Until a moment ago, Jorge Sanchez had been the premier playboy of the western world. Once owner of Brazilian coffee plantations, gold and silver mines, banks and steamship lines, race horses and yachts and accepted in every country in the world as the epitome of the dashing ambassador of Latin America without portfolio, handsome, single and considered the best catch in international society, he was now just another corpse.
His stiffening, naked body lay in the center of his super-king sized, canopied, black ebony and solid gold bed. The heavy silk sheets were soaking wet with his and Greta's gism, mixed together with sweat from both their bodies. The sensuous musky odor of sex was fast dissipating, giving way to the awful smell of death.
Greta had called the captain of the yacht, Carioca and she awaited the captain with perfect composure, knowing that she couldn't possibly be blamed for Jorge's death. Jorge had fucked himself to death and the bed was loaded with evidence. If that was not enough, her pussy contained enough of Jorge's semen to clear her of any charge.
Half Swedish and half English, 22 years old, Greta was the most desirable sex symbol in the world. Six feet tall, sleek, smooth, golden tanned skin covered a body that rivaled the work of ancient Greek sculptors. Her breasts were wide spread and the titties matched each other perfectly, each firm, taut mound rising up and out for five inches.
The beveled, pink-nipple flesh formed a circle the size of a silver dollar and in this enticing field was centered her half inch teats that were only a shade darker. Even when she was quiet these fruit-like globes seemed to be in motion, instantly exciting any male lucky enough to be close to her.
Greta's gorgeous, wide-spaced eyes were as blue and as sparkling as the desert sky at high noon and the radiance from these eyes could blind a man as quick as the noon sun could. Most of the time these eyes were half-hooded with her darkened upper lids. She only lifted the sexy lids on very special occasions and then they were devastatingly powerful.
Her tiny ears and her medium-sized nose were organs of classical formation, the nose straight, but with nostrils that were longish and flexible enough to permit copious breathing under the most strenuous conditions. If one looked close at her nose when she was inwardly excited, one could see the nostrils quiver and that would be her only sign of excitement.
Her mouth contained an extra long and sinuous pink tongue, set inside two jewel-like rows of white-white teeth. Her teeth were tiger strong and had never known a cavity. When they showed, it was like a glimpse of perfectly matched oriental pearls that had somehow been implanted in her mouth.
Greta's lips were shaped as Cupid's bow, full at the center and tapering to the corners, which, like everything about her were wide spread. She could part these creamy red lips ever so wide when necessary and they were always wet and shining, as if to beckon any man to kiss her.
The general contour of her face was oval, but the over-all beauty was so blindingly attractive that one could talk with her for minutes and come away without being able to describe her, other than just to say that she was the most beautiful object on earth.
Greta's hair was naturally Nordic blond and very long. She wore it in a bun when in the wind or when she traveled; otherwise she let it fall around her shoulders and back, where it reached to her waist. Her armpits were clustered with long, heavy, blond strands in the European fashion that believed that hair was sexy wherever it was.
Her belly was flat, her belly button large and pink to match her nipples, it's deep indention resembled a tiny pussy and only a confirmed coward would hesitate to kiss that wee little circle nested just above her blond basket of cunt hair.
The skin that covered her lower belly containing her womb and its powerful, huge vagina was protected with a thick forest of silky, soft, blond, closely-knit strands of long hair. Her pubic triangle began at her belly button and stretched the width of her belly and a good four inches on either side of her cunt before it disappeared between her thighs. This huge growth of pussy hair brought gasps when she wore a bikini.
Greta's arms and legs tapered almost fluidly toward their extremities and her hands and feet bespoke of the character in her that made her extremely sensitive and artistic. Her long strong fingernails were always manicured and coated with the shade of red lacquer that matched her lipstick.
Her almost straight back ended at the tops of her fully-rounded buttocks, buttocks that were creased with a long slit covered with an overabundance of the same seductive blondness she had on her loins. When she walked her ass seemed to revolve in unison, yet at counterpoint, to the motion of her legs, a most distracting sight.
Greta's deep voice was instinctively modulated always and her elocution and pronunciation were unmistakably that of the high born British woman so often imitated but never mastered on the stage. Her words were always direct, clearly understood and at times, sounded like the tinkling of cymbals, they were so pear shaped.
The captain and doctor of the Carioca arrived simultaneously and ran to the ornate bed where their patron and friend lay quite dead. Their astonishment and grief was obvious as they surveyed the body and the mussed bedsheets. Jorge's face was wreathed in a smile of esoteric contentment and happiness. The doctor turned to Greta, whose body was wrapped in a black satin robe.
"Were you with Jorge when he passed on?"
"Jorge was not only with me, he was inside of me."
"Do you mean you were ...?"
"That's exactly what I mean. If you'd like to examine my vagina you may do so. You'll find Jorge's last drop of sperm is still warm."
"That is not necessary, Senorita, I see enough evidence on the bed. He died of a heart attack, without any question," the doctor replied.
"Please, Senorita, will you be kind enough to return to your stateroom. We cannot permit this accident to reach the press," the captain said, in a voice choking with emotion. He had loved Jorge like a brother.
"You gentlemen can rely on me. I shall conceal this unfortunate situation from the world for as long as I shall live," Greta answered.
"Many, many thanks, Seniorita, we are most grateful. Being here in U.S. waters we shall be subject to their regulations and these American officials can be might difficult. The Miami coroner will have to sign the death certificate. Please go now and accept my deepest sympathy," the overwrought captain said in a tearful whisper.
Greta returned to her quarters and sat in deep meditation and contemplation. She had accomplished her third immolation of 1970 and this latest one had been the easiest one. The 'coup de grace' had come suddenly and magnificently. Jorge, for all his reputation, had turned out to be just a cream puff once his penis had entered her vicious vagina.
The English Duke of Churchill and the Rama Khan of Morocco had been sacrificed earlier this year and both of them had taken much more time to do in, she remembered. All three proud males had just one fuck with her, one fatal fuck. She wondered if there was a man alive in the world who could survive her pussy. And if there was such a man, where would she find him?
Greta's personal experience in the western hemisphere was mostly on the South American continent, although she had been to Mexico City and Acapulco, both places located on the barbaric North American continent. Here she was in the bay just a few seconds away from Miami, Florida, U.S.A.
The realization that she would have to disembark in the United States struck like a sledge hammer. The stories she had heard about the uncivilized inhabitants of the U.S.A. did nothing to assuage her feelings just now. Why oh why, couldn't she have taken Jorge in Monaco, or Gibraltar, or in any of the ports of Europe they had stopped at?
In any case, her she was in a strange and foreboding country and without a plane of her own within 4,000 miles. The only solution was to telephone London and have her Lear-Jet pick her up in Miami. She reached for the ship's telephone and got through amazingly fast to her chief pilot in London.
"Charles, you must come at once. I'm stranded in the colonies, a place called, Miami, I think. Yes, I'm still on the Carioca but when you get here come for me immediately, please hurry!" she demanded.
A polite but firm knock echoed in her stateroom and she bade the knocker to come in.
"Miss Linstrom?" from a white starched uniform bristling on a suntanned athletic young man.
"Yes, I am Greta Linstrom," she replied, arising to greet the official looking individual.
"I am Commodore Jordan from the Miami Port Authority and as you are a guest on the Carioca, I must take a statement from you regarding the death of the owner. May I sit down?"
"But of course dear boy, please do and have a drink," Greta implored, in her most accommodating voice.
"Thank you very much. This won't take long but it's routine to enter whatever details are available in our records, the State Department you know."
"Please ask anything of me, you know that we were very good friends."
"Have you any reason to believe Jorge died from anything other than natural causes?"
"Of course not," she lied.
"Did he appear to be 'under the weather' the last time you saw him?"
"Yes, he did appear to be a bit pale and unsettled when I last saw him. In fact I could say he was trembling and exhausted."
"That ties in with the doctor's findings. He died of a heart attack you know. Too bad he didn't call the doctor when he felt so bad."
"Jorge was a very proud man, Commodore. Death was far from his mind I'm positive. He had never been ill since I've known him."
"These heart attacks do come on suddenly some times, but he was a very young man for such a quick exit. The doctor says he died painlessly which is a small blessing."
Greta smiled inwardly as she thought of how happy Jorge had been when he passed out. He had had seven ejaculations and he seemed to enjoy the last one as much or more than the first. He had truthfully died in the fray of sexual combat, just as others had died between her thighs. Even as they talked, Greta was trying to think of who her next conquest might be.
"I'm very glad he died in peace at least. He was such a wonderful person. I don't know where I'll find another one to replace him," Greta added.
"Well, now that you're in our country perhaps you will find a new fiance. There are plenty of good men in America. You'll have to stay here for at least three or four days while our government goes through the red tape required to remove a corpse to another country and during that time, who can tell?"
"Three or four days? You must be joking. My plane is on its way to pick me up tonight. Are you sure I have to remain that long?"
"What's so bad about that, you're in the 'sun and fun' capital of the world here. Surely you can find something to amuse yourself with here."
"But I don't know a soul in America. I've never been here. What on earth will take so long?"
"I'm sorry, but you see the Brazilian ambassador to the United States will have to fly here from Washington to attend to the details of this death and our State Department will have to release the body before anyone that was on the yacht leaves our jurisdiction. Cheer up it can't be all that bad."
"I have no where to stay in Miami and I don't want to remain on the yacht after what's happened.
"Miami Beach has many tine hotels. I'm sure one of them would please you. May I suggest you try the Eden Roc hotel?"
"Dear Commodore, I've never slept in a public house in my life. I shouldn't think of such a drastic thing."
"I see what you mean. Perhaps there is a way out. Do you by chance know Lord and Lady Rice from England? They have a house on an island in Biscayne Bay, actually only a mile from where we are?"
"Do you mean Gogi and Tudi Rice who own the Corsair?"
"They must be the same, as Lord Rice's yacht is called the Corsair."
"Excuse me for a second. If it's them I will be all right. Let me telephone," Greta said as she put in a call for her old friends.
"Gogi, darling, it's me, I'm in a terrible spot, can you put me up for a few days?" A long pause and then a thank you.
"Thank you, Commodore, they're sending a boat for me right away. Now I must get ready to go. Do you need any more information from me?"
"No, Miss Linstrom, not at the moment. If anything comes up we'll reach you at Lord Rice's house. Thank you so much for being cooperative."
The interview finished and her plans set, Greta called her two personal maids and told them of the shift in plans. The maids quickly packed and before long a Chris-Craft speed boat hove alongside the Carioca to pick the three women up and carry them to Bott's Island where Lord and Lady Rice were in temporary winter residence.
"Gogi, darling, it's so gracious of you to put me up. I've had a dreadful experience with poor Jorge. The man just gave way on top of me."
"Tudi does that all the time with me, you have to get used to that, Greta. Why don't you stick with girls, they never pass out?" Gogi answered through their close embrace.
"Gogi, you don't understand. Jorge died on top of me."
"My God, Greta, that's the third one this year to die with you, what the hell do you do to them?"
"You're right, Gogi, I do have a rather fatal effect on certain men, sort of a hobby of mine you know."
"Hobby or not, you should ease up a bit. You'll eliminate all the interesting men before you're through, although I must say it sounds like fun. Come on in the house, I want to hear all about it," Gogi replied.
Lord and Lady Rice owned a huge estate on Nassau in the Bahamas where they wintered, but a late arriving hurricane had driven the sea up and into their house just a fortnight ago and while the house was being put in order they were roughing it in a rented Biscayne Bay mansion. They had plenty of room for Greta and her maids and were more than happy to see their close friend.
Tudi (Lord Rice) was off in Nassau overseeing the house repairs so that Gogi was indeed delighted to see Greta, a girl that was infinitely more than just a close friend. The two had been lovers since their teens and now here they were alone on an island with nothing to do but love. It would be an exciting interlude for both switch hitters.
Now ensconced in the posh master bedroom the girls got down to some serious conversation and to some not so serious 'gin and tonic's'.
"I just can't get over it, Greta. Tell me is it chance that these prized bachelors have died with you?"
"They have died by chance, but not by the chance you're thinking of. The 'chance' that did way with these men was the mix-up in my genes. You remember how I've told you that as a child I was a very slow learner? Well, did you know that many geniuses have had that same history: Hans Christian Anderson, Albert Einstein, Mahatma Ghandi and others have had the same history of childhood backwardness, but when once the genes start to work a miracle takes place?
"You see, when I was about thirteen years old, I was aware of my overabundance of pubic hair and I was also aware of the strength in my vagina. Do you know that I shattered a Coca Cola bottle in my pussy when I was 14? Along with my superior physical development I noticed that I was possessed with a demon. Does all this surprise you, Gogi?"
"Yes and no, I've always thought there was something that set you apart from the rest of us. You seemed to get perfect school grades without ever studying and you always seemed detached from the rest of us. I must say that I felt greatly honored that you accepted me as a friend and as a lover, but this demon angle does throw me. Tell me more about it."
"About two years ago I got fed up with the male race in general and at about the same time I had a dream, a dream where I fucked a man to death. This was a strange dream because I'd never been with a man. Of course I'd masturbated and I've developed my vaginal muscles to a point where I can even bend a steel object inside my pussy. In the dream I had this man inside of me and I simply drained his semen until he died.
"I confessed this sinful dream to our Monsignor and he told me to forget it, but when the Prince of Tasmania deflowered me and died in the act I knew there was something ominous happening within me. I went back to the Monsignor and he again told me to forget about it, but when poor Lord Russix died the same way the Monsignor took me seriously.
"He said I was be-deviled and I must be exorcised. He put me through the exorcism ritual three times and pronounced me pure and I was too, but early this year I began to have the same dream over and over and the only way to get rid of the dream is to commit a regicide."
"Yes, but Greta, these men weren't kings."
"Of course not, but they were all the proudest kind of men, men who thought in their own minds that they were kings. Don't you see the connotation? Each man was wealthy and important and most of them were of royal blood. My little demon keeps telling me that this is my mission on earth. Really I'm doing the human race a favor when I eliminate this type of man, don't you agree?"
"Yes, I agree and you do it so painlessly. In a way I envy you. There's a horrible man I'd like to do in right here. Do you see that island off to the east about a hundred yards? Well, there is an American living there who is driving us mad. He has parties every night. They run all over the island drinking and copulating all night long.
"They play obscene rock and roll music so loudly we can't sleep; their speedboats are forever churning up the water; they bellow songs at the top of their lungs and what's bloody awful they shoot fireworks throughout the night. We've found out his name but that's all. He should be eliminated. Wish you'd do it for us."
"What is his name?"
"Sylvestor Sestor."
"And is that all you know about him?"
"That and the obvious fact that he is an American."
"Let's find out if he's important enough to arouse me, I'll telephone Commodore Jordan whom I met on the Carioca. He seemed very knowledgeable.
"Oh please do call him. Ask him over for a drink. Call right away!"
Greta had little trouble locating Jordan and he instantly accepted an invitation to visit Bott's island that very night. Jordan had visions of being close to the fantastic glamour girl ever since he'd left the Carioca, but her manner had been very cool towards him, he thought.
Commodore Jordan arrived in his own spiffy little sailboat and dressed in a yachtsman garb. When he saw Gogi, (Lady Rice), on the dock with Greta, he did a double take for here were two gorgeous girls, instead of just one. Both girls had donned bikinis and they were the briefest possible bikinis. Gogi wore white, while Greta wore black.
Gogi was shorter than Greta, but she was still a tall girl. She had hair the length of Greta's but her hair was as black as Greta's was blond. The contrast was in coloring most of all because Gogi was almost as strikingly beautiful as Greta. The girls waved him in and he disembarked with high hopes for a pleasant evening.
With the handsome boy between them the girls strolled into the house and plunked him down on a huge down filled sofa, each girl sitting as close to the excited boy as possible without touching him. The proximity of this feminine pulchritude was enough to bring a rise between his legs and when their combined woman smell wafted into his nostrils he was game for anything these sorceresses had in mind.
"Commodore, we have a question for you. We're awfully curious about our neighbor across the way. We know his name but that's all. He seems to be someone important. Do you know who we are talking about?" Gogi asked.
"Sure, you mean old Silly Seftor the Ponyboy mogul. He's had that house for ten years. He gives us plenty of trouble every time he's there but there isn't much we can do about him. He's too highly connected."
"Why do you call him Silly?" Greta asked.
"Well, people who know him always call him Silly and that's a mild expression to describe him. I've known him and about him for years."
"Really!" Gogi pressed, "how does that happen?"
"Before I came down here I was an FBI agent up in Chicago and I was once assigned to investigate old Silly. He's certainly something unique in our country."
"You make him sound so intriguing. Won't you tell us what you know? We're just two dumb little girls from over the water and we're dying to learn some real Americana."
Jordan's mind was far from the Ponyboy operation. He was thinking of how wonderful it would be to climb into bed with one of these sexy chicks, or maybe even both of them. Surely they must have had something in mind when they invited him over. This wasn't his first experience with bored society dames, but most times before they had been dogs who couldn't get a man on their own steam.
After starting n his second drink Jordan figured he might as well get Sestor's biography told and out of the way. These girls were interested in the man for sure and he was glad in a way that he did know something about Silly. He'd tell the tale and then go to work on the girls. He began to talk and was planning to skim over the whole subject as quickly as possible.
"Ponvboy is a magazine, published once a month in Chicago. It has a format of pornography and is a very widely read slick publication and Sestor is the publisher ... supposedly. Besides Ponyboy Magazine there is a chain of private clubs called the Ponyboy Clubs and on top of that there are several resort hotels called Ponyboy Hotels, all of which belong to old Silly, or at least they are supposed to belong to him.
Ponyboy Clubs have what they call Ponies working in them. These are girls who are young, attractive and very available to members for fun and games. The select girls belong to the super club called the Stable. The Stable is where Silly lives and also where the forty or fifty elite Ponies live. All these activities make old Silly appeal' to be one of America's outstanding citizens. Now that's your mysterious neighbor. You should be honored to live so close to such an illustrious man."
"Oh please tell us more," Gogi pleaded as she handed Jordan his third drink, this one stronger than the first two.
"Well he has his own jet plane. He has several fancy chauffer driven cars. His house, called as I said, the Stable, is a mansion of fifty rooms with two swimming pools, a private movie room, bowling alleys and billiard room. And plus all that he is reputedly a multi-millionaire."
Gogi knew instinctively that Jordan was telling only a very small part of what he knew about Sestor, but she could also sense that the boy was suffering between his legs. In fact, there was a sizeable bulge in his crotch. Perhaps if the girls gave him a little sex and some more booze he might loosen up.
She was dead right about Jordan's feelings. The nearness of the two almost naked girls was driving him wild. Gogi turned the hi-fi on and asked Jordan to dance with her.
"Sorry, I don't dance," he replied a bit sheepishly.
"Then you dance with me, Greta. I feel like dancing," Gogi said.
The graceful long legs of Greta unfolded and she took Gogi into her arms to dance. Now the sight of the undulating asses and the four huge titties mashed together in the dance embrace was really heightening the boy's desires. The two girls wiggled and waggled and rubbed pussies all over the room and soon his prick was as hard as a rock and his mind was super charged with a driving lust that he couldn't put away.
