How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel are important, other people will be sacrificed for the sake of those goals. Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people whose personal achievement, or success, or whatever they choose to call it, is the only thing that really matters. That others suffer because of it is inconsequential to them.
OVEREAGER WHORE is the story about a rich man who makes a bet with his influential friends that he can "create" the world's best whore. His money buys him the best available girls, and his maniacal craving to succeed destroys the lives of many innocent people.
A startling novel that contains a warning for us all. A novel which answers many questions, but leaves many more un-answered.
Chapter One
Norman Carroll stepped from the rear of the big car and tapped his cane on the glass of the front door. It rolled down and Carroll leaned inside.
"I won't be needing the car for the rest of the evening, Rocky," he said.
"Yes, sir," the young man behind the wheel replied. "What time?"
"Pick me up about midnight. And, Rocky, if you see one of your ladies this evening... please don't use the car," Carroll said, and peeled a twenty from a huge roll of bills in his hand. "Get a motel. The stains, Rocky, the stains."
"Yes, sir," the driver said sheepishly.
Rocky rolled the window up as Carroll stepped back. The car roared away. Crude, he thought, Rocky was crude but lovable, and very loyal. He also had the most amazing talent for finding weird parties and strange women on dull evening.
Norman Carroll paid no attention to the gawking heads staring at him as he spun on his heel and walked up the stairs to his club.
The gawking heads stared until he had disappeared behind the wrought-iron doors. What the staring faces saw was a tall, six-foot-four, lithe-framed man dressed in a three-hundred-dollar suit and sixty-dollar shoes. The expensive clothing adorned, but failed to hide, the muscular body that moved with the grace of a jungle cat.
The face showed the man's thirty-five years but retained the vitality of youth. It seemed to be smiling with both cynicism and ribald good humor, all at the same time, as if its owner had not a care in the world, past, present, or future.
And indeed it was true, for Norman Carroll had inherited one million dollars the day he was born, and between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five, he had added another nine million.
"Good evening, Mr. Carroll," said the tuxedoed doorman as he took the man's hat, coat and cane.
"Anyone here yet?"
"It's Friday, sir. Nearly all the gentlemen are here."
"Mr. Ruttledge?"
"In the bar, sir."
Carroll climbed the wide, red-carpeted stairs and turned left into the huge open bar.
He, along with Jason Ruttledge, another too-rich young man, had conceived the idea for the club out of boredom. They had been friends for years, both in business and in pleasure.
The club was a place where other men like themselves could come and lose all social inhibitions. Gambling was the staple of the main floor, sex in every way, shape and form could be found on the third floor, and the second floor was the club room, the bar, and the offices.
Friday night was a combination games night and show night on the third floor. On Friday nearly all the regular members attended.
Carroll looked around the bar and spotted Jason at the far end talking to a redhead, who looked familiar.
"Norman, old chum, over here," Jason said, as Carroll approached the couple.
"Jason, old chap, how goes it?" Norman replied, sliding onto the stool beside his friend.
"Terribly good. How have you been, Norman, old sport?"
"Smashing, Jason. And you?"
"The same," Jason said, "Have you met Sylvia?"
"No, can't say as I have."
"Sylvia, this is old sport Norman Carroll... Norman, Sylvia."
"How do you do, Mr. Carroll?" said the redhead.
"Well," Carroll said, "it's not quite hard yet, but if you lean over just a little farther, I think I'll make it."
Jason laughed.
The girl's eyes bugged nearly out of her head, but she managed to regain her balance. "A... haven't you two seen each other for a long time?"
"Not since one o'clock," Norman replied. "We both fucked Jason's secretary for lunch." Sylvia bit her lip and walked away. "She new?" Norman asked.
"Just hired her this afternoon," Jason replied, chuckling. "You've got to stop shocking the new ones like that before they get used to the place, Norm."
"Why... in two more hours somebody will jump up there and start screwing and she'll get the picture away. Then she either joins in or runs like hell. I've seen her before."
"She runs the deli down on the corner, with her husband."
"Where's he?"
"In the kitchen," Jason replied. "He's the new cook."
"Does he know?"
"Sure," Jason said, laughingly. "He's been trying to get a job up here for months, and I've been trying to get into Sylvia's panties for months... ergo, job goes with wife."
"You're a bastard, Jason."
"I know. How do you like the new costumes?" Norman looked around the room at the eight or ten girls serving drinks. Three-foot headdresses topped their Amazon heights. Buttocks and boobies squeezed and, on occasion, popped from the skimpy, too-tight costumes made of thin material that revealed almost all to the viewer.
He imagined them all nude with huge breasts, wide hips, supple thighs, and a lot of hair. If he closed his eyes and fondled each of the girls, he couldn't tell them apart. They were all from the same mold, size, character, and mentality.
"They're fine," he said at last.
"You don't sound very enthusiastic," Jason said.
"What's the action upstairs tonight?" Norman said, changing the subject.
"Five beautiful, sloe-eyed beauties flown in directly from Taiwan. They are trained, my friend, in all the arts, from French to Greek. There is also a charming couple from Africa who have an act that even you haven't seen before. All flown in by private charter, to return in the morning the same way."
"Chinese?"
"Who knows," Jason replied. "I haven't seen them upside down yet."
"You know, you're getting crude," Norman said. "In fact, we both are."
"What?"
"I mean it. We've gotten so jaded that the intellectual half of the chase and the joy of the capture is gone. We've gotten bored, ergo, we ye gotten crude."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Jason, listen. We put this place together so that we could have playtime out of the ordinary, sex that was perfection... something we couldn't seem to come up with anymore outside a place like this."
"So?"
"So we used it up. The club and the entertainment is getting to be all the same... and I'm bored."
"Hey, speak for yourself. Like last week, those four triple-jointed Amazons from Sweden... and the week before that the high-wire screwers from South America... not to mention new Sylvia's every now and then."
"That's just it," Norman said. "It's all not exactly common place, but it's crude... it doesn't have any class. A circus act to get my nuts off... c'mon."
"What do you want from a poor boy from Queens with only eight million bucks," Jason said.
Norman laughed and started to say something, but Sylvia stepped between them. Her jaw was set in a hard line and her breasts throbbed as they jutted in the skimpy top.
"Mr. Ruttledge..."
"Yes?"
"My old man just told me what really goes on around here."
"Oh dear," Jason said. "Yes?"
"I wanna know if the girls on the third floor make more money... I hear they suck and fuck on the third floor."
"Go on up," Jason sighed. "Ask for Alice. Tell her I said you could work the third floor."
"Jeez... thanks a lot," Sylvia said, "Do I wear the same uniform?"
"Sylvia," Norman chimed in, "on the third floor you don't wear any uniform."
"Jeez," was her only comment as she flounced away.
"What a waste so soon," Jason sighed as his eyes followed her fleshy ass across the room.
"Now do you see what I mean, Jason?" Carroll said. "No class."
Rocky parked the long car in the two no-parking spaces in front of the Ritz Hotel and climbed out. Cradling the fifth of Chivas he had purloined from Norman Carroll's private stock, he bounced up the steps and into the lobby.
"Rocky... how's my man?" quipped the desk clerk.
"Rarin' to go, baby," Rocky replied with a wave and headed for the elevators. "Don't bother to ring. I will announce my own presence to the divine Sadie."
"She's got company."
"What?" Rocky stopped in his tracks, turned and walked to the desk. "Just what kind of company is being entertained by my divine Sadie... I told that broad if I ever caught her turnin' another trick I would personally castrate the John and do tit surgery on her right one."
"No sweat on that score," the clerk replied. "At least, I don't think so. It's another broad."
"Oh yeah?" Rocky said, his eyes lighting up. "Well, then, that could prove to be an educatin' evenin'... two for the price of one bottle. Cheers."
He hit the elevator and thumbed number six.
"Sadie... SADIE," he cried, pounding on the door with one hand and waving the bottle with the other.
"Jesus," she said, throwing the door wide and stepping back for his usual rushing entrance. "You'll wake up the whole hotel."
"Bullshit," he said, grabbing her around her ample hips and pulling her into him, "the winos and creeps in his joint wouldn't wake with dynamite 'til the sun goes down."
He kissed her, mashing his chest against the voluptuous pillows of her tits. His tongue rolled like a darting viper into her mouth as he cupped one of her ass cheeks and roughly pulled her pelvic bone against his hard crotch.
Futilely, she tried to push him away, but she hadn't seen him in three days and the nearness of his muscular, ex-boxer's body and the insistent heat of his probing hand was exciting her before she could stop herself.
Her arms went around his neck and she started fucking his mouth with her tongue.
"Now that's more like it, sweetheart," he said, brushing his eager lips across the twin mounds of her tits where they bulged in white perfection above her low-cut blouse. "Jesus, baby, you got some tits."
"Shhh," she said.
"Shhhh, shit... beautiful tits, woman. You feel that down there?"
"Shhh, I said. Yes, I feel it."
"Well, let's fuck."
"Dammit... cool it, my sister'll hear you."
"What sister?" Rocky said, stepping back from her.
"This sister," came a voice from the living-room doorway. "You must be Rocky... I'm Sheba... Sadie's sister."
"I didn't know you had no sister," Rocky said. "Yet, I got a sister," Sadie said, grabbing the bottle and heading for the kitchen. "I got a mother, too. Ya' never asked, ya' slob."
"All right... all right," Rocky said, "so I'm sorry." He turned and let his eyes roll up and down Sheba. "Hi, Sis."
"Hi... is that booze?"
"Yeah... have a drink," Rocky replied.
"I will," she said, and moved to follow Sadie.
She was a good-looking woman, rough like Sadie, but younger by at least five years and better preserved. Her tits were higher, with more bounce than Sadie's, and bigger nipples where they fought the thin material of her dress. The high, taut cheeks of her ass bounced just a little too freely to be inhibited by anything other than the dress' clinging fabric.
Sadie poured drinks as they sat down.
"Salute," Sheba said, raising her glass and downing the double shot like water.
"Hey," Rocky said, "that's sipping stuff. You don't slug expensive booze like that."
"Who says?"
"My boss... Norman Carroll. It's his booze."
Sheba poured another shot into her glass. "Thank him for me," she said, and tossed it off in the same manner.
Rocky did the same with his, shrugging. He figured he wanted any of his own liquor he'd have to match her drink for drink.
Sadie slid into the kitchenette booth alongside her sister, across from Rocky, and they exchanged small talk while they drank.
"What brings you to the big town?" Rocky asked.
"Work. I gig a burly in a honker that puts out of here for the boondock south of Mason," Sheba said.
"That's nice," Rocky said, his eyes trying to focus, thinking his hearing might be impaired. "Now what's it mean in English?"
"She works as a burlesque dancer in a carney show that travels out of here for the Southern states," Sadie said.
"It's called Hunt's Mammoth Rides and Shows. The girls in my show are called Hunt's Cunts. We leave in the morning."
"Oh," Rocky said, shaking his head and downing another shot.
The girls babbled between them selves as Rocky drank and looked on, hardly listening. The liquor was affecting his brain and the two of them affected his crotch. Both pair of mammoth tits bulged at him over the table. The way they were leaning over, he could practically see all the way to their navels in the dark, unending valley of cleavage between their rising and falling globes.
He had a hard-on.
He was getting nervous and edgy.
He went to the bathroom and came back, twice.
He paced the floor, sat down, and paced again.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Sadie finally asked.
"What's wrong with me," Rocky replied, clenching his teeth.
"Yeah... what's wrong with you?"
"God damnit, I'm horny. That's what's wrong with me." Rocky moved back to the table and stood with his hands on his hips, thrusting his bulging groin toward Sadie's face. "I come up here to get fucked and all I get is a family reunion."
Sadie took a long look at the front of Rocky's pants and turned to her sister. "Sheba... I'm sorry, but [missing text]."
The other woman smiled and shrugged. "Hey, don't mind me, honey. What the hell, a hard man is good to find. Go!" She poured herself another drink.
Rocky grasped Sadie by the wrist and pulled her to the bedroom.
"C'mere," Rocky growled.
He cupped one of her pendulous tits in his hand and used his weight to bend her back over the bed.
"God, you're an animal, Rocky, but I love it."
"Sadie, honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's fuck."
She grabbed his throbbing cock almost violently and ripped his belt open and pulled the zipper on his pants down. They knelt, facing each other, their bodies trembling.
"Let me see it, baby," Rocky moaned.
Sadie pulled the bottom of her dress up to the waist and spread her thighs wide. The mat of curly cunt hair split enough so he could see the moist pink slit of her cunt.
She bent his cock toward her waiting pussy. "Honey," she moaned in joy, spittle forming on the corners of her mouth as she drooled over his long, fat cock, "your cock seems even bigger and harder than before."
"Talk to me, baby," Rocky said, closing his eyes and rolling his head back.
"I want to feel it up inside me, Rocky. I want to suck your cum with my cunt. I wanna feel your sweet juice shoot up me in hot waves."
"Oh shit," he said, his thighs trembling.
He pushed her back to the bed. Her knees fell apart, her thighs opening for his weight to settle between.
She looked over her breasts where they heaved beneath the dress. "Shouldn't we take our clothes off first?"
"Fuck it," he replied.
Her lips were parted as she shut her eyes, seeing nothing but the huge head of his cock clutched in her hands. Then he growled like an animal as she prodded the oozing slit of her cunt with the rubbery head of his cock.
He wanted to lunge, balls-deep, into her soft flesh and feel the milking, sucking tug he knew her cunt was capable of performing on his cock, but her hold was strong as she continued to tease them both.
"Easy... easy, Rocky, baby," she said. "Enjoy it... nice and easy."
Her hot thighs teased his hips as he reached down and pushed his pants to his knees. The head of his cock nestled wetly just inside the syrupy lips of her cunt.
"Now, baby," she said, "but easy. Let me enjoy your cock as it slips in."
Rocky held his lust in check and hunched gently with his hips, slipping the head of his cock into the hole until it held fast. She gasped, released his cock, then placed her hands on his buttocks. With the gentle pressure of her hands she urged him into the silken, steaming folds of her vagina.
He knew what she liked and how she liked it. It would be to his advantage to quiet his throbbing cock in the velvet sheath of her cunt until she gave the word. With superhuman effort, he quelled the bucking, pumping spasms in his haunches and eased his cock slowly on into her.
"Now, Rocky," she said at last. "Fuck me! Pound my pussy, baby! Pour your sweet dick into my belly! Fuck me, Rocky... FUCK ME!"
He drew back his ass and drove solidly forward in a stroke that ripped through her cunt and threatened to enter her belly. She gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock ground home in the deepest depths of her clasping hole.
"You got it, baby," he cooed.
"I know it. Oh shit, do I know it," she said. "Don't stop, honey. Move it faster! Lean it a little up against my clit!"
She threw her thighs around his hips and rocked her cunt upward with grunting, juicy abandon. Her velvet sheath slithered again and again over the probing hardness of his throbbing cock.
Her cunt nibbled and sucked on his cock. She writhed her ass as her arms folded around his neck. Her thighs clasped his driving buttocks like a vise. Her wet mouth nibbled at his neck as her hands flew up and down his back.
"Oh Jesus. You fuck good, honey," she gasped.
"I got somethin' good to fuck," he whispered.
He held her tits while she pounded upward, ramming her cunt over his cock, and torturing her clit closer and closer to coming. At last the creamy juices of her come gushed from her labia to drown his cock and announce her orgasm.
She shuddered beneath him and called him beautiful names as she thrashed through a marvelous come. "Oh come in me, Rocky honey," she cried. "Come inside my pussy and make me all gooey inside!"
His mind was going crazy as he sunk his cock deeply in her fuck hole. He grabbed her hips and began a furious thrusting of his hard meat into the sucking length of her velvet tunnel.
He seared the walls of her pussy as her cunt, in turn, stripped his hammering cock. She screamed in bliss and joy as she came again. The heat of her clasping cunt brought on his first come. His balls spat the hot fluid of his manhood into her cunt, forcing his sticky fluid clear to her womb.
Then he collapsed to her side, hugging her fleshy body and nibbling at her breast.
"Oh shit, baby," he gasped, "I do love fucking you."
"You ain't done, are you, baby?" she said, giggling at the sensation of his sperm running out of her cunt and into the crack of her ass. She grasped his still-hard cock, her fingers quickly becoming smeared with their hot juices.
"Shiiit," he laughed, "you know the first one's always just a preview of what's to come."
She kissed him. "Your cum is burnin' me up inside, Rocky," she cooed, wriggling her body close to him again and clasping her thighs together to enclose the heat inside the furnace of her cunt.
"And I'm burnin' alive in here, too," Sheba said from the doorway.
Sadie and Rocky snapped their heads up at the same time to see the woman standing stark naked, her fingers squeezing the lips of her pussy together between her crossed, grinding thighs.
"Sheba... honey, I'm sorry," Sadie said, starting to sit up.
"Don't be sorry," Rocky said as his eyes scanned the beautiful, naked body in the doorway. Rocky studied Sheba's flowing buttocks and the upward thrust of her heavy, pendulous tits with their ripe, brown nipples.
Sheba provocatively met his gaze and continued to caress her body. Rocky felt his prick begin to harden to its full length.
"Sadie?" Sheba said.
"Hell, honey," Sadie said, gigging, "I never could handle all of him. C'mon in and join the party."
"That's my girl," Rocky said, squeezing Sadie's ass cheeks and letting a finger creep between them to tickle her asshole.
Rocky's cock lay like a log along his thigh as Sheba crouched at the foot of the bed, with her breasts hanging heavily between her arms. As she moved, the two beautiful globes seemed to leap out with a life of their own.
"Sheba," Sadie exclaimed, "you're not going to [missing text]."
"Sure," her sister said, smiling, "two heads always lick better than one. That is... if you don't..."
"Oh no," Sadie laughed, "there's plenty of him to go around."
Before Rocky could object, not that he would have anyway, then both started in on him. Sheba began rubbing her tits aver the soles of her feet while Sadie concentrated on his ear with her tongue.
Slowly but surely Sheba worked her way up his legs, back and forth, with her huge swaying tits. It sent wild sensations along the flesh of his thighs and his testicles started tickling in anticipation.
At the same time Sadie was working her way downward across his chest and belly with a darting tongue and sensuously kissing lips.
They were heading for the supersensitive area of his pulsing, erect cock. He gasped as he anticipated the coming moment when their mouths met at his organ and two pairs of hot lips caressed it.
Sadie's tongue licked his navel as her soft belly pressed against his face. Rocky's tongue trailed over the succulent flesh as he felt Sheba's lips work their way up the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his fevered cock.
"Oh, Jesus... oh my God," Rocky moaned as he felt them reach their destination.
Sadie's lips found the base of his cock and her tongue rolled up and down the shaft, soaking it with her wet saliva. Sheba kissed her way between his spread legs and applied her fiery tongue to his balls and his quivering anus.
"What you waitin' for, honey?" Sadie said, sliding his cock into her mouth.
Rocky responded at once. He placed his hands on her buttocks and pushed her forward until his mouth came in contact with the oozing lips of her pussy. He lashed at the swollen cuntal lips and jammed his tongue between them to enter the heat of her vagina. His long tongue snaked and twisted into the folds of her spasm-rocked pussy as her juices ran down his throat.
"Move up, Sadie," Sheba gasped. "Move up and get on his face. I want to sit on this. I want this meat in my cunt like you had it."
Sadie flipped her body around and sat down over Rocky's face with a splat that sent her clit crushing against his nose and his chin practically up her asshole.
"Suck me, Rocky honey... suck me!"
Sheba placed herself in a squatting position high above his groin, with her cunt directly over the rigid spear of his cock. She parted the lips of her cunt with the heated head, wriggled her ass back and forth a few times, and then plunged downward, driving his prick home in her oozing pussy. The soft curves of her ass settled over the swollen hardness of his cock and she started a smooth rocking, fucking motion with her body.
In front of her, Sadie's pelvis rolled and squirmed on his face in uncontrollable spasms as Rocky's tongue lashed in and out of her seething cauldron.
Sheba's eyes closed in ecstasy as he strained his pelvis upward as far as possible into the hot meat of her cunt. She closed the muscles deep in her pussy, sending wild sensations of delight up and down the plunging shaft of his cock. As she gave his cock a bath in her flesh, she could feel the juicy effects of her fucking spewing hotly from the lips of her cunt to soak his balls and pubic hair.
Sadie groaned as she felt the flow of her come build deep in her belly and start for her clit. Rocky felt it too as he curled and sloshed his tongue in her pussy with ever-increasing depth and speed.
"So am I!" Sheba chimed in, reaching around her sister's squirming body to fondle and squeeze the woman's tits. "Pound your cock up into me, Rocky! Hurt me with the head of it!"
Rocky's cock was pulsing on toward a devastating orgasm as her pussy pounded up and down the shaft. He could feel great gushes of hot liquid searing the base of his cock as Sheba started her come.
Sadie's thighs slapped together over his face. She braced herself for the overpowering onslaught of sensation. A great gasp erupted from her throat and her thighs flew apart, even wider. Rocky burrowed deeper into the gooey folds of her cunt flesh, his tongue and lips vibrating wildly to bring her off.
Then it happened for all of them.
Sadie's cunt discharged its store of love juices over his face, bathing his neck and ears in hot sweetness. Rocky swallowed all she could give and closed his eyes. He listened to the frantic galloping slop of his own pounding pelvis as it smacked upward into Sheba's bare juicy cunt.
