," I promised, as my mouth sought her cunt.
I slipped my tongue into her hot wetness, and she cried out and writhed. r
"Relax," I said.
My body tense, I pressed my face into her hairs, probed with my tongue until I found her clit. My lips surrounded it, and the girl moaned in quick agony.
"Relax!" I cried again, harshly. "In a moment, you'll be begging for it!"
I knew she was trying to relax. I lifted my mouth an instant, then shot my stiff tongue deep into her.
I pulled it out and asked, "How's it feeling now? You liking it?"
She moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.
"You've got a nice pussy, kid! Wow! I'm going to show you a real hot time."
I wasn't lying to her. I did.
For a time, the girl writhed and moaned in a confusion of pain and pleasure. Then the fun turned into exquisite pleasure.
"Oh, it's wonderful wonderful-" she breathed.
I felt Jim mount me and try to stick his hard cock up my ass. I shook him off. I was above the girl, on my knees. I felt Jim's head slip between my buttocks and find my hard apparatus, take it into his mouth. His tongue was rough, though I knew he was trying to be gentle.
I shot my semen deep into Jim's throat. The-girl hadn't climaxed yet, so, tired that I was, I kept on doing it to her. Jim kept fooling with my peter, jerking it back and forth in precision movements timed to my thrusting into Lisa's body. A three-way precision machine, I thought! We ought to have this on film!
In a matter of moments, I felt myself explode again, and I knew that Lisa had climaxed almost at the same time. It was only a second until Jim shot thick, white semen all over the place.
The three of us shoved together. In minutes, Jim began to yawn, though he was polite enough to offer me a beer.
I refused, but thanked him. I dressed and started to leave.
At the door, Jim hugged me. "I'll be this way again in seven or eight days," he said. "Maybe I'll see you around, huh?"
I merely grunted.
* * * * *
It was late when I got home that night. Nicki was sound asleep. I tiptoed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I got a beer from the refrigerator and drank it before falling onto the living room couch, thoroughly exhausted. I was asleep in less than no time.
The next morning, Nicki said, "You must have enjoyed yourself yesterday. I woke up about two, and you weren't in bed."
"I slept on the couch," I said.
Nicki looked angry, before she said, "Pete Major came over last night. He wanted to see you something about that movie. Nord, Pete's nice."
Suddenly, I was thinking about Pete. Men everywhere tell each other that all a woman wants is a big dick. A woman would gladly trade anything for a stud with a twelve-inch cock.
Well, maybe that was the way it was with some women. But not with Edna. Hell, she liked sex as well as anybody so long as it didn't hurt. I didn't know exactly how much hurt Pete's big cock gave her, but she'd told me several times that Pete's dong was too much for comfort.
She'd made me feel sort of good about having a little dick.
I wondered if old Pete, the bastard, ever made the motel scene with some dame.
And my thoughts made my passion rise.
Coolly, but swiftly, I reached for Nicki's robe and pulled it from her shoulders. She choked back a scream.
"Nicki," I said, "please. Don't you understand?" I let my eyes rake over her body. The robe was covering only a small part of her nakedness.
"Get away from me!" she yelled, her voice dangerous. I saw both fear and rage in her eyes. "What right have you to try to do this?"
"Plenty of right!" I lashed out and snatched the robe from her, and she stood there in ll her magnificent, naked glory. "Please, Nicki." I felt my face twitch with desire.
"Go away! And don't ever do such a thing again!"
"No!"
Nicki gave a choked cry of rage. She began fighting me, kicking and squirming. I forced my knees between hers.
"Please," I pleaded. "I can't stand not having you."
"You can't have everything you want!" she cried, scratching at me.
"Don't fight. I'm stronger than you!"
Her lips surrendered to me, as if she knew I was too strong to be denied. I felt her melting around me and writhing with sweet ecstasy. I got her on the bed and lifted her to higher surges of joy. And finally, we rolled together, clutching at each other in the final spasms of elation.
Later, Nicki said angrily, "You raped me, Nord!"
"I guess I did," I said. I grinned, but she did not return it. She averted her face so that I could not see the expression on it.
"Haven't you anything to say about what you just did?" she asked.
"Doesn't it prove something to you?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder.
She pulled away, turned her back on me.
"What? That you're stronger than I am?"
"No! That you like sex."
She slapped me. I winced as the sting of her hand closed my eyes.
"Look, Nicki," I said, after a tense silence, "I love you I want you. I'll do anything if you'll just let me." I buried my face against her soft breasts.
"I I don't like your mouth on me that way!"
I raised my head and gazed at her. And then I said something I shouldn't have. I said, "Other women like it that way. Edna likes it."
She asked sharply, "How do you know what Edna likes?"
I did not reply. I felt a tremor pass through my body. I sealed my lips.
When Nicki spoke again, I wondered if she was relenting. "I don't know what is going to happen to us," she said. "I I have to think. Will you just not push me, please? I just need time, and maybe-"
"And maybe you'll let me?"
"No promises yet, Nord. Not yet."
"Can I hope, Nicki?"
"Hope if you wish," she said.
* * * * *
I went down to the shop where Pete Major worked to see him later that morning. I began thinking a great deal about sex and life. Because sex is what life is all about men and women in bed together, in the back seats of cars, on the beach. Everywhere. I wondered if others had as many thoughts about sex. Then I had some new ones. They frightened me, and I felt again that I was missing the boat, muffing every chance, and getting more psychotic all the time.
SIX
The meeting about the proposed movie production was held at Roby Small's apartment. It was time to round up a cast, and Roby had invited the girl.
Displaying her talents before the group of men, which included John. Price and Pete Major, she seemed to catch on fire. She wove her body suggestively before the men, socking her hips in and out as if to smack their faces. I reached for her perfect breasts, but she spun away from me.
Her name was Judy, and, as she swung away; from me, I noted with surprise that she'd been aroused. My cock bulged and stiffened, straining! against my pants.
Now, Judy danced close to Pete and John.; r
Her tight, black dress was peeled off, exposing a flimsy black bra that barely covered the tips of her hard, erect nipples and showed a generous measure of round, quivering flesh as she danced and jiggled. She stepped out of her bikini panties, and a dark blur of hair indicated her muffed cunt.
She reached behind and unhooked her bra, tossing it off her shoulders and breasts. Even with her wonderful, plump breasts exposed, I kept my eyes on her cunt. I moved my tongue around my wet lips.
Judy raised her arms over her head, twirled, stamped her feet in the manner of a Spanish dancer, then jumped and yelled. She fell to the floor and writhed, exposing the gap of her red pussy, already glistening with juices.
She jumped up and swung her breasts in my face, running her hands over my head, neck and ears. Before I could grab her, she'd eluded me and was teasing some of the other men.
Soon, she was back, however, and this time she fell into my arms.
I asked, "Do I win the prize?"
She looked at me warmly, curled her arms about my neck, then snuggled her head against my cheek. "You get all I've got," she whispered softly. "That is, if you want it."
"You damned right, I do! I want your sweet pussy!" I kissed her on her breasts, sucked the warm femininity from them, then lifted her and carried her to the couch. Kicking off my shoes, I began to untie my tie and unbutton my shirt.
"Let me undress you," the girl said playfully, looking at me with eyes that showed excitement. I was only vaguely aware of the other men looking on.
She shucked off my shirt and ran bare fingers over my chest. I burst out with goose pimples of delight when she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants with her mouth.
We lay for a moment looking at each other in the dim light, looking at the difference in our bodies that made them so interesting. I studied her pert, erect nipples, her flat stomach, the furry triangle between her legs, soft, warm, and mysterious, inviting exploration.
Then we left off looking at each other and ran our hands over bare bodies. I pushed her down, got between her legs, and pressed my face between her tits. As I sucked a nipple, she threw back her head, baring her teeth. She let out a squeal of exquisite pleasure.
"Fuck her!" one of the men said.
I kissed her on the lips as I nuzzled her pussy with my stiff cock. It went inside, where it felt moist, warm, and secure.
I felt light, airy, floating as I pumped it into the girl, who was groaning and moaning. She had her eyes half-closed as I carried her higher and higher to joy and ecstasy.
I was on top of her, in the normal position, between her legs. She reached down and grabbed the base of my organ, then played with my balls.
"Go easy," she whispered in my ear. "That's the way I like it. Ooooh."
But I liked it better the other way, the oral way. However, I wanted to please the girl. And, besides, I didn't know what the men would think. So I pumped away until I couldn't hold my load any longer. We climaxed together, then I rolled off and lay beside her, panting in her ear.
She looked at me sadly, but I knew it wasn't from regret. She ran her hand through my hair and said, "I'll be ready for you again. Any time."
Oh, how I wanted to press my tongue into her soft, furry cunt! She was an experienced girl who knew her way around between the sheets, and she'd raised me to that never-never land where everything was perfect.
Pete Major said, "I want to bang her next!"
When Pete got on her and pushed his cock at her pussy, the girl cried out, "It hurts like hell! It's too big!"
Pete drew back, spit into the palm of his hand, and rubbed saliva on the head of his hard-on. "Now, everything's going to be all right," he said.
But it wasn't. I watched the girl's legs whip back and forth as he tried to enter her.
"Jesus, I want it!" Pete said aloud.
"I want it as much as you do," the girl told him.
"What are we supposed to do about it?"
"Wait," Judy said. She caught Pete by the ears, pulled his head down to her furry nest.
"Oh, shit!" Pete cried, licking his lips.
"Goddamn it! Suck it! Eat it! Do something!" The girl bit Pete on the belly.
My whole body throbbed with desire.
Pete's mouth clamped over the girl's wet pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels so good!" the girl cried, opening her legs wider. She pulled Pete's head closer.
There was just meat between the girl's legs, that was all, I knew. But it set me on fire.
I wanted terribly to go down on somebody!
I've always and forever been interested in my own and other people's fucking and sucking, so it was a real pleasure to watch Pete eat the girl. There were times, of course, when I'd been ashamed of my little cock, but, seeing that Pete's big thing wouldn't work, I felt pretty good about my own. It had given this girl pleasure, and I'd had other girls tell me they'd had out-of-this-world moments with guys whose cocks were even smaller than mine.
"It's the way you use it," one of them had said.
I'd tried to use mine. I felt sorry for anyone who didn't enjoy the great pleasure machine he had between his legs.
Now, Pete's mouth was on the girl's private parts, and I knew he had snaked his tongue into her slit. For a moment, she didn't resist. She was dazed. Then she began to moan and struggled, as if the feeling was too intense. She tried to push away and jerk free.
But Pete clung to her fiercely, as if he had to savor her silken thighs at any cost. With a driving singleness of purpose, he rammed his tongue deep, probing with its fiery tip. She writhed her hips, intensely excited at the hot contact with her flesh.
"Oh, shit!" I said, almost exploding in my pants.
Quickly, I pushed Pete away. I slid my head around, probing, and the next moment I'd found her clit. I felt her stiffen while, with skill and experience, I sucked, then probed deeper into her moist nest, vibrating my tongue. She struggled, and her mouth twisted. She gasped and arched her body as her mouth relaxed and her eyelids fluttered.
I knew she had climaxed.
A wave of exultation rose in me, but I didn't release my pressure. I continued to suck and probe. She began to sob as she moved her hips in a gentle rhythm. Finally, with a deep moan, she put her arms around me and moaned, "Oh, yes! Yes!"
Our ritual of love-making began in earnest.
Then I slithered my tongue into her again, she clutched me eagerly, and I sensed that her passion was growing more frantic than ever. I withdrew my tongue and gently bit her stomach. She pulled me down again, and I grasped her folds of soft flesh with my teeth.
"Please-, " she gasped, jerking her hips to emphasize her impatience.
I used a tantalizing, sucking motion, vibrating my tongue in her. I tormented her until she was begging tearfully. A sob of anguish escaped her lips as I explored.
"Please," she begged. "Please-"
"Now!" I said.
Nothing was forbidden with her beautiful, clean body, so I probed the most graceful and irresistible parts of her female anatomy. She gasped and jerked her buttocks up eagerly, then squirmed and wiggled in her bliss.
I started up a back-and-forth motion that teased her to ecstasy. She thrashed her head from side to side as she shuddered from head to toe.
With eyes closed, I sucked her clit. And, all of a sudden, it was one of my Aunt Meg's breasts I had in my mouth, warm and life-giving. And I felt loved and secure, some sort of indescribable hunger gone from my body my mind.
"Now," she hissed.
I parted her thighs wider and clutched her buttocks, the ache in my throat and lips intense. Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I plunged.
A low scream came from the girl's throat as she raced to her climax. I kept exploring with pent-up fury. When she tried to jerk away, I clung ferociously, ignoring her cries of protest, totally immersed in my own pleasure.
At last, a profound fulfillment welled up in me, and with a shuddering sigh, I released the girl.
"I'm next!" John Price said, his pants tented out.
"Are you all right, darling?" I asked the girl.
She said nothing. She began to sob.
"You were wonderful fantastic," I whispered, stroking her damp, silken thighs. "You were everything my mouth ever demanded, honey and fire. And you loved it."
Suddenly, the girl was pushing away.
John moved in.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped. Her eyes narrowed. "What th' hell?"
"Don't lay a finger on me!" she hissed. "I did wrong. He took advantage of me." She pointed an accusing finger in my face. "I'm so ashamed I could hide for the rest of my life. All of you keep away from me!"
Her face hardened. I studied it carefully, wondering if I detected phony guilt. Damned if she hadn't liked it too much to have any regrets! I couldn't understand her sudden, reverse reactions.
"Listen," I said. "I know how you feel. Maybe it happened too quickly. But there's nothing wrong with it, believe me. I made you happy. I know I did, so don't lie. And you made me very, very happy. There can't be anything wrong with that, can there?"
Her lips tightened. "Don't try to con me, mister! I want to forget it ever happened."
John said, "Oh, shit! Let her go fuck herself!"
In a fast move, the girl's hand rose and struck him a vicious, stinging slap in the face. John blinked in surprise. The next moment, the girl was getting off the couch.
"Where are you going?" Roby Small asked.
"I'm getting the hell out of here," she hissed. "You're sick all of you and I want no part of you!"
It seemed obvious to me that the girl was faking. Why? Then I thought I knew, and I said, "We'll pay you more than the others, Judy."
She stared at me suspiciously, before she eased herself back down onto the couch.
I looked toward Roby, John and Pete for their approval, and then I said, "We'll give you five dollars an hour more-"
Judy shrugged, but I knew it was an act. She hesitated. "Well, I guess-, " she said.
As she dressed, I studied her beautiful, sensual body that had given me more joy than anything I'd ever experienced. She was the ultimate in sex, fiery and infinitely satisfying. There was sheer magic in her thighs.
A magic that I would never forget!
And in my mind, I was already writing advertising for our movie, "See the world's greatest cunt!"
After Roby and the girl left, the rest of us settled down for a business session.
"We're setting up a shooting schedule for next week," I said. "We'll be using Judy as the star in our flick."
"Shit!" Pete snorted. "We've already hired enough girls for our cast!"
"Fire one of them," I said, "and put this one in. Well give her the full, dirty treatment."
"I get it," Pete leered.
"Do we all ball the broad?" John asked.
"Far as I know, she's free tail," I said. "She's like all the other dames who want their boobies and boxes immortalized on film. She's up for grabs."
"Good. Then I'll fuck her first."