The winter sun was fading, but the room was still warm, warm enough so that the girls quickly broke out a sweat, a sweat that glistened and gleaned over their sleek sheening skins. The sweat gave off a lot more of the sexy woman musk and as Jordan's nostrils dilated he was indeed sorry he hadn't learned to dance.
CHAPTER TWO
The music got faster; the girls whirled and twirled; broke away and came together, bent down from their knees and shook their round asses to the rhythm of the hot band. The sweat began to stream down their satiny skins and suddenly they stopped and pulled Jordan to his feet between them.
"Take off your pants and shirt, your clothes are too rough," and the girls stripped the boy down to his shorts.
Now Greta embraced the excited boy from the front while Gogi embraced him from the back. He was sandwiched between two of the loveliest girls in the world, feeling their titties against the bare skin of his chest and of his back. Their hard teats felt like needles and their vibrations passed right through his own body, inciting his lust to kiss and love either one of these delectable goddesses.
In a desperate lunge he hugged Greta closer and searched for her half parted lips, she responded warmly, their tongues meeting inside their wide open mouths and the sensuous french kiss made his prick pop right out of his shorts. Gogi reached down for the rigid tool and she wrapped her fingers around the pulsating prick.
And with her other hand she slipped Jordan's shorts off. Now her bikini top and bottom dropped to the floor. Greta followed suit so that the 'dans a trois' was done in bare skin. The girls moved slowly, sensuously and relentlessly toward the huge down filled sofa where all three eased into a prone position.
Now the girls began to tongue bathe the sex crazed boy and they did it with the same skill and loving care that they used on each other. The saliva drenched lips and tongues coated his face with woman wet until his eyes were glued tight with the sticky hot mouth water and then they licked and lapped under each arm and down the sides of his chest and then up to his hardened male titties. Around and around their tongues circled his teats, until the pain was almost unbearable for the convulsing boy. Now Gogi's head dropped to his belly button where she kissed and sucked at his tender indention, leaving a pool of saliva before she began to suck at his pubic hairs.
Jordan's balls were swollen to the bursting point with his hot gism and his prick was straining and bucking to unload its load of love juice. At last Gogi began her long licks and laps along the length of his cock and his groin seemed to tighten like a bass drum in the hot sun, all the while the luscious Greta was locked with Jordan in a french soul kiss as she rubbed her huge titties over and over his throbbing titties and chest.
Sensing that he was more than ready to come Gogi straddled the enlarged penis and thrust it deep into her flaming hot cunt. Her hips began a slow series of up and down convolutions and her cunt lips squeezed his stiff prick with all their might. Jordan too was pumping his ass up and down in a matching tempo.
Jordan's body received a thunderbolt of passion. From his toes to the top of his hair he shivered and trembled and then spasmed from deep inside his loins. His prick lips parted and a stream of creamy hot gism poured out and into Gogi's pussy. He jerked and reared and shook and his brain was filled with blinding flashes of electric shocks.
As soon as she felt the last wiggle of the still hard prick, the black haired Gogi slipped his prick out and ran to the bathroom for her douche. Greta though kept kissing and fondling the boy's head and hair in a soft and soothing way meant to calm him and yet to keep him interested in pursuing the three way fuck.
"Let's have a drink and a resbit old bean, what say?"
"Great, I could use one. You girls sure taught me to dance in a hurry. I never even knew I could dance," laughed Jordan as he accepted a fresh cold gin and tonic.
"We liked it too, maybe we should dance all night," Greta replied as she raised her drink in a toast to the still panting boy.
Gogi's voice rang out from the bathroom, "Come on in here, you all, a shower will do us all good."
The three splashed and played in the shower for five minutes and finally all were refreshed and ready to go again if need be. The girls of course wanted to get much more information about this odd character who was their undesirable neighbor. So far, they had learned very little that could help them plan attack. Back in the sofa now, Gogi asked, "You must know a lot more about Sestor. Why don't you tell the whole story, we're very curious, you know."
Jordan, now refreshed and with visions of spending the night with these charmers decided to expand all the way and give them the real lowdown on old Silly. He knew the story well, having been the chief investigator in Chicago. The drinks relaxed him and cleared his memory so that he recalled most of the details of that sordid case.
"To begin at the beginning we have to go back several years. The Mafia in Chicago had accumulated a tremendous reservoir of cash, cash that went unreported to the Internal Revenue Service, but none the less cash which should be working. Of all the fields available to them that could produce a good flow of money, prostitution seemed like the best.
The federal government had cracked down on all of whoredom, not for moral reasons, but specifically because there was no way they could collect federal income tax on the business. The Mafia were well aware of this fact and it was up to them to circumvent the tax angle in a safe, legal way, a way that could operate real big on a national basis.
"High level meetings were held in Chicago over a period of a year before a formula was devised. After accountants and lawyers had agreed to the formula, there was still another step ... to line up politicians on the national as well as the local level ... this they did easier than was expected.
"The plan was simple and complete. First a pornographic magazine; next a private club patterned after the notorious "Kitty Davis" club; then open more clubs and resorts all over the nation and anywhere else that was Mafia controlled. The infamous "Kitty Davis" club had been open to the public and ran very successfully until the Feds cracked down on them.
"At 'Kitty Davis' club the customer found a bar on the main floor, a floor show on the second floor and a whore house on the third floor. Gambling was available on all three floors and the whole place crawled with cute little hookers who could be had only when they received the OK from Kitty herself. The club made a ton of money over a period of years.
"A search was instigated for a 'showcase wasp', a man who had no previous criminal record and who was stable, sober and talented in the pornographic business. Sylvester Sestor was a newcomer to Chicago just then. He had arrived from the hinterlands with two things, a talent for drawing pornography and a reverent devotion to the philosophy of Mahatma Ghandi.
"The Mafia screened him for months before they put him charge of their ambitious program. He was made for the job, stupid as any plow-jockey, but without any bad habits. He never seemed to go for sex; he never drank, he didn't vaguely know what was going on, nor was he curious. He was named the founder and publisher of the slick porno mag called Ponyboy, a rag dedicated to the masturbators of America.
"There has to be a lot of men who enjoy curling up with an obscene photo or drawing in one hand while they jack off with the other hand because Ponyboy reached a circulation of millions within a very short time. In fact, Ponyboy is the biggest selling magazine in America today. The stories are written by degenerates who accept pay from the mag and the Communist party, the photos are what you call 'superimpositions', that is they take three or four nude photos, cut the best feature of each girl out and past the conglomerate together creating the illusion of one perfect naked girl.
In any case, shortly after the mag got rolling good they opened the first private club patterned exactly after Kitt's old operation. Gambling and prostitution flourished throughout the club. Membership is and was restricted to males. The hookers act as cocktail waitresses and hostesses and are called Ponygirls, they dress in provocative little costumes and all have a miniature pony tail stuck on their asses.
"Ponygirls come in all sizes, shapes and colors. Exotic Chinese girls, black skinned negresses, olive skinned latins, tall, short, thin or fat. All the Ponygirls have a chance to meet prospective customers while on their job. Any girl who is exceptionally expert in the sexual department or especially beautiful is automatically promoted to the 'stable'.
"The 'stable' is located in a swanky section of Chicago and it is there that real parties take place. Old Silly rules over the 'stable' with a calculated conscience. If a girl gets out of line in any way she is fired on the spot. If she stays in line her job is safe until she reaches 23 or 24 years of age. Seldom does a Ponygirl remain past 25.
Ponygirls are available on a national basis for conventions, sales meetings, or just regular orgies. There are thousands of them and they all make money, a lot more than their kind made before whore houses were outlawed. The whole set-up is an American phenomena and one of the best incomes in the entire Mafioso.
Sestor's name appears on many real estate transactions, hotels, country clubs and even apartment houses. As long as he is clean he is a tremendous asset to the Mafia.
"There are a few details I've left out but you've got the general overall picture of the Ponyboy operation. Basically it is sex, Sestor and the Mafia. I notice you have some telescopes trained on their house, do you ever watch them, Gogi?"
"Well, I do sometimes but it's the same scene every night so I've tired of watching. Let me get you another drink and then you take a look."
The naked boy with his now semi-hard prick took the drink and peered through the glass at Sestor's house. He saw an ultra modern mansion surrounded with tropical shrubbery. But from his vantage point he could see inside the shrubbery to a huge swimming pool with a bar against the wall of the house. The powerful glass brought the scene very close to his eye.
Well out of earshot the two naked girls had eyes only for each other. Greta's cunt was twitching at the thought of once again fucking the glamorous Gogi and the time they were wasting with this boy only delayed her. She reached for Gogi's breasts and gave each of the fully packed melons a tiny squeeze as she whispered, "Gogi, darling, I'm suffering. Let's let the Commodore go home."
"Oh yes, honey, he must go. But we'll have him back tomorrow. You need more information about Sestor, don't you think?"
"Tell him your husband is due back. He'll travel but fast."
"See anything interesting, Commodore?" Gogi asked.
"I see about ten girls lounging around the pool and about four middle aged men drinking and talking to the girls. The girls are typical Ponygirls. Without their costumes they are quite plain looking. One has a good set of titties, a couple of them have cute faces, but all in all there isn't one real beauty out there. Seems they are all wearing wigs."
"That's what I mean when I say it's a boring sight. The people are actually very ordinary even though they are always naked. The men with their big bellies are ugly. Can you recognize Sestor over there?"
"Yes, he just came out to the pool. Would you girls like to see him?"
The girls ran to the telescopes and stared intently at the poolside scene. A skinny, balding, middle aged man with a pipe in his hand wearing nothing at all had joined the group. His limp prick dangled amidst his scraggly crotch hair and his shriveled balls flopped as he walked. He certainly wasn't much of a figure, but the Ponyboys and the Ponygirls were fawning over him from the minute he stepped out.
"Sestor must be that skinny one," Greta said. "Right, he's the one without the big belly," Jordan replied.
"How old do you think he is?" Gogi asked.
"He's about 55, more or less," Jordan replied.
"Really, he is nothing more than a male Madam, wouldn't you say?" Greta said as she coolly appraised the odd looking Sylvestor Sestor.
"You could say that, but I think he's just a dummy front for the real brains. There has to be some plenty sharp people behind the Ponyboy operation. He's strictly an image of clean sex," Jordan answered.
"Oh dear, my husband is due back very soon. He's spent the day in Nassau. I completely forgot. We'd better get out clothes on," Gogi said.
With that announcement Jordan quickly ran to his clothes and was dressed in seconds. The girls disappeared into the bedroom where they put on hot pants and blouses before returning to the sitting room. Jordan was anxious to go for several reasons. He didn't want it known he had been there and his wife was waiting dinner at home for him.
"I'd like to see you girls again real soon, maybe you'll be home tomorrow," he said as he was approaching the door on his way out.
"Definitely, you're invited. We want some more of you. Come anytime you can make it, we'll be alone all day," Gogi answered as Jordan left.
The moment Jordan closed the door the girls dove into each other's aims and their embrace was close and complete. Mouths met with lips spread wide and the two tongues flung at each other, their titties crushed against each other. Their cunts met and pressed hard through their hot pants. Their legs and arms entwined round each other's body with octopus like strength.
With their eyes closed tight the girls savored the taste of each other's saliva, their tongues touched and searched within their mouths, running in and out and around their moist lips. The soul kiss continued for minutes before they realized they were wearing clothes, but then the confining pants and blouses were dropped in seconds.
Now the two sleek sex bombs were naked and their flesh felt ever so good to each other. They were the same as they had been the last time they were together, loving each other with all the desire and passion that two women can display when they are true sex worshippers. Hands roamed down to asses where the rounded buttocks were squeezed and gently pinched.
Gogi's feet moved slowly toward the huge double bed in the bedroom and as she moved Greta moved with her. Never did the two break their hot french kiss. They moved as one person all the way to the bed where at last the two lovers finally lay closely together pressing their lust filled bodies closer and closer together.
Greta had always played the part of the man and she played it well. She had the gift of great imagination and she had the physical organs to put her imagination to work. From birth she was blessed with a clitoris so extraordinarily long and full that nurses always had to look twice when changing her diapers to make sure she was a girl. Her clit now had developed to the size of an infant boy's prick.
Gogi's most satisfying climax had happened whenever she had been fortunate enough to enjoy that female prick inside her cunt. Many a night she lay with her husband and dreamed of Greta and her clit. Greta used her clit so expertly that it proved beyond a doubt that it isn't how long or big a prick is, it's how the prick is used. Very few men understand that.
"Darling, let's smoke some pot. I've got some Ganchi, fresh from Jamaica. Open the drawer next to your hand. There's a lighter there too."
"Gogi you are wonderful, I haven't had a good stick of pot in ages. Here take a light," Greta replied as she placed a marijuana between her lover's lips. They would share the stick together.
Gogi drew deeply on the pungent weed and held the smoke for a bit as Greta covered her lips with her parted red lips, then she puffed the smoke into Greta's mouth, where Greta re-inhaled the drag into her own lungs. One stick, two sticks and finally the third stick were shared before the full effect of the strong grass took its full impact.
Now the girls were floating on air, air that was warm and safe and filled with romance and love, love that only two people who can share a total orgasm at the same time know. They gazed into each other's eyes, each enjoying the beauty of the other and feeling the quiet urgency of sex all through their genitals. Pussies were already wet, assholes were throbbing and clits were twitching and begging for love.
Silly Sestor and his sordid little Ponygirls and degenerate Ponyboys were entirely out of their minds. Their minds and bodies were here, right here, almost mentally inside of each other and they were both in a seventh heaven of true sexual bliss. Greta pulled Gogi's body to the lower half of the bed as she shifted her own body behind Gogi's head.
Now Greta looked down into Gogi's face, a face that exuded sex and love. Her lips were half open, her eyes wide open and her dainty nose quivering as the woman smell of the gorgeous blond creature above her was beginning to drift out from the damp armpits and into her nostrils. Greta stared with admiration at this love of hers and wondered how she could live without having Gogi beside her always. Just these dreams of hers separated them. Otherwise they would surely have lived together as man and wife.
Gogi's green eyes were flecked with shafts of gold and it seemed to Greta that the eyes pierced her own huge blue orbs so that she had trouble in withdrawing from the long look of love. At last she did and then she focused on Gogi's breasts, two huge mounds of pliable hardness and as white as the driven snow and capped with dark circles from which there protruded two spike-like teats.
Greta's eyes now roamed downward where she saw the copious cluster of black cunt hair that completely hid her pussy, the pussy she knew was wet and hot and ready to be sucked and fucked and loved as only she could do. Her own pussy was dripping and the wetness tickled her inner thighs as she was on her elbows and knees behind her lover's head.
Greta's tongue slipped through her moist red lips. It stretched to its full length and then it began to flick at the Madonna face below. The humming bird speed of her tongue was an art she had developed over many thousands of horns of practice and the lovely Gogi had longed for that fantastic feeling for a long time. Now she could feel the tongue on her eyes, on her nose, inside of her widened nostrils and finally over her lips. Her own tongue flashed out to be loved with this fabulous vibrating motion that only Greta could produce and the thrilling result raced through her tongue and right into her brain. Her brain told her that this was so far superior to any loving she'd ever had that she should try to make it last forever.
A few minutes of this delightful mouth to mouth fucking was all that either one could stand so Greta moved her speeding fork underneath Gogi's armpit and this motion brought her own sopping bush of armpit hair right in line with Gogi's mouth so that now both girls were lapping and licking and sucking at each other's musk filled armpit hair.
Saliva and sweat quickly matted each other's underarm hair and the little trickles of hot overflow ran down Gogi's upper breasts. Greta went to the other armpit and sucked and licked at that equally good tasting hidden part of the gorgeous black haired Gogi. Gogi's face was smeared with her lover's woman's wetness. The heavy smelling sweat and her own saliva and sealed her eyes closed tight. She wasn't interested in seeing anyhow; she was only aware of her feelings. Sex is something done with taste and smell and electricity, never with sight.
Now Greta began to love Gogi's left tittie and as she did she swung her own right melon smack into Gogi's face, the meetings of tongues and titties was perfectly executed, it seemed the female body was constructed solely for the perfect matching of mouths and sexual organs. Greta's tongue kept up its lightning pace matched only by a hummingbird's wings. It danced around and around the pulsing tit-tie.
Gogi though, while not as expert a lover was certainly enjoying herself with Greta's bust. Her tongue lapped and licked and her lips sucked and squeezed all over Greta's right tittie until the beautiful melon was dripping and throbbing with lust and saliva. When she sucked at the huge teat as she would suck at a cock she knew that women were ever so much better to love than men.
Greta trailed her flicking, flashing tongue across Gogi's cleavage and into her right tittie as she moved her own untended left tittie into Gogi's mouth. There the two duplicated their ravenous meal as their passions grew stronger and stronger. By now Greta was stealing little glimpses of Gogi's crotch cluster and she shortened her tittie loving to get further down her torso.
Now both tongues were buried in belly buttons and Greta's huge growth of cunt hair tickled Gogi's nose as she revolved her tongue deep into Greta's perfect little miniature cunt. Her belly button even had a sort of cunt smell about it, Gogi thought as she whirled and twirled her tongue and sucked the pretty hole to a 'fare thee well.'
Greta spread her thighs, moved downwards four inches and as she did the sex crazed Gogi opened her saliva and sweat coated eyelids to peek upwards at what was just three inches above her face. She saw Greta's long blond cunt bush in all its glory, hair that extended the four inch distance to her face and was now brushing her face gently. Wherever her eyes searched she saw the forest like blond hair and in the lower part of the forest she saw the open 'trench like' cunt.
The cunt seemed to be breathing and the cunt lips seemed to be calling out to her to be kissed and loved. Even the round little second sex hole seemed to be moving in and out and ready to expel a fart. The piece de resistance thought of the whole gorgeous crotch was mounted atop the heavy cunt lips. Buried in hair but still visible because of its size was Greta's clitoris, an organ of love that Gogi's cunt cried for.
Greta's clit was at least two inches long and at least an inch in height when hard, which it was right now. Her ejaculation channel was lipped just like a man's prick and when she climaxed it was only slightly different in feeling from that of a man's cock. Gogi stared transfixed at this super-human set of genitals above and a shudder ran through her as she recalled how many men had died from its astonishing death-grip.
Gogi's thoughts didn't last long on that macabre subject. Her senses wouldn't let her. The very presence of Greta's fragrant cunt musk in her nostrils drove every thought but sex away instantly. She sniffed at the delectable love organ and her mouth watered to taste it. It looked so good and it smelled so good and it was all hers to love right now.
Greta lifted her elbows and placed them between Gogi's warm thighs. Then she eased the thighs apart and pressed them upwards so that she could reach Gogi's tender little asshole with comfort and ease. Gogi's asshole was hairless and the round little shit hole seemed to pucker up with the expectation of a kiss. Greta hoped she would get more than a kiss.
As Greta moved forward her own thighs opened and with that her cunt lips split open revealing her dark pink depths and as they parted a delicious whiff of inner cunt fume was released to the panting Gogi's pleasure. Gogi's hands reached down and up to grasp Greta's titties which were pressing on her abdomen. Her fingers fondled the heavy hard hanging mounds and she could feel their sweat soaked slipperiness drenching her hands as thought they were playing underwater in a pool.