The rhythm slowed momentarily. It became erratic and then started again. His time was coming and so was hers. He shoved his cock tight up into her glowing pussy. One long stroke and then another. Then a quick series of deep internal churnings. Then a frantic, last leaping stroke that popped like the crack of a whip and sent his cum rocketing solidly up her cunt.
When Sheba felt his cum cascading into her, she reached her own orgasm. His cock stuck deep in her and she gripped it tightly. At the same time she threw her legs high into the air and began a series of frantic, bicycle-like gyrations that rotated her pelvis in every direction at once.
Rocky screamed at the overwhelming and excruciating pleasure that raced through the head of his cock as she throbbed and cried her way through her come.
She kept up her manipulations until his cock was soft enough to slip from her grasp. Then she rolled over and sighed contentedly.
"Jesus," Rocky shouted, spotting the clock on the bedside table. "Is that clock right?"
"Yeah, why?" came Sadie's muffled voice from the pillow.
"Because it's eleven-thirty... that's why," he replied, jumping from the bed. "I gotta pick my boss up at twelve."
"Oh shit," Sheba cried, "I didn't know it was that late either. I gotta be out at the fairgrounds by one. Can you give me a ride, Rocky?"
"I told ya'... I gotta pick my boss up."
"So what?" Sadie said, raising up to a sitting position. "She just fucked you... the least you can do is..."
"All right... all right," Rocky said, not wanting to provoke an argument. "But you ride with my boss, you might get more than you bargained for, honey."
Sheba smiled. "I didn't bargain for you either, did I?"
Chapter Two
The show served its purpose. Before it was over everyone in the audience was naked and grabbing the closest body or a passing waitress.
The third floor was an ethereal setting of water beds, lounging bodies, and a raised center stage full of cushions.
The show started with the Oriental nymphs doing a fairly routine strip on the center platform. Norman Carroll lounged on one of the beds and sipped a drink as he watched.
The girls were naked now and writhing over each other's bodies on the floor.
"Excuse me, Mr. Carroll?"
He looked up. It was the redhead from downstairs. She was offering him a drink. He looked at her naked body and smiled. She was really a very beautiful girl, and she had obviously gotten right into the swing of the third floor. Her breasts were nicely rounded. Her pussy was shaved so that the lips appeared as a violent pink gash at the base of her belly. Interesting, he thought, it just might be a little different with this one.
"Will there be anything else?" she said, moving her crotch close enough to his face so that he could smell the tangy musk of her cunt.
"Not right this minute," he said, running his tongue over his lower lip. "But, perhaps later."
She moved away as Carroll heard Jason's laugh from the next bed. "I thought you were bored," he said.
"Not necessarily before," Norman replied, "but almost always after. She is attractive, however."
"Attractive, hell," Jason laughed. "She's beautiful, and I'll bet you she could fuck us both into the next county."
Carroll started to reply, but he was interrupted by a gong.
The lights had dimmed and a spot had been trained on the top of a stairway at the end of the room. Into the spot stepped a huge, ebony black woman. She was dressed in a thin gauze negligee with nothing on underneath.
She moved down the stairs with a slow, sensual grace that jiggled her mammoth tits. They swayed back and forth in chocolate-brown loveliness, the rich black nipples dancing against the thin material.
The girl stopped in the center of the room. She shrugged her shoulders and the negligee dropped to the floor, accompanied by audible gasps from the audience. There wasn't a bra made by man that could hold the gigantic wealth of her breasts. They were huge and leaped outward from her body. The areolas were black and shiny, with a satin-like sheen. Her legs were long and tapering, with bulging dancer's thighs that throbbed with each movement of her six-foot frame.
The gong sounded again and into the spotlight behind her stepped a young black man. He was naked, and his body had been covered with oil so that it glistened like reflected darkness. Between his legs, nearly to his knees, hung his cock. It too was shiny black, as thick as a normal man's wrist, and a cockhead the size of a fist.
The girl turned and motioned for him to join her. She stood with her arms at her sides, smiling at him as he walked toward her, his huge cock swaying like a hardening pendulum as he moved.
The situation quickly proved to be a game, much like the games of gladiators during Roman times, instead it was man versus woman, and instead of death as the final result, it was sex.
It was obvious that the woman desired the man in every way, but, because of the rules of the game, she was allowed no frontal attack, such as leaping astride his cock and pushing him back to the pillows to fuck.
Instead, she folded her hands and bowed from the waist in a formal way. As she bowed, she took the head of his gigantic cock in her mouth and sucked with a rapid motion that hollowed her cheeks and sent his shaft in a swelling, throbbing arc.
When he instinctively started to ram his cock home, she whipped her tongue around it teasingly and bobbed back up to face him with smeared lips and a puckered smile.
He leaped toward her and she eluded him, her breasts jiggling and bouncing like two giant melons, enticing as she bobbed and weaved. Again he growled and advanced toward her, his cock throbbing with sexual intensity. Again she easily eluded him, even though she seemed to stay in a tight circle on the stage and made playful swipes at his angry cock.
Time after lime his cock would approach her pussy or a hand would hold a breast only to have her twist away, until the obvious frustration was evident on his face. Semen that dripped hungrily from his cockhead.
Around and around him she leaped, coyly escaping his grasp. Her breasts brushed across his back, the cheeks of her ass hunched back against the shaft of his cock, her hand curled and uncurled around his balls, and her fingers groped and tickled his asshole.
But still she slithered away each time whenever it appeared that the huge cock would find a home.
Suddenly the clanging gong sounded again, and the girl stopped.
She opened her arms and welcomed him into an embrace as a shrill, sexual scream erupted from her throat. He collided hotly with her quivering breasts and her thighs opened to take his prick between them. She squirmed her wet cunt against his thigh as her tongue played passionate games with his. Her nipples hardened against his thumping chest. He got her down on the floor on her back. Still she wiggled against his thigh and her kisses were running wetly up and down his neck and into his ear.
With loud grunts and growls, he rubbed up and down on her full muscular thigh until the juices from her cunt ran, in streams down his leg.
Her vulva gaped open, teasing and inviting the entrance of his long black tool. But when he tried to twist around and move the head of it cock closer to her cunt, she again screamed and locked her legs over his thigh, refusing to release him.
With a blood-curdling scream, he managed to pull free and lunge toward her nest with his cock in both hands. At the very second when he was easing up onto her hips and placing his cock at the entrance to her juicy, heated pussy, she turned to the side and rolled away from him. But not before planting her teeth in his shoulder and bringing a spurt of blood in her wake.
Even though her cunt was dripping the juices of her passion, it was evident that the giant was not allowed to fuck her pussy.
In screaming anger, the blood from his shoulder running down his arm, he shot a hand across her buttocks with a loud thud that sent her flat to the floor. She tried to rise, but he struck her again. Two huge dark welts rose at once on the fleshy sweetness of her ass.
With another growl he grabbed her from behind and pulled her ass back against his cock. She worked her ass in such a way that the soft, supple cheeks surrounded his cockhead.
He was just ready to lunge into her asshole when the gong again sounded.
With the agility of an acrobat, she flipped her body over until she was flat on her back beneath him, with her legs dancing in the air above his back.
She screamed again as her strong thighs enveloped his buttocks.
At last, his cock nudged the wetness of her crotch, and her heels rode on the cheeks of his ass, grinding and encouraging him into the moistness that, only seconds before, she had been protecting from fucking at all costs.
She sighed and writhed, bucking and throwing her cunt toward the end of his cock.
Then it was his turn. He drew his huge prick back from her thirsty pussy, teasing her with the mammoth rubbery tip by running it up and down her oozing slit.
She seemed to be begging him with her eyes, her lips, her breasts, and her pussy. Her body was suddenly trembling and waves of throbbing tension rolled across her skin. She threw her hips upward in a vain attempt to capture his dangling meat.
Again the gong sounded. But this time it didn't stop. It went on and on. The increasing tempo began to resonate throughout the rooms in rolling booms. It made the two bodies on the stage vibrate as they slowly came together. The tempo of the gong increased exactly in rhythm with the ramming friction of his cock slamming and plunging in her tightly squeezing, hot, slick cunt.
The tempo of their fucking and the rattle of the gong was soon surpassed by their screaming, chanting voices as they both neared a climax. They both began an erratic, wild, twisting motion that rolled their bodies around and around on the carpeted floor. A chorus of shrieking native flutes went wild overhead. The room burst with alternate red and blue flashbulbs.
And then, the big black was pumping come into her cunt like a fire hose.
As she answered his climax with her own, the quiet rumble of the gong receded into silence. He had pumped himself dry up her spasming cunt, and he lay between her lush breasts, feeling the galloping of her heart so very near his own.
At the height of his orgasm the pale blue lights had come up on the audience and the girls from Taiwan had emerged from behind the stage. They moved into the audience and around the beds. "Now the fun starts," Jason said, from the adjacent bed, jacking his long cock.
Norman was excited, not wild, but excited. Beside his bed stood a dark-skinned, full-breasted, lithe-hipped, Oriental girl in a low-necked yellow dress that showed off her moon-colored breasts.
As Carroll smiled, she reached into her dress and lifted out one of those luscious globes. She squeezed it, forcing the tiny, sharp, black nipple to point directly toward his eye.
He smiled again and nodded. She produced the other breast, then undulated her body in such a way that the dress slithered to the ground around her ankles. She stood there at the foot of his bed cupping her breasts, clad only in a sheer and frilly pair of black bikini briefs.
She rubbed the black frills of pubic hair hiding hers cunt. She rocked her pelvis suggestively, making a wide O around her waiting cunt with the thumb and forefingers of both hands. Carroll's eyes seemed to be staring into a bottomless void in the center of her fingers. He began to breathe faster, stroking the sluggishly rising length of his cock.
Carroll heard Jason groan. He turned his head to the man in the next bed.
Jason's cock was pounding at full erection. The end was pulsing and oozing in frantic impatience to be buried in the soft slithering flesh of some female.
Carroll pulled down his pants and grasped his cock. It was beyond the point of boredom now. With beautiful pussy so close to him he could always perform. It was after the performance was over that he yearned for more.
He looked back at the ready thighs and breasts of the girl, who, returning his gaze, moved close to the edge of the bed. He could smell the heated musk of her cunt. She stopped at the edge of the bed and put one foot up on it. The sheer cloth stretched tightly over her crotch, and Carroll could see the lips of her swollen, pouting cunt.
Hot waves of musk seared his flaring nostrils. She swung her knee to the side and rocked her pelvis forward. He was not surprised to see that her panties were slit up the center of the crotch and between the two rows of fringe was the bulging bare mound of her cunt.
"You do not look to be ready," said the girl, reaching out and touching the tip of Carroll's cock. "You do not like me?"
"You'll do," Carroll chuckled, "you'll be fine." She stepped up onto the bed with her bare feet and walked carefully over him, stepping over his outstretched thighs to look down at his pulsing cock. He looked up her long full thighs to see her cunt peeking pinkly out from the black panties. The crotch of her panties surrounding the slit was sopping wet with her oozing cuntal juices.
Carroll licked his lips at the inviting sight.
"Should I fuck you or eat you first?"
"I think," she said, "that you need more enticement, my friend. Much more."
She snapped her fingers and barked a command. From somewhere above the bed, she produced two bolos. With unerring accuracy she flipped them upward until they twirled around the curtain rods that ran above the beds.
At once he surmised her intent and smiled his pleasure at her game.
Grasping the bolos in each hand, she rocked forward into a horizontal position, her breasts bobbing within a foot of Carroll's face. His tongue snaked out and stroked her nipple as she bobbed closer. She sighed with pleasure and with a deft kick of her leg caused herself to swing forward, raking her rigid nipple across his forehead before she swung to the horizontal position. Two feet above his face her black crotch swung. She kicked her feet and swung again, this time the arc of her swing brought her knees in line with his face.
By this time the erotic play had hardened Carroll's cock. He was on the verge of leaping up and grabbing her so he could roll her beneath him and ream his now-throbbing cock into her juicy dark slit.
Then he noticed that the bolos were slowing as she swung above his face, lowering her closer and closer to his cock.
Back and forth she went, lower and lower.
Now she missed his cock by no more than six inches as her cunt swooped past. He forced himself to wait for her wet red mouth to descend low enough for her wagging wet tongue to brush across his throbbing rod. At last the tip of her tongue zipped across his cock and sent a chill racing up his spine. His back arched and his hips raised up off the bed for the return swing, and the slick tip of his cock rippled across her left breast just before she caught it fully in her mouth for a quick sucking second.
Carroll felt he had to get his cock into something and had to do it fast. She swung back. This time he arched higher. His cock streaked along her bare belly and down between her thighs only to be caressed at the last instant by her trailing ankles. At the end of the swing she threw her legs wide. As her hips flashed past his face, he saw the oozing pink slit of her cunt in the black-fringe frame of her panties. An instant later, she released her grip on the bolos and came crashing down on his waiting cock.
With the delicious impact of her cunt sloshing up tight around his cock and her pelvis grinding down hard on his, he grabbed her around the shoulders.
She writhed and he felt his cock churning around inside her. He drew back his haunches and slammed up into her again and again. Her hard nipples bit into his chest and the black fringe of her panties mashed firmly into his pubic hair. Fluids ran down the shaft of his cock as he struggled and squirmed to ream deeper up into her tight active vagina. Her arms were clasped tightly around the middle of his back.
She hunched her muscular thighs into him once, and then again, reaming his cock deep into her and bumping it on the mouth of her womb. She screamed in ecstasy and opened her thighs wide.
Slowly but surely, they started slipping off the bed. They hung there upside down with the blood running to their heads. Carroll pushed himself upward six inches toward her feet and then let himself fall back up tight into her cunt with a delightful sucking slap. Again and again he did that lift and drop that pounded her swaying cunt unmercifully.
The way her cunt was beginning to clench and the way she threw her hard nipples into his chest, squirming and twitching her pelvis, Carroll knew that he was driving her over the edge. The thumping jolts in his twitching cock told him that he would soon unload his come up her spasming hole.
"Fuck! Fuuuuck!" he yelled into the swirling air.
He began to come. As he came, she threw her legs around his waist. The movement of her legs flipped them suddenly from a heads-down to a heads-up position.
Just as a load of come squirted deep into her cunt, he moved slickly between her sweaty thighs to land on his back in the center of the bed. He continued to ejaculate as a hot mouth closed down over his cock and sucked up everything. Soft, caressing hands tickled. This writhing orgasming body and wet kisses closed over his navel, nipples and mouth. Carroll spasmed over and over and over, coming and coming until his cock became limp.
Back downstairs in the bar, Norman Carroll felt bored again.
He said as much to Jason and the other four men with him in the booth.
"Well, what the hell do you want?" asked Leroy Harris, a well-to-do socialite.
"I want a challenge," he replied.
"What kind of challenge?" Jason asked.
"I want a woman with class, intelligence, beauty, and erotic ability that..." he paused, thinking. "That I would pay five-thousand dollars to fuck and consider myself lucky that she was willing."
"There is no such woman," said Jed Willis, another millionaire.
"How do you know? Have you ever looked?" Carroll said, rising now to his subject. "Have you ever tried to find the ultimate woman... the Venus that you would gladly pay five-thousand dollars an evening for?"
"If there is such a woman, she wouldn't need the money anyway... so what's the point?" piped up Leslie Thompson, the oldest of the group.
"That's right," said David Sayer, the fifth member.
"Then I would create her," Carroll said, his face beaming with a sudden idea.
"You'd what??" Jason said.
"I'll create her. I'll take a girl who has none of those qualities and I'll give them to her to the extent that each of you would pay five grand for her pleasures."
"Bullshit," said Willis.
"I agree," chimed in David Sayer.
"I don't think so," agreed Leroy Harris. "I'll bet you," said Carroll, his mind racing now. "You'll what?" said the five in unison. "I'll bet you twenty-five thousand against five from each of you that I can take a waif off the streets, turn her into the woman I've described, and put her in a situation that will leave you panting to pay five-thousand for the privilege."
"And what if you could? That means it would cost us ten," Jason said.
"Only if all five of you succumb," Norman said. "If one of you holds out he's five thousand richer and the rest of you get your money back."
"And the girl gets whatever we pay, huh?" said Leslie Thompson.
"That's right... well, what do you say, old sports? Is it a bet?"
They looked at each other, then at Carroll, then down at the table. Jason Ruttledge stood up and slapped the table. "What the hell," he said. "I'm in."
In a matter of seconds the other four agreed and Norman Carroll was heading for the door to find his waif.
"Jesus," Jed whispered, "a twenty-five-grand piece!"
Chapter Three
"Gee, boss, I'm sorry I'm late," Rocky said, holding the door for Norman Carroll. "Where to?"
"No place in particular, Rocky. Just drive around. I've got some thinking to do."
"Damn, that's a piece of luck, boss," Rocky said, grabbing his arm just as he was about to step into the car. "See, I got this little problem. Y'know, my girl friend, Sadie..."
"What about her?"
"Well, I kind of promised... well, do you mind if we drive by the fairgrounds? I told her we could drop her off?"
"Rocky," Carroll said in exasperation, "how many times must I tell you..."
"Screw him, Rocky. I'll take a cab," Sheba said, starting to crawl out the door and around Norman.
"Jesus, babe, it'll cost you thirty bucks clear out there," Rocky said.
"I got twenty... I'll blow the cabbie for the other ten," she replied.
"Wait," Norman said, looking over her frowsy blonde hair and voluptuous figure, barely contained by the out-of-season thin summer dress. "Perhaps we can drive the young lady, Rocky."
"Don't put yourself out, Buster."
"Shut up, Sheba," Rocky said. "I'm sorry, boss."
"That's all right, Rocky," Carroll replied. "She's beautifully crude... and obviously broke. Would you move over, please?"
Carroll slid into the car as Rocky moved around to the driver's seat. When they were underway, Rocky made the introductions. "Sheba Fry, meet my boss, Norman Carroll."
"Pleased to meetcha," she said.
"I'm happy to meet you, Miss Fry. It is Miss, isn't it?"
"Shit, yeah. Who the fuck would marry me?" she replied with a loud guffaw.
"Why are you going to the fair grounds, Miss Fry?"
"Call me Sheba, it's my stage name."
"Oh? Very well... Sheba."
"And tell him in English," Rocky said, from the front seat.
"Fuck off," Sheba said, then turned back to Norman Carroll. "I work for the carny out there. We're movin' out tonight."
"Oh?" he replied, his eyes taking in every aspect of her face, her figure, and her dress.
Almost, he thought, very close, but not quite. She was probably only twenty-five but she looked a hard thirty. The transformation, even for him, would be just a little too much to make.
"What you lookin' at me like that for?"
"Just studying you," he replied.
"Oh... I get it," she said. "Rocky told me about this. Okay." She pulled her dress up until it was rolled around her waist. She wore no panties and the dark thatch of her pubic mound gleamed between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, one of them across the seat, the other lolling on the floorboards, and hunched her ass down into the cushion.
"You wanna fuck it or eat it...? Or do you want me to blow you?"
Norman Carroll burst into laughter.
"What the hell's so funny about my pussy, you bastard. I'm a good lay, ain't I, Rocky?"
"Yeah, boss, she's a hell of a piece of tail."
"Nothing is wrong, my dear," Carroll said, "believe me." Then he was serious again. "Tell me... are there any more young ladies like yourself in this carnival?"
"Hell, yes," she said. "There's at least a dozen girls working for old man Hunt... they call us Hunt's Cunts."
"Marvelous name," he said, grinning. "And what do you do for Mr. Hunt?"
"What's a cunt usually do?"
"I see," he replied.
"Oh... an' I strip in a burly show, besides."
"Where did you say the carnival was going?"
"Down south... first stop's some little burg in Virginia. Why?"
"Rocky," Carroll said, leaning forward.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Head south."
"How far?"
"Virginia."
"Hey," she said from behind him. "You want any action or not?"
He glanced around. She had unbuttoned her dress and freed the heavy globes of her full breasts. He turned away.
"And Rocky?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Close the glass divider, will you please?"
In the rear-view mirror Rocky watched the glass slide up as Sheba's head went down, down into his boss' lap. The farther she bowed her head, the more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.
"Shit," Rocky mumbled, unzipping his fly and releasing the pressure that was hurting his cock as it swelled. "I wonder what it would be like to get so much ass you could turn it down when you didn't feel like it!"
The club was nearly empty. Jason was just preparing to leave when Sylvia entered the office.
He took one look at her and remember that after the first half hour upstairs he had missed her.
"Mr. Ruttledge?"
"Yeah, Sylvia... c'mon in."
"I can only stay a minute. My old man's really pissed. I guess he don't want me workin' the third floor... and since I did, he don't want me workin' here at all."
"Damn... Sylvia, that's too bad," Jason said, and was thinking even more. Shit, now I'll never get a chance to bang that sweet meat.
"You got my check?"
"Huh...? Oh, yeah, here. I hate to see you go, Sylvia... so soon, I mean."
"Yeah... me too." She paused in the doorway. "Uh... could I ask you somethin', Mr. Ruttledge?"
"Sure."
"Well... all the girls were talkin' about the bet that Mr. Carroll has with all of you."
"Yeah?"
"Well, with a little money, I could get away from my old man. I don't know if Mr. Carroll likes me or not, but most men do... if you could put in a good word for me, I'm sure I could win that bet for Mr. Carroll."
Little bells tinkled in Jason's head, light bulbs went off behind his eyelids. He crossed to the door and closed it behind her. "Well, I don't know, Sylvia, you know Mr. Carroll's very particular and I'd really hesitate recommending you to him without..."
"Without really knowing yourself, huh?"
Oh, you're lovely, you're sweet, you're beautiful, he thought, but you're dumb.
