This is a tale of the 'outer city.' Rapidly, relentlessly almost unconsciously, America has created a new form of urban settlement. It is higher, bolder and richer than anything man has yet called city.
Transfixed by the image of bedroom towns in the orbit of true cities, most Americans still speak of suburbs. But a city's suburbs are no longer just bedrooms. They are no longer mere satellites. They are no longer sub.
They are wide, expanding bands, interlinked as cities in their own right. In population, jobs, investment, construction, stores, political power-all the measurements that add up to "urban"-the old inner city is now rivaled, often surpassed, by the new. This is the Outer City.
Madams, pimps, and their girls are capitalizing on this phenonomena, their business is good. Their trade is the same as it has been since time began.
They set up shop in quaint old mansions, or sleek modern apartments, they have no trouble recruiting girls, and less trouble finding clients.
They still resort to blackmail and no one is immune to their vicious profession. Narcotics, white slavery, sadism, and masochism are all there just as they've always been. Read this book as a warning, expecially if you live in the 'outer city.'
Chapter One
Voluptuous Sherry Arthur lay in her huge king sized bed, she was naked but a satin pink bed sheet was drawn over her titties and as the man undressed he began to feel his tool harden just at the sight of the sex queen who paid no attention to him, but rather she was absorbed in the pages of the Wall Street Journal.
The man was a fifty dollar 'trick' and as such he felt she should at least be a little cooperative and friendly. The man now was stripped and his rod stood out like a Fourth of July flagpole.
"I must be your tenth customer tonight," he said, in a matter of fact tone.
"No, you're only my sixth date," the sexv Sherry answered, as she laid her financial newspaper on the floor, and pushed the bedsheet down exposing her most fantastic body. Sherry's skin was white and unblemished, her hair was pitch black, her eyes were sky-blue and were lidded with huge dark hoods. Her pert little nose was classic and just below it was a mouth that was unusually large, her perfectly matched teeth fronted a pink cavern that contained a long and expert tongue, and the mouth was rimmed with crimson red lips that seemed to be tailored for sucking and kissing.
Sherry's body and expertise at eveiy form of sex had made her Milwaukee's most popular whore. Her huge hard tits with their'two inch round pink caps from which protruded equally large teats were enough alone to arouse a male, but when one eyed her whole body he was struck with the jet black pubic hairs that began at her belly button, then spread for five inches across her tummy and then converged between her legs. Her armpits too were decorated with the same textured silky black hair. Her long legs were capped with an ass that was at once firm and deliciously soft and white.
"Why are you always reading when I come in?" the man asked, with a trace of annoyance in his voice.
"I'm always watching my stocks, and the only time I have to study them is between parties, I'm sorry it bothers you big boy, but you have to understand how busy I am," Sherry replied as she began to fondle the 'Johns' genitals.
At her first touch the man forgot his earlier dis- traction and he hungrily searched her open mouth with his tongue as his hands cupped her asscheeks. His hairy chest pressed hard on Sherry's tits and his pulsing prick pressed against her tummy.
The female animal in Sherry re-acted instantly to his maleness and she began to french kiss him back without any restraint, she loved the feel of this man, who wasn't at all attractive to hep except in the fact that he did have a thick long weapon. Sherry loved to fuck at any time and with any man, the bigger the cock, the better she liked it.
The mans tongue slobbered over her neck and then around her titties, and the teats stiffened and throbbed in perfect unison with her cunt. His hands kneaded her buttocks and he separated a finger which he pushed gently but firmly into the tiny aperture that was buried deep in the crack of her ass. His finger fondling brought tremors of desire throughout her body and she pulled his head upwards to bite at his lips and tongue.
Now the man was sweating profusely and his balls were swollen to steel-like hardness, he rubbed his pulsating prick harder and harder into her cunt hairs and the two were passing the stage of reality, as Sherry's cunt had opened wide almost crying for fulfillment.
"Give me your love stick Honey, give it to me now!" creid the panting girl, as she felt her clitoris rubbing hard against the man's cock.
The man eased his hips upwards a bit and dropped his searing prick into her vibrating vagina. Her cuntlips greedily grasped his huge tool and sucked the whole extremity deep inside her. The man tried to hold back to prolong his ecstatic feeling but her vaginal walls wrapped around him tightly and began the age old sex rhythm from which no hard prick has ever escaped.
Sherry's ass moved around and around and up and down, her long red finger nails dug into his back, the cunt musk and her underarm odor mixed together with his maleness and the bed became a sea of sex. By now the man had driven his finger as far as it would go into her asshole and he was pumping away so that the sex-mad Sherry felt like she had two cocks inside her, one in back and one in front.
When Sherry's fingers crept between their crotchs to stroke and pinch his cock the man could hold out no longer, their mouths crushed each other, their tongues twirled in saliva and as her cunt lips tightened the man felt a thunderbolt run from his balls to his prick-head. The thunderbolt was a river of steaming come and it blasted out and into her grateful pussy at the same moment that her entire sex system exploded with a bath of woman come. The prick and the cunt welded themselves into a white hot series of convulsions, every beat of their hearts brought a higher and higher spasmodic delight, until finally they both subsided in a relief of all tension. They lay closely exhausted for a minute, and then she rolled his spent body to the side and nonchalantly walked to the bathroom.
The man wondered how she could have gone through this scene so violently and now be so calm.
"Was that the best fuck you've had tonight?" he asked as he watched her taking her douch.
"No, that wasn't the best nor the worst, you're adequate and that's all, you better hurry and dress Honey, I've got another customer due right now," she replied.
The man wondered how the hell she could put on an act like this, but what he didn't know was that Sherry was an incurable nymphomaniac, she wasn't acting with him at all, she liked to fuck and the more fucks she had in a night the better she liked it.
The long but profitable night was over and Sherry was at home enjoying a luxurious bubble bath while her hussband Bill Arthur stood at the wash bowl finishing his ablutions.
"Did you have a good night Sweetheart?" Bill asked.
"A little better than usual, I did $800.00 dollars," Sherry replied.
"If the stock market holds up we should be ready to make our move pretty soon." Bill commented as he applied the finishing touches to his handsome face with a dousing of Brut.
"In any case we should be able to get out of here in a month, the bank account is bulging Daddy and what's the use of hanging on in this tank town any longer?" Sherry answered as she admired this stud she was married to.
"Get out of the tub and let me dry you off." Bill suggested.s "Sherry stood up, her body glistening with the fragrant oil bath and as she stood before Bill his cock did a slow but firm expansion. He gently patted her white skin with the terry towel until she was dry, dry everywhere except around her sex organ. As Bill toweled her fluffly long cunt hair he thought how desirable she was, he was on his way to the office but her nakedness stirred an unquenchable desire and as his hands slid around her body he couldn't resist a gentle pinch of the tits and a tiny suqeeze of her ass.
"You'll be late for work Dear if you're not careful." Sherry observed, but she too thrilled at the touch of this viril husband, and when Bill gently pushed her towards their bed she didn't resist.
"I'll work a lot better after we tear off a piece Honey." Bill said as he quickly dropped his trousers.
The lovers joined their genitals as if they were magnetized, Bill's huge hard cock slipped, effortlessly into Sheriy's wet cunt and after only a few very short and expert rams he blew his load, Sherry came a split second after she felt the burning gism from his cock and even though she had spent twelve hours servicing men of eveiy description this last one was as good as the first had been.
Bill hopped up to wash up and re-don his pants, Sherry lay still and content in their bed. When Bill had left the house Sheriy's mind went back to their discussion in the bathroom. Ten years of whoring had made her a rich girl at twenty-five, and for the last three years she had been planning a way to make even more money.
Sherry had married Bill only because he fit into her future plans. She had met Bill while both were on vacation, it was love at first sight on his part, and she looked at eveiy man the same way, purely as the best way to satisfy her uncontrollable sexual desires. Bill was well hung and it didn't take her long to teach him how to use his tongue, she made a lover out of him in three nights. When Bill proposed she told him of her profession and happily he was not offended.
They had been married before they returned to Milwaukee and on their return they settled down together, both continuing their regular employment. Sherry fucked all night, and Bill worked at a Stock and Bond house all day. The set-up was ideal for both, Bill was free to date whatever girl he wanted to with no questions asked, and not only did he approve of her profession, he helped her get clients.
She curled up in the bed and unconsciously her fingers crept to her clit, and as her mind worked over her plans she stroked her hardening woman prick. Her plans to buy a big house in the Chicago suburbs was now about ready for execution. A mansion in the right section of the suburbs should enable her to triple her income, providing she was able to recruit girls who could fit into that high society life. Bill should be a great help in setting up her exclusive bordello. As she drifted off to sleep she froze her plan to go to a real estate agent in Chicago that afternoon and purchase the house she needed.
Chapter Two
Constance Travers (called Connie by her friends) sat pensivejy alone in her easy chair and stared out at Lake Michigans blue expanse. The tiny whitecaps seemed to hypnotize her as they broke in never ending monotony. The pounding in her brain was as unceasing as the whitecaps, no matter how hard she tried to re-direct her thoughts she found her thoughts going straight back to her husband.
Harry Travers, her husband had walked out on her a week ago and she hurt terribly whenever she thought of the incident, which right now was her only and constant thought. Harry was her whole life and he had been for the many years they were together, marriage seemed to bring them even closer together at first, and then little by little Harry had grown further and further away from her.
Connie was as gorgeous a woman as any man could want, her long blond hair framed her seductive, yet noble face, and her body was molded motion. Her long legs and perfectly shaped torso were topped off with a pair of globes that made strong men drool when she appeared in a bathing suit. She was completely aware of her outstanding beauty and she had guarded her body well, up to and after her wedding. Sex juices had flowed through her loins since she was twelve-years-old and she had perfected masturbation to the point where she could climax herself in a very short time.
Her puritanical mother had warned her from her infancy of how terrible intercourse was and the girl had spent her life in mortal fear of having a penis inside her precious pussy. She had naively thought that sex between her and Harry would be painless and when done would produce pregnancy. She loved Harry enough so that she was willing to let him violate her once a year or so, no matter how painful and degrading it might be.
When, on their wedding night Hariy had more or less raped her she had become frightened to the point where she had considered suicide. It seemed that Harry had altogether different ideas about sex than she had, and after their first night together Connie had become frigid.
Harry had tried every trick in the art of love to make her come around but all to no avail. Connie thought it shameful for Harry to touch her titties, and when he had almost stroked her pussy she had jumped out of bed in a state of shock. She thought she had married a brutal beast.
Connie looked around at her beautiful mansion, her dream house of love where she thought she would live in heavenly bliss with her wonderful husband. The house was the same but every shred of happiness had been stripped from it's magnificent rooms and furnishings. She almost hated the house now and it seemed to be haunted with Harry's ghost.
Connie pictured Harry with another woman just now, and he might be doing the things he had wanted to do with her. Her mothers words came back to her over and over "men are all alike, all they want is to defile women, to make her subservient and in the process eveiy women must suffer." Well she hand't let Harry defile her but she had lost him it seemed.
Harry had never been physically rough with Connie, rather he had tried with the patience of a Saint to coax her into accepting normal sex with him, and the more Connie thought about it the more she began to think that maybe her mother was wrong about men, maybe she should have let Harry have his way with her.
She did get a thrill when Harry lay close to her and when he kissed her, her little pussy twitched and got very wet, it was really mental anguish that stopped her from letting Harry have his way, if only she could overcome that mental block she might be able to handle him, well anyway he was coming to visit her tonight and she was determined to tiy her hardest to enjoy sex with her burly young husband.
Their romance had been filled with tenderness, Hany had never insisted on pre-marital sex, in fact had only suggested it once, marriage to Connie had looked like a soft and safe nest where she would be treated like her mother had treated her all her life, why oh why, she thought was it all so different.
Tonight she was going to tiy her utmost to cooperate with Hany and she prayed she could go through with every desire Harry might come up with. The day was ending and Connie began preparing herself for the ordeal of the evening, she bathed and made up her hair and face in the most seductive way possible before dressing in her newest evening frock.
Hany sat in a chair acoss from their king sized bed and stared at his frigid beauty who now lay naked and quiet in the middle of the bed. It was three in the morning and Harry was deep in thought. Last night he had tried eveiything he could think of to enjoy Connie's fantastic loveliness. His huge and tortured penis had eventually found it's way into her wet cunt but only after hours of pleading and begging. Hany wanted and needed a great deal more from Connie than she had given him if the marriage was to survive.
"Harry," she said softly, "What's wrong, why aren't you in bed?"
"What's the point in going to bed, I need to make love, not sleep."
"But we did make love, aren't you satisfied Harry?"
"Of course I'n not satisfied, you only made love to pacify me, not to enjoy it yourself, I need much more than you gave tonight."
"Harry, you talk like sex is all there is to marriage."
"No I realize there is a lot more to it than that, but you'll forgive me if I say that sex is a damn important part of marriage, and I'll say further that you don't seem to be able to meet me even one-tenth of the way. I'm sorry as hell Connie, I do love you veiy much, but this is too much."
"I've tried my best with you Harry, and you did come inside me last night, what on earth do you want from me anyway?"
"Yes dear you did try and I appreciate it, but I need to be loved in every way possible between man and woman, I want to fuck good, I want the whole ball of wax."
"You're mind must be in the gutter, how dare you say those things to me, I think you're drunk, now come to bed and let's forget the whole evening."
"No, Connie you are wrong, I can't forget it and if you insist on your present line of thought we're going to have to do something drastic."
"Like what, do you mean divorce?"
"No, I don't mean divorce, but I do think we should separate for a time and perhaps we'll be able to readjust."
"You're not giving us a fair chance," Connie replied with more than apprehension in her voice, she was frighteened.
"Tonight was the proof that we can't continue as we are, I'm going to pack and move into our apartment in Chicago, sorry darling but that's the way it is."
Connie was still wide awake at noon, the sun was bright and the day looked cheerful and grand, but for the sleepless beauty the world was horrible. She reflected back over eveiy single moment of the night, and she thought with horror'how terrible it was that men had to be such beasts. She knew that sleep was impossible, she didn't dare call her friends or her mother, what could she do to dispell this gloom that had taken such a grip on her.
She got up and took a long shower, re-made her classic face, and donned a chic frock, one she bought because it was Harry's favorite color, blue-green. After she finished dressing' her mind suddenly was struck with an idea. . . why not go next door and visit her new neighbors, there had been quite a bit of noise over there last night, she would knock on their door and use the pretext of complaining about the noise they had made. At least she would have someone to talk with, and who knew, they might turn out to be nice people.
Connie paused to admire herself in the huge bedroom mirror, she let her eyes slowly soak in the beauty of her reflection, her hands touched her hair, then her throat, and then uncontrollably her hands cupped her lovely breasts, she slid her fingers under the light silken material and she began to fondle the nipples that were so perfectly round and so ex-traorinarily large and beveled away from her firm hard titties.
A minute or two of this squeezing and kneading and the teats on both titties rose out straight and long from both nipples, the length and the thickness of her teats were pricklike and she began to jack them off, just as a man would massage his penis. Her reflected image on the mirror was a joy for her to watch, and shaking her shoulders and ass was about all it took for her remove her frock. Now standing and looking in the mirror she could realize just how sexy and seductive her body was.
One hand kept fondling at her titties while the other hand removed her bra and her tiny pants. She was totally naked now and her inner excitement at her own cunt and her huge titties was becoming too much. She lifted one heavy globe upwards to her mouth and wrapped her mouth around the pulsing teat.
Her tongue whipped out and she lavisly covered the luscious prick-tipped melon with saliva, she sucked, and lapped, and licked at her little pricks. First the right, then the left, all the while helping with meaningful slow manipulation that resembled nothing as much as a male who masturbates with complete expertise.
The saliva ran down her flat belly into her pretty little navel filling and overflowing the indentation until it ran like a little stream into her blond, pubic flufimess, soon her heated attack on her titties increased, she could feel her saliva reaching the top of her cunt, where her clit was already hot and hard.
Below her clit, her cunt-lips were trembling, and inside the partially inflamed lips her cunt walls began to excude the delightful pre-come juices that gave off the sex odor she loved so well. Suddenly she dropped one hand to her crotch, probed her cunt ever so lightly, and raised the hand back to her mouth.
Her nostrils quickly absorbed the delightful faint cunt musk, and her tongue quickly lapped up the tiny cunt wetness, and this was the signal her brain had needed for her to go into her long practiced ritual of masturbation. Connie it seemed would never need a man to excite her, she was too happy with her own narcissistic sex practice.
Holding one tittie to her swirling, whirling tongue, she used her other hand to begin the slow and beautiful ceremony of jacking off her pussy. Two fingers opened the cuntlips, while a third ran along the side walls of the long slit. She scooped up a finger-full of cunt juice and brought it straight to her eager mouth, the odor of her cunt and the taste of her juices made her forget entirely all of her differences of the night before.
As she increased her finger fucking, she increased the flow of cunt juice and soon she was able to insert three fingers inside the now searing hot pussy and bring up a goodly amount to her mouth. She trailed her sopping wet fingers all around her titties where in turn she licked and lapped at the lovely nipples. The fire of sex now ran from her mouth to her titties, down to her navel and then on to her hot box.
Connie stretched on the floor in front of the mirror and in this position she could spread her legs and see the depths of her throbbing cunt. A finger dripping with cunt juice went down a bit lower and found her tight little asshole, it entered the asshole, pumped a couple of times and then it traveled up to her quivering nostrils where it smelled so good when it mixed with cunt musk.
Now the fires of sex were burning throughout Connie's genitals and were creeping up from her titties into her brain, suddenly it seemed her whole being came alive with the unbounded joy of the only sex she had really known. Strangely at this moment she did think of Harry's huge cock and had he been there he would have suffered an attack from this female who was in terrific heat.
Connie's middle finger had settled down to a regular beat on her clitoris and the jungle-like manipulation was carrying her to a new high of pleasure. Her titties were almost bursting with sex-pain, her asshole was inflamed, her long cunt was a chasm of fire and her clit itself was bursting with pent-up gism.
Connie knew her masturbating was wrong, she had been forbidden to even touch herself there from her childhood on, and it was this masochistic and sadistic pleasure that hightened her supreme feeling when at last her cunt did explode. Gism poured out of her pussy like a geyser and as fast as it spouted she kept up with it. She waited the split second it took to fill her hand, then she rushed the hand to her mouth.
The mixture of shit and gism gave off the most sexy smell to the fanatical girl that it increased her climaxes with every breath she took, and it wasn't till she had climaxed steadily for an hour that she slacked off her frantic attack on her cunt. At last her thrashing body had had enough, or perhaps she was just exhausted, in any case she lay still and comtemplated her next move.
Her original idea of going next door still appealed to her, so she re-bathed, re-dressed and started over to her new neighbors house. Her mind and her body felt ever so much better for her self-abusing little hour. Connie was ready for anything. She knocked on the door of the house next door.
"Come on in" Sheny called from somewhere near the door.
"I'm Constance Travers from next door," she announced as she pushed open the massive front door, "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all," replied Sherry as her eyes went all over this lovely creature, "We've been here for a couple of weeks and we meant to go over to your house, but we didn't see anyone around, have you all been at home?"
"As a matter of fact we haven't, I've been on a trip to New York," Connie replied.
"Well, we moved here from Milwaukee and we've just now got the house in order, it's quite a job to move, I hate it, but now we're glad to be here, I've always liked Chicago and we're veiy close to it here," Sheny answered.
"This is a nice house, we knew the people that lived here before you, I guessed they moved to the west coast. Anyway welcome to the neighborhood." Connie said.
"I'm having a 'pick-me-up,' you'll join me, won't you?" Sheny offered as she was studying her neighbor with great interest.
"Thank you, I will, I'm not feeling well at all."
Sherry disappeared into the rear of the house and returned with two large glasses filled with ice, vodka, and tonic water. Connie gratefully accepted the drink and took a big swallow of the refreshing drink.
"What does your husband do Connie?" inquired Sherry as the two girls relaxed.
"Nothing, he just looks after his inheritance, but that doesn't take much of his time, mostly he just plays golf and sails, and travels."
"That must be a nice life. My husband is a stock broker and he goes to work every day" Sherry answered.
Connie was unaccustomed to drinking, and on her empty stomach she felt the effects of the vodka rather rapidly.
"We'd like to have you and your husband over tonight for our party, won't you come?" Sherry said, as she picked up Connie's empty glass and made for the kitchen and two re-fills.
"I'm afraid that's impossible inasmuch as my husband and I have just split up today," Connie replied, and her slurred speech bespoke that she wasn't much of a drinker.
"That sounds serious, care to tell me about it?" Sherry asked.
"Well we've been on the verge of a split ever since we got married and I'm certain it's all my fault." Connie said in a tipsy voice but in a manner that said she wanted to talk.
"Please tell me about it if vou want to, I'm a sympathetic soul, and maybe I can offer some solution." Sherry suggested.
Connie had been well impressed with her new friend and neighbor, Sherry seemed to be so full of life and a real happy person, what harm would it be to discuss her problem. The drinks made Connie a lot more loosed tongued than she was naturally. Her true outlook was prudish and prim at all times, inherited no doubt from her man-hating mother.
"To be truthful our trouble has been sex." Connie stated.
"Don't tell me you've married a queer?" Sherry asked.
"Anything but!" exclaimed the naive Connie, who really didn't know what a queer was.
"No offense darling, but there does sec to be a lot of that going on these days, please forgive my error." Sherry said with a sympathetic but terribly curious voice.
"What is a queer, anyway?" Connie asked.
"A queer is a man who is homo-sexual, certainly you've heard of that, even though you've never seen one." Sherry replied to the younger girl.
"Yes, I have heard of that, but my husband must be the exact opposite of a queer because all he wants to do is fuck." Connie said, and she surprised herself at her use of the four letter word, a word she had learned from her husband.
"God, that's no complaint at all, you're a lucky girl and you don't know it, fucking is the greatest pleasure any wife enjoys, do you mean you don't like to fuck?" Sherry said with great interest. Sherry knew plenty about this type of woman. . . their husbands were herr best customers.s "I have tried my best to please my husband, but the thought of his big thing going inside of me just leaves me cold, thruthfully I have no desire to fuck. Maybe there is something seriously wrong with me." Connie said, and as she said it she wondered how Sherry handled her husband.
While Connie was talking, Sherry was thinking about how easy it would be for her to teach this simple girl the joys of sex, no woman was frigid, it was just that some women had to be treated differently for them to appreciate sex. Sherry knew that once this girl was broken in she would be a terrific lay, and if she could break her in to her new business it would be highly profitable.
"Honey you really need to concentrate on sex if you want to get your husband back, I think I can help you if you'll follow my advice, most times the trouble with girls is that they just never have reached a climax, and they don't know how good it feels." Sherry said.
Connie couldn't resist an inward smile at that remark. She knew how great it felt to climax, and she had known about it since.she was telve years old when she had had her first real wet climax. It was just that she couldn't equate a man's penis and the wonderful feeling she got when she jacked off. Jacking off was gentle and controlled and it lasted so long, fucking though was rough and fast and didn't seem to be related to climaxing at all.
"Well if you can save our marriage I'll follow your advice Sherry, I'm really desparate about the situation, what do you suggest I do first?"
"Well you come to the party tonight and by then I'll have thought of something for sure." Replied Sherry.
"I can't come to the party without thout my husband, what will the other couples think?" Connie replied.
"Don't worry about that darling, it's my party and I'll take care of you all the time, I'm sure you won't know my quests so there is no cause for you to feel embarrassed." Sherry said.
"Well, if you're sure I won't be in the way I'll come, it's very lonely in my house with no one there but the servants."
"Don't you give it a second thought Connie, just come and have a good time, you won't regret it, and it'll make me happy to have you."
"Thanks so much." Connie said in a definite tipsy voice.
"You go home and get some rest baby, get yourself ready for a real blast tonight." Sherry said as she led the tired and slightly tight beauty to the door.
Connie wandered back across the two lawns and she really was ready for bed. The drinks, the jacking off, plus the fact she had no sleep for so long had taken a toll, Connie needed rest badly. She wondered what kind of party she had been invited to, certainly the people must be nice, no one could live in this neighborhood unless they were nice people.
Connie fell into bed and was soon lost in oblivion.