"Before every cock on our team gets into her?" Pete asked.
"Before every cock but one!" I grinned and looked at Pete. "No, make that two! Yours is too big, and, remember, I like mine in a strictly eat-it-up way!"
"It's a hang-up that gives the rest of us free screwing," John said.
"By God, that's right!" I reflected. "I never really thought of it quite like that before!"
* * * * *
John Price had rented a large, vacated city building for our inside takes. It had once been used as a restaurant, and at one end of it, there was a lovely artificial waterfall.
I was standing back of the camera, in a dark place, when our girl, Judy, entered the room. I wondered if the other girls would be resentful of her promotion to stardom, if they would make it rough for her.
Evidently, she had been expecting trouble and had composed her face before she entered the room. Five or six girls, standing under the waterfall in various stages of undress, gave her long, concentrated stares.
"Hi, everybody," Judy said.
"Well, if it isn't the girl with the all gold pussy!" a tall, willowy blonde replied. She was completely nude. Her dark, pubic hair revealed that she wasn't a natural blonde.
I already knew that she was a thwarted actress, a sometimes call-girl, and one of the nastier bitches among our group. I expected trouble and braced myself for it.
"Thanks for the compliment," Judy said. She grinned not much-just enough to be friendly and pleasant.
The bitch glared at her, and the other girls looked on silently, watching to see what would happen next.
My breath caught in my throat, when the blonde bitch demanded, "What are you trying to hand us, bullshit? You expect us to believe you didn't fuck yourself into your job?"
I watched Judy hold her grin. She even allowed it to deepen a little. She shook her head.
"Good Christ, no!" she replied. "I mean, it was just dumb luck that I knew Roby Small, and that he and Nord Southgate picked me out."
That drew most of the poison out of the other girls, but the blonde one wasn't quite finished yet.
"And you didn't strain your spine to make them think--? "
"Sure, I did," Judy said. She reached behind her neck, unzipped her dress, and pulled it over her head. "Wouldn't you have done the same in my place?" she asked from under the enveloping folds of her dress.
She had the dress off and was standing in her bra and pants.
Another girl asked, "Who is the guy with the golden cock?" The question was asked in a friendly manner.
Judy unhooked her bra and slid the bra straps down over her shoulders. "If you're looking for size, try Pete Major. But Nord Southgate keep an eye out for him. I hear he's gotten breaks for other girls-"
I held my breath, hoping Judy would reveal the right thing.
"Uh-huh," one girl said, looking straight at Judy. "Got any tips on how to serve him?"
"Well, I guess he's like most guys that enjoy fucking-"
"Is he any good?" another girl inquired.
I strained forward through the darkness.
"Well, he was good enough to make me three times and that's not bad for a guy who'd been out on the town most of the night."
"How does he like it? Any kinks?"
Judy giggled. "If you mean, does he beat you, no." She was completely out of her clothes. "See? No marks, no bruises. No whips, belts, or straps."
"Maybe he had you use them on him," one girl observed slyly.
"He didn't," Judy said calmly.
"Hey, be fair! Give us-the clinical details!" two other girls demanded. "How does Nord South gate like to screw?"
Judy turned, smiling. "Okay, I'll tell you his secret! He's the worst kind of pervert! He actually-likes to stick his cock inside a woman!"
I almost laughed aloud at that. There was a ripple of giggles among the girls.
"My God!" one girl exclaimed in mock horror.
Judy evidently decided to carry the gag further. "He really has this weird disease, see?" she said. "His cock gets hard and stands out without his having to think horny thoughts or play with himself! Then so help me he wants to poke it between your legs and into your snatch! But I won't describe any more of the ghastly details!"
"Please, don't," one girl giggled. "I'll get sick to my stomach if you do!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. Judy was going to get along with the girls.
SEVEN
John Price wanted to start filming out at the lake. But Roby, Pete and I thought the vacant building would do better. More privacy.
I'd been sort of shook-up before we'd started to work that night. Jill Brown had called me. And that dame didn't have red hair for nothing! She was the maddest broad that ever lived when she learned we'd given the lead part in our movie to the girl named Judy.
"You sonofabitch!" she'd yelled into the phone. "You bastard!"
I was still quaking and short-tempered when we arranged the girls under the waterfall for the first take.
"Get your asses to wiggling!" I roared through my meg. "Action!"
Seven naked girls began moving about gracefully. My eyes were on Judy. What a broad! What an ass!
I knew in my heart she was going to look better on film than Jill. I wasn't sorry Roby had managed to give her the lead when she leaned back and rested against a boulder, her nice tits sticking out. One of the other girls went to her knees before her and began nudging her pussy with her mouth. I nearly died! Jesus Christ, I wanted to taste her cunt!
I cornered her after the take.
"Let's not crap around, kid," I told her. "I can tell you like what I like to give out. I'll meet you in your dressing room."
"And finish off what Helen started?"
"You catch on quick!" Holy shit, she was going to be great! "I'll do something to you I've liked to do since I was a child!"
I gave her a few minutes, watching Roby and Pete arrange the other girls for the next shot. Roby's hands were groping pussies, and Pete's cock bulged out the front of his pants. They both were enjoying their work.
"Hi," I said, slipping into Judy's improvised dressing room, a broad grin on my face. I put my arm around her naked waist and pulled her to me. I bent my head down and gave her a long, searing kiss. My tongue probed ravenously between her lips.
She pressed her naked body against mine and felt the urgent press of my cock through my pants. She pulled me toward her cot with a fond, throaty laugh.
"Ten to one you haven't had any supper," she said.
"No, I haven't."
"Hungry?"
"Hell no, not for food!" I replied. "Not now maybe later."
I pulled her to the cot, took her into my arms, and kissed her again. I slid my right hand around her shoulders. Still holding my mouth against hers, I slid her down on the cot. Then I moved my mouth, my lips and tongue gliding down over her neck, to her breasts. I stroked the back of her neck, then ran my hand along her spine. She shuddered with delight and moaned softly.
I closed my lips around her right nipple and sucked it gently. I began flicking my tongue, slowly at first, then faster, against its erect point. She pressed herself against me. I bit tenderly on her nipple, my tongue licking feverishly.
"Get out of your clothes," she begged. "I want you to tongue me that way down here, in my pussy."
I got quickly out of my clothes. Judy quivered as she looked at me, her eyes traveling from my face down to my hard, flat stomach and to my erect cock.
"Nord."
"Shh!"
"I'm on fire!" she gasped. "Take it easy," I grinned, my fingers playing around her juicy cunt. "Let's don't rush things."
"Oh, God, Nord!"
"Uh-huh. Not yet," I murmured, staring at her opened slit.
I shifted my position slightly so that my tongue stroked the silken smoothness of her thighs. She opened them reflexively, and I traced a pattern with my tongue on their inner sides. She was sobbing now, her hands clutching the bedclothes. Her hips undulated against the press of my face.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!"
I plunged my tongue through her patch of dark pubic hair and found what I sought. She quivered as my lips closed around the tumerescent ridge of flesh, sucked it.
I reached up and kneaded the globes of her breasts. Then I darted my tongue in and out of her cunt.
"Please, Nord."
She tried to lie back, tried to luxuriate in the sensual thrills that surged through her as the flames inside her licked higher and higher. But the intensity of my tongue was too great.
She writhed like a snake. "Oh, God, Nord!" she cried. "I can't wait."
"Go on, then, Judy!" My voice was muffled in the hairs of her cunt.
Her muscles corded as she strained to me. She arched her back, ground her hips.
"Oooooh!"
The moan which signaled the approach of orgasm rose to a cry of joy. She seized one of my hands, pulled it away from her breast and up to her mouth. She took my middle finger between her lips, and her tongue licked it violently. When she reached her peak, she bit it, then made sounds of pure joy.
I did not move my head from between her thighs. I let my mouth lie in her nest of hair.
"Oh, more-more," she pleaded. "I want you inside me!"
I pulled my hand away from her mouth and kneaded her breasts, tweaking her nipples. I drew myself up alongside her and stroked her belly. I ran my hand over her thighs, then spread them, before I eased myself up and covered her body with my own.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, put it in me!" Judy moaned against my mouth. "Inside me aw, Jesus that's it!"
She'd raised her hips to meet my cock. She swallowed my erect organ, her vaginal muscles tightening and grasping at the entering shaft, drawing it inside her.
I lay motionless upon her for several seconds. She twitched, and her spasms closed and clutched around me. I began moving slowly.
I turned her head so that my mouth came gently in contact with her neck and ear. My tongue traced a delicate pattern of her small, delicate ear, then flicked into it. She arched her back and thrust her hips hard against mine.
She reached around me to grab my buttocks and pull me closer.
"Faster!" she gasped. "I-"
She flung her legs over my back and locked them around me. I increased my tempo and forced my thrusts.
"Ahhhhh!"
I felt her tremors start deep inside her. She writhed beneath me, then pounded her body up against mine.
"You you, too this time please," she gasped.
I thrust my tongue deep into her ear, half imagining it to be her cunt. My cock seemed to swell and grow larger insider her.
And then I spurted and felt the rush of my sperm flooding into her.
She reached her peak at the very same time.
As I left Judy's dressing room, I heard Roby in the next apartment. He was with a girl who was having her period.
"Shag it!" he said. "I know another way."
I stopped, looked, and listened.
Roby's look was one of ultimate obscenity. "You got no periods in that end," he said, patting the girl's buttocks. "So, okay. Get on the cot on your stomach. I'll be there in a minute."
I watched the girl lie on the cot. Roby got naked. He had his back to me, and when he turned, his erect organ glistened in the dim light. He had slathered it with vaseline.
He came closer to the cot. Then the cot sagged as he straddled the girl. He pawed her legs wide apart.
The girl braced herself, biting her lips. Roby heaved a huge breath, rocked himself back then drove forward.
The girl screamed as he plunged his cock into her. The scream was of pain, and I knew that the pain continued, tearing at her, causing every fiber of her body to refract waves of sharp, jagged agony.
"Please Please," she sobbed. "Please stop you're hurting me."
Roby didn't hear, or pretended not to hear. He gripped her hips with vise-like fingers and drove himself deeper and deeper into her body. He was even oblivious to the loud, banging sound of the girl's head as it struck the wall each time he thrust forward.
The result of Roby's fucking the girl in the ass was that she quit the cast that night. That threw us in a bind, and just before quitting time, around midnight, we called the rest of the girls together.
"Any of you know of another broad dark, five feet five--? " If we could find another girl about like the one who had quit us, it would save a lot of retakes.
"My roommate," one of the girls said.
"Can you get her down here right away?"
"If she's not out on a date."
"Well, get to the phone and make a try of it!" I said.
The girls went home, but Roby, John, Pete and I waited. In about thrity minutes, this broad showed up.
At first glance, she looked fine, and my hopes soared.
"You're not a cherry?" John Price asked, then shrugged. "And I mean that two ways," he added. "Experience in front of a camera and screwing. Screwing's as much a part of this job as acting is." He gave her another long, appraising look and grinned lasciviously.
"I lost a foot race when I was eight years old," the girl said. "And I've done some modeling."
"How about her tits?" Pete asked.
"I'm thirty-six, "C" cup," she replied.
"Uplift?" I asked.
"Hell, no! Feel and see!"
I cocked a dubious eyebrow, casually reached over and placed my hand on her left breasts. I gave it an assaying squeeze. I took my hand away, grinning.
"It feels okay to me," I said. "How about the underbrush?"
I was referring to her pubic hair, of course.
"It's light not in color, that is," she said. "But I'm not very hairy."
"Maybe we could pad it," Roby said. "Let us see your hips and thighs. You don't have flap-hips, or anything like that, do you?"
"No. You want me to strip?"
"Hell, yes," we all said. And then I added, "You'd be surprised how many weirdo pussies we've looked at to get our cast." I laughed. "You should have seen one of the girls I interviewed the day before yesterday. That broad had a clitoris that dangled like an elephant's trunk!"
"Okay, baby, get your clothes off!" Roby said.
"Right here?"
"Good a place as any."
As she started to undress, I watched every movement, wondering if her clothed body made promises it couldn't keep.
From a back view, she had a great body. Terrific!
"Turn sideways," I said.
She did, and we all grunted our approvals. Not a bad slope at all to her tits in profile.
"Now, turn toward me," I said.
As she faced me, my eyes glued to her pussy and I grunted my approval again. I hitched myself forward, reached out and rubbed the palm of my hand against her pubic mound. It was a coldly professional gesture. I was testing the texture of her hair!
"Stand still!" I commanded.
With both hands, I spread the hair back and examined her cunt closely. Juices welled from it.
"You've got a neat little snatch there," I said. I touched. "It's not only neat it's hot!" I slid my fingers another fraction of an inch, and two of them went up in her.
She swayed and moaned. I took my hand away, but my tongue began circling my lips, and that old hunger for cunt got into my throat.
"Let's take turns fucking her!" Roby said.
The girl glanced at the bulges that protruded from the front of our trousers, then reached over and opened Pete Major's fly. His huge cock flopped out.
"Too big!" she said, and shuddered.
She unzipped my fly.
"Sit on the cot," she said. "Lean back."
I did, and her mouth engulfed my penis. After she'd sucked a while, she said, "Let me try that one with a dong like a donkey. I think it's the biggest I've ever seen."
Pete's cock wasn't freakish or deformed just big. He grinned when she came to him. She started to go down on him, but he pushed her back. "No, I want to fuck it to you," he said. "Don't worry. We'll manage especially with all that juice you're generating."
The girl reached with both hands for his cock. She wanted to feel it, hold it for a moment, make up her mind, I guess.
"Oh, Christ! It's like steel!" she exclaimed, pressing it between her palms, feeling it throb. Now, she seized it with one hand, thrust her hips forward, and rubbed its tip between her labia. She increased the tempo of her rubbing, moaning softly, while the rest of us watched. The scene sent waves of pleasure through me.
She forgot about the rest of us, watching. She was on fire. Burning up!
"Go on, kid," Pete said. "Get juicy, so I can get into you the way I want!"
"Hell, I'm ready!"
Standing, she jammed herself harder against his big, rock-hard cock. She cried out as his organ entered her and tried to pull free of Pete's grasp.
But he continued to pump it to her. Pete was well aware of the effect his big cock had. on women, well aware of the fierce pain, then exquisite pleasure, that it gave. He rested in her a moment, too experienced to force matters. He ran hot hands over her arched back, down her hips, and over her buttocks, until she began to relax. Her hips began to undulate, then rock back and forth. They were pleading.
Finding her breasts, he kneaded them as he fucked his big, hard cock to her. Seizing one of his hands, she pulled it to her mouth and kissed and licked it feverishly.
"Please," she murmured against his hand. "Please."
Roby, holding his cock, stepped closer. He wiggled his organ before her lips. She took it into her mouth.
She served John and me, too, before she fell exhausted upon the cot.
I glanced at her and supposed she was sleeping off her exhaustion. She'd done a good job serving all of us, and, for an instant, I felt something for her. Then I said aloud, "Ah, balls! She's like all the other fame-and-fortune hungry broads who trade their hot little pussies for a chance at fame!"
But she knew her way around. "Uuum," she murmured sleepily, then opened her eyes and glanced up at me.
"Oh, hello," she said, "I'm starved. How about you?"
"Depends on the menu," I said, winking at the other fellows, then eyeing her sweet little cunt.
"I could eat a good, thick steak!"