Both girls were now in fact perspiring from the warmth of sex and the closeness of the room and their bodies touching and rubbing felt almost as if it were just a single body, so much were they in love with each other as well as in love with sex. Both girls were contemplating each other's ass holes now and it was Gogi who pleased Greta first.
Gogi's pretty little puckered ass hole drew in a trifle and then expelled a tiny love fart. The odor was the odor only a beautiful woman can exude. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't acrid. It was a deep soft and sexy smell and Greta knew she must respond. She contracted her loin muscles which drew her buttock slit inwards; then quickly released her loin and presto, she puffed out a fart for her lover below her.
Now both girls began to suck and lap and lick at each other's assholes until the shit holes were shining with saliva. And then almost in perfect unison the girls inserted their fingers into each other's tiny holes where they frolicked at each other, teasingly and tantalizingly their fingers slid in and out as they gently revolved their fingers round and round the tiny little orifices.
Greta crouched lower, her cunt split wider and came right to Gogi's lips that were also split wide and hungry to taste the honey dripping pussy, without removing their fingers the two girls began to love the little strip of flesh that separates cunt from asshole on every girl. Pursing their lips the girls sucked at this little cord that sent its vibrations both to the cunt and to the asshole, sucking and licking and lapping they dallied over the little island of genital flesh that served no purpose but was so cute.
Both cunts had been flowing with pre-come juices for what seemed hours to them. Greta's hot juices dripped into Gogi's mouth and Gogi's lubing fluids had seeped down to the bottom of her pussy where they overflowed into the creek of her ass. Neither girl wasted a drop of this delicious imitation come. It was tasteless but it was warm and wet.
Now both tongues began to really eat cunt. The first tongue to cunt contact was at the very bottom of each vagina and from there the progression was toward the clits. The slow rhythmic tongues bathed every fold of the inner cunts and every speck of the outer lips, lapping and licking and sucking and probing and flicking and pressing mouth lips into cuntlips as though they were performing mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Now both clits were as hard and stiff as steel and bursting with gism and spasming with sudden shots of electric voltage that spread from their groins throughout their entire genital area. Their mouths were filled with a mixture of sweat, saliva and pussy juice. Their assholes were sucking at their fingers in twitching desperation and tingling passion.
In a moment of heated forgetfulness Gogi plunged her tongue deep inside the mantrap cunt of Greta's crotch and in a flash she could feel a sharp pain as the cunt walls closed tightly around her tongue. Only with a forceful jerk was she able to keep the cunt from sucking her tongue right out of her mouth. Greta had no control over those muscles and had warned Gogi many times to be careful of inserting any part of her tongue inside there.
Licking, lapping, kissing and sucking the lady lovers played on at the game of sixty-nine. Clits were near bursting. Teats were on fire. Eyes were closed tight. Mouths were gobbling and savoring cunt and both brains had long since passed into a state of the highest degree of lightness and desire for release from the painful grip of unrequited sex.
So far neither girl had touched the other girl's clitoris, but now both laved their drenching mouths over their female cocks and the real fun began. Sucking ever so tenderly at the throbbing clits the girls slid their tongues around the length and breadth of each other's 'man in the boat'. Their torrid tongue tips pressed simultaneously at the wee little gism holes nested so deeply in the hard pink girl cocks and when they moved the slightest bit it seemed as if the two would explode like a firecracker.
Suddenly Gogi's thighs began to close on each side of Greta's head. They closed slowly but steadily and with the power of a hydraulic press until the pressure on Greta's head told its own story. Gogi could hold out no longer, her ass cheeks squeezed together with such force that Greta's finger was pushed out of her asshole and caught in the crevice of her ass though it were in a vise.
Gogi's loins tightened. Her titties tightened, her mouth wanted to bite Greta's cunt right out of her crotch but she instead merely spread her lips to the breaking point and pressed against her lover's organ with all her might. From the deepest recess of her womb to her tightly compressed asshole she felt the liquid fire of sex burning. It seared from every direction and all the paths converged in her white hot clitoris.
Greta too had reached her peak of passion at the same instant and her pricklike clitoris burst its dam to flood Gogi's mouth with its treasured cream of cunt just as Gogi shot her geyser-like stream of gism into her sucking mouth. The girls drank gism like a trooper drinking beer, sucking and swallowing the precious life making gism with its exotic smell and taste.
The second climax followed the first before the first was over, or perhaps neither girl stopped coming. In any event, gism spewed and sprayed from clit and cunt until the girls had more gism inside of them and on their faces than they had in their cunts. The ravenous cuntlappers sucked and sucked until they both fell away from their cunts to catch their breaths. And as they parted Greta made up her mind to fuck Gogi right now.
Greta hoisted her six feet of loveliness over Gogi's body and dropped her still hard clit into Gogi's cunt as she received Gogi's kiss on her parted lips of slippery gism. Their tongues entwined and locked in a soul kiss fraught with demanding passion and their titties were crushed into pancakes from the fierce embrace and then Greta started her fuck.
She inserted her clitoris just as a man would insert his penis, straight between the trembling inflamed lips of the cunt and she pumped her ass up and down exactly as a man would do but with one big difference that only a lesbian knows about. On every insertion and on every withdrawal she swiveled her ass so that the effect on Gogi was the same as though she was masturbating.
The kiss and the fuck and the after feelings from the pot made the union a living, throbbing, pulsating blur of sex and love that drove both females right out of their minds. Fuck, fuck, fuck and then fuck some more the cunts seemed to be chanting to the rhythm so perfectly tempoed by the expert Greta. The girls fucked and french kissed until this time they did collapse in each other's arms to sleep in peace and to dream sweet dreams of each other.
CHAPTER THREE
Gogi and Greta stirred in their drowsiness and instinctively their hands searched for each other. Soon their mouths met in a satisfying kiss of joyful anticipation of things to come on this sunny morning. Gogi's fingers clasped round a tittie and she milked the still sleepy gland with a practiced stroke. After a very few pulls the soft mass of seductive flesh began to harden so she shifted her fingers to its mate.
As soon as she had both titties hard she reached for the huge growth of cunt hair that she loved so well and running her fingers through the silken forest she soon came on to the limp clitoris. She kneaded the clit between her thumb and first finger and that organ began to harden.
"Are you going to rape me this early in the morning?" Greta asked.
"I guess I will. It's my turn you know. The last I remember last night you were fucking the hell out of me. It's a damn good thing you are a woman or I'd be pregnant now. I can still feel your gism in my pussy. What a lay you gave me, darling. Now it's my turn to lay you. Are you almost ready?"
"Oh yes! Give me what I want, Gogi. Fuck me good. I'm always ready in the morning," Greta whispered back at the enroused girl beside her.
"Turn over on your tummy, I want to rub my pussy into your ass."
Greta turned over and waited for the fuck she knew was coming.
"Unless you want me to fuck you with your own come I'd better go to the bathroom and clean up. I'm really dripping with your cream Greta."
"If you go I'm coming with you, remember what we used to do in the good old days before you got married, Gogi?"
"I sure do and I was going to suggest we do it this morning, come on, let's go, I'm really ready for some hot sex!"
The two beauties hopped from the bed and almost jumped into the bathroom. The bathroom floor was covered with a heavy shag rug and the long shaggy nap of the rug felt comfy to Greta's back as she stretched full length and awaited her first shower of the day. And what a shower it was to be, a shower of steaming hot piss from Gogi's pussy.
Gogi stood over the prostrated golden goddess of sex and then squatted just over her face. Greta looked up at the cunt that was still oozing gism, gism that she had her self deposited last night when she had fucked Gogi. Gogi felt the warmth of her piss as it funneled its way from her bladder to her tiny piss hole located in the furrows of her vagina and then when it spurted she directed the flow into Greta's mouth.
Her piss had a tart taste and the left over gism made it taste all the better to the sex craved Greta, as she avidly swallowed the golden jet stream from her lover's hot box. The steaming stream splashed and splattered over her face and ran in golden rivulets all over her upper torso, soaking her titties with its shining elegance.
Gogi pissed and pissed and Greta drank and drank until there was no more piss in her belly. Then the girls reversed their positions and Gogi drank Greta's exquisite cunt wine. It was hard to tell which girl enjoyed it the most as both were obviously drinking each other as if it were nectar from the Gods.
The moment Greta's huge pussy was empty the two queens returned to the bed where they instantly went into their practiced sixty-nine position and they licked and lapped and sucked at each other until both were clean of every semblance of pussy piss. Only their saliva remained on their sleek skins and it was then that Gogi began to fuck Greta in the ass.
Greta opened her ass crack as wide as she could and Gogi plunged her quivering cunt right into the crack. Like a mouse trap Greta snapped her ass cheeks together to hold the furry vagina firmly in place. Now Greta began to rotate her ass counter clock-wise to the direction of Gogi's cunt and it wasn't long before Gogi's pussy was hard and ready to pop its load.
Sleep had re-charged both girls and Greta too was hot and anxious to climax, so she prevailed on Gogi to let her turn over and fuck her in the pussy. With a love born of compassion and mutual appreciation for each other the hot Gogi gladly acquiesced and so the two cunts fucked each other just as last night, only now Greta was on the bottom.
They came together once more and once more they fucked on and on until they'd spent the last possible drop of gism they possessed and then they fell into each other's arms as their two soaking cunts relaxed along with the rest of their bodies. A short snooze and they were as good as new and ready to fuck again or to talk.
"Why don't we call the commodore up and invite him back. There's a lot more I want to know about the Ponyboy operation," Greta suggested.
"Good, call him right away. I feel sure he'll come," Gogi replied.
The handsome young official was there in a half hour and he was delighted the girls had met him in their altogether. He was clear headed today and the beauty of the two naked girls hit him like a sledge-hammer. Even in his most erotic and exotic dreams he had never seen female bodies like these two right in front of him. He took a seat and waited for conversation.
"Why don't you strip down. We feel embarrassed," Gogi urged.
Jordan quickly stripped and the girls noted the semi-hard prick was ready for them as soon as they were ready for it. Gogi passed out some drinks and three nude sex maniacs drink to each other's health and happiness. Soon the drinks were replenished and emptied again and Gogi made her move.
"We'd like to hear more about the Ponyboy clubs and the Ponyboy chief, Mr. Sestor."
"What do you want to know in particular?" Jordan asked.
"Well, for one thing you mentioned Mahatma Ghandi in reference to Sestor. What did you mean?"
"Sestor professes to believe that sexual love is an expression of man's carnal lust, the same as Ghandi believed. Ghandi also believed that seminal fluids should be retained by man in order to increase his brain power. Lastly it was Ghandi's habit to sleep with several women at once every night, never having sex with these women, but only resting his body amongst their bosoms.
"Sestor is known to sleep with several Ponygirls every night, but no one has proven or disproven his sexual habits. The Ponygirls who sleep with him either won't talk or they have nothing to talk about. He is a true mystery in this department. I hope that clears the subject up."
"Yes it does and I agree with you. He is mysterious. But you say he is stupid?" Greta queried.
"I mean that he is a total boor. His conversation is stupid. He is generally an awkward, ugly, degenerate old man and someone who has to be basically evil, as he has given many youngsters a false impression of life."
"I think the world would be better off without Silly Sestor, don't you agree, Commodore?" Gogi added, as she thought of his loud parties that had disturbed her sleep.
"Hell yes the world would be better off. Think of the thousands of innocent young girls he's turned out to prostitution. Somebody oughta knock the dirty bastard off," Jordan replied, with obvious distaste for the subject.
The group were on their third drink by now and Jordan was sporting a full hard on by now and he had lust in his heart for sure. The girls saw this and they decided to find out just how hot he was.
"Commodore, won't you J8in us two in the bedroom? We're sort of excited at your beautiful, big hard cock. Come on, we're ready," Gogi said.
The threesome moved into the bedroom and the girls put Jordan in the center of the bed with his feet close to the foot of the bed. Jordan's prick stood up like a flagpole, a thick pole with a huge bulb of dark purple flesh, sheathed in a scabbard of soft pliant white skin. The naked girls began his seduction immediately.
Greta covered his almost panting mouth with her moist lips and brushed his chest with her hard titties. Gogi kissed his swollen balls and her titties pressed against his thighs. Jordan had never had two girls at one time excepting for the evening before and he still wasn't over that incident. Today it seemed the two sirens were even more attractive and more desirable.
Gogi took one ball at a time into her hot wet mouth and gently bathed the testicles until they almost burst wide open with their painful load of gism. Greta brought her lips to his hairy broad chest and there she sucked at each male teat until they were needle point hard and paining him as much as his balls were. Now Greta flattened her tongue wide and lapped at his belly button while her titties were spread on either side of his stiff prick.
Now Greta's long and snakelike tongue descended to his flaming penis where she pried and probed into the sheath of silky flesh and where she lapped and licked and at his white prick-cheese that had formed between the sheath and his ram-rod. Then she began to take long tongue and lip strokes from the base of his cock all the way to its crest.
The boy was ready and Gogi was ready. Nudging Greta aside Gogi again mounted his prick and began to fuck the boy with all her skill and energy. Just a few seconds of this sultry, sexy fuck and Jordan blew his load, a load of pent-up passionate gism. Me came and came and when his cock went limp he knew that he had the best fuck of his life.
The girls arose from the bed, feeling they had given him his due. For them it had been strictly a courtesy fuck and they were glad it was over. Jordan too saw that the party was at an end so he took a shower and returned to the sitting room to join the girls who by now had donned their hot pants and halters.
"I brought some information about the Ponyboy Club for you girls to look over. It's stuff I picked up last night on my way home, maybe you'll be able to get a better insight into your neighbor," Jordan said as he handed Gogi some advertising literature and a slick fancy brochure.
"Thanks so much, you're a peach," Gogi exclaimed.
"That's nothing for what fun I've had here, I hope you invite me back again," Jordan said as he was leaving.
"Thank goodness you met that charming boy. I think we know enough right now to do something. Are you still serious about giving him his just treatment, Greta?" Gogi asked.
"I'm thinking very seriously about the whole plan. I've never been in the U.S. before and this might be an opportunity for me to kill two birds with one stone. And I mean that word 'kill" literally," Greta replied.
The girls looked at the advertising pamphlets and the brochure and they were amazed at what they read. The pictures showed seemingly beautiful Ponygirls in the briefest of costumes. The costumes were made of silk and designed to emphasize their titties. The general impression one got looking at the costumes was that these Ponygirls could just shake their shoulders and the tiny, fluffy costume would fall off.
It seemed that the little ponytails every girl had attached to her ass was an invitation to pull the tail and see what would happen. The costumes were all the same color ... red, but the ponytails were a contrasting white. These Ponygirls purveyed one thing ... sex, but it was done in a very innocent way. Burlesque shows had been closed over more modest dress as being obscene. This Sestor had a good thing going, sexy, but not naughty.
Even before Greta finished reading the Ponyboy 'blurbs' she knew that Sylvestor Sestor was going to be sacrificed, in fact he might be her most satisfying victim. He was arrogant, no doubt rich, extremely evil and the greatest bore she had ever heard of. She would have to invent a way of getting to the man and that could prove difficult.
There wasn't a chance of a mutual friend introducing them, they were worlds apart socially. She couldn't and wouldn't just barge in on him. She knew nothing of American customs or culture other than what she had heard in conversation. She really had only three things going for her, money, her regal beauty and she spoke English.
"How in the world are you going to meet this lout?" Gogi asked.
"Perhaps I'll go to Chicago, become a Ponygirl, get promoted to the Stable and take it from there, how does that sound?" Greta replied.
"It sounds to me like a very adventuresome and dangerous thing to do, isn't there a simpler way?" Gogi answered.
"Perhaps there is, but offhand I can't think of another way. If I work it right I should be able to do it in a day or two once I get to Chicago. And my plane is waiting for me right now out at the Miami airport. Let's telephone the Chicago, office of Ponyboy and find out when Sestor is due to return there," Greta suggested.
"Capital, I'll ring them up right now," Gogi said as she reached for the telephone.
Her call produced results. Sestor was to be in Chicago the next day. Greta telephoned Commodore Jordan and was advised that she could go anywhere as long as she remained within the continental limits of the U.S. and that she should leave an address where she could be reached. This last requirement appeared difficult at first, but Gogi's brother was the English Consul in residence for the City of Chicago, so it was arranged for her to stay with him.
"Tell me, Greta, have you ever had a normal intercourse with any man, I mean ever?" Gogi asked as she studied this astonishingly gorgeous girl.
"Of course not, Gogi, but I haven't given up hope. My fondest desire is to find the man that can take me. If that ever happens I know the evil demon inside me will flee. Then I'll be a normal person."
"Well, at least you are highly selective with whom you fuck. It could be that Sestor will be the man. Why were you so curious about Mahatma Ghandi?" Gogi asked, intrigued at Greta's situation.
"Ghandi was a sexual freak, perhaps a bit like me. He let one of his parents die in a room only a few feet away from where he was fucking, nobody knows how many young girls the man did away with and the doctors say that he had mixed up genes, the same as me. If this Sestor is really a true devotee of Ghandi's philosophy he might prove interesting."
"When will you leave for Chicago, darling? I can't wait to see what happens, I'd love to go with you if Tudi would let me. Shall I ask him if he'll let me come along?" Gogi asked with animation.
"Please do, why don't you telephone him right now?" asked Greta.
Gogi got her husband on the telephone in Nassau and between her and Greta they convinced Lord Rice that they wanted to do America and that Chicago was in the center of the country. And that as her brother was there everything would be all right. They'd only be gone two days anyway.
Two hours later Gogi, Greta and four personal maids were airborne over Florida en route to Chicago, the Ponyboy headquarters. Gogi's brother, Bill met them at Meigs field, a private airport located on the shores of Lake Michigan. On the way to the Consular residence Gogi questioned Bill about Chicago in general and he gave them an accurate description of the city.
"Chicago is known throughout diplomatic circles as a Shanghai Post, a place to be sent when a man needs punishment. The climate is strange, it has winter and August and it is always windy. Some call it 'the mistake on the lake' and that is a good definition.
We have no social life, no theatre, no sports, no nothing in fact. We read a lot, watch television a lot and we keep writing home to our friends at court trying to get re-assigned."
"You make Chicago sound very dull, Bill. Is all of America that bad?" Greta asked.
"New York is a bit like London, Greta. There are many Europeans coming and going in New York. And of course there are parties and balls going on all the time over there. We fly over at least once a month. I'd say when you leave New York in this country, you're in trouble."
The girls had framed a story to give Bill as an excuse for visiting Chicago and they were hoping he'd accept their reasons. Greta, who knew Bill only very casually was to be writing a short story about the Ponyclub and she was to get some background on the operation for her story. True, it was all very farfetched, but the end justified the means.
"Have you heard of the Ponyboy Club, Bill?" Gogi asked.
"See that skyscraper just ahead. Notice the sign on top," Bill said and the girls observed a very tall building with a blatant sign perched atop reading, PONYBOY BUILDING.
"One can't live here without hearing of the Ponyboy Club and the famous Ponygirls. Coincidently, our upstairs maid is an ex-Ponygirl. She got too old for the job and now she works for us," Bill continued as they drove past the huge, impressive multi-storied building.
"I'd like to talk with her if possible. She could give me some good information for a story I'm going to do," Greta said.
"No problem at all. Betty is home now and she'll hi' glad to talk about her experiences I'm sure," Bill replied.