Chapter Three
Connie woke up with a throbbing hangover. She telephoned Sherry to make sure she was invited to the party. Sheriy told her she was more than welcome and to hurry on over. Connie filled her bathtub with warm water and slipped her fantastic naked body into the warm bubbly water. She soaped her body with the white fluffy soap and the feel of the soap was delightful all over.
Her hand strayed .for a moment to her pink pussy and she fondled the 'man in the boat' with a longing that she knew would not happen, for if she began a masturbation session right now she'd never make it to the party. Without wasting too much time she stepped out of the sudsy bath and toweled her white skin dry.
Connie selected a dress that was made to en- tice, it was jet black, no back at all, and veiy low cut in the front. The skirt bottomed out about one inch below her pussy and it revealed her entire ass when she turned quickly, she did wear black panties though so the viewers would not be able to get a 'peek at the heater' in its natural, state.
Soon the delectable society darling was again knocking on Sherry's front door. This time the door swung open and Sherry stood gasping at her visitors striking beauty. Connie was easily the most chic and gorgeous girl Sherry had ever seen and the thrill of having her show up was apparent when she welcomed Connie with a hug and a kiss.
Sherry was dressed even more scantilly than Connie if that was possible. Sherry's titties were exposed completely, and her hot pants were made of a translucent fabric that did little to hide her thick black bush of cunt hair. Connie had never seen a woman dressed in such a costume. In bordello language, Sherry was wearing 'joint clothes,' that is specially made dresses that whores wear when plying their trade.
Connie was taken back by Sheny's nearly nude dress but there was so much noise and bright lights that everything seemed to blur at once and Connie didn't take time to think, she only reacted. Directly behind Sherry was a man who looked like an outdoors type, he was tall, tanned and resembled a banker or Doctor.
"Meet my husband Bill, Bill meet Connie," and as she spoke someone called her away.
Bill sized up the new chick and he was pleased with what he saw. This Connie didn't vaguely resemble the whores he had seen his wife with, but knowing his wife, nothing surprised him in the slightest. Connie was a bit surprised to find this man was Sherry's husband, he looked a bit too old and sophisticated for Sherry, but then, she thought, who knows who is attracted to who.
"You must be a new girl her tonight," said Bill as he took Connie's hand and led her into the living room.
The way that Bill was squeezing her hand made her wonder what kind of man she was with, and how come Sherry would let her husband do it in her own home. Connie noticed that Sherry was returning now and that she had a warning look in her eye.
"All right Bill leave this girl alone, she happens to be our neighbor and this is the first party of ours she's been invited to, come Connie I want to intro-duce you around to some of my friends." Sherry said she led Connie away from Bill and into the main living room.
Connie, as a north shore Chicago debutante, and later as a post deb had been to hundreds of parties at the very best clubs and home's of the city, and she couldn't recall anything like this party at any time. The house had been wired for music that must have come from a hi-fi that was controlled re- motely, and the music was turned up loud, the band was playing the latest type of rock-and-roll music. The lighting was extremely bright and gaudy.
The music and the lights were shocking, but when Connie looked at the people she was really taken back. There were about ten men and about thirty girls present. All of the men were fifty or older, and none of the girls were more than her own age. The men were dressed in very conservative clothes, denoting their obvious affluence.
The girls that Connie saw were all dressed either in mini-mini skirts or tiny tiny hot pants. The men were clustered in groups and all were surrounded by the girls who seemed to be making overtures toward the men. It was a strange and different party than any she had attended before. Connie stopped and took Sherry's hand, and as she did so she noticed that Sherry was a bit tight.
"Sherry, tell me, why are there so many older men, and so many young girls here, no one seems to match up," she asked quizlically.
"Well honey, all these men are my friends, I also know most of the girls, we have the most fun at these parties, just wait and you'll see for yourself." Said Sherry with a hint of fun in her voice.
"What do these older men see in these young girls, and for that matter, what do the girls see in the older men?" Connie asked as she gazed around at the drinking, talking assembly.
"Well, these older men make the best lovers you know, and the younger girls appreciate a good fuck, after all, look at your case, your husband is close to your age and what can he do for you?" replied Sherry.
"I hope your not suggesting that I don't love my husband, are you Sherry?" said Connie as she wondered more and more just what was going on here, the whole party had a very suspicious air about it as far as she had seen. Connie was wondering too if Sherry thought that she might be interested in one of these older men.
"No honey, I know you love your husband just as I love my Bill, but Sweetie, a little sex whould never interfere with love. If you could see your Bill right now I'll bet you'd see him screwing some dame somewhere, especially if he's as virile as you've described." Sherry replied as she wondered just how to break this dumb society bitch into her circle of'girl friends.'
Everyone seemed to be drinking heavily at the party, and Connie made up her mind to be very careful with the booze, after all she had gotten tight once today already and she couldn't afford to get tight twice in one day, anyway two drinks made her drunk and she was determined to make her one drink last for the whole night.
"Where do these girls come from, I've never seen any of them before?" Connie asked of Sherry.
"These girls are working girls, girls who just to have a good time, they come to my parties all the time and they do enjoy themselves to the utmost." Sherry answered.
"Well, how about the men, who are they and where do they come from?" Connie pressed on with her questions.
"The men are all business men who we've met in the business world, either through my husband or through his friends. These men seem to haw a lot more fun here than they do with their wives, most of them have frigid women at home, here they can meet girls who know what it's all about." Sherry replied.
"Connie's mind was suddenly clear and alert, she had never seen or heard of a party like this, she had no idea that the girls were there to -make money or that her neighbor was in reality as high class procuress, but she did have a very queasy feeling about everything that was going on.
"Come on Connie, take a drink and relax, loosen up a little and get acquainted with some of my guests, they won't bite you, and you may have a lot of fun." Sherry urged.
Without being too obvious Connie noticed that the men would go off with one of the girls from time to time and this too bothered her so she asked
Sherry about it.
"Oh hell, these couples sometimes get horny and they go off to a bedroom to have some private fun, there's nothing wrong in that you know, besides when they do that the girls are always rewarded with some little present or favor. As working girls, most of them find it hard to meet men, here they meet them, have a good time and it costs them nothing. Some of these older men can be terrific lovers too." Sherry explained.
By listening to Sherry's explanation and by watching the people and their behavior Connie was beginning to get the drift, but she didn't yet realize that the girls were whores, she was under the impression that the men and the girls were simple sex crazed people who met here for secret trysts. Now that she had it figured out she decided to accept her second drink of the evening and watch the proceedings.
"Let me introduce you to one of these handsome men Connie, you're too uptight, maybe a little sex will make you feel better, especially after what went through last night with your husband." Sherry said.
"Oh no, don't do that, even though I've split temporarily with my husband I am still married to him and I wouldn't think of being unfaithful to him." Connie replied, but her voice showed a trace of the two drinks.
"Oh Jack, come on over here, I want vou to meet a friend of mine, she's a married woman, so watch your step." Sherry called out to a grey haired man nearby.
"Have no fear Connie dear, he's a harmless peril and he wants to meet you, -I aught it up a little and forget your troubles."
Sherry introduced the older Jack to Connie and she suddenly disappeared.
Jack Pearson was a rugged man in every respect, he wasn't too tall but he was built solidly, wide shoulders, big arms and legs, flat belly and a heavy coat of tan. His eyes crinkled when he smiled and he exuded strength of character as well as strength of body, he was obviously a man of strong will, used to having his own way in everything he did.
Connie felt comfortable with this older man and when he pressed her third drink into her hand she accepted it wouthout a qualm, after all this man was a little like her own father. What Connie didn't know was that Jack. Pearson was on SheiTy's list of preferred clients, and he was a five hundred dollar 'trick' whenever Sherry could produce an exceptional girl.
Jack had already paid Sherry the five hundred on the basis of 'no fuck-full refund.' Jack, like a few other very rich men, got more of a thrill 'making' a girl and was more than willing to pay for it. Sherry's girls never got less than two hundred a trick of which Sherry got half. The business was very good and Sherry was coning money.
Actually Connie liked Sherry, Sherry was an extroverted fun person, she was full of life and seemed to be as happy as anyone Connie had ever met. Sherry had been a 'fun' person since she was thirteen years old. Sherry's first fuck had been at the age of thirteen, and two years later she started selling her ass, now at twenty-five she was a highly successful Madam.
Sherry had worked in five dollar houses at first, but as her reputation as a good lay and her figure developed her price had gone up until she became the number one whore in Milwaukee with her own pad and clientele and with a minimum price of fifty dollars for a short party. By saving her money, and investing in the stock market Sherry had a net worth of half a million before moving to Chicago's swankiest suburb.
If Sherry's business continued the way it had started in the big town she was certain to triple her fortune in a year. She loved the operation as she could fuck the men who appealed to her and she made a least a hundred on every other lay that was had in her house. There was no shortage of men, and there were more girls available than she could use.
Sherry's husband was great at lining up girls. He would be called a pimp in lower circles of prostitution, but at Sherry's level of operation he was more of a contact man. Bill could meet young girls in any bistro in Chicago, he'd take them out lavishly, and then introduce them to Sherry. Sherry would explain her operation and if the girls wanted to come in they- did. Never was any force use on a newcomer, but if the girls stayed with Sherry for a time anything would go in keeping them in line.
Sherry's new house was perfect for her business, as there were ten bedrooms and ten baths. Maids kept the place spotless and cooks always had snacks , and food on the stove for anyone who got hungry. The house had a bar in every bedroom, and of course liquor was as free as the food, as she could well afford to offer refreshments gratis.
Sherry's mansion was set back from the road at least a hundred yards so there was plenty of parking space and outwardly the place looked just like any other millionaires residence. It was a safe place for a whore house. Every big city suburb has at lease one 'Sherry's,' and seldom are they bothered by the law, as Civic officials are usually among the best customers, Sherry had at least three Chicago judges this very night.
Jack had admired Connie from the very beginning, eveiything Sherry had said about her was true. . . beautiful, young, totally naive, in fact almost a virgin. As Jack looked her over he knew he'd be ably to lay her, it would just take a little smoothness in the approach, but smoothness was Jack's middle name, if a girl got even a little tight around this old wolf she was a goner and Connie was already tipsy on only three drinks.
"Where do all these people go when they disappear Mr. Pearson?" Connie inquired of the nice Mr. Pearson.
"They pair off to have fun in the bedrooms." Pearson replied.
"That sounds pretty bad Mr. Pearson, do you approve of that?"
"Connie please don't call me Mr. Pearson, call me Jack, and yes I always approve of people doing what they want to do, don't you?"
Connie was by now really high and the way Jack had replied to her question it sounded alright. As the drinks took effect the whole place and the people in it were becoming a blur, yet she did retain her sense of balance to a pretty good degree, but Jack seemed nice as anyone she'd ever met, and she decided to go along with him on his statements.
As Jack surveyed this delicious morsal of femininity he became hotter and hotter, her huge breasts stood out straight and he thought of how good it would be to suck and fondle those titties in privacy. Connie's ass too was something to gaze at, her long tapered legs would be something to feel wrapped around his body. Jack made up his mind that he had to have this sex symbol or he'd die in the trying.
Just standing next to Connie gave old Jack a semi hard-on, and as he inhaled her warm body odors mixed with her seductive perfume he became more and more anxious to get in her panties thank God she was getting tight he thought, this one wouldn't even speak to him sober. Jack's arm circled Connie's waist and he started to lead her to the rear of the parlor.
"Where are you taking me?" Connie asked.
"To the bedroom sweetheart, let's go."
"Not me Mr. Pearson, I'm going straight home."
"Not yet Connie," he said, grinning, "We're going in here."
A little upset, but still not scared, she felt herself pushed into a bedroom where the lights suddenly came on and she saw a couple on the bed.
There, completely nude, was Bill Arthur and a girl from the party. Connie gasped and took a deep breath while the pair looked up and smiled at her, then returned to each other with renewed passion. The girl, redheaded and long legged, held her legs high in the air while Bill kneeled between her upraised thighs and gently rocked back and forth, his long thick penis gliding easily in and out of the girls exposed vagina.
"Bill!" she whispered while visions of her best friend crying and going through the horrors of divorce whirled through her mind. "My God!" In your own house. . .with your wife just a few steps away... how could you?"
"No pain, honey," he panted, continuing his obscenely public act while he talked. "Sherry invited her just for me: she always saves one for me."
"That's crazy. . . impossible," she hissed, but as she watched them rocking back and forth ... panting and whispering obscenities ... his massive rigid penis sliding in and out of the girls soft, hair-lined pussy, glistening with the hot moistures of sex ... she knew it wasn't really impossible at all, especially after the way Sherry had talked earlier in the evening.
Connie stepped backwards, unable to take her eyes from the lewd scene ... it was horrible, awful.. .ugly ... but still her eyes would not look away. Then suddently she bumped into something behind her and jerked her head to see Jack grinning while he removed his tie. His face frozen with a sexual glaze, he stared at her penetratingly, boring through her brain with his glassy eyes. His figure, almost fatherly, when she had met him, had suddenly become frightening as they stood near the copulating couple, and she realized now that he was quite serious when he had said they were going to bed.
His hand raised toward her shoulder and the thin fabric of her dress, but she was too frightened to move, she stood quietly until he touched the bare skin on her neck.
"No," she cried, then again louder, "No! Stop it!"
Spurred by fear ... a fear not so much of adultery and sex, as a fear of the unknown ... she suddenly turned and bolted for the open door, hearing a loud tearing sound as she broke into the hallway and ran toward the living room. Her legs, unable to navigate in their wobbly dmnkeness, tripped over each other, slowing her intended escape. She wanted to get out now, before it was too late. This house was strange, dirty and obscene, and the people in it were too diferent from anyone she had ever known before. Sherry and Bill approving of adultery; Jack and his friends ... old married men, wealthy and yet acting like teenagers; the girls ... all of them young and voluptuous, moving from bedroom to bedroom with complete strangers ... She couldn't comprehend anything other than that. This house wasn't a home; it was a house. But what kind of a house?
"Whoa," Jack's voice commanded slowly from behind her, and she. felt his hand on her bare shoulder pulling her to a halt. His sweating palm gripped her where her dress should have been, and she suddenly realized that the ripping sound she heard was the top left half of her dress. Now her one tittie was hanging out and quite visible in the soft light of the room where she was standing. She hastilv tried to cover herself as best she could bv wrapping the tiny bit of material over her upper torso.
The half naked girl stood trembling and frightened half out of her wits, tears formed in her huge eyes and started to flow out the comers where her eyelids met. When Jack saw her tears he was momentarily upset and felt a slight twang of pity for her, but when his mind thought of how good she'd be in bed he quickly discarded his conscience. After all this new girl was something very special, his prick throbbed just at the idea of fucking her. Jack put his arms around Connie and spoke very gently.
"Don't worry dearest, I'd never hurt you, you're safe with me, just relax, everything's going to be all right." And he kissed her wet cheek.
"Mr. Pearson, you must realize that I'm not anything like those other girls, I'm almost a new bride, I live right next door here and if my husband were to find us I don't know what he'd do, he's a very violent man I assure you, just let me go home please Mr. Pearson."
"I told you not to call me Mr. Pearson, I'm Jack, your friend, remember?, by the way where is your husband? Didn't he come to the party?"
"Truthfully I don't know where is is right now, we've had a lovers spat and he left for a few days, but he'll be back, I wish he were here right now." Connie replied in a tone of voice that bordered on hysteria.
Connie had had a few scares before in her life, but never one like this, she was absolutely scared almost out of her skin. What a time for her husband to be gone she thought, if he were here everything would be all right, Harry would put a stop to all this but fast'. God, where was he now?
Harry was a tower of strength and her one protector and she had let him go. Why. . .why. . .why? Oh, if he were only beside her, close to him was the best, the wannest, the most secure, as a matter of fact the safest place in the world for her, she thought. She thought of how many times she had traveled to the Bahamas, Mexico, and all over the United States with her husband and how always she had felt safe and secure. Somehow, some way she had to get away from this awful place.
"Jack," she pleaded, "will you take me away from this awful place, please."
"Certainly Connie," he replied instantly and led her to the door. He'd take her home all right, but only so he could have her in complete privacy, away from interruptions and distractions. He knew he was going to seduce her and without words, although he realized it would not be easy. He'd get her hot pants off and he'd shove his stiff prick right up her cunt if it was the last thing he ever did. She'd beg him to fuck her, she'd scream for more until they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Jack Pearson was certain his fate for the night was secure.
"Hey Jack, where are you going with that cute little cunt?" cried out one of his pals from the semi-darkness.
"Yea, old man," laughted another. "What are you going to do to her that you won't let us see? Gonna fuck her standing on your head?"
The dirty words these rotten old men had used shook Connie up all the more. These people were impossible and she couldn't wait to get away from all these obscenities. She was very, very glad to get out of that awful house. A thousand thoughts flashed across her mind, but no thoughts were as strong as the thoughts of her husband and of how much she loved him and respected him and how protective he was.
Chapter Four
Connie stood outside on the lawn, but Connie was too weak to run or even walk right now, at least she had escaped the confines of the house, now only if she' could make back to the safety of her own home she would be safe, safe from the sadistic people who had tried to make her do things like they did.
Connie's emotion filled body was racked with tears and prayers, dear God, why did this have to happen to her? Connie leaned against the white criss-cross fence that ran between the two properties and waited for her strength to return, all she needed was enough strength to reach her front door.
Through the shadows she noticed a figure wandering around the front of the house she had just left, if she were to run toward her house that figure, who ever it was would be able to catch her, the figure now came closer and she became even more frightened when she identified the dark shape of Mr. Pearson, he was the one following her.
The Travers' house was only the front of a huge estate, really a horse farm, and just a hundred yards behind the house was the stable, and right now the stable was closer to Connie than the house, she thought she might make a break for the stable where she'd be safe from the pursuing man, but as she realized that he could see her junning she decided to sit tight until he left the area.
Old Jack, as tight as he was, still seemed to have built in radar because he lurched directly on a more or less straight line smack up to the spot where Connie stood. Connie held her breath, and prayed as hard as she had ever prayed in her life. Jack came right up to her and put his arms around her shivering shoulders.
"I wondered where you had gone Connie, you shouldn't be out here in the dark, it's dangerous, let me take you home." He said with a ring of true sincerity in his voice.
"Please let me go Jack." Connie sobbed, her tears were splashing down her cheeks, and her body was a bundle of frightened nerves. "My husband might be home, just turn me loose, and I'll be able to get home under my own steam, please Jack let me go."
"Here, here, child, I only want to protect you, you're in a state of shock, you wouldn't want your husband to see you this way." Jack replied as he pulled the girl closer to him and at the same time brushed her face with his good smelling clean pocket handkerchief.
The night air was cool and the solid body of Jack felt good to Connie and his demeanor was certainly not that of a wolf, Connie relaxed a bit and let his amis enfold her even closer. Really, she thought there was no reason to fear Jack, he had talked, but he hadn't done anything bad to her.
Jack's mind though was on a far different plane, he looked upon the girl as a prize, he knew she was a bit tipsy and that in her present condition she could.be had, all he had to do was to play it cool, she'd come around. Jack's penis got semi-hard just holding this beautiful creature, and when he felt her huge hard titties pressed against his chest he felt a surge of power deep in his balls.
As Connie's tears subsided her fears also subsided, and in a short'time she found herself talking to Jack.
"How can a nice man like you get involved with those nasty people in that rotten house,? I find it hard to believe that you are like they are, have you known about them for a long time?" she asked.
"Well Connie, I really didn't know too much about them, I came tonight on the spur of the moment, I'm glad I came though, if only for your sake." He whispered in a soothing tone, her closeness had brought him a total erection now and he was being very careful to instill confidence in the frightened girl.
The two were facing each other and Connie liked the feel of the man's body, it was warm, protective, and he had a good man's smell about him, so that when he closed his lips over hers she somehow wasn't afraid at all. Connie felt his prick harden and press between her legs as they kissed and the feel of the cock stirred her own loins.
His breath smelled good too, after all both had been drinking and their breaths smelled the same to each of them, when Connie felt his manish tongue enter her mouth she was more aroused and in spite of herself her tongue touched his, her lips parted and she received his french kiss as though he was a lover.
The kiss was long and hot, Jack's arms drew her so close that her titties were crushed into his chest and her teats suddenly hardened with desire. Now the urge to love shot through both of them and Connie's mind began to race at the thought of what she was doing. It was a case of body and mind pulling at each other. Her body said yes, her mind said no.
The long stable behind Connie's house sheltered jumping horses primarily, but the first fifty feet of the stable was a combination 'tack' room and party room. This room contained saddles, bridles, whips, and other miscellaneous riding gear, but an important feature of the room was its fancy bar, stocked as well as any hotel bar.
The room was simply called the 'tack room,' and many a party had been thrown in its pleasant confines. Most times a groom would sleep in the room at night to guard the horses, but just now the groom was. on vacation and the room would be deserted. Connie thought perhaps she should run to the tack room and lock the door, she would be safe there all night.
Jack's roving hands were all over her body now, he stroked her buttocks, he fondled her titties, and his long french kiss was getting sloppier and sloppier. Her mind was winning and she felt her strength returning, without letting Jack suspect her plan she kissed him right back and pressed against him with all her feigned emotion.
Suddenly, when Jack relaxes his embrace and his hands were changing position, she broke like a colt out of a chute and ran at full speed to the door of the tack room. The amazed Jack was unable to follow her, she had dodged between trees and run a zig-zag course to evade him quite neatly. She plunged into the darkened room and almost collapsed inside the door.
Her breathing was forced and heavy as she gulped for air and it was at least two or three minutes until she could breathe normally and begin to collect her thoughts. She was still a very frightened young lady as she realized how close she had come to responding to that old man's caresses, well anyhow now she was safe, if only the tack room had a door that could be locked, but no one had ever seen a reason to put a lock on the door.
Connie heard some little noises in the room, but dismissed them as only the stirring of the horses back in the barn, but then, she thought, horses are asleep at night, and they do very little moving in their sleep. What could the noises be? She listened more closely and it seemed that the noises came from human beings and not from horses at all.
Her eyes had grown used to the semi-darkness of the room, enough moonlight filtered in through the wide picture windows so that shapes and forms were easily discernable, and as her eyes traveled over the room she was shocked to see that she wasn't alone in the room. Just below her and off to a corner were two human forms.
A man and a girl were in the room and they were laying on the carpeted floor in a state of complete nudity. Evidently they had been too busy to hear her when she had entered the room and they continued at what they had been doing without paying the slightest bit of attention to her. Her eyes adjusted rapidly now to the shadowy room and was able to make out the couple veiy clearly who moved so quietly just below her.
The man was middle-aged, the girl was veiy young, and a blond, not golden blond as she was, but platinum blond and her hair was long. The man was laying on top of the girl and he was kissing her, and he was fondling her, running his hands through her long beautiful hair. Their mouths were so interlocked that speech fromthem was impossible.
"Connie's mind now whirled in a million directions, what nerve they had to come into her stable and use it for this awful purpose, and where did they come from? Her instinct told her they must have come from Sherry's, but whv? What Connie didn't know was that her trusted groom had been over to Sherry's and that he had indulged in her parties for some time now.
The groom had volunteered his quarters to any guest who so desired to use them, and on nights when Sherry's house overflowed with guests it was veiy convenient. In return for his favors the groom got a substantial reduction in fee when he wanted to fuck one-of her girl's.
Connie stared at the couple, again holding her breath, she was afraid to cry out, she was afraid to run out for fear she would encounter Mr. Pearson from whom she had just escaped. The girl was in a quandry, unable to move in any direction, and her heart began to pound. Her eyes though, stayed riveted to the scene being enacted below her, a scene that while terribly despicable was like a dirty book, a thing hard to pick up and harder to put down.
Connie noticed how the two lovers seemed to be enjoying each other in a way that she and Hany had never been able to do. Harry's prick to her was just an ugly appendage, a thing that was nasty and hurt when he would put it inside her precious pussy. She wondered at the blond girl below her, she didn't seem at all afraid of the man's penis, she seemed in a trance of happiness.
She couldn't see this man's penis as it was sandwiched between their bodies, but the man seemed to be moving his ass up and down over the girls pussy. Connie wondered if that felt good to the girl, it just might though, as she realized that the prick was being rubbed against the girls cunt, and that the rhythm he used wasn't unlike the rhythm she used herself when she masturbated.