"Yes, Sylvia, frankly that's it... would you like a drink?"
"Damn," she said, biting her lip. "My old man's down in the car waiting for me."
"What color's your car?" Jason said, dialing the phone.
"Green... a four door," she said, crossing and sitting in a chair opposite him. "Who you callin'?"
"The dressing rooms," he replied. "Yeah, Jason Ruttledge here... who's down there...? Carrie still there? Put her on..." he paused, letting his eyes travel up Sylvia's thigh where the skirt she wore had hiked itself to the crack of her ass. "Carrie...? Jason. You know that extra hundred you needed tonight...? Yeah, well, you got it... there's a guy parked out in front in a green four-door. Go out and blow him... yeah, cool... later."
"Gee," Sylvia said, "it's great to have money, ain't it."
"Yeah," Jason replied, "it sure is. Now, about this bet with Mr. Carroll..."
Sylvia leaned forward as Jason looked down the front of her blouse to admire the way her breasts hung and swung with every movement.
"Buy me a drink," she said, rubbing the white cloth of her blouse in such a way that the left breast blossomed almost out of its loose white harness. Almost instantly, the nipple began growing and poking against the cloth. Almost instantly, Jason's cock began growing and poking against his pants.
Jason fixed the drinks, crossed around the desk, and handed her a glass. She took his hand and placed it on the flushed loveliness of her left breast. They felt as good as they looked. She pushed against it so that the throbbing nipple thrust against his palm.
"Couch?" Jason said, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Couch," she replied.
They undressed as they moved. She was on her back waiting by the time he reached her.
Sylvia's thighs spread like a neatly plowed furrow in virgin soil, and Jason planted his cock in the squirming socket of her cunt. He sank the shaft straight and clean in one stroke, and she ground her rigid nipples into his chest.
Sylvia rocked back on her firm ass and socked it to him. Her slim flat belly rippled against his sweating abdomen and she made his cock chum in ecstatic circles inside her cunt. Jason drew back and socked it to her circling cunt with such force that her circling switched from clockwise to counter-clockwise and her pelvis began to twitch rhythmically back and forth as it circled.
He slugged two more slick healthy strokes into her cunt and felt her cringing pussy begin to spasm and squirm in an attempt not to come too soon. But his relentless rock-hard cock had taken her talented cunt by surprise, forcing it out of control, and she spasmed, overcome with joyous and uncontrollable orgasm.
He started to pull his cock out of Sylvia's hot pulsing box, but at the first wiggle of his ass, she wrapped her strong thighs around him. He felt the familiar clench of internal cunt muscles clamping down on him. He jostled his cock deep into her squirming crotch, trying to trigger that delightful spasming twitch. Deep into the tightly gripping muscles of her cunt he reamed and reamed again and again. He stopped and started to withdraw. A spasming pulse nippled at the end of his retreating cock and he reamed back in.
She smiled, writhing her ass under him in a calculated, professional way.
Looking down between her breasts to where, her cunt was swallowing his swift shaft, he saw the outer lips cringing and twitching in anticipation of the next thrust. Her belly button sucked in, her cunt writhed, and before he knew it, the hot soft vise of her vagina was back tight against his pelvis oozing its wetness onto his dangling scrotum.
Her inner cuntlips snapped, and she hung there on his cock, squeezing him again in the gobbling folds of her well-schooled snatch. His entire weight was behind the hammering head of his cock, pistoning and piercing for all his woth, trying to find the bottom of this pleasure pit. She shifted her hips and a circling, swallowing sensation ate up the end of his cock.
Before he could stop it, his cock began spewing sperm into that swirling whirlpool of flesh. And down it went, deeper and deeper and deeper into the hot mystery of a tortured orgasm.
"Nice?" she said.
"Nice, Sylvia... real nice," Jason said, crawling off her body and fishing in his pants for his wallet. He drew out two hundred-dollar bills and stuffed them in her purse. "But not five thousand dollars nice."
They drove until just before dawn before getting three adjacent rooms in a motel. Rocky undressed and crawled into his bed, but he found he couldn't sleep. Thoughts of the scene he had witnessed in the back seat kept popping into his mind until his cock stood ram-rod stiff under the covers, like a tent pole.
Sheba had really done a job on Norman Carroll. Rocky had enjoyed the hell out of fucking, but he loved the way she could suck a cock. Her mouth had covered Carroll's big cock, making its full length disappear in her sucking, kneading mouth.
Her flowing hair had been beautiful as it cascaded around Carroll's bare legs, and her creamy-white tits pulsed deliciously as they bounced and swayed while she sucked.
Rocky had lowered the window so he could listen as well as watch.
She had raised her head from his glistening cock and looked up at Carroll. "Jesus. You got a nice, sweet cock," she said.
"I'll bet you say that to everybody," Carroll said, watching his cock rise and throb with the lust that flowed into it.
"What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she asked with mock coyness.
"C'mere," he said, grabbing one of her heavily erect breasts and squeezing it playfully.
She rolled up the side of his body, into the clutch of his arm. He continued to caress her breast with his left hand while he slid his other hand around and under her firm ass.
He got a firm grip on her buttocks, then rolled her over and up onto him as he came onto his back. Her pussy was pressing against his hard cock, pressing it down warmly onto his belly. He snaked a finger into her asshole and gave it a playful poke.
She jumped, a little off cue, but gamely. She dropped a leg on either side of him and squirmed far enough forward to admit his cock into the opening of her pussy.
"That's really what you want, ain't it, big man?" Sheba said.
"That's what I want," he said. "Work on it!"
She reached down between their bodies and took his big cock in her hand and, moving up a bit, slid it into the warm folds of her snatch. She settled back onto Carroll's meat with a soft sigh as his prick worked into the loose folds of her damp pussy.
Carroll flexed the muscles in his groin. The cock slid in another half an inch. She groaned slightly. He flexed again, driving his sturdy joint deeper. The flesh of their two groins was firmly pressed together. He pushed down on her buttocks and forced the cock deeper into her. Her eyes popped open.
"Hot damn, honey," she groaned, "that's a lotta meat for a little girl."
"There's more," Carroll said, caught up in the warmth of her pussy. "Let me on top now."
Still holding her by the ass, he rolled back onto her and started to throw the meat to her. She curled her back up to take more of it, but the first stroke caused her to groan deeply. She locked her strong legs around his and reinforced the rhythm of his steadily quickening slide into her cunt.
Rocky had been able to see Sheba's pretty, sweet face as his boss poured, his cum up her cunt. Beads of sweat had broken out on her brow. Her eyes were half-closed and beginning to roll as she, too, got her come.
Rocky had been pounding his fist up and down on his meat under the coven of his motel bed as his mind conjured up the image of Carroll fucking Sheba. He was almost ready to come himself when he heard Carroll's voice screaming at him from the next room.
The voice was so insistent that he jumped from his bed and ran to the connecting door without even bothering to put on his pants.
When he burst through the door, his eyes popped in disbelief at what he saw. Carroll was on his back on the floor, exhausted. He had obviously just come and he was lying there, waiting for his breath to catch up with him.
On top of him, still humping wildly, was Sheba. "C'mon, honey," she cried. "Don't lose it... keep it up... one more time, man... jes' one more!"
"This woman is something else, Rocky... her recuperative powers are amazing," Carroll said, as he glanced up to see Rocky in the doorway. "Oh, good show, old man... you're ready."
"Yeah," Rocky said.
"Give her a little, will you... I'm beat, truly beat."
"You mean it?" Rocky said.
"Yeah... yeah," Carroll said, tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, honey, second team just came in."
She smiled when she saw Rocky's throbbing hard-on.
"Oh, Sheba baby, I hope you're ready for this," Rocky said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
She wrestled him down beside her. The minute his back hit the bed, she was frantically stuffing his cock into her hungry cunt. She was too frenzied to even realize what she was doing. She almost jammed her anus over his cockhead before she realized her error and slipped her ass backward in time to catch his lunging thrust full tilt up her pussy.
Rocky prodded his stout member into her cunt until he hit bottom and pounded against her cervix. His cock was longer and harder than it had been earlier in the evening. It surprised her at first and then shocked her.
At the first stroke, she doubled over as if she were punched in the stomach, by the second stroke she was breathing again, and after a half dozen, she was beginning to like it. Rocky cradled her tender buttocks and bounced her up and down on his tool like a medicine ball. Whenever he thought she might be looking a little bored, he just brought her down hard on his erect meat.
At these moments, there would be a great inrush of her breath, her eyes would stare out as if they were leaving, and her hands, where they gripped his big wrists, would dig into his flesh. Within a few moments she began to moan as she approached climax. The moaning turned into howling as the moment neared, then it was gone in a whoop and the next one was rocketing down the same path.
Across the room, still watching, Carroll was amazed at her. She seemed to have an inspired ability to come. Her orgasms were coming about two minutes apart as she fucked Rocky off the bed and across the room on the carpet.
Abruptly, the chauffeur rolled her over until she was beneath him and then he really went to work humping it into her. He and Rocky had fucked a lot of women together, but Carroll had never seen the big ex-boxer fuck with such a frantic quality before.
From his vantage point, Carroll was sure the girl would suffer some damage the way Rocky was fucking her with his huge, turgid meat.
Her climaxes were coming one on top of another now and she seemed to be keeping score on Rocky's back with long drags of her fingernails. It became ten long welts to a climax.
At last Rocky's driving ass began its final stroke. His corded, muscular buttocks rose higher and higher until the head of his cock was barely tickling the outer folds of her vulva, and then he lunged forward, as if he were plowing a furrow clear to her belly with his rigid cock.
Beneath him, Sheba groaned in agony and ecstasy as Rocky's blast of semen poured into her belly and she found her final climax at the same time. They rolled away from each other, thoroughly satisfied and drenched in perspiration from the wild fucking they had just received.
"Did you get it, Rocky?" Carroll asked.
"Yeah... yeah, boss," Rocky gasped. "Shit, she's a good fuck."
"Good," Carroll said, "now, get dressed and let's get the hell out of here."
Chapter Four
L.L.D. Hunt, owner and manager of Hunt's Mammoth Shows, was a rotund little man with a weather-beaten, sun-darkened face that could smile like the sun one moment and, if he was crossed, cloud up on whoever crossed him.
On this particular day he had been crossed by his own straw boss, who had hired three locals to help set the show up.
"God damnit, L.L.D., I gotta have 'em if you wanna roll by noon. The rides are worn out, the canvas is shitty, the..."
"All right... all right," said Hunt, "hire 'em, but don't pay 'em."
"Whatta ya' mean, don't pay 'em. L.L.D., if we don't pay these locals, we'll have a damn riot on our hands."
"I know that," Hunt said. "I'll take care of payin' 'em. Send Gin and April over to my trailer."
The other man smiled. "Gotcha, boss."
The two girls bitched about having to work before their day was supposed to start, but they also knew that whatever L.L.D. wanted he usually got, and there was little sense in arguing with him, especially when it came to money, even a lousy hundred dollars.
Hunt watched them walk across the lot and enter the tent where the three men would be working. He smiled, and returned to his desk and his adding machine, satisfied. He would give them about a half hour to work the slobs into sexual turmoil, then he himself would cross the lot, enter the tent in the nick of time, and put the frosting on the cake.
"Farmboy, you're gonna be seein' pussy for a month."
April Day replaced the man's glasses on his face, running them under his nose to give him a whiff of her cunt juices which now formed a film over the lenses. Seconds before, April had been running the glasses in and out of her auburn-trimmed cunt, rubbing them in her red pubic hairs, stimulating herself and driving the three leering rednecks fuck-crazy.
The three had put in five hours' hard work setting up the tent, and they were beat. They had been hired to fill out the roustabouts who worked permanently on the show.
Hunt's Mammoth Shows was actually a grade "D" carney, involving a dozen or so cheap rides and cheaper tent shows.
But the three men struggling to work with the worn-out canvas and warped poles could care less. They just needed enough pocket money for another jug and maybe a quick piece of ass that night.
The three rednecks had been up to their asses in work. Messing with nuts and bolts, half of which were already stripped, raising tent poles, driving stakes and generally doing the shit work, had made them tired, hot and sore.
They consoled themselves by periodically sneaking a drink from the bottles of corn that each one had on him, and by doing a lot of leering in the direction of the dozen or so carney girls passing by.
At one point work had stopped completely. The men had seen two girls in their late teens approaching in cut-off jeans and T-shirts. They started in with the usual, "How would you like a piece of that?" and "Child, my momma never told me about poon-tang. You wanna teach me?"
To their surprise the two girls not only returned their remarks, but they entered the tent and pulled the flap down after them.
"Hell, yes!" said Gin Ming. "Fuck, suck, or ream the rectum, you red-neck motherfucker? I can take it all, in the mouth, cunt, or ass!"
The work stopped.
The men were amazed; this was a carney girl, sure, but damned, she was "fine"! Almost six feet tall, with a young athletic body and legs up to her ass! Her cut-offs were so short that black cunt hairs protruded from it, proving that not only was her ebony hair ebony all over, but also that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her hips and ass were perfect, fleshy but solid and sensuous. Her waist was trim and helped to reinforce the truth about her youth. Her tits were firm, huge and erect; they never got soft and flaccid. Huge brown eyes and a full lush mouth all framed by the soft, wavy raven hair, topped off this young, sexy Amazon.
That was Gin Ming. The girl with her, April Day, was something else. Her body had all the sensuality of Gin's. Her breasts were full, round and luscious. Her ass was smaller than Gin's, but still full and fleshy. Long red hair, a creamy complexion, highlighted with freckles and the most amazing green eyes, made April Day something special. A child you could hold and comfort, and at the same time, an incredibly sensuous and, exciting fuck.
"I fucked your daddy last year!" shouted Gin to the horny trio. "He told me, 'Now you ever see my little boy, you leave him alone!' He's busy playin' with himself and them two other little boys. They was all born with cunts for cocks and they is downright ashamed to pull their pants down in front of the ladies!"
The two smaller men looked at the heavy-set, sweating man in between them. "Damn, Bubba, we gonna live with this shit?"
Gin unzipped her shorts and ran her hand over her shiny black bush. "My finger's goin' up my own damn pussy! Damn, April, I wish there was some real cock around here. Damn, April, hand me that hose."
April giggled, and ran over to the water hook-up, grabbed the length of long black hose, turned the water on full, and rushed back to Gin with it.
"Oh, thank God!" Gin screamed, grabbing the hose and spraying herself with it. Panting and moaning, she drenched the both of them till their T-shirts were soaked and transparent. The wet material clung to their round, pink, and inviting tits. Scarlet nipples stood out, hard and erect.
The girls started massaging their tits, cupping and fondling them, tickling their nipples to rigid hardness. Then their hands started roaming all over their bodies, bringing moans of lust and hunger to their lips.
The red-neck named Huey could stand no more. He threw his sweaty hat to the ground and started for the girls. Big Bubba grabbed his arm.
"Where you goin', boy?" he demanded as Huey fought to get free.
"You dumb sumbitch!" Huey shrilled. "Where the God-damn hell you think I'm goin'? I'm gonna fuck that sweet thing's ass off!"
Bubba screamed back, "Not till I have her head! She'll fuck nobody till I have her young fuckin' mouth!"
The third man, Hank, just stared and muttered over and over, "They're just kids... Judas fuckin' priest... I want that young cunt... Judas fuckin' priest."
None of the three seemed to wonder why this scene wasn't attracting a crowd. Those gorgeous young cunts writhing and playing with themselves were more than enough for their simple minds.
"God, I need more," moaned Gin, who by this time had her shorts halfway to her knees. Beads of sweat gleaming from her pussy hairs made it more inviting and stimulating.
"I'll fuck you with my middle finger," groaned April, pulling her hand from her own cunt. "I'll use my tongue in your pussy and up your asshole."
The two embraced, pulling their soaking T-shirts up over their heads, using their tongues on each other's breasts. Embracing, writhing with exaggerated lip-sucking motions, constantly bringing their tongues into play, the two girls worked their way down to the ground.
"Shall I suck you?" asked April.
"Yes, suck me, lover! Use your tongue in my cunt... lick me dry!"
April began to work on the other girl's body with a frenzy, sucking, kissing, licking her way down Gin's lithe body.
"Hurry, baby," Gin urged. "God I need it... get my clit in your teeth and suck it... God, give me your tongue up my sweet cunt... J'll suck you too... I need it in my cunt... I need your tongue in my cunt... please, baby, hurry."
April's tongue found the gooey sweetness of her muff, and licked her soft, lush cunt hair, sucking the juices that poured forth from Gin's delicious pink slit. The fire in her own pussy was raging for fulfillment, and she quickly swung her hips around so that Gin could bury her face in her cunt also. The two girls sucked and bit at each other's magic knobs from which all the intense pleasure originated.
At this point Bubba and Huey, their cocks and tempers about to explode, stopped struggling with each other. They stood in a horny trance as the two young girls loved and ate each other.
April's ass was facing the men. They could see her tight round buns quivering as she spread and closed her legs over Gin's head. Between her legs, they could see Gin's head bobbing and sliding into April's scarlet cunt, her tongue and lips never stopped licking, sucking and probing. Beyond April's curves and red hair, they could see Gin's hips rolling and quivering toward April's eager lips and tongue.
Hank was as turned on as the other two men. But damn, he thought. These two sweet things are fuckin' each other out in the open, Huey and Bubba are about to pounce on their young gashes, and nobody in this carnival seems to give a damn!
April's body was beginning to tremble towards a violent climax. She added her own rasping sound to the sucking, slurping noises made by Gin.
The men were grinding their teeth, shaking their heads and muttering as they clenched their jaws and fought to control their bodies. Their breathing became as ragged and convulsive as April's as she reached a peak and, in her pleasure, jammed her face into Gin's crotch and moaned until her body at last went slack.
April's appetite was satisfied for the time being, and she was content to murmur happily and kiss and caress Gin's cunt gently and gratefully.
Gin was not finished.
"April, baby, I know you just came, but I gotta get off myself and I need more fuckin'. Stick your tongue in my cunt and a finger up my ass!"
April did as she was told.
"More, more!" begged Gin. "I need it up my tight ass! More fingers! Stick them up my asshole!" Gin was on the threshold of a delicious come and the men added their encouragement.
"Cornhole that sweet young thing!"
"Up her sweet young bung!"
"Fuck her, you bitch, or I'll be in your gash!"
"Damn it, lover, I need a lot of fucking," hissed Gin.
She got up, her tits swaying and jiggling. She waggled her hips as she frantically rubbed her swollen pussy lips.
Suddenly she grabbed the black hose. In a second she had the end of it up her cunt.
Water came splashing out from the walls of her cunt. She jammed it back and forth, switching quickly to her mouth, and then back to her gorgeous pink vaginal hole.
"Howdya like to be a hose, boys? Howdya like to have it up my juicy slit? My cunt could suck you up, cock, balls and all!"
She humped her cunt at them. Water sprayed all over the men as she continued her assault on their "manhood".
"You mother-fuckers can't get it up. You aren't big enough to get in my mouth, let alone in my cunt. And I want to be fucked in my ass!"
She tried to get the hose up her asshole. "Up my ass! These farmers don't know how! Fuck me, hose! Shove it up my ass! Something black is up my ass, farmboys! Something long, black and hard is ramming into my guts!"
She managed to spread the anal ring enough to get it in a couple of inches at one point. It came out with an explosion, along with a stream of water that continued for several seconds.
"See that, you mother-fuckers! Something long, hard and black got into me and fucked me. I loved it. I loved it fucking me! Did you see it come? Did you see the long, hard, black thing come? Don't you wish you could get it up? Don't you want to fuck me?" Gin now jammed the hose up April's twat and then her own. The two girls directed themselves to the men.
"You got no cock, do you, stud?"
"I love cock, in my ass, in my mouth... where, oh where can I find some?"
"I could suck up a cock in my ass. I can suck it into my asshole and hold it there till a man screams."
"I love it when that hose cock came in my ass!"
"I love cock! My teeth and lips love cock. I can take it all the way down into my hot soft throat."
"I suck it up. I love come! I want more in my mouth and my throat. I can wrap my tongue around a big cock. I can suck every drop of its come!"
"Butt-fuck me! Come in my ass, come in my throat! Give me your come!"
Bubba sprang forward, ripping at the brass buttons on his crotch. Huey made a low moan and lunged at April. Hank was in the midst of a violent orgasm and could only gab his fiery cock in time to spill semen on the floor of the tent.
Bubba was having a struggle between his overalls and a cock that wanted to go no direction but straight up. He grabbed Gin, pinned her down, ripped at his own clothes with one hand, and with the other grabbed at her tits and soaking pussy.
Huey was like a robot. He approached April with his arms straight out in front of him like a sex-starved zombie. April was taunting him with a sexy little dance. Her lithe body was undulating, mocking and drawing him to her.
The smile never left her face as she constantly whispered, "Come and get it, farmboy. I want your prick! Show me your cock so I can hold it and suck it off. You can slip it up my slit and pink little asshole. I'll suck your balls till you scream."
Huey, like some drooling sleepwalker, grabbed her long red hair and pushed her down toward his trembling, swollen joint.
As April went down on Huey, Bubba was lying on top of a laughing Gin, trying to make her prove his manhood.
"Grab it... stick it up your cunt!"
Gin spat in his face, laughed some more, and spread her legs wider. She started dry-humping him and taunting him at the same time.
"You're gonna come on my belly, little boy! Can't get it in? Can't get it up? You're a little boy... your daddy would have fucked me three times by now!"