As soon as the girls were settled, Greta called for Betty and she was a bit surprised to find Betty was a black girl from Jamaica, a Britisher, like herself. Betty may have been too old for the Ponyboy Club but she certainly hadn't lost her youth as yet. She was a very beautiful jet black girl of about thirty years of age, nicely built with full busts and a rounded ass.
"Betty, we understand you worked for Sylvestor Sestor, is that right?" Greta asked, as she made Betty comfortable in a side chair.
"Yes mam, I worked for Silly for five years right here in Chicago."
"I'm going to do a story about him and the Club. If you'll give me some information about the organization I'll pay you $500.00."
"I'll be glad to give you any information you want, Miss Linstrom. I only ask your word that my name will not be used," Betty replied.
"You have my word that you are safe with my friend," Gogi said.
"Thank you, Lady Rice, what do you want to know?" Betty said.
"Just tell me whatever you know is a fact about Sestor and his club, or I should say clubs. There are several of them, I understand."
"Yes there are Ponyboy Clubs all over America and there are a few in other countries. They arc-all run the same way though. Any man can be a member by paying $100.00 initiation fee. All members have a ponyboy key which lets them into any club no matter where it is. Regular members have a plain key, special members have a gold key," Betty began.
"what is a special member?" asked Greta.
"A special member is any man who has passed an exacting test to prove he is wealthy and that he would never expose the true inside operation of the Ponyboy Club. Before he is issued a gold key he must have the Ponyboy Club doctor perform a vasectomy," Betty answered.
"What on earth is a vasectomy?" Greta asked.
"It is a twenty minute surgical operation performed on a man's scrotum. A small section of the tube which transports sperm from the testicles to the semen reservoir is removed which eliminates all possibility of causing pregnancy. It does not interfere with sexual activity, nor does it lessen his discharge of semen," Betty explained.
"Why is that so important?" Greta pressed with interest.
"Old Silly figured that out to protect his members. No Ponygirl can ever sue a gold key member and claim he made her pregnant. You see he runs the clubs very scientifically from every angle," Betty said.
"So it appears, but why don't all the members submit to vasectomy?"
"Because only the gold key members have the privilege of fucking the Ponygirls. A girl that fucks a regular member does so at her own risk and if she's found out she'll be fired instantly. However any girl that refuses to fuck a gold key member is fired instantly as well. A girl gets a minimum of $200.00 for every gold key member she fucks and of course she often gets a good tip.
A Ponygirl only needs two or three gold key dates a week to make good money. The real reason I was fired was that I wasn't getting enough dates. You see these gold key Ponyboys want very young girls. When a Ponygirl passes her 25th birthday-she sort of drops out of demand. I worked till I was 27 and was lucky to last that long," Betty detailed.
"How are the Ponygirls recruited?" Greta asked.
"Some come in through other girls' recommendations. I sent over 50 Jamaican girls to Silly. Others apply through newspaper ads that Ponyboy runs regularly. All the girls are checked out very carefully for YD and for their general attitude. 90% of them come from small towns all over America. As soon as they are accepted they're put through a training course."
"What kind of course do you mean?" Gogi interjected.
"Well, most of them have to learn how to make up their faces, how to walk and how to talk and things like that. If a girl is obviously sharp she can go straight to work her first night. All they have to do is to serve drinks or be a hostess. It's really simple work and the best ones go right to the Stable," Betty went on.
"What's the Stable?" Greta asked.
"The Stable is located in Sestor's home and there are about 40 girls more or less in the Stable at all times. All of these girls have been hand-picked out of the thousands of Ponygirls. They are girls who not only have outstanding physical qualifications, but who are super-skilled in providing sexual pleasure for the Gold Key members. They are the girls who put on the private Pony-Pussy shows."
"What is a Pony-Pussy show?"
"The girls call them Freak shows. They are really just stag shows. For instance, three or four girls go down on each other at once, or a show might have men and girls, or sometimes there are animals involved. The Freak shows mean more money to a Ponygirl and there is great competition amongst the girls to be in them.
There are several specially decorated rooms in the Stable called Pony-barns where the Freak shows are put on. A Gold-key Ponyboy can arrange any kind of a show he wants, the more participants the more he has to pay. A top Ponygirl can make a lot of money if gets enough of these Freak shows. When I first started I was in the Stable and I made a lot of money.
One night I got a $5,000.00 date out of a Freak show. He was a big man in Chicago's syndicate operation and he was a very intelligent man. He explained more about the Ponyboy operation than I ever learned working there. He said the Ponyboy clubs are the most sophisticated whore operation since the time of King Solomon, who had ten thousand whores working for him."
"Tell us more about this syndicate man, he sounds interesting?"
"He said the whore-houses in Chicago had always been controlled by the politicians, but that after World War Two the federal government insisted on collecting income tax from the operation and that temporarily slowed down prostitution altogether in Chicago, at least until the syndicate accountants figured out a plan that finally evolved into the Ponyboy club.
Complete records are kept of salaries and commissions of all the Ponygirls and the income tax is duly paid to the federal government. Monies paid for prostitution are called 'commissions for special services' and in that way everyone is protected, the club and the members. All this sounds elaborate and complicated, I know, but actually it is quite simple. It is really just wholesale prostitution done in a legal way.
One federal law prohibits sending girls across state lines for prostitution but somehow this law is never enforced against Ponyboy clubs. In fact the only problem Ponyboy clubs ever had was in New York City where they had to make rather expensive arrangements with the New York syndicate before they could operate.
Ponyboy rates are much higher in New York but they do plenty of business there, but all the top action takes place right here in Chicago in the Stable, because it is only here that Goldkey members can sleep, eat and fuck all under one roof. Members come into Chicago and sometimes stay for several days just running amok with sex and booze at the Stable."
"Does Sestor ever attend these Pony-pussy shows?" Gogi asked.
"I've never heard of Silly going to a Freak show. He's freaky enough all by himself. He lives like a whore, sleeps all day in a Very special water bed with at least five or six girls and does his work at night. Sometimes he travels in his private jet plane, but mostly he is a mystery to all the girls. He's a real creepy person to be around. I can't stand him.
Silly puts on TV shows and generally hosts the important Gold key members. Some of the members are movie stars. Some are members of the Communist party. Some are business tycoons. Many are local politicians. All of them though have unlimited cash to spend and all of them will pay huge sums for privacy. They get super privacy and super sex at the Stable.
The syndicate controls the Playboy club so tightly that there has never been a shred of scandal about it since they started several years ago. Right now Sestor is the top 'showcase Wasp' in America. He owns billions of dollars of real estate and of course owns all of his clubs and his resorts. The public think Silly is a genius but he's really just a front for the syndicate and he probably is paid a salary and an expense account."
"I want to see his operation from the inside. How would I get a job as a Ponygirl, under an assumed name of course?" Greta asked.
"Just go to the executive office in the Ponyboy building and tell them I sent you. I've sent a lot of girls over there and they trust my recommendation completely. Only please don't use my name in your story."
"Don't worry, Betty. I'll protect you all the way. Do you think the office is open now, I don't want to waste time getting to my story?"
"Sure it's open. I'll call them and tell them you're from Nassau and want to work. They'll hire you right away and with your looks you'll go straight to the Stable I'm certain. Shall I call now?"
"Please do, Betty and thank you very much, you're invaluable."
"Greta, I want to go with you. This all sounds so adventuresome and intriguing, would you mind?" Gogi suggested with a pleading tone.
"Of course not, you be Sally Evans and I'll hi' Jan Olson."
Betty telephone her friend at Ponyboy, gave out the two assumed names and made appointments for one hour from then. Gogi and Greta, now Sally and Jan, donned their most seductive 'hot pants' costumes and were soon on their way to the Ponyboy main office.
CHAPTER FOUR
The plushiness of the Ponyboy offices surprised the girls, but the interview with the personnel executive didn't. The man took one long look at the two gorgeous sex bombs and instantly knew he'd hit it big. Never as long as he'd been with Ponyboy had he seen two girls apply for jobs as beautiful as Sally and Jan.
Both girls were exquisitely exotic symbols of everything Ponyboy stood for, well spoken, impeccably groomed and most important were the most attractive girls he had ever seen. And the plus was that they came highly recommended. These girls would be happy to fuck when called upon.
Without wasting time he called Sestor personally to report his find. Sestor said to send them right over to the Stable. Important members were there tonight and the girls would fit in perfectly. A big party and Pony-pussy show was to be held and Sally and Jan could be in it. They wouldn't even have to wear Ponygirl costumes as the Pony-pussy shows were all done in total nudity anyhow.
The girls were chauffer driven to Sestor's house, only a few blocks away and they were greeted by Sestor personally. The house was furnished in what Americans call 'regal grandeur,' polished hardwood floors covered with oriental rugs, conservative but expensive traditional furniture. Huge fireplaces and crystal chandeliers added to the solid splendor of the imitation old English decor.
"Welcome to the Stable, girls. I'm Sylvestor Sestor, your host and I hope, your friend and confidante," Silly said as he too did a double take when he looked over these two magnificent new girls.
Greta scrutinized Silly carefully before she replied to his welcome. The man appeared self-conscious as he clumsily waved his pipe about and screwed his face as he talked. His clothes were atrocious examples of ostentation, cut on the American style one sees in the movies. His head jerked as he spoke and he seemed unable to pronounce the simplest of words.
"Thank you, Mr. Sestor, we're here to do whatever you ask of us. My girl friend, Sally and I are quite anxious to please you," Greta replied.
"If she is Sally, then you must be Jan, correct?" Silly said.
"Right, I'm Jan and she's Sally," Greta lied easily.
"We're having a big bash tonight for a very important member. He is so important that I am personally arranging everything for him. He wants to see a 'Pony-pussy' show and if you girls are experienced in such tings I'll put you on. Have you had any experience in this sort of thing?" Silly asked.
"Perhaps Betty didn't tell you but we are famous for our act down in the Caribbean. I play the male and Sally is the female. We do a complete scene of oral love and copulation. Would that be all right?" Greta answered.
"That's exactly what we want tonight. You girls will be fine. Just go into the stall area and a maid will show you where the Pony-pussy show will be held. The maid will help you with anything you need," Silly said as he puffed away at his pipe and grinned his grin which added something to his nickname.
Without hesitation the girls followed Silly's glance to the Stall area where they were met by a cute little black girl who said she was their maid for the night and that their every wish would be quickly fulfilled. The girls entered their Stall and were amazed at the decor of the medium sized room.
Floor, ceiling and all four walls were solid mirrors. There were five plush easy chairs for spectators at one side of the room. A ten foot round satin covered bed was in the center of the room and the bed was rotating very slowly, so slowly that its movement was not perceptible at first. Beyond these sparse furnishings the room was bare. The only visible lighting was a white beam that shone down from a hole just over the black satin covered bed.
"This is the number One stall girls, you're dressing room is just next door, come in and look it over and may I bring you a drink?" The maid blurted out as she opened the door to a room next to the Stall.
"Yes, bring a bottle of whisky and a pitcher of water," Greta said.
The dressing room was luxurious and comfortable, a huge double bathroom opened into the room, two double beds were provided as was a color TV set and an FM radio. The girls relaxed but turned the radio on rather high to avoid any chance that their voices might be picked up by a 'bug. Their whisky arrived and they poured two stiff drinks.
"What do you think so far Gogi?" Greta asked carefully.
"I'm amazed, it's the first real whore house I've ever been in, you know these girls have it pretty good don't they?" Gogi answered.
"Well, I've heard tell of some fancy lay outs in London, but I doubt there is anything approaching this opulence anywhere in the world." Greta replied as she was trying to think of how she could get Silly alone.
"Wonder how long we'll be cooped up here?" Gogi mused as she sipped the whisky and hoped they wouldn't be expected to stay all night.
"I have no idea dear heart, do you have any reservations about doing this 'freak' show, as Betty calls it?" Greta asked.
"Hell no, we'll just fake our climaxes, but otherwise pretend we are making hot love," Gogi replied confidently.
"Fine, I'm sure we can handle the act very easily," Greta smiled.
"The important thing is to get old Silly where you want him," Gogi said as she realized it might not be too easy to do just that.
"We'll just have to play it by ear. We're in this far and we might get all the way if things continue breaking for us," Greta said softly.
There was a gentle knock at the door and Greta called, "Crane in."
"I just wanted to see if you girls are comfortable." It was Silly himself who had knocked and was now standing in the doorway with his pipe.
"We're fine, won't you join us and visit for a moment?" Greta replied, her mind spinning a mile a minute for an opening to be alone with him.
"Thanks, I will, what do you girls think of the placer"
"We think it's assumptions. Do you live here all the time?"
"Yes, I'm either here or in my winter house down in Biscayne Bay."
"Betty said to say 'Hello' to you," Greta continued.
"Betty was a nice girl, tell her 'Hello' for me when you see her."
"Does it make any difference to you if we live outside or do we have to stay here?" Gogi asked, trying to sound very sincere.
"I like to have all the top girls stay here, but that's up to you."
"Well, we can talk about that later," Greta interjected.
"Frankly Jan, I'm hoping you will stay here tonight and in fact I'd prefer it if you don't sleep with anyone tonight, I'd like to have you spend the night, or really I should say day, with me, you intrigue me," Silly said.
"That will be a treat, Mr. Sestor, thank you very much," Greta said.
"Just call me Syl, that's what my best friends call me," Silly replied as he was almost pissing in his pants at the ravishing blond beauty's gorgeous shape and her perfect English accent.
"Fine then Syl, but what about Sally here?" Greta asked.
"Sally can stay too, the more the merrier," Silly answered.
"Won't you join us in a drink, Syl?" Gogi asked coyly.
"No thanks, I never drink, it's against my religion."
"What is your religion Syl?" Greta asked with conviction.
"I belong to the Esoteric Fraternity. It's the most exclusive religious cult in the world. Our prime requisite is "absolute abstinence from sexual activity", we are the Order of Melchisedic as prophesied in Revelations in the Bible. Our membership is very low right now, I'm afraid we're disappearing entirely," Silly answered in a serious tone of voice.
"If your religion ever did catch hold world-wide, then that would be the end of the world, wouldn't it?" Greta pressed on inquisitively.
"That's the bad part and that is why I've been leaning towards the philosophy of Mahatma Ghandi. He followed the same basic beliefs but he did allow for some procreation with certain people," Silly replied.
"But I'd heard that Ghandi liked his sex, he was married I now," Greta said, hoping to catch Silly in some sort of error.
"Yes, he was married but I doubt that he really had sex in his later years. He slept with girls but he felt that he was absorbing a mystical power from them as he slept. Not only a mystical power, but a physical strength as well. He was a strong man to be able to endure those long fasts."
"How soon does the show start?" Gogi interrupted in a bored voice.
"Gee, I forgot all about my important members, excuse me I have to join them right away, I'll let you know as soon as possible when they're ready and you girls can get organized, it shouldn't be too long," Sally said.
After he'd gone Greta began to think about her situation. If the guy was telling the truth, he'd be hard to fuck but she had a woman's sixth sense that was telling her that old Silly was a fraud. His story was too damn pat and she recalled, Ghandi too had been a big fraud, maybe they were alike.
"He doesn't look too healthy to me and he seems plenty stupid," Gogi remarked after she had thought about Sestor's conversation a while.
"I agree, I think he's a fake. In any case we'll find out tonight."
"Thank God, they gave us this bottle. What a terrible way to earn a living. Imagine if we were really whores. I'd die rather than go through this every night. I guess the prime qualification for whoredom is stupidity," Gogi remarked as she took another healthy swig of booze.
There was another knock at the door very shortly and Sestor entered again to ask the girls if they wished to join him and the two important members next door to watch the first two acts of the Pony-pussy show. It wasn't required of them he explained, but if they wished they were welcome to come.
Both Gogi and Greta jumped at the chance to get out of the dressing room, the show might be terribly awful, but nothing was worse than this waiting.
"Thank you, Syl, we'll be right in and join you," Greta said.
The girls entered the blinding darkness of the Number One Stall and felt their way to two easy chairs beside Silly. The two mysterious important members sat on the other side of Silly. Soon the spotlight in the ceiling pierced the blackness and it made a pool of soft light that covered the black satin bed perfectly.
In the center of the bed lay a magnificent black girl. She must have been very young as her titties rose from her torso as if they were made of steel. She had her thighs wide spread and her crotch was clearly that of a youngster. Her pubic hair was shaved and her cunt lips were shining and invitingly open exposing her pink slit.
Silly opened a small cage he was holding in his lap and there was a tiny humming sound in the darkness. Now into the lighted area the girls saw three tiny, brilliantly colored birds, their wings fluttering so fast that they were invisible. As quick as they entered the spotlight they descended on the black body. Two of them flew to her titties and the third flew to her cunt.
All three birds hovered and beat their wings just over the sensitive sex parts of the girl. The sound of their wings was melodious and furious. Each bird was intent on eating at his chosen spot and as they ate the girl became instantly aroused. Within a very few moments the girl was in a state of erotic pleasure, her teats swelled to twice their normal size and her clitoris filled with her come as she writhed in total ecstasy.
Her eyes closed tightly, her mouth opened and closed with the obvious joy of a woman about to climax and her thick black lips slid past each other wet with her foaming saliva, she moaned softly and her breath came and went in little gasps of urgency. Her hips were moving up and down in the rhythm of a fuck.
Finally her belly tightened, her ass rose two feet off the black satin, her fingers went to her head and she let out a low scream of pleasure. The wee little bird at her pussy was showered with her come as it spewed out in a jerking stream of creamy white heat. The little cuntlapping bird fell between her thighs. His wings saturated with her gism, she blushed the two other birds away from her titties and began to milk the love globes with her hands.
At last her trembling body quieted down and Silly had the three valuable birds back in the cage. The girl rose and left with a most contented smile on her face.
"How the hell did anybody train those birds to do that?" One of the men asked of Silly who sat back in his chair completely relaxed.
"The trick is an old Chinese tradition, just a bit of honey placed in the right spots and the woman had an automatic masturbation team working, the Chinese women have many ways to masturbate and some are quite ingenious." Silly replied with a hint of pride in his voice. Evidently this must be one of his big treats Greta thought as she continued to plot Silly's demise.
A maid came in and removed the black satin cover on the bed and replaced it with a new red satin coverlet in preparation for the next act. The participants of the next act were already in the room and as they mounted the bed Greta did an inaudible long whistle. It was because the next act was to be performed by two youths of about fifteen years of age.
The boys were built like men, muscles rippled all over their bodies, they were both black haired with startling white skins. Both had pricks that would please most adult men, both had a serious expression on their faces. Greta was entranced with them both, if ever she could shake the awful demon in her body these would be the kind of lovers she would enjoy. She knew that young boys had perpetual hard ons and she had often had fantasies where she was in bed with six or seven boys just like these two on the bed.
The boys came together in a typical embrace that was so tender and loving that the homosexual angle was quickly forgotten. The spectators were watching pure, unadulterated love and because it was two males made little difference to anyone. Their hands and fingers wandered all over each other's body and it wasn't thirty seconds until their organs responded fully and then it was plain that these two were indeed extraordinary youngsters.