She saw that the girls titties were mashed against the hairy black chest of the man and she thought that too must feel good, and the man was constantly running his hands over the girls gleaming white skin, from her ass all the way to her head. He was gently caressing her lovely body.
The room was warm and it wasn't long till Connie detected the odors exuding from the two lovers, at first it was a repulsive odor, but as she acclimated herself more and more she found the odor pleasing to her senses and her nostrils began to quiver to suck in more of the sex fumes. As if she had no control of herself at all she found her finger stray to her own cunt, and soon she softly stroked her aroused clitoris in the same phythm that the two lovers were using.
A two-foot-square cubed leather bolster was just in front of Connie so she rested one elbow on it and placed her knees on the floor, this brought her face very close to the copulating couple and left one hand free to play with her pussy, a pussy that had suddenly become almost a part of the scene below her.
As she jacked on and on she visualized herself as the girl and Harry as the boy, and her fantasy was almost genuine as she inhaled the fragrance from the mixed sweat and cunt and prick odors emanating from the twosome below her. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but what else was she to do. Her own body was two-thirds naked, her free hand went to a tittie and she squeezed at it ever so tenderly but with ever so good a feeling.
As Connie jacked on in her hypnotic condition she hadn't heard Jack slip in the tack room and up behind her. When Jack's eyes had adjusted to the scene below him he felt re-born. Here was his darling Connie in all her gorgeousness kneeling down and masturbating away as she watched another couple fucking.
Jack knew in an instant that he would have smooth sailing from here on, Connie was getting in real heat, and all he'd have to do would be to offer her his cock and she would love it. His penis jumped to attention once more, but this time it was hard all the way and his balls suddenly filled with gism, he almost drooled at the thought of ramming Connie.
The girl, on the floor spread her thighs wide and her tapered long legs drew up a bit so her feet rested comfortably on their heels. Their soul kiss came in longer spaced intervals, they both breathed as if they were in heaven and the man slid down the girls belly ever so slightly, but enough so that Connie could see his tight sack of testicles and the base of his cock.
The sight of his prick brought her own feelings into sharper focus, especially the feeling of her pussy and of her hard titties, in fact her teats were almost needle hard and painful as she scraped them against the leather bolster. She felt a wet pressure on the back of her neck, it wwas warm and felt good, turning her head a trifle she saw, with a gasp that Jack was just over her back.
Connie was momentarily shocked and frightened to find Jack had found her, but her own aroused sexuality and the predicament she was in meant that it would be futile to cry out, better she just relax and enjoy the situation. Jack's tongue moved around and around her neck and over her shoulders, and the way he did it felt good.
Now the man on the floor had drawn back far enough so that Connie could see his whole hard, thick, long penis, he was by far bigger than her husband, how could the girl take such a long thick thing in her vagina? The man nibbed the head of his prick all around the girls wide cunt and Connie's eyes opened wide at the revelation of how this man made love.
Harry had just one standard method of copulation, he would jam his penis right into her vagina, pump it a few times and shoot his semen into her. It was a terrifying experience for Connie very time they did it, but this boy seemed to take an entirely different approach from Harry, he was doing it so slowly and carefully and gently, she was entranced with him.
She could see that the man was rubbing his prick-head back and forth over the girls clitoris and, she thought, it had to feel good, maybe even better than a finger would feel. The blond seemed to be enjoying the fuck to the utmost, her eyes were misty and her whole body trembled, not from fear, but with sexual desire.
The man's prick teased and tantalized the girls cunt as he rubbed it up and down the length of the gaping cunt, he probed it in and out of the deep pinkness, softly brushing it against her swollen large cuntlips and with his other hand he fondled her bursting mound-like titties. The girls asscheeks moved restlessly underneath her, she was more than ready.
Jack watched the pair too, and as he watched his hands went around Connie and he cupped her huge hard titties and squeezed them in the same rhythm she was using with her finger on her clitoris. Connie knew she should have resisted Jack but his hands felt good and his still busy tongue felt even better as it trailed a wet hot streak all over her bare back.
Connie in fact had reached a plateau of self induced sexuality that was being greatly enhanced and magnified by the writhing lovers who were only inches away from her flushed face, plus the roaming fingers of Jack that were magnetically touching eveiy part of her half naked body.
Connie's cunt had started to flow with pre-come juices, she was wet down there and her hand began to make a slight slurping sound as it traveled through her pulsing vagina, a sound not unnotiched by the lewd old man who was lasciviously lapping and licking her back, in fact now his tongue was just in the crack of her ass where he wetly lapped up and down the base of her spine and the look of a sex maniac in his eyes.
The blond whore on the floor was unable to control her hunger for cock much longer, she put both hands in her crotch, stuck a finger from either hand into her cunt, pulled the cunt lips back and shoved her ass high in an invitation to the playful man, it was more of a command than invitation, and the man obeyed by gently easing his huge ccfck in between her quivering pussy lips. He eased it in slowly but surely and he didn't pause till it was buried right to the hilt.
The girl twisted her tummy, her breasts, her ass, and her head all at once and twisted all of them in different directions, she was drowning in a sea of exotic ecstacy created by the huge pricks entrance into her love sheath. Her lips began to rev- olve round and round, up and down, back and forth as she directed the prick to every secret fold of her cunt.'
Now the man began to fuck in earnest and with a skill acquired from years of experience. His dripping cock would slide out until just it's head remained in the pussy, then he would plunge it in until his balls slapped between the gorgeous glistening asscheeks of his blond girlfriend. At the peak of every inward drive he would twist his ass a quarter turn and it was obvious that this motion was to tease the girls clitoris.
Connie's eyes were clouded with her own urgency, her body was trembling and was keeping time with every beat of the prick in front of her, and the devoted Jack was also trembling with his own sex drive. Jack stepped back a bit and dropped his pants, peeled off his coat and shirt and now approached Connie completely naked. He was going to fuck her and soon.
Cunt and prick odors mixed with sweat from the now frenzied lovers and the overpowering musk assailed both Connie and Jack, the regular suction sound from each plunge of the prick added to the erotic atmosphere of the warm room. Connie's passion rose and rose and her heat transferred to the oversexed Jack who knew just what to do in a case like this.
Jack quickly ripped what was left of Connie's dress off her body, grabbed her buttocks firmly and thrust his long cock toward her cunt. To reach her cunt he had to go in under the craqk of her ass from the rear, and the moment she felt him driving into her she compressed her asscheeks which grasped onto his cock and held it between her legs.
My God thought Connie, she'd almost been raped, and if that big shaft of Jack's ever had got into her pussy she would have been split in two. She had successfully repelled him all right but did she really want to?. Actually his trobbing organ felt good to her right between her legs, if only he would go in easy she would let him in.
Through all the excitement of Jack's attack Connie's fingers had never ceased their relentless manipulation of her clitoris and by now her clit had swollen to twice it's normal size, the thing was filled with her woman come and begging to get relief, her fingers were only torturing the sex-spot, she needed to come but in the worst way imaginable.
Jack had been rebuffed, but he wasn't slowed down, he knew that she loved the feel of his cock between her legs, in fact she was squeezing his hard, hot tool and almost asking him to slip it in her cunt. Jack put his hand in her crotch and spread the wetflesh just a little, she gave just a little. He pressed his cock further in, she didn't fight it.
Now Jack was nudging the base of her cunt gently and in the same rhythm she used in her busy finger fucking finger. The pre-come juices were overflowing from her sopping cunt and the juices were lubing Jack's prick nicely. The head of his cock resembled a purple tulip bulb that hadn't opened, and no tulip bulb was as anxious to unfold as his prick-head was anxious to spout gism. Jack was in a dilir-ious state of passion.
Connie's eyes never left the fornicating couple on the floor for a second, they kept right at thir rooting and writhing only now they were both beginning to froth a little at the mouth. Their foam coated lips were twisted in a very peculiar and ominous fashion, both man and girl seemed to be trying to say something to each other, something that bespoke of an evilness connected with their illegal adultress act.
Suddenl the two split apart, the girl jumped up and ran to the rack of horse whips and quirts. The man rolled over on his tummy and drew himself up on his knees and elbows, so that his ass stuck up in the air like a white mound. He locked his head between his arms and tensed his muscles so that he resembled a statue.
The tall beautiful blond returned quickly, a four foot horse whip in her hand. Her pink tongue flashed out of her mouth and she licked her foam flecked lips dry, her eyes burned into the cowering man on the floor, she shook the whip expertly, then twirled it around her head and without pausing she snapped the thick thong across the man's asscheeks.
Connie had vaguely heard of flagellation, but she thought it was just a fairy tale and that it never really happened, yet here in her own tack room she was witnessing an act of flagellation. My God, what next she shuddered. The aroused blond struck again, and again, and now his ass was bleeding, a bright red stream ran down the crack of his ass and it seemed to Connie that his moans were moans of relief, he was enjoying his whipping.
Even Jack was surprised at this sudden turn of events and he too had halted his attack for the moment. Afer about ten good cracks at his ass the girl laid the whip aside, dropped to the floor on all fours and began to lap and lick at the flood of blood spurting from the open wounds she had inflicted. Her mouth opened wide as she sucked and swallowed the sticky blood, and it wasn't long before she had him licked dry.
The man's prick had remained at stiff attention throughout his beating and now the girl flipped over on her back, crawled between his legs and shoved his trobbing cock deep into her throat. She swallowed the length of his penis with one gulp, then she reached for his balls and sucked them into her mouth as well.
The man's entire set of genitals were deep inside the glamorous blonds mouth and a smile of contentment shone from her insane blue eyes. She contracted her throat muscles with quick little jerks and both Connie and Jack new that she was giving the man a better fuck in her mouth than any pussy could have done. The man's back jack-knifed and he clenched his hands in the throes of a sudden shudder.
Now the girl sucked harder and harder and at last a giant spasm ran throughout the man's body and he emptied his bursting balls of gism into her grateful love channel. This come must have wound up in her tummy because the head of his cock must have been down that far inside her. He shot at least two big loads before the spasms stopped. Little by little his prick went soft and little by little he withdrew the shrinking prick.
The girl lapped and licked at the softness of the emerging cock and she tenderly fondled the soft wet cock as though it were the most precious thing in all the world to her. Then she tenderly eased him flat out on the carpet and straddled him with her crotch just above his face. The two began the age old tradition of oral loving called sixty-nine.
This torrid sex scene had completely unnerved Connie, but instead of cooling her off it had only intensified her own deep sexuality and her own clitoris was thumping and burning for release of its bursting load of female gism. Her hand slid down her belly into her crotch and there she clasped the steel hard penis that had been nuzzling her pussy.
Connie moved the huge bulb higher and into her slot, Jack pushed upwards and forwards and soon his huge cock was enmeshed in the folds of her red hot vagina. Connie bent low to receive her dog fashion fuck and the easy sliding prick pumped in and out with the ease of a slide trombone, all the fear of fucking had melted away, she wanted satisfaction any way she could get it.
The man on the floor looked up at the girls two long cuntlips, cuntlips that hung down on either side of a long delicious pink trench that exuded a sexy musk, and that had side walls of wet flesh that quivered in expectation and desire to be lapped and licked and kissed and sucked. This throbbing organ of joy was, surrounded with a field of silken strands of platinum blond, hair that was long and curling with its dampness.
The top of her pussy was crowned with a clitoris big enough to be called a miniature prick and capable of shooting a man sized load of gism when it was properly loved. The bottom of her cunt ended in a cute little canoe shaped dimple and beyond the dimple only an inch further was her round, tight little asshole, sitting succulently between the deep soft drakness of her damp asscheeks.
The man studied the gorgeous genitals and licked his lips with a lewd long tongue. His spanking had brought a rash of blood to his own asscheeks and the warmth of the sudden flush was still with him. His soft prick would harden fast he knew as soon as he started to lap this gourmets feast set before his eyes.
The girls titties hung down just as her cunt lips did and his eyes peered at the lovely upside down mounds of love between which he could see her tongue darting and dashing around his own growth of black public hair. This was going to be a real party he thought as he surveyed her entire sex system. He opened his mouth, inhaled a breath of cunt musk and began to lap.
Connie's reaction to all this sex was far from what she had thought it might be, she thought she would be sick to her stomach if she ever saw a man fucking a woman, but the thought of a woman sucking a man's prick was far beyond her comprehension, now she had seen a fucking match, a whipping session, and she was about to see an exhibition of cuntlapping and cocksucking at the same time.
Jack, the wily old codger was in seventh heaven, fucking away at this near virgin. Her super tight cunt was clinging and clasping and grabbing his shaft with a lust born deep inside the girl. Her ass moved back and forth with alarming power. His balls slapped and snapped with every drive and this girl was so aroused that she didn't even know he had a set of balls.
The man on the floor had dived into the girls muff and was eating away with the eagerness of a -tiger cub at his first meal of the day, while the hot experienced blond above him was tickling and teasing and tantalizing his soft cock and empty balls. As she slurped on at his shraken genitals she could feel little rays of life coming back, the rays came more and more frequently until at last she had an erect penis to love and soon his balls began to fill back up with gism.
Connie was still hypnotized at the sexual drama being played out on the floor and as she bucked her ass harder and harder into Jack's groin she knew that she would have to switch positions in order to get the full pleasure of the prick. She would have to lay down flat on her back if Jack was going to satisfy her demanding vagina.
Jack too was suffering the pains of un incomplete fuck, as hard as he lunged into Connie's as-scheeks he was only getting about two-thirds of his cock inside her, the rest of his prick was hung out between her ass crack and her cunt. Jack and Connie were bathed in sweat and their slippery bodies were hard to control, but Jack suddenly spun Connie around.
Now face to face, cock to cunt, mouth to mouth, breast to chest, the two sex maniacs ate ravenously at each other. Their tongues and lips fastened together as if they had been welded with a torch. Their passions melded and shot through their bodies from head to toe. Without breaking the embrace or the hot French kiss the two frenzied lovers eased down to the carpet just a foot away from the other couple in their sixty-nine position.
Now the excited hot Connie couldn't wait for gentleman Jack to ease his cock into her. She spread her thighs wide open and shot her legs straight up in the air, her wide open cunt was a sea of pussy juice and panting with every pulse beat to grab onto Jack's steel hard rod. Her hands reached for the flaming prick and she wrapped her fingers tightly around its base, then she jammed the potent love stick between her quivering cunt lips.
Her vaginal fuck muscles.wrapped around the cock and held it from top to bottom in an iron grip. No shop vise ever held a tool any harder than her cunt held Jack's cock. The muscles squeezed and vibrated all at the same time. Jack had never in all his life been fucked like this. Even a true virgin couldn't have given him a better ride.
Her cunt squeezed tighter still until the blood vessels in the prick almost burst from the sheer hydraulic power of the deep chasm, and for a moment old Jack thought maybe this mad girl would devour his pride and joy altogether. Sweat poured out of eveiy pore in his body, he was held so tight he couldn't move his ass if he wanted to.
This was a female fuck, a complete attack on a penis, seldom does any woman get in such heat as this, and a good thing, for if it happened this way all the time men would be afraid of females. Jack lay still on top of the broiling hot girl and tried to keep from screaming in pain. He had heard of fucks like this but never had he had the experience, he was scared half out of his wits.
The blond and the man sucked on and on in their intimate classix sixty-nine posture. The blond was reaming the man with two fingers up his ass, and the man was reaming the blond with all four of his fingers. The two reamed and sucked and lapped and licked and kissed to the age old rhythm of sodom. Their pleasure was complete.
A young friend of the groom had come calling just then, he opened the door and shrunk away in horror at the scene of the two couples who were naked and doing things he knew were criminal. He thought surely the four had broken in the tack room and were using it as a secret hideaway. His stupid little brain told him to ran to the house for aid and he did.
His frantic knocking at the door of Connie's house brought no response, he was terrified as he remembered the newspaper headlines of the California mass murders, and he also remembered that a friend of the houseboy there was killed. He could hear music from the neighboring house across the way, so he ran full tilt for the safety it would provide.
There his knock was quickly answered by the glamorous Sherry, and spilled his story out as fast as he could betwwen gulps of air. Sherry invited him in, told him that she was having a party, gave him twenty dollars for his alertness in reporting the incident and advised him to leave the area pronto, and to say absolutely nothing to anyone, after all he himself had been trespassing and he could get in trouble.
The grateful young man dashed away, happy to escape the area with his life, and also happy that the lady had been kind enought to see he needed money. He was in fact only calling on his friend to borrow five dollars, now he had twenty and there was a lot of beer to be hand in nearby Highwood with twenty dollars.
Sherry called out to her husband Bill, "God Bill old Jack has got a hold of Connie and he's raping her over in the tack room, also that Vera is in there with that hot lover of hers, what shall we do?" She said in a lowered voice.
"I'll tell you what let's do, let's bring a bunch of people over there and watch them, it ought to be good, that girls never had a real piece in her life according to you, it should be quite a sight." Bill replied.
Bill called out loud and clear to everyone within earshot range. "Who wants to see a real blue-blood getting raped, follow!"
The room got quiet in a hurry, eveiy one there was always looking for a new thrill and it wasn't eveiy day one could see a real rape taking place. Drinks were put down, cigarettes extinguished, and -the group formed. The twenty or so patrons and an equal number of whores gathered around Bill and announced they were ready and anxious to watch a genuine rape.
Bill told them to be quiet as possible and to keep still after they got there. He didn't want to have Connie's husband barge in on the rape of his own wife. Everyone agreed with Bill and they tiptoed across the two lawns and back to the tack-room. Bill led the way and he cautiously peered in the window to make sure the report was real.
Bill saw instantly that crafty old Jack wasn't raping Connie. Rather it was the other way around, Connie was raping old Jack, but she was something to see all right. Jack's evil mind saw the implication of the situation at once, if he had a bunch of witnesses to Connie's fuck she would be in a very corn-prosing position indeed. She had played into their hands.
How could either one of the Travers' complain about the whore house if Mrs. Travers was an admitted whore herself, plus he had all these people as witnesses to her prostitution act. It looked like they had hit the jackpot tonight for sure, and just an hour ago both Sherry and Bill had been scared shitless that Connie had escaped and was going to report them.
Bill opened the door and ushered his gang of harlots and whore-mongers into the confines of the tack room. The group was very quiet, but even if they hadn't been quiet neither of the performing couples would have heard them because of their total state of sexual madness, a madness that deadens all senses except the senses of the genitals.
Connie by now had given Jack's penis its partial release, he was free to move his cock slightly and he took full advantage of the little room she had given him. He shook his ass from side to side as he pulled upwards out of the blazing hot cunt vise, but before he got an inch away the pussy sucked him back down into its seemingly bottomless depths.
Over and over Jack pulled out the little one inch distance and over and over the vagina sucked him back. Connie's eyes were as a mad womans eyes, her mouth was fuming with foam, her nails were digging scarlet trenches in Jack's back. Her breath came in huge gulps of desperation, it seemed to the onlookers that this girl was going to fuck old Jack right into his grave.
The other two, in their comparative gentle sixty-nine position were of no interest to this sophisticated crowd of sexual degenerates. As a crowd at the bullfights cheering for the bull to kill the matador, these deviated creatures were hoping old Jack would have a heart attack and die right in front of them.
John Garfield had been a top flight movie star, with fame and fortune laying at.his feet until he met a blond whore, not unlike Connie in appearance, and the whore had fucked him dead as a doornail. This thought must have been on everybody's mind as they saw the drama of an oversexed girl attack the proud, boasting Jack.
Finally, perhaps out of kindness but more likely because her strength was slacking off Connie let Jack puft out almost three inches. Jack's prick was about ten inches long so the hot bitch still retained the bulk of the piston in her grasping vaginal cavity, but this leeway was enough for Jack to begin pumping away. Her pre-come juices now helped Jack immensely as he bounced his ass up and down at this fierce cunt.
Up and down the sweating ass pumped, higher and higher and soon he was loose completely from the octopus like tentacles that had encircled and sucked at his cock. Wow, thought Jack this was far and away the top fuck of his life, now he could ram it into her as hard as he liked, and the harder he rammed the more she liked it, he lunged and plunged his cock to a fast beat until her juicy cunt was spraying cunt juice out on every withdrawal.
The fascinated spectators were disappointed to see Jack break loose but the action now was well worth watching. Of all the patrons of Sheriy's house no man bragged as much as Jack, he had bragged to a point where no one really believed him, but sure enough tonight he was proving his prowess to one and all.. .the man was a stud, period.
Now that Jack was sliding in and out with a perfect tempo, Connie thought that it was time to blow her load. Her hand slipped between their slippery, sweating torsos and her finger gave her clit a nudge, two more nudges and all hell broke loose, her cunt spewed a pint of come with the force of Niagara Falls, the cream flooded Jack's groin, and spewed up in the air as through a shower had hit the locked genitals.
Connie bit through her lower lip, she raked his back till the skin was laid back in surgical fashion, her thighs tightened round his ass until his almost cracked. In self defense Jack let go his shot, his was heavy and hot as well, the two streams of animalistic sperm met and mingled as though they could conceive in mid-air. The moment his stream abated, the thankful man arose and looked for his clothes. His entire sexual area was coated with the sticky gism from the frantic girl and from his. own emission.
The spectators clapped politely but quietly and everyone filed out, leaving the still unsatisfied Connie alone with the sixty-niners, as she was still playing with her clitoris even after the blond and her friend had left. Connie had gone through the whole experience without knowing she was being watched by anyone. Much later she passed out in a blissful, heavy sleep.
Chapter Five
The beautiful Constance Travers, society belle of Chicago's super high society, leader of a dozen charity balls, owner of famous paintings, and of more famous horses. A woman with a wardrobe second to none in the midwest, and the proud possessor of a shape that showed off her clothes like a Parisian model, was quite alone in her huge mansion this morning.
Connie lay in her king sized bed contemplating the events of the night just passed and the events seemed to come black like they were shot out of a cannon. So many things had happened that she was still under a vague impression that the night had been a dream, that really none of the things happened that she remembered.
Connie stretched languidly from the tips of her dainty toes to the tips of her red lacquered finger- nails. She breathed in and out deeply inhaling the fresh air that blew in from Lake Michigan and the clean air brought her brain to life with a start as she wondered if, for sure last night had been real or if it were just a dream.
Unconsciously her bladder told her she had to take a piss, and it wasn't till then that she was aware of the slight swelling in her genitals. She gathered her peignoir about her gorgeous body and slowly walked into her huge bathroom. On the toilet she couldn't resist a peek at her pussy. It was still there all right, and it was still as beautiful as always, but it did look a tiny bit swollen. Connie resisted a feel of her pride and joy, even though the thought of jacking off did cross her mind momentarily.
Finished with her tinkling pee she walked back into her bedroom and it was there that she realized for sure that the night had been real. Her beautiful frock was nowhere to be found, it was still in the stable, a memento of the revels of the night. Connie hopped back in bed and went over the entire pageant of the night before.
The first thing that struck her was the fact that she had gotten into the mess through hew neighbors. They were a very curious addition to the swank suburb on the shores of Lake Michigan. How did they ever happen to move into the town at all, to say nothing of moving right next door to her house.
Sherry had seemed so nice yesterday when they first met, and yet it was at her house where all these odd things had happened. Imagine meeting all those strange people, young girls and middle to old aged men in the house right next door. That man Jack, what kind of a person was he anyway to seduce her, a married woman, and should she feel embarrassed and ashamed of what she had done with him?
Connie had lost her dear husband Jack because of her sexual inadequacy, and last night she had done the veiy things her husband had wanted to do to her. Maybe the night wasn't a total loss, maybe after Harry came home again she would win back his love by performing as she had last night with Jack. Perhaps she should thank Jack for what he had showed her.
Connie thought of the girl and man that had been sucking each other off in the stable. They did seem to enjoy sex to the utmost, and she herself had certainly had an experience that she never dreamed possible before. The thought of having a huge prick in her mouth stimulated her mind to a point where she actually wished that she could have a cock right now, and it didn't have to be Harry's although she would have preferred that.
Connie's thoughts were forced back to reality when the telephone rang. The caller was her straightlaced, puritanical mother, a society grande dame, a patron of the arts, a north shore matron who had to be reckoned with no matter what.
"Hello mother."
"Hello Constance, how are you this morning?" inquired the old despot.