"Then grab yourself a shower," I said. "We'll go and see what we can find at this time of night."
She got up and went to the bathroom.
Through the opened door, I saw her switch on the light and look at her face. You would have expected her to look haggard and tired, but her face was fresh and glowing.
"I guess maybe sex is a beauty aid," I said to Roby, pointing to the girl. "She's been screwed like I bet she's never been screwed before. You'd expect her to be worn-out, but she's fresh as a daisy."
We both watched her wrap a towel around her head to protect her hair. Then she stepped into the shower and turned on the taps.
I pondered what had just happened. Four guys and a gal! It had been intense sex for me, too, and I'd creamed a cupful.
"Does she get the job?" Roby asked.
I was about to say yes, when John interrupted.
"We want quality," he said.
"Fuck quality," I said. "Who gives a shit about that?"
John's scowl was savage. "I'll admit she put on pretty good fuck fest! But-"
"But what?" I asked.
"You didn't see? You were too busy leering at her pussy?"
"She what?" I demanded. "Well, take a look!"
The girl had finished showering. She turned off the taps. She reached for a towel and started drying her body.
It was then that I first noted the long scar from her navel, down to her pussy.
She'd had a caesarian, and the cicatrix was indeed hideous.
EIGHT
I sighed deeply as I left work. Air traffic control work is grueling, and lately, when I'd end up an eight-hour day, I couldn't sleep. I'd have dreams of a split second mistake that would send two airliners on a collision course, hurling hundreds of passengers and crewmen to their death.
I'd been the man in the tower all afternoon, the man who guided jet-speed traffic. I'd feared I would put two planes together. I was worried sick.
Our movie project had me worried, too Matters weren't going well at all. After that first shooting session, three of the girls had quit.
I was tired as all hell right now and wished I could go home and go to bed. But I had to go down and interview another group of fillies. The other guys had agreed that I had an especial knack for selecting the nicest cunt.
I'd had a compulsion to screw every girl on the set, then to suck her beautiful pussy. And I'd followed my compulsion.
Now, I wondered why.
Was I driven by a fear of impotence? Was I trying to prove to myself that I was potent by means of each conquest? Did I fear that I wasn't fully masculine and had to reassure myself by endlessly pursuing and subduing the female?
And what about my special hang-up? Did I want to humiliate and defile my partner as a testimony to my guilt feelings about sex? I was having sexual intercourse without sentiment. It was merely a physical experience and an animalistic sensation. It was a wanton and cynical exploitation of women's thighs!
But I figured it was the same with Pete, John, and Roby. So why worry about "it? I had enough real worries as it was!
like Nicki, for instance. She had grown more cold and distant than ever. But why worry about her? I was getting enough of the sweet stuff elsewhere!
I went out and crawled into my car.
A half hour later, I slid to a halt in front of the old building we used for a set and a studio.
I got out and hurried to the door. A girl was waiting. She asked if I was Nord Southgate, then laughed softly.
I said I was, looking her over. She had big tits and nice legs.
Pedestrians moving along the sidewalk gave her curious glances, so I looked again. She really was a breathtaking figure in her white micro-mini that had a low-scooped bodice exposing the tops of those magnificent boobs. Her dark hair, cut short, was silken and lustrous and those perfect legs!
"Jesus, how I'd like to get my hot tongue between those legs!" I breathed.
I led her into the building. She gushed over the waterfall set, and I watched her ambitions soar higher and higher with each passing moment.
I said, "Just have a seat, please." I indicated a chair.
When she sat down, I flicked my eyes over her gorgeous knees. "What's your name, please?" I asked.
"Real, or professional?" I gasped. "Well, both, I guess, if you don't mind.'-'
She smiled that lovely smile. "My real name's Virginia Henson, but I go by the name of Luanne LaRue."
I tried not to appear nervous, but this girl was doing strange things to me. I stood there and let the minutes tick off slowly.
At last, I said, "Luanne?"
"Yes?"
"Will you please take off your clothes?"
I shifted my gaze to her face as she rose from the chair. My question hadn't startled her. Maybe this was a dame who was completely open and honest about sex. Most women were afraid to tell the whole truth, not matter how much they pretended.
I baited her, watching her strip out of her dress. "There are four of us men and we like to bang the broads we hire."
"So?"
"Look! Do you have any objections?" Luanne blushed faintly, but managed to shake her head.
"That's my girl!" I said. "Now, get out of your bra and panties."
The outer door opened, and Roby Small and John Price entered.
I made the introductions. Roby shook Luanne's hand. He'd pasted a smile on his face and was exuding all the artificial charm he was capable of.
"How do you do, Luanne. Welcome and please let me say that you're one of the loveliest girls I've ever seen." Roby could say things like that and make them sound absolutely convincing when he wanted to.
"Thank you, Mister Small."
"The name is Roby."
The girl basked in the warmth and apparent sincerity of Roby's greeting. John Price added his to Roby's.
"Why you weren't spotted before, I'll never know!" He grinned and shook her hand.
"Would you all like a drink?" I asked. "I've got some Coke and rum."
"A weak one would be nice," the girl murmured.
"You don't booze?" Roby asked.
"Oh, I drink." Luanne smiled. "But not much and never when I work."
I mixed and served the drinks.
"To our new and beautiful actress!" I toasted. I drank a swallow of my rum and Coke and set the glass down.
"Oh, I'm hired?" Luanne asked.
"Sure!" Roby and John said in unison. Then Roby asked, "What kind of schedule have you set up for Luanne, Nord?"
"She'll just be one of the girls beautiful scenery until the sailors come to the island. Then it depends. If she's got a big twat."
"Who ll play the parts of the sailors?"
"Well, like the script says, they'll be guys with big cocks," I reminded. "I had Pete Major in mind. And then, I have a friend." I was thinking of the young fellow named Jim, down at the lake.
"Pete's got a huge dong on him, all right," John said.
"How big?" the girl asked. "Nine ten inches," Roby said. Luanne shivered.
I turned to her and said, "I suggest you go home and get a good night's sleep. You'll report here tomorrow evening at nine sharp." I turned to Roby. "She's okay for a full, including her twat. Get a close-up." I took another swallow of my drink. I looked at the girl again. "And, oh, yes, we ought to see how she looks in action-"
"Sure," Roby said.
"Okay, Luanne?"
"It's all right," Luanne answered. "But why don't you guys gets out of your clothes?"
We took Luanne into one of the rooms with a cot in it. Quickly, we got out of our clothes and stood before Luanne with hard-ons. She grinned.
Roby prodded his average-sized cock toward her, then slipped his hand up her thigh.
"I've got the stone-ache for you, baby-"
She giggled. He touched her on the mound, and I saw his finger slide into her slit.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
He whispered, "Let's get on the cot."
"Why?" she teased.
He put his lips to her ear. "I wanna fuck you!"
Her hand went around his cock, and she squeezed it hard and worked it up and down. His finger in her pussy found her clit and made her squirm. Her cheeks were beginning to flush.
I lashed my tongue about my lips. I wanted to put it where I knew Roby was getting ready to plunge his cock. I knew I could give her more pleasure with my mouth and tongue than Roby could with his throbbing prick.
"Oh, God, let me lick you between the legs!" I cried.
I knew that the sensations I could produce with my caressing mouth would be more ardent and enravishing than those produced by a penis. Oh, Jesus, my throat burned with a passionate thirst! To hell with any traumatic childhood experiences which had had a lasting effect upon my libido! I was glad for whatever had made me like to eat pussies!
I watched Roby squeeze her breasts, then kiss her hard. Their tongues twined. One hand kneading her breast, he lowered her upon the cot, then pushed himself at her.
My tongue actually felt like his cock, probing her belly. She opened her legs when Roby's hands explored her thighs.
"Hey you're hot, baby!" he exclaimed, and I knew he'd licked up her slit with a white-hot finger.
"So are you," she said.
He chuckled. "Yeah, you can say that again!"
I saw Roby's fingers fumbling her cunt open, saw him guide his cock down until their organs met.
He was breathing hard as he eased into her. She clamped her teeth down on his lips, and he squealed. Roby pushed, hissing his breath. When he had it all inside her, he began slowly to move his ass up and down. Luanne gasped.
He asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"Hell, no!" she said.
I looked at John. His cock was hard and stiff as a pipe. He began jerking it.
"You got it all, baby," Roby grunted, nuzzling the girl and kissing her cheek. "Every fuckin' bit of it!"
She giggled as he began fucking steadily, slowly at first, then gaining tempo. It seemed that the more he fed it to her, the more she wanted. Oh, how I wished I had my tongue in her! I'd show her that a mere fucking was for the birds. I'd prove there was nothing like getting sucked!
She began panting. Roby was ramming her, holding her tightly, pumping his cock into her with fury. He shivered, and I knew he was coming. When he spurted, he made the girl convulse. She began writhing and bucking. "Oh, Jesus Jesus." Roby kept jabbing mightily, but he was losing rhythm.
She kept writhing over his cock, wanting him t to push it harder. She kissed him sensuously, roiling her loins and trying to squeeze his tool inside her.
But I figured it had gone limp.
I pushed a limp Roby off the girl and sought her pussy with my mouth. I provoked her to further writhing.
She was still hot and anxious. I tugged at her clit with my lips, feeling my cock throb between my legs. She went wild.
Suddenly, I felt fingers working my ding-dong. I looked, and John Price was down behind me, both hands cupping my balls, feeling them squirm and harden. Then he slid upward and took my thing into his mouth. It was exciting!
He mouthed it, moving his head, squeezing with his lips, laving with his tongue. Then he began sucking very fast.
My cock swelled in his mouth. While I sucked the girl, he rubbed the shaft of my cock with his fingers, holding his lips at its head.
I was bending over Luanne, and she was trembling and hissing as her pussy throbbed, sucked her and squeezed her clitoris with my lips. She writhed, and I knew she was climaxing just as I spouted deep into John's throat. He gulped my come down, seeming to enjoy it. The girl's body was wracked with spasmodic twitching, but I kept my tongue inside her and kept mauling her with my lips.
"Don't stop don't stop-" she breathed.
She loved every second of what I did. She wanted to finger me while I mouthed her, but my cock was limp.
When I finally pulled my mouth away, John mounted her, and she giggled. He fucked her, holding her tightly, working his cock against her swollen clit.
He made her come, holding her as she writhed and jerked in the grip of it.
After that, we all had cigarettes, and then we cleaned up. I saw John examine himself for tell-tale signs of gism.
We dressed, and after that, I turned out the lights.
"You all right?" I asked Luanne through the darkness.
"Sure, Nord. I'm okay."
"Tomorrow night, then." I was already looking ahead expectantly.
Outside, where there was light, I noticed that Luanne's legs trembled. I knew that she was tired. I asked her if she wanted a ride home.
But it happened that John was going right by her apartment. Roby had come with John, but he asked if he could ride home with me.
"I don't know about you," he said sometime later. "But I got fucked!"
I laughed. "Jesus, between Luanne's hot little cunt and John Price, I got worked over pretty good, too!"
"Pete Major should have been present," Roby said.
"Yeah. I don't know what's come over old Pete these days."
"Nord, that's one of the reasons I wanted to ride with you. I wanted to talk about Pete."
"What's on your mind?"
"Well, Pete's just said enough to make me curious. Either he thinks someone's screwing his wife or he's getting some sweet ass and is sneaking around about it!"
"Could be both," I said, feeling a bit queasy. Did Pete know I'd taught Edna some tricks? Had Edna tried to get Pete to go down on her pussy? Man, that gal liked to be tongue-fucked! I could vouch for that!
And why not? It was a spontaneous sex phenomenon, arising from genetical games that children play, and a powerful lactation complex. A baby-likes to hold a 'teat' in its mouth, just as I liked to milk a clitoris. Some call it an unnatural form of intercourse. But what could be more natural than sucking? It's an art we are born with!
Roby said, "Old Pete's sure got a big dick!"
"Yeah," I said, with a laugh. "And I bet Edna yells her head off when he makes it."
Roby looked at me. "Yeah," he said, "I bet!"
We'd come to his house, so I stopped and let him out.
It was nearly midnight, and I was so tired I didn't know what to do. But I was also horny. The talk about Edna and Pete had made me excited, made my lips hunger for more sweet cunt.
I leaned out the car window to tell Roby goodnight. Then I said, "I can't keep the old pecker down!"
Roby laughed.
I was aroused to the point of pain. I knew it would do no good to go home to Nicki for relief, so I decided to drive over to Jill Brown's house. It had been a long time since I'd seen Jill.
I knocked on her door, and she let me in. She looked more lovely than ever, with limpid eyes, and that red hair. I looked at her nice figure with new interest, and when we kissed, I nearly went ape. She kissed like crazy, all right. After she released my lips, I squeezed one of her tits.
She was ready for action. She wore a pink gown that set off her red, shimmering hair. God, she was beautiful! She took my breath away.
She slid her hand over my thigh, and I felt her fingers find my cock inside my pants. I kissed her again, feeling her hand squeezing.
She unzipped me and played with my naked, throbbing cock. Once, she ducked her head and swallowed it quickly, moving her mouth up and down, like fucking. It nearly burned me up. I ran my hand up her leg, and her snatch was wet. She was crazy for it!
I got her into her bedroom and made her undress. When she was naked, I ran my hand over her butt, and she didn't object. She had a velvet ass.
"That's a goddamned slippery deck you've got," I said.
"It's been a long time, Nord."
"Well, let's make up for lost time," I said, pushing her onto the bed. Jill wore big, golden earrings, and even in the dark, I saw that her smile was white and wide. She had her hair tied back with a pink ribbon.
I slammed myself upon the bed.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me hard!"
I leaned over her and said, "Let me mouth you." I reached for her cunt.
She smiled and said, "Okay."
She spread her legs wide and leaned back on the pillows. I got down in front of her and jabbed my hard, hot tongue into her pussy. Parting its lips, I pushed in to her hair. She lay there and grinned.
"You liked it?" I asked, raising up.
"Oh, yeah," she said sarcastically, "I loved it!"
"You could have fooled me, honey," I returned. "You didn't even wiggle."
She raised up and ruffled my hair. "You're kind of nice, but you've got a small rod. And your tongue didn't do any more for me than your cock does." She moved her ass a little.
"Oh yeah? How's this?"
I lowered my head onto her pussy and rubbed her opening with my tongue. She spread her thighs. I ran my lips softly and slowly over her sensitive regions and felt her thrusting up. I hesitated, hearing her breath hiss.
My lips tugged at her loose skin, and then they sought her clitoris. It was heavy, a swollen prong. It excited her greatly when I massaged it ardently with my tongue.
I had her in a very agitated state. She was trembling and panting as her hands patted me and pawed. I stopped eating her clit for a moment and looked at her. She seemed pale.
"You all right?" I asked.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" she gulped. "Yeah."
I put her legs up about my neck and climbed in again. I thrust my tongue deep, and she shoved and bucked. My tongue thrilled her. She giggled in my ear.
I fucked her with my tongue, and she moved her loins. Her pleasure gave me confidence, and in another moment, I was tugging at her with my lips. I got my hands under her ass and fed my hot tongue to her.
Suddenly, she was out of control, bucking and panting and groaning. I thrust wildly with my tongue, seeking gratification. I felt my cock spit in little spurts, while Jill burned in her pussy. I'd heightened her desire, whetted it and honed it bright.