Neither prick had been circumcised and their tremendous tools rose beautifully from their crotches at a forty-five degree angle. The pinkish prickheads peeped from their white velvet sheaths making each cock seem to be something to suck even though the three males were straight as hell. The boys french kissed each other fondly and pressed their peters into their bellies as they stood in their embrace.
They eased slowly down the bed and then changed their positions so that they assumed a sixty-nine position, unlike a male and female eating each other these two went right after each other with the determination of reaching their climaxes as soon as possible. Within second both cocks were deep inside their mouths and they sucked eagerly and expertly.
Their sex seemed crude and immature but male homos are noted for their desire for quick responses. What they lacked in quality they made up for in quantity because it wasn't two minutes until they began to blow their loads into each other's mouth. The white sperm filled their mouths to overflowing and oozed out their lips as they hungrily ate at each other's organs.
The amazing part of this act was the number of times each boy came. Before they were finished the boys must have had fifteen ejaculations apiece and the way they ate the hot gism it seemed they would have liked to double the amounts of come they both swallowed. The act was appealing to both girls, but it didn't do much for the male spectators, perhaps it reminded them of how really crude men are in the ways of sex and love.
The boys left the scene with limp peters dangling between their legs and the maid once again changed the satin coverlet which had a rubber underling, this time the color was pink. The maid brought a round of drinks which was certainly in order, as boredom was setting in for the two important members, the homo show hadn't been too stimulating.
Now there appeared four new participants, two red-headed girls and two redheaded boys. All were nude and it was easy to see that they were all natural redheads because they all had red pubic hair. The girls and boys it turned out were twins, identical twins in fact. They had only arrived recently from Belfast, Ireland. Their act had been presented to the Queen of England only three weeks ago and it was said that the Queen found them devastatingly marvelous.
They paired off immediately and the strange thing was they still looked like twins, if it wasn't for their genitals and the beautiful titties on the girls one would swear it was four identical people. They all had flashing Irish eyes to go with their red hair and all had complexions that were as white as the driven snow.
The two couples lay in the bed and began to pet and love as though they were in total privacy. One girl and boy just as normal as pumpkin pic. So far there was nothing lewd or depraved in the act whatsoever, just a peep at a pair of lovers. The strange thing was the fact that neither boy reached an erection, their pricks remained as limp as dish rags.
Kissing and petting was all there was to be seen and the spectators wondered how this performance could possibly have intrigued anybody, it was a pretty sight as the bodies were all so perfectly flawless, just as though they had been carved from pure white marble. After three or four minutes of this innocent exhibition everyone except Sestor was getting very restless, Sestor though knew the act and he was far from restless.
CHAPTER FIVE
Silently and quickly, the door to the hallway opened to admit a shadowy figure, the figure strode to the round bed and the spotlight reflected enough light on him to reveal his ominous costume. He was dressed in the habit of a monk, a black costumed and black hooded monk, he even had on black gloves and other than his eyes which peered through slits he was a total black demon-like individual.
The intruder carried an attach� case which he set on the floor beside the bed. He stared intently at the lovers before speaking and when he did speak his voice was as spooky as his appearance. In a thin and quavering voice that bespoke nothing but evil he addressed the four red-headed lovers.
"How unfortunate for you four sinners that I happened to find you committing this adultery. You are all supposed to be in a state of grace and here you are breaking your covenant together. You shall be punished for this outrage against the Church, I command you to separate and to form a 'head to head' cross."
The lovers disentangled themselves and lay on their tummies head to head in a cross-like formation, their feet almost touching the outer rim of the bed, the feet were at the 'nine,' 'twelve,' 'three,' and 'six' positions of a clocks hands. Now the monk quickly opened his case and withdrew the implements of his profession.
First he slipped nooses around all four sets of ankles and seemed the ends of the nooses to turnbuckles conveniently placed on the sides of the bed. Next he handcuffed the eight wrists together and then went to each turnbuckle where he tightened the four sufferants' ankle nooses till it was impossible for them to move out of their bondage.
Other than little murmurs of supplication all four submitted to this bonding without a whimper or outcry, it seemed almost as if they liked what was being done to them. Their buttocks shone white and gleaming in the spotlight and the girls asses were a delight to behold as they rose like mounds of frothy whipped cream and quivered like jello, soft and gorgeous.
Now the monk extracted a weapon from his case, it was a coiled black snake whip about ten feet in length. He uncoiled the whip with a single expert shake of his wrist. The heavy leather thong ran out its full length and with a loud 'pop' became an operable and mean looking instrument of torture. The monk walked slowly around the bed, all the time reciting some Latin words in a very low voice.
Neither Greta nor Gogi had ever seen sadism or masochism reduced to these realistic terms, both girls were terrified at what they were about to witness and they both reached for a long straight glass of whisky in order to stomach the cruelty that was obviously going to take place. The men were all excited though, it seems the male species delights in brutality, especially when it is happening to someone else.
The monk stepped back about five feet from the prostrate girls and boys so that his form was only barely visible in the darkened room. Then with suddenness of a bolt of lightning and the crack of a thunderbolt his whip lashed out and onto the white flesh of one beautiful ass belong to a girl. The very tip of the whip stung the perfect globe and it opened a slash of ass cheek that was about four inches long her red blood spurted and then subsided to a trickle of contrasting liquid which oozed and ran a thin course down her ass.
Now the monk unleashed his second lash. This one on the ass of a boy and that ass was opened in an identical manner. The next blow fell on the second female and the last blow on the second male. The monk stepped up and bent low over the wounds one by one and was satisfied with his devilish handiwork, he had made each cut straight and perfectly positioned.
Beginning at the first girl's ass he delivered her second cut and the spectators could see why he was so interested in seeing just how his first lashes had landed, because the first girl now had a cross on her ass cheeks, a perfect cross of blood. The hooded man continued around the rotating bed and carved three more crosses.
Amazingly to the spectators there hadn't been a single moan or groan from the boys or the girls, their asses did shudder at each blow but other than that they lay still and offered no resistance to the barbarous whipping. After he had completed his first round of crosses he began on the other ass cheeks and within a short time he had fashioned a cross on all eight cheeks.
By now each cheek had two deep trenches of blood and the tiny rivulets had swollen to streams of sticky hot blood. The contrast of the red, red blood against their white white bottoms was shockingly sadistic and Greta had to have another drink but fast to keep her equilibrium. Gogi though seemed entranced with the demonstration and she realized that there must be a strain of sadism in her. In fact, she thought, the death of Sestor would be the high point of her life.
Gogi had never witnessed the death of a man and she was avidly hoping that Greta would let her watch the death fuck she was going to give Silly, that is if it could be accomplished at all. The scene before her now only seemed to whet her appetite for the real 'main event' of the night when Sestor stuck his cock into Greta's steel trap.
Greta wondered how much more punishment these beautiful youngsters would have to absorb before the Monk finished with them, but even now he was cracking his lethal leather weapon into the blood-covered asses once more. He circled the bed slowly and methodically as he kept his bloody whip in action, bits of flesh stuck to his whip and as he snapped it out the tiny strips of dripping flesh flew in the air about the now pungent smelling room.
The smell of the wounds was getting to Greta. She abhorred bleeding anytime but this carnage was bringing her to a state of near hysteria, a condition that she kept well hidden from the other spectators. She refilled her whisky glass time and again to keep from fainting dead way but Gogi only leaned forward to observe the depraved exhibition more closely.
The monk laid his whip on the blood soaked bed and quickly loosed the restraining ropes and the handcuffs, his victims were in a semi-coma and he had little problem when he rolled them all over on their backs. Their torsos were still white, in fact the girl's titties stood out in bas relief like cones of ice cream tipped with maraschino cherries.
He coiled his whip and lashed into a beautiful tittie, curling the tip of the whip wickedly all about the base of the luscious globe where blood spouted out at the contact. He cut every tittie the same on everybody, his expert handling of his weapon was indeed something marvel at, he cut just exactly where he wanted to and no place else.
With their pectoral glans bathed in blood and their flat tummies overrun with sticky red blood it seemed they had received all a human could possibly endure, but he pressed on now to their genitals. He wrapped the snakelike whip around the two pricks which were limply laying in their reddened crotches and he flicked a bit of skin from the cunt lips of each girl and with that he stepped back from the bloody scene and disappeared out the door.
As the monk passed out the door two other forms walked in. The new forms were naked and very beautiful. Both were long haired blond beauties with eyes that flashed and shone with the eagerness of the storied she-wolves that have haunted children since time began. The girls walked around the bed surveying the four blood drenched bodies as they licked their lips and rubbed their pussies.
At once, the two creatures plunged their heads into the wounds that were oozing blood, their long tongues shot out and they licked and lapped and sucked at the trendiest of open flesh that lay before them. The two were genuine Vampires and they were having a feast, a feast that gave them sexual pleasure as they drank the blood from the young bodies.
Both Vampires kept their fingers in their pussy all the time they ate and it was obvious that they were climaxing as they ate and drank of the tortured youths on the bed. They cleaned the titties clean in no time at all and then they turned the bodies over where they drank copiously of the ass blood. The asses were cleaned of all bleeding in a few seconds.
Now they turned the bodies back again on their backs and raised each victim's thighs high in the air as they went after the bleeding genitals. It was at the genitals that they seemed to have their greatest satisfaction, cunt and cock were absolutely clean of any semblance of blood in no time at all. The Vampires' saliva contained a healing and cauterizing mixture that was better than any hospital could provide.
As their genitals were being licked and lapped the four red-headed youths came to life slowly but surely and soon they were again loving each other as if nothing had occurred. The only evidence that they had been whipped was the blood-stained coverlet upon which they were copulating. The Vampires left the room and everyone breathed a great sigh of relief, especially Greta who had been on the verge of either fainting or running away.
Gogi had sat entranced at the whole scene, never taking her eyes off any part of the act and even now she didn't believe what she had seen was true. Her own cunt was sopping wet from the climaxes she had had while the two Vampires were working on the victims, she had wished that she could have joined them at their bloody sport.
The maid brought in a fresh coverlet, this one was a light green color and Greta and Gogi wondered what next would be on the bill. The act they had just seen was supposed to be the highest paid act in show business, it could only be performed three times a year as it took that long to heal the deep wounds that each of the victims received.
Many times men will say in jest, "I'd eat her shit anytime, she's so gorgeous" ... but the next act was no jest. A male Jordanian Arab had been imported from Jordan because his act was so far out and so completely depraved and degenerate. The man claimed to like his work and as he was highly paid he should be considered a lucky man indeed.
A solid glass toilet stool was placed in the center of the bed. The base of the stool was open at the front and the opening was wide enough to permit entree of the Arab's head. Several cakes of incense were lighted in the room and the pungent fumes permeated the air so heavily that no other odor could possibly be smelled, no matter what it was.
The Arab entered dressed in his native costume of flowing multi-colored robe and wound head dress. He looked as though he had just left his camel outside the door and the incense smell added to the Arabic atmosphere. He bowed to the assemblage and then crawled onto the bed and inserted his head into the glass bowl. He seemed and was perfectly relaxed and ready for his 'act'.
The door opened and a pretty Ponygirl entered, her ponytail bobbing up and down and her bouncy ass jiggling as she walked. She mounted the bed and as unconcernedly as possible undid her tiny pants and dropped them to the bed. Nonchalantly as possible she assumed her natural position on the glass toilet and as she sat the Arab's mouth opened wide just below her asshole.
There are 'pie eating contests', 'steak eating contests', 'watermelon eating contests' and no doubt, many other types of eating contest. The huge Arab with his head in the glass toilet bowl would probably never find a contest for his particular specialty, but if he did find one he'd probably win it easily, he loved his work so much he called it a 'sport'.
The pretty Ponygirl blew a wet fart, the Arab inhaled the aroma as though it were the finest perfume made. Then she pissed a stream of golden pee into his wide open mouth and finally with a slight tightening of her groin she dropped a long steaming brown turd. The turd slipped into his mouth swiftly and easily and he took just one swallow to eat it. The girl dropped a second small turd which disappeared as quickly as the first had done.
Her evacuation and bladder relief at an end, but with her pussy dripping piss and her asshole stained with shit, the girl sat still to see what was going to happen next. The Arab pushed his head up a couple of inches and his tongue swathed her cunt and her asshole with two large licks. He did a better job than any bidet or toilet paper could ever do and the girl seemed to have enjoyed it to the utmost.
As soon as the girl left another girl walked in and sat down with the greatest aplomb and she giggled as she shit. The Arab almost inhaled the excrement from this beauty and he drank her piss as though it were nectar from the gods. The scene was indeed comical and brought some relief to Greta who was still trembling inwardly from the sadistic act that preceded this fellow from the land of the Bible.
The second girl was followed by a third, then a fourth and a fifth and finally the Arab had taken the shit and the piss from fifteen pretty Ponygirls. His huge stomach must have been at last full or maybe he had exhausted all the girls who needed to shit because he at once crawled out and bowed low to the spectators before taking his leave.
The aid now changed the cover again, this time she put a gleaming, sparkling, white satin coverlet on the bed. Silly advised the girls that they were next on the show. Their act was last, the topper of the show, as well it should have been. The girls had remained in the dark all through the acts so far, so that the two members had not seen what they looked like.
Greta and Gogi stripped slowly, not purposely though, they were both a bit intoxicated from the booze they had consumed during the show. When they were naked they strode to the bed of white satin. The spotlight was brighter than it had looked from the sidelines, they noticed and the bright white light brought out their intense beauty in a most alluring and seductive manner.
The new members gasped at the sheer glamour of the two girls. Never had any man in the room seen any two girls that approached their fantastic bodies. Tall, regal, elegant and seemingly detached from anything save their own selves the girls posed momentarily for the benefit of their audience. The pair then sat down in the center of the bed and began to exercise their typical lesbianistic rituals of love.
This was a tableau of woman glorified by nature, a scene of such instant female perfection that there wasn't a soft cock in the room. The girls sensed the effect they were having which was customary for both of them wherever they went in public and they took full advantage of their superiority. The vivid contrast of Greta's blondness and Gogi's dark hair was amplified as they cuddled together on the bed.
From their sitting position the girls eased into the prone position and there they began to fondle one another with gentle strokes as their legs stirred against each other with suggestive intertwining. Both members were thinking the same thing ... here were two girls that they would have been happy to play 'toilet seat' with, surely their shit couldn't stink.
The girls kissed and embraced slowly and sexily and their hands traveled up and down their backs and buttocks like shimmering, red tipped flower stems. Tantalizingly and slowly they proceed into the classic sixty-nine position and there they lapped and licked and sucked and kissed as the bed rotated slowly under the bright spotlight.
Before the act had even well begun the two important members had decided that these were the girls that they were going to fuck that night. Old Silly had them 'past posted' though, he had conceived an airtight alibi to excuse the girls from partying with these two members. He was simply going to tell the men that both girls were menstruating and that their cunts had been stuffed with sponges for the show.
It was going to be hard to fake their climaxes but on the other hand the fact that neither girl would display a show of gism would substantiate Silly's story to the members who would be hard to handle if they were refused these choice tidbits. The girls took all the time they could as they pretended to be aroused from their oral loving but eventually the restless members asked Silly to. hold it up, they wanted to fuck right now.
"I'm terribly sorry gentlemen but these two girls are both in the last days of their menstrual periods. If you can wait until tomorrow I assure you it would be their pleasure to fuck you both to death," Silly explained and as he used the word death in his excuse Gogi laughed inwardly.
Silly and the members left the number one stall reluctantly and the girls went back to the dressing room where Greta intelligently turned the radio up so that they could talk undisturbed.
"Thank God that part is over at last," Greta sighed.
"Well, frankly I was enthralled with the four red heads. I'm amazed at their act-especially those two human Vampires," Gogi replied.
"Now we have to plan carefully Gogi, we must get Silly into a spot where he'll want to fuck me and we must do it so there will be witnesses to the act. We don't want to get in trouble with the law, what with us being foreigners and all, this job has got to come off as smooth as silk," Greta said with a cool and calculated tone of voice.
"I agree with everything you've said, Greta and I think everything's going our way right now. I think old Silly has got a helluva hard on for you right now, at least he wants you to sleep with him today, by the way I wonder what time it is now?" Gogi said as she sipped a new whisky and water.
CHAPTER SIX
Sestor strolled into the main rooms of the Ponyboy Stables with the two important club members alongside of him. They had been hard to deal with, but neither man wanted any part of a girl who was with her 'period'. Sestor had assured both of them that tomorrow night everything would be fine and in the meantime he would provide them with the two next most beautiful girls in the house.
It was Sestor himself who was in a turmoil since the amazing Jan (as he called Greta) was beyond a doubt the most enticing, alluring, seductive girl he had ever seen in his life. His restlessness was caused at the thought of how he should handle this luscious tidbit, should he take her all alone? If he did that he would destroy the image that he had taken years to create and if he took her with a group, would he enjoy her as much?
Sestor's habit was to surround himself in the water bed with no less than ten naked Ponygirls. He enjoyed their own sexplay which he freely permitted, he enjoyed listening to their soft cooing moans of pleasure when they climaxed, in fact there were times when their oooohs and aaaahs made his bedroom sound more like a dovecote than a sleeping area.
When he finally got sleepy he would position his head so that he was netted between two sets of breasts and so that titties were pressed into his legs as well. On certain rare occasions he would permit a particularly attractive Ponygirl to go down on him or on even rarer occasions he might even fuck one of the chosen beauties.
This new Jan had him in a quandary-he knew that he only wanted to fuck her and no one else, the thought of sticking his prick between her lovely thighs was his only desire, it was just a case of whether to do it in private or whether to do it in his usual group setting. As he strolled about greeting members his mind worked overtime at the problem.
It was five A.M. before Sestor decided that he would have a group as usual, but he would be highly selective of the participants. He walked into every room of the huge house to tape the choicest girls for the night in the water-bed. Having picked ten girls including the black haired English girl named Sally who had come with Jan he retired to his private sleeping quarters which he jokingly referred to as the Sexatorium.
The maid knocked on the dressing room door to inform Greta and Gogi of their good fortune in being selected by Sestor to sleep with him. The maid explained that there was no extra money in sleeping with him, but that they would be assured of getting good paying dates from then on if they were able to satisfy him.
"I'll satisfy him all right if he gives me the chance," Greta said with an evil grin' of determination on her beautiful face.
"Thank God I got invited too, I'd hate to miss this after all we've been through," Gogi added as she too was anxiously and evilly awaiting the opportunity to see this asshole get what was coming to him.
"We're very fortunate that he wants a group party. We would have been in a spot if he took me all alone," Greta said.
"And how, this way there will be no questioning that we can't substantiate easily. The quicker we get out of Chicago the better it'll be for us all the way around," Gogi agreed as she nervously awaited their call to join Sestor.
Finally the maid knocked again and asked the two girls to follow her up the stairs to the Sexatorium. The only people other than maids who ever saw Sestor's Sexatorium were the girls he slept with. No club member had ever entered the hallowed premises, it was his one supreme piece of privacy in a house that was filled with whores and depraved guests.
A short hallway from the door to the room itself was softly lighted with some indirect shafts of blue light. At once the feeling was eerie, but when the girls heard the oriental music playing they knew that they were in a true den of inequity, the girls of the group were really only slaves to the whims of this sordid old man and his alterations. He abased them the same way his members did to all the Ponygirls all over his Empire.
