The woman behind the desk eyed us with a mixture of suspicion and interest. She was in her late thirties and a little overweight, she wore drab clothes, but there , was something sensual and desperate about her, and that's what Tony concentrated on. He leaned over the desk and asked for a room as though asking her to spread her legs for us. I stood back and let him make the pitch. While I was distracted by our dusty, threadbare appearance, Tony could act like an eccentric millionaire in all situations. The woman talked back to him at the same low tone of voice, there seemed to be some bargaining, but finally she gave him the key.
"We'll see you in half an hour then," said Tony with a wink. "By the way, could you have someone send some cigarettes and food up to us? I want to be in top shape for when you get there, baby." She nodded and took up the phone. We took the elevator up to the sixth floor of this ramshackle hotel. It was one of those places that had seen better days, before the proliferation of motels. Still, we couldn't afford anything better. I had a quarter in my pocket, a Canadian one. In our travels we'd managed to make every wrong move, and the last town had made us welcome by putting us into the cooler for vagrancy. That depressed me, but nothing could dampen Tony's spirit.
"This is just the beginning, Eric," he said, stretching out over the bed and kicking his shoes off. "That lady downstairs, Nora, was very cooperative, she'll let us stay here until we rustle up some cash. And then it's on to L.A. where the beautiful people are, rich widows, the nymphets of nabobs, they'll be ours for the picking. We might be stuck in a seedy hole now but soon we'll be romping about with the jet set!"
"I'll believe anything you say," I said, resting my weary body on the other bed. An old television set responded reluctantly to Tony's manipulations and we watched a rerun from the fifties while waiting for Nora to arrive. First came food, drinks, and cigarettes. We had a smoke first, then attacked the rest. By the time we'd put all that away there was a knock on the door. Nora presented herself shyly. She had put on a little lipstick and had combed her hair. A button was undone at the front of her dress to display the fullness of her breasts. She closed the door and sat on the side of Tony's bed, looking expectantly at him. He ignored her for a while until he had wiped his mouth and lit another cigarette.
"Now then, baby," he said, grinning wolfishly at her, "let's see what you've got and then you can tell us what you want more than anything."
"With both of you?" she asked.
"Two big ones," Tony nodded. "Now take it off."
"You take your clothes off first," she said. "I hate to be naked all by myself."
"Okay." Tony stood up and took off his jeans and I followed his example. Nora looked at his cock, then at mine, and her shyness evaporated rapidly. "How do you like it, baby," said Tony, standing very close to her and handling his cock so that it started to expand. "Are they big enough for you?"
"Lovely," the woman sighed, reaching out to touch his dick. "You weren't exaggerating before. Can I have a taste?"
"My cock is your cock," Tony said gallantly. She motioned for me to come closer and then got down on her knees between us. Her hand closed around my cock and her lips brushed along Tony's, softly, just getting her bearings. Tony winked at me and leaned against the bedpost, taking things easy while she warmed us all up to what was to come. We hadn't washed for several days and the odor of armpit spread through the room, but that only seemed to get her more excited. She nuzzled about in Tony's pubic bush while her hand kept jerking away at my cock, massaging it back to life. Her fingers knew all the right spots. Girls had tried to get me hard manually but usually they seemed intent only on ripping it out of my body. This woman explored, caressed, and teased in such a way that my cock reared up and quivered in anticipation for what was to follow.
After dousing Tony's cock with her wet mouth she switched things around and now it was my turn to get the full benefit of her soft, full lips. They pursed around my knob and pulsed about the tip for about a minute as if preparing for the descent. Then, when I least expected it, she went right down on me and took all of my eight inches into her mouth and throat! I felt my knees give way briefly under the pressure of that sucking, licking, delicious mouth of hers but then I recovered and made the best of it.
"Lovely!" she sighed, releasing our cocks and getting to her feet. "I can hardly wait to have them up me but I can't decide which to take first. Why don't you guys flip a coin while I take off my clothes."
I dug out the Canadian quarter and tossed for her. Tony won. I sat down on the bed and watched Nora take off her clothes. She did her best to hurry but her excitement got in the way so I went over to her to help. Her dress slipped down to the floor and left her standing there in bra and pants, the big pink kind, stretching tautly over her big cheeks. She let me undress her as if she were a little girl, and I started to work her up in the process. As soon as the bra was off both my hands closed over her big tits and kneaded them appreciatively, squeezing hard so that the flesh almost squished through my fingers, and rubbing my naked cock against those taut panties to give and get a foretaste of the real thing. It had been a long time since the last fuck for her. My cock slipped down between her thighs and pushed up into the crotch to find it soaking wet.
"Not much in the way of swinging going on in this town, right?" I observed. Nora nodded and her body grew tense as one of my hands ran down her belly to slip down her panties. Her pussy was a furry, plump, wet little creature that parted eagerly to admit an exploring finger into its runny valley. She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder while my hands squeezed her all over, and she might never have budged if Tony hadn't grown impatient. He ripped her panties off suddenly and grabbed her legs so I that I found myself carrying half of her while he closed her legs around his waist and started to push his cock into her dribbling cunt. Nora moaned her approval. Suspended between the two of us she surrendered utterly to that big cock slamming its way into her body.
Her weight was too much to carry for long, so I began to walk backwards to the bed. Tony followed the parade, his face tense and grim as he pumped his dick into her with his own characteristic style. Fast and hard, that was Tony. He left the subtleties to me. Once on the bed I held Nora in my arms, kneading her tits all the while, and half of her body was off the bed, her legs still around Tony's waist, watching him as he stood between them and fucked like an athlete.
"That's lovely!" she moaned, pulling him toward her with her legs each time he delivered a thrust. "How you fuck! Oh God, how you do fuck! You're so young, so strong, such a stud, fuck me, fuck me, I love it so much!" Her head rolled from side to side as if the impact of his mighty strokes were too much for her. Tony's hands were down on her pussy, groping and titillating her, and my hands squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Wet, slurping sounds echoed through the seedy room, the bed groaned under our weight, and all of us were sweating profusely in the close, un-air-conditioned atmosphere. I could hardy wait for Tony to finish. My cock throbbed against her back, sliding back and forth as if to limber up for the main event. But Tony kept on going in spite of the fact that he hadn't fucked anyone for three or four days.
There was something utterly sexy about Nora. Even though she had too much flesh for her small frame, it was all distributed evenly and a lot of it went into her tits. They were big and full but very soft, as though they were only eight parts filled. Her nipples were hard as fingertips, though, and they seemed to be adrift on those flesh puddings, getting tossed from side to side as her body heaved and quaked in response to Tony's staccato fucking. Nora started to groan loudly now and her words came out in a jumble: "Stud, harder, fucker, drive it into my cunt, my cunt, MY CUNT, OH JESUS SAVE ME, FUCK MY CUNT, FILL IT, STUFF IT, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, FUCK ME YOU DIRTY BASTARD, HARDER, HARDER, OH GOD, OH GOD, NO, NO, STOP, NO NOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOHHH THAT'S LOVELY!!"
"Intermission," said Tony, pulling out the moment she finished yelling. I was aching to get my piece of her but he shook his head. "Give her a break. I feel like making this a two-part fuck."
"Please don't stop," she moaned helplessly. Tony pushed her over onto the bed and went over to the table to light cigarettes for both of us. We sat and smoked and watched Nora writhe about in her erotic daze. "Please, I beg you, do it some more. I love it and it's been so long. Please don't leave me now!"
"Don't want to spoil her," he said.
Nora grew desperate. She raised her legs high into the air and parted her pussy in an attempt to lure us back to it, and when she saw that we were too busy smoking she started to rub her clitoris rapidly. Obviously she was an expert masturbator. Her fingers titillated her clit, tugged at her labia, and ran about on the inside of her hole, all in one fluid motion until she dug her feet into the bed and raised her cunt up high so as to get her bunched fingers deep into it. She had forgotten about us. Her groans and the sound of squelching became like dueling banjos, going higher and faster. And Tony, who hated to see anyone leave him behind, put out his cigarette, ripped her fingers out of her cunt, and inserted his dick once more. Nora didn't mind.
Her legs grabbed him about the waist and her hands stayed near her cunt in case he decided to leave again. But Tony wasn't about to leave that warm, soft hole. "Come on," I said impatiently, "don't try to show off. You know you're a sudden-death fuck, just give it to her and let a lover in."
He didn't answer. Hunched over her, his legs spread apart, toes digging into the carpet, his breath whistling through his lungs, he drove his cock into that sloppy, sopping wet pussy with such force that Nora had to scrabble back to him now and then from the other side of the bed. Her face glowed with sheer pleasure even if she couldn't catch her breath. Her breasts slopped about wildly, the nipples riding the range, and her eyes were fixed on Tony's cock to watch as it pulled out, hovered, and slammed back into her so deep that their pubic bushes were clapped together. I sat by and rubbed my dick to keep it in readiness. Happy as Nora was, she'd no doubt appreciate a little more than my friend could give her.
Tony gave out a loud grunt and hoisted his sperm into her. He kept on fucking for as long as he could, his death throes so to speak, and it was easy to hear that these seconds would be super-sloppy. Tony pulled out and Nora cried: "Come on, honey, it's your turn now." She parted her pussy lips again, only this time a cascade of sperm ran out. It was a pretty sight but I knew it would be too loose to give me much of a thrill. Better to go for the tiny orifice underneath the distended one.
I stood by the side of the bed and lifted her legs high, dipped my dick into her runny cunt a few times, and just as she was surrendering again to the emotions that produced in her, I took my knob out of her cunt and aimed it at her asshole. She didn't understand what was going on at first but when I applied pressure she began to protest. "No, no not there! That's obscene, folks around here don't do that. Please, put it back into my pussy, it'll be happier there." She tried to pull away from me when she saw that I wasn't going to change my aim, and Tony had to come over to hold her down.
"You'll like it," I assured her. "Now just relax, take it easy, open up for daddy, that's a good girl." Her asshole contracted against my advances but the oiliness of my cock and the dollops of sperm that had dropped down to her anus made them irresistible. The head of my cock slipped inside suddenly, as if swallowed, and Nora started to squeal strangely. Tony sat on the bed beside her and stopped her from rolling out of the way.
"No, noooo!" she groaned. "I don't like it!. It hurts, it hurts! Please, Eric, I don't know if I'm going to come or shit!"
"You'll find out soon enough," I said, pushing my dick deeper into that tight, slightly moist passage. The erotic friction was immense. Her smooth flesh rubbed my cock so hard that I thought it would take the skin off it. Her struggling body wasn't helping. Each time she moved her asshole would provide my cock with new sensations, taking me up to the point where I would have to blow my lot. But that was out of the question. I couldn't take the risk of making her unhappy. So, controlling myself and working my dick right up her tight ass, I managed to give her a foretaste of what was to come. Her protests stopped abruptly and she looked at me wide-eyed as the slow, easy motion of my cock evoked brand-new feelings inside her.
Tony saw what the score was and let her go. Nora lay with her legs right back and supported her torso to peer at what was going on between her ass cheeks. She looked bewildered and happy, and whenever I gave her a good thrust her eyes grew glazed for a moment and her mouth opened wide to take in more air. To make sure she'd enjoy herself I had her hairy box in one hand, squeezing it rhythmically as I pushed my cock in her asshole. And it worked.