He tried to move down to get into a ramming position, but she moved with him. She wasn't going to let him in, but she wasn't going to let him give up either. Her slick cunt lips rubbed against his prick and the soft wet pussy hair caressed and stimulated his cock like so many velvet tongues.
"Jesus, mutherfuckin' Christ, I want to be in that hot wet pussy, you prick-teasin' little whore," he screamed.
"Try harder, little boy," she cooed.
On her way down Huey's body, April had opened his fly. She gently caressed his iron-hard cock. With her thumb rubbing circles around the bloated cock head and her fingers alternately gripping and sliding along the sensitive shaft, April started driving him crazy.
"Don't you come now, farmboy. I want that cock in my soft, warm mouth. I'll suck it and rub your balls till you come down my throat. I want that warm salty come in my mouth. I want to suck and lick you crazy! So, you don't let your pretty, hard cock go off before I get my mouth around it, you hear?"
Neither Huey nor Bubba could hear much of anything at that point. Both were trying to hold off an explosive orgasm until they got their ultimate satisfaction: Bubba in Gin's hot, creamy cunt, and Huey in April's strong, full, inviting young mouth.
"I'm gonna do it now!" sighed April. "Mouth and tongue on your tasty dick. All the way." And she began pumping on Huey's cock. "Remember, Huey... in my mouth! Not before! Fuck my face! I want it in all the way!"
April held his cock up to her mouth. She playfully touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Her emerald-green eyes glanced up quickly and saw the crazed, desperate expression in Huey's eyes. He needed her now more than any woman, more than anything in the world. And more than her auburn-covered cunt, or her puckered pink asshole, he needed, had to have, her hot mouth and ruby lips.
April continued stimulating his raging cock with one hand, making a tight fist and pounding back and forth, back and forth on the bone-hard shaft. With her other hand she squeezed and played with his swollen testicles which, by this time, were as ready as his cock to explode.
"Now, baby?" April said, smiling her best little-girl smile. "Just a little longer, huh?"
"Oh shit," he groaned.
"Don't you came, you son-of-a-bitch! Don't you come 'til I get it in my throat, or I'll squeeze your fuckin' balls off!"
"Hurry... fer chrissakes, hurry, will 'ya'," he croaked, kneading April's head.
Opening her mouth wide, she extended her long tongue and laid the man's seeping cockhead on the length of it. Then she drove him closer to the brink of insanity by drawing back and forth, keeping his cock away from her lips.
He was crying out in need. She had his cock practically in the center of her mouth, but she wouldn't clamp down and suck.
"What you doin', cunt? You're killin' me... killin' me!" he shouted, staring in disbelief at his barely submerged cock. In desperation, he tried to force her lips and jaw together.
Huey had just succeeded in getting April's hot mouth closed over his cock, was just beginning to feel her warm cheeks and tender tongue come into play when something struck him across the back and sent him sprawling across the floor of the tent.
Having succeeded in getting his cock, at last, in Gin's slick, gooey cunt, Bubba found her still shouting at him, challenging his manhood.
"Don't play with me, damnit!" shouted the dark-haired young Amazon. "Don't tease my pussy like that! Give me some of your cock! Quit playin' around the edges and pour it to me, you fucker! Stick it all the way in!"
Bubba just shook his head in awe and wonder. He had his cock all the way in her. He was giving her everything he had and more, with the fat root of his stalk squeezing between the hairy lips of her vulva and the rubbery head hammering against the wall of her belly.
"You got it, you bitch. You know you got it!"
"Yes... I know I got it," she said, laughing up at his red face. "But I want more."
He cursed and began a series of pounding, driving thrusts that threatened to bury not only his throbbing cock but his pulsating balls in her pussy.
He felt he was finally starting to get some action out of her ass as she grunted and started humping him back, when a swagger stick thumped across his ass and a foot caught him hard in the ribs, sending him rolling in pain off her body.
"Shit, L.L.D.," Gin said, laughing, "you coulda' waited 'til I came at least once."
"You'll get yer chance to come, little darlin'," said L.L.D. Hunt, stepping over her and moving between the bodies.
Bubba looked up over the red vest covering Hunt's protruding belly to the red flush of anger on the man's face. He started to rise to his feet, only to be struck down again with a resounding whack from the man's swagger stick.
"What the fuck..." Bubba cried, wiping the blood from his nose.
"What's the meaning of this?" Hunt shouted, outrage on his florid face and in his voice. "You men come here to work or to fuck!"
"We was tryin' to work," Huey said.
"Yeah," Bubba agreed. "We was, when tern two cunts come in here an' started teasin' us... they wanted to fuck so we figured what the hell."
"That's a lotta bullshit," Hunt said. "My two sweet little virgin gals."
"Virgin, my ass!" Bubba said.
Hunt cracked him across the mouth with the swagger slick. "Like I said, comin' in here an' rapin' my two little pearls of innocence like this... why, I ought to have the three of you hamstrung and castrated right here and now."
"I didn't do no fuckin'," Hank cried in a whining voice. "I come too damn soon... that's me over there on the ground... see? That's some honest shit, honest!"
"Shut up!" Hunt said.
"Yes sir," Hank replied, his legs trembling beneath him to the point where he could hardly stand.
Hunt looked the three of them over, eyeball to eyeball, and then let his face work itself into the semblance of a grin. He took the stubby cigar from his mouth, raised the brim of his well-worn Stetson and looked in the direction of Gin Ming and April Day, where they lay spread-eagled and giggling on the ground, their naked bodies almost shaking in mirth.
"You like the young pussy, do you, gentlemen? I mean, does all that sweet, tender titties and ass do somethin' for ya'...? Turn yer bowels into an uproar and make yer blood boil up so all ya' wanna do is fuck, an' fuck, an' fuck?"
"You bet yer sweet ass," Huey said, leaping for April's crotch.
He was almost between her legs when Hunt tripped him and he landed, face down, in the puddle created by the still running hose.
"Steady, boy, steady," Hunt said, placing his heel on the back of Huey's neck and pushing his face down into the oozing mud. "Around here a man's got to pay a little if he's gonna play a little."
Bubba, not quite as stupid as he appeared, started to get the drift of the old man's meaning. His first thought was anger and humiliation, but it was quickly quelled by the pain of lust in his still-erect cock caused by the blazing beauty of the two young cunts spread on the ground.
"I think I'm beginning to get the drift," Bubba said. "What's on yer mind, Hunt?"
"Weellll, now let me see," Hunt said, puffing serenely on the stubby, well-chewed cigar, his face beaming at the prospect of what he was about to do... screw somebody out of something, anything. "I was just wondering while I was walkin' over here... how much do I owe you boys for this little bit of work you done here today?"
"Fifteen an hour for the three... since four," Bubba said, figuring as quickly as he could on his fingers, "plus a hundred for the truck... that's..."
"Four hundred dollars, give or take," Hunt said, "figuring you been fuckin' away a half hour of my time already."
"All right," Bubba said. "So?"
"So... if you'd like to continue with your little party with my girls here, we'll just call it square."
"Fuck you," said Bubba, "this cunt ain't worth over twenty dollars."
"That's an insult," said Hunt, "and insults make me very angry. If you insult them again, I shall call Carlos and he will teach you somethin' you'll never forget, and probably never recover from."
"Bubba," Huey whispered. "I really want a blow job from this young chick. Shit, we ain't got nothin' in town to touch stuff like this."
Bubba furrowed his forehead in thought. His eyes roamed over the long, exquisite body of the raven-haired Amazon, Gin Ming. He thought of his pole dipping in the oozing, slick gash of her cunt. Damn, it had been good, so good that his mind had practically blotted out every pussy he had ever had before.
"Well, last chance, boys," Hunt said. "What'll it be...? Money or meat?"
April had crawled over by Bubba on one side, while Gin slithered up and placed her head in his lap from the other side. The auburn-haired young pussy rubbed her healthy breasts back and forth over Bubba's bare arm, the nipples leaving hot little trails of lusting flame on his skin.
In his lap, Gin's flashing dark eyes laughed up at him while her serpent like tongue darting out from her red lips to curl around the hard knob of his quivering cock. Now and then the tip of her tongue would find the tiny eye in the rubbery head and spread it, causing his cock to throb even harder.
April breathed heavily in his ear. "Look at her cunt, Bubba. Isn't it beautiful? Wouldn't you like to put your meat back inside her warm cunt and fuck her brains out? Wouldn't you like that, Bubba?"
"Jesus, Bubba," Huey said, pounding his hard cock with his fist. "Make up our mind, I'm goin' nuts."
"I'm thinkin'," Bubba croaked, his voice thick with desire.
April continued. "If you got enough come, Bubba, you can finish it off up her asshole. Gin's got a sweet asshole... It's hot and pink and ready. Wouldn't you like to ream out her belly through her asshole, Bubba? And I wanna suck Huey's cock all the way down my throat. I wanna swallow all his cock and then his hot come when his balls explode in my mouth. Whatta ya' say, Bubba... let's fuck and suck."
"Jesus, Bubba," Huey cried.
"God damnit," Bubba said, his body shaking.
"Sheeeiiit," Gin said, jumping to her feet and thrusting her dark, soaking mound in front of Bubba's eyes. "You ain't got enough cock for this pussy anyway, mother-fucker. April gives better tongue than you do cock. C'mon, April honey, let's go suck and rub each other off... anything's better than waitin' for these pussies."
April sprang to her feet. "Yeah," she cried, spreading her pink vulva wide in front of Bubba's eyes. "Better yet, let's go find Carlos. He's a real man. He may only be three feet tall but he's got eleven inches of cock and he knows how to use it."
"Well, boys," Hunt chimed in as he watched the men squirm. "Money or meat?"
"Meat!" Bubba shouted. "And it's gotta be these two."
"Done, gents," Hunt cried. "But not here. Down in the Follies tent. It's more private and there's work to be done in here yet. Girls, run on down and tell Carlos to set up the stage. The boys'll be along."
The girls retrieved their bits of discarded clothing and headed for the exit.
"See you at the Follies, hayseeds," April trilled.
Chapter Five
Hardly anyone paid attention to the two naked girls running down the midway and through the false front emblazoned with the sign: HUNT'S BROADWAY FOLLIES.
The girls, in turn, paid no attention to the long black car that had pulled across the midway and was parked by the side of the Follies tent.
"What was that?" Norman Carroll asked, turning to Sheba beside him in the back seat.
"That was Gin Ming and April Day," Sheba replied, putting lipstick on. "They're come-one girls for the Follies. You know, they're the youngest and the prettiest, so they stand out on the belly ramp and get the yokels inside for the show. But since this is set-up day and they were bare-assed, I imagine L.L.D.'s got 'em turnin' a trick to pay off some hayseeds. Wait a couple minutes and you'll see... yep, there they go."
Norman turned around just in time to see three wild-eyed men in coveralls run into the same door where the three girls had disappeared. "I don't understand," said Carroll.
"It's fairly easy to dig," Sheba said, lounging back in the seat and lighting a cigarette.
As jaded as both Carroll and Rocky were, the story Sheba relayed to them alternately shocked them, amazed them, and brought tears of laughter to their eyes.
L.L.D. Hunt was a tight-fisted bastard who still had the first buck he had ever stolen. When his run-down carnival had gone on bad times, he had come up with a plan to boost business and hike up profits.
Hunt was so tight, Sheba explained, that he wouldn't hire outside help if he had to pay for it. So the three men they had just seen entering the Follies tent were about to be paid in trade.
This sewed a double purpose for Hunt. The girls would get the men turned on and insult their manhood at the same time. It usually worked out that the men would get laid instead of paid, and they would also talk up their good time with the rest of the men in the town. Then they would all come to the show, expecting the same action.
"Then all he's got here," Carroll said, "is a traveling whore house."
"Not exactly," Sheba said.
What exactly did happen was that the wives, girlfriends, and kiddies would spend their time on the rides and in the outdoor cafes, while the husbands, boyfriends, and single men were drawn to the Broadway Follies, by Hunt's bally-hoo and the beautiful, lovely, barely clad bodies of Gin and April.
It cost the men five dollars to get inside to see the show, which usually consisted of an old burlesque bit, a drunk terror, and the highlight of again seeing Gin and April do a dance that was the closest thing to eroticism in the show.
While the two girls did their thing, Carlos, the dwarf, passed through the crowd as a candy butcher, picking out the most slobbering guys and letting them know that for an additional fifty bucks there were back rooms behind the stage where there were a lot of added attractions.
"So it is, a whore house!" Rocky said.
"Kind of half and half... ya' see," Sheba continued. "Once a guy pays his money, he's placed in a room with one of the girls. But all he ever gets for his fifty bucks is a fast hand job. Bing, bang, in and out in five minutes."
Sheba explained that if the man bitched, he had Carlos and his rubber hose to contend with. If he still bitched, he was warned that either Gin or April would testify that he was with them. And both of them were underage. The poor rube would be so confused that rather than risk anything that hairy, he would just shut up and move on.
"That ain't nothin' but white slavery," Rocky said.
"Oh, no," Sheba quickly answered. "All the girls get paid damn well. Hunt puts it away for us until the end of the season. And every season we say it'll be the last, but it never works out that way, and he knows it. Like me... five months ago I was loaded. Now I'm broke and back here again."
"I don't understand," Carroll said.
"Easy. Hunt is very strict during the season. I mean, you might jack ten or twenty guys off a day, but that's it. Hunt's a tyrant about... no hanky-panky with anybody during the season. Believe me... you see all that cock all day long every day an' you don't get any... well, you get horny."
"You mean, you go eight or nine months without getting fucked?" Rocky said.
"That's right," Sheba replied, "except for Carlos the dwarf. That's the other reason L.L.D. keeps him around. To keep the girls happy."
"You mean... one man, twelve women?" Carroll said.
"Carlos can handle it. Shit, Carlos might be a dwarf, but only part of his body is undersize. Believe me, he can handle it. But even Carlos can get a little old, ya' know. The girls... well, they like a little variety. So, when the season's over we all cut loose, spend all our money on raisin' hell and first thing you know... here we axe, back again."
"And those two?" Rocky said.
"Gin and April. Well, they're kind of special. They stay all the time with L.L.D.. I mean, they live with him. Don't get me wrong, there's nothin goin' on between them and Hunt. He don't do nothin' with nobody. I think he's... a..."
"Eunuch...?" Carroll offered.
"Is that a guy without any..."
"Yes."
"Yes... that's L.L.D.. Anyway, those two really love it. It's all games to them. Rumor has it that they're half sisters... same mother, different fathers. Their mother was a hooker, I think. I guess she overdosed somewhere along the line and the girls took off. Hunt found them, took them in and, bingo, here they are. Personally, I think they're a little crazy. You should see 'em operate. It's wild!"
"I'd like to," Carroll said, his eyes narrowing in thought.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," said Carroll.
"Well, it's probably already started in there. I know that behind the trailer there's a room L.L.D. uses with a one-way glass."
"Let's go," Carroll said.
"I don't," Sheba replied, biting her lip. "If L.L.D. caught us... I mean, none of the girls are supposed to go in there alone."
"You won't be alone," said Rocky. "You'll be with us."
"I mean, without him. You don't know him."
"You let me worry about L.L.D. Hunt," Carroll said, pulling her from the car. "Lead the way."
"Here's your pussy, honey, come lick it," cooed Gin as the three men stumbled into the tent.
They floated down the aisle, mesmerized by the two beautiful, naked bodies writhing and undulating on the stage in the swirling colored lights.
Music came from a cheap P.A. system run from the back of the tent by Carlos, who was also there to make sure nothing got out of hand.
The girls had put some kind of oil on their bodies so they glistened provocatively in the lights as they moved. With their heads thrown back, eyes glazed, and their huge round tits bouncing and swaying, they looked like a pair of pagan sex Goddesses to the three men.
The men wasted no time in their trek toward the stage, discarding their clothes en route.
In each of their minds was one thought: This was four-hundred-dollar pussy, and they were going to enjoy it, enjoy every penny of it.
"Oh shit, I need some cock," said Gin.
"My tits hurt from not being sucked enough," April cried, "and I got an empty belly that's screamin' to be filled up with come."
The two girls had rubber dildoes stuck up their cunts as they writhed and danced their way to the edge of the stage. Gin and April were masters at getting a man up and off before he even realized that he had come. This was their plan now. They couldn't imagine any one of the three jerks, Bubba, Huey or Hank, giving them any satisfaction, so the best way to handle the whole thing was to get their nuts off fast, then ridicule them when they couldn't get it up again right away, and then get rid of them.
L.L.D. Hunt had taught his lovelies well. "You want my hot, wet pussy now?" Gin asked, as she thrust her crotch and thighs at Bubba's face. Bubba jammed his face in her cunt and reached around and squeezed her firm lush ass-cheeks.
"You want my mouth or my ass, hayseed?" April stared at Huey from between her own legs, her body doubled over and her ass and wet hairy cunt undulating inches from his face.
Huey jumped up on stage and pulled April down on all fours, her ass gaping wide, pointing at Hank's face.
"Mouth... mouth... suck me...! Rip out my cock with your sucking!" Huey cried.
"Well, sport, that leaves the best part for you," April said, turning to Hank and shaking her hips and thighs.
Hank dropped to his knees behind her and immediately jammed his face into the crack of her ass. His nose pounded her anus as his tongue darted up her cuntal channel. "Ass... cunt... ass cunt," Hank chanted as he tried to devour all of her at once.
"That's it, mother-fucker!" April said. "You found my fuck holes... now plug 'em up!"
Huey grabbed her by the hair and ears and pulled her head down into his lap. She barely had time to part her lips before he sent his fuck pole plunging into her throat.
She gagged. It only served to spur Huey on to pour his meat into her head.
"Four-hundred-dollar piece, baby," he cried. "So suck... suck my cock... lick it like a popsicle, and drink my juice, you cunt."
There was no teasing this time. April swallowed all of his cock and sucked.
Huey, on his knees in front of her, grabbed her wealth of red hair. He jerked her head down as he lunged like a wild man, sending his rod again and again into her throat and making his sperm-bloated balls bounce off her bobbing chin.
Huey was sweating, shouting, and screaming. He suddenly had the whole world in his hands and his whole cock in her head.
April was sucking, swirling, grabbing the cock cruelly in her teeth and shaking it around from side to side. She forced it down her throat, the long hard shaft meeting ridges and warm soft tissue on the way down. Her lips were at the man's root, and she bit and stroked the base of his cock. She jerked spasmodically with his shaft, and then began the long fluid motions that ran his cock full length in and out of her mouth. Pausing to lick the rubbery head, she felt the first signs of come heating up his balls.
Hank was massaging the creamy buns in front of him. He pulled his cock up and began running its tip around her anus. Then he began running it full length, like a windshield wiper, across her flexing ass-cheeks. April was encouraging him -- trying to hold his prick fast by clenching the sweet cheeks of her ass together.
Huey was bucking back and forth, fucking April's mouth as she managed to keep up her fantastic suction on his hard, slippery cock.
"Oh Jesus, suck some more! I want to fuck your head for hours! Take it... suck it... suck my cock."
April could take in all in her mouth and she loved every inch of it. She was even more turned on in anticipation of what was happening or going to happen to her asshole.
Gin, meanwhile, had managed to wrap her legs around Bubba's neck and had become airborne. Pressing his face into her hot snatch, she began to ride around the stage, his tongue, teeth, and lips making the ride thrilling as he chewed and sucked and licked her cunt.
Fluids were flowing from April's snatch down her legs. Her entire crack, ass, cunt and all, was soaked, wanting Hank's cock as bad as Huey wanted April's mouth.
"Stick it up my ass, you simple shit," April demanded as she jerked on Huey's wet cock.
Finally, Hank responded. He placed his prickhead against the wet, pulsating asshole. He got it partway in, and stopped. It was too tight.
"Grease it with my cunt juice and shove it up my ass!" April screamed.
He slipped his cock into her cunt until it was slick enough to do the job.
He stuck his wet prick once more into the tight little asshole. This time he went all the way in. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them so he could penetrate even farther. He bucked back and forth as April swiveled and shook.
The orgasm wasn't long in coming. April's tight, pulsating asshole created a sensation that left him no choice. He jerked in and out as fast as he could, knowing it was almost over. With a tremendous thrust, he jammed the root of his prick flat against her ass and let loose a tremendous stream of come.
The violent climax in her ass led April to become even more violent in her sucking actions. Huey stiffened, jerked spasmodically, and spurted his load down her eager throat.
"Oh God, baby... nothing feels like this!" Huey gasped. "Suck it all down! Suck me more, more!"
April's throat received the come willingly, and she continued her sucking until his wad was shot. She then gently licked off his still-trembling cock.
Gin had reached an orgasm riding on Bubba's shoulders, her crotch rubbing and matching the frantic action of his tongue. He had gotten her clit in his teeth and sucked and chewed until she came.
The spasm she felt made her bend at the waist and the two of them hit the floor.
Gin gripped Bubba's head, driving his face into her cunt. "Suck it, hayseed, swallow my juice! Suck all the juice out of my pussy!"
Her come had been the most exciting thing Bubba had ever experienced. The hot juices had virtually shot from her seething snatch into his mouth. And her load hadn't been small. He was forced to gurgle and swallow as fast as he could so he wouldn't lose out the corners of his mouth.
He finally removed his head from between her legs and bent her double beneath him. He crushed her huge tits with her knees and looked down to see her grasping his cock in her hands and guiding it to her cunt.
Suddenly, it was more than his cock and balls could stand.
The sight of her beautiful pink cunt spread wide, lusting, begging, searching for his cock, plus the sweet juices from her pussy still running down his hungry throat, was more than his lust-inflamed brain could stand.