"I'm fine this morning mother, Hariy is just fine too (not daring to let mother know Harry had left her), we're having a quiet day. I'd invite you over but I'm giving a tea this afternoon for the girls from the Junior League," Connie lied, trying to get rid of her mother.
"Well I won't keep vou dear, remember me to Harry and take care."
"Goodbye mother.
"Goodbye Constance."
Connie thanked God that was over, now that she had seen and felt what sex was all about she almost hated her mother for keeping her so protected and ignorant. In all her life never had she had such perfect relief in her body and in her mind as she had had with Jack last night.
Connie decided a good shower was certainly much in order and was just contemplating how good it would feel when she heard a voice from just inside her bedroom door.
"A smile like that belongs only to a satisfied woman," a familiar voice sneered at her from the doorway across the room, and she looked up to see Bill Arthur standing there. He was dressed in a sweatshirt and tennis shorts, with no shoes on and was laughing at her surprise.
"What on earth are you doing here?" she spirt- tered, fumbling with the perfume she had spilled and avoiding his eyes. "How did you get in here, anyhow? You don't belong in my house, or in yours for that matter. You ought to be with your little girl-firned of last night."
Connie knew now that last night had really happened, she knew that Bill was probably just as lecherous as was her partner Jack. The smile on Bill's face told a lot about him, he was a wolf there was no question about that.
"Oh, aren't we the holy one's this morning," he laughed. I take it you're just a hot box at night and not during the day? That's interesting you know. I don't often find part-timers like you who can be so self-righteous with the lights on and so hot and horny when you're naked in the dark. You'd make an interesting study."
"What are you talking about?" she asked more softly and pulled the open front of her gown tightly against her unblemished breasts. She felt her heart pumping frantically with fear, terrified that he might really know about last night.
"What are you talking about?" he mimicked in a sing song chant. "Who the hell do you think you are? You know goddamn well what I'm talking about, so don't give me any of that crap that 'I'm so innocent'!"
"Please Bill," she pleaded. "You've made a mistake, really. I ... I..."
"No sweetheart," he smiled and sat down on the bed across from her dressing table. "You're the one who made the big mistake. Everyone thought you'd gone home last night, but when we found you, you were screaming, 'Fuck me! Fuck me!" from the stable. You were really something, you put on the show of the night."
"Stop it!" she gasped and brushed the tears from her reddened eyes. "It was all a mistake, a terrible mistake. I was drunk. It wasn't my fault. . ."
"Come off it," he sighed with a dramatic exaggeration. "You might have had a few drinks, but vou weren't that drunk. Vera, the girl you watched sucking that guvs cock, said she saw you come in. Hell, you didn't take your eyes off her for a second, not even when old Jack was fucking the hell out of you. In fact, Vera said you were so turned on that she wanted to get a piece of you too. She would have if you hand't passed out."
Bill looked this queen over from head to foot, she was really a dreamboat of sex, a symbol of all that was desirable in womanhood, and last night she had demonstrated that she knew what to do with that cunt of hers. Vera had really been mad when she didn't get some of her hot pussy.
Bill took a cigarette from the case on the dresser, lit it quickly, then continued. "That was about the wildest 'fuck me' scene we've had at a party since we moved here. Hell, you got everybody so turned on that we started screwing again, right there in your stable. Vera was kind of pissed off, though, because you passed out just when she kissed you. Whew! She was pretty hot about that. .."
"Oh," Connie sobbed out loud and covered her face with both hands. It was a lie! A lie! she wanted to tell herself, but her subconcious told her everything he said was true. She had screamed "Fuck me," she had heard voices, and somewhere in the vague mist of her memoiy she recalled a woman's red lips pressing against her mouth. Why did he have to tell her those terrible things? Why couldn't he let her alone to remake her marriage and never remember the awful night of depraved sex that already changed her outlook on life. It had to be a secret ... except what she would tell harry ... so why couldn't Bill just leave her alone?
"Hey, take it easy," he said from the bed. He couldn't stand hysterical women, even if they were half-dressing gowns. Her hands had reltheir open dressing gowns. Her hands had realeased the front of her gown, exposing her rich, firm breasts jiggling as she sobbed uncontrollably and Bill felt a slight swelling begin to rise in his loins. Crying or not, he knew she was a wild fuck, and after last night he'd have no trouble getting her to spread her legs for him. She was just like any other bitch, and she'd be begging him to screw her as soon as he got his mouth down into that sweet soft cunt in her crotch.
"P-please go," she whimpered, not taking her hands from her face. "My husband would kill you if he knew you were here talking to me like that. Please go, and I'll forget you said anything."
"Now that's really big of you," he snickered and adjusted his swelling penis under his trousers with one hand. "You won't tell your husband, that's for sure. But you'd better straighten up fast, or I'll tell him. You wouldn't want that now, would you?"
"You're a beast," she napped suddenly, pulling the front of her gown shut, depriving his disappointed eyes of the sexy view of her breasts"You think you can blackmail me, but you're wrong. I'm going to tell Harry eveiything that happened last night, and he'll understand. He'll believe me, not you! So take you're peering eyes and your ugly insults out of here and back to your wife where they belong!"
"Now, baby, take it easy," he warned, rising from the bed, but unsure whether to step forward, or retreat.'
"Get out!" she suddenly shouted and picked up a perfume bottle, holding it menacingly cocked behind her head. "I mean it. Get out of here right now!"
"OK, OK," he said and backed out of the room. "I'll leave the great queen alone. Just don't get violent."
"And lock the door behind you," she hollered after him. "I don't need any more visitors today!"
Connie waited silently until she heard the familiar click of the door closing tightly downstairs, then walked to the bathroom. Poor Sherry, she thought as she removed her gown and bent to start the water for her shower. If she only knew that Bill was unfaithful to her ... but it was probably-better that she didn't know. That way she couldn't be hurt.
She sat on the terry towel seat and reflected on her good fortune in getting rid of Bill so quickly, for a moment or two it had looked like she might be in for an embarrassing time with Sherry's husband. What a nerve he had, barging into her house and scaring the wits out of her, oh well, he was-gone now thank goodness.
Connie felt so alone just now, the house did seem empty without Harry, and her heart was much more empty. An empty house and an empty heart was some conbination, and the two were tied together tightly. The world seemed to be against her and all through no fault of her own, deep down Connie knew her present troubles were all due to her mother.
Connie's mother was a wonderful woman in many respects, her iron will had pulled the family through many precarious situations, but the same iron will had inflicted Connie with a veiy Victorian outlook on life. Virginity was the most important thing in life for a girl, and Connie had been warned a million times of the dangers confronting unmarried girls.
Harry had been Connie's first and only boy friend, in fact they had grown up together, sharing all the birthday parties, school proms, football games, and all the other things boys and girls did together. Harry too had had a veiy strict upbringing, and when it came to Connie he had never even thought of approaching her sexually.
Like all red-blooded American boys though Harry had enjoyed sex on the Q.T., but he had been discreet at all times and neither Connie nor her mother had any reason to believe that he was anything but a virgin, the same as Connie. Their marriage had been the highlight of the most glittering social season since the days of Potter Palmer.
All their friends, from European royalty and Park Avenue swells to the veiy cream of old line Chicago blue-bloods had agreed that this was one wedding that was made in heaven. Harry and Constance had almost been guaranteed a perfect state of bliss by all the rales and regulations of modern society, but now, after only such a short time, look what had happened.
Connie was smart enough to know that she must snap out of her doldrums and fast, sitting here meditating on the past, and what might have been would get her nowhere. Better to be active, move about, think of the present, buiy the past, and only hope against hope that eveiything would turn out right. Aristocracy and prudery had their place in life, but why did Connie have to suffer for her mothers iron willed ignorance?
Stepping into the bathrab, she closed the frosted glass door and turned the nozzle directly onto her full, upright breasts, feeling the wonderfully refreshing spray pelt her body ruthlessly. Showers are almost masochistic, she thought wryly. If the water is hot, really hot, and turned on full blast, its needle-like spray is almost painful as it cuts into one's skin like dozens of tiny daggers. Of course, the spray never hurt that much, only enough to make her nipples rise to an unwanted erectness, alert and suddenly taught from the thought of possibly being hurt by her own shower.
She thought it was funny how people are supposed j to lose their sexual desires while taking a shower, when for her, it was actually stimulating. From as far back as she could remember her shower had been her favorite secluded spot for masturbation, completely cut off from her mother's ever-inquiring eye. She remembered the many times she had spent soaping her body with a washcloth, running the lathery rag over her full, sex flushed breasts, along her tummy, then to her back and between the two ivory orbs of her buttocks into the deeply folded crevice. That had been one of the most exciting parts of her showers, sliding the cloth through that protected little crack until it slithered over her anus, sending blinding shocks of sexual delight through her loins.
Lost in thought, Connie didn't realize that she was reenacting one of those remembered masturbations. To her mind, it was only a day-dream, but to her hands it was a command. They were gliding the washcloth quickly over her belly and awkwardly behind her back, pausing while she slowly spread her legs, then slipping between the two fully rounded globes of her shivering buttocks, curling slowly with her fingers until the soapy rags soft smoothness clipped gently over the puckered hairless ring of her rectum.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she mewed aloud, pleased that she could be alone. Unconsciously her thoughts wandered to the ecstatic pleasures she had experienced the night before in the stable. She could plainly see the couple on the floor, the girls mouth sucking hungrily up and down on the man's penis ... what was that really like? It must have been terribly exciting to suck his organ because it had been so fascinating to watch, her bead bobbing up and down with that obscene sucking noise. . .Why hadn't Harry ever asked her to do that to him? But she didn't have to answer that question.
Fantasy was so wonderful, so exciting, but when it came right down to the real thing, Connie knew she would always freeze up. Standing in the shower and sensuously brushing the wash rage over her clenching anus she could imagine herself doing anything, sucking Harry's penis, letting him make love to her in a hundred different positions, even letting him put his mouth between her legs to devour the untold well of juices that lay hidden there. But whenever she was confronted with the sight or smell of his phallus she couldn't hold back the revulsion that her mother had instilled in her for so many years.
Connie's fingers held the cloth firmly because it was loaded with the bubbly soap fluff, but she was able to extend her middle finger on her right hand so that the cloth was a'sheath of soap, and as it trailed her hand round her backside the finger automatically teased the top of her crack, sending her passion packed asshole and pussy into a state of fervent desire.
Her finger traced a circle over her asshole, and as she traced and traced again she couldn't help but pause and press into the secrecy of the pulsing pink circle buried so deep in the center of her crack. As her finger lingered on the succulent asshole her mind drifted in a fantasy of forbidden sex.. . what would a peter feel like in that small aperture?
She knew that when she had a particularly large bowel movement that the golden turds sometimes reached a rather large dimension, some of them looked to be as long and as thick as Jack's prick had been, so it wasn't beyond the realm of reason that she could take a cock right up her ass.
She finally left the sweet asshole and started the soapy cloth forward towards her pussy, never for a moment forgetting to gently touch the little strip of sexy skin that was bettween her asshole and her cunt. That little patch of skin was everso much a part of her whole sexual being and by rubbing it she excited both her asshole and her cunt, the two seemed to be extensions of one another and they were tied together by that little sensitive strip of flesh.
Now the cloth slipped up to the bottom of her long pink pussy and the moment she touched the outside lower walls she knew that she would have to go all the way. Back and forth the cloth moved, back to the asshole and forward to the cunt, each stroke was as a stimulant, and as the forward strokes rose higher and higher her finger couldn't be restrained from dipping into the soft silken trench of love. Without ever touching her clit with her finger or the cloth she felt it hardening and swelling until she truly had a hard-on.
Somehow her whole middle body from her belly button to the base of her asscheeks became involved with her mind and she thought how delightful it would be if a tongue were to replace her finger and washcloth in this act of sexual pleasure ... if only Harry were doing it to her, that would be heavenly.
The soap, which had been so seductive and pleasant at the beginning now seemed to be in the way, and the cloth, as sooth as it was, was only a barrier between her organs and her fingers. Connie cast the cloth away and let the shower rinse the soap from her crotch, the water itself served as a marvelous lubricant, and where she wanted to go with her fingers was the greates lubricant on earth . . . cunt juice.
Unimpeded by soad suds or washcloth Connie began to fondle her titties and to really search in her asshole simultaneously. Her long nailed index finger of her left hand pressed harder and harder at the gate of her rectum until with a slight extra push the finger entered. Her long nail touched the golden, honey colored turd that lurked just inside the perfect hole.
She pressed the finger deeper and deeper, and with each press she rotated the finger a quarter turn, until the asshole muscles relaxes completely and she was free to pump in and out with a slow and sexy rhythm. Now her right hand left her tittie and smoothly traversed down past her belly button to her clit. She gave the clit a bit of a twit and quickly sped away.
The upright position Connie had begun in was a trifle confining, and she didn't want to lay down on the floor of the tub, so she spread her long legs and bent downwards from her hips. This new position automatically opened the crack of her ass and made her asshole finger fucking much easier and much more enjoyable.
Her right hand went to work at the thing it knew best, first it smothered her hot cunt from top to bottom and pressed in and out over the entire slit. When she quickly released her hand from her cunt the action caused a tiny 'pop' and a sound of suction. Her pussy was being tantalized in a most masochistic manner and her mind flashed all sorts of signals to her entire genital system.
Her clit said "Please play with me," and her mind said "No, not yet, you naughty thing."
She was in control of the total scene and she enjoyed every sadistic moment of it as she continued to cover and press her pussy and listen to the sexy little suction pop it was making. In the meantime her thorough and steady cadence at her rear-end was bearing fruit, the muscles relaxed more and the second sex hole cried for more fulfillment and it was not to be denied.
Her left forefinger now slid down the side of her index finger and joined the party. Her pretty asshole had obliged with a lube of its own and the two fingers now plunged -in and out as her hips cooperated to their fullest extent. The reaming was exquisitely painful, a pain that spread through her loins and up to her titties which by now where shouting for love.
Why couldn't I have been bom an octopus? She thought as she realized that no matter where her hands roamed there would always be a neglected love spot somewhere. It was then she saw instantly the practicality of a man, for a man she could cover her whole set of sex symbols at once. She thought at that moment of the sexy Bill who had seen her so recently, if only he were here now, how helpful he could be.
Now her right hand stopped its sadistic teasing and began to gently, softly, and expertly manipulate the inflamed cunt walls and cunt lips. All her fingers dipped into the thick lipped pussy and they all began to lightly massage the wet depth of her hot vagina. Uncontrollably her middle finger homed in to the mound of love and the finger nail greedily zeroed in on the 'man in the boat' where the 'man' received extra special attention.
The finger nail moved slowly as it nudged the sensitive center of her sex drive, but it moved steadily and the fires of sexual desire began to swirl and twirl round and round her belly in an ever expanding circle of heat, and her reaming fingers in her asshole stepped up their attack as the heat spread through her asscheeks and into the crack. The pre-come juices had started to flow and Connie's brain was beginning to blur with the delectable, urgent woman sex that wouldn't be denied.
Sneaky and aroused Bill hadn't left the house at all, but had fooled Connie by opening and closing the front door, and just now Bill was watching the gyrating goddess through the cloudy glass door of the bath tub. The sight of this sex maniac jacking off under the shower spray had aroused Bill to a point where he couldn't possibly have resisted an attack on her fantastically seductive body.
Bill's prick ahd swollen and hardened until it pained him to move inside his tight fitting tennis shorts, and his balls were full of fiery gism almost bursting with desire. When he heard Connie begin to softly coo he knew that he must make his move or she would climax and maybe lose the passion she w--?.s so violently demonstrating.
With his flagpole prick extending at halfmast the sex crazed man leaped into the tub and just behind the busy masturbater. He threw his arms around the panting, cooing girl and grasped both her titties. His stiff prick shot upwards as he pressed against her back and his huge balls slapped into her thrasing right hand which was administrating the reaming of her delightful asshole.
This sudden intrusion on the sex-high Connie was a terrible shock, but it wasn't enough to make her stop loving her pussy. She shuddered at the feel of his large hands on her titties, but when he gently fondled them she lost her fright almost instantly.
"How dare you come in here? You said you were going home, please go now, can't you see I'm veiy busy you bastard!" Connie said, between her hot panting lips.
"I see you're busy baby, and I see you need help." Bill- replied as her reaming left hand continued it's in s and outs, thrusting, agitating his own genitals with every thrust.
Bill spun the girl around and into his amis, stopping all of her machinations with one fell swoop. His lips went to her mouth instantly and his tongue shot softly but firmly inside her panting lips to search for her tongue. He ran his tongue upwards and downwards inside the surprisingly large mouth, touching eveiy sensitive speck of sliva wet pinkness, until at last her tongue began to lash back at his. The two tongues intertwined in the went tent of oral happiness, her panting slowed, and she be- gan to shoot her searching tongue round and round his tongue.
"Connie's hands that had been so busy just a moment ago now were on Bill's back, digging into his flesh ever so lightly, but ever so meaningly. Her huge hard titties were crushed against his rippling pectoral muscles and their legs seemed to twine around each other so that the two bodies became a tableau of sexual passion and urgency.
Now his huge steel hard prick was upright and locked between their bellies, in his younger years Bill would have shot his load right there;'but-after thousands of 'comes' with hundreds of girls Bill had acquired a perfect control over his balls and his prostrate apparatus so that this situation was one that he could keep in hand pretty well, although the thrilling beauty of Connie and her animal like sexuality of last night together was hard for him to resist.
Bill felt Connie's right hand slip between their crotches and for a moment he thought she was going to jack him a little, but he was mistaken, Connie's hand went to her own genitals and there she began to pick up her masturbation where she had left off when she was so rudely interrupted. He could feel her wiggling her finger over her clitoris and the male vanity of him exploded within his brain.
This bitch would rather jack off then have a man, what kind of queerness was this, Bill thought in anger. Connie didn't for a moment let up on her french kissing, in fact the second she touched her pussy she became more passionate than she had been, her body pressed closer, her left hand held him tighter and her body began to sway in ecstacy.
While her act didn't slow his passion too much it did have the effect of making him think about the situation and shortly a thought came to him like a flash. He'd made her eat his cock, make her eat it and swallow his load, that would teach her a lesson gaddamn it. With that thought in mind Bill placed his hands on either side of her head, drew away an inch or so and started to push her lovely golden crowned head downwards.
Strengely enough, Connie did not resist Bill in the slightest, nor did she relinquish her hot hold on her pussy, rather as her head was pushed closer and closer to the throbbing cock she accentuated her feverish hand work on her now drenching wet vagina. Bill had expected her to repulse his act, which whould have made her more of a conquest than a lover, but she fooled him completely by meekly going right along with him.
Connie's mind was higher than a kite, and it wasn't the man who made it so, it was her own clitoris that played the catalyst in her sex crazed body. Her loins burned with the desire to release her woman come, her ass shook like a plate of jello, and thank God, bill had finally rammed one of his fingers up her twitching asshole. Connie was flying on a cloud of sensuous sexual urgency.
Connie opened her eyes and stared straight into the bulb of Bill's prick. The distended male organ was huge up close and this was the closest Connie had ever been to a prick. His male musk was strong and heavy to the wide eyed girl. Her nostrils filled with the odor of prick cheese and her eyes reflected her appetitie to eat the strong smelling and tasting white curds that festooned the base of his bulb.
As their positions changed Bill's finger inadvertantly eased out of her asshole so he nibbed the shit smelling finger across her classic nose, thinking the smell of her own shit would prove degrading to her, but again he was amazed at this human hot box . . . she cheerfully smelled and then licked at her own shit which had stuck to his finger.
Connie's left hand grasped Bill's hard cock to hold it steady and then her swollen red lips parted wide to let her tongue lap and suck at the prick cheese that lay in the folds of foreskin that sheathed this mammoth weapon. As soon as the cock was clean she spread her mouth wide open and charged its glorious bulb.
Connie ran her tongue in twirls and swirls around his open prick lips, loving every second of this fantasy for two, soon she was swallowing as much of the cock as she could possibly take. Her head bobbed up and down keeping time with her ever increasing flicking of her cunt. Bill had never been sucked off like this before and he helplessly exploded his stream of gism into her hungry mouth.
Bill's gism tasted just like Connie thought it would taste, a combination of marshmallow and heavy cream, only, oh so much better, and with her first swallow her cunt sent its own geyser of come flying out to sop her hands with sticky pussy juice. She sucked on and on at Bill's cock, squeeing his testicles in hopes that more cream would flow. Her own organs were beyond any human control, she thrashed and shook and vibrated from head to toe in her moments of fabulous joy and heavenly bliss.
Bill's shaft finally collapsed in her mouth when he realized that Connie was getting her kicks from her own finger, it was quite a let down for a lover like him to have a girl jack off while she had his handsomebody to love. Connie was still jacking as Bill sheepishly pulled on his shorts and T shirt before making"his retreat.
Chapter Six
Bill had left her, Bill with the creamy cock, and Connie was alone with only her fingers to keep her passions flowing. However this fact did not deter the sexpot from enjoying her body to the utmost. She had had her first come while sucking Bill's delicious organ, but Connie never had less than twenty climaxes when she masturbated.
She left the bathroom slowly and carefully, never once halting or pausing in her ritual of masturbation, she kept her right hand just above her throbbing cunt where she could dip her fingers into the forbidden slit and at the same time play with her fiery clitoris. Step by step, without missing a stroke she eased across the floor to her bed.
Now stretched out on the bed she really went to work, her hot cunt continued to emit a flow of gism with every climax and her left hand was busy traveling back and forth from cunt to mouth with her own come. Occasionally she would reach down through her crotch, insert a finger in her asshole and bring up a tiny bit of golden shit that gave off an odor that enhanced her feelings.
Almost an hour of self abuse passed before she finally stopped to rest and daydream of her first encounter with a prick in her mouth. Sucking a cock was a new thrill, a delightful thrill, and one she was glad she'd tried, even though it was so against her refined background. It almost seemed that she must be turning into a schizophrenic, she had been a different person altogether when she was sucking that cock, but oh, in retrospect it had been fun, and his creamy come had tasted so good!
Her reverie was interrupted when her bedroom door swung open and a feminine voice softly said "Hello darling." The voice was unmistakingly familiar, it was Sherry. What the devil was she doing here?
"Helo Sherry, what brings you over here?" she replied in a frightened voice. Maybe Sherry knew about Bill and her having sex together, and was going to raise a. rumpus.
"I guess you and my husband have had a merry time this morning, he came home and said you'd given him a terrific Trench' job." Sherry said as she .approached the bed with a smile. Amazingly to Connie, Bill was right behind Sherry, and now the two of them sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and both were all smiles and cheerful.
The upper-crust society newlywed sat staring unbelievably at her new neighbors, the woman a prostitute turned madam, the man a pimp. Connie still didn't realize what they were and the whole scene was madness to her delicate and naive nature. What made Sherry seem so happy? What was her husband doing with her? What in the world was going on anyway? She was soon to find out.
"Bill tells me he thinks that was the first time you ever ate a man's cock, if so, you must have enjoyed it quite a lot, Bill has girls chasing him all the time." Sherry said, in a matter of fact tone.
"I'm sorry Sherry, but to tell the truth it's not my fault. I was taking a shower when your re husband got in with me and literally raped me, please don't blame me, I couldn't help myself at all."
"I don't blame you at all Connie, in fact I'm glad that Bill was your first cock to suck, he's broken in a lot of my best girls dearie, but he says you are one of the best he's ever had, that's a great compliment to your ability, I just know you're going to be a top girl."
"What do you mean, a top girl?' Connie asked in amazement.
"Don't play dumb Connie, you know as well as we do what you did last night, you fucked old Jack till he couldn't take it anymore, you were the star of the party sweetheart, why be so innocent?"
"I ... I ... I don't know what you mean, what are you talking about?"
"Look Connie, let's cut out this shit, you laid old Jack last night and here's your pay, $250.00. That's not bad for a nights pleasure, the way you fucked him you're the one who should be paying."
"I have no idea what this is all about Sherry, but it sounds suspicious to me that you are running a whore house."
"Not exactly a whore house, it's more of a swank sex club, my members, or clients if you wish, are men of standing in the community, my girls all hold legitimate jobs during the daytime. Some girls are stenos, some are nurses, some are stewardesses, and a lot of them are plain house wives just like yourself. They all like sex and they all can use the extra money, here take diis money, it's yours, you earned it."