"That's too nice," she whispered, adjusting her position to get more of me up there. "I can't take it, I can't, it's too good, oh Eric, fuck me! I'm on fire, it hurts but it's beautiful to have your cock up my ass -- PUSH, PUSH, PUSH! OH JESUS, THAT HURTS! GET UP THERE, FUCK, PUSH, OH ERIC THAT'S LOVELY!" She had discovered the pleasures of getting flicked up the ass and now there was no stopping her. Her hands held her cheeks open, her legs rested on my shoulders, and she had managed to get a few pillows under her head so she could watch me better. Her eyes were fixed on my belly as it tightened with the effort of pushing my dick into her asshole at the required speed. My hands rubbed her cunt and caressed her cheeks absently. Everything in me focused on that little hole that had such a forceful grip on my cock. It was so tight, so warm and silky, with that little bit of moisture forming a film about my entering flesh, just enough to make my cock's progress smooth but not enough to ease the erotic friction. It was flesh against flesh and I felt as though I would come out second in this contest.
"I think I'm coming!" Nora gasped. "I'm not sure but... oh Jesus, yes, yes, yes, here it comes, Tony, Eric, hold me OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" Saved by the cavalry. I slowed down while she was recovering from her outburst, just easing my dick in and out with short motions to keep us both on the active list. One more time, starting slow and building up to a vigorous crescendo. Norma was an easy mark now she understood the pleasures of an anal fucking. She wanted to come, helped me in every way and knew which direction to take. While my cock barged in and out of her ass she came and cried and dribbled and had a wonderful time in general before I released my wad and pulled out of her.
"Wow, that was like fucking a virgin," I said to Tony with a wink. He lit a cigarette for me and passed it over. Nora lay still, her big tits heaving alarmingly. She looked blotted out and when she finally sat up she looked more bewildered than anything else.
"If only you knew how long it's been," she said, shaking her head. "You boys have been wonderful to me. How can I repay your "Surprise us," said Tony.
"Stay here as long as you like," she whispered conspiratorially, "I keep the records so they'll never know. You can eat and drink all you want, I'll look after you... as long as you keep looking after me, of course."
"That seems lire a fair arrangement," I said.
"Just do me one favor before I leave," said Nora, looking greedily at our limp cocks. "I mean, you've been very good to me already, but there's something I've always wanted to do... will you both put your cocks into my mouth? Together?"
"Are you sure you won't get lockjaw trying to take in all this meat?" grinned Tony. "Well, if you're game, so am I. Come on, Eric, time to feed our friend."
She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed us by our asses as we maneuvered our cocks into her wide open mouth. Because they were limp they fitted rather easily but only halfway. Nora seized upon them hungrily and started to suck and lick as best she could, uttering strange little noises all the while. Tony and I stood there with our arms about each other's shoulders, feeling a little silly in this position but also a little thrilled at having such a lustful woman eating us. Bit by bit our dicks expanded, hardened, and demanded more of her than she could give. But she kept trying even when it had become impossible to accommodate the two of us, and eventually she fitted both our erections in her mouth and held still while her body was in the process of climaxing.
Then she took my dick out and concentrated on Tony's while her hand kept mine hard. At this point Tony took the initiative. With an impatient move of his body he slammed his cock down her throat and grabbed her head with both hands to keep it still while he fucked her face. I thought Nora would die from excitement. She gasped and gagged but she was heroic about it, doing her utmost to keep up with Tony's surging desires. She kept her lips tightly about his cock, sucking on it while it rode down her throat and probed deeper than any cock ever had. Tony's face was grim, his mouth set, and I could tell he wouldn't stop until he had been satisfied, so I stepped out of the triangle and let Nora concentrate her energies on him. Her hands squeezed his ass and actually pulled him toward her while she labored to do his cock justice. I sat by her side and jacked off carefully, not wanting to spill the beans just yet.
Tony grew tense, his cock moved in and out of her faster, and their faces grew scarlet as their bodies struggled to keep up with their emotions. With a sudden jerk of his loins Tony hoisted his load down her throat, and then slowed down as Nora started to suck him off like a vacuum pump, getting all of his sperm out of his balls. They were both spent at the end of it. Tony staggered back to crash on his bed, Nora fell back and sprawled over mine. But my erection didn't care to see her resting. In one movement I had my cock in her mouth, lying on top of her to drive it down her throat.
Much to Nora's credit she rallied and actually gave me some help while I fucked her face. My belly slapped into her nose and face, my cock slithered into her spermy mouth, and for the moment I didn't care if she could survive this battering. Her tongue twisted about my knob, her spittle felt warm, bathing it and making her mouth sound like a slurping cunt. It was a moment of madness. I felt as though I was fucking a disembodied cunt, one that just happened to be lying on the bed, lips parted, ready to go. It didn't take me long to get off on that. Sperm burst loose, forcing the slit apart and filling her mouth. Now that suction pump was applied to me, swallowing me and draining me of what energies remained. At last I rolled off her and Nora got up, choking and spluttering, to get herself a drink of water and a breath of air.
"Thank you both very much," she said while she was getting dressed. "I had a great time. See you boys tomorrow night, all right?"
"On the dot," said Tony, giving her the thumbs-up signal. Nora smiled and waved us both goodbye, then left. I went into the shower and made it a cold one. A shave followed, I brushed my teeth, combed my wet hair, and when I was done Tony took his turn. Room service supplied cold beer and sandwiches. I opened the windows looking out on the main street and watched as a few of its citizens made their way homeward through the dusk. This was a quiet place filled with decent people who went to bed early so they'd be fresh for work the following day. I had never fully understood that way of life. Why not sleep at work so as to be fresh for play?
"I think she's charging us too much," Tony said when he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped about his waist. His curly dark hair dripped over his shoulders. "Perhaps we can get a little extra out of her." He called the front desk and asked if we could get our clothes washed. Nora told him there was no such service but she would be glad to do it. "She told me to be sure and include our underpants," Tony said wryly when he hung the phone up. "That woman is a ravening pervert!"
A maid collected our clothes. She was fetching but Nora had drained us to the point where we didn't care. So she looked, and we looked away. A few hours later Nora brought our clothes back, washed and pressed. It was close to midnight and she had on a housecoat, and wore rollers in her hair. "Here you are, boys," she said cheerfully. "Is there anything else you want?" She let her housecoat fall open to reveal her buxom body, but we shook our head and claimed to be dead tired. "Oh well, if you change your mind I'll be in room 101. But be quiet if you come because the proprietor and his wife are right next door."
"You live in this place?" I asked.
"Sure, it saves me on rent and when you're single you don't need much more."
"How convenient." She left after urging us not to be shy. We got dressed and took a walk through the town at Tony's suggestion. He thought there had to be a way of rustling up some money somehow, but the more we walked the less likely it seemed. The pool hall closed at nine, the bars were like morgues, and the rest of the town was even less lively.
"We could be stuck here," I said when we headed back to the hotel. "Nora's not going to give us any cash, she wants to keep us around. And as broke as we are we can't leave."
"We could if we had to," said Tony. "But why bother? In a couple of days we'll have Nora eating out of the palms of our hands, she'll give us her life savings just to keep us happy. Don't worry, Eric, I have it all worked out." But he sounded depressed. "Anyway, let's go get some sleep. Things will look brighter during the day."
When we came back to the lobby of the hotel we found a different woman behind the desk. She was heavy and a bit older than Nora, and gazed at us grimly. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked.
"We're guests," said Tony, and we tried to get away quickly from her penetrating gaze. But she called after us to stop a minute while she checked that out. She found our names in the register but even that didn't satisfy her, and she asked for our receipt. "It's up in our room, you want to come up and see it?"
"Yes, I think I will." She locked the front door and followed us into the elevator. "I'm sorry to be putting you through this," she went on, "but this is my hotel and every now and then I have to check up on the employees to make sure they're doing their jobs. Ifs not an easy business to be in. Times are tough, money is tight." She went through the whole litany, and the more she chanted, the more worried we became. This woman was a bulldog who might well sniff out our little perk. We reached the front door and Tony fumbled with his key as long as he dared to. The woman didn't care. She was on the trail, nothing could take her off it.
"Now where is it?" said Tony, looking under his pillows, in the waste paper basket. "I know I put it down here somewhere. Jesus, one of the maids must have cleaned here already."
"That's impossible," the woman said firmly. She had closed the door and now stood in front of it with her hands on her hips, glaring at us as if we were naughty boys. "I suspected as much. Nora has a habit of letting young men in for nothing in exchange for a little fun. I suppose she did the same for you, am I right?"
"On the contrary!" I protested. "We pay our way, madam. I know we're poor but we're honest."
"I think I'll call the police," she said, turning to leave. Tony and I pounced on her at once. She was big and strong but no match for two desperadoes. Our experiences with the police had been consistently unpleasant, and the idea of spending another stretch in jail for vagrancy was enough to make us resourceful. "Let me go!" she shouted. "What do you think you're doing!"
"Get her pants down," Tony said, grabbing her in a half-Nelson. I parted her legs and undid her slacks quickly before she could retaliate. The big woman struggled but I managed to get her slacks off. The sight of black lace underwear reassured both of us. If she wore that kind of lingerie she at least hadn't lost interest in sex. I reached for her undergarment and zipped it down her big, strong legs to uncover a pussy that was big and rosy, hairy and full and, if I wasn't mistaken, gleamed slightly low down her slit.
If she was thrilled by our advances she gave no other sign of it. She threatened and cursed and glowered at me furiously as I ran one finger down the" slit of her pudgy pussy lips. "Rape, too," she warned, "that's really going to put you two away. Now let me go before its too late! I'll scream this place down if you touch me once more!" But she didn't scream and Tony started to fondle her tits, even though he maintained his tight hold on her. "You dirty bastards! Let me go, let me go! I don't want you pawing me! You can do that to Nora, she's a slut, but I'm a happily married woman!"
I took off my shirt and kneeled down between her legs to get a closer look at that splendid cunt. It was so big and fulsome, motherly somehow, that I couldn't resist at least one little lick. My tongue ran the full length of her slit, parting her labia to reveal the pink flesh below. She kept on cursing us out but her voice was less certain, quavering now and then as my tongue dug in deeper. I looked up at Tony and he winked at me, giving me the sign to go on. With pleasure. My tongue snaked down her valley and found it very wet indeed. When I got to her cunt hole a regular stream of juices flooded down my tongue, and as I sucked at her hole for more her voice cracked, broke and gave way to a high-pitched squeal of delight.
Tony let her go now and the big woman lay perfectly still whale I rubbed my face in her ample cunt. He undid her blouse and lifted her formidable tits out of her bra to squeeze and play with them. The woman didn't move. Even when my tongue eased way up her cunt hole she made no move to help or join in with the fun. But we didn't need her just then. Tony played with her tits as if he was making mudpies, and I drank her tart, tasty juices down with especial relish. I thought her cunt was the finest rd seen in months, so big and plump, so generous in giving out its nectar, covered in such a thick bush of hair and smelling so good! I fingered it and licked it and rested my face an inch back from it to gaze deep into its pink, ragged flesh.