"Oh, God, do something!" she groaned. "Finger-fuck me."
She made little animal noises in her throat as my finger probed her. In seconds, she was choking, pushing up.
"Oh, hurry up!" she breathed in my ear.
I ran two fingers into her gaping slit, feeling them sink into her mysterious flesh, feeling her frantic struggle to set up friction. She fucked herself up at my hand!
She was like a crazed thing, rocking, heaving, and panting. She was satiny and firm, and her buttocks were perfect and round. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at my fingers.
She climaxed in a rush, bouncing and writhing, kissing me in sensuous energy. I pushed my fingers deeper, with all my strength. Her actions were delicious.
She subsided slowly and continued to writhe on my fingers. For a moment, I had the strange feeling that I didn't know her. And I wanted to ask, "How come?"
She was still writhing, and her wigglings made my cock harden. I fucked it into her, hearing her moans of pure pleasure. In moments, I felt the beginning deep down in my balls and then came the white-hot rapture. I spurted into her with frenzy.
She cooed and giggled in my arms, still bucking and panting. I smelled the sweet smell of sex as her gasping cunt milked me dry.
Blood throbbed in my temples. Jill was still now in my arms. My cock slipped out of her, and she groaned and reached for it. It was soft.
She tried to get it hard again.
"You want more?" I asked in a whisper.
"Hell yes, don't you?"
"It's dead, kid," I told her. I didn't tell her that I'd already had sex that night and was tired. I knew I was disappointing her. What a dame! How could she stay so hot and for so long?
She sat up and asked for a cigarette, and I gave her one. I glanced at my watch. And it was two-thirty in the morning. Jill seemed moody now.
"You okay?" I asked. "Yes," she said.
We sat side by side, our great waves of passion subsiding.
"You were wonderful," I said. "Fantastic-"
"You mean," she said, "that you didn't think I could enjoy sex that intensely--? "
"No, Jill. You're a beautiful female animal with passions."
"Then why didn't you give me a part in your movie?" she asked quickly, her eyes flashing fire.
I could think of nothing to say. I simply raised my lips and kissed hers. She drew back.
I felt irritated and embarrassed. After all, I had practically promised her a part.
"I know you've had to hire two new girls, at least," Jill pouted. "One had an enormous clit and the other a huge scar on her belly."
"How do you know so much?" I asked defensively.
"Never mind that. Are you going to give me a part?"
"It's partly up to the other fellows."
"When do you all get together? Tell me, and I'll be down!"
"Give it up!" I snapped. "Do you want to get fucked by four strong men?"
"Hike to get fucked!"
"I know," I said. And then I thought suddenly of Pete Major and his huge cock.
"Could you take a nine inch rod?" I asked, hoping to scare her.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she breathed. "I'd like to try!"
"Well, maybe you're our girl then," I said resignedly. I knew I'd never win with Jill. "Come on down tomorrow evening"
"Goddamn!" she said.
"Good night, Jill."
"What's your hurry?"
She giggled, groped and grabbed my cock and squeezed.
"How about a rain check?" I asked, pulling away.
"Sure," she told me, pulling my half-hard organ, smiling. "Why not? I'd better save all I've got for that nine-inch stud horse you're gonna breed me to tomorrow night!"
NINE
I felt weak and funny when I woke up late the next morning. I called Pete and said I had a surprise for him.
"Don't fail to show up for shooting this evening," I cautioned. We talked some about filming out at the lake, wondering if we could get the effect of the ocean. We were ready for the sequence where the two sailors would arrive.
But we hadn't hired the two sailors yet.
I wasn't due for work at the FA A until after noon. I tried to think and plan, but Nicki bitched all morning, wanting to know why I'd come home so late last night, where I'd been.
I didn't tell her.
"Goddamn it! You make me sore as hell!" I swore.
I was glad when noon came. I made myself a sandwich and drank a Coke.
At work, Roby Small edged up to me and said, "Gee, I'm glad we hired that girl! She's golden cunt, for sure!"
"Let's say just gold plated," I corrected.
"Why?" Roby demanded. "Something wrong with her?"
I glanced around quickly and saw that none of the other men were paying us any attention. They were bent over their instruments, so I leaned closer to Roby.
"Pete's gonna ram her tonight," I whispered, wrinkling my nose. "After that, you can have all you want if you're not afraid of falling in and getting lost forever!" I laughed.
Wide eyed, Roby stared up at me. "You're kidding! She wasn't built that big!"
"She'll stretch," I said. "It's gonna be a real show, watching old Pete poke it to her!"
"He'll kill her with that dong of his!"
"She's willing to take that chance," I said.
I knew what Roby was thinking. His face was glum. Let a big cock like Pete ram a woman just once and she wouldn't be fit for the average man. I laughed to myself. There were, after all, advantages to being a mouth-man! My tongue didn't object to the size of a woman's hole!
I kept laughing to myself all afternoon.
* * * * *
That evening, I was the first one down to the old building we used for a studio. I wanted to be there to greet Jill Brown when she came.
I sat at the improvised desk, which was really nothing but an old box turned upside-down, and I went over our expenditures. I was sure we'd eventually make a nice profit. I knew our picture would have wide mass appeal.
"Fuck quality!'" I'd said from the first. "What we want is quantity lots of naked girls!"
Just then, the big door opened, and Roby Small came in.
He started talking about the new girl we'd hired. He wanted to change her name.
"Luanne LaRue sounds like hell," he said, with a frown.
"Who gives a shit about a name? You got everything set up for her?" I asked.
His scowl was savage. "Sure," he said out of a crooked mouth. "Even to a padded cot for the fuck fest!" His features relaxed. "She'll have plenty of cock to work her over, right, Nord?"
"A mob," I said. "Now, who'll bang her first?"
"Me," Roby said.
"You? Personally?"
"Right! How else do you do a fuck? I want to get into her fast, before Pete takes over."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Before she gets gang-fucked on film."
Roby and I were still talking when the young Negro girl arrived. She said John Price had sent her down to be interviewed. Looking at this dark girl who radiated sex, I remembered what the guys used to say, that you weren't a man until you'd screwed a Negress!
The girl moved closer with remarkable grace, her eyes large, dark and bright. They held me.
But that wasn't all that held me. I'd grown up in the deep south with attitudes and superstitions about Negroes about anyone who had Negro blood in his veins. I'd never been in bed with a colored woman. But this girl fascinated me-
"Here," she said, "help me with my dress." She was disrobing casually. Our fingers touched. More than touched. Mine closed over her dainty hand.
Her dress came off. I unsnapped her bra. "You've got beautiful breasts," I said. "You're very beautiful." I continued to hold her hand, and the sensation was electric.
I took my hand away, but my breathing rate accelerated.
I took her into my arms.
"Don't," she said.
She might have thrust me away, but she didn't. I felt the delightful pressure of her body against mine.
"The door? Is it locked?" she mumbled.
"We're safe and private here."
"Then help yourself, man!"
While Roby looked on, I helped myself. I fucked her first and enjoyed it, though she didn't seem to feel very much. Her dark flesh was hot, hotter than anything I'd ever experienced.
But I pulled my cock out, and my tongue explored her belly, then went down to her cunt. Her dark cunt, surrounded by a forest of wiry black hair, was gaping. It was the prettiest sight I'd ever seen black without, red within a red that was almost a hot crimson. My lips found her clit and sucked it deep into my mouth, and she went crazy. Her clit was large, her skin the color of milk chocolate, her body lithe and sinuous.
I raised my head, widened her thighs with my hands. As my mouth sought her nest again, she moaned loudly. I only tongued her a few times before she reached her climax.
As she writhed and moaned, I thought: a little more of this and there would be no race problems. Sex was the great equator. Sex would make all races as one.
Just as I pulled her to her feet, the telephone rang. I turned the black girl over to Roby.
"Nord Southgate speaking," I said into the phone.
"Hello, Nord." It was John Price. "How about the girl?"
"If you mean the dark one, she's good damned good! We ought to give her a lead role!"
"Is she that good?"
"You haven't tried her? She's terrific! The best!"
Yeah," John said. "She'd better be! But, now, where will your girl, Jill Brown, fit in?"
"Screw Jill!" I started to say. Then I answered, "She'll team up with this dark broad."
"You talk in riddles-"
"Later, I'll clue you in on the details."
As I hung up the phone, I was feeling sorry for Jill. I figured this Negro broad would practically push her out of the film.
When I turned, Roby and the dark girl were writhing and moaning.
"Oh, Jesus!" Roby cried out.
By the way his ass moved, I knew he was shooting his wad deep into the girl. Then he quivered all over and rested. Pretty soon, they broke apart.
I waited a minute before I got between the black girl's legs. I covered her hot, wet pussy with my mouth. And then I started moving my tongue. Slowly at first. Then more rapidly, applying more pressure. She moved and moaned. I knew she was climbing upward and couldn't hold off much longer. Her hands flayed out, reaching for me, touching me. Her body strained, and she climaxed. I didn't stop. I continued tugging and sucking until she reached another orgasm then another. Then I moved my head away, stood up, and gazed down at her, smiling.
"What about you?" she asked. "I want you to come."
"I did," I said. "Each time you did. Let me lie next to you. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes!" She moved over and I lay down next to her. Our lips met, and our hands moved down with slow rhythm between each other's thighs. We strained and pressed our bodies together.
Thirty minutes went by before we were sated again and lay together, gently fondling each other.
Jill Brown arrived next, followed by John Price and Pete Major. Jill looked lovely in a micro-mini skirt that was low in front and exposed the tops of her magnificent breasts. Her reddish hair was silky. I gazed at her perfect legs and wished I had energy enough left to fuck her. But the dark girl had me sapped.
"Hi," I said. "Have a seat." I motioned to a chair, and after she sat down, I introduced her to the black girl and Roby. Roby's eyes stayed on her, and I supposed he wanted to ball her. He'd banged all the other girls we'd hired, and I was sure Jill would be no exception.
She blushed at his sharp gaze.
He said, "You're one of the loveliest girls I've ever looked at!" He could say lines like that and make them sound absolutely convincing.
"Thank you, Mr. Small."
"Why you weren't spotted before this I'll never know!" He grinned, shaking his head.
"Okay," I said, butting in, "What kind of schedule have you set up for Jill?"
Roby gulped and shifted his position.
"She'll play opposite the dark broad. We'll start shooting down by the lake tomorrow afternoon and see how things work out."
"And the sooner you finish, the better," I added. "When the film is done, we're giving a party."
"I've heard about those kinds of parties," Jill said knowingly.
"You'll come?" Roby asked.
"Sure," she said. She looked at me. "Nord and I will come together," she added.
"Sure," I said, feeling a sinister quality in Jill's voice.
"Then everything's settled?"
"Unless Jill has some questions," I said.
She flashed me her biggest smile. "No questions," she said, "but thanks."
I coughed.
"Now, will we start filming?"
"We're waiting for another member of the cast," I said. "If you'd like to lie down and rest."
"And get balled?" Jill shrugged.
"Everybody gets balled around here," Roby said. "Everybody swings. That's the word, Jill. Now, if you want to go to a room."
Jill looked up at me and spread her hands. "Is he good in the sack?" she asked.
"Am I good?" Roby turned for confirmations from the Negro girl.
"In some ways," she said.
"Now, what does that mean?" Jill asked.
"I guess she means he didn't excite her as much as a certain guy with a hard, hot tongue," I said.
"That's it! I like my kicks in several ways!"
Jill nodded, and her voice was husky when she said, "I like all sorts of kicks, too." She was staring at the Negro girl with an unmistakable expression on her face. "Would you like to come to my room?"
"Yes," the dark girl said. Her eyes met Jill's, and they held. "I have a hunch you're terrific!"
Gina Hensen, alias Luanne LaRue, breezed in like a real movie queen. She was wearing a feather boa about her neck and sniffed the air with her nose, as if the room were hot and stuffy. She blinked toward the waterfall, against the bright lights, then made a face.
"Hello, everybody," she said.
"Hi."
Seeing Jill and the Negro girl posing in the nude, she quickly got out of her clothes, then sat in a chair and crossed her legs.
"For Christ's sake, tip your head back! More!" Roby cried. "Shit, more than that! Raise your boobs!"
"And uncross your legs!" I said. "We're going to be shooting straight up into your wide-open snatch!" . Roby quickly set up the camera.
"Go on. Spread your legs out as far as you can. Wider. We want to see more of that glistening pink."
Roby had the camera grinding. "How much more footage you want?" he demanded, addressing himself to me.
"Run it a couple of minutes," I said. "We can always cut it. Then be ready for the big scene when Pete arrives. Get me?"
"Yeah," he said. "But I didn't know we were going to film that."
"Every inch of it!"
Roby kept the camera rolling. He was working hard at his job, shouting instructions.
"Now, stand up! Turn around. I need a good ass-shot."
He focused the camera on the girl's ass for about thirty seconds. "Okay," he said, "that will do. You'd better rest for your big brawl with Pete. Hey, Jill you and Blackie-"
Jill, naked, stepped before the camera. She thrust her silky thighs forward, seductively, but with innate good taste.
She smiled, leaned back, exhibiting her lovely breasts.
Then she pouted. Slowly, the minutes ticked away as Roby maneuvered the camera, coming in for a close-up shot. He moved back, and, at last, a slender, dark girl materialized.
Jill merely flicked her eyes down to her cunt, and the black girl went to her knees, burying her head in Jill's pubic hairs.
Jill blushed.
"Cut!" I cried.
Roby stopped the camera.
"You've got to like it!" I told Jill. "You looked lovely, but you've got to keep a smile on your face, see?"
The black girl got up and left the scene. Jill shifted her position and gulped.
"Let's take it again," Roby said.
It took three more tries to get it right. Jill finally flashed her biggest smile and everything was all right.
"Thanks thanks a lot," I said.
"After that scene, I'm weeping all over the place," Jill said.
"Cool it, kid," I said. "No dates-no screwing. We'll want you fresh and bouncy for tomorrow's takes. No bags under your eyes, no sag in the tits, no shakes or headaches or r bruises."
Jill nodded. "I guess the best I can expect, then, is a cold shower!"
Jill left, and Roby rasped out for Luanne LaRue and Pete Major to come on the set. He ordered Pete to get naked. While Pete undressed, he examined the naked girl.
"There's a blemish or something on your left buttock!"
"Christ, that ain't no blemish! It's a birthmark!"
"Shut the fuck and go get it covered over with makeup!"
Pete stood before him naked as a baby's ass. He had an immense hard-on.
"Cool that thing!" Roby ordered. "I got to get a shot of it only half-ready."
"It's up, and it won't go down."
"Well, lay it on the floor and let me step on it. That ought to make it go down!"
"You'll have to use both feet," I said to Roby. "One foot wouldn't half-cover Pete's dong!"
Luanne came back with her ass made up. She was wiggling it hopefully, but when she gazed at Pete's huge cock, she stopped and scowled suspiciously.
"Christ!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know they grew that big!"
"You're not trying to back out, are you?" I asked sharply.
She stared down at Pete's big dick again.
"Hell, no!" she declared, "I'm not trying to back out of a goddamned thing! I just hope he can get that fuckin' thing up me . "
"And if he can't?"
"Then I'll miss a magnificent lay, and I'm bleeding tears!"
Roby had his camera focused on Pete's huge cock. Pete was grinning in anticipation. Roby switched to a shot of Luanne's cunt. It was wet and gaping.