Well, this was one night that he would get a little more than he bargained for, tonight he would meet the queen of sex and after meeting her he would stop his reign as the king of the deluded and unfortunate girls who were at his beck and call. There was no doubt that he would be replaced in a short time, but he, at least, was to be eliminated once and for all tonight.
The hallway opened in a room of more blue lights, but these lights were diffused in other colors, so that while the lighting was predominantly a bluish color it was also shot through with every color of the rainbow. The lights played here and there, moving in a constant subtle arc that gave the atmosphere a pure psychedelic aura, an aura that breathed sex.
A long closet adjoined the hallway and the girls removed their clothes and hung them there along with the other Ponygirl costumes that were already hanging on coat hangers. The smell of marijuana was heavy in the room even though the activities had hardly begun. No cigarettes were visible so Greta and Gogi assumed that there were incense burners placed about the room that were burning hashish, even though the lights seemed to miss the pots.
The music was all the noise that could be heard, there was no conversation between the girls themselves or with the nude Sestor who reclined in the very center of his fabled water bed. The music was at once soft and jarring, the muted brass tones were constantly being interrupted with the jangle of cymbals and the Chinese type music became monotonous and boring after a very few minutes.
The water bed was huge, perhaps about twenty foot across and well it must be for it was the only place other than the floor where one could sit. The girls surrounded the reclining form of Sestor and they all looked sleepy and most relaxed. The combination of the drugged atmosphere and the- music was enough to put anyone in semi-coma.
Gogi and Greta moved to the bed and at closer range they could tell that some of the girls were indeed very attractive in their nakedness. The soft lights did more for the girls than any cosmetician could ever do. As one looked over the scene one" felt that one was in a sea of titties and asses and the strange effect of the water bed combined with the marijuana to heighten the feeling of floating in air.
Brown haired girls, varied shades of blonds and one black haired girl other than Gogi made up the assemblage, but even in the dim light all the girls stared at the glorious figure of Greta as she eased onto the bed and spread her six feet of exotic excitement out in a relaxed position. For some instinctive reason or other nobody approached the magnificent Greta, but no sooner had Gogi joined the group than she felt a pair of wet tongues on her skin. Evidently any girl other than Greta was fair game.
Gogi enjoyed the tongue bath she was getting from the two unknown and almost unseen girls and she herself responded to their advances by kissing them right back. Fingers clasped her titties in the soft but sexy way that women have in making love to each other and she felt titties pressing her body at several points. Gogi would enjoy this promiscuous sex as long as she could, but her mind was on Greta and Sestor.
If the music was turned off suddenly one would be able to hear the steady slurping of mouths as they lapped and licked away at bodies so closely packed together on the water bed. The party got in full swing lather fast, for all girls love to suck and be sucked and all girls can perform this way for very long periods of time and when Sestor at last would go to sleep it was his command that they stop their loving and sleep too. This regulation was one the girls hated so they wasted no time doing what comes naturally as soon as possible.
Sestor crooked a finger at Greta and she realized that it was her opening chance when she crawled up to lay in his skinny arms. The man had flesh that wasn't as yet leathery, but it was awfully loose on his bones and his body seemed to be unhealthy and repulsive. As he began to clumsily paw at her body a shudder ran through her nervous system and she was glad this affair was proceeding fairly speedily.
"Jan, I've chosen you as the first girl to enjoy my cock in a long time, I save my semen for very special occasions like this. You seem to have a very elusive something that draws me to you in spite of myself. I hope that our little party will be as good as I'm thinking it will be," Sestor whispered.
"Well Syl, I have to be very frank with you, I haven't had too many pricks in my vagina, but of the ones I have had there hasn't been a single complaint. I certainly hope that you are as well satisfied as the others have been." Her reply was uttered in a coy and clinging voice of sexy undertones that sent waves of desire racing through his body.
At the first touch of the velvety smooth skin on his nude body Sestor had begun to raise a hard on and now that he could feel her hot breath on his face he began to feel his little used testicles swell from the rush of gism that was quickly filling the unsightly balls that drooped between his thin thighs. He wrapped his arms about the enticing body he had ordered to his bed and he smiled the smile of the man who has everything and knows how to enjoy everything to the utmost of pleasure.
Gogi kept an eye on Greta even though it was distracting to have tongues trailing hot saliva all over her quivering flesh. She wanted to eat a little pussy herself but didn't dare to risk missing the assignation that was going to take place shortly a little farther up the bed where she saw Greta was entangled with Sestor and she noted his erection which was a signal that something great was about to take place.
Sestor traced his clammy hands up and down the shimmering white flesh of the gorgeous Greta's back and then he ran his hands down to squeeze her vibrant buttocks. Never had he felt flesh so alive, so responsive to his touch. This he thought, was going to be the fuck to end them all and he was so right.
"Suck my prick, sweetheart." Sestor begged through his panting lips.
"Won't it be better to save that for a little later, don't you want to feel my cunt hold your cock first dearest? I can't wait to feel that hot tool inside of me," countered Greta as she hated the thought of having to go down on this despicable son of a bitch.
"Maybe you're right, Jan, we can save that pleasure for later, then I'll let you suck me as long as you want," the haughty asshole replied.
Her huge, hard titties pressed into his shallow chest with the force of all her strength, her large globes seemed to swallow his frail frame as if she were a spider engulfing a fly caught in her web. She rolled over on her back and pushed his trembling body atop her and in between her thighs. Now his breath was coming in jerks that he was unable to control, as his insatiable desire to dominate the female species was coming to a peak with this fantastic creature below him.
As Gogi watched she licked her lips in anticipation and wonder. She thought at the moment of how transitory life really is. Here was a tycoon of the underworld being swallowed by the very thing that made him an international figure. He probably thought that he was the one irreplaceable man in the entire organization of cutthroats that ran prostitution from such a lofty position that they were never questioned by the press or the law.
Sestor had no such worry in his mind, he was lost in the clouds of sex and actually he was stupid enough to think that the girl under him was in love with him. He'd already decided to take her out of circulation as far as members were concerned, he'd make her a private pet of his own and enjoy her as often as he wanted to. No girl had aroused him this way ever in his life.
All his theories of religion and abstinence were forgotten as he probed his stiff prick into the fantastic bed of silken blond hair that tickled his enlarged genitals. Her underarms were exuding a musk stronger than the heavy pot smell of the room and his nostrils quivered with excitement as he inhaled the wonderful woman smell deep into his lungs.
She had permitted him to kiss her lips just as he wanted to because very condemned man was given a last supper and this was his, she thought as his thin lips and small tongue darted about her classic lace in the heat of sex. He lapped and licked and kissed and sucked and sniffed at the blond gorgeousness of Greta and as he did he felt her long fingers fondling his cock.
Sestor hadn't excited Greta in the slightest and her pussy was relatively dry, no precome juices were flowing at all. She puckered her lips together and gathered a full mouth of saliva and then filled her hand with the mucous-like wetness and pressed the hot lubricant into the slit of her cuntlips, she repeated the transfer of mouth wetness twice more before the cunt was ready for Sylvestor Sestor's smallish but still hard prick.
Gogi watched every step of the rape and her excitement rose to a tenseness she had never known in her life. She must be a bit of a sadist, she thought as she coolly but anxiously watched Greta perform her fatal fuck on this man who really had it coming. It wasn't the same as watching an execution behind prison walls but it was nonetheless a cold, premeditated murder of another human being.
Sestor was pressing his body into Greta as though his life depended on it now, as his flushed face was contorted in an urgency of demand for her to get on with the placement of his cock into her slit of love. He felt the heat in her crotch and mistakenly thought that he was exciting her sex system, if he had ever felt her full power of genital heat when she was genuinely aroused he wouldn't have been able to stand it.
Greta flexed her cunt muscles a few times letting some of her saliva trickle into her inner lips and then she pushed Sestor up in her crotch and guided his penis into her gaping vagina. His prick head dipped into the first layer of cunt lips and the thrilling touch of cock to cunt sent his head reeling with an intoxicating feeling of pent-up emotion and passion.
Having secured his prick-head tightly Greta undulated her hips slowly but steadily, each convolution of her ass cheeks sucked his cock deeper and deeper into her trench until at last the sword was buried all the way to his swollen testicles. It was obvious to Sestor that he needn't move his own ass in the slightest, her cunt was like his own hand as she manipulated the length of peter up and down her sheath.
Gogi stopped her play with the Ponygirls and watched as if transfixed. All the other girls were watching as well as soon as they saw the fuck was on in earnest. Seldom did Sestor ever fuck anybody and they wanted to see every detail of this exhibition taking place right before their eyes. Fingers continued to fondle cunts and titties but all attention was on the two copulating figures in the upper half of the huge bed.
Greta squeezed her cunt just a little and that was enough to extract Sestor's first watery climax and as he popped he grabbed her body in a frenzied hug of intense futility. He wanted to come like a man, but he wasn't equipped like a man and he did the best he could do with what he had. His cock though did not soften in the least, which for him was unusual, ordinarily one climax did him in completely.
He not only kept his hard on but he felt the thing stiffen even harder than before. God, he thought, what a lay, the best he'd ever had, she was truly the one girl for him. He felt her muscles wrap his round cock in their tentacle like grip and he felt those muscles slowly ripple up and down his swollen cock as though he were being jacked off by a silken hand. A few more of the powerful milkings and he shot his second load.
His second attempt was better than the first, he could feel his prostate gland as it pushed its cream downwards to meet the stream of gism that fairly flew from his testicles and into his prick. The sensation reverberated through his body like a sky rocket and sent him into the realm of true manhood, for maybe the first time in his life he was experiencing a full and total climax.
His third come was equal to the second and in fact seemed to surpass the second one, but Greta was getting a little leery. Of all the men she had before this bastard was the trickiest. His cock wasn't big enough to begin with and its very smallness worked against her cunt's power. A sudden inspiration crossed her mind just as she began to worry.
Lifting both of her ass cheeks off the bed of water Greta shot her hand between his thighs and she grabbed his balls. Now with her hips helping to position the heaving body in her clutches and with her long strong fingers clasping his enflamed balls she split the lower half of her pussy just enough so that she could stuff his testicles into her box.
Now that Sestor was firmly secured from the tip of his prick down to and including his balls Greta really went to work in her most devastating way. She shook her ass in rhythm with her pussy and Sestor was on the ride of his life. The huge cunt had literally swallowed his sexual organs and to him it seemed that they had become a single body, burning with love.
He came the fourth and the fifth times in succession without a whimper or a show of fear, but he did have a very odd feeling running through his brain as he felt the sixth come. It seemed as if he had lost contact with his body, as if his body belonged to the beautiful instrument underneath him. In one second of flashing remorse he did think of trying to withdraw and call it a day, but he felt so trying to withdraw and call it a day, but he felt so good lie dropped the- idea quickly.
The voracious cunt kept on and on, milking the poor man to his very last drop of semen and the man kept loving it all the time. True, his hugs had long since been reduced to feeble little squeezes and his climaxes were more like wiggles than anything else, but he blindly kept submitting to her ravenous devouring of his manhood.
Sestor's face paled notably, his little exhortations of trembling effort at manhood stopped completely, in fact he lay still in her big crotch and his brain did a slow fade out into never-never land. At last his breath ceased and his eyes bulged open in a sort of wild-eyed stare of disbelief and there wasn't a soul in the room that didn't know what had happened.
Greta let out a fake shriek of tenor and some of the girls screamed in their realization of what they had witnessed. Greta relaxed her tight hold of his penis and she climbed out from under his stiffening body. The body rolled and bounced grotesquely when she released it and she jumped to her feet with an expression of dismay and alarm that seemed quite real to all the other girls.
A girl ran to the intercom box on the wall and screamed for help. In less than five seconds three burly men plunged into the room and quickly as pertained what had happened. One held a mirror to the lips of the stiff and shortly pronounced him dead. No one in the room cried for his demise, rather they all seemed to be suspended in a state of amazement as they stared at his ugly naked form resting on his famous water-bed.
Seeming to come out of nowhere the room was filled with policemen. The explanation of his death was accepted readily and completely, after all there had been an awful lot of witnesses on the scene and they all told the same story of the action preceding his death. The police conferred with each other for a very short time and then told the girls that they were not to mention the event to anybody. It seemed that his death would appeal- to the public to be just a common heart attack.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Greta said as the girls filed down the stairway to the main rooms of the house.
"God, yes, let's go straight to the airport, I want out of this town and this country as soon as possible. These people are very dangerous I think and the quicker we leave the better off we'll be," Gogi replied in haste.
The girls were lucky to hail a taxi which took them to the airport where they boarded the Lear-Jet and headed for Miami, Florida post haste.
"We must telephone Betty and tell her not to worry," Greta said as they at last relaxed on the plane.
"Oh yes, we must tell her that we were there but we don't know anything about the accident to Sestor. We'll tell her we left hurriedly because we didn't want to get involved. I'm very sure that none of those Ponygirls will talk about this affair, in fact I think that this will all be hushed up just like those policeman said it would be," Gogi agreed.
"Golly, do you think you'll ever get rid of this strange reaction you have to fucking?" Gogi asked, still amazed at what she had seen.
"I'd like to Gogi and I'm going to try, but who can tell."
"If you don't, you'll have a pretty sad life. I know how much you like to fuck, you were even getting a little worked up fucking that pipsqueak in Chicago," Gogi replied, honestly concerned with Greta now.
The plane swept low over the bright Miami landscape and came to rest close by their car. The girls deplaned and headed for Gogi's house in Biscayne Bay. Both were exhausted from their marathon trip to the Ponyboy Club headquarters in Chicago.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first thing Gogi did when they reached her temporary winter house was to telephone her brother's house in Chicago and tell the four maids who had made the trip with them to go out to the airport and wait for Greta's Lear Jet to pick them up and bring them back to Miami. That settled, she called her husband in Nassau to tell him that they had returned unexpectedly, that they had not found the U.S.A. much to their liking and had made a sudden decision to return.
The girls slept for hours and hours, when they did finally come wide awake it was near midnight. A light snack and a bottle of champagne made both of them feel better, it was the first solid food they had had in a long time. They sat out on the terrace and began to go over their recent hair raising trip to the center of the U.S.A.
"Well, we did exactly what we set out to do, Gogi. I am glad that you won't be bothered by those noisy parties anymore and I'm certain that a lot of girls will be better off without that perverted son of a bitch Sestor around anymore, I only wish my own problem was as simple as this has been," Greta said.
"Yes dear, I wish there was something you could do to yourself that would make you a normal person. It must be maddening to have the feeling that you do about sex." Gogi added as she wished she was able to help somehow.
"I've heard tell that there is voodoo practiced in this part of the world. Is there any truth to that rumor?" Greta said inquisitively.
"Well, all I know is hearsay, but there are certainly ways of finding out about the ancient art. Maybe we should make enquiry of some of the help around here, if anyone knows it will be them, or wait, how about Commodore Jordan? He seems to be up on everything," Gogi suggested.
"Wait until morning and we'll call him, you're right, he does know a lot about a lot of things," Greta replied.
Too tired to attempt any sex the girls went back to sleep and when they did wake the next day both were in a lot better spirits. The trip to Chicago already seemed like a dream to both of them, it was so fast and so furious it didn't seem real. In fact, if the papers hadn't carried a story about his death they would have forgotten it entirely.
Jordan showed up soon after they had called him and he was full of the details of Sestor's death. He thought it an interesting coincidence that he had been their main topic of conversation, but he certainly didn't relate the death to these lovely women he was talking to and drinking with, even if they had been out of town for that period.
"As a matter of fact I do know a bit about voodoo, Greta," Jordan replied to Greta's question.
"Please tell us whatever you know, it's such an intriguing subject," Gogi begged as the man seemed to drift away from conversation towards more physical activities.
"Well, first of all, voodoo originates from the jungles in Africa, but the art spread throughout the Caribbean Sea when the slaves were brought over back in the sixteenth century. The voodoo priests are active all over the Islands these days, in fact there is a lot of voodoo on the South American continent and even in Central America. Most of the voodoo has been proven to be fraudulent, although I've heard of one or two supposedly legitimate operations out of Cuba," Jordan explained to his interested audience.
"I thought Castro frowned on all religions," Gogi said.
"Yes he does and as a matter of fact he particularly frowns on voodoo, I think the famous practitioners haw fled Cuba, although I'm not at all sure of it, Jordan replied as he kept his eyes glued to the sexy looking girls who were asking such strange questions.
"We could fly to Havana and find out right from people living there. Who is the British Ambassador over there Gogi?" Greta asked of her friend.
"Lord Putt is the present one. I don't know him at all but I'm sure my husband would know him," Gogi replied as she warmed up to the idea of voodoo. She realized that maybe voodoo could exorcise Greta and free her from the awful curse that she lived under. She'd heard that voodoo cures everything.
"Let's call Lord Putt and try to arrange a meeting with him. We'll bring the Commodore with us as an expert advisor," Greta said.
"Whoa there, Greta, didn't you know that there are no diplomatic relations between my country and Cuba, I can't go with you over there," Jordan interposed with fervor at the mention of going to Cuba.
"So I do remember and it's been a pretty long time since your countries have been on good terms," Greta said as she remembered that Cuba was a communist nation. The rest of the world didn't understand America very well.
"You know that you girls have used up all my spare time today talking about voodoo. I'm sorry that I have to go home now but maybe you'll be here tomorrow. While I'm gone I'll try to get some information on the subject if you're really interested that much," Jordan said as he got up to leave.
"Are you serious about voodoo, Greta?" Gogi said after Jordan left.
"I'm serious about anything that will make me stop having these crazy dreams and that will make me a plain girl like you, Gogi. There has to be an answer for me somewhere, someplace," Greta replied with feeling.
"Then I'm going to ask my husband to make an appointment with Lord Putt over' in Havana for us. What excuse we'll use this time I don't know, but I'll make the arrangements for us as soon as possible," Gogi said as she went to the telephone to call her husband.
Gogi returned to say that they could go over anytime, Lord Putt was a wonderful man and he was Very cooperative with British citizens at all times. The girls planned to leave the next day as soon as they had finished talking to Commodore Jordan. The trip to Cuba seemed a pleasant expedition after their most horrible trip to Chicago. At least Cuba was a civilized nation. There was something about the U.S.A. that frightened those girls, it was an undercurrent of evil that seemed to run through every act of the country from the heads of state all the way down the line. Perhaps the- U.S.A. carried capitalism too far for their liking, money seemed to be everything to the Yanks, money and power that is.
Jordan arrived the next day full of information and also full of pep to make love with. The girls sensed his anticipation along the lines of sex and had prepared to greet him in a way that would assure them of getting the information they wanted from him without too much trouble. They greeted him at the front door completely naked.
"Come right in, Honey, we're both dying to make up for yesterday," Gogi said to the astonished young man.
The three sat down for a drink and the girls removed Jordan's clothes piece by piece until he was naked as they were. His big prick was as stiff as a ramrod and he looked good to the girls who hadn't seen a decent cock since they'd been with him. After three rounds of drinks the girls eased him into the bedroom where they went to work on him as though they were professional whores, only they enjoyed their work with this handsome young man.
After only a little- foreplay they formed a daisy chain and sucked each other for all they were worth. Jordan was anxious to stick his prick in Greta's cunt but of course he was not admitted. He settled for Gogi and there were worse fates to befall a man, as when he- was fucking Gogi he had Greta eating them both simultaneously. After three terrific comes Jordan at last relaxed and they got down to discussing voodoo seriously.