"The police will get you for this," she whimpered. "I'm going to tell them. And I'm going to get my husband, too, he's got a shotgun and he'll shoot your asses off. But don't stop, I love it, I'm going to get the police, I love it!" Tony and I exchanged worried glances. This woman wasn't altogether sane. We could satisfy her but we couldn't be sure she'd be grateful. Still, that was a later worry. Tony sucked on her tits and I buried my face in her cunt, sticking my tongue up her gripping hole to lap at her most secret parts. Her big body began to undulate involuntarily, sharp jerks of her hips and overall twisting followed by deep sighs and moments of calm. It didn't take much to make her come but to make her come terminally was another story. Tony and I worked her over until he was sweating and my face felt sore from eating her. And still she went on coming, relaxing, threatening us, coming some more, a big, insatiable schizoid!
While eating her I took off my shoes and jeans, and suddenly, when the time was right, I got up and shoved my dick into that splendid cunt, filling it with my hot meat in a flash. She opened her eyes wide and stared at me in disbelief. "Now the police will have the evidence!" she cried in a girlish tone of voice. "You're gone, boy! Oh God, that feels good!"
My erection was a jaded one. It was hard and true but there wasn't much feeling in my cock, the kind of hard-on that'll go as long as your back holds out. With it firmly implanted in her, I started to fuck with long, regular strokes. The woman seemed to like that a lot. At last she made a gesture that indicated her approval. Her hands reached for Tony's cock and fumbled with his fly until he took off his jeans and presented his hard cock to her to do with as she pleased. She grabbed hold of it and dragged him over toward her until his dick was between her lips. Tony looked very worried but he never could resist a blow job. And the woman wasn't that crazy that she'd bite him. While I fucked her she began to suck him off with more than usual ability.
Tony blew well before I was through. She lay back and rolled his sperm about in her mouth before swallowing it, then gave herself over to me. My cock was hard, irrevocably, and I plowed it into her with harder strokes, speeding up and driving her over the brink with rude, shoving deliveries. Her nipples stuck up from her watermelon tits like bullets, her face was flushed a deep red, and her voice was so high now that I could hardly hear it. But I did gather that she still had every intention of sicking her husband and the police on us when we were done. I fucked her harder, driving my cock in at such a rate that her juices splattered over our thighs and it sounded for all the world as if I was churning butter. Her cunt grew loose, flabby, and it slopped about my cock like a loose glove, massaging me into a state that was near-critical. I pulled out and motioned for Tony to take over. He couldn't get it up but his bunched fingers shoved into her vacated cunt hole and she didn't notice the difference.
"Stop, stop!" she cried, rolling her head from side to side. "I can't take anymore! Please, have mercy, I won't tell anyone, only my husband! Let me go! Oooooooohhhh... OH, OH, OH, AAAAAAHHRHH!! Enough, oh Jesus, you're killing me!" She gibbered on. When Tony got tired of stirring her cunt up he pulled out and let me climb on board again. I was wrecked but my cock insisted on standing to attention. In and out, battering her cunt with my obstinate piece, fucking her from one level of gibberish to the next. Tony squeezed her tits painfully hard and gave her a finger to suck on just to shut her up. And I fucked, fucked, fucked, going until I thought she was skinning my cock.
When I came it was like waving the white flag. A feeble spurt and that was it. But when I struggled to my feet I noticed she was sound asleep. Her big body was relaxed, her broad face beamed, and soft snores resounded. "We'd better get out of here before she comes to," said Tony, handing me my jeans. "That woman's pilot light went out a long time ago."
"You're right as always." We took the cigarettes and used the stairs to go down. There was no one at the desk. Out of curiosity we checked the cash drawer and found about ten dollars in single notes. "That isn't going to get us far," I complained. "Where do you think they keep the rest?"
"Right next to the proprietor's shot gun, probably," said Tony. He looked around and spotted a couple of ten-dollar bills pinned up to the wall, obvious fakes but he took them anyway. "You never know when these might come in handy," he remarked grimly. The pickings were very slim. Even the cigarette machine resisted all attempts at aborting a couple of packets from its womb. We could have broken it open but neither of us wanted to cut it too fine. That big woman might wake up at any moment, be overcome by remorse, and then we'd have shotguns and sheriffs to contend with. We left the hotel and walked out of town using the back streets. From experience we knew how the cops liked to patrol main streets, looking for a stranger with whom they might divert themselves.
"Well, here we are, cars!" Tony yelled when we reached the freeway. "Come and get us!"
The answer was silence. A couple of trucks roared by us, but the rest of America seemed to be sleeping. "Think of all those rich women in L.A. going hungry while we're standing by the side of the road," I said sarcastically. "Do you think they'll wait for us, Tony?"
"I can feel them calling us," he said, "my antenna is abuzz! Come on cars, take us where those rich pussies are!" Always optimistic. But we spent the night by the side of the road before we got our first ride.
CHAPTER TWO
The morning sun hurt our eyes. We stood by the side of the road and waited for cars to come our way so that we could at least stick out our thumbs. It was dead quiet. Roosters crowed in the distance. My throat was dry from smoking too much. "Let's walk," I told Tony, "it's driving me crazy to just be standing in the one spot."
"If you insist." We set off at a slow pace, glancing back now and then to make sure no car would creep up on us and disappear before we could implore it to pick us up.
"Only five hundred miles to Los Angeles," I said dryly, "and the beautiful people. I don't know why I ever listen to you, Tony. Your ideas are the worst in the world!"
"You're depressed, that's all. Everything will work out and you'll soon be thanking me for my farsightedness. See, there's a car coming already. Ten to one it picks us up."
"You have all the money." We stood still and faced the car, thumbs extended, our faces adjusted to give out an impression of sincerity. It was an old car, rattling, blowing out blue smoke, and the back door was tied down with wire. But it stopped, let out a carbon monoxide fart, and then the door opened.
"I'm not going far but you're welcome to join me," said a bright, silvery voice. A small girl sat behind the wheel, smiling at us. She had on ragged overalls and a T-shirt that had seen better days. "Just move all that shit out of the way." We cleared the front seat and squashed in alongside her. The girl gnashed the gears and took off with a leap. "Hold on, guys, this car is a rocket!" she laughed, not in the least embarrassed by her driving errors.
I was wedged in the middle and while she changed gears and got the car back on the road I checked her out more closely. Her long blonde hair hadn't been combed in many a moon, it was matted and tangled and blowing freely in the breeze. She couldn't be older than sixteen, a sweet face with a little upturned nose and cherub lips. But she was deeply tanned and freckled, and this impression of outdoorsiness was confirmed by the stuff she had lying on the back seat. Packets of seeds, bags of cement, tools, it all pointed to farming. I asked her if that was her trade.
"Yes, I live on a commune some ten miles up the road," she replied. "It's really nice now that it's starting to pay off, and the only reason we're making any money is that half the cash crop consists of grass."
"How many people live in this commune?" asked Tony, alerted by the mention of grass.
"About twenty," she shrugged. "People come and go but my mother and her old man are the cote of the place. Why don't you come visit a while? They'd like a little fresh blood."
"We just might. What's your name?"
"Sarah. Well, actually it's Serendipity, you know, my folks were beatniks and they got off on names like that."
We introduced ourselves. Tony nudged me to indicate I should make a quick play for this charming little girl. The idea had occurred to me, and to Sarah too. In fact, she had anticipated both of us. "You guys feel like parking a while?" she asked with a wide grin. "If you're going to visit the commune I'd better get a piece of you before the other women get their hands on you. Boy, are they sex-starved!"
"Why should they be?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll find out. Well, what about it?"
"Pull over right here," said Tony. Sarah drove off the road, through some bushes and brought the car to a thunderous halt in a clearing. She turned off the ignition and got out of the car to take off her clothes. She was a smooth operator. We tumbled out of the car, eager to oblige her and eager to get it over with so we could explore her commune. Los Angeles and the beautiful people would have to wait a little longer for us.
She really was a delicious little creature. When her overalls dropped to the ground we found that she had on nothing underneath, and when her T-shirt came off she was totally naked. Small curvy teenage tits jutting up at the sky, blonde pubic hair between her slender thighs, her eyes on us, she came toward us with a lack of self-consciousness that indicated she was far from used to clothes. "Ooooh, look at you two!" she exclaimed as we took off our jeans. "So big and nearly hard already. God, it's been months since I've seen new cocks. Let me get them ready."
She grabbed a blanket out of the back of the car and hurriedly spread it over the grass, then invited us to make ourselves comfortable. Tony and I didn't protest. We lay back and watched as she positioned herself between us. Her mouth pursed over my glans first and her hand reached for Tony's to give it a series of sharp, quick jerks. I watched this product of a liberal education at work with growing satisfaction. One day in the future all women would be like her, ambushing unwary men and treating them to all the pleasures our ancestors had only dreamed of. Her tongue spiraled around my cock with an expertise rare in a girl so young. And the hand job was taking its toll on Tony. We were both hard and raring to go, waiting only for the girl to give us the signal. Her tits rested against my thighs, brushing the nipples back and forth along my hairiness for her private delectation. Further down, hidden from view, throbbed her young cunt. I could guess what it looked like but I wasn't in a mood to speculate. While she sucked and licked I motioned for her to turn and display her wares. She was more than happy to. A minute later her blonde pussy hovered over my face, small, covered in its pelt of blonde fur, and parting as my finger slid along the slit. Rosy inside, soft flesh already covered in dew. The tip of one finger worked up the moist valley until it reached her tiny clitoris, and there it settled down. I moved it rapidly against that hard little button while my eyes drank in her loveliness. Her buttocks were split apart, two hard orbs that were as tanned as the rest of her; and the sun shone down on her puckered pink asshole and lit her blonde pussy hair up into a golden bush.
"Eat it!" she moaned, licking my cock and taking an occasional nibble of Tony's. She couldn't have everything her way. I didn't answer but my finger kept titillating her clit speedily, evoking jerky, spasmodic responses from her lithe young body. My other hand caressed her cheeks and gradually descended to the tight hole of her pussy, stirring about inside and working its way in deeper and deeper, much to her delight. She kept telling me to eat her and I kept ignoring her. It was too much fun fingering her and seeing her sinking into the quicksand of passion.
Tony decided he wasn't getting his share. He took her by the hair and pulled her head over his own cock. Sarah was too far gone to resist or even notice. Her mouth clamped down over his fierce erection and she swallowed a good portion of it. But her body was still on my side, shaking and quailing, the moisture oozing out of her little pussy and onto my face. Her fragrance was exciting, fresh, a long remove from the older pussies we had sampled at the hotel. And, in spite of my resolution, my face approached her cunt inch by inch until the tip of my tongue made contact with her hole and licked up some of that heavenly brew.
The. moment my tongue made contact she pushed her ass downward and covered my face in cunt and hair. Her body pulsed sensually, fucking my face in her own way, and now her moans grew shrill and loud. All she could do for Tony was rub her face against his cock. I kept tickling her pussy with both hands, stretching it and squeezing it while my tongue buried itself deep into her fleshy vise. Eventually she came, so childish yet so womanly as her high-pitched voice rang through the clearing and her body went into a spasm of movement to relieve the erotic tension I had built up in her.
That was our signal. I pulled myself up from under her and pressed the knob of my cock hard against her cunt hole. Tony got on his knees and took hold of her shoulders to keep her steady, while his hard cock barged deep into her mouth and began to fuck her throat. Sarah was limp and oblivious. Her cunt gave easily to the pressure of my cock but once I was inside her it closed around it like a clenched fist and I had to make an emergency stop to give my balls a chance to settle down. This girl was a sex bomb! Even though she was still swimming about in her orgasm her vaginal muscles were trilling around my flesh and her body moved back to get it in to the hilt!