"Go on and bang her, Pete," I ordered, my own cock hard and throbbing.
"And if it won't go in?"
Roby spoke directly to Luanne. "Then you'll have to slip down and blow him."
"Okay," I said. "Let's get started."
Pete started making strange sounds as he moved to Luanne. Luanne was leaning against the waterfall set, her legs spread wide, her tits sticking out. Laying his hand gently on her shoulder, Pete started pushing her to the straw-covered floor.
"No!" Roby yelled, "get to her first standing up!"
Luanne, with her legs widely spread, kept looking at Pete's immense cock. It jutted out stiffly before him.
Pete said something not audible to anybody, then started beating his meat, whipping it hard with his fist. He grinned when Luanne grabbed it, coated the lengthy thing with saliva, and moved it toward her mound.
Pete hunched forward and upward, and Luanne bleated like a sheep. I didn't know whether it was from pain or pleasure. Pete r grinned, then grunted and humped again, and this time, Luanne began to groan and cry out. I watched hotly as Pete began to work it in and out of the girl.
I wondered how much Pete hurt her. I was unable to see his cock now, which was buried deeply in the girl.
Luanne cried out again as Pete pumped into her. She moved her feet, causing Pete's cock to slip out. He cursed and grabbed her hips and humped her, guiding his long, glistening cock back into her opening. She moved in pain, so he threw her down and locked himself between her quivering legs.
"Aaaah!" Luanne moaned digging her nails into Pete's neck, bringing blood.
Pete pumped harder.
As I watched the two pant and writhe there before the camera, my own cock rose beneath my pants, and I fingered it hotly. My passion aroused, I continued to stare at Pete and Luanne.
Their thrashing and moaning continued. Then it became even more frantic. I, unable to tell for sure, guessed that Luanne had already climaxed. I could tell by the sweet look on Pete's face that he was in the throes of orgasm, even though his big cock was hidden in the girl's snatch.
"Jesus, that's too much to see!" I said to Roby, noting that he was trying to push his own erection down. "That ought to make our viewers come in their pants!"
Roby kept grinding the camera. After a time, both bodies relaxed and fell apart. Pete lay on his back, his semi-hard cock sticking up. Roby moved the camera in for a close-up. Then he positioned on Luanne's bleeding cunt.
Clearing his throat, he called out: "Cut! That's got it!"
Everybody was hot as firecrackers, and couples began pairing off. Roby went over to Luanne, reached down, and pulled her to her feet. I saw his tongue dart into her mouth, saw her shudder.
"What's s'matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, I guess."
He kissed her again, and his hands roved over her breasts, squeezing them, rolling them about, "Come on, feel me!"
She rubbed her hand across his hard thighs, and his cock tented up in his pants. "Grab it," he said, sucking in his breath.
He pushed her down and got on top of her. I saw his strong fingers probe her nest, saw her squirm and gasp. "Please no-" she cried.
Roby was on his knees in front of her. No he was fucking her in her as far as he could go deep. Her lips quivered, and then she cried.
"Do I feel good?" he whispered.
"You hurt. Pete hurt me bad. I'm torn to pieces inside."
But Roby rammed and bucked, ramming her wantonly, wanting all he could get. She cried and clutched him, and shuddered, then moaned in pain.
"Please, take it out for a minute," she begged. "I haven't come yet." He rammed her harder.
T
Roby grabbed her tighter and growled as he fucked. Suddenly, he was panting and spurting in surging convulsions. He writhed upon the girl, then fell from her, heaving and sighing.
Luanne lay very still and wept. Wept like a virgin.
"Don't cry," I said, going down beside her, brushing her hair with my hand, pulling her close, holding her.
"I hurt."
"I'm gonna ease your pain," I said gently.
I slipped my head down between her legs and my hot tongue probed gently, as new burning thoughts about myself raced through my mind, making a montage of the long ago past when I was a child, and the present that called me a man.
TEN
I was very busy, but Pete and I looked forward to the time I'd have an afternoon off from my regular job so we could film the sailor sequence down at the lake. And you can bet old Pete was ready and willing to poke his big cock up several of those broads.
"Who'll we get for the second sailor?" he kept asking me.
I had the fellow named Jim in mind and was awaiting his return to the lake. I expected him any day and, in fact, I'd already slipped down to the cabins a couple of times.
No Jim.
Meanwhile, Nicki and Edna were seeing a lot of each other. They were together practically every afternoon or evening.
Nicki seemed now to dread my return home. I knew that a certain anxiety persisted in her, that Edna had taken more than a casual interest in her life and had done some probing. Edna had told me recently that Nicki feared she was losing any desire for a sex life. And, of course, I knew that she was tense and frightened, and very nearly frigid.
But, hell, I had other things than Nicki on my mind! My itch for sex had been sated temporarily by a dozen broads on the movie set, though sometimes at night I'd want Nicki until my hands would tremble. Late at night was the worst when she was in bed. Sometimes, my heat would grow so strong, creeping over me and getting into my blood, that I'd squirm and toss and throw myself upon Nicki.
But she'd lie still, pretending she was asleep.
Yet, there she was my wife, whom I loved. I shuddered when I looked ahead to the time our movie would be finished and .there'd be no string of willing cunts. I knew that matters between Nicki and me couldn't go on this way permanently.
The day before we were going to shoot the sailor scene, provided Jim showed up, I said to Nicki at dinner, "Pete tells me you and Edna are seeing a lot of each other. Making plans for something?"
"Now, what could Edna and I plan that would be of the slightest interest to you?" Nicki asked haughtily.
"I just asked," I said.
"That was generous of you! The way you've been neglecting-"
"What?" I cried. Then I lowered my voice. "Neglecting whom?"
"Oh, you drop in for a meal occasionally, and for some sleep. Then you take off again to heaven knows where! Edna says it's the same way with Pete."
"You two are forgetting who earns the money! I go to work every day."
"Work!" she snorted. "Is that what you call the way you spend your time on that old movie?"
I felt the color drain from my face as her implication penetrated. "Yes," I said, with less force. "I call it work. Besides, there's my FAA job. Anyway, work has nothing to do with whatever it is that's coming between us."
"I don't know what you're complaining about!"
"You don't, huh?"
Curiously, then, I really began to see Nicki as I hadn't in months her worried brow, the light in her hair, the beauty of her face. At the same moment I felt a desire to get close to her. It was a strange feeling, and I feared Nicki didn't share it.
Anyway, I saw no reason to go on shouting at her when she refused to shout back. These yelling matches were becoming traumatic experiences.
I started to leave, then I looked back at her.
"I'm sorry, Nicki," I said. "I just wondered what you'd been doing. Just a matter of general interest."
"I might ask the same question," Nicki said with a ghost of a smile.
I left without saying another word.
But thoughts about Nicki kept plaguing me all day. I knew that my mouthing the broads on the movie set was merely the act of mutual flesh-fusion in all its brutal materiality, performed on no matter who. It was a form of sexual intercourse without sentiment, a mere physical experience and an animalistic sensation. In a word, I was merely putting my tongue in a hole.
And it had left me starved and wanting of some sort of sexual union that was an expression of love, not wanton and cynical. I knew that the passional or spiritual was missing, and I felt like an abandoned child.
Oh, if I could only bring Nicki around to my area of moral sexual values! Our western culture tends to distort sexual truths, playing them down. Why couldn't Nicki see that we have a bogus sexual morality?
I wanted to say, "Nicki, acts and ideas exist not as good or evil, right or wrong, natural or unnatural, but by reason of the prism through which our imagination considers and studies them."
But Nicki wouldn't understand that judgment comes from our reasoning; action from our will, the dynamic motor-force of our brain. Our senses bear the sensations, but our flesh and bones are mere slaves to the power of our will. She could never understand that futtering might be pleasurable to one person, while coition might be pleasurable to another, or that a single person might enjoy both. Not Nicki!
Nor would she ever understand that an interest in sex dominated my emotional life, that I was potent when I got what I wanted."
Goddamn, her attitude was castrating me!
I decided I'd have a good heart-to-heart talk with Edna as soon as I could find the time. Maybe Edna could help straighten Nicki out.
I called the motel out at the lake that evening, asking if a fellow named Jim had arrived.
"Jim who?" a girl's voice asked.
I tried to describe Jim. Tall. Blonde. Good-looking.
"Oh, you mean Jim Huff," the girl said. "No, he hasn't come yet, but he's expected. If you'd care to leave your number, I'll have him call."
I gave the girl my phone number.
Two hours later, Jim called. Nicki answered and held out the phone to me, covering the mouthpiece with her hand.
"No dame this time," she said. "It's a man's voice."
I took the phone from her without comment, and immediately there was an excited gush of words from Jim Huff.
Jim was all set for a party his kind of party!
"Have any fun while I was gone?" he asked.
"I tried," I said.
"I'm so glad you didn't forget me! How about running out here right now?"
I looked at my watch. "It's ten o'clock," I told him.
"So it's ten o'clock, Nord."
"That's a little late for me to run anywhere." I dropped my voice so Nicki wouldn't hear.
"But I do have a proposition, and I hope you're interested."
"If it dangles between your legs, you can bet I will be!"
I ignored that. "It's a business proposition," I told him.
"Something you can tell me over the phone?"
"It's crazy. But it will include your kind of fun."
"You have me curious! Drive out here, Nord, and give me the details!"
"It can wait until tomorrow," I said. And then I remembered the big party that would come at the completion of the movie. I figured Jim would be interested in that. "There's a big deal coming up," I added. "I'll tell you about it later."
"Don't you trust me?"
"No. Not over the phone!"
I detected a hardness stiffening Jim's voice. "All right," he managed. "I'll be waiting tomorrow."
Before I hung up, there was a hard click at the other end of the line.
"Who was it? What did he want?" Nicki demanded, when I joined her in our living room. She was sitting with the TV on but looking at a magazine.
"He didn't want anything," I said. "Just a friend who called to say hello."
"Sorry I asked," she said. "What?"
She didn't answer.
"Would you mind turning down the TV?" Nicki turned down the television sound. Then she watched the soundless images move through some kind of soap opera.
I didn't look at TV. A plan was forming in my mind.
"You'll be coming to the party we're having when we finish filming?" I asked.
"That naked girl thing?" she asked absentmindedly.
"Yes."
"Maybe. If Edna goes."
"Nicki, I'm sorry I made you angry this morning. But I don't see why you have to go around permanently sour-faced. Have I done something?"
"Nord, I'm not up to discussing it now."
"I wish you'd tell me. After all, we're still married."
After I'd said that, the words echoed in my brain. We were still married despite quarrels, long silences. And I felt a sense of triumph not a great one, no, but somehow clearing in the distance.
"I don't mind talking about it," Nicki said quietly. "I'm not against discussing things, but I feel sleepy, and I don't think now is the time."
"Okay," I said, "but don't say I didn't cooperate."
"Keep cooperating," she said mysteriously, "and you can't tell what might happen."
"What?" I asked.
"I already said I didn't feel like discussing anything right now."
I drove out to see Jim Huff early the next morning. When I told him about our movie, he gave me a pleased look, then ran his fingers through his blonde hair and let his face rest against his palms as he sat at his motel desk. He was interested in the part, all right!
I looked around the room. "No broad along this time?" I asked jokingly. "No hard night?"
Jim grinned and scratched his crotch. "This was hard, for sure! It wouldn't let me sleep, so I watched the late show."
"My wife watched the late show," I said.
Jim gave me a crooked grin. "If I had a wife," he retorted, "I'd find something better for her to do than watch TV!" He laughed.
If only he knew my wife, I thought. Then I said aloud, "Glad you didn't wear yourself out with activity, man. What we need is a guy fresh and horny."
"That's me, Nord," Jim put in.
"Okay. Save it until the show begins!"
"Got time for a beer?" Jim asked.
I started to say it was too early in the morning. Instead, I said, "Why not?"
We went to a small bar just beyond the motel. It was a low, rambling building painted a light green. Two men sat at the bar drinking beer. A jukebox blared out loud music.
"Like it?" Jim asked, pushing up to the bar.
"It's wild," I said. "Crazy!" I began swinging my legs off the barstool with the music.
We had three beers. Then we had to go to the men's room. I followed Jim into the dimly lighted, totally empty room. Jim led the way to twin urinals, unzipped his fly and pulled his big cock out. He stared openly as I flung open my own fly.
"I've got to pee so bad I can taste it," Jim said, running his words together. "But, hey, look what's happened!" He turned to me and winked.
He had a beautiful erection! An enormous tilted tower of flesh.
"Whatssa matter? Can't you pee, either?" Jim asked, his gaze hard on my cock which, now in a state of erection, jutted out of my pants.
I smiled. "I guess not."
"Mine's brick hard. Yours, too?" Jim asked, weaving toward me. "Let me feel it!"
My head began to spin. Maybe I was being too cautious, but I couldn't help holding back. "No, thanks. I'd better feel my own." Damn it, didn't Jim know the door might open any minute, and, in spite of the gloomy lighting, we would be exposed?
Jim suddenly lowered his head and began jerking his erection.
"Wait! Save it! "I cried.
"Ahhhhh," Jim sighed, continuing to beat the hell out of it. "Come on, Nord, jack that thing of yours!"
"No, thanks."
Jim was now far along, clearly approaching a climax. He beat his thing like crazy until he achieved orgasm in the urinal.
We both zipped up. Jim winked broadly and patted me on the shoulder. "Don't you have any hang-up, Nord? I mean-"
"Hell, who hasn't?"
"What's yours, Man?"
I hesitated, and then I told him, "I like to suck pussies."
"So."
"So, what?"
"So what's wrong with that? I like to screw women, but I also like to take a banana into my mouth when I can. After all, sex is natural simple. It's people that complicate it."
"Right!"
By the time we got back to Jim's motel room, it was mid-morning. "You'd better take a shower," I said. "Then get some rest. We'll want you on the set down by the lake at two P.M."
After I left Jim, I drove over to see Edna Major. Thankfully, I found her alone. She was in her kitchen, dressed in shorts and a halter.
"What can I do for you, Nord?" she asked weakly.
I hesitated. I'd made myself a resolution not to touch Pete's wife again. But, hell! Wasn't Pete poking his big cock into anything he could find?
So I groped Edna, and with a smile, I said, "I'd give a whole month's pay to get my tongue in a little of that stuff. I could really go for a little eating on that, doll."
She turned slowly from the stove where she had been standing, and paused for a moment. I took another quick glance at her tight shorts and sighed heavily with desire. Then I dropped to my knees in front of her, unzipped her shorts, and let them fall to the floor.
She did not resist.
My tongue darted out of my mouth and played with the lips of her cunt. She was getting hot.
Looking up, I said, "You've got to admit a little strange stuff never hurt anyone."
"Well, I'm glad it doesn't," she said, looking down at me. "If it did, you'd be dead and long gone."
"Baby, I make you happy with my tongue. Now, don't I? And with Pete's club-"
"Oh, that beast!" she said, drawing back from my playful fingers coursing their way up the sensitive parts of her legs. "Oh, Nord, stop it!" she begged, giggling out of control. "Ooooh, God, stop! Nord, please stop it!"
I grinned as I pulled her to the floor. I continued rummaging between her legs and laughed aloud at her helpless squeals for mercy.
"You're hot, eh?" I chided loudly as I examined the lush white roundness of her buttocks. "Don't tell me old Pete didn't give you enough last night! Didn't he?"