"It seems the most famous voodoo man "alive today is a white man. He was raised in a savage tribal atmosphere in the heart of the jungles of Africa and he was adopted by a man from England when he was about fifteen years old. The Englishman sent him to schools in England and he became a religious scholar of quite some note and fame. After receiving as many degrees as possible in College-he returned to the jungles and applied his vast spiritual knowledge to voodoo.
The result of his combined teachings was for him to quickly attain the reputation of the world's leading 'witch-doctor'. He practiced in Cuba until Castro took over and since then he has been holding court in Mexico City. I have his name and address over there if you want it, perhaps he is your best bet if you want to study voodoo," Jordan at last finished saying.
"This seems to be exactly what we're looking for."
"We can't thank you enough, commodore, you're the greatest in every department, we'd be lost without you," Greta said thankfully.
"Well, if you decided to go to Mexico City I think you'll be astounded at this man. He is the only man alive who is a qualified physician as well as a mystic of the black art of voodoo. They say hi- has worked miracles for those who needed miracles," Jordan continued as he- began to leave the house.
As soon as Jordan had gone the girls went back into another huddle to discuss the possibility of going to Mexico or Cuba. Jordan had left the name and address of the witch doctor with Gogi, his name was Dr. William Green and his address was 132 Morales Street, Mexico City, Mexico.
"I say let's forget about Cuba and go straight to Mexico," Greta suggested as she went over Jordan's words in her mind.
"I agree, we're off whenever you say. My husband is still very busy in Nassau and this is a perfect time for me to travel," Gogi stated urgently.
"God, if I thought he could do something for me I'd call Bob Jones right now and tell him to meet me there," Greta said in great eagerness.
"Who is Bob Jones, pray tell?" Gogi asked in bewilderment.
"Bob is a man I truly love and I've never mentioned him to a soul except you, Gogi. In fact, no one really knows about my impairment except you. Bob has no idea what's wrong with me, all he knows is that I won't lay him and of course he wonders why. I'd marry him in a minute if I knew that I was going to be all right," Greta replied in a most confidential tone of voice,
"Well, voodoo is mostly about the devil isn't it?" Gogi asked.
"Yes it is and that's what I think is wrong with me," Greta said.
"Then it's settled, we're off to sunny Mexico, let's get going, I can't wait to get there," Gogi said as she rang for the maids to start packing.
The Lear-Jet made fast work of the two thousand miles from Miami to Mexico City. The flight was uneventful for the girls but inside Greta was praying to all the saints that this might be her salvation. Just the thought of being to have a normal intercourse made her huge cunt twitch with desire for a cock, a cock for her very own, one she could love forever.
Mexico is a city of nine million people, located in the- crater of an extinct volcano and well over a mile high in the sky. The plane landed smoothly and a huge black limousine with a chauffeur and footman picked the girls up and drove slowly toward the downtown area, the girls talking a mile a minute in the depths of the back seat.
"You realize that we have no place to stay here in case we have to remain overnight to sec- this Doctor Green?" Greta said.
"I haven't even thought of it. First though let's go to the address we have and see the Doctor, maybe he won't even see it," Gogi suggested.
They arrived in the 'Zona-Rosa', a most exclusive section of the city and soon were parked in front of the address of the famous man. His house was huge and beautiful on the outside, it had been constructed many years ago by the French, who had occupied Mexico before the revolution. The girls got out of the car and rang the bell which was placed on the huge front gate of the wall which ran all around the lavish house and grounds.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A youngish man in liveried clothes opened the gate door and bade- the girls to enter. He guided them through a pleasant garden to the main door and then left them in a library which was comfortably furnished and had thousands of leather bound books neatly arrayed in shelves that reached to the high ceiling. Both girls were impressed to find this academic decor in the house of a witch doctor and they felt much more at ease.
After a short wait they were ushered into another large room where a handsome man, quite tall and distinguished, sat behind a large desk that was notable for its total absence of normal desk top clutter. As they entered the man stood and came around the desk to greet them with a smile on his face.
"Welcome young ladies, to what do I owe this unexpected visit from two such attractive people? Please be seated, I am Bill Green." He said with an unmistakable English accent.
"I'm Greta Linstrom and this is Lady Rice and I'm the one who is seeking help for my serious mental and physical well being," Greta said.
"We came here from Miami in the States and frankly we just took a chance at finding you here and another chance that you might be able to help Greta. Please call me Gogi, may I call you Bill?" Gogi explained.
"By all means call me Bill, Gogi, I appreciate your frankness."
"Then you will accept me as a patient?" Greta asked.
"I will gladly. First please give me the history of your condition, then I will give you a physical examination and you can be certain that if it is in my realm of healing I will do the best I can," Bill stated.
"As a child I was a very slow learner, but when I reached thirteen years of age my mental powers came on stronger than other children my own age. My genitals also developed quickly at that age, in fact my body at thirteen was much the same as it is right now. In fact you will see when you examine me that I have an abnormal vaginal development which is also one of my problems.
Two years ago I dreamed that I made love to man and fucked him to death. Being a virgin and a Catholic I talked to a priest about the- dream. He thought then that I might be 'possessed', so lie put me through the rituals of exorcism. Not fully convinced that I was free of the devil because of recurring dreams I decided to actually sleep with a man to see if that would break the spell of these horrible dreams.
I still have the dreams after fucking five men and having them all die in the act of fornication. Some of the men deserved to die, but I do happen to love a man deeply and want to many him. How can I marry until this dread situation is cleared up?" Greta said without holding back anything.
"What happens to kill these men?" the amazed Bill asked.
"When their penis enters my vagina I have an uncontrollable urge to squeeze them so tight that they cannot withdraw and at the same time my muscles seem to cling and vibrate to the penis in such a way that they can't stop coming, they simply come until they die," Greta answered truthfully.
"Please take off your clothes and lay down on this couch," Bill said as he drew a white sheet over a couch in the corner of the room.
Greta's sheer magnificence took the man by surprise. She had looked good in her clothes, but the huge titties topped with the cherry colored teats and her fantastic silken blond pubic hair that spread over her entire abdomen in a fan-like display of super-sexed allure really amazed him. Her torso from crotch to titties was flat so that the forest of cunt hair stood out as though it were planted in her body only to attract sex.
Bill went over her body with a stethoscope carefully, he peered into her throat, he tapped her knees, he looked into her luminous blue eyes and he at last got down to the important phase of his examination. He locked two stirrups to the bottom of the couch and put her feet in them which spread her lovely thighs and brought her pussy into full perspective.
Bill placed a thumb on either side of her cunt and opened the lips as wide as he could. He gasped when he saw the size of her clitoris. It resembled a man's penis more than any clit he had ever seen, it was long and thick and the opening in its tip was the size and shape of a normal man's prick.
Bill inserted a chrome plated steel instrument that looked like a penis into her pussy and watched her cunt muscles tighten around the shiny instrument so hard that he thought she was going to bend it out of shape. Instead of trying to release the instrument with force he picked up a needle tipped syringe and shot a powerful does of narcotic into her clit.
The medicine took effect immediately and her cunt walls loosened enough for him to withdraw his instrument. The examination hadn't taken very long, but for his purpose it had been more than complete. He knew that her problem was interrelated from her soul to her unusual body and that her only chance for a cure was to release the demon that she contained.
"Greta, I can treat you and I'm almost positive of success if you are willing to cooperate all the way. It won't be easy for either of us, but I see no other way to accomplish what you want and what you need to lead a normal existence. Think it over and let me know as soon as possible."
"I don't have to think for a moment, Bill, I'll go through anything you say in order to get over my sickness. When do we start?" Greta replied.
"We can start today if you wish, Greta," Bill said with a smile.
"How long will it take all together?" Greta asked anxiously.
"I can't tell that, but I assure you I'll work as fast as possible!"
"Let's get going right away," Gogi urged as she too was anxious.
"You must know that what we're going to do is something very special, something that no book of modern medicine can explain. What we'll do is not dangerous but it will be something that is frowned on by most medical societies and governments throughout the world," Bill said.
"Some unknown ancestor of yours with a fetishism based on the genital organs is practicing a severe form of Black Magic on you and a demon has been implanted in your vagina. This demon is strong enough to exert a pressure on your spinal column and thence to your brain, that's where you get those bad dreams from," Bill continued.
"Are you sure of all this?" Greta asked in wonderment.
"That is my diagnosis. I've seen this happen before many times in Africa where tribal cults abound in great abundance," Bill answered.
"I once had a missionary great grandfather who lived most of his life in Africa. Could this be tied in with him?" Greta asked.
"It most certainly could be directly connected with him. I want you to give me all the information you can about this man and if possible I'd like to have a picture of him. Tell me in detail everything you can."
Greta and Bill sat together for well over an hour, going over all the remembrances she had of her ancestor and finally she drew a picture from memory of what the man looked like. Her memory was only of a picture she had once seen, but she had been told that her father was a dead ringer for her great grandfather so she was able to reconstruct a good likeness of the man.
Bill told the girls that they could stay with him here in his house while the treatment was going on and the girls were happy to do so. They were ensconced in a very large suite of rooms overlooking a beautiful garden which was more than adequate for their needs. They had two double beds in the same room, but this was no drawback for them as they loved to sleep together anyhow.
As soon as they were alone the girls had a real heart to heart talk about the whole situation they had gotten into in this wonderful country of Mexico. Both of them loved the city and they knew it fairly well having visited it before. The even, eternally springlike climate was the best in the entire world and the graciousness of the natives was impossible to beat anywhere in the world.
"Isn't he the most divine man?" Gogi said as she relaxed in a chair.
"He is attractive, but that doesn't mean that he can help me. One thing that impressed me was how fast he came to the solution of my condition, I only hope that he is right. He does seem to be very thorough though," Greta said as she too lazed on the huge four-posted bed with its down filled mattress and its beautiful gold and blue bedcover of opulent material.
"I'd like to snuggle up to you and have a good old fashioned sixty nine party Gogi, but you know he said no sex until he's through with me.
"He says the demon is in your pussy and that makes a lot of sense to me because that is where you seem to have such tremendous power. I wonder just how he's going to get the demon out of there. You know this is all very mysterious and almost unbelievable when I think about it," Gogi said slowly.
"I could care less how he does it, I just want it to happen,"
When are we supposed to see him again?" Gogi asked.
"He said that he would send for us and in the meantime we can have our meals sent up here. He cautioned against drinking though," Greta replied.
"That's a helluva boorish requirement for us. Let's hope it's over soon. By the way did he quote you a fee for his services?" Gogi asked.
"I gave him a check for fifty thousand pounds for the whole deal."
"Very reasonable indeed if he performs," Gogi agreed easily.
"I'll give him a damn good bonus if he's successful," Greta added.
"Right, it's worth anything if he can cure you, Honey," Gogi said.
The girls spent several hours dozing and talking idly. The servants brought up food and coffee but no wine. The time dragged horribly for the two young beauties and their minds conjured up all sorts of weird thoughts as they contemplated what was going to happen. Neither girl knew anything about black magic or fetishism, let alone medicine.
"Tell me about this Bob Jones, that sounds interesting," Gogi said.
"Well, we met in Paris. He was there on business, his family controls the diamond market all over the world. Their mines are in South Africa but they sell the stones everywhere. We went out together in Paris and then we took a jaunt through the French countryside down to the Mediterranean where we stayed for a week.
"We had a lot of sex but it was all oral. I could never bring myself to explaining my curse and he thought it damn strange that I wouldn't fuck. When I told him that I wouldn't fuck even if we got married he really got disgusted with me because he wants children very badly, as do I." Greta related.
"That all sounds very romantic, Greta and I can see where he would get unhappy with you. Let's just hope that this Bill knows what he's doing."
It grew dark in Mexico and still no word came from Bill. He must have been busy getting ready for Greta they hoped. The sounds of the city wafted in on the night air and the girls thought of a thousand things they would rather have been doing other than sitting around waiting.
At long last there was a knock at the door. A man entered dressed in the native dress of the jungle, he was a black man and very huge. He asked them to follow him and of course they did very anxiously.
CHAPTER NINE
Doctor William Green, formerly of Africa, England and Cuba and now established in Mexico City had been a very busy witch doctor since his interview with his new patient Greta Linstrom, the beautiful blond who was suffering with a common form of voodoo bedevilment. There was no question that her trouble stemmed from her ancestor who had put a curse on her cunt from his hiding place in the spirit world.
Her cunt must be released from the grip this demon had on it and the demon must be destroyed at the same time. Bill knew of more than one way to cure Greta, hut he wanted a sure fire and permanent cure and that called for a rather elaborate preparation, lie had a sculptor construct an exact likeness of the ancestor in record time. In fact, the statue was now placed in the chapel awaiting the ritual for which it was to be used.
Bill had also obtained the other necessities for his ritualistic ceremony, so he was now fully equipped and ready to begin the operation that would once and for all drive the evil demon from the pussy of his patient. He only hoped that the girl would cooperate with him to the fullest extent, for any hesitancy on her part could spell failure for him.
Bill had garbed himself in the traditional costume of a jungle witch doctor: a loin cloth held his genitals, his body was painted in vivid streaks of many brilliant colors and he wore a hideous tribal mask on his head. He appeared gruesome to say the least, but this was all part of the plan to get rid of the demon that infested Greta's gorgeous cunt and brain.
The girls entered the chapel, a dimly lighted room that was hushed in deep silence. At the far end of the chapel was an altar that stood five feet off the floor of burnished copper. The altar was of gold and was inlaid with precious stones that shone their shafts of brilliance even in the darkened room.
In front of the altar was a couch of ebony wood, which had no arms nor backrest, just a slab of ebony set on four ebony legs that were carved in images of devils that had long tongues and horns protruding from their heads. There were no seats in the room, but there were two black boys of unusual size completely nude who had jungle drums in front of them.
Greta took the scene in and gasped aloud. She was, for the first time, a bit frightened of the set-up, but when she recalled the things she had witnessed in the Ponyboy Stable in Chicago she got a grip on herself easily. There was another door located behind the altar and it was from this door that Bill appeared. Neither girl recognized the svelte man who had interviewed them earlier that day, he was just a frightening sight to them.
Even when Bill spoke he was unrecognizable as he used a tone of voice entirely different that he had used in his office. As soon as he entered, the two black boys began a steady drum-beat on their large drums. The cadence of the drum-beat was at once eerie and foreign to any rhythm the girls were familiar with, it was a drumbeat from tribal days of 10,000 years ago.
"Greta Linstrom, I bid you to disrobe and lay upon the sub-alter face up," the voice commanded and Greta took the couch to be the sub-alter.
Two more large black boys entered the room swinging smelt jars of incense that were attached to silver chains. The incense smoke permeated the air almost instantly and soon the room was filled with an odor that bespoke of secret jungle smells.
The statue that had been made so expertly was molded from a type of plastic that looked and felt like human flesh and real hair had been implanted in its head, its crotch and under its arms. A set of real human teeth were in its mouth and its penis had been removed from a still warm cadaver. The penis had been stretched to its full length and braced so that it was as hard and stiff as a natural prick in heat.
As soon as Greta had lain on the couch the statue was placed beside her and it was amazing how the two resembled each other, even to the huge growth of blond pubic hair. Bill had done a masterful job at directing the- sculptor who had created the image. Bill stepped up to the couch and sprinkled some finely ground potions of secretly made anti-demon medicine over Greta's crotch as he intoned some eerie incantations over her cunt.
The two boys who had swung the incense lifted the statue up and onto Greta and Bill whispered to her to put the prick into her pussy. Greta slipped the huge cock into her vagina and as she did she felt the same exact muscular reaction she always got when anything was inserted into her steel trap-like box. Her cunt walls closed tight around the prick and then they began to jack the prick off.
With a wave from Bill the drummers stepped up their jungle beat and then Bill reached for a small dagger that gleamed and shone with jewels. He began to prick the statue, all the while uttering his secret mumbo-jumbo of words that meant nothing to the girls. He pricked on and on all over the ass of the statue and then he drew the sharp weapon down the back of the life-like form. The drums grew louder, the statue suddenly seemed to come to life as it shuddered notably and the- tension in the room increased.
Now Greta began to shiver and shake and quake to the same cadence of the drums. Her thighs shot up in the air, her ass followed her thighs, her face contorted in a horrible shriek, her body was suddenly drenched in sweat and her eyes almost popped from her head as she heaved and bucked on the ebony couch.
When Greta had reached a peak of human endurance Bill drove his dagger deep into the back of the statue's head. The statue fell limply on top of Greta's body and as it fell its prick fell out of her cunt. The boys lifted the plastic man off Greta and as they did Bill went to Gogi who had been watching the entire ritual like a cat watches a canary.
"Gogi, I want you to get one of those black boys hard. Jack him, suck him, or do anything you can, just get him hard as fast as you can if you want to see Greta cured for good!" he said excitedly.
Gogi ran to the nearest black man and knelt down so her mouth was over his soft prick. With all the expertness of a New York whore she tongued his cock to an erection in nothing flat. Greta, in the meantime still lay on the couch with her legs apart. As soon as the black boy's cock was hard Bill led him over to the couch.
The black had a prick about fifteen inches long and three inches thick and it looked awfully good to both girls although neither one was convinced yet that it was safe to put it in Greta's pussy. The shiny jet black rod was backed up with a pair of huge balls that shook in their own black pouch, a little pre-come juice dripped from the end of the huge prick.
The black jumped into the saddle without a trace of fear. He had well known what had gone on and he knew that the girl was well as she could be. He held his prick over her slot and Greta guided it into her cunt. The cock slid in nicely and wonder of wonders her cunt did not contract at all. Once it was in Bill ordered the man off, much to his dislike and disgust, but once he was off another prick was ready to go.
Bill dropped his loin cloth and his huge cock popped out and found her cunt instantly. Greta didn't have to guide it, it had eyes of its own. Bill plunged and pounded at the beautiful crotch for all he was worth and within a very few seconds he exploded a stream of gism into the silk lined cunt that Greta felt and she responded instantly.
The copulating couple fucked on and on to the delight of everyone in the chapel. Everyone there knew of the sickness that Greta had suffered before the ceremony and they were all glad that she was at last cured. The black boys knew for sure she was cured, otherwise Bill wouldn't be riding her. Five comes later Bill's cock went soft. Greta felt it going limp and she squeezed her cunt together and popped him out as easy as pie.
Greta jumped up and ran to embrace Gogi who was in tears of joy at the quick cure the witch doctor had effected so perfectly. The girls clung to each other sobbing and laughing all at the same time as the good witch doctor disappeared to change into his regular clothes. When he returned the girls had subsided and were full of congratulations for his success.
"Bill, I'm going to give you a bonus of fifty thousand pounds, I can't express my gratitude for what you have done," Greta said as she kissed the now dignified man who had cured her.
"Well, where are you two off to now? Why don't you stay here and enjoy yourselves before you leave? You know that the test fuck I gave you was purely in the interest of the cure and I'd like to have a party with you for fun," Hill said as lie stared at the glamorous girl who was still naked.
"Thank you, Bill, but I have an obligation to the one I love and we are taking off for South Africa tonight to give him the good news," Greta replied as she did have some sympathy for the wonderful Bill.