His cock started spurting before the head had entered the sweet, sticky lips of her pussy. His hot, white cum leaped from the head of his cock to shoot all over her inner thighs, across her belly, and even as far as her jiggling, heaving breasts.
"Oh no... Jesus, no," he cried, tears forming in his eyes. "Oh, fuck, noooo!"
"You dumb shit," Gin cried. "You fuckin' asshole! Couldn't ya' even wait 'til the son-of-a-bitch was in my fuckin' cunt before ya' wasted it all."
Gin dropped her leg, and sat up. She took all of his rapidly-deflating cock into her mouth and started sucking furiously to get it back up. She squeezed his balls and jerked his limber shaft while she sucked.
On and on she went, sucking his cock. At last she lifted her head and looked into his downcast eyes.
"You dumb fuck!" she screamed at him. "Get it up! I want fuck! Get it hard!"
"It'll just take a little while," he begged. "Just a little while."
"Little while, shit," Gin said. "I want it now! I want some cock!" She rolled back and thrust her kicking legs in the air. "Fuck me... COCK ME!"
Violently, he tried to stuff his limp prick in her wildly churning pussy. It was useless, and eventually he rolled to her side, exhausted.
On the other side of the stage, April had encountered the same problem with Huey and Hank.
"Shit, Gin!" she cried, jumping to her feet and releasing the two cocks she held. "These assholes don't have any action in their balls. One shot and they're fuckin' through."
"Christ, yes," Gin agreed, and shouted to the rear of the tent. "Hey, Carlos, get these mother-fucken dressed and kick their asses outta here!"
"Then come back up here and fuck us, Carlos," April added. "After all this pissing around I feel like a good cock for a change."
Norman Carroll, Rocky, and Sheba had been watching the whole thing through the one-way glass from Hunt's private room.
Carroll had loved it. In all his years of chasing pussy he had never encountered anything like this, or two such young pussies like Gin Ming and April Day.
The more he watched them fuck, suck, and ridicule the three men, the more he entertained the thought of using, not one, but two girls in his little venture.
During the show, about the middle, to be exact, all three of them had gotten hot all over again. The two men's cocks bulged like tent poles, and Sheba's pussy was gushing juices until they soaked her panties and ran down the inside of her thighs.
To ease the pressure on their cocks, Rocky and Carroll had taken them out and let them bob in front of their groins as they watched the fuck show below them.
Carroll was intent on the scene below, but he couldn't help noticing the action that was starting right in the room beside him.
Rocky was groaning as he thrust his hand up under Sheba's dress and found her smooth vulva. He pressed it and rubbed it with his fingers.
She was getting excited.
Her hand closed over Carroll's cock. As she yanked it to and fro, Norman lit a cigarette. He didn't want to fuck, he wanted to watch.
But Rocky didn't have the same interests. He dropped to his knees in front of Sheba and burrowed his head up under her skirt. He buried his face between her thighs. Ravishingly he licked up and down her slit and then poured his tongue into her labia. He kissed and sucked her clit until she was squirming.
"Sheba?" Carroll said.
"Yeah..." she gasped.
"Suck my cock... suck it while Rocky eats your pussy," he said.
She spread her legs, making it easier for Rocky, and then leaned over until her lips were encasing the head of Carroll's cock. She sucked it, tickled the tip with her lips, and fondled his balls. She held his prick firmly in her mouth, drawing in and out continually.
Carroll started playing with her breasts. His fingers squeezed her nipples, sending a current of excitement down to his cock.
Rocky fumbled with her buttons until her dress opened in the front. His mouth sucked the breast not covered by Carroll's hand. His hands remained at her cunt, the fingers curling in her hairless labia.
His middle finger probed. She spread her legs farther apart and again he lowered his head. His hot tongue shot into her wetness and found her swollen clit. He sucked the girl's sweet, hot clitoris while her lips continued to nibble and suck on Carroll's lusty cock.
Carroll looked down at the rhythm of Sheba's head as it bobbed on his cock. His hips started to move faster. He watched her lips and contorted face as he fucked into it.
He fucked hard into her face for a few more seconds and then he whispered, "I'm going to come now, Sheba."
Rocky could feel her thighs tense around his head as Carroll's come boiled out of his cock and down her throat. When Carroll's cock was milked completely dry, Sheba concentrated all her energy and pleasure on the lips of her cunt that were receiving such a superb sucking.
She folded to the floor and pulled her legs high in the air. "Suck it, Rocky honey! Make my cunt come."
Rocky responded with a nerve-tingling lick at her labia. He pulled the flesh of her vulva out with a sucking motion and sucked hungrily on them. Her body jerked and danced as his tongue pumped into her pussy.
Carroll lit another cigarette.
"Oh shit, suck me!" she screamed. "Suck my cunt, Rocky! Do a better job on me than those fucking assholes are doing on the girls out there!"
By God, Rocky thought, I'll shove my tongue all the way up to your tonsils, you fucking cunt.
His cock felt like it was filled with lead. His body was soaked with sweat, his clothes sticking to his skin.
Rocky knew it wouldn't be long before they would both come. He knew that without even touching his cock it would spew all over the place when she excited his throat with her come. He didn't care.
He pushed his face harder against her cunt as she flapped her thighs against his head.
It was building, building, building in his balls.
Suddenly, Rocky felt a white-hot stream begin in his balls and race the length of his cock. He couldn't stop it. He grasped Sheba's clit with his teeth, and writhed as if his body were being tortured by fire. His cock began a wild, staccato throbbing and jerking that flooded the floor beneath him with sperm. It jerked and shot, much of his hot cum soaking his trousers.
"Don't stop! Keep sucking, Rocky! I'm coming." She grasped the back of his neck and pulled his face hard against her clit. He went on sucking and grinding, his face into her snatch as his cock continued to spurt. With one last, long groan, he emptied himself.
At the same moment, Sheba reached her climax. She bucked her cunt into his face. A groan of releasing passion slipped from her lips as her juices drowned Rocky's lips and mouth.
"What in the fuck...?" L.L.D. Hunt said as he entered the room and saw Carroll stuffing his limp cock back into his pants and Sheba, one of his best girls, throbbing through the last of an orgasm.
"Good day, Mr. Hunt. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Norman Carroll, this is my man, Rocky, and the lady getting sucked I think you already know."
Chapter Six
"Now, let me get this straight, Carroll," said L.L.D. Hunt, sitting back in his chair and sucking a cigar. "You wanna adopt my little lovelies and give them the advantages of a good life?"
"That's it, Mr. Hunt," Carroll replied, "for a month or two, at least."
Hunt leered. "It sounds to me, Mr. Carroll, that all you want is a little fresh poon-tang."
"In a way you're right, Mr. Hunt. But not for myself."
"And you're willin' to pay me ten thousand dollars for the privilege of givin' those two innocent little gals a home."
"That's right."
Hunt leaned forward until his rancid, cigar breath was almost in Norman's face. "You wanna know somethin'? The whole thing sounds like bullshit to me. Besides, I need those two... they're the backbone of my operation."
"Sheba and any other gal could do just as well for what you need," Carroll replied, looking at his watch.
They had been arguing for almost a half hour since coming to Hunt's office. Carroll was tired of quibbling with the man.
"An' what's more," Hunt replied, "I don't know who the fuck you are."
"I am a very wealthy man... a very influential man, Mr. Hunt. Ten thousand dollars."
"My daddy always told me that when a man wants somethin' and he makes an offer, it's usually lower than what he means to pay: twenty thousand, Mr. Carroll."
"Mr. Hunt, I will not bargain. Nine thousand, and going down."
"Now, just a minute."
"Eight."
"I tol' ya'... I'll lose a lotta money not havin' those two around here."
"Seven, Mr. Hunt. The price of pussy is going down."
"Will I get 'em back when you're done with em?"
"That will be entirely up to the girls. My guess is that they will be so far above their current station in culture and financial means that, no, you won't. Six."
"Then it's no deal."
"Mr. Hunt, I made a few phone calls this morning. You have several outstanding notes with a certain bank 'that are coming due' next month... if I were to call in those notes you'd be out of business. Five."
"How the hell you gonna call in my notes?"
"Because, Mr. Hunt, I own the bank," Carroll said, reaching across the desk and handing the man one of several cards he carried in a small case. "Just in case you want to verify it."
Hunt took a long, hard look at the card, swallowed, and looked back up. "Ten?"
"Five, Mr. Hunt. Don't con a con man," Carroll said, opening his checkbook.
"Here's a pen," said Hunt.
Carlos was like a bull, a small bull, but nevertheless a bull. He had the three rubes dressed and out of the tent in ten minutes. Bubba had tried to object, saying that he had been cheated. Carlos ran into the bigger man's groin with his head. Bubba went out like a light. The other two men carried him from the tent without a word, lest they receive the same treatment from the miniature demon with the barrel neck and the stone like, bald head.
As he headed back toward the girls and the stage, Carlos pulled the clothes from his tiny body to reveal his huge cock, already erect and throbbing nearly to the ground between his legs.
"Now we'll get fucked!" Gin exclaimed, dropping to the floor, her legs high in the air.
"Come to momma, you little shit!"
"Sheeeeiit!" exclaimed April. "I can already feel your big tongue up my cunt, Carlos honey. Hurry... hurry!"
They both attacked the little man the second he mounted the stage. They started a gang-suck on his cock, trying to gobble his huge root. The dwarf was so well endowed that he had more than enough to go around.
The girls were going wild. They were inflamed to the point of explosion from the awkward fucking and sucking they had received from the three amateurs. Their mouths, their pussies, and their assholes were more than ready for the dwarfs giant hunk of fuck meat.
April pounded her face over the huge knob while Gin took his balls in her mouth one by one. Then they reversed positions with the shaft dipping between Gin's lips while April rammed her tongue up his asshole.
When they were sure they had swollen his cock to its ultimate length and width, Gin climbed onto him and fitting her soaking pussy over the shaft of his throbbing tool.
"Fuck... fuck," said the dwarf in a guttural growl.
"You bet fuck," Gin replied as she fitted his cock into her vaginal entrance, then drove his cock home in her cunt. She began to exercise herself up and down the throbbing shaft until she could feel their pubic hairs mix and her pelvic bone crush against his.
She sighed as she felt her cunt being filled with the full strength of the little man's meat. Up and down she rode his rod, grunting and groaning each time the hard head bounced against her throbbing cervix.
April sat in front of Gin, facing her, and bucking her cunt down over his face. She nestled her pussy over his nose and mouth and felt his tongue respond at once and plunge far up to lick her cuntal walls.
The dwarf growled again. "Fuck... suck... fuck... suck." He gripped April's flanks and began to eat the moist lips of her cunt and the hard bud of her clit.
The girls played with each other's tits as they bounced up and down on the little dwarf, hiding him completely from view with their bodies.
April preferred to have the dwarf eat her pussy. His cock was just a little too much for her cunt. Gin, however, could take all the dwarf's cock and more, loving every inch of it.
It was hard for the girls to see themselves doing anything or being any other way. It was like they had no life at all before coming to the Hunt Carnival.
Gin especially.
Their mother had sent the girls to a boarding school when Gin was fourteen and April thirteen, so she could ply her trade without them guessing where the money was coming from. Their mother had some idea that her little girls were going to be raised as ladies, even though she knew she wasn't capable of doing it herself.
The girls, however, had different ideas. They had known about sex and had experimented with each other for two years before being sent off to school. They truly had their mother's genes and both of them wanted to get fucked.
Gin's first opportunity came with Toby, a young man with big ears from the boys' school in the same town. She had been caught in a blinding storm one afternoon while returning from a matinee movie. Stopping at the first house she came to, she knocked, hoping to have the occupants call her a taxi.
Toby opened the door and recognized her right away. He had seen her many limes in the drug store in town.
"Hi, Gin, what brings you over here?"
She explained her predicament and he offered to call her a cab. "Are your folks home?" she asked.
"Nah, they're shopping. Why don't you go in and get warm by the fire while I call."
He rushed into his father's library, made a loud pretense of calling a cab, then returned to the warm den. He had long admired Gin's tall, mature body.
Gin had already removed her coat and propped her feet up toward the fire, with her head tilted back over the sofa. Her eyes were closed as she luxuriated in the radiant heat.
Toby took one look at the wealth of young, thrusting breasts filling out the front of her thin sweater and made his decision. He tip-toed up to her side and kissed her on the cheek.
Instead of jumping up and away from him, she opened her eyes and smiled.
"I hope it was all right to do that," he said. "Can I sit here... beside you?"
He sat beside her and soon had her head on his shoulder.
Gin was totally relaxed. She smiled as his hands became more agitated. He longed to cup one of those huge, soft tits.
Toby took a chance and told her what he wanted to do. He put his hand in her lap.
"It's nice like this," Gin said, her voice low and mature, filled with the mellow honey of sex that Toby was too young to recognize.
"Yeah, it's great," he said.
"Your touch feels good, Toby," she said. "I hope you won't take too long."
"What?!"
"I said, I hope you won't take too long to get right down to it," Gin replied, turning her body towards his.
He was amazed. He couldn't speak. But then he didn't have to. At that point his fingers and his shaking body did all the talking.
His first move was to run his fingers along Gin's thighs. Gin's short skirt enabled Toby to fondle her thighs without going under her dress, but soon his roaming fingers went farther. They crept slowly, but surely, closer to her cunt.
The moment he touched her hair was one of the most beautiful experiences of her life. He fondled her short hairs through the sheer panty material. Toby felt the crotch material getting damp as he played with her pussy. He tried to slip his fingers under the tight elastic band of her panties.
"Tight... too fucking tight," Gin groaned.
"Huh?" Toby said, shocked at her words.
"My panties, Toby!" she cried. "They're too fucking tight to get your hand in. Take 'em off!"
She raised her buttocks from the couch. Like a robot, he pulled her skirt up and slipped the flimsy panties off her legs.
His hand quickly returned to her bare cunt. Feeling it was just too exciting for him to bear, and he stood up. In a moment, Toby's pants dropped and Gin groaned when she saw the size of his cock.
When his pants dropped, his shorts went with them, and the hard-on she saw was enormous. Gin knew that the thing boys had between their legs grew so that they could get in girls, but she never realized the size that was involved. She licked her lips in anticipation.
When he sat down next to her, Gin wanted to feel what it was like to have that huge piece of flesh within her. With Toby still in a sitting position, she straddled him, placing a knee on each side of his lap. With her naked cunt poised directly over his massive hard-on, she bent over to kiss him. Teasing herself, she lowered her body gently down upon the hardened cock.
Gin could not have known the woman-above position was considered the best when the woman was a virgin.
His cock was so hot, so big, and so wet, all he could think of was the lowering of her cunt. The hard-on kept his cock standing so straight that it would have torn its way through things stronger than a cherry.
Gin kept kissing him as she lowered herself down... down... down. Suddenly she felt his cock's soft head hitting an obstruction. Bewildered that only an inch of his cock was within her pussy, she asked what could be wrong.
Toby didn't wait to explain the toughness of a virgin wall and how it had to be broken, he grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her down on him. Gin got the idea and started to bounce up and down. The movement continued for several minutes until one of the downward strokes, suddenly pushed his cock all the way in.
"Oh shit, oh yeah, oh God..." Gin cried out. "So that's what it feels like. It's good, Toby! I can feel you clear up inside my pussy."
"You're on top, Gin. Just bounce and we'll be fucking," he stammered. "Does it hurt?"
"A little," she said, "but it feels good, too. So fucking good!"
Up and down Gin bounced. His hard-on never diminished and she felt thoroughly stretched by the massive cock within her.
The pleasure of her movement soon indicated what "shooting off" meant, and she gradually increased the intensity of her pounding. Toby was delighted she was humping more fiercely. His cock was about to shoot hot white cream in huge amounts.
Gin stopped her passionate kissing and told him how hot her pussy was getting. "I know I'm going to come... I can feel it, Toby... it's building up in me!"
"I am, too... me too!" he groaned. "Keep fucking... keep pounding, Gin!"
Gin increased the tempo of her fucking. Up and down she worked her cunt. His cock soon was covered by a thick layer of clear cream. Toby looked at his fiery cock and thought Gin must be adding some juice.
Gin came to her climactic end with a shriek that almost scared Toby, but he knew she was experiencing her first fuck-orgasm. That was all the signal he needed. In a blinding flash, a hot stream of male cream shot into her body and with such intensity that Gin moaned. His hot juice soothed the pain of her virgin loss and she released more cunt cream.
The mixture of their fluids trickled down his spent cock and collected in his thickly-matted hair. They shook violently.
Toby had been trying to hold on to Gin's ass, but her intense quivering threw his hands to his side. As the hot ebb of passion finally subsided, and they both slipped into a half sleep. It was a very odd position for two persons asleep, but the intensity of the fuck was so completely overpowering that they didn't care.
They heard the sound of a key slipping into the front door lock.
"My God, someone's comin'... quickly, Gin, grab your clothes and get into the bathroom. I'm supposed to be doing my homework. Come back to the kitchen when you're dressed and we'll pretend we were doing homework together."
When Toby's mother and sister walked in, the boy was sitting at the kitchen table, his school books were open before him... and he was completely dressed.
Gin went on to other boys after Toby and then men, and after each sexual bout she would relate all to April.
It was only a matter of time before April insisted that she join in on some of her older sister's games.
Gin agreed. "There's a party over at a new boy's house tonight, Phil something-or-other. I never remember their last names. Anyway, it will probably be a real fuck-fest, April. You might as well come along."
But April insisted on a complete new outfit, top, to bottom, inside out. That was how she found herself on the afternoon of the party in a small shop run by a tired man who had just had an argument with his wife, and had her leave for lunch without him.
Usually he sold the shoes and coats and his wife handled the dresses and other intimate apparel, like lingerie and underwear. That was why, when April entered the store and rattled off what she needed, he started with shoes first.
"We'll select the shoes first," he said, "and then build the outfit around them."
When he knelt on the floor and placed a shoe on her foot, April leaned back in the seat and shot her leg straight out and up to examine it.
She wore no panties and the man could look right up between her legs for a clear view of her young pussy. He thought the move was an accident, that she would quickly lower her leg. But, when she didn't he continued to stare.
He got a hard-on. It bulged clearly in the front of his tight pants.
He stared at her pussy. She stared at his bulging groin.
He smiled until she lowered her leg, and he thought the fun was over.
He smiled again when she wryly said, "Let's try the other one on."
In seconds he had the other shoe on and the leg was raised. Again he was staring at the virginal, auburn-covered pussy. When she kept the leg raised, his mind and his cock went into orbit.
April was overjoyed at her luck. Perhaps, she thought, she wouldn't have to wait for the evening's party for some of the action that she wanted.
The man knew he was on the point of grabbing this beautiful young girl and shoving his cock up that delectable hole. He could feel the cream dripping from the end of his hard cockhead.
Should he? Shit, she was so young. Maybe she was just a tease. Maybe she would scream bloody murder.
He took a chance. "Would you like to try another pair on in the store room?"
April raised her other leg and rested it on a nearby chair. She could see he was studying her pussy hair by hair, and she knew that the lips of her vulva were already secreting. When she saw him lean forward for a better look, she calmly moved her ass lower in the chair and closer to his face.
"Let's go," he said.
Up to this point she had been teasing, really not sure if he would do anything or not. When he stood and she saw the long line of his hard cock bulging against his pants, she immediately decided to follow him.
When they got into the room, he decided to keep the pretense up a little longer. He stood her on top of the desk and removed her shoes, only to replace them with others that had to be laced.
"It's easier to work on your feet," he said, "from this angle."
As he laced the shoes, he looked up. Her skirt was short and the light was right. She opened her legs a little when she noticed what lip was doing.
He could see directly up between her thighs to the dark, auburn thatch of her seeping pubic mound.
"My name's April," she said, her face full of wide-eyed innocence. "What's yours?"
"Just 'Mister'," he replied.
"Well, Mister, you're lookin' at my pussy."
"Yeah," he said. "And I'd like to kiss it."
His face had been low on her legs. As he moved it up, she raised her skirt until she fucked it into the wide belt around her waist.
He groaned when he saw all of her bare pussy. He bent forward and kissed and nuzzled the soft mat of hair.
"Peels good," she sighed. Gin had sucked her cunt many times before, but the anticipation of having a man do it to her sent a fresh stream of cunt juice flowing from April's lower lips.
She spread her legs and rubbed her cunt over his face. More moisture dribbled from her heated cuntal lips. He opened his mouth and began to tongue her cunt.
He was now directly beneath her and licking more and more feverishly at her cunt. The sensation became even more exciting than fucking for him.
His cock was now thoroughly soaked with a heavy supply of clear fluid, an obvious indication it wanted to ram its way into a cunt.
"I don't think I can stand this much longer," he said.
She wanted more to happen to her. "Oh please, Mister... let's do something, anything. My body wants so much right now and I'm really not sure what. You've done this more than me, so you range it, huh, please..."
He withdrew his face from under her skirt and reached for her waist. He easily lifted her and carried her to a nearby couch. Gently he lowered her down and moved her skirt up to her waist. In a moment his face was back to her cunt and she opened her legs as wide as possible.
"I couldn't do that before and it's so much better now," she said. The wide opening of her legs helped spread her cunt lips and his tongue slipped into her for the first time.
April began to quiver at the feeling of movement within her, and she moaned. It was the most delightful thing she had ever experienced.
"I want your cock, too," she said.
He moved his hips around toward her face and unzipped his fly. With her cunt being so thoroughly sucked, April couldn't stand not seeing and holding her first cock.