It took all three of us a while to get into the swing. Sarah recovered and began to fuck and suck with purposeful movements, Tony delivered his greedy cock to her in time with my in-depth thrusts. Now we were cooking! I grabbed hold of her cheeks and lifted myself higher so that the backs of my thighs rested on her ass and my cock dug into her from up high. The stem chafed against her asshole and to make sure no part of her was neglected I reached under her and fiddled with her cunt. It was a beautiful morning. The sun shone through the frees, shrubs hid the road from my view, and sitting on top of her that way, riding my cock into her tight cunt, I felt as though we had stumbled into the garden of Eden.
"Hey give me a shot at it," Tony said, pulling his dick out of her mouth and getting to his feet. "You look h le you're going to be all day."
"And why should he rush?" Sarah asked.
"Okay, take over the wheel for a while, then," I said, expecting him to take her from behind so I could have my cock sucked. But Tony had his own needs. He grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on her back, then mounted her and drove his cock deep into her. Sarah's limbs wrapped themselves about him and joined in with the powerful pounding as best she could. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" I protested. "Couldn't you at least fuck her on her side?"
"I won't be long!" Tony huffed. His muscular body was flexing from head to toe, pushing his dick into her, and each time he drew back pockets of air exploded inside her cunt. This was Tony at his best, the sudden-death technique. He wouldn't last long but while he did she'd get all the sex she could deal with. His cock plowed in and out of her like lightning and within seconds they were lost in their private little world. She flicked back as hard as she could, crying out exuberantly as his big cock touched bottom time and time again. He forced her back until her legs were waving about high in the air and Tony was hunched over her in such a way that he was just inches away from doing a somersault. I stood by and idly toyed with my throbbing cock waiting for him to finish.
As expected, he didn't take long. After a splendid finale of brutal thrusts he released his load and together they sagged back to earth. Sarah had a big grin all over her face and when he pulled out she just lay on the old blanket as though she had been flung there. I wanted to get back in her but she would be too loose and sloppy to give me much pleasure. Instead I straddled over her chest and pressed her firm tits against my cock. She was sweating enough to make it nice and smooth. And Tony, always helpful, lifted her head so that her lips could get at my glans easily. Each time I pushed forward my knob disappeared into her mouth; then I pulled back free and squeezed her tits harder against my cock, repeating the movement over and over until, with her help, my sperm blurted out over her face and chin. Sarah did her best to lick some of it up but she was too satisfied to care about anything very much.
"Wow!" she sighed when we were all smoking and lying on the blanket. "The girls at the commune are going to be very happy to see you two. The last person I introduced to them was a strict missionary-position man who got upset when a woman got wet. But you two have been around."
"You do this regularly, then?" asked Tony.
"Now and then. You see, the men in the commune want to be the cocks of the walk, they don't like any strangers in their territory. But at the same time they're so busy with the farm that they can't keep up with our needs. About six months ago I happened to pick up a hitchhiker and when I brought him home he was just about attacked! Since then I do my best for the others. The men hate it and they try everything to stop this practice. But what the hell, they sneak off to town and sow their wild oats whenever they can, so why not us?"
"Quite right," I agreed. "Listen, what are we doing hanging about in the bush here? Why don't you introduce us to your friends?"
"Okay." She extinguished her cigarette and put her T-shirt and overalls back on. We got into the car and closed our eyes as she reversed out of the bushes and back onto the road. She drove quickly but badly, and we were more than a little relieved when she turned off into a dirt road and we saw a farm house in the distance. "There it is, home sweet home.
We followed her into the big farmhouse. In the surrounding fields some men were busy with a tractor, some little kids were running around the yard chasing chickens, dogs lolled in the shade, and the tang of cow shit hung lightly in the air. Inside it was cool, and there were several women in the kitchen preparing a giant lunch. When we came in they all looked up with unmistakable delight.
"I want you to meet some of the women in the household," said Sarah, "this is Minnie, Nora, Joan, and Lynn, and these gentlemen are Tony and Eric." Pleasantries were exchanged but underneath those polite words were probes and careful glances. The one I liked best was Minnie. She was the daughter of Nora, about seventeen, tall, with black hair streaming down her back and a pair of tits that made me catch my breath. They were large and firm, pushing boldly against her work shirt. Her eyes were big and innocent; in fact, she was the only one who didn't seem concerned with our masculinity. Her mother was. She had her eyes riveted to my crotch, then Tony's, comparing sizes in her mind. And the other two women, both big and buxom, were just as fixated. I knew the one Tony preferred. His choice was Lynn, a big blonde voluptuary in jeans and shirt, not fat but strongly built. Tony liked challenges. Joan was close to forty and somewhat flabby, and neither of us wanted anything to do with her.
Nora, a chubby version of her daughter, advanced toward me with a determined look in her big black eyes. "Let's not beat around the bush," she said huskily. "The men are out of the way and that gives us an hour or so to get better acquainted. Why not come up to my room and rest a while?"
"Ah... yes, sure," I said. My eyes were still on the daughter, but Minnie didn't respond. She kept preparing cold cuts as if that was what she really cared about. Sarah saw the way I was oriented and shook her head to indicate I was wasting my time. All the more reason for me to get her! But for the time being Nora had me in tow. Tony sidled up to Lynn and Joan sulked.
We ascended the staircase and she led me into a small room that contained a big bed and a closet that was open and had clothes spilling out of it. The walls were made of rough timber with a few posters tacked to them for relief. For the rest she obviously led the simple life. There was men's clothing in evidence too. "Do you live here with your husband?" I asked, just to have an escape plan at hand.
"Yes, but he's ever so busy with his tractor," she said, her voice slightly sarcastic. "Joe loves that tractor. I think he fucks it up the tailpipe." She sat down on the bed and eyed me expectantly. I had to have a moment to adjust to this situation, so I wandered about the room and looked out through the dusty windows. The men were still working in the fields, unaware that their women were about to entertain visitors. In the next room I heard the low sound of voices, Tony's and Joan's. Resolutely I sat myself down next to Nora and draped an arm about her shoulder. She snuggled into me and presented her face to be kissed.
The moment I touched her soft, yielding flesh my cock stood to attention. There was something motherly and sensual about her, something that had been completely lacking in Sarah, and when my other hand touched her big round tits I forgot all about young Minnie. Our mouths became welded together by passion and spit, and my hand slipped into her shirt to get at those quivering puddings, mauling them and squeezing them hard to experience them in full. Nora responded with low moans that came from way down in her throat, and her kisses grew fiercer with every squeeze. By the time I found her nipples they were hard as bullets, fine nipples that felt hot and rubbery to the touch. The buttons gave way and her shirt parted to give me greater access. Bulging white tits, overripe, delicious, the kind I wanted to rest between, suck, and fondle, bite! Nora approved. She held my head to her tits and kissed the back of my neck while I sucked my fill. Both nipples came into my mouth at once when I held her tits close together. Nora lay back slowly so as not to disturb me and I came over to lie on top of her, positioning my pelvic bone so that it pressed into her cunt through her jeans. My hard cock rubbed against her thigh slowly, just biding its time.
"That's lovely," she murmured, stroking my hair. "I'm glad you like my tits. They're so sensitive and so neglected. Aaaahhh, yes, suck them, lick them. I used to love it when Minnie was a baby, couldn't wait for feeding time. My husband used to say I'd feed the kid so much that she would explode but I couldn't stop. Suck them, Eric, oh God, I think I'm coming already!"
She bucked and writhed under me, passionately, coming with animal force. I was close to it myself. The idea of that beautiful, lissome girl sucking these same tits was pouring adrenalin into my blood, and what had been lust now turned into the desire to rape! My hand took the place of my pelvic bone, and found her crutch damp and animated. She kept on pulsating under me, well on the way to her second climax. I found her button and zip and forced my hand down her jeans, down along the full, firm belly to the outcrop of hair between her legs, further down, down to where her flesh parted and it became wet and hot. She held her tits together for me, the nipples touching between my lips, and that left both my hands free to work her jeans down over her hips, thighs, to her knees, at which point she took them off with clever foot action. She drew her legs apart and let me ease one finger into her pussy. That was a cunt that had been fucked before, soft flesh that parted easily to admit one finger, then another, and another, three bunched fingers fucking her slowly while my mouth continued to pleasure her tits and, through them, every other part of her body.
"Take your clothes off, honey," she purred. "It's not right that I should be having so much fun without giving you any in return. Go on, take them off. Or wait, I'll take them off for you." She undressed me with motherly expertise and said kind words about my cock. I hardly heard her. The tart scent of her cunt was in my nose and each time I brought my hand close to my face, a fresh, potent whiff of her moisture added strength to my desire for her. Her hands ran along my upright cock, slow and teasing, nurturing it into full bloom, and she made to bend down over it, but I pushed her back and kneeled by the side of the bed to rest my face on her cunt. Big, plump, split wide open to reveal the pink pith, dark hairs growing luxuriously about it, a ripe fig that begged to be eaten. I pressed my face hard against it and my tongue shot out to lap at her plentiful juices, at which point her resistance collapsed. This was the cunt that had given birth to Minnie, all the more reason to do it justice.
I wallowed in her tender flesh, eating, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth, nibbling at her hard clitoris, and Nora couldn't get enough. Her legs were almost at right angles to her body and both her hands were at her tits, fondling them with that deft touch of the expert masturbator. I didn't know who her husband was, but whoever he was, he ought to be ashamed of neglecting so much femininity! My hands eased down under her big ass and squeezed those plump cheeks so that her cunt opened even wider, letting me drink directly from the well. My whole face was covered in her fluids and I moved my head from side to side to give her total stimulation. "Oh Jesus!" she moaned; pinching her nipples and bringing them up to her lips to lick them. "That's too nice, too beautiful, eat me Eric, eat me... oooohhh yessssss! Oh God, here I come, eat me, EAT ME, LICK IT, SUCK IT, TAKE IT ALL INTO YOUR MOUTH, OH, OH, OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" Rapid movements, her cunt slapping me in the face, her tits washing about like big jellies, mouth wide open, hands grabbing at the bedspread for support, she screamed the house down. "YES. YES, YEEESSSSSSS, OH YOU BASTARD. EAT IT, EAT IT, AH-AH-AAAA-AAHHHHHH, oh my goodness, oh dear, do it again, once more, just once more and then I'll do anything you want me to."
"Okay," I said, diving in deep again. She lay back and luxuriated in my oral action. To make sure she saw it all she propped a couple of pillows under her head and watched as I ate into her. Her face wore an expression of benign indulgence, as if it was she who was doing me the favor. In a way she was. Her cunt was a delight to eat, so runny and plump, giving of itself with every bite. I burrowed into her for as long as it took for her to come undone again. Then, harder than ever, my face dripping with her juices, I slid up on top of her and let my cock find its own way in. Her cunt accepted all of my eight inches without strain. Her pussy was splayed and wet, and I got the feeling she could have accommodated three of me without wincing. But that had its own charms. Now her soft flesh teased and titillated the full length of my cock, not giving it enough friction to get me higher but keeping me at the same level of lust where every sensation was sharp and vivid.