"Sherry, I now understand you and your husband, and I can tell you this right now . . . you'll have to get out of this town and fast, I'm going to tell the police about you if you don't. What's more I'm going to tell them I was raped last night and again this morning."
"Hold on there Connie,". Bill interjected with a sneer on his face, "we have plenty of witnesses to prove you were the aggressor last night, you'd look funny in a court of law saying YOU were raped, it's just the other way around I think."
"It's not true, I was tight and that man raped me." Connie replied, but in a much smaller voice, she was seeing the implication they were using.
"Furthermore, you enjoyed sucking, me off right here in your own house this morning, didn't you, that's not rape, you loved it and you know it. Why don't we all have a drink and settle down for a moment?"
Connie's mind was spinning like a top, these people were insane and maybe dangerous, perhaps she'd better go along with them and they'd leave. Her situation was becoming unbearable, maybe her mother would drop in, what would she do then, the best way might be to have a drink and get rid of them peacefully.
"There's glasses and vodka and ice right behind you Bill in that little bar, mix us all a drink." Connie said.
Bill mixed three drinks and passes them around. The refreshing cool drink did seem to clear Connie's head, actually it was muddling her all the more, but she didn't realize it. Bill mixed another round and now all three felt better. Connie was sure they were going to be reasonable and stop this reference to last night and go home and let her alone at last.
"Bill tells me you like to finger fuck yourself Connie, I do too but I prefer a great deal of variety in sex, most of all I like Bill to eat my pussy, he is the world champ in that department and I feel proud to have trained him, would you like to see a demonstration?"
"Please don't talk that way in front of me Sherry." Connie replied, but the thought of watch- ing Bill go down on his wife was tantalizing and her hot twat was starting to itch at the sight of Bill's now hardening prick. His pants were tight and she could see the rod stiffen as he stared at her breasts. The drinks had made her a little woozy.
Suddenly both Bill and Sherry stood up and quickly disrobed completely. Sherry's enormous growth of jet black pubic hair was a sight for anyone to behold, and her huge titties were beautiful even to another woman. The man and wife popped into bed beside Sherry and immediately began to fondle her now hardening titties.
Within the space of a wink Connie felt something wet and hot on her belly button. It was Bill's mouth, and she felt a terrifying shock run through her body, what was he doing down there? Before she had time to think she felt another hot wetness on her left tittie. That was Connie's mouth and Connie was licking and lapping and sucking all at once at her tittie and her nipple, my God, what was going on?
The expert team soon had Connie in a state of passion unrivaled in Connie's past. The two tongues worked in unison, until Connie's flushed face began to distort into a convulsive redness and her breath was coming in hammer-like pants. Bill had found her cunt and he wasted no time at preliminary play, he dropped his mouth right smack on her clit where he sucked and lapped and licked at just the right tempo.
Connie's clit turned brick hard, her teats in the center of her nipples felt like needles, her loins had turned to volcano like heat, she was reaching climax faster than she ever had with masturbation. Her long legs sprang up and encirlced Bill's curly head and she pumped her cunt into his face as her clit began it's stream of woman gism. Her come spouted into the hungry mouth, Bill's hands squeezed her asscheeks till they almost bled, Sherry was sucking her titties till it seemed she'd pull them from their sockets when, all of a sudden the husband and wife stopped and drew back from the trembling girl.
"That's just a sample of real sex darling, us three will be having more of that soon, wait till I eat your pussy, and wait till you eat mine." Sherry said as she and Bill arose and began to dress.
"We're having another party tonight, and we expect you to be there Connie, you're one of us now and you must show up, if you don't come we'll come and get you." Bill said in a serious tone, as the two were on their way home, leaving the $250.00 on her dresser.
Chapter Seven
Now that her terrible new neighbors had left Connie lay back to try to think out her prediciment. Her mind was confused, her body exhausted, even her sight seemed dim. The booze and her excessive coming had her youthful body and senses disoriented plus the fact that she seemed to be entrapped in some sort of high class white-slave operation.
Why, or why had she ever let her husband go in the first place, if only Harry were here everything would be all right. Why did she have to foul herself to learn about sex, sex was the only problem she'd had with Harry, and had she known then what she knew now Harry would still be with her.
If Harry did come back to find her transformed into a sex maniac how could she explain it. What a quandry to be in she thought. If she told Harry the whole truth he might understand, but if he took it the wrong way then her marriage was for sure the drain forever. She spied a box of sleeping tablets on her dresser, got up and took two of the potent pills, enought to put her to sleep for sure, sleep was her only solution to this impossible situation.
Connie took the sleeping pills about four o-clock in the afternoon and they really put her into a deep slumber, a slumber that would normally last for eight hours. It was no wonder then when her husband Harry knocked on the door at ten that she didn't hear him. Harry had come to visit his bride and make a good stab at patching things up, but on his arrival he discovered he had lost his house keys.
After several knocks and several blasts of the doorbell Harry gave up. Connie must have either gone out, which was unlikely, or she might have gone next door to visit the new neighbors. There were sounds of merriment coming from his neighbors house, perhaps they were having a party and Connie was there. In any case it was worth a try and Harry crossed the two lawns and knocked on his neighbors door.
Harry entered the house when a young girl had opened the door.
"I'm Harry Travers from next door, and I wondered if my wife was over here?" he inquired of the girl in hot pants who had opened the door.
"I'm just a guest myself, there's a party going on, wait for a moment and I'll find the hostess." The girl said with more than a friendly smile.
Harry looked around the huge living room and library with great interest and curiosity. The house seemed to be bursting with people and they were certainly not the kind of people he was accustomed to meeting at parties out in this neighborhood. The girls all seemed young and beautiful, the men all seemed middle aged or older, it was a mysterious gathering for sure.
A fantastically gorgeous girl came up to Harry and shook hands with him. "You must be Connies husband, she was here just a moment ago but returned home for something or other, please come in and join the party."
Harry gave this beauty a slow once over and come to the conclusion that the new neighbors were really something else, this was a girl almost as beautiful as Connie.
"I'm Sherry Arthur, you're new neighbor, we must get acquainted, here, take this drink and let's drink a toast to our future good relations."
Harry took the proferred drink and raised his glass to touch Sherry's and he said "Salud, and here's to the future."
The two huge rooms were packed with people and they all seemed to be smoking and drinking and laughing. Music filled the air from unknown places, the whole party seemed livlier and gayer than any Harry had ever been to before. The clinking of glasses told him that this was a heavy drinking crowd, another unusual thing for this conservative north shore area.
Sherry took Harry's arm and led him into a cluster of six girls and two other men. The men were old enought to be Harry's father but the six girls were all about Connie's age. Each girl was dressed in mini-mini skirts or short-short hot pants. It was hard to tell which girl was the prettiest as all of them were knockouts.
One man was telling a very dirty story, every other word was 'fuck,"cunt,"cocksucker,"prick,' or worse. Wow, thought Harry, what a crowd, this was some party indeed. But what kind of people were these, they had him baffled completely, the men would pinch the asses of the girls every once in a while and the girls didn't seem to mind a bit.
Sherry hadn't left Harry's side since he entered and Harry wasn't complaining for, of all the thirty or forty girls in the room this Sherry was by far the most beautiful. She had eyes that seemed to exude sex, and her low cut dress struggled in vain to contain her huge titties which Harry knew were hard because Sherry had pressed them against his body ever since he'd met her.
Sherry wasn't taken to Harry because he was a neighbor, she was instantly impressed with his rugged good looks and it had been a long time since Sherry had seen a man she went for. She had made up her mind to seduce this handsome hunk of mal-ness the very second she saw him. Her hand never let go of his arm as she guided him through the throng of heavy drinking merrymakers.
Harry couldn't figure this deal out at all, in one way it reminded him of some of the stag parties he and the boys threw out at the club eveiy so often, but why? The reason came to him in a flash, all these people were single, there wasn't a single man and wife there except his hostess and her husband, but he hadn't seen or met him either. A veiy odd thought occurred to him, maybe this had been a hen party to begin with and all these older man had gotten wind of it and had crashed it. In any case he was beginning to be pleased himself, especially with his hostess who at times seemed to almost snuggle up to him.
Harry couldn't help noticing that couples would leave from time to time, it seemed they disappeared into the bedroom area, what in the world would they be doing there? Oh well, what's the difference, the drinks were good and this beauty beside him had really got him going.
"Do you like this house?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, we love it here, we came from Milwaukee and there we had a much smaller house, here we can entertain a lot more people, and a lot better class of people, Chicagoans are super and they spend money like it's water." Sherry replied as she gave Harry's arm an intimate squeeze.
"The old neighborhood will really appreciate your folks, we've been too dull around her for too many years." Harry volunteered.
"Well, we have a party every night except Sun- day, does that sound lively enough for the north shore?" Sherry replied.
"Every night, my land, that sounds impossible, how can you afford it?"
"What you don't understand is that we make money at our parties, every time you see a couple disappear we are making money, you see the girls here are what you might call 'professional' party girls," Sherry replied in her business like tone of voice.
"I am getting it at last, these girls are really prosties and thhis is a whore house, right Mrs. Arthur?" Harry replied with indignation, as he suddenly recalled that his precious bride Connier was here, but then on second thought he knew that his wife couldn't be here, they had been lying to him when they said she was here.
Honey, it's not a whore house, we run a swanky suburban sex klub, a house for the very best people. Our girls are all high class and clean, they come from Chicago and from other suburbs, some of them work and some are housewives, they all have one thing in common . . . they like sex and they like money. We put on special shows twice a week and there's one about to start upstairs right now, come on up with me, you'll enjoy it."
Harry wanted to run out and call the police, imagine a whore house right next door to him. But when Sherry's seductive perfume and her more seductive woman smell reached his nostrils, and he looked down at her fully packed set of titties he thought different, after all lie was here now and tomorrow would be just as good to report her to the police.
Hany and Sherry joined the crowd that was moving upstairs and as they strolled Harry felt more and more attracted to this devilish woman on his arm, he even was glad that he had come over here tonight, the tensions he had been experiencing since he had split with Connie were fast disappearing, right now his mind was between his legs and it felt good.
The upstairs of the Arthur's house had had a great deal of remodeling, Hany noticed. The wall between the two master bedrooms had been removed making one large room and the room had been decorated with ceiling to floor mirrors all around. Even the ceiling itself was one vast mirror. The thickly carpted floor was strewn with huge satin pillows, and there wasn't another stick of furniture in the room.
In the exact center of the room though was a raised round platform. The platform was about a foot off the floor and covered with a purple carpet, a bright spotlight shone down on the platform, it's rays just exactly the same size as the platform itself. The windows were gone, covered with the mirrors. Harry had never seen a room like this before and he wondered how it was used.
Sherry stopped the crowd at the entrance way and announced that before the show could begin all viewers must strip down to the raw. A room across the hall provided a place to leave clothing and shoes. In no time at' all the crowd was filing into the mirrored room in the altogether even Harry had stripped down.
Each quest was handed a small packet of marijuana and a pack of matches. Soon the room was full of naked whores and naked businessmen, perhaps there were thirty girls and ten men. Many men had two girls and all had at least one. Sherry and Harry were paired together and sat close to the platform with their backs resting against a single huge bolster pilllow.
Soon the room was filled with the pungent sexy smell of pot, and it was obvious that the show was about to begin. Sherry was the M.C., a job that she took with ease, she merely announced to the gathering that it was 'Showtime.' Everyone settled back to watch one of Sherry's famous party shows. The only light was the bright spot, which burned down on the round platform in the center of the room.
Harry had never smoked pot in his life and he was enjoying it to the utmost. The naked forms around him were difficult to make out at first but soon he could see better and the lovely young girls reminded him of his visions of a Turkish harem.
A slim but full busted, and round assed black girl ascended the stage, she was naked as any of the spectators, but somehow her shimmering jet black skin made her the most enticing woman in the room. She gracefully turned her body around and around, and then she sat down, spread her ebony thighs and exposed her huge forest of pubic hair. Her hands crept down to her crotch and she split her cunt wide open.
Her vagina was long and wide and flaming red inside. Her pussy lips though were black" and her huge clitoris atop the pussy seemed to be a creamy white color. The clit was at least an inch and a half long and stood a half inch high. At the sight of this oversized penis like organ most of the girls let out a sigh of envy and amazement.
This black beauty had been imported from Nassau just for this party, she and her two brothers had performed for some of the worlds most famous people, Moslem princes, Texas oil men, British lords, and wherever people could afford them they went. Their fee was a thousand each for one show and Sherry was distinctly the most interested person in the room because it was she who had laid out the $3,000.00 to put this show on.
The bright spot dimmed to half strength and now the forms of the spectators faded away almost entirely, there wasn't a sound in the room except for the soft puffing of the marijuana and an occasional kiss. It seemed that some of the people were still interested in themselves, and the sourroundings were certainly conducive for loving and fucking and anything else that people want to do when they're naked and togeher.
Sherry's decorator had installed an electric mechanism inside the round platform that when turned on caused the platform to revolve veiy slowly, and in this manner everyone in the room could watch the action no matter where they sat or reclined. The turntable was turned on and the gorgeous black girl was getting turned on.
All eyes were on the girl now as she sat on her ass with her elbows supporting her torso with her hand reaching down to gently massage her huge clitoris. Her fingers circled round and round the luscious cunt and her middle finger never left home base . . . the clit. Everyone could see inside her pussy and if they looked a little closer they could see her pre-come juices starting to flow.
Within a very few minutes her cunt was a sea of pussy juice and her fingers created a slight slurping sound as they ran through the sexy red trench. Her face took on a sublime look of pleasure and there wasn't a girl in the house who wasn't either mentally or actually jacking off along with her. The heat generated by so many people plus the heat generated within her own body soon had the delectable negress bathed in sweat. The tiny little globules of sweat made her skin sparkle and glisten, even in the subdued spot.
Her natural womanly body oders wafted far enough away from her so that those in the front row could smell the sexuality of the woman. Her cunt fragrance added to the sweat and together her body was almost like a sex bomb. There wasn't a man or woman there who didn't want to jump up with her and suck her spectacular cunt, and she had a plan.
Her soft cultured British accented voice carried clear and invitingly throughout the room, "Any woman who can take my two brothers on at once may eat my pussy right now, remember that my two brothers have cocks eighteen inches long and three inches thick, that's the deal suck me and you msut pay the price by taking my brothers on at the same time."
Sherry catered to lesbians and bi-sexuals as well as men and in the crowd was a most beautiful blond who was bi-sexual but a little more lesbian than anything. She heard the announcement and began to drool with the thought of eating that cunt. Her name was Vera and last night she had witnessed Connie's big fuck, she had thought that she was going to get some of Connie but Connie had passed out, and ever since then her mouth had watered for cunt.
Vera thought of the eitheen inch pricks she would have to take, and fortunately for her she was built extremely large in the breech, in fact no man had ever satisfied her completely, this was her chance. A chance to satisfy herself two ways and best of all she was getting it free, her mind made up, she stepped onto the platform. A cheer went up from the assembled perverts.
"If I'm going through with this I insist on my own ground rules, mainly that you let me suck you off exactly in the way that I want to and that you ill give me all your come, in other words I want no holding back on your part." Vera said as she gazed down at the reclining shimmering back goddess.
"Of course she agrees, I own her for all night!"
Sherry cried.
With that reassurance Vera went to work. First she reached down to stop the girls masturbation, then she stretched the girl out on her tummy. The girls glistening black ass stood out like twin mounds of black silk, and her graceful long back rippled with classically molded muscles, her long tapered legs were as stems to a beautiful black rose.
Vera herself was something to look at, her platinum blond hair fell to her waist, her huge titties with their half inch teats were taut and anxious to press against warm flesh. Vera's mouth though showed her eagerness, her lips were thick and wide and her tongue constantly darted out to keep her lips wet and shining.
Vera mounted the black girl in the straddle position, her pussy only a couple of inches above the black asscheeks, she was on her elbows and knees, and it was from this position that she began the age old ritual of lesbian love and sex. Vera bent her head down and began to lick the back of her neck. Her tongue flashed in and out of her red lips, touching every speck of skin.
From the neck Vera moved on to the delicate ears, licking and sucking.each perfect ear lobe, and then the tongue flattened out as she lapped across the back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, and she tossed her blond head back and forth her spike tipped titties grazed the small of the girls back, making her titties even harder if that was possible. Criss-crossing her tongue and lips over and over again until she reached the black ass mounds, when her own cunt began to throb.
When she reached the base of the spine she stopped her back and forth lapping and started a vertical wide tongued lap of the vertebra, from the ass crack to the base of the neck the red hot Vera licked and lapped and nipped a bit slowly and sex-ily. Up and down the backbone went the busy tongue as it lapped at the finely textured and sleek black skin.
Vera was one who never shaved her arm-pits and now in her heat her own sweat glands were in high gear. Her hot under arm juices were dripping large drops of liquid all over the black skin below her, making the ebony skin all the more shiny and sexy. Vera's mouth finally finished the back, and skipping the asscheeks altoghether she slid down to begin frenching the individual black toes.
She took each toe and sucked it just as though it were a prick, then her mouth pressed upwards, loving the calfs, then the tender skin behind the knees, then under her thighs, and at last she began on the two choice asscheeks. Nipping and sucking, licking and lapping, she went round and round the two luscious trembling globes of coal black flesh.
Now she placed one hand on either cheek, parted them and gasped with joy as she saw the pungent smelling asshole buried in the depths of the crack. Her saliva laden tongue bathed the inner walls of the magnificent ass and when it was sopping wet she extended her four inch tongue all the way and pressed it's full length deep into the charming asshole.
Vera tongue fucked the jet black asshole until the lips of the hole finally relaxed, and it was then she received a bonus. The tiny hole parted briefly and puffed out a fragrant little fart which Vera inhaled gratefully, filling her lungs with the musky odor and smiling a smile of sexual pleasure. Vera tenderly rolled the sweat drneched love queen over. She placed the black's arms akimbo but with her hands under her head, in that way the clusters of busy black underarm hair were perfectly available and the underarm musk could fill the air around the titties. Now Vera went to work in earnest, first she smothered the thick sensuous black mouth with her own red lips. Her tongue went deep into the pinkness of her lovers mouth, so deep in fact that she touched her tonsils.
Watching the animalistic love that Vera was demonstrating was having an effect on every person in the room, every man had a hard on and every woman had a wet pussy. Even the hardened madem-whore Sherry was in heat. Harry was laying close to her and his hand has been cupping a tittie ever since they sat down, he could feel her heat and her excitement mounting little by little.
Vera finally had enough of the tender frech kiss and she drew her saliva sopped mouth over the throat and into the midst of the thick arm-pit bush, there she sucked and sucked at the sweat drenched hair follicles, first one arm pit then the other, and at last she began her tittie loving. The tight skin covering the milk glands were capped with thick mounds of extra black circles of a three inch diameter.
As she tantalized the titties by going round and round the base with her saliva filled mouth she began to jack the thick long teats. This put the girl in a state of extreme sexual anxiety and her hips began to roll and toss as her entire genital system was in a state of milk shock. Now Vera pressed a full loaded tittie between her strong hands and squeezed.
Sure enough, after three hard squeezes the teat spurted it's white creamy 'witches milk." Vera lapped at the milk and tasted it's sweet taste. Then to the other teat and again she was successful in milking out a tiny stream of the tittie cream. The onlookers appluaded politely at this show of expertise. Every full blown tittie has the milk, but it takes know-how to get it out. Vera was indeed a professional.
The titties were left in a sea of saliva and sweat from both girls as Vera's tongue sought the lint filled belly button, there she dug in as deep as she could to extract the musky little cheese drops, and as soon as it was clean she eyed the piece di resis-tance . . . the heavenly huge, thick lipped black ringed cunt with it's shocking pink interior.
Vera now assumed a new position, she placed her knees beside either side of the heaving flat bel- lied black torso, faced the pussy, and bent over to smell and admire the huge cunt she was about to eat so joyfully. As she bent over her own asscheeks rose just above the black girls face.
Vera knew by woman instinct that the black girl was bi-sexual, but wasn't about to let her have a bit of her tonight. She had only had her ass back there for a minute when the black made her move. The move was forced by nature . . . first the black girl was more than a little gay to start off with, second, Vera's hot crotch was exuding a terrifically powerful mush, third, her own cut had been on fire for well over a half hour.
The long pink tongue of the black girl lashed out at the blond cunt hairs poised so tantalizingly above her quivering nostrils and the tongue did make contact, but as quick as she touched the blond pussy bush Vera called out to Sherry,"I don't want this bitch to touch me, get some one to hold her down, I'm doing all the cunt lapping around her tonight."
Sherry responded instantly, calling for one of the black men who had been waiting in the wings for their turn at performing. A medium built man emerged from the darnkess, that is medium height and medium weight, between his legs there swung a limp prick and a pair of balls that brought a gasp from all the spectators. He was half elephant and half-man.
The man kneeled at his sisters head, placing one leg over each of her arms. The giil was pinned down tightly but it didn't stop her from bucking as hard as she could with her shoulders and neck to get up to the hot cunt directly above her face. Buck as she did, she was stymied, this would not become a sixy-nine party even though many spectators would have liked that very much.
The room itself was overheated now, the naked bodies were sweating from emotion and from the temperature itself. The smell of pot was heavy in the air, and the musk of thirty hot cunts added to the pungence. Every single organ, male and female was pulsing with the excitement of the performance on the platform.
Harry was as hot as anyone in the place. Sherry's glamorous body alone was enough to raise a hard on, but when she began to stroke and fondle his genitals Harry had to fight himself for control. The puase on the stage had given him a chance to plant a hot french kiss on the luscious lipped Sherry's mouth, but when she called for the black man he had to stop.
Never once did Harry think or worry about his Connie, he was high on pot and booze and sexuality from every direction. Connie was a million miles away from his thoughts, all he really thought of was how sweet it would be to suck and fuck this marvelous whore who was cuddled up so close to him and who, at this moment was stroking his huge hard-on.
Just to keep from coming in this sex charged atmosphere was a feat in itself thought Harry, never in his wildest dreams did he picture himself in the center of a scene like this, but oddly he was loving every second of the bizarre setup. He glanced at the other people through the haze and the ones he could see seemed to be just as enraptured as he was, maybe all humans were animalistic deep down he thought.
Now that Vera had secured her lover with her own brothers strong legs she was free to enjoy this hot cunt all to herself. Her tongue began a tortur-ously long route to the pulsing clitoris. She began by licking along the top of the triangle of pussy hair, then she licked down the sides of the triangle, savoring every hair follicle and sucking a mouth full of wet hair every inch or two.
Her long red lacqured fingernail slipped under the black asscheeks and probed it's way directly into the boiling hot rectum. The asshole was slack and she added a finger, still slack, she added another, and finally she had all four fingers right up the dirt road, pumping them in and out with a slow, maddeningly sexy cadence.
As her mouth drew closer and closer to the heavy lipped cunt her passion increased, and as the delightful pussy odor filled her nostrils she could feel her very brain vibrating with desire to clamp onto the huge clitoris that was now swollen so that it looked exactly like a penis.
The gism hole in the clit was open, the piss hole just below it was open, and the vagina walls had separated in hopes of getting something in between them to sucjeeze and fuck. Just to pacify the vagina she pressed her nose as sdeep as she could into the pink cavern and wiggled her nose as much as she could, and the cunt walls snapped right back at her nose but the walls were so wet with pre-come juice that the nose slipped easily out of the clutch.
Up and down the slit went the hot lips of the hotter tongue, licking, lapping, sucking, the lips and the tongue tasted the good cunt juices and felt the heat of the cunt almost bursting to expel a load of woman gism. As the mouth would come closer and closer to the clit the poor black girl would moan a little and a little more.
Finally, Vera could hold out no longer, her tongue began to stroke the lady-rpick ever so lightly. The tip of her tongue found the 'man in the boat' and the little gism hole in the center of the boat. It was in this spot that she excelled better than any cuntlapper in Chicago and she gave this gorgeous black girl from Nassau the lapping of her life.