"Oh, yes, Nord. Yes, yes, anything you say, just stop it! You're driving me crazy!" She bucked and twisted beneath my hand, laughing uncontrollably from the playful tickling I was giving her.
"Anything I say, anything?" I demanded.
"Oh, yes, anything, anything!"
I put my mouth over her pussy and darted my tongue into her hot hole. Then I lifted my head.
"Help me to get Nicki to let me do this to her!"
"Oh, damn you, yes, just stop, stop!" r
I laughed again. "That's my baby! I'll count on you to think up some way."
"You bastard!" She grinned. "I might have known you had some favor to ask when you started playing hanky-panky with me!"
"Hell, you know I would have sucked you anyway!"
. "Well, suck me. And then we'll decide what approach I should try."
I nosed my head into her nest. Between her slightly spread legs I saw through soft pubic hair the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim light seeping through the kitchen curtains.
"Well, are you going to do something?" Edna demanded, squirming her buttocks on the floor, teasing with the licentious position of her body.
"You prick-tease!" I growled. "You're in a peck of trouble!" I pulled at my clothes, and in a moment, I let my pants fall quickly to the floor. I stood for a moment above her, looking down at her spread legs, waiting.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck me!" she begged.
My penis stood out rigidly. Edna rose to one elbow to get a good look at it. "Oh, shit, I wish Pete wasn't so big," she said. "He hurts me."
"Old Daddy won't hurt you, but he's ready right now. Open 'em wide, honey. I'm coming in fast!" I grinned down at her.
"Wait a minute," Edna mockingly screamed as she rolled out of the way of my leap.
"Baby, come on!" I pleaded good-naturedly. I knew it was a game she was playing, and I didn't mind coaxing a little before action.
"No, no, nookie," she said, squirming seductively just out of my arm's reach.
"Okay. Okay, if that's the way you want it."
"I was going to tell you how to get Nicki to do it."
"Shit, let's get to it first. You can tell me afterward." I stood over her, grinning, then took her hand and pushed it to my hard cock. She began to stroke, then massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth, then slipping her hand to my balls, cradling their softness in her palm. I groaned and gritted my teeth and her gentle ministrations of my testicles and prick.
"Do you want to hear how to do it, or not?" she asked, giving a gentle squeeze that sent shivers down my spine.
"Mmmmmm," I answered softly, "pretty soon."
"Well," Edna began, "I figure the way to get her to do it is to show her a cock she can't take."
"And how do you propose to do that?" I was letting her gently stroke my rod.
She ignored my question. "Now, she said, "fuck me."
She moved down and her fingernails scratched lightly over my cock. Suddenly she was raising up, trying to reach it with her snatch.
I groaned and thrust my full weight upon her, driving deep, feeling the warm moistness of her pussy lips as they closed around my throbbing, sensitive cock.
"Oooh," I moaned again, reaching down and tangling my fingers in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. I watched her contorted face as I fucked it to her. It made my sensations much more exciting when I could see the sex-want on her face.
I fucked her hard for a few minutes. Then I said, "Daddy's gonna suck it, baby."
I felt her loins tense as my head went down her belly. My tongue gave her a nerve-tingling lick on her labia. I watched, hypnotized, as I pulled the flesh of her lips out with my tongue and lips. I sucked hungrily, my mind caught up in my task with total concentration. Her body jerked and danced under me as my tongue pumped into her torso.
"Suck me! Suck me!" she hissed, writhing.
By God, I'd shove my tongue all the way up to her tonsils! My cock felt like it was filled with lead, and my body was moist with droplets of sweat forming over my skin. It wouldn't be long now until we'd both come! I knew when I came I'd spew sperm for miles in all directions. I pushed my face harder against her cunt, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in my quest for the final end of this exquisite torture that was building.
I felt a white-hot steam begin in my balls and race the length of my cock. I grasped Enda's clit with my teeth and writhed as if being tortured by fire.
And then my cock began a wild staccato jerking that flooded without warning the insides of my legs.
"Don't stop! Keep sucking!" Edna ordered, grasping the back of my neck and pulling my face closer to her snatch. I went on sucking wildly as my cock continued to spurt.
With one last groan, I emptied myself. And at the same moment, Edna reached her climax. She threw her arms out to her sides in exhaustion, and a great sigh escaped her lips. I lay beside her, feeling my prick deflate.
Minutes later or was it an hour? I asked, "Now, will you tell me the happy ending about how you'll get Nicki to come across for me?"
"Know any guys with big cocks?"
"Pete."
"To hell with Pete! I mean, young, handsome, sexy."
I didn't say anything, but I thought of Jim Huff. "What are you up to?" I asked.
"Just wait and see," she teased, reaching her hand down and feeling my cock hardening again. I fondled her, feeling the moisture rising between her thighs. "You insatiable old whore, you," I grinned. "You want it again?"
"Yes, again, Nord. With your mouth, Nord. With your tongue. Ooooh, that's good!"
"You act like a nymphomaniac."
"Maybe so, Nord. But after a painful screwing with Pete's big dong, your mouth feels so soft and good."
Slowly, I slid my mouth over her tits, down to her belly. My tongue made a circle around her navel, and she squirmed.
I intended to give her a long, delicious tongue-fucking, and I smiled silently to myself in anticipation.
ELEVEN
Roby had located a spot out on the lake that was secluded. Since we were not working with any big movie equipment, we drew no curious attention, and everything was private.
The Negro girl whom we called Blackie sat on a large rock. She was naked and long-legged, and her beautiful flesh gleamed like copper in the afternoon sun. Luanne LaRue, also beautifully naked, came slowly up to her. She went to her knees before Blackie and buried her head in the girl's dark nest.
I wiped a smile from my face and tried to keep my temperature down.
"Let's not crap around, kids!" I said. "You can meet after we've finished and suck each other off!"
Jill Brown materialized, strutting like a queen. "Why ain't you out of your clothes?" Roby demanded.
"I'm sorry," Jill said. "I didn't expect to give extra service, and I didn't think you were ready for my scene yet."
"Cut that snobbish crap!" Roby bellowed. "Go on and get out of them rags!"
"Go fuck yourself!" Jill retorted.
Roby snarled and pushed her toward some trees. "You can strip back there if you're modest," he told her.
She hurried away, not breaking her stride.
"Hell, I'd like to fuck it to her," Roby sighed.
I told myself this was going to be one afternoon to remember. We'd rehearse, then get down to the real thing, get it on film. And, after the shooting was over-
My mouth began to water as I looked over the lovely material I'd have to work on. I began anticipating doing the things I always wanted to do ever since I was a child.
* * * * *
Blackie had broken away from Luanne LaRue. She strode beautifully up to me as I checked her slender legs and her armpits. They were smooth and beautiful.
"Can I fuck it up with that other fellow?" she asked me, her dark eyes pleading. "When that Pete guy stuck his big thing to me, he made me bleed."
"Like a virgin?"
"Shit, Man, I ain't no virgin! An' my hole's pretty big but not that big."
"We'll see," I said.
I couldn't resist straining to her, pressing my fingers against the hungry softness between her legs. She moaned and giggled. She was ready.
I drew my hand away. "Better save it for the camera," I told her.
She grinned and walked away, rubbing herself between her beautiful legs.
About that time, Pete and Jim arrived, and two more of the girls.
"Get out of your clothes!" Roby commanded. "We ain't got all day! We want to do some shootin' while the sun's good!"
I positioned the already half dozen naked girls around the beach and on the large rocks. "Now, just act natural," I told them. "Remember, you're on an island devoid of men. Go for each other in any way you like it, but don't look into the camera!"
"I like a hot tongue between my legs," Blackie said.
Pete and Jim came up. They both had semi-erections. Blackie examined them and squealed, "They're hung like stallions! Jesus, Nord, couldn't you get someone with a smaller cock?"
Pete grinned and poked his enormous cock toward her. "You took it once. You can do it again!"
"But you made me bleed."
"We'll bill you as the black virgin," Pete said, and grinned. "The audience will think you're getting fucked for the first time!"
"Won't they get fooled!" She gave him a long, smoky look. "You'll go easy, won't you, Man?"
Pete didn't say that he would or wouldn't. He merely said, "You'll like it, baby, if you'll just cooperate!"
I noted that Jim Huff was working his way up to Jill Brown. And she was liking his six-feet-two, blonde and all-male handsomeness.
"Hi, honey," he said with a broad grin, showing his nice, white teeth. He got her around the waist and pulled her nakedness to him. Then he bent down and gave her a long, serious kiss. His mouth crushed against hers, and I saw his tongue probe ravenously between her lips.
Jill pressed her body to his, and Jim's cock hardened between her legs. She pushed herself away and said with a fond, throaty laugh, "What are you trying to do, give everybody a cheap thrill?"
"Yep!" Jim nodded, and drew her close again. "Actors and actresses aren't supposed to have any inhibitions. And I'm hungry."
"You didn't have any lunch," she guessed.
"It's not food I want!" He raised and lowered his broad shoulders in a gesture of resignation. "Christ, I've worked up an appetite!" He took her into his arms and again kissed her. He slid his mouth down to her tits and tongued their nipples. He bent farther and kissed her belly. Jill shuddered with delight and moaned softly.
"Save it for the flick!" I cautioned.
They broke apart.
In the meantime, Roby had rigged up a cot from poles and tree branches. Over it, he had thrown a large, bearskin rug.
"Let's start," he said. "You girls are alone here on this island, see? You'll be doin' things to each other. Blackie, you and Luanne get over there. Jill and Judy, you two take that large rock. Now, get with it! Let me see!"
Luanne went for Blackie's dark cunt like she was starved. Jill and Judy put on a commendable kissing scene as they played with each other's breasts.
"Cut!" Roby yelled. "That was great! Next, we'll practice the arrival of the two sailors. Jill, you'll shade your eyes with your hand and look out over the ocean, like you've seen a ship. The rest of you will do anything to indicate you're dying for a man! Get it?"
"Uh-huh," came their reply.
I watched Jill shade her eyes and give a delightful little scream. The other girls scanned the lake, like it was the ocean, and their breasts heaved.
"Now, Pete Jim-" Roby yelled.
The two naked men struggled up from the lake front. Licking their tongues feverishly around their lips, the girls ran to them. Blackie picked out Jim, and Luanne caught Pete by the arm. I saw Jill frown because she'd been left out. I focused my gaze on Jim and Blackie. They both looked genuinely pleased as Jim led her toward the cot that Roby had set up under some trees. I saw Blackie quiver as she looked at Jim. Her eyes traveled from his handsome face down to his flat, hard stomach and the magnificently erect cock that seemed to be straining out for her.
Jim picked her up and lowered her onto the cot.
"I'm on fire, Man!" she said, gasping. "Don't be impatient," he whispered. "Let's not rush things."
"Oh, God-"
Jim's hands and mouth were already exploring the planes and curves of her body. Blackie lay back, luxuriating in the sensual thrills that I knew surged through her. Her muscles flexed as Jim built the fires inside her higher and higher.
His hands tenderly kneaded the globes of her breasts. His mouth traveled down to her belly. His lips and tongue caressed her flesh, his tongue darting in and out of the tiny, dark aperture of her navel.
Oh, God, how I wished to be in Jim's place! "Please."
"Uh-huh. Not yet," Jim murmured.
Jim shifted his position slightly. His mouth stroked the silken smoothness of her thighs and she opened them reflexively. She was almost sobbing now.
I thought I'd come in my pants!
Jim's hands were now in her hair. Her hips undulated against the press of his face.
"Oh, Christ!" I cried.
"Cut!" Roby yelled. "This is too good! We've got to get it on film." He positioned his camera. "Go back to the first when the men come up from the seashore."
Things went off as before. A stab of pure pleasure went through me as Blackie's body convulsed as Jim's tongue plunged through her thatch of dark pubic hair and found what it sought.
"Aw, God, Man, I can't wait."
"Go on, then," Jim said, his voice muffled in her nest.
I saw her muscles cord, as she strained against him, arching her back, her hips grinding. "Ooooh--! "
That moan, which signaled her approach to an orgasm, rose to a cry of joy. She pushed his head back and guided his mouth to her breasts. He sucked them, biting at them, running his tongue over and around them, making sounds that were whimpers of joy.
He lay with his head against her breasts and did not move for a minute.
"More!" she pleaded. "Only I want you inside me!"
Jim murmured something as he drew himself up alongside her. He pulled his mouth away from hers and started kneading her breasts. Then he eased in between her thighs, covering her body with his own.
"In me," I heard Blackie breath. "Inside me, please aah, Jesus-"
She raised her hips to meet him.
Roby moved the camera in for a close view. Her pussy was drenched, but the head of Jim's huge cock pushed against her opening, straining. It wouldn't go in.
Jim pronged her, and she went into a spasm and screamed, then clutched around him.
Jim lay motionless for a second, then forced his cock at her again. This time, she arched her back and forced her hips against his, then let out a curdling scream. He grasped her buttocks with both hands and made her cunt swallow his erect sex, down to his hairs. She spasmed and moaned.
He murmured something into her ear, and she flung her legs around his back, locking them there. He increased the tempo and force of his thrusts.
"Aaah!" she sighed. She writhed beneath him, then pounded her body up against his.
He held her more tightly, and his tongue thrust deeply into her ear.
"Aaah!" she moaned.
Roby switched the camera to Pete and Luanne. Luanne was crying. Pete kissed her forehead.
"Christ!" she murmured. "I can't take any more of that! Please take it out!"
The camera turned back to Jim and Blackie, and Roby moved it in for a close-up. Jim raised up a few inches, his cock still in Blackie's bleeding cunt. Christ, scarlet against black! It would make a beautiful picture in color!
"Cut!" Roby cried, and stopped the camera.
The filming was over.
"Jesus, I got some great film!" Roby exclaimed.
"And I've got a magnificent ache in my balls," I told him.
Blackie had heard. "You don't lay me!" she said heatedly. "I'm sore as hell inside."
"No lick job?"
"No lick job, white man! No nothin'! I've had it!"
"Wasn't it worth it?" I probed.
"What? To get my guts torn up?"
"Suppose I said you'd be the star of the movie? Suppose we re-name it "The Black Virgin"?
"That's great news," she said quietly, forcing a smile. I pulled her down on the cot and sat beside her, taking her into my arms and embracing her.
She pushed me away.
"I mean it, man," she said. "I'm sore as a boil."
* * * * *
I screwed Jill Brown that afternoon, then gave her a mouth job. I tongue-fucked two other girls and felt great about it.
Pete, too, had to get his with a mouth job. After he'd rammed Luanne, none of the other girls would try him. It was the same way with Jim, though two of them tried. Jim was so handsome the girls felt he would be almost worth a bleeding just to have him, I supposed.
While I was going down on my last girl, I saw Jim and a red-head together. Jim was finger-fucking her, while she was masturbating him. Their faces said they were enjoying each other.
My little Jill had been watching the activities without participating. She was warmth and closeness, and I knew she needed my mouth to give her pleasure, to relieve the pressures in her.
And I still had to satisfy myself.
I pushed her down on the cot where Jim had fucked it to Blackie. I kissed her breasts, and they tasted sweet. I rested my head on them, hearing her healthy heart-beat.
She tugged at my cock, holding it, pumping it slowly. It made me feel good secure and wanted.