When she took it out, she could hardly believe its size or its tremendous covering of fluid.
"My goodness, Mister, did you already shoot off... it's so wet."
"That's just a little cream that comes first. It only means I want the big stuff soon. Do you know it tastes even better than your juices? Why don't you try mine while I'm getting yours."
She started to lick the end of his dick as his head went back between her legs and his tongue curled around her clitoris.
Her body began undulating. He could feel her cunt getting warmer, and he knew an orgasm was definitely on the way.
He sucked her clit. The undulations became more and more intense and he knew she was about to shoot her bream directly into his mouth. He hoped she would do the same with his.
He shot a huge wad of hot come into her mouth. For a moment he wasn't sure she could handle it. But she eagerly accepted his wad and swallowed each spurt greedily as it ejaculated from the throbbing head of his prick.
April was in pure ecstasy as his tongue lapped at the cream ejected from her cunt. It was warm and utterly delicious to him, but to April it was deliverance from a huge build-up of passion. A passion that was so delightful to expel that she used every muscle in her body to give him as much as he was giving her.
He drank, he sucked, and he licked. He absorbed so much of her fluid that her warm beautiful cunt lips were soon dry and shriveled. When there wasn't any more juice, his mouth added its own fluid and he continued to suck.
April began the suckling, not realizing how much there would be. When the flow began, the spurts hit with such pressure she didn't have to swallow. The first ejaculated drops went straight to the back of her throat and were downed without any sucking. The later drops were delightful to suck and she eagerly took in every drop. She was overwhelmed by the volume of his orgasm.
When the pulsations stopped, she continued to suck. She sucked until his cock had dried up so much that she couldn't keep it in her mouth.
"God, that was good, honey," he said, rolling away from her, exhausted.
"I'd better go," she said. "I'll just wear the shoes and... a, I'll just pick up the other things I need on the way out."
She could hardly wait to get home.
"Gin... I just ate a cock," April said. "And I got the biggest tongue up my cunt I've ever had. God it was good, even better than you."
"No shit?" Gin said, laughing. "Well, that's a start, honey buns... now get dressed. It's really party time!"
They arrived late. The party was already in full swing, with tits, cocks, pussies, and asses bounding and rebounding all over the room.
"Jesus Christ," Gin exclaimed, tearing her clothes off. "Save some for me."
April was watching a young couple on the stairs, their heads buried between each other's thighs. When she turned around, at the sound of Gin's voice, it took several seconds for the scene in the room to penetrate her consciousness.
One huge man was lying on his back, his head buried in a blonde pussy above him, while a second woman, her gigantic tits flopping from her navel to her chin, writhed in total abandon on his glistening, thick cock.
Mesmerized by the scene, April removed her clothes and walked to the nearest hard cock. Gin was already sitting on the boy's face.
"Fuck him, honey," Gin said. "Pour his meat up your cunt while I drown the fucker with pussy juice!"
April lowered her cuntal opening over the upraised cock. She felt it enter her soggy cunt and suddenly it was in her belly. April was being fucked out of her mind! Her nicely rounded ass cheeks rose and fell as she sought to grind down and cram the boy's thick cock all the way up her belly and out her throat.
She was on the edge, the very edge, of coming, when she heard whistles, and she felt herself being dragged off the boy's still hard cock.
It was the wrong night and the wrong party for both of them to attend. It was only a few hours after the police had escorted them back to the school that they found themselves, bag and baggage, on a bus headed for home and mother.
Only there was no mother when they got there. They were on their own and in less than a month they found L.L.D. Hunt and the fabulous dwarf with the huge cock.
In front of Gin, April's face broke into wild contortions as the dwarf's wonderful tongue started taking her cunt on that long ride. Gin could feel the long cock up her cunt start to swell. From past experience she knew she was about to be flooded.
"You're comin', Carlos!" Gin shouted, "I can feel it. Oh, give it to me, little man!"
Suddenly she felt it give, felt his dam burst. The entire, tremendous volume of his cum streamed the long length of his prick in hosings of sperm. It shot in great globs into Gin's arching, bucking body.
Her belly swelled with his cum. She came herself and still the little man continued spurting. She lifted her cunt from his cock and planted her mouth over the gushing fountain. Her throat worked in spasms, swallowing until his geyser was reduced to a trickle which April leaned forward and helped to lick.
That was the way Hunt and Carroll found them. "Okay, you cunts," Hunt said, "get some clothes on. You're movin' out. This here is Mr. Norman Carroll. He's sort of adopted the two of you."
"Oh yeah?" said Gin.
"Sez who?" April added.
"Sez me," Hunt replied. "An don't gimme any shi t."
"Good afternoon, ladies," Carroll said.
"Who's a lady?" Gin said, still licking the head of the dwarf's cock.
"Yes..." April said, trying to move Gin's head playfully out of the way so she could get some of the last drops. "Who the fuck's a lady?"
"You both will be, soon," Carroll said, "Very soon."
Chapter Seven
The ride back from Virginia was as interesting as the ride down with Sheba had been. The girls were amusing to Carroll and astounding to Rocky. When neither of the men tumbled for what the girls considered their "class" seduction, they merely took their clothes off, spread their legs and tried to taunt Carroll into fucking or eating them.
Neither their words or their actions had any effect on Carroll.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Gin asked. She had been prying the soft lips of her cunt apart with one hand and finger-fucking herself with her other hand.
"Yeah," April said, getting herself hot by rubbing her pussy on Gin's leg and squeezing her own breasts together. "Don't you like fucking?"
"I assure you," Carroll said, "I enjoy the art of intercourse."
"Then let's fuck," Gin said.
"Let me see your dick," April said. "I wanna blow it."
"Later, my dear," Carroll said. "When you qualify as a lady."
"What's this lady shit?" Gin said. "I don't get it."
"You will," he replied.
If the girls had no effect on Carroll, it was just the opposite with Rocky. His face was bathed in perspiration as he kept one eye on the road and another on the rear-view mirror.
All the gyrations and ministrations the girls were performing on themselves and each other nearly drove him up the wall. Once again he was amazed at his boss' will power. If he were in the back seat with all that sweet-smelling, beautiful looking pussy, it would be feast time for both his cock and his mouth.
"I gotta get some gas, boss," Rocky said.
"All right," Carroll replied.
"Don't you think, boss... er, don't you think the chicks should put some clothes on... I mean, somebody might get the wrong idea."
"Screw you!" Gin said.
"What the hell," chimed in April. "Maybe the pump jockey can get a hard-on. I want some cock."
I'll give you cock, thought Rocky, but he merely shrugged and pulled off the road into a station.
"What'll it be?"
"Fill it," Rocky said. "Premium."
"Sure thing... Jesus H. Christ... Jeeesus."
"Young man," Carroll said, "don't be excited or alarmed. We're doing a coast-to-coast survey on the ability of the common man to do his chosen profession under various forms of stress. These two ladies are merely volunteers who apply stress. Please go on about your work."
When they arrived at Carroll's luxury penthouse apartment, the girls were even more awed by the splendor of the way Carroll lived. He escorted them to their bedrooms, told them he would be back for them in an hour, then left.
"Jesus," April said, running into Gin's room. "What a layout. This dude must be loaded."
"Yeah, but he must be queer, too," Gin replied.
"Why?"
"C'mon, April. Have you ever seen a man we couldn't put the make on? I mean, the guy just ain't natural."
Carroll returned and they made the rounds of every exclusive boutique in the city. Sales clerks who knew Norman Carroll were amazed at the amount of money he spent on the two trashy, crude girls.
"Mr. Carroll," said a conservative lady with blue hair, after escorting the girls to dressing rooms for fittings, "those girls don't have any underwear on."
"Yes, I know," he said. "Take care of that. And burn the clothes they were wearing."
"Yes, Mr. Carroll," she replied, grabbing a tape measure.
"Whatta ya' doin'?" April asked as the woman wound the tape measure around her breasts.
"I'm measuring your bust," she explained.
"Bust? You mean my tits?"
"A... yes... crudely speaking," she said.
"Shit, I can tell you that," said April. "They're thirty-eight just like Gin's... don't measure 'em, suck 'em!"
The woman was aghast as April pulled her face down between her breasts and squeezed the huge globes over her face.
"Please," said the woman, struggling away from April's grasp.
"Please what?" Gin said. "Don't ya' like April's tits? Shit, gal, April's got nice tits. I suck 'em all the time. See?"
When Gin leaned over and took one of April's breasts in her mouth and started fondling the redhead's pussy with her hand, the woman screamed and ran from the room.
It took several hours and several stores before a complete wardrobe for the girls could be purchased. They were completely oblivious to the money being spent or the quality and style of the clothing until they had returned to the apartment and began trying the clothes on in the privacy of their own rooms.
"Jesus, Gin," April gasped, seeing Gin in a full-length white evening gown. "You're beautiful!"
"I'll be damned," Gin replied, studying herself in a full-length mirror. "You're right."
Carroll hired experts in every field, make-up, modeling, education, dance, etc. He enrolled them in classes to the point that every waking minute they were studying or practicing what they learned.
In just a matter of days he could see progress. But it wasn't without pitfalls or problems.
Teddy Farrell was only seventeen years old, but already he was considered a boy genius in the teaching of correct English usage and pronunciation. He was also adept at several other languages, including French.
It was the fifth lesson with Gin when she decided that she was getting bored and horny. Teddy, with his tiny frame and myopic eyes, wasn't exactly her idea of a stud, but it was Teddy who was with her when the urge hit.
"Don't you ever do anything but spout French and all this other shit, Teddy?"
"I beg your pardon, Miss Ming?"
"I'll bet you've never fucked a girl, have you, Teddy?"
"Please..."
"You know what this is?" Gin unbuttoned the top of her blouse, rolled the cup of her bra down and freed a swollen, dark-lipped breast.
"Oh, my God," he said, his eyes growing larger than the huge spectacles in front of them.
She leaned over, nearly pushing her huge breast into his face. "Take a lick, Teddy. Just stick out your tongue and lick my nipple."
"Miss Ming, we dare not..." Mr. Carroll said.
"Fuck Mr. Carroll," Gin said. "Lick that one good, Teddy, and I'll give you the other one."
"Oh, my God," he moaned again, feeling his head swim with desire as she removed her blouse and bra.
His tongue shot out and licked first one hot, rigid nipple and then the other. They swelled and hardened as they entered his mouth. He was quickly losing restraint.
"Oh, yes, baby, that's the way to suck my tits. Keep on sucking, Teddy, and then I'll suck your cock," the big girl panted as she pressed her breasts hard into his mouth. "Suck 'em, baby... suck... suck... SUCK!"
She reached for his crotch and was amazed at what she found. He was big, very big. His cock was swelling in her fist, threatening to tear out of the material of his pants.
She struggled out of her skirt and panties as he continued to suck. Then he began to remove his own clothes.
"There's a bed in there," she said, gasping when she saw his huge hunk of meat dangling in front of his narrow, bony hips.
They raced to the bed and fell in a heap over it. She immediately sank her mouth over the lunging shaft of his cock. It seemed to grow even larger in her mouth.
"Oh, Miss Ming, suck me! Make me come! Bring me off... suck my cock! Suck my hot, hard cock!"
She was again amazed. The boy became a wild man beneath her. His body became a furnace of seething, gyrating lust. She felt the head of his cock swell in her mouth. She loved it.
He grasped her head, pressed it down, trying to force as much of his steel-like cock into her mouth as she could consume. She gagged on the bulk of his thick rod, then angled her throat to allow herself to swallow even more of it.
She could almost come this way, she thought. She loved to milk a cock with her mouth.
"Be careful," he urged as he felt his cum boiling in his balls. He was like an inferno and her mouth was about to bring him off. "I think I'm going to come, Miss Ming!"
She pulled away before the charge was released, leaving his unfinished rod dripping with spittle. The heavy blue vein beat with excitement down the fat length of the tool.
"I want more than spunk," she said, lying down and spreading her legs.
He came to her, stretching out upon her, settling his burping prick between her soft, smooth thighs. As it dragged along her silken flesh, it left behind a trail of cream, and he was afraid he would burst before he was into her. He had not had a piece of ass for a long time, and the charge that had built in him was impressive.
Then the knob touched the wet slickness of her open snatch, and he pressed home, slammed in the length of his cock, and gasped as her clutching cunt nearly squeezed his spunk out of him on the first wild stroke.
"Fuck... fuck... Jesus, Teddy, fuck the hell out of me," she groaned, heaving against the bed, bouncing her ass on the soft mattress so that her ample hips slammed upwards to meet the thrust of his engorged tool. Her twat milked him so expertly that wave after wave of pleasure, each on the very peak of spurting climax, spasmed through him and made him whimper.
His hands found her lovely, big tits, and he squeezed them as he fucked his cock into her, drew on the nipples and pinched them until she was gurgling. He felt her juice running down and trickling through his pubic hair, tickling his balls. He wanted to eat her and fuck her, both at the same time, wanted to be able to taste her womanliness in every way imaginable.
"I want to fuck like dogs," she said, her breath coming fast and ragged.
He muttered agreement.
When he withdrew from her, she licked her cunt juice off his throbbing cock, then got on the floor, elbows resting on the mattress, and moaned as he filled her slick hole from behind. He reached around her, grasping her large, hanging tits and played with them as he built a steady, exciting rhythm that soon had her gasping and crying. Her slit became sopping wet again, and he felt his balls convulse uncontrollably and fountain his seed up the length of his pistoning root. The thick wad spurted into her womb, splattering over her tippling love walls. And the heat of his jizz drove her over the brink, into another thrashing climax.
Teddy fell against her, holding her tits, flying to catch his breath. His prick shrank rapidly, slipped out of her stretched pussy, dripping with cum.
She went dawn on him, licking the goo away, drying his organ in her long black hair.
It was at that precise moment that April returned from her singing lesson and entered Gin's room.
"Hot fucking damn!" she screamed, seeing the sucking couple on the floor. "Me too!"
April stripped the clothes from her body. She ran to the bed and threw herself down in front of the boy. Startled, Teddy raised his head from Gin's cunt and leaned back on his haunches. April grasped his ears in a viselike grip and pulled his face into her cunt.
His tongue slid like a bolt of hot lava into April's pussy as he felt Gin's face go down once again into his lap. His eyes moved up the beautifully tanned body as he sucked on her cunt. The panting young girl's legs were spread wide over his face.
"Oh, do my cunt, Teddy. Do it good!" April squealed. "You bitch, Gin. How long have you been keeping him for yourself?"
Gin lifted her mouth momentarily from Teddy's hardening cock. "I just found him, honest."
His teeth worked at April's clitoris like a hungry animal. Who would have thought, she mused, this little boy could suck a cunt like this? She heard the moans coming from her own lust-swollen throat as Teddy's greedy hands found her breasts and threatened to tear them from her body.
For Teddy, at that moment, nothing else in world mattered except these two beautiful girls. As he squeezed April's mammoth breasts and sucked and licked her soggy cunt, he felt his cock slide all the way down Gin's throat.
Unbelievable sensual explosions went off in April's flesh as his teeth nipped at her clit and his lips sucked her vulva. His tongue dug through the soft meat of her cunt like a hot poker. He was tonguing into her drenched pussy in perfect rhythm with her humping hips.
His nostrils flared as he sniffed her cuntal fragrance. He got his tongue deeper into the trembling wet succulence up there between her thighs. Stiffening his tongue to a hard point, Teddy rammed it mercilessly into the redhead's hotly pulsing pussy and felt the rippling muscles deep inside the frenzied girl's vagina begin to grab and clutch at it, trying to draw it deeper up inside as she thrashed through a wild, frantic come.
His cock seemed to swell and grow larger inside Gin's mouth. Then he spurted a second time and felt the rush of his cum go down her throat.
He rolled away from them both, his body fatigued. In minutes they were on him again.
"I must go," he groaned.
"No, baby," Gin replied, laughing. "You must come."
An hour later Norman Carroll stepped from the elevator and nearly bumped into a teetering, disheveled Teddy as he almost fell to his knees.
"What in the world happened to you, Teddy?"
"An apocalypse," the boy replied, "I won't be back, Mr. Carroll. I can't... it's impossible."
The elevator door closed behind him and Carroll could swear he could hear the boy still screaming when it opened again, nineteen floors below.
The girls were equally adept at driving away two more male tutors and one female, who drifted dreamily past Carroll in the living room after a session with the girls, mumbling something about self-realization, and the fact that she would probably never go back to men.
She had been a tutor of great books. Carroll hked another, but the result was essentially the same. The woman was a large bull dyke who not only welcomed the girls' seduction but sent them running into the living room screaming for Carroll's help.
Finally, at the end of one month, with the outlay of several thousand dollars and a great deal of blood, sweat and tears, success was achieved. They were both, in their separate ways, ideal models of lovely, ladylike delicacy.
As a reward for their hard work, Carroll escorted them to the most lavish restaurant in town. They laughed, ate, and drank champagne during a marvelous floor show. Heads turned all around them and the buzz of conversation in the restaurant centered oh their fascinating beauty.
The waiters and staff were sure that the two girls were foreign royalty of some kind, and the other customers were just as sure that both girls were the latest inventions of Hollywood, and destined for stardom.
April was the epitome of soft, cuddly, virginal innocence. Her speech was low and cultured, with just the tint of an accent that, when coupled with her coyly dropped eyes, made one think of Little Bo Peep.
On the opposite extreme was Gin. Her tall, svelte figure was blushingly obvious in the clothes she wore. But her bearing was regal, giving her the appearance of being a Goddess from another world, above everything and completely untouchable.
"Well, ladies," Carroll said, spreading the list of five names in front of him on the table. "We start tonight."
Jason sat fidgeting in the third-floor club room between April and Carroll. They were the only ones in the room, and it was obvious to Jason that this was the setup for the bet. His eyes kept floating to the side, admiring and lusting for what he thought was the young virgin beside him.
"Believe me, Jason, old chum," Carroll said, "after you see this little show she puts on, you'll go... and you'll give her the five for the privilege."
"Don't count on it, Norm," Jason whispered. "Nothing you could show me could touch this April chick."
"No, Jason," Carroll said, "I told you about her. She's just along for the ride... with her sister. You can't touch her. Wait till you see the sister."
Carroll knew that April's virginal appearance and youthful innocence was exactly what Jason liked. He counted on it. He had decided to start the five with Jason, because he knew Jason would be the easiest.
The room darkened and the stage lights came up. Jason gasped as Gin stepped into the lights. He didn't usually go for the slick, dark types, but this one brought an immediate bulge to his crotch.
She was built as he had never seen a woman built before. Her legs were unbelievably long and so perfectly shaped it seemed as if they had been sculpted. She wore a micro-skirt which offorded an expansive view of her thighs. Her breasts were huge, thirty-eights or nines, but totally without sag or the droop the average large-breasted woman was forced to contend with. They thrust up and out magnificently. Since she was braless, the hard, long nipples were visible against her dark blue sweater, straining to be bitten and licked. Her eyes were blue, crystal blue, penetrating and cold, yet somehow charged with a heated sexuality that only enhanced the stunning beauty of the rest of her face and body.
Quickly, she stripped out of her clothes. Another gasp came from Jason as he saw her naked body. His cock was pounding hard. He took a chance and placed his hand on April's knee. She pushed it away.
On the stage Gin had sprawled naked on the bed, writhing with her firm, rich breasts rising and falling erotically.
Then she started chanting, her voice low and throaty. "Fuck... oh, how I love to fuck... to have a hard cock thrusting up my cunt, putting out the fire in my wet pussy. Give me a cock... come take my pussy... someone... anyone."
Gin touched her desire-swollen breasts as the colored lights danced over her body. Her hips lurched in arousal. Her hands massaged her breasts, slowly, rhythmically, avoiding the nipples at first, cupping the dark, heaving globes.
Jason couldn't help wriggling in his seat as he watched her. His hand crept to his lap and fisted the swelling hardness of his cock.
She spread her legs wide, her breathing ragged now, and then she touched the nipple of her breast. She rolled her thumb back and forth across the erect crest, intensifying the sexual frenzy within her.
She arched her back, raising her hips off the bed, spreading wide the hot, wet slit of her pussy. Still she massaged her now wildly trembling breast, teasing the nipple.
Her other hand dipped down, between her wide-spread thighs, her middle finger penetrating the warm wetness of her eager, fiery hot slit. She manipulated the soft inner lips until she could feel them swelling, and her clitoris was rigid and tingling. Her middle finger came in contact with the trembling hot bud, and she began to gasp.
Norman could hear Jason's heavy breathing. "What did I tell you," Carroll said.
"Oh, come on," Jason whispered back. "Sure, she's something else, Norm, but some chick up there bringing herself off and screaming for cock isn't going to get me to lay out five thousand to fuck her."
Carroll smiled and heard April start to whimper and go into her act. He returned his attention to the stage.
On the stage, Gin's cries were louder and her body was thrashing about as her fingers began to rub faster and faster across the sensitive tip of her clit.
Her hips flailed frantically at the bedclothes as wave after maddening wave of wild ecstasy soared through her, and she could feel her climax building within her. Her left hand squeezed her breast, manipulating the nipple, as the heat spiraled higher and higher and as her finger flashed with ever-increasing strokes over her hot, wet clitoris.
Jason could hardly tear his eyes from the stage, but April's whimpering had now grown into open sobbing. He leaned his head close to her. "What's wrong?" he whispered. "April, what's wrong?"
She wailed aloud as Gin started screaming through her orgasm on the stage. Then she stood and ran from the room.
"April... April," Jason called to her reheating back before turning to Carroll. "What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know," said Carroll, "she'll be all right. Watch."