"Thanks for the bonus and have a good time on your trip," Bill said with a touch of wistfulness in his voice at losing such a piece.
Greta and Gogi retired to their upstairs suite and began to talk.
"You'd better call Bob Jones and make sure he is in South Africa before we waste a lot of time going over there. That's a long flight from here, Greta," Gogi wisely suggested to her girl friend.
"You're right as usual, I'll put a person to person call in for Bob right now from here," Greta answered as she tried to get her wits together, after all she had had quite an experience just a few minutes ago.
It turned out that Bob wasn't in South Africa at all, he was in his own winter house in the Cayman Islands and he was glad to hear from Greta. The Cayman Islands were a bit oil the beaten tracks of the Caribbean Sea, but once Bob had given Greta the latitude and longitude, Greta knew she could be there in four hours at the most.
The dawn was breaking as Greta's Lear-Jet settled down on the largest of the Caymans. Owen Roberts airport was on Grand Cayman and Bob was at the side of the air-strip awaiting Greta and Gogi, when their plane taxied to a stop. The greetings were warm indeed and Bob had them on the way to his huge winter palace in no time.
The three sat in the front seat of Bob's car as he drove the winding five miles to his palacious mansion on the shores of the sparkling blue sea. Greta hadn't told Bob a thing about her cure so he really had a surprise in store when the time was right. Just now the three were all relaxed and anxious to get a party going as soon as possible.
"I'll have to get a date for Gogi," Bob said as they neared the gate of his estate and he could sense the hesitancy on Gogi's part at being with them without a male companion of her own. Two's company, three's a crowd.
"What kind of fellows do you have on this Island Bob?" Gogi asked.
"There are several married men here and a few singles. What do you look for in a man? Maybe I can match you up with someone," Bob said.
"Can I be frank?" Gogi said straight forwardly and calmly.
"Please do, I always appreciate frankness in man or woman," Bob replied, grateful that Gogi wasn't the type to beat around the bush.
"I'd like a man who likes to fuck and who has something between his legs to fuck me with. I'm tired of short peckered men," Gogi answered.
"I have one pal who is married, he really is built. Maybe I can call him this afternoon and he'll come over if he can get away from his wife. She's a bitch though and this might take some doing on his part."
"By all means call him, he sounds yummy to me," Gogi answered.
"That's done, I'll have old Frank over shortly," Bob stated flatly.
Bob had a pool that was set between the ocean and his patio and the pool was surrounded with huge cabanas that were designed for privacy and fun. Each cabana had a bar, a full bathroom and a full double bed for the comfort of his guests. The girls headed for a cabana and stripped off their clothes to take a dip in the pool.
Bob joined them after ordering a case of champagne to be sent out to the pool and the three naked youngsters frolicked in the clear blue water for half an hour before Bob's friend Frank showed up to join them. Introductions over, Frank stripped and jumped into the pool with his new friends.
"Where on earth did you find such a pair of females?" Frank asked.
"They're two girls from jolly old England and I'm trying to marry the blond," Bob replied as the two men swam alongside of each other.
"You'll be lucky to land that blond, she's really something," Frank commented as he saw how gorgeous Greta was when she swam gracefully toward him.
"How do you like my girl friend Gogi?" Greta asked of Frank.
"She's super, Greta, she reminds me of my wife, she's so different."
"Well, you'd better take good care of her, she's starving for love."
"I'll certainly try Greta, I'm starved for a little-loving myself."
The four finally climbed out of the pool and sat at the edge of one of the cabanas where the champagne was nesting in a huge vat of ice. A servant opened a bottle and filled their glasses with the bubbly and they toasted each other with the verve and vitality of people who knew they were going to have fun sooner or later and preferably sooner. Bob suggested they split and take a nap in a cabana. The breeze was great out here, he said.
CHAPTER TEN
Oddly enough the girls did fall asleep once they got inside the cabanas. They were tired from no sleep the night before, the plane ride, the letdown after the tenseness of the cure, the swim and now the cool ocean breeze simply conked them both out cold. The two men were a little upset, but gentlemanly-like the thought it best to let the girls sleep it oil.
"Are you serious about that blond. Bob?" Frank asked.
"God. yes. she's got everything I've always wanted, beauty, brains and more money than I've got.
"I'm really 'gung ho' for her," Bob replied.
"Why haven't you proposed to her in all this time?" Frank asked.
"She will not let me fuck her, that's why. Maybe she'll come round now, I sure hope so, but I can't marry someone who won't fuck," Bob said.
"She seems to like you an awful lot. I bet you'll make her before this visit is up. Just give it the old college try Bob," Frank urged.
"Don't worry I'm on the stick all the way, Frank and I think this is the perfect set-up to make her in," Bob said longingly as he looked at the cabana where his love lay fast asleep.
The girls slept for five hours and when they did wake up the sun had gone down. Now a huge tropical moon shone over the smooth water and the girls were hungry and thirsty and anxious to start a party. Some extra smooth music was floating around the pool, from a hi-fi no doubt. Greta strolled over to Gogi's cabana and found her awake but still drowsy.
"How are you my pet?" Greta asked of her best girl friend and lover.
"Hungry, thirsty and sexy," Gogi said impishly in reply.
"I don't see the boys anywhere, they must be out sailing or something," Greta said as she scanned the horizon for signs of a sailboat.
"Did our maids bring in our clothes yet?" Gogi enquired.
"Oh yes, but they brought them into a bedroom that Bob has assigned us to. Maybe we'd better go up and get some clothes on anyway," Greta said.
The girls went into the house and found their maids had indeed set them up perfectly, their clothes were hanging in closets and the maids were ready to assist them in bathing and dressing. Thirty minutes later the two were dressed and looking for their missing men. The boy's had gone out for a sail and a bit of deep sea fishing but they had just returned and themselves had dressed for the benefit of the girls.
"We caught a thirty pound Kingfish girls and the chef is going to broil him for supper. Hope you like fresh fish," Bob said as he sat down.
"That sounds great, neither one of us has had a square meal in a long time," Greta replied as she mixed herself a stiff drink at the bar.
Small talk and drinks kept the foursome busy until several servants began to load a long table on the patio with a huge variety of canap�s and other goodies. The four went out on the patio and began to snack away for all they were worth. When they had eaten to their heart's content and the serving tables were cleared away they began to dance.
Greta was dressed in a pair of shocking pink hot pants that were cut low enough away from her belly button to let her long blond cunt hairs peep over their tops and a see-through bra-like halter that made her titties look as though they were made in heaven. Her high heels made her a very tall woman and a very graceful woman.
Gogi had donned a mini-mini dress of sheer see through plastic, even' speck of her beautiful body was visible and her jet black pussy hair was indeed an attractive vee' in her crotch. Her titties were almost the size of Greta's and they were just as firm and fully packed with their lush goodness. Her high heels raised her up almost to Greta's height and the two were certainly something to see for these sophisticated boys.
As Greta danced with Bob her mind kept exploring different ways that she would let him love her once they got in bed. As little experience as she had had in actual fucking as she had only had a very few fucks in her life, she was of course day dreaming of all the positions she would assume with Bob.
She thought of fucking dog fashion, she thought of fucking on her side, she thought of having Bob beneath her where she could be the aggressor. She thought of ways that were even impossible to fuck in, but her mind wouldn't drop the subject no matter what. As they danced slowly to the sensuous music her body pressed closer and closer to bob and she could feel his warmth enveloping her whole body.
Bob danced, thinking wonderingly of the glamorous creature in his arms. She seemed to float rather than dance, her huge hard titties touched his chest from time to time and soon he could feel his prick hardening perceptibly between his legs. His prick was no problem or pain but his balls were a different story, they were swelling and beginning to hurt as he tried to keep his mind off sex.
Frank and Gogi clutched at each other in a close embrace that told of their mutual admiration and desire for sex. They certainly weren't in love with each other, but they were both in love with sex. They danced very slowly, seeming at times to be just dry fucking rather than dancing. The music droned on unheard by these sex devotees who were all in the 'ether'.
As bottle after bottle of champagne was drunk the dancing got slower and slower and it took very little for Bob to suggest that they simply go somewhere and lay down for a while. There was absolutely no argument from any of the other dancers so without further adieu Bob and Greta bid their friends 'bye bye' and toddled off to the master bedroom.
As they entered the room Greta had the strangest feeling she had ever had in her life. Usually sex to an English noblewoman is merely a form of exercise, a thing as common as washing one's hands and certainly Greta was no different. It was just that this night would be the first time in her life she had given herself to a man with the secure feeling that nothing would happen to either of them, nothing unpleasant that is.
Her thoughts went back to the last affair she had had with this handsome boy who was with her right now, how he begged and pleaded to fuck her with tears in his eyes, how she had turned him away with the flimsiest of excuses, but how she had frenched him the very best she had frenched anyone except Gogi. Gogi was entirely different to her and didn't really count with Bob at all, Gogi was all female, Bob was all male.
Greta stepped out of her clothes and lay in the bed with her heart pounding and her cunt twitching. Her titties had hardened already and Bob wasn't even completely undressed yet. She ogled his manly form, his huge deep chest, his fully developed biceps, his long legs and most of all his huge genitals that swung in his crotch, even now he had a half hard on.
Bob lay next to her and gently pulled her face up to his, holding her blond head in his hands. Her breath was sweet in Bob's nose, her faint woman smell swarmed around her face coming up from her heavily haired armpits and her huge blue eyes softly peered at him from half closed lids. He pressed his lips over her sleek lips and he felt her kissing him back with the urgency he knew came from her whole being.
Their tongues parted their lips and touched each other fleetingly here and there, searching and probing at each other to find response and delight before they went any further into the sexual throes that both knew they would soon be in.
Bob's legs stirred against Greta's limbs and the feel of his rough skin sent tremors up her spine. Now their mouths were parted halfway and the traveling tongues darted in and out and around their inner lips and their white teeth as the pure animal in them both was coming to life and demanding that they make love in every way possible.
Greta turned her body just enough to snuggle closer into Bob's strong arms and as she did she pressed her huge globes of hard passion into his chest, her placement on his chest just happened to meet his teats and now they lay tittie to tittie with their loins beginning to pulse with the heat of mate for mate.
Bob's cock hardened like a steel rod as their titties met and he felt his titties harden along with his cock, all his manhood seemed to cry out to this woman sex creature now almost buried in his arms. Both lovers were hot in all ways and as such their sweat glands opened and poured out their love musk, a mixture of male and female fumes that only enticed them to deeper desires for each other's love and sexual pleasure.
As Bob lay there in that sublime state of passion he thought he must fuck Greta tonight. In fact, he thought, if she repulsed him again he would surely rape her. Oral love was great for kicks and he had no scruples about doing it and having it clone to him. but he loved this gorgeous queen beside him and he wanted to be inside her all the way. In fact he would like nothing better than to make her pregnant.
Greta's cunt, too. cried for cock, her clitoris twitched and throbbed as always when she was sexually aroused, but tonight she felt a deep feeling way down inside her that wasn't the plain thrill of fun-sex, it was a call from her womb to the man she loved. Her womb seemed to shake and quiver with its almost super-human plea to be massaged and creamed on by this man who held her so tightly in his arms.
Bob began to fondle her titties, his lingers tried in vain to encompass an entire tittie, but he found that his lingers, as long as they wore, just weren't long enough to clasp a whole tittie all the way around the base. God, thought Hob, what a pair of titties, the best he'd ever seen or held in his life. Greta had to be his tonight and every night, forever and ever.
The sex musk now was very strong, even their genitals were exuding their own odors and Bob could be restrained no longer. His lips left Greta's face and pressed into a tittie. The tittie was sopping wet and slippery from her hot sweat. The sweat tasted good to him, he lapped it, he licked it, he sucked it and he kissed the- gleaming mounds of love until they burned like hot coals in Greta's breast.
Greta pushed her matted cunt hair into Bobs groin and rubbed her clitoris into his wiry pubic hair. Her legs spread open instinctively as her cunt seemed to be so hot as to need some fresh air. Greta's fingers dug into Bob's back as though she was possessed in her hands as she had been possessed in her cunt only very recently.
Bob's big prick was fiery hot and would not be denied, he lifted his ass high enough to let his cock find her cunt lips and like a homing pigeon his huge purple bulb nestled in her twat. Her pre-come juices had been flowing hot and heavy and her eager pussy gasped wide to receive her love's penis. The prick entered the slit of love spreading the pink thick lips wide apart.
Her huge clitoris seemed to reach down and nuzzle this hot organ that was being so hotly sucked into her cunt. Prick and clit met in a frenzied fuck of cunt and cock, love juice slithered up and down the shaft of life making it slide in and out like a slide trombone. Her hungry muscles wrapped tightly around the peter and her famous cunt walls contracted and expanded with every dip of the prick.
They clasped each other in the death grip of a love that has been denied for a long time. Their wet, sleek bodies rubbed together as if they were making love in the water and before many strokes and sucks were taken there was a roar that started in their genitals and spread through their entire physical and mental beings. The roar became a series of loud thunderbolts and then with the force of an atom bomb the two sex systems became a single force of fantastic eroticism.
Bellies bucked and heaved, asses revolved and convoluted in a rhythm straight out of the jungle, teeth bit into lips with the ferocity of wildcats, blood vessels ceased to exist, their arteries and veins seemed to carry their hot rivers of love into each other's love organs. The spewing and spraying of gism from two frantic creatures entrapped and enthralled with their private sexuality mixed and blended in a gushing, rushing hot canal, flooding their crotches with the sticky cream of life.
The second climax was just as devastating as the first, the third was even more so, they came and ejaculated effortlessly in a steady cadence born of frustration that had built up for months in their minds and in their bodies. For two solid uninterrupted hours they fucked on and on until at long last Bob simply passed out from sheer exhaustion.
When Greta saw his eyes close and his mouth go slack she was struck with fear that the demon she had exorcised away in Mexico had come back to destroy the one thing she loved more than life itself, but when she squeezed her cunt lips together and felt his cock pop out she- knew that everything was all right. Then Greta closed her eyes to sleep close to her lover in the perfect sleep of love and fulfillment of every human wish and desire.
Frank and Gogi had had their fling at sex too and just about the same time that Greta and Bob had conked out they also feel into a deep sleep. The four lovers slept till mid morning and then it was Greta who first awakened and stared with loving eyes at the form that lay so close to her damp body.
The day would have to be a memorable one she thought as she breathed deeply of the sleep smell that wafted from her lover's quiet body, they'd have to do something that would be different and fun and they'd have to do it all together. She decided that she'd best consult with Gogi. Gogi always did seem to come up with the right answer to anything that was important.
Greta snuck out of the bed and into the guest room where Gogi and Prank had slept and she- held a finger to her lips when she saw Gogi was awake. She crooked her finger and Gogi got the message to join her in the hall. Gogi was anxious to know how it went with Bob, in fact she had been awake for two hours wondering how it had gone.
"Was everything all right, Greta honey?" she asked in a whisper.
"Everything was just perfection, Gogi, we fucked like- two minks until we passed out. I never dreamed what real fucking was before, it's so different than sucking, so much more satisfying in some ways," Greta replied.
"Thank God we went to Mexico, that man is a wonder worker," Gogi said as she admired the lovely girl whom she loved with all her heart.
"I want to celebrate today, Gogi, I want to do everything naughty just to show Bob that I'm no prude. What can you think of, honey?" Greta said.
"I feel sure that Frank goes for everything Greta. I'll figure out something for everybody. I'd sure love to eat you right now, you always make me so hot regardless of who I've just fucked or sucked," Gogi whispered.
"I know just how you feel, sweetheart, I could really give you a hot frenching right now myself. Well, make a plan for today that includes some cuntlapping, it'll do us both good," Greta whispered back in a sexy voice.
At last the two boys got up and by that time the girls had had a nude swim and had ordered breakfast for all of them. The group sat naked at poolside enjoying a hearty breakfast and a few laughs. Gogi explained that she had been put in charge of the events for the day and that she must have a supply of marijuana cigarettes to carry off her plans.
Greta asked if he could get some of the famous Ganchi weed that grew in Jamaica so profusely. Bob said he had pounds of Ganchi right there in his house and that he'd send for some right away so that they could start the festivities any time they wanted to and any place they wanted to.
"I'd like to have a room where there is no bright sunshine, Bob. Too much brightness spoils the effects of pot. Do you have a room where we can be real cozy and comfy?" Gogi asked as she thought of how much fun they'd have today if the boys only would cooperate with them all the way.
"I've got just the room for us to party in, Gogi, I've got a room that not only is light proof, but is also air proof to a large extent. Enough air comes in to breathe all right, but no sudden drafts will bother the pot effect, why don't we all go there right now?" Bob suggested to one and all.
The group walked slowly into the house and then down a long corridor to a room at the very end of the hall. Inside, the room was empty of all furniture but the floor was thickly padded and covered with a non-slip satin material. They were all nude when they went in so little time was lost getting ready. Pot sticks were soon burning in all mouths and quickly the four felt as though they were flying higher than kites.
Gogi commanded Greta and Bob to assume the normal position of copulation as soon as Bob got his pecker up, then she and Frank lay down next to them in the same position. The positions were taken and soon there was a steady sweet sound of cocks sliding in and out of cunts, the slurp, slurp sound of the well lubed pricks and the short panting breaths were all they needed to tell what was going on.
They all reached climaxes at about the same time but it wasn't until Gogi had counted three climaxes apiece that she called a halt to the fucking.
"Now Greta, you and I are going to play a little sixty nine, not too long, but just long enough so that I can eat you clean of gism and so you can eat me clean, I'll get on the bottom." Gogi sprang next to and under Greta.
The two girls loved each other in the classic pose of women in love and the boys watched rather jealously as they saw their lovers enjoying what had so recently been their province. The sixty nine ended quite soon though and then Gogi had Bob lay on his back next to Frank who was also put on his back. Both girls now mounted the boys in the same sexy sixty nine position they had just abandoned.
Bob was frenching Greta and Frank was trenching Gogi and the two girls were frenching the two boys underneath them. The girls mashed their hot cunts into the open mouthed boys as hard as they could to prove that it isn't easy to be a real top cuntlapper, it takes skill like anything does. As soon as Gogi felt Frank getting too hot she withdrew her mouth from his cock and made Greta do the same.
"Now you two hot boys are going to fuck our assholes and fuck them good. We want you both to come in our assholes and come as much as you can as fast as you can," Gogi ordered in a stern voice of command.
The girls assumed the doggy positions and the two boys mounted their rears. Soon the boys were fucking away at the two hot assholes and the girls were loving it for all they were worth. When the boys blew their loads the girls shook them out and then Gogi sucked the gism from Greta's hole while they were hack in their favorite sixty nine position.
The day was spent in a thousand variations of sixty nine and a thousand different fucking positions and when night came at last the two boys were done in completely, although the stronger girls were still ready for more.
"Now what do you think of fucking, Greta?" Gogi asked quietly.
"It's the only way to go, now that I'm able to take a prick. I want you to get a dildo and fuck me all the time, Sweetheart," Greta replied.
"I just happen to have a dildo in my bag, come up to my room and I'll show you how to use it!" Gogi urged.
The two wide awake girls hopped to their frantic fucking of each other, leaving the boys sound asleep downstairs.