I closed my eyes and lowered my head over her nest. I parted her cunt lips with my tongue, and her juices tasted salty. Then there was her clit between my lips, and I let them slide over it.
For a moment, I was alone with her cunt, and the sounds of the waves splashing against the lakeshore.
She groaned, and I sucked faster, then moved up to her naked breasts then to the back of her neck.
Then I went down to her cunt again, and my mouth touched her slippery pussy lips I probed to find her hard clitoris.
I sucked enthusiastically. She began to moan and gasp, and I knew she was getting closer and closer to her climax.
Her pleasure was my reward. I knew when a tiny, sympathetic spasming began in her womb, rising to a point beyond control. I plunged my head faster and felt her tension and shuddering as she cried out.
I was gasping, too, as my tongue on her clitoris slithered over and around it in fast little movements. I reached up and began rolling and teasing the sensitive buds of her nipples.
I made urgent sounds as she writhed. Her hips jerked upward, then finally fell loosely to the cot, and I knew she had reached the peak.
I pulled my mouth away and lay panting, gloriously content, my eyes closed against the sun's glare.
A deep voice said, "You get your gun off, Nord?"
It was Jim Huff. "No," I said.
He dropped to his knees, and I opened my legs wider. He took my cock into his mouth.
"I want more," the girl said helplessly. She was moving under Jim. I saw Jim's huge cock hanging from his loins like a club. She took it, and it filled her mouth with only its head and a small portion of its thick shaft. It was gigantic maybe ten inches long.
I closed my eyes as Jim sucked me. I heard the girl gag as he pressed deeper into her throat. Jim battered me, while the girl battered his massive cock.
Then his thrusts into her throat became brutal, powerful, violent. He grunted. "Oh, holy shit! Oh, Christ!"
Thick spurts of semen flooded the girl's mouth as she worked to swallow. Jim's thick cock was swollen, like iron! There was no room for ail the semen he was pumping into the girl. It overflowed her mouth and ran down her lips, onto my legs.
I kept urging Jim on to bring me to a climax. Then I spurted, grinding my teeth. Finally, there was no more cream in me, and I pushed his mouth from my softening cock.
The girl was still chewing his prong. He was clawing, whimpering, and convulsing.
He came again, and then we three lay in the sun like dead people.
Someone began washing my face and neck. I opened my eyes, and it. was Blackie. I smiled up at her, and she smiled back.
I felt satisfied and content.
On the way home, Roby said, "Jesus Christ, with the kind of action we got this afternoon, we've got a million dollar project!"
"We may not get rich," I said. "But wasn't it fun?"
"Hell, yes!" Jim offered. He was riding with us in the back seat.
I was beginning to like Jim.
Spontaneously, I invited him to come home with me and have dinner.
He accepted.
TWELVE
I didn't know how Nicki would take to my bringing a guest home to dinner, but she brightened up and smiled at Jim, and I could tell she liked him.
And the feeling was mutual. After the dessert, she led us to the living room, then brought coffee. She sat down in a wing-backed chair, looking exactly like a schoolgirl who was trying to make an impression on one of her male teachers.
"Everything going well on the movie set?" she inquired.
"Yes," I said.
"Go ahead. Tell me the details," she urged. "I won't be jealous."
I hesitated.
Jim winked at me.
"You expect a great deal from that movie, don't you?" Nicki asked.
"Yes, I guess I do. At least, I'm hoping."
Nicki gave a small shrug. "At least, it will be a start. You'll make others?"
"We plan to."
"With girls?"
"They're the rage now. They bring in the money."
Jim took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. He offered the pack to Nicki, and when she shook her head, he lit one for himself.
Then he said, "Those things don't require much talent."
"Acting talent, you mean," Nicki put in. "But I bet every girl on the set is trying, to screw or suck her Way into a 'career!' "
"You can bet on that!" Jim said.
Nicki frowned. "I don't see how a girl could debase herself like that."
I wanted to tell her it was easy, but I didn't.
Nicki stood up. "I'd better get to the dishes now," she said. "What do you two intend doing this evening or am I allowed to ask?"
"Of course, you can ask, Nicki," I replied. "But the answer isn't very interesting. We'll both talk business for a while. Then we have to get some rest."
"Oh-"
Jim grinned and said, "But first, let me help you with the dishes."
I heard them out in the kitchen, laughing. It had been a long time since Nicki had laughed like that. I wish you'd tongue her, Jim, I thought! Maybe you're the man to warm her, make her like it!
When Jim came back to the living room, he dumped himself into an over-stuffed arm chair and spread his thick legs wide. His tumescent cock bulged the front of his pants. He looked at me and smiled.
I didn't say anything, but I knew Nicki had got him hot and bothered. I wet my lips with my tongue and wrinkled my nose, hoping old Jim, at least, had gotten my wife ready for some kind of action.
We talked business for a while, and I noticed that Jim's huge cock had wilted.
Finally, he said good night and left.
When I went to the bedroom, Nicki was already in bed. I quickly stripped down to my shorts and undershirt and eased up to the bed. I poked my hard cock at her.
"Nord," she said, "I've got my period. It started yesterday."
I knelt on the edge of the bed. "Then get to work on this with your mouth!" I rasped.
To my surprise, she said, "Don't you want to get undressed first?"
I got out of my shorts and undershirt fast.
Nicki wet her lips.
"Get with it!" I cried. I gripped her head, tugged it toward my crotch. "Tongue the knob before you go all the way down on my honey horn!"
Nicki bent her neck, inclining her head sideways. Her lips and tongue encountered a few sparse hairs, then my skin. She opened her lips wider.
"Hey, for Christ's sake!" I roared, shoving her head away. "Don't bite it!"
"Sorry, Nord. I'll be more gentle."
"That's better, baby. Yeah, a lot better!"
Nicki's fingers closed around the base of my hard cock. She made a sheath of her mouth and what she did, she did greedily.
"Oh, Jesus!" I panted, my belly rigid.
Before I knew it, I was coming! I was excited, joyous, eager. Nicki plunged her head faster! Her tongue lashed the underside of my glans.
An animal sound tore from my throat as I exploded, spurting semen deep into Nicki's throat. She accepted it willingly, and I was puzzled by her change. She swallowed and whimpered, but kept my cock covered with her mouth. I felt sweet agony as her lips milked me dry.
Later, she rested her head on my shoulder.
Holy Jesus, Nicki had surely changed character! I figured on some pretty wild times with her from now on!
Before she fell asleep, Nicki told me that Edna and she had planned to attend our picture party.
I said I was pleased.
* * * * *
We finished filming two days later. The last scenes were shot in our improvised studio. The girls had been allowed to bring visitors to witness the last shooting.
When the work was all over, everybody got drunk.
Blackie had brought a big, muscular colored man. Naked to the waist, he was dancing with Jill Brown. He had an enormous erection which bulged his jeans. Jill pressed lasciviously against it. She wore only a bra and flesh-colored panties.
A naked couple on the floor in a corner were petting as heavily as it was possible to pet. She was pumping his cock, while he was stuffing his fingers into her pussy.
Two of the girls were dancing with each other. They were naked.
John Price, on a sofa with some broad, asked Roby and me, "Enjoying yourselves?"
Roby grinned. "Sure."
I said, "I'm all for erotic freedom!"
Jim went for a drink. I looked around, and a girl smiled lopsidedly at me. "You got a nice-lookin' ass," she said.
Her hair was black and wild, and she was naked. I fingered her pussy.
"And that's nice, too," I said.
Her dark eyes were hypnotic. "Suck my cunt," she begged.
She didn't have to beg long. I forgot the crowded room as my tongue darted into her hole and probed. In three minutes, I had her satisfied.
She hadn't been very good. I guess I had my mind mostly on Nicki. I saw Jill leave the room with the black man. ; Luanne edged up to me and asked, "Would you like to have sex with me?"
I said simply, "I don't like intercourse. I like oral love."
She smiled broadly. "Then I'm your baby! I like a sixty-nine job!"
"Then I guess we're suited for each other!" I took her into my arms. "Let's test ourselves!"
She was down on me in a second. She took my cock into her mouth and kissed it like it was hot honey. Then she slid her mouth aside, "Ummm," she said, "just the right size."
I was gasping.
"Now, wait-" We got on the floor in a sixty-nine position. I ran my hand over her cunt, felt her mound. "Your pussy hair is like silk," I said.
She reached for my cock. "You like to do it on your side?" she asked. "Sometimes it's better that way."
"Umm."
She licked my cock head, sending shivers through me.
I wet my lips and went down on her pussy. She was wet and ready. I found her clitoris. It was prominent and hot, peeking out of her pussy lips.
Touching it, I asked, "Do you like to be sucked or tongued?"
"Both," she said. "I don't care. Let's do it now!"
We began a beautiful interaction. My mouth fitted her pussy lips, and she sucked my cock fervently. I tightened my mouth and plunged my head forward and back slowly. She went wild.
She took my cock to the back of her throat and gagged. I felt a scream coming up in my chest.
And then we climaxed together.
"Jesus, that was perfect," I whispered.
"Oh, yes, yes." she breathed.
Then a minute later, we separated.
I remembered I had to see Roby, Pete and John, and make plans for our party.
It was around two o'clock in the morning before we got together. First, we talked about about the future of our film.
"You think it will go over?" John asked.
"I don't think we need be scared about that," Roby answered. "It will be accepted and we'll be independent. We'll have money for sex and drink and anything else we want."
"And we'll want to make another," I said. "And another."
"Oh, shit, yes!" Pete said. "I could go through another fuck scene right now!"
I gazed at him and saw that his cock was rising. Jim reached forward and caught his dong through his pants, pressing him back and straddling him.
"Oh, Christ," Jim said huskily, "you're too much!"
"Hey, what goes on, Man?" Pete asked.
It was a foolish question. Jim slid down and began a quickening rhythm over Pete's cock. Pete slid down and gave an explosive groan as he clutched Jim's head. He heaved and wrenched with a gush of joy-
Jim was a weird guy who liked to suck cocks. A freak. But that night, both Roby and I, took advantage of him.
* * * * *
I got to bed before morning, but I couldn't sleep. I kept wondering about all that cunt I'd sucked. I'd called Jim a freak. I'd said so cruelly to his face. But I had to admit to myself that there wasn't too much difference between a cocksucker and a pussy licker. And I loved hot pussy lips, loved to probe between them with my tongue.
When I sucked, I felt loved. I don't think my mother ever loved me. She had never let me take her nipples in my mouth when I was a child. And now, a woman's clit was like a nipple something to suck something to love.
I remembered that when my girl cousin had first taught me to mouth her, it was the first time in my life that I'd felt really loved.
I lay on my back and looked up at the dark ceiling. There had been promises in Nicki's actions in her voice. I lay there and anticipated the sweet heaven of doing it all to her.
THIRTEEN
It was the morning before the night of the big party. Saturday. I got up, full of anticipation, which must have been catching. I found Nicki already in the kitchen, getting breakfast. She was singing.
Later, as we sipped coffee together at the breakfast table, I saw a secret gleam in her eyes which I could not read.
Still, I felt the invisible wall between jus, though not as impregnable as before. She was filled with excitement. I distrusted her good mood. But I'll have to admit that my distrust was diminished.
"I guess you'll want to go early this evening," she said. "I can come on with Edna later, if that's all right."
"Okay," I said. "Have you made arrangements with her?"
"No need to. She'll just come by."
Talk about knowing your wife. I felt in that moment that I didn't know a goddamned thing about Nicki. She was the most mysterious woman in the world!
Later, I studied her wryly from behind my newspaper, but she still didn't reveal a thing. She gave me a glance and a smile that I thought were triumphant. I stared into my paper.
Hell, I couldn't even imagine what was going on!
"Edna and I will just look on this evening," she told me. "I know the whole thing will be an orgy, but we won't take part, of course."
I nodded.
She passed by me, and her fingers grazed my neck. I caught her hand and squeezed it, and then our eyes met. That instant seemed to last forever, and, momentarily, my breath stopped. Jesus, if she didn't have me bewitched!
"And now," Nicki said at last, "I'd better go see what I'm going to wear to an otherwise naked party!"
By sundown, my excitement over the coming evening had reached a high pitch. I noticed, too, that Nicki was having a hard time controlling her own rising anticipations. Our dinner was a rush. Neither Nicki nor I could eat much.
As soon as it was dark, I started down to the studio. As I hurried along the street, I felt that somehow Nicki had an ace up her sleeve. I felt bewildered.
I reached the building and found that I was the first one to arrive for the big event. But Pete or Roby, or somebody had already brought in the supply of liquor, so I mixed myself a stiff drink.
Before I'd drunk it down, Luanne LaRue arrived.
"I told Pa I was babysitting," she said, with a little laugh. "But I'm out on the town tonight, eh?"
She nuzzled her full, wet mouth against my ear and tickled my neck with her fingertips. I pressed in close.
Suddenly, I was wanting her.
But I shoved her back. "Beat it!" I said angrily.
"Nuts to you! I'm not good enough, is that it?"
She flounced away.
"To hell with you!" I said aloud.
Wavering a bit, I went over for another drink. I felt rocky, and like all drunks, I thought just another little one would straighten me out. I mixed myself a rum and Coke, and when I turned back, Jill and Roby Small were coming through the door.
Jill was bleeding. In choking gasps, she said she'd been raped.
I stared at Roby. "You do it?" I asked.
"No," Jill sobbed. "It was out there in the dark. I don't know who did it."
I wanted to call the police.
She wouldn't let me. She wouldn't let Roby or me take her home, either.
I didn't know what to do.
"You call the cops, and I'll tell them you did it!"
I knew she was crazy enough to. And we'd all be up for trouble. "Fresh, tough kid!" I mumbled to myself. "To hell with her!"
I couldn't think very well with the liquor fogging my brain. Roby was no help. But I decided we'd better get her out of there before any of the others came along.
I kept thinking about where to take her what to do with Jill.
Then I got a brainstorm.
"We'll drive you to the doctor's office and leave you there," I said.
"Like hell!"
I tried to reason with her. "You know if you tell the cops I did this to you, they'll toss me in jail and throw the key away. You wouldn't do that to me, would you? You said you liked me."
"Sure, I like you! But I'm not going to the doctor! I'm not going to let no doctor fool around with me! I've been hurt enough! You just get me some money, Nord Southgate!" She made a wild gesture with both arms. "Maybe this is my chance to get out of this goddamned dump! I ain't gonna muff it! And you'd better believe that, mister."
I listened, knowing she had me in a bad spot. Roby, too. I asked, "If I should get you some money and help you out of town, will you never say I raped you? Even if the cops should find you?"
"Why should they find me? Anyway, I'd be a rat if I crossed you after you'd helped me. Think I'd do a thing like that?" She started to cry. "All I want is a chance to act be a star. But I can't go any place looking like I worked in a butcher shop. I'm all covered with blood. And I don't feel good. I ache all over. I need a drink."
"Me, too."
Roby mixed more rum and Cokes while Jill cleaned up.
After that, she felt better and calmed down. Pretty soon, she was begging me to love her. I didn't get it. I thought she'd been hurt too bad for sex.
I tried to screw her, but we were both too drunk. We just called each other filthy names. Finally, she raked her fingers down my cheek and scratched me.
The scratch was the first thing Nicki noticed when Edna and she arrived.
"Nord," she gasped, "what happened to you?"
I couldn't answer. I turned and started away. "I've got a right to know!" she yelled after me.