Using her hot breath as much as her tongue she brought the clit to an unbearable state of frenzy, in fact the whole cunt began to tremble and pulsate. Black thighs wrapped around her head and swueezed tightly, and the black asscheeks began to pump into her mouth, on the down stroke the black beauty was getting a reaming from Vera's fingers, on the upstroke her cunt was getting the massage of it's life.
The black girl's face was drawn tight in a convulsive distortion of desire, her mouth was foaming like a mad dog, and it took all the strength her brother could muster to hold back from biting the blonds cunt right out of her crotch. The hips beat faster, Vera's tongue flicked faster, when at last the first sign of a ture climax appeared.
A shriek of passion split the sex and marijauana laden air. The ebony skinned queen from Nassau had felt a thunderbolt from her asshole, through her cunt, up her belly, filling both titties, and finally exploding in her brain. Her eyes closed tight, her teeth bit through her lower lips, causing a trickle of blood to run down her face. And at the same moment her clitoris blew a geyser of hot gism up into the surprised Vera's face.
Vera's face was covered with the hot femals gism and still the cunt kept sprewing it's sex cream. Vera swallowed as fast as she could, swallowed and licked at her face, hating to miss the tiniest drop of the love potion. The black girls belly jerked and shook, her hips revolved in a mad dance of some ancient tribal rhythm, her asscheeks beat a tattoo on the floor of the platform that seemed like machine gun fire.
For a full five minutes the cunt flushed it's creamy gism and the maniacal Vera missed very little of the precious life making fiery come. Slowly but surely the thrashing body slowed its gyrations, until at last her body went into a dead trance, nothing about her moved, she was completely drained by Vera the lover girl who had no peer. Vera though continued to lick her genitals dry of all the come, until there was nothing left but her own sticky saliva.
Chapter Eight
The spotlight was turned back to full power and it's glaring whiteness shot a shaft of brilliance through the smokey air. Now the platform contained just one girl . . . the magnificent tall blond lay quietly in the center, her body glistening and sparkling with persperation. Her own clit had almost exploded when the black girl came, but with practised self control she held her load, meaningg to use every speck of her sexuality on the girls brothers who were even now approaching the platform.
The black girl had slunk off the stage and had obtained a good viewing spot between two overt lesbians. The two butchs were happy to have the enoby queen even though she had just been drained, nature was wonderful and the girl should recharg in just a little while, then the lezzies would tiy to make her again.
The two heavy hung boys from the Bahamas leaped onto the platform and their sister was hoping they'd kill that fucking blond bitch with their huge cocks. Right now both pricks were soft so it would be up to Vera to get them ready. The boys, named Ted and Bob kneeled down, one boy on either side of the blond bomshell.
Bob took her left globe in his huge mouth while Ted took her right tittie. Both titties were streaming with sweat and they tasted as good as they looked. As the boys sucked away Vera slipped her right hand behind Ted's huge limp prick and began to fondle his balls. Her left hand captured Bob's balls. Vera knew her testicles, she knew just where to squeeze and just where to stroke.
Vera's sex drenched body gave off an odor that assailed both boys nostrils, and if there is anything that arouses a blck man it is the smell of a white woman who is in heat. Vera was not only in heat she was white hot, her asshole twitched, her cunt throbbed, and her titties were on fire from the delightful sucking they were getting from these ravenous big mouthed lovers.
Vera's long fingers reached higher behind their balls and before they could realize it she had slipped a finger into the two assholes where she began a twisting pumping action that was irresistably sexy. Within three minutes both Ted and Bob sported huge hard-ons, and in another minute or so their testicles were swollen smooth.
As huge as Veras titties were the brothers were able to take the whole melon each between their lips and suck the tasty globes all the way into their big mouths. Vera had never experieneed this before and the feeling was terrific, her titties felt so hot and so slipeery wet inside those pink mouths. She was all ready enjoying these boys, Harry, cuddled close to the fabulous Sherry, was beginning to think the world had turned upside down, never had he seen or heard of any thing like this. Two men who were obviously built too large for any girl were about to fuck this beautiful blond girl right in front of his eyes. His mind flashed back momentarily to hie wife and how beautiful she was, if only she knew how to fuck, what a wife she'd make.
The two black cocks were now as hard as steel girders, and they looked as big. Supposed to be eighteen inches long the prickes looked like twenty four inches, supposed to be three inches thick, they looked six inches thick. Everyone was worried about Vera, how coulb she possibly handle these two at once without being ripped apart?
The boys stopped their tittie sucking and rolled the white beauty over on her side. The boys lay on either side of her, she was a white insert between two black giants, sort of a chicken on rye bread effect. It was going to be difficult for Vera to go through twith her deal, but difficult or not she was going to try, even though she died in the attempt.
Sherry's body was giving Harry more confort than he had ever had before in his life, but his mind turned back to reality when he took a good look at the platform. The blond girl was almost as beautiful as his own dear Connie, and how such a gorgeous girl could put on such a degrading exhibition was beyond his comprehsnion.
Connie was so much the opposite, so refined, so moral, so shy sexually, and so totally inhibited, and yet, here he was, Harry Travers, the impeccable husband, participating in and actually enjoyed a lewd, degenerate exhibitiion in this house of iniquity. Sherry's fingers closed seductively around his stiff prick, his fingers squeezed her perspiring tittie, her woman musk was strong, and Harry instantly dispelled all thoughts of his prudish bride.
Bob's sleek skinned black prick was already halfway into Vera's cunt and the nine or ten inches made her gasp softly, the spectators thought she was in pain, actually Vera was gasping in pleasure and rising toward the wonderful weapon. She was on her back, her crotch spread wide open with Bob's torso covering her own, her sopping wet pussy was lubing his cock beautifully and she knew she could take a mammoth shaft with pleasure.
Vera eased Bob's body to one side without disturbing the fuck, then she gently pulled Ted's powerful penis to her lips as she seated Ted atop her titties. It was close quarters for the boys but the position was more than adequate. Bob's thick black rod was now sliding in and out of her cunt with perfect rhythm and sexual satisfaction for both.
With both her hands she guided Ted's delectable dong into her wide spread mouth, her avideness showed in her large emerald eyes when the lids closed to half-mast and a mist seemed to coat the part that was visible. She pressed the prick and pressed her wide spread lips at once, the bulbous purple head was almost in her mouth when, with a desperate lung, both corners of her lips split open.
Rivulets of bright crimson blood ran down each side of her white chin, bringing gasps of amaxement from the spectators. Ted pushed hard on his cock, Vera loosened every musle in her throat. The three inch cockhead moved against her tonsils but no further, now carefully and with snake-like mobility Vera jack-knifed the upper half of her body so that she was in a position to swallow the prick inch by inch.
As a sward-swallower practices his craft Vera swallowed the full eighteen inches of jet black satin covered cock with seeming ease. Bob pumped away at the grasping vagina, Ted had only to balance himself while Vera's alimentary tract softly but firmly jacked him off. Vera's hands clasped Ted's asscheeks and her sharp finger nails cut into his flesh.
Vera was in the hottest frenzy of her life, she was enjoying the slap of Ted's balls into her throat and Bob's balls into her ass. Bob's cockstroked smoothly over her white hot clit, a clit bursting with the pressure of a pint of gism. She was in pain, but a pain of total sexual satisfaction. She sucked, she fucked, and she dug her nails deeper into Ted's ass, s so deep that his blood was streaming down her arms.
With typhoon like fury Vera bucked and shook, her clit tightened just before the dam broke, then with a desperate shudder her entire sex system, from her asshole through to her belly button exploded a small sea of female gism, blowing it's sticky hot wetness all over the frantic prick inside her cunt.
Bob blew his creamy charge right into the face of Vera's come, Ted, feeling the two animals below him reach their frenzied climax responded instantly with his own stream of creamy gism, flooding Vera's voracious stomach with hot love come. Vera continued to fuck and suck, her pussy continued to pour forth it's potent potion, her throat contracted to suck surge after surge of Ted's gism. The girl was in a state of euphoria she never imagined in her wildest fantasies.
For the first time in her life Vera had cock big enough to satisfy her and she was recklessly pursuing both pricks for all she could get. The threesome finally slowed the pace, the pricks softened and withdrew, the thunderstruck spectators stood clapping and cheering her feat, even the black girl gave her a hand. As though handling a precious jewel the two boys helped her to her feet and the three bowed before leaving the platform.
The music was turned on in the mirrored room and more pot was passed out. Pricks were eased into whore cunts, other pricks were being sucked, the bull dykes were loving their companions, everyone in the room it seemed was involved in oral love or fornication. The only two who were not fucking or sucking were Harry Travers and Sherry Arthur.
Harry was romancing Sheny as though she were a virginal debutante. Even though the two were naked and wrapped around each other in a sweating, panting love clutch, Sheny was maintaining a cool brain, she wanted Harry in a compromising situation tonight. She feigned a certain amount of passion for Harry and some she couldn't feign, Harry was the handsomest man she'd held in her arms for a long time and she was enjoying it no end.
Harry's erection was only the focual point of his entire genital aggravation, his testicles, his asshole and all the area from the base of his prick up to his belly button had been bathed in heat-ever since he had laid close to Sheny. Now that the two were locked in the depths of a soul kiss he could begin to feel his entire body begin to warm with desire.
Sherry slid her right hand between their close pressed bodies and down to her crotch, then her finger moved into her cunt wet pussy. She coated the finger with her sticky pre-come juice, pulled her hand back up and placed the finger on Harry's lips. Harry licked the finger fully aware of where it had been and what was on it.
"You've just eaten my pussy Harry, did it taste good?" Sherry cooed.
"Mnnnnn, I love it, give me more." Harry replied huskily.
"Oy yes, dear boy, you can have all you want," she said as she slipped her hand back down for a refill. But this time she wet three fingers and when she placed all three fingers on his lips he was able to inhale her strong cunt odor as well as to lick the heavy sexy tasting liquid.
"Does it smell good Harry?" Sherry whispered as she ran another finger around his ear.
"Oy yes, darling it smells and tastes wonderful." Harry said.
Now Sherry inserted her entire hand into her vagina to cup a handful of her sex juices, this load she smeared into the huge growth of silken black hair that grew from her armpit. Harry's whetted appetite drove his mouth right into the forbidden hot cluster of already sweat drenched hair, the misx-ture of sweat and cunt juice had a musk unrivaled by any perfume, and the taste of the combined woman wetness captured Harry's last senses.
"Let me feel your lips on my titties harry, just a second though they should be dampeneed first." Sherry cooed on and this time she ran a stream of her saliva into her hand and bathed a tittie with her mouth juice and as Harry lapped at a fantastic large breast she passed her finger below her vagina and into her twitching asshole. Now she raised that finger with it's shit musk and placed it under Harry's nose.
Harry was inhaling all of the fumes a woman can exude by now and the combination of the exotic fumes seemed to float all around his brain, exciting him to the point where he was enslaved to this sex queen. Sherry had the boy right where she wanted him, soon he would go all the way with her and that's what she had set out to accomplish.
Sherry's fingers gently clasped his prick peeled his foreskin back so that her fingernail could scoop his prick cheese. She ran the finger around inside her mouth, letting her taste buds savor the thick viscous cream that she loved so much.
"Harry you taste good too." she breathed into his ear.
"Not as good as you do sweetheart, let me have some more of this other tittie." Harry said quickly as he lapped at her hard teat.
"Yes, of course dear heart, there's plenty more." And this time she reamed herself so that tiny specks of her golden shit would stick to her fingers. Withdrawing her finger from her asshole she slipped her whole hand into her cunt and painted the neglected tittie with the stronger mixture, Harry was just another degenerate, no better than her. Harry went after the sex coated tittie like a hound after a hare.
A second secret spotlight was imbedded in the mirrored ceiling just above the place where Harry and Sheny were making love and the switch to turn it on was well within Sherry's reach. Her plan was to wait for the moment of truth, snap on the spot and in that way expose Harry as justanother degenerate, no better than anyone else at the party.
Her plan was proceeding right on schedule, even now Harry's hands were restlessly moving into her huge fur-like growth of crotch hair. He had seen that huge carpet of animal like hair but now he was running his fingers through it. Sherry had more hair between her belly button and her asshole than most women have on their head, and the growth was prettier than most women have on their head.
The hairs were at least four inches long and full and luxurious, if it were an unnatural growth it was a glorious unnatural growth and no man nor woman had ever complained about it. Right now that gorgeous bush was damp with emotional sweat and as Harry fondled the lovely stuff he had an uncontrollable desire to suck at the roots of every strand.
His head moved down to her cute belly button and his tongue began to swirl and twirl inside the pretty thing and as he did so the long pubic hair tickled his nose and his ears, increasing his desire to bury his face deep in the downy fur. Harry's desires were suddenly pierced with a thought of reality, what in God's name was he doing?
The word 'cuntlapper' had an evil connotation, Harry had heard the word a few times in his life and it always was used to describe the lowest thing any man could do. It was a depraved act, an illegal act, and certainly an act that he had never remotely considered doing except in his wildest fantasies, yet here he was sucking these public hairs and at the moment thinking of kissing her twat.
Sheny placed a pillow under her ass which elevated her crotch higher than the rest of her body, she softly pushed Harry's body between her wide spread thighs so that as he sucked and lapped and licked at her belly button his chest would be laying right in her 'center of sex.' Harry had kept his eyes closed up until then, but now he stole a peek.
Looking upwards Harry saw her towering hard titties trembling in excited expectation, between and beyond those lovely globes he could see her sexy face with it's huge dark eyes, that seemed to bore right through the darkness enticing him on and on. He unconsciously reached under her asscheeks, and grasping each succulent soft melon he sucked on and on.
Sherry's hands clasped Harry's head between them and as he sucked and lapped and licked she exerted a touch of downward force so slight that Harry wasn't evern aware of it. Her demanding, vibrating, white hot cunt was sopping wet with pre-come juices and her vagina odors were stronger than ever. Harry nudged closer and closer to the hot box.
The pot, the booze, the sexy soft music, the animalistic woman smell of this gorgeous girl, and most of all the seeming safety of her damp heavily haired'
loins were compelling him to go all the way with his asignation. Sherry uttered a serious of low moans as his face moved downwards and when she felt the slightest resistance she whispered, "Darling, please go furhter, I've got to feel you lower, can't you see I'm dying for your love?
That one little speech was all it took, Harry's mouth was on her cunt. Harry had finger fucked many a girl in his life but he didn't know that all pussies are equipped with a clitoris, in fact he knew nothing about a womans genital organs, period. His clumsy attempt at cuntlapping would do nothing for this experienced harlot and she knew it, but she also was a master at pretending.
Harry's tongue ran round the labia and the long cunt hair soaked with sweat and his own saliva was enough to give him the impression that he was committing a terrible crime and that this was the worst thing he had ever done in his life. He closed his eyes tight but his sense of smell arid taste worked perfectly, he kissed and lapped and licked at the hot organ of love and pleasure, his own organ was hard as a piece of steel.s
Sherry wondered when her husband Bill would make his appearance with Harry's wife Connie, her hand reached out to the special spotlight switch and she stroked in for reassurance. The way Harry seemed to be enjoying her cunt she knew she had plenty of time, yet she must be sure of her timing and up to now she hadn't seen or heard from Bill.
Chapter Nine
Sherry's husband Bill had not witnessed the exhibition in the mirrored room that he called the 'Sexatorium,' rather he had been very busy servicing a very rich north shore matron. The woman gladly paid Bill his $500.00 stud fee twice a week and she wasn't hard to take care of, all she demanded was the Bill let her eat his cock, and that he come in her mouth.
The matron insisted on absolute privacy and she insisted that Bill drink with her, the hardest part for Bill was the drinking, the old broad was an acute alcoholic and his work with her was never through until they had killed a quart of scotch between them. Tonight his work was finished, but as he dressed he realized that he was tight and he had an important assignment to cany out.
If he and Sherry were to continue giving their parties it was absolutely imperative that they frame both Connie and Harry into submission, otherwise they would blow the whole set-up. This place was too good a thing to risk any miscalculation, money was flowing in beyond their fondest dreams. Bill ran upstairs and noticed that the 'sexatorium' was dark, that means that the exhibitions were over and he only hoped that Sherry was doing her stuff.
Bill walked across the two lawns and knocked at the Travers' door. No answer at all, he knocked harder . . . no answer again, then in desperation he noticed a porch window ajar and he quickly raised the sash and leaped into the darkened living room. He ran up the stairs and pushed the door to the huge master bedroom open, there in total darkness he hoped to find his pigeon. He snapped his cigarette lighter on, found the light switch and now the room was brightly lighted.
Thank God, Connie was in her bed and stirring ever so slightly at the suddenly lighted room. In repose the girl looked fantastically desirable, her long golden hair was slightly mussed, her sensuous lips were parted to expose her even white teeth and her breathing was regular and silent. Both of her huge white titties had spilled out of her nighty and Bill thought he would love to give her a fuck right this minute.
His assignment was too important for him to waste time, maybe he'd have a chance later on to fuck, right now he had to get Connie up and over to the party pronto. He bent over the sleeping beauty and smartly slapped her face. Connie, who had been waking up slowly for the past ten minutes reacted immediately to the shock of the slap.
"What on earth do you want?" she cried in terror.
"You're past due at the party Connie, get your ass out of that bed right now," Bill replied almost viciously.
"I'll do nothing of the kind, you get out of here before I call the police!" the frightened girl retorted as she hastily pulled her nighty around her beautiful titties.
"There's no time to waste you cocksucker, get your ass out of there before I beat the shit out of you!" Bill shouted with a wicked sneer on his face, and he roughly pulled the hysterical girl to her feet. Connie sobbed and begged to be let alone but Bill had these kind before many times and he quickly pulled a mini-mini dress over her head and began to propel her down the stairs.
Oh God she thought, here she was about to be raped again and what could she do about, it Bill was far too strong for her to fight and her sreams would be to no avail way out here. She decided her best bet was to go along with this filthy man and hope for the best. The two walked across the lawns and into the swanky whore house.
When the door was closed behind them Bill roughly grasped the trembling girl and with a sadistic tone gave her her orders.
"You are to do everything I command you to do, if you make one slip we're going to expose you for the prostitute you really are, we have plenty of witnesses of your wild fuck last night to testify for us, and if that story breaks nationally you're reputation will be ruined all over the world. Honey you can't afford not to join the party and do as your told."
"I ... I ... I guess you're right, I'll cooperate." She sobbed out, and at the same moment she made up her mind to move out of her house the next day, her whole world had come to an end when she got involved with these depraved criminals. She would go through anything just so this night would come to an end.
Upstairs her impeccable husband was fervently pursuing his first experience at muff-diving and under the skillful manipulations of a whore who knew every nuance needed to drive a man crazy. Bill and Connie walked upstairs and entered the rear of the 'sexatorium,' where Bill removed Connie's dress, leaving her in a pair of high heeled shoes and nothing else.
Bill snapped the platform spotlight on at half strength, this was Sherry's cue, she moaned softly and whispered urgently and seductively to the slobbering mature pussy-sucker bztween her thighs.
"This next act is lousy, Harry, let's not watch it or we'll break our concentration, you've got me so excited now and I want so very much to come to you, don't stop your heavenly love please."
Harry's muffled answere came "up through her forest of cunt hair.
"Don't worry sweetheart, a team of horses couldn't drag me away from you now, am I doing it right?"
"You're the greatest Harry honey, just keep it up." She lied in her sexiest, lowest voice.
Sherry was looking directly at the platform which meant Harry's face was directly away from the platform, Sherry could watch the entire proceedings perfectly, while the performers could not see ouf in the audience, especially in the half spotlight. Harry would have to completely stop his oral attack and turn all the way around to see the platform.
Bill pulled Connie to the center of the stage and made an announcement.
"For the benefit of those of you who missed last night's fabulous fuck we are putting on a repeat performance between the two very same participants, here's- the hot cunted broad and if good old Jack will step up we're ready to begin."
Jack couldn't conceal his delight at this sudden turn of good luck, he leaped onto the platform with genuine alacrity and anxiousness. The contrast of youth and old age was obviously discernable at once. The sparse growth of white scraggly hairs around Jack's prick and deeply lined balls was offense in itself, but his leering, drooling face was all the more depraving.
Bill brought the couple together as if they were two boxers getting their last minute instructions from the referee, and he was very firm with the frightened Connie. -
"Remember now, do what he asks you to do and everything will be alright, disobey him and we'll ruin your life and bring disgrace to your whole family."
Connie knew she was being blackmailed, but what could she do? Already she had sucked Bill's prick and last night she had fucked this old man beside her. At least she knew what to expect, and truthfully both experiences had been enjoyable at the time. She wasn't as apprehensive as she thought she might be. If only Jack wasn't so old.
Bill turned to Jack Pearson, "Jack old boy this broad is on the house for you tonight, do whatever you want with her, I know you'll give us a good show, if you need any help call on Bob or Ted or Tiffany, all of them are fully paid for the night so use your own judgment," he said just before leaving the two alone on the platform.
This sudden stroke of good fortune had caught Jack unawares, but he quickly regained his composure and he began to think of how and what and who he'd utilize to get the most mileage of this 'stuck up' cunt. He remembered that Vera had not let Tiffany, the black girl, have any of her pussy, well perhaps he would give her a bit of this even more desirable pussy, she deserved it.
Jack called out for Tiffany to come to the stage, she heared him and disengaged herself from the bull dyke who was slobbering her with saliva soaked kisses. Not only was she glad to escape the lesbian, but she was overjoyed when Jack outlined his plan for the two of them. Jack gave her full permission to use Connie anyway she desired.
No human tongue had touched Connie's cunt until today when Bill Arthur had gone down on her in her own bed at home. Bill's tongue had felt good, but just when it was getting good he and Sherry had left. Connie somehow could tell that Tiffany wanted to go down on her even before a move was made, it was something in the flashing eyes of the black girl.
A pillow was handed up to Jack and he had Connie sit on it, the pillow was oblong in shape so that Connie could lay her torso down on it and let her long beautiful tapered legs hang over the end. This position gave Connie comfort and gave perfect accessability to her cunt for Jack and Tiffany. Connie sat on the pillow edge in a state of bewilderment and resignation. Tiffany and Connie were built almost like twins.
Both girls were a bit taller than average, both girls had huge eyes, delicate noses, tiny ears, perfect teeth, wide sensuous lips, long necks, titties that were wide spread and at least sized forty that were hard with extra long and thick teats that were built into large nipples, their bellies were flat, their cunt hair copious, their asses round and a bit large, and both had straight tapering long legs.
The vivid difference was in color, one almost blue-black, the other a brilliant white. Tiffany's satiny skin shimmered and glistened in the spotlight, Connie's skin glowed and sparkled, both girls were serious in their meanor, Tiffany with her urgent appetitie to get at the blondcunt, and Connie with the hopes that all this would be over soon so that she could flee to a far off place of safety.
Jack stood aside from the ravishingly gorgeous girls and admired their equal but different physical sexuality. Just the sight of so much pulchritude so close had started his once used (tonight) prick to harden perceptably, he wanted wild sex tonight but he wanted it to be slow and fully satisfying to all three of them.
Jack gave Tiffany the green light and she wasted no time in attacking her blond venus. Tiffany's arms wound around the trebling white girl and she held her in a gentle embrace of loving devotion as she whispered, "Darling, don't be frigh-teened, we won't harm you, we only want to love you," and her soft British accent was assuring to Connie who was looking for protection from' whoever would give it to her.
"Please, please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want." Connie replied in her small little voice.
"Just relax Connie, let me do the rest, believe me I won't hurt you nor let anyone else hurt a hair on your head, your safe with me," and with that Tiffany lightly stroked Connie's back, letting her hands go all the way down Connie's back to the luscious white asscheeks. The black girls breath was pure and sweet, her lips were a perfect cupids' bow of smooth warm Violent redness that had been moistened to enhance their seductive invitation to be kissed.
Tiffany placed her hot lips on one of Connie's huge blue eyes and softly contracted her lips ever so slightly, then the other eye where she left her tongue revolve slowly and lightly all around the socket, all the time her hands were lightly moving over the asscheeks with their magnetic touch. Tiffany's tongue traveled all over the white face with a practice born in her teen years when she first found the thrill of loving women.
Connie's face responded to the super petting with a faint flush, her tenseness was fast disappearing, and Tiffany felt a light pressure from Connie's thighs against her own. The time was right, Tiffany placed her lips on Connie's lips and found them parting and receptive, the two pink tongues met and touched and the spark of passion was kindled in their mouths.