"The hell with it," Jason said, "I'm going after her."
"Suit yourself," Carroll said as the other man bolted from his chair.
At that point Carroll was glad Jason was gone. To his own surprise he was sweating heavily. The sight of Gin's wild sexuality had turned him on.
Her finger continued to rub hard across her clit, and her left hand continued to squeeze her pliant young breast. Her climax seemed to last for a wonderful, rapturous eternity, her hotly seeping pussy walls secreting warm thick liquid softly onto the sheet beneath her. As her cum began to ebb, she moaned again and again with delight. Then, finally, it was over and she sagged back on the bed, her hair fanning on the pillow like a silken screen, and she felt weak and drained and tingling with delicious ecstasy.
"Get dressed, Gin," Carroll called from the darkness. "We'll go back to the apartment and wait."
In the hall Jason saw April duck into one of the other rooms and followed her. She had thrown herself across the bed and now lay there sobbing wildly. He locked the door behind him and crossed to the bed. He kneeled, gently put his hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter, April?"
"It's horrible... what my sister has to do," she blubbered.
"Has to do? You mean she doesn't want to do what she's doing?" he asked.
"She has to. That man said if Gin would... would do a naughty thing on that stage then you would go up there... and... and... Oh, it's horrible, but we need the money for our father's funeral."
"You do?"
"Yes... he was deposed, you know... died in exile a broken, mined man, and he must be buried with the rights of his station. So, when this Mr. Carroll said we could make five thousand dollars for doing it just once... we agreed."
So that's it, Jason thought. He's got a different woman for each of us. "Why her," he asked, "instead of you?"
"Please..." April said, her innocent eyes growing wide. "In my country a girl loses all when she loses her virginity. It could only be Gin... she no longer has her membrane. She lost it on a saddle horn almost a year ago."
"Oh," Jason said.
"But why aren't you in there... doing..."
"Well, frankly," Jason said, "she's not my type."
"Oh no," April wailed.
"But you are."
"Me?"
"Yeah... Carroll would never know. Maybe you and I could..."
"But that would be cheating," April said.
"Yeah... it sure would," Jason replied, laughing. He ran his fingers up her calf under her dress.
"I don't know..." April said, "I'd be afraid." It was all she could do to restrain herself from grabbing his crotch. Then his hand was on her bare thighs and her hips were moving all by themselves.
"You want to," Jason said. "I can tell. I'll just give you the money and we won't even tell him that I did it to you instead of your sister."
April had to give in fast. Her body couldn't take much more. "Well... all right... for poor Daddy's sake... but, be gentle, and please turn out the lights."
Jason did as she asked and nearly laughed out loud as he removed his clothes.
"I want to touch and kiss your breasts," Jason said. "Let's take your dress off."
"Oh, no," she cried. "That wouldn't be nice. Maybe some other time... I won't wear as much. I won't wear anything."
The thought of her naked and her present nervous innocence stirred Jason's hand to move further up her soft lovely thighs. His hands found the sheer material of her panties and felt her cunt hair through the material. April started to squirm so much he thought she might rub herself into coming and there would be nothing left for his cock.
Jason had most of April's gown around her waist and he massaged her cunt. The thin bikini offered no resistance to his caressing hand, and Jason knew he wouldn't even have to bother to remove it. His hardening cock would simply push it aside upon entering.
April turned on her side, believing that he would fuck her from that angle, but instead he began to fondle her ass. The new sensation excited her. Jason was also on his side and his cock pointed directly at her waiting cunt.
As he brought her closer, the first touch of his wet cock on her body brought out a loud sigh from April. "At last, at last! Oh, Jason, please stop teasing... shave it into me! Please, please...! Oh, fuck me, please!"
All Jason could think of was her steaming pussy and getting his rigid cock into it.
As her cunt came closer to him, his wet cock slid easily between her legs. As its huge head passed by her clitoris and cunt lips, she said, "Oh, all that's for me... how delicious... how wonderful! Slide it back and forth. Oooh, how nice! Everything is just throbbing down there and it's gotten so wet, you would think we both came already."
April pushed her body up to his and their stomachs touched. His cock was between her legs and the head projected out behind her ass. She wrapped her arms around him tightly as his head nestled into her shoulder.
The virginal pretense added to the fire he had already built in her body. She knew she could wait no longer.
Opening her legs, she moved her body until the cock began to slip into her. Jason was surprised by her action, but decided to let her go ahead. The cock started to slide in.
Just to be on the safe side, she turned her lips to his ear and, in the breathiest voice at her command, whispered, "For years I've been dreaming of a man breaking through my sweet little wall, and now the magic moment is here at last. You're doing it... you're really doing it."
It was all the impetus he needed. Jason thrust his body forward and his cock sank to its fullest depth.
Two hours later, April bounced into the apartment, a glow on her face and a lightness in her step.
"How did it go?" Carroll asked.
"Nice," April said, dropping the check in his lap.
"Shit," Gin said. "I get the next one, don't I? I'm horny as hell."
"Yeah," said Carroll, not meeting her eyes, his mind trying to find some way to use only April on the other four men.
Chapter Eight
Leroy Harris excused himself from the gathering of hangers-an after making sure there was enough food to go around for at least another hour. He went upstairs to see what his brother had cooked up with the dark beauty he had arrived with.
"Where did you find her?" Leroy had asked.
"She came to the office this morning," the brother said. "Says she's got a film of herself masturbating that she wants me to look at. She wants a job."
"I'll be up later," Leroy said, watching the tall girl's buttocks wiggle provocatively up the stairs in front of his brother.
What a coup that would be, Leroy thought. The girls they usually got to act in their quick one-reelers rarely had any beauty or class. This girl had both.
When he entered the screening room, she was sitting alone.
"Your brother went to get drinks," she said.
"What was your name again?" he asked, sliding in beside her and flicking the rewind button on the video-tape machine.
"Gin, Mr. Harris. Gin Ming."
The film flipped on and before it was half over Harris had made up his mind. "You're hired," he said.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Harris," she said, standing and turning so that the puffy mound of her pussy in the skirt she wore was practically in his face. "What about terms... you know, price?"
"We pay five hundred a film," Harris replied, his mouth watering at seeing her nude body on the screen and having the real thing so close to him at the same time.
"Oh, Mr. Harris," Gin said, "I'm afraid that just won't do."
"What?" His mind was hardly registering what she was saying in person in lieu of what she had done on screen.
"I get five thousand a film, Mr. Harris," she said, shocking his attention back to her.
"Honey, we don't pay five thou to anyone," he said.
"I'm worth it, Mr. Harris... every penny of it." She removed her blouse, giving him the full force and beauty of her flawless, naked breasts. His skin rippled, tinged in waves as he cupped her wonderful golden breasts with their light freckles and massive dark-brown nipples.
"Jesus," he moaned, "beautiful tits... really beautiful tits."
"Go ahead," she said. "Suck! Put your lips on my breasts and suck me. My breasts are sweet... very sweet."
Reverently he sucked first one sprouting nipple and then the other. His lips ran down over the domes of her marvelous breasts to her navel. As if she had read his mind, she let her belly rock toward the caresses of his lips as he kissed her navel.
"Suck there, too," she said, arching her back and presenting the lushness of her belly to his wet tongue and lips.
"God," he moaned, "I'll bet you are good."
"Oh, I am, Mr. Harris. I'm a good suck and a good fuck. Five thousand, Mr. Harris... that's not much, really."
With a deep-throated moan, she rocked her pelvis toward him and began to undo her skirt. His face followed the material downward until his chin was tickled by the soft, curly hair of her black-thatched pelvis.
As his lips touched the very top of her slit, he stopped and moaned again in anticipation. She kicked out of her skirt and threw her musky cunt wide open to his advance.
"Go ahead, Mr. Harris," she cooed. "Try it out... taste it... smell it... eat a little of it."
Harris plunged his tongue into the musky triangle. Almost immediately it seemed as though hands were all over his body. His clothes, as if by magic, disappeared from his body. They were everywhere, tickling his back, fingering his cock, stirring him erotically in every way possible.
"You suck good, Mr. Harris," she moaned. "Do you like it? Is my pussy good?"
"Shit... oh shit," was all he could groan as her juices filled his mouth.
His tongue slithered through the hot, delicious slit of her writhing cunt. The tip circled around her throbbing clitoris.
Suddenly he realized that they had sunk to the soft carpet. They were lying in the aisle.
Gin was panting like a wild woman and rubbing her cunt all over his face. Again the warm mouth and tongue found her slit. Again he was sucking cunt and his hands were rubbing over her belly, tits, thighs, and fleshy, firm buttocks. Her groans of passion spurred him on.
Harris felt her big body building for an orgasm. He felt her tense, strain, wait, and then her cunt was exploding in a beautiful orgasm.
"Ohhh good God... my pussy, my come! Oh my cunt!" she cried loudly. "Suck the come out of my cunt!"
He kept driving his tongue up her channel as she shuddered through her come. With each driving thrust, Gin's body would jerk and another groan of passion would erupt from her throat. Her legs came together over his head as her big body twisted around.
"What are you going to do?" he gasped, barely able to get his breath. "Oh, my God."
She licked the end of his cock. "I'm going to suck your dick, Leroy Harris, and show you just how good an expensive fuck is."
To his surprise her tongue shot into his rectum. She laughed. It was muffled against his balls, and her tongue swept around inside his anus, driving him wild. His body thrashed and his ass writhed, yet all the time her tongue remained solid in his asshole, its tip darting here and there as it touched tender nerves and drove him to supreme bliss.
Hastily, his tongue shot into her cunt. Accordingly, she thrust her cunt at his tongue, and he tongue-fucked her, his head rising and falling as he went about his damp task.
She now had half his prick in her mouth.
He felt her lips suck at the base of his cock, now. Her tongue snaked out, made a fast damp swipe at his balls; a thousand thrills shot through him. He jammed his cock deep into her throat and then pulled it out to its ring, her mouth loving his fuck every inch of the way.
His hips began rising and falling slowly. Her lips pulled and sucked on his shaft, giving him a sensation of warmness and happiness.
Again, his tongue came out. He made it round and hard. He put the tip directly on her asshole.
His tongue shot forward. For one moment, her clenched asshole repelled his tip. Her anus wouldn't let his tongue enter! He stiffened his tongue and jabbed harder. And then, his tongue slipped past her ring and into her rectum!
He drove his cock in her until his balls were almost in her mouth. He felt her damp tongue shoot out and love his rocks.
Her tongue and lips massaged his knob, swinging his cock this way, then that. He looked down. Her pubic hair was creamed with come. Her cunt was open, red walls showing, and he saw the tip of her clitoris.
His mouth came down. First, he licked her pubic hair, her come tasting soft and sweet. He realized she had his cock again in her mouth, carefully and masterfully massaging its throbbing knob.
His tongue went into her slit, swallowing slowly to enjoy every bit of it.
She continued sucking; he continued fucking her mouth. Finally, the last of her come had been cleaned from her vagina.
"God," he moaned, "you're wonderful... fantastic. Jesus, what a cunt. I want to fuck it... I want to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck it."
She lifted her head off his cock for a second.
"Five thousand, Mr. Harris. The fuck of your life." She swallowed his cock again.
Suddenly he stiffened, giving all his attention to her mouth on his cock. He was right on the point of coming.
Then her mouth was gone. She was gone. He was in agony. He looked up. She was putting her bra on.
"What are you doing? I was coming! I want to fuck you!"
"I told you, Mr. Harris," she said, snapping her bra.
The brother entered. "Leroy... what the hell?"
"Never mind, God damnit," Leroy said. "Get your ass down to my office and get me a check... make it out for five grand."
The brother scuttled out. Harris turned to find her moving back. Her bra was again off and her beautiful breasts were naked to his touch.
"Oh, Jesus, I want your cunt," he said.
"Then take it," she said. "Fuck it, Leroy! Fuck it good!"
He pressed himself down on the firm but yielding flesh of the girl. She opened her legs and her mouth at the same time. Harris shoved his cock up her cunt and his tongue down her throat. She took them both eagerly.
Her pussy was as warm on his cock as he had thought it would be. The joy of being in such a pussy drove him wild. Her cunt was fantastic. She could clench and relax her pussy as if she were giving him a blow job.
"C'mon," she urged, "poke it to me! Fuck me with that hunk of meat!"
He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and started driving his cock into her. His cock came up hard against the very bottom of her pussy with each driving thrust.
Each stoke seemed to make her want the next even more. They were bound together in an upward blast of ecstasy.
She oohed and aahed as his fingers bit into her flesh, and she rolled her hips up to open herself wider to the pounding of his cock. Leroy let go of her ass. He grabbed a thigh in each hand, forcing them higher and closer to her breasts and widening her pussy.
She came like a flood, like Niagara Falls spewing from her cunt. There was an instant rise in temperature in the clasping and gaping walls of her surging pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, it's good, so good," he crooned. "I want more. I want it all!"
"Take it... all of it. Go ahead!" she cried.
He took advantage of the position she offered. He withdrew his dripping tool and dropped it about two inches.
Her asshole was tight, but not too tight to fuck, and it was the tightness of it that he was looking for. He was not disappointed. She reacted to being violated in this way by clamping her asshole even tighter. It was pure heaven for him. He shoved it in as hard as before, but with a deadly vengeance as he brought himself up closer to coming.
She started working her clitoris with one hand as he continued to pound her asshole. She came again just before Leroy let go into her ass. The warm flood into her bowels set her off again.
Harris was enjoying the close warmth of her asshole as she exercised every muscle in it. When she was sure that she had drained every drop he had, she rolled him over and began to bring him back to life with as fine a job of tongue work as he had ever had. Her mouth was as good as her pussy.
He could feel the strong blood coursing into his prick, making a greater mouthful for her. Lazy as he was, he pulled her hips up. He lowered her air-dried pussy over his face and he threatened to eat his way into her throat.
They were bucking across the smooth carpet, oblivious to all around them, aware only of the intense sensual gratification they were drawing from the loins of the other.
Rooting and grunting, they furrowed and ploughed in all directions as they sought an ultimate climax of mind-shattering bliss. He thought she was going to swallow his cock by the time she got through chewing her way through it.
When they came, it was a relief.
The brother re-entered the room just as they finally rolled away from each other.
"Here's the check, Leroy... Jesus... what happened?"
"She's fucked me out, that's what. Make the check out and sign her up."
Gin dressed and followed the brother back downstairs. They entered the office and he thrust some papers in front of her.
She pocketed the check and tore the papers in half.
"I think I've changed my mind," she said, and walked out, as his mouth hung lower and lower. While Gin was busy striking Leroy Harris off the list, April was in the law offices of Jed Willis, applying for a job. Jed always had thee secretaries on hand, for work and for play. His social life was very exact and dictated by his shrewish wife. She allowed Jed this one night out every two weeks to play poker. He spent that night on the third floor of the club playing hanky-panky instead of poker.
But it wasn't enough. He had the secretaries for interim times. Once in a while he would be caught by his wife with one of them and have to fire the girl. This was the reason there was a current opening when April applied.
"Your qualifications seem to be in excellent order, Miss Day," led said, watching the rise and fall of her pendulous breasts through the thin blouse, and the fine line of her thighs disappearing up under her dress. "I see no reason why you couldn't start right away... today, as a matter of fact."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Willis," she replied, demurely lowering her eyes. "I do need the job so badly."
She rose to leave.
He stopped her at the door. "Cindy will show you your desk, and then have her come in here, will you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Willis," April replied.
Ten minutes later Cindy walked into his office.
"She's very pretty," Cindy said. "I figured you would hire her."
"But I couldn't get a reading on whether she likes to play or not." Willis said. "Feel her out for me, will you?"
"You mean feel her up, don't you?" Cindy replied.
"I don't care how you do it," Willis replied, laughing.
Two hours later, April was running a brush through her long auburn hair in the ladies lounge when Cindy sat down at the vanity beside her.
Cindy was a small, lithe, Swedish girl, with long blonde hair, a pretty face, and a petite figure. April took in the other girl's figure all the way down and back up again, only to meet her eyes in the mirror at the last moment.
"You're a very beautiful girl, April. I knew Willis would hire you the moment you walked in."
"What does my beauty have to do with the job?" April said.
"C'mon," Cindy replied. "You might be able to fool a man, April... but you're not gonna fool another woman. You're sexy as hell and horny as hell all the time. I can tell. He wants to take you to lunch and get into your panties, like he does all the other girls who work here."
"He'll have to try very hard," April said, standing up. She put her hand on Cindy's shoulder. The girl looked up at her. They smiled at each other.
"Do you mean what I think you mean?" Cindy said.
"I dig girls," April said. "Let's make love." April hugged the blonde girl and rubbed the bulging mound of her pussy over the girl's belly. April caressed the other sin's breasts through the blouse she wore. They were perfect, hard breasts, so sensuous that they made April shiver and ache for the taste of them.
April pushed up Cindy's blouse and touched the bare titties, loving the warmth and resiliency of them, understanding why some men would prefer these little beauties to her own large breasts.
April drew her down to the floor, and they fell into each other's arms, mouth to mouth in a deep kiss that had them breathing heavily.
She worked the girl's blouse off, stripped her skirt down. She was not wearing panties underneath, and her hairy cunt popped into view, lush mound of Venus damp with the dew of her heavy desires. She licked the small tits, licked down the belly, took a mouthful of hair from the thatch as her fingers toyed with the labes of the Swedish girl's rich, ripe cunt.
"Does that feel good, Cindy?" April groaned. "Does it feel good to have another girl suck your cunt?"
"Yes," Cindy replied, her body already burning with desire. She was amazed at April's lushness and sexuality. "Oh, lick my cunt, April. Please eat my pussy," Cindy urged, pushing her crotch toward April's face.
April quickly removed her clothes and pressed her naked body to Cindy's, tits to tits, belly to belly. She ground her mound against the other girl, and Cindy responded excitedly. She spread her legs, helped April get into a position where they could grind their cunt lips against each other. It was a wonderful, heady delight, and they were groaning, clasping each other.
"Your clit is like a prick. I can feel it, little, hard..." Cindy groaned as her first orgasm blew through her cunt, hot juice washing her inner walls like a burst dam.
April followed her almost instantly, gurgling as her body convulsed under the intense pleasure.
"Now eat me... suck me out... lick my box, April," the sensuous golden-haired nymph purred, on the brink of coming again, her body trembling.
April went down on the furry fuck hole and licked the musky labes, tasting the essence of her lover. She licked deep, ate and ate with an unrestrained joy and fury that had Cindy eventually begging for pause.
"I want to taste your cunt," Cindy said, going down on April with the same joy the other girl had exhibited when licking her to a come. She teased April's hole with her tongue, licked down to her asshole, then abruptly back to her snatch, teased the labes until April was whimpering, then she used teeth and tongue in a wild suck.
Twenty minutes later Cindy emerged from the lounge somewhat disheveled and a great deal worse for wear. She found led Willis waiting by her desk for a report.
"Well?"
"Good luck, led," Cindy said, her breathing still ragged. "She's gay... she only has eyes for girls. She just made more love to me in a half hour than I've had in ten years."
"Well see... well see," Jed Willis said and, rubbing his hands together at the thought of such a challenge, returned to his office. He set up the lunch, the room, and April.
Then he received a call of his own.
"Yes?"
"Leroy Harris here. I think I just got took by Norman Carroll on our bet."
"Really," Jed said, thinking immediately of April. Since the bet had been made, Jed had been wary of every new girl that had come his way. "Describe the girl!"
As Leroy Harris described Gin... tall, dark, statuesque... Jed sighed in relief. He was definitely safe with April Day.
Chapter Nine
April was even sensuous when she ate, thought Jed Willis, as he sat across from her. She had asked for her steak rare, blood rare, and she devoured the meat with a dainty grace that still had overtones of an animal quality.
She gulped large quantities of the wine along with her food, each time smiling innocently at him across the table. There was something highly sexual rand sensuous about her.
Beneath the table, his cock had remained hard all through the dinner. Halfway through the meal, he had made up his mind that he wanted her, wanted to fuck her. He wanted her more than any woman he had ever met.
As she ate, she would brush her arms against the sides of her pendulous breasts, squeezing them together in the low-cut blouse. That, plus her strange eyes, aroused him, almost hypnotizing him into begging her for her body, something he had never done with any woman.
The blouse she wore was of a heavy material and fitted tightly, with a low neck, providing him with an erotic view of her heavy, golden tits unconfined by a bra. The nipples were hard and thrust invitingly against the material as if she were already lusting for sex. Her skirt was short and revealed her thighs clear up to her rounded ass.
After lunch, he maneuvered her to the sofa with brandy and small talk. She told him of her poor background and how she had started off on the wrong foot in life, but now she was determined to do things like a normal person.
He heard very little of what she said. His blood was racing in his mind. She had made a slave of him and he knew it. She sat on the sofa, letting her skirt ride clear to her hips, exposing her fleshy, luscious thighs. He found it impossible to swallow the brandy or raise his eyes from that arousing expanse of flesh.
"God, you're beautiful," he suddenly blurted out.
"Do you really think so?" she said, without emotion, leaning back and thrusting her heavy breasts out, making them rise to unbelievable proportions. "You're staring at me."
"Yes... I know," he replied, at last tearing his eyes from her body. He was swimming in space and there was nothing he could do about it and he didn't like it.
"Jed... may I call you Jed?"
"Of course."
"If you could have anything in the world right now... what would you want?"
"You," he said, without a second thought.
"That's impossible," she replied, casually. "Pick something else."
"There isn't anything else," he said. "Just you. Why is it impossible?"