I just said, "Nothing you'd be interested in."
The next person to arrive was Jim Huff. He stepped into the room and eyed everybody. One of the girls ran up to him. She was naked and willing. She caught his arm, looked up at him, and asked, "You bring any pills?"
I felt a tiny chill start in the pit of my stomach.
Jim pulled a small box from his coat pocket.
"I'll give you one," he said. "That should be enough to keep it from hurting. Take it now, then I'll give you another one when we're finished screwing. I want you wide awake and full of steam."
The girl shrugged, then swallowed the pill.
"Okay, we'll wait a while before we begin the fun," Jim told her. "Let the stuff take effect."
I heard another girl ask, "Is he good in the sack?"
"Is he good?" The first girl repeated the question to herself. "The best!"
"I like my kicks in several ways."
"I'm the same way," the first girl nodded, her voice husky. "I like all sorts of kicks. And Jim-"
"Jesus Christ, they tell me that long, big dong of his brings blood!"
I saw Nicki over by the waterfall and went over to her. She acted drunk, and I laughed. Nicki wasn't in the habit of drinking too much liquor, but it looked as if she'd taken on more than her share this time.
She tried to push me away when I eased up to her and felt for her tits. She'd used some kind of perfume that evoked the picture of tropical gardens on hot nights, and it got to me.
"You smell good," I said.
"You like it?" she asked.
"You never smelled so good," I told her. "That perfume's terrific!"
She grinned brightly and said, "I just hope somebody else-likes it!"
Somebody turned down the lights, and now there was only an orange-red glow in the room. I had trouble recognizing other people. Then I realized almost everyone was naked, and I started getting out of my clothes. It was a strange feeling to stand there in the dim glow, naked, among dozens of other naked people. The eerie sensation was increased by the uncomfortable heat of the place.
"Let me take a good look at you," some girl said, coming up.
I spread my legs and she fingered my cock, making it start to rise.
Still, another girl asked, "Would you care to dance?"
"I'd care for a drink," I said, taking the girl's hand and leading her with me over to the booze.
"I feel kind of funny," the girl said, "Like somebody doped me, or something."
"A mix, or straight liquor?" I asked, nodding toward the drinks.
"A shot of whisky will be fine," the girl said.
I poured some whisky. "There? That be okay?"
"Fine," she said, drinking it down. "You want to screw me now."
"I-I like to suck . "
"Oh!"
I was startled to find the girl edging away from me, as if there were something sinful about me. I glanced around to see Jim Huff watching me.
"How are you doing, Jim?" I asked. "Nothing yet but I've got several cunts lined up." A drunk girl passed by, and Jim caught her ass and pinched it.
"Control yourself!" she said, with a frown.
"I can't," Jim said. "Not around you. You've got me addicted with that goddamned naked body of yours! And when you stretch your legs-"
"Stop it! You can't fuck me! Your cock's too big!"
Jim let her go. "There are others," he whispered to me, then pushed through the laughing crowd where dancers clung to each other as if the heat of the atmosphere was exciting their passions.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and the big room was thrown into complete darkness. I hadn't even realized there was a storm outside until somebody said lightning had struck the electric transmitter, or something. I groped around until I touched some dame who did not resist me strenuously. I led her to a place somewhat apart from the mulling crowd.
She shivered and said, "I'm all goose flesh."
I enfolded her in my arms, and she felt warm. "I've got to kiss you," I told her, pressing my hot lips down on hers. "I've got to have you."
My words trailed off as I felt her cunt. It was oozing juices. I felt her body heat flowing into me as she let her pelvis press against me.
I interrupted her invitation to go further so I could lead her still further from the mob. We were standing. "I want to make a frontal assault," I laughed.
I ran my fingers over her breasts and aroused her nipples. I sucked her full breasts for a minute, then slid my lips down to her belly. She shivered as my masculine lips and hot tongue moved over her.
"No," she whispered when I tried to go further down, trying to push my head back, but not possessing the strength. She was drunk. Thickly, she begged, "No, please-"
"Come on."
I brushed the lips of her cunt with my tongue, and that pleased her. Could it be she really wanted me to suck?
I pressed my mouth over her nest. She drew back.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"That's so ggg-oood, I can't stand much of it," she shivered.
A tormenting heat of desire was pushing through my body.
The big room was filled with strange odors tobacco smoke, liquor smells dozen of perfumes. Through it all, my nose picked up an odor that was vaguely familiar.
But I didn't think about it.
I had my head now down into the girl's pubic hairs, and my tongue searched. She stood with her legs spread and let me explore.
Gently, I eased her to the floor. I didn't know who she was, and I didn't care. I reached up and took each of her firm, shapely breasts in my hands and squeezed them, pressed them, rubbed them until those distinct little tips glowed like hot coals. There was something about her very exciting. She hit me hard in the belly with lust.
"Who are you?" I whispered in the dark.
"Does it matter? like what I've got?"
"Love it!" I said. My head slipped down again. And before I probed her hole again, I wiped sweat from my brow. I had her primed and ready to go, and she squirmed a little impatiently.
Away from us, I could hear the others and knew the party had reached its peak. Many of the guests were drunk. One or two were snoring.
Once more, I asked the girl, "Who are you?"
She laughed a drunken laugh.
I felt obsessed. I couldn't wait. I devoured her bare legs with my mouth, tasted the juices between her thighs, and felt that I'd found the prize of the party. My mouth went over her pussy.
"Oh, you're great great!" she sighed and writhed, thrusting her pelvis upward to my mouth.
"The same goes for you," I told her, feeling a wonderful something sweep through my body. I gave a groan of desire and sucked on her as hard as I could.
"Oh, man, man!" she panted in my ear. Her hand went out to my hard cock, and warm fingers encircled my flesh. I felt my balls roll up.
She pulled away from my mouth and raised up to lick the head of my cock, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through me.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I cried out.
She opened her mouth and slipped my cock into it, going all the way down my shaft and flattening her forehead against my abdomen, then slowly withdrawing my cock. She swiped at the head again, her tongue flitting over the tingling glans. She swallowed all of it again and did a kind of unbelievable sucking-thing with the muscles of her throat.
"I've been sucked off before, but not like this," I said.
Her mouth went down again, and she did business in her throat that made me think I was going to faint. I cried out.
She stopped and put her hand over my cock. "It's good," she said. "Not too big, but good."
I switched and got my mouth over her cunt, my tongue in her pussy. I settled down to an uninterrupted sucking of her cunt, while she held my head. Burning with desire, I used my lips and tongue to fondle human flesh.
It was great great!
I was working hard with my lips, finding her clit, circling it and meeting the tantalizing resistance of her twisting hips. My tongue became a whirling vortex inside her, finding her tender, warm, moist flesh.
I felt myself coming, the cream drawing out of me through my swollen prick. "Oh, Jesus," I groaned, feeling my hot cock throb, then puke and gush sperm. "God, I'm coming coming. Suck on my cock eat me Please take it into your throat.
Her mouth went over my apparatus and she drew everything out of me.
"Oh, yes yes you're getting a feast like you've never had!"
She swallowed the milk from my balls, the sweet, hot, thick, white fluid. She knew how to eat cock my cock so hot so hard so painfully hard.
I rested a moment, then asked, "Ready? I want to give you as good a job as you gave me!"
I went down on her.
"Ohmygod!" she gasped.
I let her clit slide in and out between my teeth, and she went mad. She doubled up and screamed out. I knew she was reaching her climax.
"Wow!" I gasped, taking my mouth from her cunt.
She screamed, and out of the darkness came another scream, a curdling scream a scream of intense pain.
Somebody quickly found a candle and lit it. I saw Jill Brown with Jim Huff, and I knew instantly what had happened. I hurried over, and one look told me Jim had hurt her badly with his oversized cock. I knew then I should have taken her to a doctor in the beginning.
"Jim," I gasped, "what happened?"
He couldn't answer for a moment. Then he said, "I gave her a pill. I thought it would avoid pain when I stuck it to her."
Somebody produced a wet towel and began washing Jill. There was a pool of blood on the floor. Worried sick, I even wondered if Jill would die.
There was a heavy pounding in my ears. It grew louder. Then I knew someone was pounding at the outside door.
Someone opened the door, and the next thing
I knew, police were swarming all over the place.
"This is End," I whispered to nobody in particular. "We'll all be booked as sex fiends."
Two cops had me by my arms. They were leading me outside, to the paddy wagon. Far away, I heard somebody scream. It sounded like Nicki's scream.
Then darkness came.
I woke up in the hospital. Nicki was there by my side and a fellow she called Ben White, a city detective, was with her.
He asked, "What happened to the girl?"
"I don't know," I cried. "Honest to God, I don't know!"
Nicki begged, "Please, let him alone, mister. He's so ill."
"I've got a job to do!"
I told the detective all I knew.
"Now, what did you do with her, Southgate? After you butchered her?"
Nicki gave a strangled cry.
I looked at the detective blindly. "I never hurt her," I said, sounding guilty.
"Why did you try to kill her?"
"I--? "
I was scared, ashamed, and heartsick. But I managed to tell the whole story, how Jill had I wanted the lead in the movie.
"I want my wife to know everything," I said, taking Nicki's hand.
"I already do."
"You do?" I asked, surprised.
Somebody called to Ben White, and he left us momentarily. I looked at Nicki, and she smiled at me.
"Nord," she said, "this never would have happened if I'd been a real wife to you."
"What?"
"I mean, I know what happened to Jill, how that Jim Huff hurt her. And, Nord, it might have happened to me. I was all hot for him, and he'd given me a dexie. Maybe something else in it, too."
"He did?"
"Yes, Nord but instead of giving myself to him, I came to you."
For a moment, I was really flabbergasted. Then I remembered the scent of that perfume.
"Oh, Nicki, Nicki!" I cried.
Ben White had returned and heard.
"I like to see people who are married and still in love," he said to us.
I just smiled, and nodded.
With Ben White's help, we all got off easy. Jim had taken Jill to a doctor, and it turned out she wasn't really hurt too badly.
My only thought after that was to get Nicki home and to bed!
FOURTEEN
Do you know how a lost, lonely child feels when it is cuddled to its mother? Well, if you do, you know how Nicki made me feel after we'd gone to bed. Some guys, I guess, want a wife. Others want a mother substitute.
And, well, guys like me crave a wife-mother combination.
I reached over and felt Nicki's warm flesh sliding into my arms. I was uneasy for a moment, not wanting her to shy off. But I couldn't restrain myself very long. Our bodies were separated only a fraction of an inch, Nicki's tits moving tantalizingly only a hair's breadth from my chest. I found the slightest degree of distance between us intolerable. I had to feel her body against mine!
To my amazement, she pulled me tightly to her. I smelled the perfume of her breasts as I spread my fingers wide, slid them down her back to the base of her spine. She locked herself even closer to me, thrusting her hips forward tightly.
I dropped my fingers further down and played with her ass, reached under and felt the down of hair on her broadening plain below her spinal column.
I bent down and licked her gleaming hips. That excited me so much that I felt my stomach had been replaced by a vacuum. A rhythm started up now a rhythm that demanded consummation.
"Let me," I whispered.
She opened her legs to receive my head. I gasped with unbelievable pleasure at the sensations Nicki's flesh gave me. My mouth was over her cunt fiercely devouring it with kisses.
Soon, I had surging sensations going through her body until she convulsed, and my mouth was torn from her cunt. I heard a weird moan issue from her lips and knew that it signified everything. Everything. And now her hips flew wildly against my mouth.
I was ungovernable at this point. I sucked her like one gone mad, and she retaliated lance for lance. We were both deliciously slippery with sweat.
Finally, I groaned madly and went rigid. Nicki gave a twitching lurch and arched.
And then the heavens broke asunder for both of us.
We lay heavily in each other's arms, for some minutes. I could hardly get my breath. And then I found I was becoming excited again.
Nicki stirred as I knelt over her. I began playing with her ripe breasts. I teased her swollen nipples with my tongue. She quivered spasmodically, and her hand snaked out and caught my prick.
"Lie back," I said, "I want to kiss you."
She leaned back, and every fiber in me quivered as I kissed her mouth. Then she offered me a breast to kiss.
"Wait," I said, shifting.
"Oh, now-now!" Her words trailed off as she squirmed. I mouthed her cunt until a shrill cry burst from her.
Then, again, we shuddered together and crumpled.
"Thanks, darling," I said later.
"You liked me? You're not even a little bit surprised?"
Nicki said, "I didn't want to be unfaithful. But what you wanted is something a girl has to learn to do, I guess." She was sort of smiling.
"Not all girls," I said, then added, "I suppose you want me to ask how you learned, is that it?"
"No, not exactly, Nord. I feel I have to tell you. First, Edna worked on me, I guess. I wondered if you had put her up to it, and I was angry."
"And then well, a girl needs sex, just as a man does, and you weren't giving me any. So I let Pete try, but he was too big."
"And then? Did you let Edna tongue you?"
"No, Nord, it was that friend of yours, Jim Huff. He has a cock on him as big as Pete has, and I knew he couldn't have me in the regular way. So I let him, Nord, and he was easy."
"You like it that way now?" I asked.
"The best."
"God bless old Jim Huff!" I cried out.
"Nord?"
"Yes?"
"Make me warm again soon."
"I will, darling. Now and tomorrow and tomorrow in our bed every place in the world together."
"Our bed," Nicki repeated. "That sounds best."
"It is," I said.
I glanced quickly down at Nicki and my heart swelled. She was no more the bitter, lonely figure of the past few years.
* * * * *
The next day, I paid Jim Huff off for his part in the movie and suggested subtly that it would be best if he got out of town.
"Why?" he asked. "What's here I should be in a hurry to get away from?"
"For one thing," I said pointedly, "my wife!"
"Oh!" He paused, then said, "I knew how you wanted her to perform. I thought you'd be thankful-"
"I am, Jim. You'll never know how much. But from now on, she's all mine."
Jim grinned, then took a deep breath.
"Nord," he said, "don't worry. I'm getting married to a girl who makes the whole scene. Wish me luck."
"I wish you luck, Jim." I noted how nervous Jim had become.
"Goodbyee," he said.
"Goodbyee, Jim."
I watched him cross the street, and when I looked back, Nicki was standing in our door.
I went to her, took her clothes off, and guided her to our bed.
"Let's do it every Sunday afternoon," she whispered in my ear. "I like to do it in daylight. I like to see you everything you've got."
"So you'll know who you're in bed with?" I laughed. I noticed her frown, so I asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Why?"
"You frowned."
"I guess I guess I was thinking about some things that aren't very pleasant."
I gazed earnestly into her eyes. "Honey, there are always unpleasant things in this world," I told her, "And they're going to stay here, whether we like them, or not. We have to find our own way so let's have fun. I think we can."
"I know we can, darling," she told me with a smile. She was stroking my bare chest, belly, and thighs with warm fingers.
I turned to embrace her, and she moved to meet me, to receive me. I gave a deep, heavy sigh that blended with hers as she thrust her naked breasts against me.
I moved down until my head rested between her legs, my mouth covered her cunt. Then my lips tugged.
"Slowly," she whispered, holding my head in her hands and lazily moving her thighs. "Oh, real slow, Nord. Make it last forever-"
And I knew that I would-that it was possible. And I also knew that we would find some middle ground of sexual happiness eventually, that my psychotic drive would become less needed because there was, at last, with Nicki, the supreme communication, love.