She enfolded me in her arms and pressed me to her big tits, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear while I poked about inside her. For the first five minutes I fucked her slowly and gently, content to let her inner flesh regale my cock with subtle pleasures. But gradually my desire began to fade. I needed stronger stuff to keep me in action. Nora understood. When I pulled out and held her cheeks wide open she told me to hold it for a second. She shoved a pillow under her ass and lifted her legs high into the air so that her asshole winked at me from between her hams. Then, guiding my cock toward it, she lay back again and clenched her teeth as the oily member butted at her sphincter.
"I like it there, too," she whispered. "It hurts at first -- oh, careful! -- but when it's right in I like nothing better. That's it, let it ride in, slowly now, gently, ouch! You're so big! Aaaah, yes, that's it, that's it, now push hard!" I did my best to comply with her, holding her cheeks out of the way and driving my cock into her with a slow and persistent motion. My knob slipped past the elastic barriers, and once that part of me was in the rest was easy. Now I was fucking a hole as tight as Minnie's would be, and my fantasies took over. Nora became like a big, soft mattress for me. Eyes closed, my hands on her tits, I started to fuck her back passage forcibly, every stroke a winner to judge by her ovations.
In the next room Tony was on a rampage. Their bed squealed louder than Lynn could, but she did her best. His grunts heralded each thrust and the walls were so thin that it seemed they were in the same room with us. When Nora started to yell too, the women went into an erotic duet, one giving a call, the other the answer, back and forth while we labored on top of them.
"That's enough!" panted Nora. "Put it back into my cunt. I can't take all this in the one day." I was close to making a home run and that made me most disinclined to extract my cock from her tight asshole. But Nora insisted, even pulled out and shoved me back into her pussy, so I went along with her for the sake of the rhythm. Her cunt was wetter than before and less exciting than her asshole, but it helped me to ease down. "That's good," she whispered. "Good and hard, now, Eric, shove it in all the way!"
"Are all the women here so used to having their own way?"
"No, that's why I'm being a bit selfish with you," she said, hugging me as if to console me to my lot. "You're such a treat. And listen to Lynn! I haven't hear her sound so happy in months!"
Just as she said that Lynn told the world that she was climaxing, and right on cue Tony gave out several of his terminal grunts. It became quiet in the next room but Nora didn't notice because she was off and running on her next pleasure binge. My cock slipped in and out of her cunt with long, pounding strokes. It was hard and numb now and I was in the middle game, deriving enjoyment just from being inside this big sensual woman. Her head tossed from side to side and her nails raked down my back, and I saw that she was a long way ahead of me. She didn't notice Lynn coming into the room, but I did. The big blonde stood by the side of the bed and looked on pensively. Suddenly she lifted one leg, rested the foot on the bed, and ran a finger down the length of her cunt to spread her juices about her clitoris.
"I love to watch," she explained, noticing my curious look. "It's a bad habit, I know, but Nora is used to it. Do you mind?"
"No, go right ahead." She was just what I needed to stir up my blood. Seeing her big cunt getting a manual pasting just inches from my face put some wallop back into my cocksmanship, and Nora cried out her appreciation. Lynn stood by impassively, working the tip of one finger around and around her clitoris, parting her cunt flesh and letting Tony's deposit drip to the floor. A while later Tony came in, too, looking somewhat exhausted. He sat on the bed and watched the women enjoy themselves in their own ways.
"This is some farm," he commented. I didn't answer. With the added stimulation I had been jolted into the right groove. Now my cock dipped in and out of Nora's distended pussy with long, slamming thrusts, and no matter how loose her flesh was my cock kept on getting more and more worked up. Squelching sounds came from both pussies. Lynn brought her finger down lower and introduced it into her cunt for a few quick thrusts, then went back to her clitoris for a couple of turns, back into her hole, faster and faster. Only when her other leg gave out did she join us on the bed, stretching out beside Nora and ramming a bunch of fingers into her cunt while her body writhed and generally simulated intercourse. As if that wasn't enough we had another visitor.
"Mummy! What are you doing?" came a plaintive cry. I looked around to find Minnie standing in the doorway, devastatingly beautiful, her eyes wide open and aghast.
"Go downstairs!" cried Nora. "Go on, get out of here!"
Minnie left but that one glimpse had taken me over the hump. My back hunched up, my cock seemed to grow and expand several inches, and I started to rut like a wild beast. Our pubic bones gnashed together with every stroke. Nora started to squirm and make strangled little sounds, tight and hot, getting ready to explode. Lynn was in just as heated a condition. One of her hands was just about up her pussy, the other was feeling my ass up. In a burst of energy I galloped home and shot my load deep into Nora as she came completely. Both of us kept moving up and down but now it was reflexive, the way a chicken keeps running after it has lost its head. And when we finally sub-sided Lynn gave herself the coup de grace and sagged along with us.
"That was wonderful," said Nora.
"I agree," I said, rolling off and letting the breeze cool me down. "Tell me something, how many women are there in this house?"
"About twelve, but that includes the kids," Nora said tiredly.
"And the kids include your daughter?"
"No... but she's one of the kids as far as you're concerned." There was a bite in her voice that warned me to keep away. Now I really had to have the teenage lovely. "Believe me, the women in this place will keep you busy enough, right, Lynn?"
"You bet."
"Of course, that means we won't get another shot at these two studs," Nora went on, looking her friend in the eye. "How long are you guys going to stay?"
"Oh, a couple of days," Tony shrugged. "But fair's fair, girls, you've had yours, now it's the turn of the others."
"You see? Perhaps we should hide them in one of the rooms, that way the men won't throw tantrums and we'll get our fill for once."
"That's not a bad idea," said Lynn.
"Oh no, you don't!" Joan was at the door, glowering at us, arms akimbo. "You pulled that trick once before and I didn't get laid at all! This time I'm claiming mine before you make off with it."
"We were just kidding, Joan," Nora said feebly.
"Some joke. Hey, you, handsome, you look like you could go another round." She pointed at Tony, who had been trying to hide behind Lynn. Joan wasn't going to take no for an answer. She took off her clothes and came at Tony like a quivering tank. In her own way she was sexy. Her tits bounced left and right, as did the rest of her, and her thighs brushed together as she walked. She had an ass the size of one of those radium-grown pumpkins and when she lay on her back and spread her legs a big cunt gaped before Tony's eyes. He gazed into its dark-red depths and swallowed nervously.
"Look, I just got through with her," he protested. "I don't know if I can get hard just like that."
"Bring it over here and I'll get it up for you." Joan reminded me of a dowager schoolteacher, all authority and bulk. But when she got hold of Tony's cock she treated it very well. Tony sat on his knees beside her head and watched as she took it gently into her hands and brought it up to her mouth. The tip of her tongue careered over his flushed knob and worked its way around to that sensitive section under the awning of flesh, licking and probing, sliding down his flaccid stem and back up again, pursing her lips about his knob, swallowing him whole, doing everything Tony liked to have done to himself. And sure enough, after a minute or so of this intensive treatment the patient raffled. It was when she took his balls into her mouth and swallowed them that his dick filled out and stood up. From there on she was even more industrious. Her tongue, lips, teeth, and spit all bore down on him, working him over, loving him up, until he was so hard that his ass was already making flicking motions. Then Joan laid him out on top of her formidable body and told him to get fucking.
Tony obeyed with unusual meekness. His cock slipped inside that worn, ragged cunt and began to push all the way up it, aided by Joan. A change came over her when it was all the way in. That authoritative, butch look dropped away and in its place appeared a passionate woman. Joan loved to be fucked. The first couple of strokes made her cry out hoarsely, and the next batch had her floating on air. So much appreciation brought the best out in Tony. He started changing angles and his hand came down to finger her clitoris while he fucked her, only to be rewarded with impulsive kisses and sudden cries. We all sat around the happy couple and watched as Joan got herself fucked into oblivion.
At one point I caught Minnie peering in, her big dark eyes curious now that her mother wasn't toiling under a male body. Since the girl was so interested I could only suspect that she wanted some for herself. I'd give it to her if it was the last thing I did! Her mother could say anything she wanted, her daughter was going to be penetrated. No doubt Tony would have a shot at her, too, but after me. We shared everything but the special ones.
My friend satisfied the big, flabby woman over and over before he could manage to abort an ejaculation from his tired cock. As soon as that was done he got off her and demanded to be shown where the shower was. We were all sweaty and greasy so the woman came with us and we all stood in a big iron tub and let the cold water splash over us. After we had helped each other to wash and dry we trooped down to the kitchen, fully dressed again and looking fresh and clean, to partake of lunch.
Now the men came in, and the rest of the women with them. The women were delighted, the men barely managed to be polite. Tony and I sized them all up and found little reason to worry. Like Sarah's parents, they were all ex-beatniks, given to intellectual rather physical aggression. We had both spent enough time in college to deal with mental violence. No matter how the men tried to belittle us, we wouldn't be cowed. Lunch became a battle of supremacy and since we had nothing to lose we could only win. By the end of it we had nine more lays lined up, ready and waiting. But for the time being the men stood in our way. They were most reluctant to go back to work after lunch. It took some sharp words from Joan to get them out of the kitchen. Besides, they saw that we were in no condition to take on the next applicant.
When the dishes had been washed and the table cleared, one of the women suggested we go take a swim in the dam. It was a hot day, perfect for that sort of thing. And when we saw that none of them were bothering with swim suits we figured it would be the perfect occasion to check out the next women for our list. I was thrilled that Minnie was coming along with the party. Nora tried to make her stay home but the girl was headstrong. Even though she gave me no sign that she was interested, I figured that she was consciously in the running. I could hardly wait!
CHAPTER THREE
Two other women had joined the party. One was called Betty, a small woman with brown curls and small tits, trim body, and a very cute ass for a woman in her thirties. The other, Sue, was black, tall, with an ass that fascinated Tony and me. She walked ahead of us along the track leading to the dam, and those two cheeks rose and fell as though she had two basketballs under her jeans. Sarah and Minnie walked together ahead of the party, whispering and giggling. I was curious to know what they were saying to each other, but they made sure neither of us could hear them. Lynn, Joan, and Nora were some way behind the young girls. They looked back at us frequently with seductive smiles, as if hoping to distract us from the newcomers.
They didn't have a chance, not with Minnie around. Tony and I couldn't wait for her to take off her clothes. We had observed her full tits quivering under her blouse for too long already. Now we wanted to see what they would look like in the light of day. The tall teenager walked with great poise, choosing her steps carefully, her buttocks barely moving under the tight material of her pants. She didn't look at us but I sensed that she was as aware of us as we were of her. Sue sensed the same thing. She dropped back and walked beside us, engaging us in small talk with obvious overtones.
"I hear you guys have really been taking care of business," she said eventually, nodding her head at the three women ahead of us. "I sure hope you didn't give it all to them."
"We tried to be as thrifty as possible," I shrugged, "but they were very greedy."
"Yeah, they always are. And to think I was busting my ass out in the cabbage patch while they were having a good time. Man, those women only think about themselves." I tried to avoid looking at Minnie while Sue was talking to us but she caught me at it anyway. "You're checking out the young stuff, huh? Well, I'd be real careful with Minnie, her mama doesn't like to know how much competition she's got in her little girl. Gets mad as hell when the guys drool over Minnie. Besides, you boys ought to know that a woman of experience can give you a better time."
"Are you such a woman?" I asked.
"You bet your ass, baby," she grinned. "If you want to know about heaven just give me a call." She was a good-looking woman. Her afro was getting grey in parts but her age gave her face all the more character, and when she issued her challenge her eyes sparked and made my scrotum twitch with lust. She gave us a wink and walked back to Betty, at the same time moving her ass so that those firm globes of flesh quivered more emphatically. Now the palms of my hands itched. I wanted to grab her cheeks and drag her off into the bushes at once! If only Sarah and Nora hadn't been so demanding.