Now it was Connie who pressed the hardest and Tiffany knew she had a captive lover. Their embrace was total now, both girls locked in the throes of a french soul kiss. Their tongues entwined and their lips sucked hard at each others saliva, Connie's tongue moved out of Tiffany's mouth and up to her nose, there she inserted the wiggling hot pink love stick into a black nostril, and she slid her tongue in and out over the wet mucous lined inner tube.
Tiffany eased her lovers body down on the large pillow and shifted her hands up to Connie's head, Connie's hands now moved slowly down the shining black back till she could feel the plump firm shimmering ass cheeks of Tiffany sending love signals out of her ass into her finger tips. Connie was aroused now and the awful place she was in was forgotten, the drooling Jack hadn't laid a finger on her, she felt safe, secure, and passionate.
Meanwhile, only ten feet away Connie's waspish husband was eating the cunt of the notorious whore and madam, Sherry Arthur. Harry was oblivious to any sound or movement anywhere except the sound of his own steady breathing and the movement of his tongue up and down the huge channel of love burried in the fantastic forest of damp public hiar in Sherry's crotch. Sherry's eyes and mind were on the performance of Tiffany and
Connie.
Sherry knew that a man can eat pussy for hours and hours and never tire of the thrill, many men will eat shit and drink piss from a hot girl, everything depended on the girl and how well she was able to hypnotize the man. Sherry was certain that Harry would never relinquish her cunt until she wanted him too. This man was completely captivated.
Around the room so heavy from marijuana fumes there were many depraved acts of sex taking place, here a girl was eating pussy, there a man was orally fucking a tight asshole, here a dyke and a whore were playing sixty-nine, and a few men were enjoying two girls at once, sucking one and fucking the other.
The whole room softly echoed the little cries of thirty adults engaged in mass sexual depravity, heavy breathing and saliva wert slurps came from every corner of the room and occasionally one would hear the soft sucking sound of a cunt or asshole that was being pumped by a prick. Actually the room was silent except for this sex sound, the three on the stage were the quietest of all.
Jack licked his chops in anticipation of what he would do to Connie as soon as Tiffany got her hot enough, and the way things were going that wouldn't be too far away. Connie was responding to lesbian love just as passionately as she had for normal love only the night before. The years of prohibition had been washed away in a veiy short time for Connie and she was certainly making up for lost time.
Male and feamle body sweat mingled with the aroma of twenty wet cunts so that by now the room itself seemed to be a large cradle of sexual pleasure. Pot made every tittie bigger and more succulent, it made pricks longer and harder, every cunt was juicier and tastier, every soul kiss laden not with saliva, but with a honeyed nectar of the Gods.
Tiffany and Connie kissed and licked and lapped and sucked at each others mouths until their faces were coated with silvery sleek saliva and their mouths craved more heavy stuff. Tiffany took her darting, sliding tongue under Connie's armpits where she generously laved each cavity till they too were drenched in the mixture of musky hot under arm sweat and sticky mouth juice.
Now Tiffany's head moved down a little to the huge tittie mounds and there she opened her mouth wide and licked and lapped all around the base of the brick hard titties. She stopped suddenly and went .back to Connie's mouth for another long french kiss, this time her body was on top of Connie's and the feeling was delicious indeed.
Each girl's titties were taut and bursting with passion and as they lay close it was tittie to tittie, mouth to mouth, and where it really counted now it was cunt to cunt. Both clits had been hard and begging for play for some time now. Tiffany rubbed her clit over her lovers clit in just exactly the right tempo and degree of hardness.
Connie spread her legs to receive Tiffany as she had received her husband's cock, but Tiffany was touching her so much better than Harry's prick had that there was no comparison. Only a woman can fuck another woman's clitoris perfectly because only a woman knows where to put the pressure properly, Tiffany was the total master of cunt to cunt fucking.
Both girls were in heat for sure and Jack was fascinated at the ease in which Tiffany had seduced Connie, fascinated and jealous a bit in fact, and now he wondered if he had done the right thing after all, maybe Tiffany would drain Connie so that she wouldn't be any good to him when he was ready, but then he remembered Connie's youth, and he knew the young have capabilities for sex that are almost unlimitied, his worries ceased.
Tiffany's beautiful black ass was revolving slowly under the spotlight and her cunt was revolving slowly around Connie's wet vagina, cunt hairs on both girls were soaking 'in sweat and they matted together in a soft slippery togetherness. Their loins under the cunt hairs were slowly building to an intense heat. Connie longed to run her finger through her pussy to hasten her climax and Tiffany sensed this too.
Therefore Tiffany really went to work on Connie's titties, sucking and lapping and licking and once in a while biting ever so sweetly at her pink teats. Connie reached for Tiffany's titties and found them to be as hot and hard as her own, she wanted to suck tittie too but how could they suck together.
"Tiffany darling let me have a tittie to suck, I want to so badly, please move up on me so I can taste you," she whispered.
"Of course my dear, we can suck togehter." Tiffany replied, and with that she moved her body 180 degress, without taking her mouth away from the tittie she was sucking.'
Now their cunts were far apart but their mouths were on each others titties perfectly. Connie sucked at Tiffany's right tittie while Tiffany sucked at Connie's left tittie very comfortably. This position made it possible for Connie to drop her hand over her vagina and began to masturbate. Tiffany saw this and stopped sucking to tell Connie to stop jacking off.
"Don't do it angel, I'll be there very soon and I'm sure you'll like my tongue better than you're finger, just hold on for a little, I want to french you more than you want to be frenched, hold still please and let's enjoy ourselves."
Connie looked up at the gorgeous pendulums with their spike hard teats and silently agreed that Tiffany was right after all. Sweat streamed down into her face from each huge tittie and she felt bathed in a warm sea of sexual pleasure, she'd cooperate all the way with this magnificent black creature who obviously knew a lot more about loving than she did.
Now both tongues were sucking and licking and lapping lasciviously at each others huge melons of love. Connie from below was working into a state of passion she had never known possible, the cooler more experienced harlot from Nassau was savoring and enjoying the most beautiful piece of humanity she had ever seen.
By now Jack's penis had attained its full erection and as the girl lovers sucked on he was working up his own sweat of passion, his mind had conjured up a thousand different positions that he would make these girls assume before he was finished with them, but if they didn't huny up he might just toss caution to the wind and dive in between them.
The inmates of the sexatorium paid little attention to the platform. The present exhibition seemed to be tame even though the participants were two of the most beautiful girls in the world, it looked like it would turn into just another sixty-nine between a white and a black girl and what was so terrific about that?
Harry kept dutifully at his contlapping of the super whore . . . Sherry, and Sherry herself was in full and complete charge of his tongue, she knew just when to issue a little ooh and a little gasp of delight even though the amateur pussy-kisser was having almost no effect on her. His tongue seldom touched her clitoris, but spent most of its time running up and down her juicy cunt walls. It wasn't unpleasant to Sherry, neither was it exciting.
Sherry's husband Bill was alone in the darkness, he knew how the future success of their venture depended on what happened here tonight, and he sure didn't want to blow it. So far, everything was proceeding on schedule, all they had to do was to wait for the exact moment and then it would all be over in a flash.
The sweating bodies of the girls on the platform moved back and forth as they changed from tittie to tittie. Connie's hands enfolded one black bulb and she jacked it while she was sucking it, and to her utter joy and amazement the steel tipped teat suddenly leaked out a tiny drop of 'witches milk.' The hot sweet tasting woman milk whetted her desire for more, so she jacked harder and sucked harder and she was rewarded with a nice splash of the sexy cream.
Squeezing hard at the tittie Connie's mouth was soon filled with womans milk for the first time since her infancy. She had never known that certain over-sexed women were capable of expelling milk, she had always thought that a woman must be with child for this to happen. Connie thought how stupid she had been to waste time in fantasies of pricks, from now on she would be a woman lover, period.
Jack kept circling the two lovers, smelling their sex fumes and bringing his nose close to Tiffany's ass which stuck up high and was cracked wide open. Staring into the split he not only could observe her succelent asshole but he could see past the asshole into her cunt. Tiffany's cunt had extra long lips on either side of her wide channel and the lips hung lewdly down in her present position.
Now Tiffany moved ever so slightly down on Connie, just down to the belly button, her own ass moved a little higher and split a little wider exposing more of her hot pussy to the lustful Jack. Jack had seldom eaten pussy, that wasn't his bag, his bag was the total domination of a female, and that took a cock.
Jack was mighty proud of his long prick, it was a prick that had fucked a thousand or more young girls, but right now the odor of this black ass and cunt had him ready to eat a little. He thought he'd just stick his tongue around the circle to see if it tasted as good as it smelled, no harm in that surely.
Jack placed one hand on each of Tiffany's as-scheeks and spread them still further apart. Then his tongue pressed out as far as it would go and he took a lick of the black ringed asshole. It tasted good and it smelled so much better up close. One lick led to another and soon old Jack was entranced with the idea of seeing if he could make Tiffany blow a turd.
Now his finger played with her asshole, circling it round and round at first, then he lubed his finger with saliva and was surprised at how easy he slipped into the musky smelliing rectum. Tiffany loved her asshole, she loved to have it sucked and fucked and she had perfect control of her rectal muscles at all times. She could shit or fart at will.
Now that the naughty Jack had begun to play with her asshole she decided to give him an extra thrill, sucking her asshole in and out and then quickly releasing the tightness was all it took to puff out a juicy fart and at that moment Jack's nose was right in line with the fragrant stream of hot moist fume. Jack inhaled the fart deeply, liking it tremendously.
Tiffany's lips had now gone down to the top of Connie'x public bush and this movement had brought her own black furred groin just above Connie's face. Connie shrunk inwardly at the thought of what might come next, she knew instinctively that Tiffany was going to suck her pussy. Did that mean that she was to suck Tiffany's pussy?
Sucking a prick was one thing, enjoying a clit against her own clit was bad enough, but to suck another womans cunt, well that would be going too far and Connie did have that limitation. What she truly wanted right now was to jack her own pussy, it was throbbing and needed loving, but Tiffany had made her stop the last time.
Jack's preoccupation with Tiffany's black ass and her blacker yet asshole had turned into an obsession by now, Tiffany had puffed out three or four lovely smelling farts and he wanted to see some shit, in fact he wanted to see Tiffany shit on Connie's face. His mind was running away with him, and it seemed it was unable to stop it. It looked now like these people who were watching might get a real good show for their money.
Tiffany's gleaming black mounds of tittie were hanging over Connie's belly and they resembled hugh chocolate drops thought Connie, as a child she had always liked chocolate drops, but these things were ever so much better and now they were out of reach of our mouth, not only that but Tiffany seemed to be purposely teasing her by loving her cunt hair and never once touching her aching throbbing cunt.
The situation gave Connie a slight return to reality, here she was for the first time in her life indulging in an act she had been brought up to believe was the worst thing a human being could do, homosexuality, and what was equally bad, she loved it up to a point. As long as Tiffany wouldn't make her kiss her black evil smelling cunt she would be all right.
Tiffany had no thoughts of letting Connie eat her cunt, Tiffany like all lady-lovers got no thrill out of an amateur cuntlapper, in fact even when it was done right it wasn't too much of a thrill. Tiffany liked to be the agressor with another woman, with a man Tiffany loved to be fucked and corn-holed, right now she was working up a climax just by the sight and smell of this delicious blond haired cunt so close to her face.
As the gourmet examines the food he is about to eat by tasting, smelling and sipping a tiny bit at a time, Tiffany was sucking and licking and lapping at the silken strands of Connie's cunt hair as she inhaled the sexy smelling vagina vapors that were pouring out of the frustrated love slit which was within reach of her tongue whenever she wanted it.
Somehow Connie instictively got the message that she wouldn't have to eat the blacks cunt and she again felt secure and safe. Opening her misty sex filled eyes she lobked up and just behind her head she could see the black cunt and just behind the cunt she saw the sex crazed contorted face and tongue lapping in the half hidden asshol.e
She knew of course that it was Jack, and the way that he was going after the black ass again reassured her that she wouldn't be called on to eat Tiffany's dripping cunt. Connie was strangely relieved and anxious all at once, anxious to know what was coming next, but releived to think she was out of the danger of having to commit the terrible crime of sodomy.
Connie's mind took a fleeting thought of her husband Harry and she wondered what he would do if he ever found out what she had been doing. Any one of her acts, fucking two strangers, sucking off a strange man, sucking a womans tits and now letting a lesbian suck her off. She was, she knew completely defiled now in every low way. If Harry found out her marriage was going to be smashed forever. Oh well, maybe she'd get through it and
Harry would never find out.
Her husband Harry who was only a scant ten feet away was lost in the depths of an act more horrible than she could ever imagine, sucking a whores cunt and reveling in the the most extreme sexual pleasure of his life. Sherry reached down for Harry's hand and guided the hand underneath and between her asscheeks, then she took his large index finger and shoved it into her asshole, at least that did break the monotony of his clumsy sucking.
Harry caught on instantly and he began to finger fuck Sherry's beautiful graspingly tight rectum. Harry thought the girl was getting in heat and that his finger fucking would bring on her climax faster which is what most of all, he wanted to feel her writhe and spasm and shoot her load of hot cream into his drooling mouth.
Harry had never tasted a cunt or cunt cream in his life and his virginal experience was better than his first fuck, in fact for the first time in his life he was feeling like a sophisticated lover, like he had total power over this lovely woman. Her soft coos and tiny gasps and her sudden little tremblings kept him thinking that she was in seventh heaven, and thats all he wanted, to keep her in this state of sexual desire and love.
Neither Connie nor her husband Bill had given the lecherous old Jack any instructions of what to do on the platform. They knew the old coot and his capabilities, Jack was more than capable of committing the most despicable sexual acts imaginable.
As a youth Jack had bitten a whores tittie right out of her body, and had received a bullet in his chest in return.
He had been lucky to escape with his life that time, the girl had shot him in her last moment of consciousness, if she hadn't passed out she would have shot him dead. Jack went two ways, the young girls or the exotic girls, right now he had one young and one exotic at the same time, and Bill and Sherry felt certain he would perform beautifully for their purpose.
Now Jack had taken to taking long laps at Tiffany's fully packed buttocks. He licked away at the shimmering black ass globes just as if they were two huge balls of chocolate ice cream and as he licked he thought of a plan that would please him perfectly, he would pleasure his prick with both girls in one superb climax.
First though he'd better wait till Tiffany got Connie back in a state of total heat. He looked at the expert cuntlapper and saw that she was nearing her final objective, in fact just now Tiffany was working on the cute tiny pink asshole in the crack of Connie's succulent ass. He saw how sopping wet Connie's cunt hair was and he knew that Tiffany had done a thorough job up there.
Tiffany's long pink tongue was in fact right now swirling and twirling and sliding in and out of the tight little orifice while her finger nails were dinning into each of the unblemished white globes that trembled and shook with a totally new form of en- joyment for Connie.
While Connie had been sucked off by Bill earlier that day for the first time in her life, she had not had the supreme thrill of feeling any tongue, male or female up her rectum ever and she was enthralled with the delightful soothing reaming which was quieting her twitching asshole and at the same time bringing additional throbs of passion to her neglected cunt.
God, thought Connie, why doesn't Tiffany let me jack my clit? Why is she taking so long to kiss it if she ever is going to kiss it. She remembered this morning when Bill and Sherry had teased her arid left her in a state of pain, maybe that was what Tiffany had in mind, and if so would they let her finish with her own finger?
In Tiffany's present position her titties were hanging over the space between Connie's belly button and her cunt and from time to time she would swish the heavy globes back and forth over Connie's public growth of blond wet hair, the spike like teats feeling ever so good but ever so tantalizing. Connie was reaching her state of sexual high quicker and quicker.
Jack kept a sharp eye on Tiffany's tongue and kept licking and lapping away at her black satin bottom. He had conceived a most devilish sexual deviation to perform on this haughty society girl who lay stretched out on the huge pillow below him. He'd make her do a lot more than she'd ever done before, what's more he'd make her like it.
Tiffany rammed her hard snakelike tongue deep into Connie's bowels and the golden turds she found in there tasted so good to her sex crazed senses that she almost forgot about the pussy altogether, she seriously considered making Connie shit in her mouth where she could eat and swallow the shit of this fantastic beauty.
On second thought Tiffany decided not to try the girl out at shitting just at this moment, that could come a little later if she so desired, and right now she was going to give Connie a trenching she'd never forget as long as she lived, Connie's cunt was going to rain gism into her mouth as if the thing was the sky in a mighty cloudburst.
Tiffany's elbows rested on the pillow with her arms pressed against Connie's rear thighs and now she pressed back on the thighs, opening the crack wide and making every part of Connie's genitals available to her slithering tongue and lips and mouth. Connie's loins were flushed in anticipation of what was to happen, she was sure that Tiffany would kiss her cunt.
Tiffany paused to stare almost goggle-eyed at the lovely cunt just below her. The pussy gave off a youthful fragrance of pre-come juices and it was mixed with the musky odor of a white womans sweat and a white womans asshole. She smiled like a cat who had just caught a canary and she sniffed like a dog who had caught a bitch in heat. This was going to be terrific.
Dropping her head down once more and drop- ping her glistening globes of chocolate drops onto Connie's sweat covered belly where the teats tickled and teased the excited white girl, she began the real pleasurable task of eating pussy. She would bring every skill she possessed to Connie's cunt so that Connie would love her as she wanted her to, like a woman loves a man.
First her long tongue licked at Connie's ass, just as Jack had and still was licking at her own ass, she licked and lapped and took tiny little love bites of the tender smooth white skin until the whole pink bottom was glistening with her saliva, then her tongue stretched it's full length and flattened out through her parted full lips.
The hot wet tongue seared Connie's groin as it traveled in the crevice created between cunt and thigh, and the tongue was methodical and slow at first, lapping and licking while the full lips sucked and sucked until the crevice was a stream of Tiffany's foaming saliva. Connie's hands enveloped her own titties at this exquisite introduction the black girl was giving her.
Connie gently roller her teats between her fingers in ecstacy and she closed her eyes tight in fantasy, in all her thousands of hours of masturbation she had never been able to rival the feelings that she had now from this heavenly black girls delicate deviate attack on her vagina, a vagina that was sopping wet and capped with a steel hard on.
Her hard clitoris was almost shouting to be sucked, never had she even approximated that the swelling or hardness her woman-prick that she was experiencing now. The throbs that had been flashing through her groin were now speeding up to trip hammer speed, her asshole twitched and missed the tongue fucking she had had just a moment ago.
Jack began to bite at his lower lip as he watched Connie squirm and he heard her issue tiny little 'ooohs' and 'ahhhhs' of passion, she was almost ready, but not quite, just another minute or two and he'd plunge his plan and prick into operation. He was ready, his cock was ready and now Connie was almost ready for him.
Tiffany saw Connie's asshole twitch and with a gesture of sympathy if nothing else she slipped two of her long black fingers into the tiny pink ring and softly but firmly began to finger fuck the gorgeous hole in the same phythm that she was using with her tongue as she worked nearer and nearer to the pulsing clitoris.
Now Tiffany's mouth edged closer and closer to the secluded trench of love until her lips and tongue could feel Connie's outer cunt lips. The lips were swollen and hot and Tiffany bathed them both in her copious stream of saliva and licked and lapped at them with gentle love and tenderness, up and down the slit of sex her tongue traveled avidly but carefully.
Now her tongue touched the bottom of the vagina and she inserted it into the fresh pinkish folds of flesh and began to lave the inner walls of the perfumed pussy. Slowly and with a tempo designed to tickle she licked and lapped and sucked ever upwards toward the woman prick that she hand't touched except with her own cunt much earlier.
Connie's clit had swollen by now so that it extended a full inch in length and was at least a quarter inch high. A clit so fully charged with passion and gism that Tiffany knew she must get to it or it would pop before she got there and rob her of the thrill of getting it's first oral climax.
Tiffany's tongue went up and down the inner lips and a little lower to the deeper inner walls and sucked and sucked at the sweet pre-come loaded cunt with all her might, God but it tasted good she thought. Now she pressed her head into the opened pussy and drove her tongue deep, deep as she could, until Connie felt that she had a cock inside her vagina. Tiffany tongue fucked the pink pussy as hard as she could, in and out slid her hard tongue, and the deeper she went the faster she went until she herself had to slow the attack, but she knew that Connie was too close to climaxing for her to continue and she paused for a tenth of a second.
The pause was just to place her wide opened lips over Connie's clit. She just held her mouth still over the clitoris, not even breathing through her mouth, but inhaling and exhaling through her nose. Her hot breath was being expelled from her nostrils directly into Connie's wet cunt and Connie knew now she was going to be loved all the way.
Jack was fully aware of Tiffany's present position, and he knew that the time was ripe for him to begin his own fun. He looked at Connie's contorted face and knew that she was in a sexual dilemma and frenzy where she would do anything to get her own fulfillment. The girl was ready, as ready as she would ever get and so he began his sadistic operation.
The operation that would give him untold pleasure and also, unbeknownst to him secure the future of Bill and Sherry Arthur. A veiy few of the inmates who surrounded the platform in their various stages of sexual deviations were aware of the performance above them and sensing Connie's climax had lifted their eyes to watch the next step.
All who watched would be well rewarded but there was one who couldn't care less and that was the sweating, panting cuntlapping husband of the girl who was about to be the biggest 'star' of the whole night. Harry was held in the magic of the beautiful whore, Sherry and her extroardinary crotch'
Chapter Ten
Jack's prick, ten inches long and quivering with expectation preceded his wrinkled body as he straggled the narrow long pillow upon which the two sleek feminine goddesses were embroiled in lesbian love. His drooping balls were encased in withered flesh and the white sparse hairs of his crotch added to the ugliness of naked old age.
As old as he was, he still could fuck and fuck; well, in fact he was vain and proud as he moved into position just behind Tiffany's shimmering black ass. Grasping his erect penis in his hand he pointed it towards Tiffany's wet cunt, his bulb met her cunt lips from underneath her ass, he pushed a little and 'voilla' he was in the pussy.
Startled a bit, Connie looked straight up to see the dangling balls just above her face, but Tiffanv was now softly licking her clitoris and there was.v no sight on earth that could disturb her concentration, jack's balls meant nothing to her just now, her whole being was enraptured with the fantastically thrilling feeling on the top of her vagina.
Jack placed his hands on Tiffany's ass and flicked away at the sloppy slit, her cunt didn't grab his prick at all, but rather just permitted him to slide in and out as he wished. Jack knew this would happen and actually had only inserted his prick in the cunt to get his prick lubed up. After a few strokes at the pussy Jack withdraw his wet, oily prick.
A few more of the spectators were now watching the tableau, most of them knew Jack and they were ready for anything, somehow he had to do something spectacular or he wouldn't be putting on this show. A keen observer was the hot Vera who had only so recently been on the platform herself sucking the beautiful black girls pussy.
Another keen observer was the crafty Bill who waited in the darkness for the moment of truth, it would come pretty soon he thought as he watched the sly old man fucking the beautiful black whore from Nassau. He knew then that the money they had spent to bring this black trio here was well spent. Sherry too was wide awake and happy with the way things were going, she knew she could keep Connie's husband's head between her legs as long as she wished.
Jack now took his dripping cock and pressed it close to Tiffany's asshole, again a forward push, this time a little harder though and then his prick-head was in the tight asshole of the gorgeous black queen. He pushed some more and then some more until at least he'd burried the sword deep in Tig-gany's throbbing bowels, s Tiffany rather enjoyed this intrusion between her buttocks, she had been fucked so much in the ass that it seemed perfectly natural for her to have some meat in her rectum, the feeling enhanced her own pleasure and she was grateful to old Jack.
Connie looked up again and now she saw the shaft and balls that she had taken herself last night. Jack's pussy drenched cock looked sort of. cute she thought as she watched it ease in and out of the sucking asshole. Connie had been fondling her own titties ever since Tiffany had begun to french her clit and the whole sex scene seemed good to her at the moment.
Jack's mighty thrusts into the black asshole caused his balls to slap resoundingly against Tiffany's thighs and between the sucking sound his prick made when it went in and out and the sound of his balls made Connie become more and more aware of the male intruder and more and more aware of her own desire to share this male prick with Tiffany.