"It's a long story," she said.
"I want to hear it," he replied, moving closer to her.
"I was born in a small town," she intoned, as if it were a litany that she had memorized, which indeed she had. "We were poor. I wanted out. I wanted money and excitement I came to the big city and became a prostitute. I made money but I also grew to hate men. Now I only like girls."
"So, I'll just pay you," he said, "and be another one of the men you hate."
"No," she replied, "if we did anything I would just have to quit my job with you. Then I would be no better off than before... no job... no money."
"I'll give you a lot of money," he panted.
She lay down on the couch, her skirt rolling up to show her crotch. "How much would you pay to make it with me, Jed?"
His mouth watered as his eyes devoured the rust-colored bulge in her panties. He had never been drawn to a body as he was drawn to hers. His mind was a mess, but he somehow thought of the bet. But this couldn't be the girl. Leroy had said she was tall and dark.
His lips drooled. "Five... five thousand dollars' worth."
"Reasonable," she said. "Let's go into the bedroom." She stood and dropped her skirt and panties to the floor, leaving only the blouse to cover part of her body. As she walked toward the bedroom, her asscheeks jigged in tempo with her graceful strides.
At the doorway, she paused, looked back at him where he still sat. She beckoned him with a long-nailed finger. There was not the slightest bit of request in her manner now. It was a total and complete demand which he didn't have the power in his aching body to deny.
He followed her and felt the blood pounding in his cock as she stretched her nearly naked body across the bed.
"Come and fuck me, Jed darling," she said, raising her arms to him.
It was too much for any man to stand. He knew he would have paid any price for her. But still he seemed to be hesitating.
"Fuck me, Jed. Put your big cock in me. You know you want to. And when you've fucked out a load in me, I'll suck you hard and swallow your come. You'd like that, I know. Think of your prick stuffed in my face and your cum spurting into my mouth."
He was helpless as he pulled his clothes off and watched as she spread her legs wider. Her pink slit gleamed wet and inviting before his eyes as he walked to the bed. His cock was so hard it ached and his balls felt heavy with cum.
She played with her big tits and smiled at him.
"Fuck me," she said.
He moaned.
"Fuck my cunt and asshole..."
When he brought the tip of his swollen cock to her opening, her cunt muscles seemed to reach out and grip it, drag the length of him into the seething honey of her pussy. Fingers of hot flesh stroked him, ground against the head of his shaft, pulled and pulled on him until it seemed that his balls would also be drawn into the turmoil between her legs.
He groaned, felt come boiling in his balls. He did not want it to end here, this soon, but it was going to be hard to hold himself back.
She started coming the second his cock entered her hole. He knew she was, for her juices dribbled out every time he stroked, and he knew a woman could not be that hot unless she were spasming within.
"You've got a beautiful... hard... prick... stuff it... deep... baby! Your beautiful dick... stuff me..."
He grabbed her tits, pistoned, exploded with long, drenching jets of thick sperm inside her tight hole, back so deep that he sprayed the cream into her womb, into the depths of her pulsing pussy.
"Now, let me suck it off," she gasped, trying to scramble from beneath him.
"Nothing left," he said.
"Oh, yes!" She grasped the prick, and he was surprised to see it was still rock-hard and ready.
"Suck it," he found himself urging, pushing his cock at her face. The spermy root slipped along her cheek, leaving a trail of come.
She bent forward and took the sperm-wet cock between her lips, slid her mouth down, down, until all the soft, flaccid flesh was in her mouth. When she had contained it for a brief moment, she released it and proceeded to take each bulging testicle into her mouth as well, one at a time. His genitals dripped her saliva when she was finished, and she smiled.
She grabbed the meat and took it into her mouth, began sucking it deep into her throat, further than a woman ever had before. She was able to swallow all the long, thick, greasy cock without gagging, as if her throat were made for oral sex and not eating and breathing. She took time to lick his balls and jiggle each of those spheres about in her mouth, then she returned to the aching cock, began stripping it furiously, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, her hair flying, bouncing.
"Coming..." he moaned. "Oh, shit, I'm coming again!"
Thick gobs of jism streamed from the end of his prick into her hot, sucking mouth. She swallowed hungrily, but couldn't take it all as drops ran down her chin, dripped on her tits and across her belly.
"No more..." he groaned, "that's enough. I've had it... I've had it all."
"Bullshit," she hissed and rolled her hips over his flaccid cock.
"Well, that's three," Norman Carroll said, sipping a glass of sherry and smiling at the two girls on the sofa across from him. "By the end of the week it will be done."
"Then what happens?" Gin said, sipping her own drink, but avoiding his eyes.
"I win the bet... what else?" Carroll replied.
"You win the bet, Norman, but what happens to us?" April asked.
"I don't know, April. I suppose you go back to [missing text]."
"You know better than that," Gin said. "We're different now... a lot different. You made us that way; you know we couldn't go back to a carney."
"You'll have twenty-five thousand dollars."
"Hell," April said, "that won't last long and you know it."
"Well, there's always hooking," Gin said, rising and crossing to the door, her voice flat and her body slumped in disgust. "We're high class as hell now. Our cunts should be worth a hell of a price until our tits start to sag."
She exited, slamming the door behind her.
"What's wrong with her?" Carroll asked.
"Maybe," April said, "the game's not such a good game any more."
"I don't understand."
"Maybe the real challenge is right here instead of out there."
"I never mix business with pleasure," he said, returning his concentration to the fire.
"We've noticed," April said, exiting the room with the same finality.
He kissed her soft, sweet lips, gently at first, then hungrily. His hands groped, then cupped her breasts as his body trembled with love and eagerness. Her mouth was warm and yielding as was her body. Desire flooded through his body like a surging river.
He loved her. He had never thought it possible, but he knew it had, at last, happened to him.
Hand in hand they crossed the living room of his tiny garage apartment and entered the bedroom. Their eyes on each other made both of them feel that they were almost mated.
Entering the room, she turned to him, put her arms around his neck, and whispered, "Your slave awaits, sire."
"Come on," he growled, "you make me feel like I'm part of the game. Don't make fun of me."
"Oh, darling, I wasn't making fun. I meant it. I love it with you. And I'm gad we're finally doing it together. A good woman wants a good man. And you are a good man, darling. I know you are in many ways... now I'm going to find out in the most important way."
"You really feel that way?" he asked.
"Yes... all right?"
"Yes," he replied, his head nuzzling in the warm, scented flesh of her shoulder.
"Then as long as we both know how I feel, let's both go along with it. Undress me, darling! Throw me on your bed, fuck me, come whenever you want to. Make me your slave tonight, my darling."
He wanted to enjoy all of her for a change, rather than just kisses, glimpses, and hurried feels.
He undressed her.
She stood motionless in the center of the room, offering almost no aid to his fumbling fingers. He sat on the floor, almost in reverence, and reached under her dress. Skillfully, he removed her pantyhose. Next came her shoes. Then he stood and kissed her again.
He ran the zipper downward on the back of her dress. He moved in front of her, took both sleeves and pulled the dress from her body.
She stood before him in matching black bra and panties. He moved back to stare at her beauty. She bit her lip and shot him a look that could only be interpreted as... hurry... hurry!
He groaned and removed her bra. There remained only a pair of sheer panties. They were so thin he could see every cunt hair. He turned her around and sighed as he rolled the panties down from her beautiful buttocks.
He stood back and stared at her.
She looked like a Goddess, inviting but untouchable.
Her breasts were exceptional. Her hips were rounded perfection. He moved around behind her and observed with pleasure the soft curves of her ass. He had often squeezed their lovable softness through her clothes, and now they would be his.
He scooped her in his arms and carried her to his bed. Lowering her to the soft, downy quilts, he stooped and massaged her breasts with his lips and tongue. He swiftly moved to cover her body with his kisses.
"Give it to me," she crooned. "Make love to me... don't just fuck me...! Make love to me!"
He stood and looked down at her, love swelling his pride, his mind, and his cock. She lay on her back, her breasts were still firm and upright even though they were huge and she was relaxed.
God, she was beautiful, he thought, beautiful and his. He could hardly believe it.
He removed his clothes quickly and reached for her knees. Slowly, he opened her legs.
She gasped in anticipation and spread them even wider than he would have dared. He placed one hand on her breast and the other by her side, for balance, and moved his body between her outstretched legs.
He could clearly see the opened pink lips of her moist pussy. Grabbing his pulsating meat, he moved the throbbing head up and down in her seeping crevice. The wetter he got his cockhead, the hotter her cunt became.
He now had a magnificent hard-on and he could see her clitoris enlarging and throbbing with each stroke of his bulbous cockhead.
Easily he pushed his smoldering cock between her cuntal lips. The penetration was as smooth as he had hoped it would be. He had creamed her opening so well that she had barely shuddered when he poured the full length of his hard meat up her cuntal channel.
He made several gentle lunges into her, but her moving hips, combined with her imploring voice, quickly caused him to progress from the gentle lover to the impassioned fucker.
It only took a few strokes of his cock to realize that he was on the verge of the fuck of his life.
He fucked into her pussy as far as the long length of his cock would take him. Her cunt responded, writhing and twisting in slow, controlled movements over the long impaling pole of his cock.
He teasingly circled the plunging hardness of his cock as it thrust deeply into her vagina. With his other hand he found the hard, pulsating bud of her desire-swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly, he teased it back and forth. He fucked into her like a slave trying to please his mistress as he felt her vagina opening up to him now as fully as it would, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
He knew she was ready to come and the heavily sweating man increased the velocity of his strokes into her cunt, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths.
Her straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull him into her pussy more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the obscene sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his pile-driving loins crashed brutally into her hungrily sucking pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily into his mouth. Her breasts seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like bullets.
"OhOhOhOh!" she whimpered as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his plunging rod. He quickened the stroke again, wanting to make this a cum she would remember all her life, one she would never forget!
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her pussy clawing and sucking at his pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it. She was panting like a runner at the end of a race, and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him too.
And then, they came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. She could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles suddenly explode and begin to jerk in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks. His pent-up sperm flooded hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirstily accepting belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low, paganlike groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her fulfillment, and the two of them ground their bodies nakedly against each other.
The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither moved as her sperm-filled vagina slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating penis.
"I love you, April," he said.
"I love you, too, Rocky," she replied.
"Together... just you and I," he said. "No more of this fucking bet shit."
"Yes, lover... anything," she replied, "anything you want."
"And Gin?" he said.
"Gin's a big girl," April replied. "If she decides to fall for the wrong man, she'll have to handle it herself."
Gin handled David Sayer as if he were putty in her hands.
"Fuck me, David Sayer... fuck me so good that I forget Norman Carroll and I'll tell him I failed. I'll tell him that all of you win the bet because you couldn't fuck me. Give me your cock and show me there is more man in the world than Norman Carroll!"
"And what if I don't?" David Sayer said.
"Then you lose," Gin replied. "It's only fair that you lose." She had tears in her eyes. "Call it a bet between you and me. If you lose, I lose."
Gin had thrown away Norman Carroll's game plan and merely went right to his apartment. She had walked in and told him the whole story.
"You're young... you're virile and handsome," she said softly. "Do this to me and for me, and I'll be very grateful to you."
He was numbed by her beauty. He watched the rise and fall of her gigantic breasts. He wanted to ease her down on the bed and kiss her soft, beautiful body.
She sat on his lap, her ripe, warm buttocks squirming on him. She put her arms around his neck, and the next moment her hot lips pressed against his.
His will was paralyzed. She continued to squirm on his lap. The fragrance of her clean, desirable body filled his nostrils.
The next moment her hand fumbled with his zipper. Eagerly, she grasped his penis, rubbed and stroked. His excitement quickly became frantic.
He surrendered to his passions.
He cupped one hot, velvety breast with his hand, feeling the nipple swell beneath his fingers. She sobbed as she clutched his organ and writhed her buttocks on his lap. Suddenly, she stood up, grasping his hand.
She led him to the bed. They undressed.
Sayer was unable to tear his eyes away from her body. Her breasts were ripe and lushly curved, dark nipples erect with passion.
"Hurry!" she begged.
He pushed her onto the bed, and she sobbed and squirmed against his pulsing organ.
The next instant, he had it in her. She moaned and kissed him with burning lips, begging for deeper penetration.
She became a wild woman beneath him, begging him for total gratification, demanding it from him. It was as if she had a sexual devil in her soul that only his cock could purge.
"If you don't slow down a little," he panted, "I'm going to come."
"Yes," she shouted, "come... COME! And then we'll come again and again and again!"
"Oh God," he groaned. "Oh, my God!"
"Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me! Pump your cock into me... pump, pump, pump! That's so good, so real good! Fill me up with your hot lava, fill me, fill me!"
Sayer tried every way he knew how but he couldn't hold it back. His ass jerked in crazy, gyrating ways as it always did just before the end. His arms held her tightly as a wild growl erupted from his lips.
His hard-on became even more immense in her cunt as his cock started to throb. It shook violently as the first ejaculated stream hit the inner walls of her vagina. The thick, white sperm merged with the oozing juices from deep within her to form an orgasm of tremendous power for both of them.
Thrust after thrust filled her until there was hardly any room for more. But she wanted more, much more. She felt his burgeoning head still driving against her womb and her spirits rose. He can do it, she thought, any man could do it for her. She didn't need Norman Carroll. It didn't matter that Norman Carroll could resist her... no other man could.
Their mixed fluids began to trickle from her slit as he rolled off her. They formed a puddle under her ass. His spent cock had already deflated.
Gin wanted more. With her ass rolling in the pool of cum, she wanted only one thing... another fuck. And she wanted it now.
"Again," she said, panting.
"Wait... wait," he stammered.
"No," she said. "Fuck me! Satisfy me! Remember it's five thousand dollars if you don't!"
"The hell with the money," he said, groggily.
"No," she screamed. "Satisfy me... make me come!"
She placed a knee on each side of his body. Her cunt was still dribbling droplets of mixed fluids and a few fell on his cock. She reached for it and rubbed its head on her wet lips. It began to stir at [missing text].
When it was about half hard-on size, Gin thought she could at least shove it into her cunt. Straddling his body, she lowered herself onto him, directing his cock up into her cunt. She came down on him easily and she knew his cock was a long way from reaching the back of her pussy wall. Pumping him with the up-and-down motion of her body did little to increase his sexual appetite and he remained flat on his back with an if-she-wants-it-she's-going-to-get-it attitude.
Gin wanted it and she was going to get it.
Sayer tried to please her, give her what she screamed for. He heaved upward with his body, creaming her cunt a second, and then a third time. She matched his orgasms with her own.
And still she wouldn't stop.
Her mouth covered his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his root, urging him on to more. He was floating, and in pain. It felt as if she would tear his cock from his body.
Then she was atop him, screaming and pounding on his face and chest, tearing at his flesh with her nails.
He managed to roll away from her tormented body but she came right after him. He slapped her once, twice with his open hand. The red talons, deadly in their accuracy, continued to seek out his body.
He doubled his fist and hit her with every ounce of power left in his body.
Gin woke through swimming streams of colored pain. Voices broke through the haze in her mind as did familiar smells. She recognized the familiar odors of her own bedroom in Norman Carroll's apartment.
"Will she be all right, Doctor?"
"Yes, Mr. Carroll. It must have been a nasty fall... and she seems to be suffering from both mental and physical fatigue, but I think with some rest she'll be fine."
"Good, good. Thank you very much, Doctor... and, as I mentioned, you will keep this a... quiet?"
"Of course, Mr. Carroll. Don't I always?"
Gin heard the door close and she opened her eyes.
"Ahh," he said, moving to the bed. "You're awake."
"You were deposited on the doorstep about an hour ago. No explanation... no nothing."
"There's probably a check in my purse," she intoned, a flat hollowness in her voice.
"I found it," he replied, easing himself gently to the bed beside her.
"Are you all right?"
"I guess so."
"I mean do you feel all right?" the doctor said.
She thought she detected real concern in both his face and his voice. Could it be possible, she thought, could he really care about something besides the stupid bet?
Then his voice came back to her... "April was delightful, but she was a little girl. She will always be a little girl. But you're different, Gin. You're a woman, all woman. April really never got into the spirit of it. She and Rocky will eventually grow bored with each other and the wild romance will be over."
"They left, didn't they? Together, I mean?"
"Yes..." he replied. "With a stupid little note. She left a letter for you, too... here."
She took the note and set it on the bedside stand.
"Aren't you going to read it?"
"Later," she said. "How different am I, Norman?"
"What?"
"You said I was different."
"You are," he said. "You're the most desirable, beautiful woman in the whole world."
"Do you really think that?"
"Yes," he whispered, "I do."
"Then prove it," she said, coiling her arms around his neck and bringing his lips down to hers.
Winning was everything to Carroll. That was why he had, up until then, remained aloof from her. She was indeed the most intoxicating woman he had ever seen and he knew that should anything pass between them before the bet was over, it would be difficult to continue to win.
His estimate was correct.
Her kiss was like honey. It was different from other women because it was not only sexual, it was loving and giving. It was the one thing he had always avoided. That, to Norman Carroll, was the only way to win, never accepting or giving anything but sex in a relationship.
Her closeness stirred his senses more than anything or anyone had before. If there was one woman in the world who could alleviate his boredom and satisfy him completely, it was Gin.
He reached for her and felt her warm flesh slide into his arms. Her breasts moved lovingly and tantalizingly only a hair's breadth from his chest. He found the slightest degree of distance between them intolerable.
"Take me," she sighed. "Love me!"
She pulled him to her, opening his robe at the same time. The perfume from between her breasts reached his nostrils as he spread his fingers and slid them down her back. He cupped her buttocks.
She thrust her hips forward, locking his massive erection between her thighs.
He gasped with unbelievable pleasure at the sensations. His mouth flew over her heaving breasts, devouring them with kisses.
Then he made love to her, very gently and very passionately. She reacted to himin the same way.
"Lie on top of me," she moaned. "Don't let me get away. Not ever."
She reached and found his throbbing hard-on. Gently, she guided him into her cunt.
Fingers of desire leaped alive. Her breasts thrust upward. All of her ached to open wide and hold him inside.
She felt his hands beneath her. His palms moved along the sides of her ass.
"Kiss me," she moaned. "Kiss me all over."
Her thighs spread wide, allowing him to sink between, as he buried his long cock within her.
Again and again she came as she felt his hot cum pouring into her.
It had been the ultimate for both of them and both of them knew it.
He rolled away from her.
Winning, he thought, winning.
He rolled back close to her until he could cup her face in his hands. "Only one more... Leslie Thompson. Then it's over," he said.
"What... you mean...? Oh, Christ," she cried, sitting bolt upright in bed.
"Don't worry, Gin," he said, grasping her arm. "As soon as I win the bet, we'll go away someplace together."
"Swell," she said, jumping from the bed and pacing up and down, her face in her hands.
"Paris, Gin," he said, "London, anywhere, anywhere you want to go."
"What good will that do?"
"We'll have won," he said.
"You'll have won, you mean," she said. "And when will you get bored again? Huh? What will you have me do the next time. Who will you have me fuck so we can break up the boredom next time?"
"You know that's not true..." he said.
"How do I know," she said, her eyes finding April's letter. She ripped it open. "Let's see how April finally made up her mind about what to do."
"Look, Gin," Carroll implored, "will you just listen to me?"
Her shrieking laughter interrupted him. She fell to the floor, her eyes dripping tears as high, shrill laugher continued to erupt from her lips. "Oh rich, really rich... you son-of-a-bitch," she said, at last able to regain a portion of her composure.
"What's the matter?" Norman asked, real anxiety in his voice, fearful that she had really flipped.
"It's over... it's all over," she said, "April's already taken care of your bet, and you lose... unless you want to handle it yourself."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"April felt she had to do at least that much for you," Gin said. "She went to Leslie Thompson's apartment... she tried to seduce him... he turned her down. Don't you see the irony in Norman? That old bastard, Leslie Thompson is gay! April couldn't even get him interested!"
Norman Carroll had never been in Leslie Thompson's place. It was awesome in its glitter and femininity.
"I'm so glad you decided to drop over, Norman," Thompson said. "I've been waiting for a long time. When you came up with this boredom business I almost invited you then. But then you had the idea for the bet and I just figured I'd wait and see if you'd come by yourself."
"I don't understand, Leslie," Carroll said. "All these years..."
"Appearances, my dear boy, appearances. God, darling, you look dreadful," Leslie said. "Drink?"
"Yeah, thanks. Listen, Leslie, what if I just said you went along with April? I win the bet and give you your money back."
Leslie paused, the whiskey bottle in his hand, poised in mid-air over a glass. He turned to Carroll, his eyebrows raised in a quizzical stare. "Oh, come now, Norman. You're worth much more than the money to me. Besides, I'm like you... I'm bored without a challenge, it means much more than money to win. Your check is right there on the table."
He crossed the room and handed a drink to Carroll.
"Thanks," croaked Carroll.
"Don't thank me, Norman," Leslie said, reaching out and running his hand up and down the front of Norman's crotch. "We'll be thanking each other pretty soon."
Norman Carroll felt the other man's arm go around his waist. He felt the hand at his crotch. He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as he fell back into the sofa. He felt his hands being lowered.
"Beautiful," Thompson said. "Just beautiful. It's worth waiting for and it's worth paying for."
Once, Carroll thought, just this once. And I've got to win. What else is there? I've got to win. Where did Gin go? Back to Hunt probably. She loses, but I win.
"I win," Carroll said aloud as he felt the head of his cock being enveloped by Leslie Thompson's wet mouth.