The dam was large and surrounded by trees and sloping grassland. One spot had been cleared to let the bathers spread their towels and picnic, the rest was lush and shady. The women began to undress and Tony and I hung back in order to see it all. They knew we were watching and they played up to us a little, subtly so as not to arouse the competitive urge in their compatriots. Sue took off her slacks first, knowing that her ass was her piece de resistance. When I saw it my mouth watered. Her skin was black and glowed in the sun, and when it stretched around those smooth bundles of flesh it took on an even more sensual luster. She turned around and winked again, showing off the pelt of black curls covering her pussy. I was almost persuaded to pursue her at the expense of everyone else... but then Minnie slipped out of her shirt and all the others faded into the background.
What glorious tits she had. Lightly tanned all over, firm jutting upward, tiny pink nipples perched high on the fleshy mounds, the kind of tits you want to play with all night long, never mind her other parts. But when she took off her pants I felt my cock pointing right at her ass, also milky brown, fulsome, squeezably soft. To make our agony worse she bent over to fold her pants, a most unnecessary move, and showed us the plump purse of her pussy. Her pubic hair wasn't dense enough to conceal her labia and in the bright sunlight we saw it distinctly, a prize pussy that deserved one's full attention. She straightened up again, totally naked now, standing still for a moment in all her feminine glory, then she ran to the side of the dam and dove into the water. For a second we were able to enjoy the sight of her ass bouncing firmly and to get one more glimpse of those thick labia clenched between her thighs. Then the water swallowed her.
The other women were naked now. Betty was nice but unspectacular; though if we had seen her before Minnie stripped we might well have had a better opinion of her. She had small breasts that seemed slightly depressed. Her ass made up for that. It stuck out pert as a girl's, and when she walked into the dam it was almost as pleasurable as seeing Minnie move. 'Sue and the others leaped in and swam to the other side, and Tony and I stripped and followed.
The water was surprisingly clear, due to the fact that it hadn't rained in some time, as the women explained. Unhappily it wasn't clear enough to show us anything of Minnie's lower half, no matter how much we dived. We would have to get up very close to feast our eyes, an impossibility with Nora hovering about her daughter. Several times Sue swam toward either Tony or me and there was some underwater fondling. But it soon became clear to everyone that nothing was going to happen in the water. It was Nora who suggested we go back to the clearing and avail ourselves of the cold beer and the fruit that they had brought with them from the house.
Once on shore the visual stimuli were almost too much for me. Everywhere I looked there was fit and pussy, tanned thighs that formed vortices leading right into pussies, ample asses, full lips, and my cock couldn't help but stand up for a better look. Sue was the first to notice. "Hey, will you look at what that boy's got?" she exclaimed. "I'm going to help myself to some." I wouldn't have minded except that I was getting increasingly fixated on Minnie. She was sitting not far from me, so beautiful, so aloof, with those splendid tits gazing into the sun and her legs well apart to let me adore the full cleavage of her cunt lips. Sue noticed my reluctance and ignored it. She knew what she wanted and she pounced on it. Before I was ready for it she had her mouth clamped over my cock and was sucking it with vigor. Tony, in his turn, was receiving a great deal of unwanted attention from flabby Joan.
"You're being too greedy," he told her, pushing her face away from his dick. "Let some of the others have a go. Any volunteers?" He had plenty of them. While Sarah and Betty sidled toward me, Nora, Lynn, and the insistent Joan flocked toward him. In a flash we were covered by lustful women. Betty had her preferences. She pushed my head down on the grass and eased her pussy over my mouth. Sarah positioned her cunt so that it was within easy reach of one of my hands. Only Minnie stayed on the sidelines, watching her mother fight for Tony's cock with Joan.
My free hand got hold of Betty's ass and squeezed it in time with Sue's sucking. The black woman really knew what to do with a man's favorite part. Her tongue darted round and round my glans and her full lips pursed tightly about my stem, moving up and down at a leisurely pace as if she wanted to suck all my vital juices out in one big burst. Her fingers caressed my balls, just the tips of her nails drawing along my over-sensitive flesh in such a way as to evoke the wildest impulses from it. And Sarah, lying on her back with her legs drawn up, holding my hand hard against her cunt, managed to get her own show on the road. She worked two of my fingers into her tight hole and used the rest of my hand to work into her clitoris, bucking and sighing in utter contentment. Betty saw that it was impossible for me to coordinate everything by myself, so she rubbed her cunt against my mouth and nose and took her satisfaction that way. All they required of me was to lie back and enjoy it.
All those treats had their effect on me. The tasty juices of Betty's cunt, the sensation of Sarah's inner flesh closing around my fingers, and Sue's expert blow job made me feel like a giant cock that was hard all over. I motioned for Sue to squat on my dick, an invitation which she accepted with alacrity. Now the orgy was complete. Her black pussy slithered down along the stem of my dick and came to a stop at the base of it, rested a while to pulsate about it, and then she started to raise her ass and drop it with that same slow, potent movement of before. She took her time, relishing every stroke, every throb of my cock inside her. My fingers were all the way up Sarah's blonde pussy now and my tongue was buried in Betty's. I didn't think I could last for long under this avalanche of sex, especially with Betty's growing passion causing her to smother me.
"Wait, wait!" I panted, pushing her away and freeing my fingers from Sarah's tender trap. "Let's do this right. Get off me for a moment, Sue, and lie down on your back. You two girls lie alongside her, that's the way." It was good to be able to breathe again. I lay on top of Sue and let her guide my cock back into the moist confines of her cunt. Then, with both hands creeping into the pussies on either side of the black woman, I started to fuck with long, pounding strokes. My intruding fingers kept time with my cock, in, out, in, out, satisfying all three women to a greater or lesser degree. Sarah loved to be fingered but Betty was lukewarm about it. She put up with it because she had no choice. Sue was happiest of the three of them because she had what they wanted. Her arms kept me in a tight hug as if to prevent me from escaping, and her pussy twitched and contracted around my cock deliciously to make sure I wouldn't want to leave. Tony was fucking Nora and ignoring the other two. What the hell, he'd given them their share already. He could afford to concentrate.
But what was the beautiful Minnie doing while all this was going on? I looked over to where she was sitting and found that she had changed position just for my benefit. She was slightly higher up the incline and her legs were wide apart. Now there was nothing aloof about her appearance. Her eyes sparkled with lust and she had one finger stirring about in her pussy while she watched me tackle the team of women. She wanted me! For a moment I was tempted to leave the three women to their own devices just so I could jump her; but then I figured they would probably kill me for it, and I changed my mind.
"Harder, harder!" gasped Sue. "Come on, Eric, fuck me as hard as you can, I'm ready, Jesus am I ready, shove that monster into me like you wanted to rip me apart. Yeah, yeah! Go to it, oh yeah, FUCK, FUCK, DRIVE IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!! OH JESUS, HERE I COME, AAAAHHH!!" Her body convulsed suddenly, grew taut, shook, and then she went limp and grinned at the world. With one decisive leap I was on top of Betty. She opened her legs and lifted them high so that her brown-haired pussy yawned pinkly at me. It felt as though she sucked me in and swallowed me up, and I kept fucking at the same breathless pace. Betty responded by digging her nails into my ass and parting my cheeks to let the sun shine in unusual places. That spurred me on even more. Sarah quickly came over to get more fingering but I hardly noticed her. My cock was inside this new cunt and it was doing new things to me, gripping it like a fist, relaxing so that her flesh teased loosely about my stem, then tightening again, fucking me from the inside. My cock pounded down into her, aiming for her lungs. Nothing could stop me. One of my hands was up Sarah, the other squeezed Betty's little tits, and the rest of me was focused on what was happening to my cock and ass. Now she pushed one finger up my asshole, driving it deeper and deeper until she could crook the top joint and tickle that vital little spot at the base of my spine. I really didn't need that extra stimulation. My cock burned and my balls were in a turmoil already, everything in me straining to hold back just a little longer, one more second, borrowing time so I'd be able to bring Betty to screaming pitch. Lucky for me, I didn't have long to wait.
"Oh dear!" I heard her cry. "Ah, ah, ah, aaaaahhhh, oh my goodness, stop now Eric, stop, that's enough, it feels so strange, oh Jesus, too late, TOO LATE, THIS IS IT, OOOOOHHHHHH!!" Her climax brought on mine. Hot, feeble bursts of sperm shot through my cock to land deep in her sodden cunt, and with the fluid went the last of my energy. All I could do was to keep on fingering Sarah, who seemed on the verge of coming. And when she showed signs of ecstasy I let all of me go limp. Betty and I panted like dogs on a hot day, welded together by sweat and her cunt kept a grip on my cock as if reluctant to part with it. All was quiet in Tony's camp. Nora looked blissful, Joan disgruntled, and Lynn was beaming. Only Minnie was back to normal. She closed her legs and adjusted her facial expression to aloofness. Had I only imagined that she was giving me the come-on before? I intended to find out later.
"Hello, girls!" A lean redhead came over the rise and joined us. "Hi, I'm Willie," she said to Tony and me. "I see you've been playing mothers and fathers already. How sweet. Sorry I missed the show. And how are you, Minnie, apple of my eye? You look as if you're the wallflower here."
"They were too busy for me," said Minnie with a cautious look at her mother. "But I don't mind. I know who my friends are."
"I'm the only real friend you've got," said Willie, sitting down beside the girl and resting her arm on her shoulders. One of the women sniggered. Nora made no comment. They all decided to take a swim to cool off and Tony was the first to dive in. I waded in, keeping my eye on Willie and Minnie. There was something strange going on between the two of them and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. After a minute or so of whispering together, the two got up and walked away from the dam. I got out of the water and followed them from a distance.
Willie led Minnie to the far edge of the dam where the trees and bushes were at their densest. The redhead held the naked teenager by the hand the whole time and from behind it almost looked like they were boy and girl friend. Willie's hair was cropped close to her head and her lean body gave her a rather masculine look. They ducked under some shrubs and disappeared from view. I waited a moment, then peered through the foliage. There they were, in their private clearing, hidden from the world. Willie was caressing Minnie's tits with reverence, still whispering to her and occasionally kissing her on the cheek. I came a little closer to hear what was going on.
"Never mind, baby," soothed Willie, "they may not like you, but I do. You'll always be my favorite. And stop fretting about those guys. They only like certain kinds of women but that's no reason for you to feel ugly. To me you're very pretty, believe me. Anyway, beauty is only skin deep."
"But I want them to like me," Minnie said rue-fully. "It's so awful not to be attractive to men, Willie, sometimes I think it's useless to go on living. I mean, I love you and all that, but I do want to find out what it is to be loved by a man. You should have seen my mother, I've never seen her look so happy as when that guy was fucking her."
"Your day will come, and until then I'll be around to satisfy you," said Willie, bringing her lips to one of the girl's nipples. "Just relax baby, just relax, that's it, let Willie make you feel good."
"You're so kind to me," said Minnie with a half sob. Willie nodded and started to suck on the girl's tits. I was stunned. So that was the problem! That dyke had persuaded Minnie that she was ugly, just so she could have her all to herself. Tricky bitch! By the time I left this farm Minnie would be conceited, that I promised myself. But for the time being I could only sit by and watch as the redhead made love to the object of my desires.