She took her hands away from her titties and placed them on Jack's balls, holding one ball in ei ther hand. His purple headed, reddened prick was now dripping with cunt juice and with asshole juice and strangely Connie had an overwhelming desire to suck his wet cock. Everytime Jack withdrew his organ Connie would pull on it trying to get Jack to pull it all the way out so she could suck it.
More and more of the spectators were watching now, some of them even stopping their sucking or fucking to watch Jack, the old master perform. Connie's fingers titillated Jack's penis to a point where he decided to let Connie eat a little, he of course did not know that she had eaten a cock earlier that same day, he thought his would be her first prick to eat.
Snapping his prick out with a show of galllan-try and aplomb he lowered his prick and balls over Connie's face, she immediately lapped and licked at the wrinkled old sack and then stretched her mouth up to his shit smelling cock. The position was a bit awkward, but Connie managed to get the tool into her mouth and suck at it with the enthusiasm of a real deviate.
Jack wasn't unhappy at all when he felt his prick encased with Connie's sweet lips, he leaned over as far as he could along Tiffany's back and reached down between the two girls where he found his hands filled with two sets of the prettiest titties in the world, and all this was great for the girls as well.
Connie was sucking prick (male), Tiffany was sucking female prick, and Jack was enjoying total mastery over two young girls as he always liked to do. As Jack felt Connie's tongue slide up and down his prick he began to realize that the girl had sucked a prick before, she was too good at it and yet from what he had seen last night he. would have gambled that she'd never had a prick in her mouth.
Jack withdrew his cock from Connie's mouth and plunged it back into Tiffany's asshole where he went after her like a rabbit. Her rectum was truly a revelation, it was tight, it was smooth, it had muscles inside that pulled and pushed at his prick till he thought she was a human vibrating machine. She shook her ass too, and all at the same time.
Jack's agitation of her rectum had stirred the fires deep inside the quivering black girl and now she was determined to climax right at the same time as Connie. She now guided Connie's hand to her own cunt and started Connie's fingers in a motion of masturbation. Connie cooperated for all she was worth, her fingers gently stroking the 'man in the boat' at the same tempo and rhythm that Tiffany was using on her pussy.
All three lovers were now in the same cadence Jack could feel his groin heating up to a fever pitch his balls began to buck, and his prick was shaking with an urgency he hadn't felt for years. In and out he ran his prick, sliding the organ easily through her well greased asshole, and as he fucked he tight ened his grip on Tiffany's glistening wet black back
Tiffany's fingers were sliding in and out of Connie's asshole at exactly the same speed as Jack was fucking her, her tongue was moving over and back and around Connie's clitoris at the same speed and Connie was finger fucking her clit at the same speed. All three loved away in a perfect symphony or organ adoration.
Sweat poured from all three bodies and fumes of sex wafted into their nostrils to accentuate their utter sex maniz. The three moved as one unit, moved closer and closer to a climax. Connie was the first to react, and Jack and Tiffany both felt it together, it was if their sex was electrified and all the wires were connected together inside their bodies.
Suddenly there was a short circuit, a blown fuse, and a bolt of lightning all at once. It started in Connie's cunt, running into Tiffany's mouth, through her body and into her asshole, where it seared and burned Jack's cock. Connie shook like an earthquake, Tiffany coiled and uncoiled like a striking rattler, Jack slammed his cock into.Tiffany like a cannon shot.
Three steams of gism erupted from the explosion, Connie filled Tiffany's mouth with her hot geyser of liquid love, the cream spilling out of her overflowing mouth, Jack packed Tiffany's asshole with his strong male come, and Tiffany shot her heavy cream all over Connie's flicking hand.
Jack's lust seemed insatiable, an ordinary man his age would, after two climaxes in one night be pretty well slowed down, but Jack's prick seemed to be made of steel and his balls seemed to have an everlasting supply of gism. His come oozed out of Tiffany's asshole with every stroke of his penis, and the sticky white come coated the length of his cock and ran into his balls, proving to one and all that here was the exceptional stud man.
His come streaked down Tiffany's legs and some of it ran through her crack to soak the bottom of her cunt, between her own gism and her sweat, and Jack's male sperm, her entire crotch was sopping with sex. With each surge of his balls and prostrate Jack would ram his prick harder and harder into the receptive little asshole.
What had been just a tableau of lovers on the stage was now an activated volcano and most of the spectators were alert and trying to anticipate Jack's next move, they all felt that Jack would go much further with his two captive beauties and they didn't want to miss a trick. Jack himself had made his plan and his plan was working perfectly so far.
The Casbah of Algiers in its thousands of years of existence had never contained a more evil den of iniquity than this 'sexatorium' with it's mirrors, it's soft fluffly carpeting, its bolster sized pillows, its pot laden air, and its inmates to whom sodomy, fornica-tion, masochism, and sadism were a way of life.
And there were no two people in the gathering more evil, more degraded than the owners of the house, Bill and Sheny Arthur, both of whom now were on pins and needles, wondering if they might have passed the moment they had been waiting for in order to complete their plan for survival. They had to expose Connie and Harry Travers for what they really were.
Connie and Bill were both doing all the things polite society frowns on, but so far they hadn't been exposed to, each other for what they were. Sherry and Bill knew that once the two were aware of what each had done that then they would be unable to castigate each other or the house that had introduced them to erotica in it's most refined state.
With the first flow of Connie's come the so far gentle Tiffany had turned into a she-wolf, devouring the pink pussy between Connie's thighs as though she would eat it right out of its blond nest. Her mouth opened so wide that she cracked the corners of'her lips, and lungs sucked so hard that she sucked half of Connie's vagina into her famished throat.
Connie's come seemed to never cease, and the extreme force of the suction reacted in her urinary tubes drawing a bit of her golden hos piss down from her bladder and into the hot mouth of the tigress Tiffany who only sucked all the harder when she tasted the slightly salty nectar which when mixed with Connie's woman semen was indeed a bonus for Tiffany.
Tiffany's black face was so slaked with Connie's cream that she looked more beautiful than ever, it seemed a translucent veil had been dropped over her wild exotic features, her huge brown eyes flashed through the sticky wetness and one could sense that here was the total animal-woman in her most orgiastic heat.
The woman's age old drive to create, no matter how, ever showed so clearly as Tiffany was demonstrating as she jammed her ass back into Jack's stiff cock. Her fingers delved into the depths of Connie's asshole to withdraw morsels of golden colored turds which she plunged into Connie's cunt, there to eat the piss-semen flavored shit with a frenzy born of woman's incessant sex drives.
Tiffany's entire body was aflame with her unnatural erotica, something passed down from the jungle lore and rituals had taken hold of her very being and as he cat-like body swung and swayed in the sex rhythm of Africa, the spectators were amazed at what they were witnessing and by now almost every eye in the sexatorium was trained on the platform.
Two eyes that didn't see nor care to see belonged- to the virgin cuntlapper who sucked and lapped and licked and kissed at the crotch of the seductress who had the most kissable cunt under the sun. Jack to luxuriate in the long silken black bush that grew all over her belly would be enough for most men to drive them crazy but Harry had much, much more.
He had his gaping mouth right at her hot cunt, a cunt that had drooled pre-come juice for more than an hour, and his tongue and lips never paused a second in their search for the hidden treasures he was sure the pussy contained. By placing a small pillow under Sherry's ass Hariy had discovered that he could begin his licks at her throbbing asshole and run his tongue the length of the slit.
Had Harry known anything about the structure of a woman's genitals he would have spent all his time on her clitoris, and if he had known how to suck a clit Sherry would have been lost, as it was Sherry was easily able to maintain her cool which was what she had to do. Harry was so hypnotized with his newly discovered sex form that Sheny had nothing at all to fear.
All Sherry had to do was to wait until the exact moment of truth on the platform and then she would complete her well laid plan, a plan that called for the cooperation of Connie, Tiffany, Jack, and her husband Bill as well as herself and Harry the pigeon between her thighs. She touched her light control switch again to make sure it was handy when the moment came.
Connie's climaxing was perpetual it seemed, she pouted and spewed gism she never knew she had. In all her years of masturbation she had never approached the electrical nerve tingling surges that coursed through her body with eveiy beat of her heart. Her copious sweat glands were expeling and producing new streams of glistening persperation as though she were in a steambath, her mouth began to foam with desire to suck Jack's prick.
As sex-mad as he was, and as lost as he was in the machinations of the gyrating black sex'box that encased his cock Jack took a second to look down at the gorgeous blond venus who was stretched on the pillow below him. Connie's anxious convulsing face told him the story he wanted to see. Connie wanted his prick again, she wanted his cream, and she wanted to suck his balls, she almost bled for them.
Well, dirty old man that he was, he was going to see that Connie got none of these things that she wanted, instead she was going to get the very thing that she had refused, she was going to get cunt, black cunt, and she was going to get an asshole, a black asshole and beyond that she was going to get something she had never dreamed of having even in her most fantastic fantasies.
Tiffany's cunt cream flew through the air space between her belly and Connie's tittie, most of it landing on the vibrating white and pink mounds that protruded so gloriously upwards. Connie though was still hesitant about touching the hot woman come and while the gism didn't particularly bother her she still wouldn't eat it or fondle it.
Instead her hands were all over Tiffany's ass and inner thighs where she.could fondle the male cream that she was familiar with. She had loved the taste of Bill's cock and come and Jack's wasn't that much different, what come she could attach to her hands and fingers she quickly carrief to her open lips and there she savored the precious stuff of life.
Jack's prick finally became empty of semen, even though he knew it was a temporary situation and he was glad because he wanted the girls to be in the midst of their heat when he made the next move, he didn't want to waste time arousing them all over again. He withdrew his still stiff prick, stepped back from the fray and decided on the new positions.
Connie was a bit upset.at the loss of the view of Jack's cock but Tiffany was ravaging her pussy so marvelously that she continued to writhe and to come with the same pace she had started out with, only she felt that there was going to be some changes made and soon. Her extrasensory perception antenna told her that she wasn't through with this party by a long shot, and when she stole a tiny quick glance at the man standing alongside her, she knew.
By now the entire roomful of degenerates had stopped their own enjoyments and were studying Jack and the magnificent pair of females on the platform. The girls were shimmering in their persperation and sleekly shining with male and female come, Tiffany's asshole in particular was a sexy sight as Jack's gism continued to ooze out of the crack.
Jack circled the girls, his eyes devouring the delectable youthful black and white flesh that had been molded into such nymphlike forms, and his mind conjured up a climax that would go down in Connie's memory until the day she died. Finally he stopped his thinking and his circling and began to put his plan in operation, a devilish plan indeed.
Man's sexual drives come from his brain, not from his organs. His organs are only the tools with which he expresses his thoughts. Woman's sexuality comes from her organs themselves, hence once her organs are aroused she cannot merely shut them off and drop the subject. Jack knew plenty about women, they had been his only avocation since he was twelve years old.
Jack despised women, not as a queer does, but he despised them because he spent so much of his time with women who didn't really appeal to him. Young girls were his bag, the younger and less experienced the better. Tiffany held no mystery or great joy for him but Connie did, Connie was almost a virgin and that was enough to stir old Jack's loins alone.
He knew she had been fucked, he had seen her sucked, and he had felt and seen her suck a prick. The lovely girl was a long way down the road to becoming a typical adult woman whore, but she needed a couple of more things to complete her full degradation into the depths of bitchiness, and now was the exact moment to lead her down all the way.
Connie's blond long tresses lay coiled with dampness on the pillow, her sweat and pussy juices had drenched the pillow, in fact the pillow was fast becoming a soggy mess from the sweat of both girls. The sex fumes from both girls was overpowering, but Jack loved those fumes, they helped to keep his prick in the shape he wanted it to be in for the next event.
The thought of what he had in mind for Connie stirred .his groin as he surveyed the sex machine on top of her body. The wriggling back girl was doing her job perfectly, in fact at this moment Connie was in a state of genital madness from which she could not escape, no matter how much she tried. The girl might as well have been under an anesthetic.
The room had stilled almost entirely, the only sounds were the sucking and slurping sounds emitting from Connie's crotch and the like sounds emitting from Sherry's crotch. Suddenly and not too gently Jack placed his forearms under Tiffany's sweat soaked armpits and lifted the gorgeous black body away from her lovers snatch.
Connie was shocked and terrified at this sudden ending to the revels of her cunt, Tiffany, a paid performer was disgusted at the turn of events,.but she wasn't angry, she knew instinctively that when the man had withdrawn his penis from her rectum that he had not been wholly satisifed and her professional experience said she wasn't through yet.
Now Jack reached down and lifted the gla- morous Connie to her feet. Both woman were obviously thoroughbreds of their colors, white-white Connie and black-black Tiffany, two jewels made for sexual pleasure of man. The full realization of their flawless bodies came to the audience all at once when the two big tittied girls stood together alongside the old lecher with the big hard-on.
The tenseness of the inmates increased as they tried to guess at the next scene, would old Jack beat them with a whip, would he make them eat each others shit, would he insist they drink his piss? These and other even more depraved thoughts were rampant amonst the maniacal sex deviates as they licked their chops in sordid anticipation.
Two who hoped that Jack had devised a shocking and degenerate finish where the Arthurs, both Sherry and Bill had a lot riding on this climatic scene coming up, in fact their whole future rested on what Jack was going to do next. If he flunked out they might be in very hot water in more ways than one. Once Harry came out of the ether he might be an extremely dangerous adversary.
Jack whispered into Connie's fragile pink shelllike ear, his low voice was charged with authority as he advised and commanded, "Baby, so far you've been goddamn lucky, you've had nothing but fun up here, now it's my turn to have some fun, you'd better cooperate with me or you'll be sorry. The people who run this house are deadly serious, and they'll stop at nothing, all you have to do is follow orders, I promise you you won't be hurt and also I might add that you'll like what's going to happen next... do you understand?"
Connie let that sink in for a moment, and then made up her mind that her only hope for salvation was to get out of here alive, and the faster she did the better off she would be.
"Yes Jack, I'll do whatever you say, please be careful."
"Tiffany I want you to lay down on the pillow and let your legs hang over the side, our little fancy pants here is going to eat your cunt." Jack commanded of the still hot Tiffany, who now was glad to have her pussy eaten as she was still coming, even though her climaxes were spacing further and further apart.
Tiffany laid back on the sweat soaked pillow and opened her thighs to expose her huge luscious crotch with its copious growth of wet public hairs. Her cunt twitched at the thought of having it kissed by this girl who she had almost fallen in love with. Her hands went round her titties and she fondled the gleaming gism streaked bulbs of passion as she awaited Connie's lips and tongue.
Connie shuddered and recoiled inwardly as she thought of what she must do. Her tummy muscles contracted and her throat dried up to where her entire mouth felt as though it were stuffed with cotton. Of course Connie had no idea that she was being watched by thirty people, she thought it was only Jack and her and Tiffany on this platform.
The fact that the platform was slowly rotating had no effect or made no impression on the hesitant girl, who only yesterday thought that screwing was immoral. A rotating platform seemed just as normal as anything and eveiything else that had happened to her, she was lost in another world, a vicious world from which she must escape.
Jack pushed the trembling white beauty to her knees between the black thighs, and then he pushed her stiffened head and neck right up to the long, wide, pink love trench the sexy Tiffany sported in the midst of her luxuriant growth of cunt hair.
Tiffany murmured to Connie softly, "It's all right sweetheart, no one ever died from it yet, just go slow and who knows, you might like it yourself. Be sure and kiss the man in the boat, same as I kissed yours, do it to me good honey, I need it."
With Tiffany's reassuring words ringing in her ears she held her breath and moved into the trob-bing red hot pussy, her lips parted, her tongue came out an inch or so, and she touched her tongue to the swollen cunt lips so deliciously open only for her to enjoy.
She held her mouth and lips still until her breath ran out, then as she inhaled and smelled the heavy must of Tiffany's black ringed pink cunt, her nostrils quivered, half in fright and half in desire. Another whiff or two of the heady perfume that only a pussy in heat can exude and she was sure she could make it. Her tightly pressed lips opened as if she were about to kiss and her tongue slid out straight to Tiffany's clitoris.
The delighted black girl breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Connie's hot breath surround her panting vagina, she knew Connie was going to do a good job, her hands increased the manipulation of her huge titties and she once again started her flow of pussy gism, the flow had only been temporarily interrupted it seemed.
The hot cunt fumes assailed Connie's delicate nose with an increasing volume, and the aura of sex sped quickly down into her lungs, the hot cunt smell seemed to have a taste, a taste that she could feel all the way into her tummy. She sat and curled her legs at the throne of the black pussy and let her hand drift down to her own still pulsing vagina. Jack was pleased to see her eating pussy, this was another step to her total downfall, he noted that her hand covered her own cunt and that her fingers had begun their masturbation of her blond haired organ. Jack saw that soon his little Connie should be ready for the supreme test, a test that would make her into a finished whore.
The spectators were still mystified at what they were watching, they had no way of knowing that this was Connie's first attempt at eating pussy, in fact other than Vera no one there knew just exactly what did give with this gorgeous girl, so far the exhibit was indeed tame to say the least. Even Sherry grew a bit apprehensive at the slowness of Jack's plan.
The north shore society couple that had been too holy to fuck each other properly a day ago were now both eating whore cunt. Harry and Connie, two church going pillars of decency and high morals were both engaged in the serious crime of sodomy, and what's more both were enjoying the act to the utmost even though both were tyros at the. game.
Only a weil of pitch-black darkness separated this pair of high born, snooty society swells. Money, family, breeding, education, all went together in the suburban setting that reeked of a posh living standard, and this couple had been, until tonight the epitome of virtue and blue bood.
Little by little Bill was increasing the candle power of the spotlight so that soon the platform would be ablaze with a shaft of brilliant whiteness. The other spotlight directly over the. place where Harry and Sherry were ensconced was turned up all the way but of course was not lighted. Sherry would snap the switch on when the time was right.
Connie lost no time in bringing her cunt back to its thrilling throbbing feeling, her masterful finger was almost as good as Tiffany's tongue had been. Connie's tongue was imitating Tiffany's tongue when it had been on her clit, and the response from Tiffany was terrific. Tiffany kept right on coming, drenching Connie's face with the creamy gism.
Jack decided that both girls had had enough fun for the moment, it was his turn to get into the act, he fondled his droopy sack of enlarged testicles, pulled at his foreskin a bit and pronounced himself ready for the fray. He circled the girls once more to make doubly sure that they were both in uncontrollable heat and then he made his move.
Again his arms went under Tiffany's sheen black velvet covered amis and again he lifted the black package of sex, but this time her merely turned her over on her tummy, he pushed down on her shoulders until she rested her head on the pillow, but he kept her ass up in the air by having her draw her knees forward.
Tiffany's ass looked like a chocolate drop now, only it was a glistening, gleaming, twin peaked chocolate drop, and at the sight of the inviting mounds of love the audience drew in their breaths. Unable to stocp sucking cunt and unwilling to stop her own masturbating the white goddess had rotated her body right along with Tiffany's change of position.
Now Connie was underneath Tiffany's huge black fringed cavity of love and she was going after the inside of the long drooping cunt lips that were folded over her face. Her tongue stayed right with the clit as she maneuvered into the awkward position and her hand stayed right with her own wet pussy. Connie was out in orbit and loving every second of it.
The crack in Tiaffany's ass between her two round ass cheeks was split and under the spotlights glare one could see Jack's gism still oozing out, Jack had really thrown her a load of come. Tiffany was just a little perturbed with Jack for changing her position but as she still had lapping, licking tongue on her clit she wasn't too upset.
Now Jack took hold of Connie, she was on her back stretching up to suck Tiffany's cunt and he turned her all the way around so that she was on her elbows and her knees. He roughly grabbed Connie's exquisite blond head and rammed her mouth straight into the soft black ass that was perched so prettily on the pillow.
Connie's nose was buried in the depths of the sweaty, girm streaked asscheeks and her tongue automatically dove for Tiffany's throbbing asshole. The male gism tasted good to Connie and within a trice she had pursed her lips to be able to suck at the pink lined rectum. As she sucked at the musky hole her mind did a double take.
What in God's name was Jack doing to them? He's been shifting and changing their positions forever it seemed. Why didn't he leave them alone so they could enjoy themselves. But then she remembered that he had said she must follow instructions if she wanted to survive. Well so far she had followed every order he had given. She jacked her cunt and sucked the glorious asshole with all her might.
Jack once again surveyed the positions of the girls and decided to act himself. Connie's bottom looked pink and flushed from her excitement, her asscheeks looked fully packed and beautiful! rounded, the asscrack looked more than inviting and as he looked he knew from a sixth sense that that asshole had never, never been violated. That ass was virgin all the way.
Jack was puffed with pride as he snuck his cock into Connie's cunt. He had to get down on his kees and slip his tool under her ass to reach her cunt but he had made it easily and now he was giving Connie a man-sized fuck. His prick slid in and out with ease as her hot pussy was loaded with her own gism. His hands rested on Connie's asscheeks as he fucked away and his balls slapped into her thighs with every heroic pump.
Jack's mind dwelled on the thought of getting his first virgin in over five years, true it wasn't a virgin cunt, but it was the next best thing, and at his age in life, any kind of a 'first' was quite a thrill. This glamorous, gorgeous hunk of feminine pulchritude fucking him right now would be an unforgettable moment for him to brag about.
As jack flicked her pussy with his cock, Connie fucked her clit with her educated finger and her pleasure was doubled, in sympathy as much as anything else Connie was taking extra long licks and laps of the huge ass and asshole in front of her face, as she licked and lapped she wondered how it would feel to have a cock up her own ass. The thought was revolting, she knew her tiny rectum could never take a cock.
The spectators were still at sea about the proceedings on the platform, so far nothing had happened except a little mild sex, still knowing their old boy Jack something was bound to happen soon, in fact Jack's face reflected a diabolical leer as he flucked away at the tender Connie, and why had he had them move about so much?
Deliberately and carefully and slowly Jack withdrew his sword from it's cunt sheath. The purple bulb and the long red shaft were drippingcunt gism as he moved back from his conquest. He didn't draw too far back, only an inch or two. His eyes were bright with lust, his chin trembled, his hands took a vise lock grip of Connie's buttocks, and as a lion raises up in the jungle to roar, he looked up and in his gravly growl, they heard, "Take this you bitch!"
His voice split the air like a clap of thunder, and his prick split Connie's tender, tiny, pink, precious little round asshole. He drove the well lubed sword in with a single thrust.
The loud voice was supposed to attract everyone in the room, and it almost did. The only person to ignore the loud statement was Harry, it would take more than that to make him stop his busy mouth and tongue. But a split second later the entire room broke into a cheer for the proud Jack, and now Sherry snapped her switch.
A pool of bright light flooded down and around the society contlapper, he raised his head in amazement. His face was covered with sticky cunt juice, his eyes were almost closed from the sticky stuff, cunt juice and his own saliva ran from his gasping mouth and he panted like a dog after a bitch.
All eyes turned on the second spotlighted couple, then back to the platform which by now was in the brightest possible glare. Jack was pumping madly in and out of Connie's bleeding rectum and one would think her in great pain, but strangely enough the high society girl kept right on jacking off and sucking at the black goodness of Tiffany's asshole.
Blinking a mile a minute the startled Harry found the main event and instantly recognized his bride, and a moment later Connie glanced to the side and her her handsome husband in the crotch of her friend Sheriy. The two stared at each for a full minute, but in that minute they both knew that they had been had.
Now the room lights flashed on and the room was alive with light, light that reflected back and forth from mirror to mirror, exposing eveiy naked person in the room. They were all in this together now, no one could chastise his neighbor. Bill smiled at Sherry, and at last Harry smiled at his wife. There was nothing else to do.
Harry looked closely at the beautiful Sherry, saw her hard titties with her suckable, lovable nipples, her mouth parted, and out of her moistened red lips she whispered, "Suck me some more darling, but please put more emphasis on the 'man in the boat,' suck me and let me suck you too."
The two got into the classic sixty-nine position, and Harry was about to receive his first lesson in modern sex from an expert.
Sherry was expert in many things including blackmail, she and her husband had entrapped the Travers,' but truthfully they were both better off for the entrapment. Without their experiences of the last two days they would no doubt have wound up in the divorce courts.