She was good, I had to give her that. She stroked Minnie's back softly while her mouth went from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking, taking in a mouthful of tit and chafing her teeth against it. Minnie was a sensuous girl who deeply appreciated these little luxuries. She leaned back in the dyke's arms and let it all happen. Willie paused for a moment to take off her own clothes, revealing a hard brown body that resembled a boy's. She hardly had any tits at all, just glorified nipples, and her ass was all sinews and muscle. But there was nothing between her legs, so she was definitely female. Red hair sprouted luxuriously between those strong thighs and when she let Minnie sink to the ground and lay on top of her she had her ass facing me. From that angle I could see all of her cunt, a subtle line running through the red-haired bulge. Slowly she moved down Minnie's body until her face was between the girl's legs, and then she really got the fireworks started. Her head moved up and down, from side to side, working her tongue around inside the girl's pussy until Minnie was writhing about in ecstasy. Willie's pussy opened as her ass lifted into the air, and her toes dug into the grass to get a better grip. My cock was hot and sore but it did its best to come to life. Half hard was the best I could do. Not enough to initiate Minnie into anything but frustration. I hung back and watched with wide-open eyes as the dyke made love to the only truly desirable woman on this farm, seeing my chances get slimmer by the second.
Willie was a bitch for ruining Minnie's idea of herself but she was a hell of a lover. Her hands ran all over the girl's body, pinching her nipples, worming a finger tip up her ass, brushing along the inside of her thighs, stroking her face and easing one finger between her lips so Minnie could suck on it, and all the while her mouth and tongue worked the girl's virgin pussy over. Wet sounds reached my ears along with tiny moans and deep grunts. They were moving up together. Willie moved her cunt so that it rested against Minnie's shin bone, and it ground into her forcefully to achieve a small orgasm. She moved further down and then she reached back to pull Minnie's foot closer to her cunt, working until the girl's big toe was lodged up the red-haired cunt, all this without her mouth missing a single beat. Both hands went back up to Minnie's tits, looking so glorious in the dappled sun-light, relaxed but full, the nipples wallowing slowly as the girl's body was racked with pleasure.
"Bring it around to me," groaned Millie. "I want to eat you too."
"Sure enough," said Willie, "but if you don't lie it don't force yourself."
"I'll like it." Minnie watched the red pussy timidly and when it reached her face she took hold of the dyke's lean buttocks and pressed them down. If she liked that pussy she didn't show it. She went about eating it dutifully, but that was all. Willie didn't mind. She was eating and sucking up the juices, rimming the girl, playing with her ass cheeks, doing everything I wanted to do. If Minnie had been in a coma it wouldn't have stopped Willie. I watched them go at it for as long as I could stand it, then I crawled back out of the bushes and headed for the dam.
There had to be a way to get to Minnie. She was a sorry case, that much was obvious. The only chance I would have was to creep into her room late at night, when her mother's vigil was relaxed. I wondered if Nora knew about her daughter's predicament. If she did she probably wouldn't do anything about it. Any woman would want a daughter like that to remain repressed until she'd sown her wild oats.
When I rejoined the others Sue was doing her best to revive Tony's cock and the others were drinking beer or eating large slices of watermelon. Sex had been set aside. Even Sue gave up quickly when it became apparent that Tony's member had gone into retirement. We spent the remainder of the afternoon sunning ourselves and getting slightly stoned on the beer, which was no mean feat. At around five in the afternoon the women jumped up and hurried back to the house to prepare dinner. Tony and I dawdled a little longer.
"How do you like this place?" he asked with a triumphant smile. "You think my ideas stink but see where they get us?"
"You're right, we were lucky this time. But if we stay here too long we're going to be fucked to death! I've never met such horny women."
"The men must be doing something wrong. Anyway, who cares. We're getting fed and fucked. Who could ask for anything more?"
"True, true." It was a nice way to live, I thought, lying back on the grass and watching a couple of small clouds scud along the sky. Let the other men work, in fact let everyone work: we could get by with our winning personalities. Eventually we got to our feet and sauntered back to the farmhouse. Everyone was coming in now. Men and women were washing up and sitting down at the table. The men bestowed dark looks upon us, the women whom we hadn't laid a hand on looked interested, and those who had had their share just looked pleased.
"How long are you guys planning to stay?" asked one of the men, Sarah's father.
"That all depends," Tony replied.
"I'll tell you why I asked," Sarah's father went on. "Because if you want to stay you're going to have to do your share of the work. We can't support freeloaders on this farm."
"Ah, but we have been working," said Tony, fixing the man with an insolent gaze. "Harder than anyone has worked here in a long time, I'll bet. I don't know what you expect from us, buddy."
"I expect a good day's work, that's what," the man said, turning red in the face. "None of this lollygagging about, making big eyes at our women. If you're still here tomorrow you can help with the weeding!"
"Yeah, sure," said Tony. I looked around the table and got the first inkling of what was the problem. They were all working too hard to have any energy left for fucking. No wonder the women were so horny. I felt sorry for them all. Poor beatniks re-treating to the country, thinking that was the way to escape the rat race, and what happened? They had to work like dogs just to break even. Soon after the dinner dishes had been washed they went up to their respective rooms and left Tony and me to sit in the living room with Sarah. When Tony was in the bathroom for a minute I asked her where Minnie slept.
"Now that's a good idea," said Sarah. "Come on up, I'll show you. She needs it worse than anybody, but you have to be gentle with her. The girl has all sorts of complexes."
"I can tell you who she's getting them from, too," I said. "That Willie is a real killer."
"I know it. Here, this is her room. Remember now, be gentle with her or she'll bring the house down on your head." I nodded and carefully opened the door to see if she was still awake. There wasn't a sound, just darkness. I closed the door after me and tiptoed toward the bed. I could barely see it outlined against the curtains. While getting used to the darkness I took off my clothes and took a couple of deep breaths. That'd be great if Minnie decided to scream. Those farmers needed less provocation than that to do us in. Only the lingering memory of Minnie's luscious contours kept me brave. I was able to see a little better. She had a sheet over her and her breathing was regular. So far so good. Now what?
The best plan was to attack her at her most sensitive point. I made it to the footend of the bed and lifted the sheet high enough to crawl under it. Her long legs were some way apart and she was lying on her belly. Ahead of me her pussy beckoned, invisible in the darkness, but all I had to do was follow her legs all the way up. Her skin was smooth as silk and when I moved between her legs she made no move. The faint fragrance of cunt reached my nose, pulling me closer and closer to the source. My lips made contact with her inner thighs. Now it was only inches from me. I pulled the sheet back over me and eased up to the target. There it was, right against my nose, a soft, hairy little pussy that gave out the faint scent of mushrooms, a little sweaty due to the warm night. Ever so carefully I stuck out my tongue and let it glide along the slit of her labia, terrified all the while that she would wake up. She stirred slightly but that only resulted in her legs parting further. Just what I wanted. Now her pussy was at my disposal, as was the rest of her ass.
Full, smooth orbs of flesh rose before me, light in the darkness. My tongue slipped in between them and worked its way down through the moist, warm valley, around her asshole and back to her cunt, pushing her flesh out of the way so I could get right into it. Minnie had to be a sound sleeper. My tongue was all the way up her tight snatch and still she slept on. It excited me to have her body at my disposal, a touch of necrophilia perhaps, or just a dream come true. All of the sexual tension she had built up in me flooded out through my tongue, causing it to waggle and lick harder, more recklessly. So what if she did wake up and scream the house down. Wasn't it worth it?
My hands covered her buns and squeezed them softly, my thumbs coming down into the split and easing her flesh out of the way. Now the tip of my tongue found its mark, her puckered, soft asshole, so musky and sweet about my tongue when I managed to work it into her. She groaned in her sleep and one hand came down to caress her own ass. My eyes were accustomed to the dark now. The faint light that fell through the curtains was enough to let me see the slow, regular motion of her hand over her cheeks. Minnie the masturbator. How many nights had she spent in this bed all by herself, touching herself for want of another body, dreaming feverishly, reaching tiny intense climaxes while her imagination ran away with her. How I'd love to see her play with herself. There was only one thing I wanted to do more, and that was to play with her myself. I forced my tongue deeper up her asshole, lapping about inside for a minute or so until her sleepy groans grew loud enough to encourage me to do more. My tongue descended to her cunt hole and buried itself again, moving in and out as if fucking her. Then I pushed my hands up under her thighs and lifted her far enough to get at that tiny button high between her plump lips. She was wet and her clitoris was hard and swelling. If she woke up now she'd be a pushover.
One finger slipped into her pussy hole and felt her inner flesh, probing deep in spite of her tightness. I wanted her badly! My cock throbbed, demanding to get a piece of the action. And why not? It had been waiting patiently all day, doing its jobs well, and it deserved a reward. I moved up along her back until my knob pressed hard against her cunt. Then, taking my cock in hand, I found the mark, that yielding circle of flesh that stretched wide to admit part of me. Once my knob was inside I let it go on alone, slipping my hands under her to cradle her tits. They felt even better than they looked, resisting the pressure of my fingers firmly, just like two rubber balls.
"That hurts!" she moaned. "Please don't, it hurts, you're too big for me. Oh dear, no, no!" A virgin's lament. Quickly I pressed one of my hands over her mouth and held it there while my cock moved back and forth to penetrate deeper. She struggled, fully awake now and in real pain. Just a little bit further. My cock came up against stiff resistance. The hymen. One good thrust and it was gone. A warm, sticky sensation flowed around my cock. Nuptial blood. Minnie was no longer chaste. I drew back and let my cock ride in and out of her slippery pussy gently, not forcing the pace, allowing her to catch the rhythm. She was still groaning and sobbing a little, but that was subsiding. Her smooth cheeks rubbed against my belly most inspiringly and the one tit that I still clutched overcame the remnants of fatigue. I felt as though I hadn't fucked in weeks. My cock was hard and throbbing with lust, dipping in and out of that teenage pussy like a deep-sea diver. Pretty soon it was safe to take my hand away from her mouth.
"Who is it?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Is that you, Eric?"
"It's me, baby," I panted.
"Why are you doing this? I mean, that's so nice of you -- oh! Do that again!" I lowered myself a little and let my cock push into her hole so that it chafed against her clitoris.
"I'm doing this because that's all I've wanted to do all day," I told her in a soft, breathless voice. "You're beautiful, Minnie, exquisite, every man would want you. You don't know the agony you've put me through with your lovely body. I had to take a chance on you."
"You did?" She wanted to say more but the impact of my fucking was making her incoherent. The crisis passed and she went on: "But there are other women here and they're all more attractive than I am... aren't they?"
"Not by a long shot. You're the belle of this ball, baby, take my word for it. Look at yourself in the mirror one day and check out those perfect tits, that slender waist, take a look at your ass, not to mention your face. You're absolutely beautiful. Why, if you were living in a city you'd have to beat the boys off." My words were arousing her as much as my plunging cock. The more I talked the more she bucked under me and so I kept both up, though not without effort. "Now then, get on your hands and knees," I told her once she had rollicked through several blissful orgasms. "Poke your ass up at me and let me fuck you properly."
"Alright." She did as she was told and I hunched over her to slam my dick into her with powerful thrusts, banging away as if that was the best means of convincing her of her desirability. How delicious she was. Every stroke, every compliment, every squeeze evoked an immediate reaction. She was born to be fucked. She moaned and groaned, and when her emotions overwhelmed her she pressed her face down into the pillow to muffle her cries of passion. And all the while her cunt fitted around my cock as snugly as if it had been tailor-made. Her smooth inner flesh regaled my cock with the finest of sensations, made it thrill like a stricken tuning fork, made it swell and try harder. All I had to do was keep it aimed at the right place and our genitals did the rest. Her tits were free now, dangling against the palms of my hands, her nipples as hard as her clitoris. In the dim light I could see my dark cock plunging in between her light buttocks, burrowing into the one place I couldn't reach with any other part of me. I found myself wishing that I had an eye in my glans so I could see how she looked inside and out. She kept climaxing with a passion, each peak boosting her self-confidence and mine. But at last I had to let go of the built-up sperm, blowing it into her body with all my might. My eyes rolled back and the last of my energies were drained from me, a total orgasm that left me draped over her like a sheet.
"Was I better than my mother?" she asked while I was treating myself to a well-deserved cigarette. "Tell the truth now, I can tell when people are lying.
"Better? You start where she leaves off. Listen, don't take any notice of Willie or your mother. You're the queen bee here. Any man you want, you just snap your fingers and he'll come running."
"Wow, if you say that after you've made love to me it must be true."
The door opened and Tony peered in. "You bastard!" he whispered, entering the room. "You knew I wanted first shot at Minnie. Why did you have to sneak away like that? Have I ever done you out of a beautiful woman? No, it's always been share and share alike with me."
"You see?" I said to Minnie. "We both wanted you. Now do you believe me?" She nodded and moved over to make room for Tony. He lay down beside her and started to stroke her tits with obvious intentions. Minnie seemed unsure of what to do. She looked at me to see if it was all right and I told her to go ahead, make the best of it while it was available. Thus reassured she gave herself to my friend with all her heart. In no time at all he was on top of her, fucking that recently deflowered pussy with as much vigor as I had shown. Minnie needed no more persuasion. She turned into a woman right before my eyes, making love with Tony as though she'd been practicing for years. He gave her one of his full-speed fucks, one that drove her right over the brink of sanity. I had to press my hand over her mouth again to stop her from waking up the whole house. When he came she climaxed tremendously, shaking and crying out, clinging to Tony as though she was drowning.
"Won't you take me with you?" she asked us later.
"We'd really like to but it's not possible," I said. "We have plans, Minnie, and none of our plans includes a woman."
She accepted that. Tony assured her that she wouldn't be on the farm for very long with her looks anyway, someone was bound to snap her up. I told her again how lovely she was. And when she had been consoled we snuck out of her room and went into our own to catch a few winks before dawn broke. My body ached from the exercise it had been given. All that sex could give one angina of the pecker. We would have to leave in the morning, weeding or sex could kill us. There was no need to talk it over with Tony. He was sleeping like a wounded soldier.
CHAPTER FOUR
I dreamed that I was swimming in the dam again, stroking through the light brown waters slowly and smoothly. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was no one around for miles, just me and mother Nature. There were fish in the dam, large creatures that looked harmless enough. Now and then one would brush up against me and instead of feeling cold scales I felt sensual skin, warm and satiny. More fish seemed to gather by the minute, following me around and around the dam, crowding me without alarming me. Then they broke away and swam hurriedly into the deeps. A big fish had appeared, something resembling a giant bass. It came up behind me and its toothless mouth nibbled at my toes. I started to giggle and tried to kick it away but it was insistent. It took one of my feet into its mouth and sucked at it, not an unpleasant sensation yet it made me uneasy. The other foot disappeared into its mouth. Its palate felt like the inside of a cunt somehow. The more it sucked, the more I yielded. Now its mouth had reached my knees. This fish was going to eat me! Once more I tried to get away, my arms thrashing through the waters to outswim the fish. No use. It drew me in slowly, releasing me briefly only to take more of me into its huge mouth. The pleasure got the better of me. I felt myself turning to face it and the rest of me slipped away into the dark, pink cavity, helpless, ecstatic -- I woke up with a start and looked around the room wildly. It was morning, the sun flooded in through the windows. Something was happening down below. It took me a while to collect myself but then I saw someone was under the sheet between my legs, eating me the way rd eaten Minnie the previous night. My cock was hard and all of it was inside that warm cunt-like cavity. I peered under the sheet and saw that it was Joan down there, her eyes closed, mouth wide open, both hands caressing my belly and balls mesmerically. Tony was still asleep.
Her throat muscles rippled about my knob and teased it into frying to probe deeper. Her tongue spiraled about my hard flesh, her spit washed about it, and her teeth rested lightly about the base of my cock, threatening yet not biting through, a refined form of torture that soon had me writhing about in a mad blend of agony and ecstasy. For a long time she held my dick in her throat, breathing heavily through her nose. I don't know how she managed it but I knew I loved it! My hands came to rest on her head, holding it down as if that was necessary. Judging by her motions she was just as happy as I was to have me lodged in her mouth. Her hips undulated forcefully, pressing her pussy against the footend of the bed. And all the while her mouth operated on my cock, working its magic until I was on the point of blowing.
Joan mightn't be the most attractive woman in the world but she was wiser than any woman I had met. She sensed the imminence of my climax and hastily withdrew. Her mouth remained wide open as she gulped in large quantities of air. A brief rest was all she needed. Then she sat in the lotus position between my legs and let her fingernails run up and down my hard cock, smiling at me enigmatically. Her tits drooped down to her rounded belly, her stretch marks were showing, and her body showed the ravages of time and men. For all that she was the pinnacle of sexuality while my cock was hard. She waited until I had settled down a little, then bent over and resumed her sucking. She concentrated on my glans this time, running her tongue about it abrasively. What got to me was her enjoyment. Her eyes sparkled and her breathing was rapid and shallow, as though she liked nothing better in the whole wide world than to suck my dick. She made no demands on me, just did it for the love of it. I obliged her by folding my arms under my head and watching her ply her trade. Her tongue was long and crafty, slithering here and there in such a way as to trigger off all kinds of nice feelings in my over-sensitive dick. She moved so that her legs were over the side of the bed again and she was able to get at my balls more comfortably. Her tongue slid down and did a few turns about my scrotum before descending even further and touching down on my asshole.
At that point my whole body became her willing accomplice. My feet moved back and lifted my ass up into the air, spreading out so that her tongue could have free access to whatever part of me she desired. Her tongue snaked up my ass and her fingers dug into the flesh of my cheeks, parting them wide, all the while wriggling her tongue deeper into me. I was losing touch with reality. Everything throbbed and hummed inside me, my cock didn't know what impulses to take heed of, whether it wanted to piss, blow, or explode. "The things you do!" I sighed, adjusting my position for her benefit. "It's criminal, Joan, but don't ever stop!"
She didn't answer. Her tongue withdrew from my asshole and ran up the hairy valley between my cheeks, quick and sure of itself, then back to my balls which she swallowed and suckled, once more to my asshole, back to my glans, sucking, licking, and nibbling until I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm again. "Take me there!" I demanded. "Do it or I'll jack off right in front of you!"
"I'd love to see that," she said. "Why don't you do that, Eric?" Obviously I'd used the wrong threat. She pulled away from me and sat on the footend of the bed to see if I would go through with it. If she thought she could play jokes on me she was mistaken. I pretended to go along with her, closing my fist around my cock and sitting up to get a better grip on my tool. But when she had been lulled into a false sense of security I pounced on her and thrust my cock down her throat once more, fucking her face with a vengeance. She may have been expecting me to do that. In any case she very quickly adapted to this new turn of events. Her mouth started its magic once again, her lips pursed about the base of my cock and those throat muscles pulsed about my knob with devastating effects. I drew back only slightly before each thrust, not far enough to get away from her throat, and when I pushed forward I pulled her head toward me for maximum penetration. This was beautiful. My head was drained of thoughts, it was red and empty, my lungs were burning, blood coursed through my veins at double the normal pace, all of it gathering in my cock. The finale was upon me. Rapid, searching strokes battered down her throat, the grip I had on her head could have strangled a bull, and at last my sperm. seared up the shaft and burst free in her mouth. Joan made all sorts of muffled sounds of happiness as my load filled her face. One more little burst and I was through.
"Nice work," I heard Tony say. "How would you like to do me, Joan?"
"Sure, honey." In a flash she was upon him. I watched her absently. Seeing her do it was less fun than having her do it upon one's own person. I groped about for a cigarette and coughed when the first plume of smoke went down my throat. It was six in the morning, far too early to be smoking. Joan was bringing Tony perilously close to his satisfaction.
"Breakfast is up!" someone shouted from down-stairs just as Joan extracted the last of Tony's ball juices.
"I've already had mine!" Joan yelled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She laughed and left our room with a broad wink. "I'm full up, girls, and smelling like a bowl of wheat germ. You know what they say, the early bird gets the worm!"
"Oh, get fucked!" someone muttered. People were getting up, going into bathrooms, coughing, complaining about country life. Tony and I got dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. Sarah's father asked if we were going to help with the weeding that day. Tony said he didn't think so.
"You have to understand," he said to the older man, his eyes insolent, "that there are two kinds of people in this world, those who work and those who fuck. Eric and me belong to the latter category, we can't go throwing our energy away on menial tasks, now can we?"
"You young pup," snarled Sarah's father, "I ought to give you a good lesson!"
"With what? Your tongue?" Tony dismissed him and resumed eating. Bad vibrations spoiled breakfast for everyone. The bearded, hairy men seemed inclined to take us outside and beat the shit out of us. But Tony looked dangerous, not the kind of man to sit still for a beating. Besides, they were all liberals who didn't believe in violence. We were safe. The women didn't particularly care for Tony's attitude even if they agreed with him one hundred percent. I got the impression that they wanted us to shut up and play the part of the mindless studs. That suited me but Tony's not as diplomatic as I am.
"How are you, Minnie?" he said when the ex-virgin came down the stairs. "Did we make a new woman out of you?"
"Sssshhh!" she hissed, but it was too late. All eyes were upon us. Nora rose to her feet and gripped the edge of the table as though she couldn't trust herself so near the cutlery.
"Did you seduce my daughter?" she asked in a quiet, menacing voice.
"Seduce her?" Tony laughed raucously. "No, lady, we fucked her."
More silence. Eyes glowered. Only a few of the women, Sarah included, looked at us with approval. "I think we shouldn't overstay our welcome," I told Tony. But he was in one of his devil-may-care moods.
"I haven't finished breakfast yet," he said, tucking into his food.
"You'd better get out of here, boy," said one of the men.
"And be quick about it," Sarah's father added, "before you get hurt."
"Go stick you head up a dead bear's ass," Tony said coldly. Now the men had to act, he had left them no alternative. They got to their feet and advanced toward him. There were eight of them, two of us. I waited for Tony to make his move but he took no notice. The fact that he ignored them stymied the men. They stood around and looked increasingly sheepish. Just as they were about to drift back to their seats Tony stood up and grabbed the woman nearest to him, who happened to be Sue. "Before we go let me show you something," he told the men. In one quick motion he had Sue's pants off and his finger up her cunt. "See where my finger is? That's where you're supposed to stick your cocks. That's all you need to know."
That did it. The men were mobilized. But we were ready. As one we slipped out of the kitchen and ran through the yard with the men hot on. our heels. They gave up as soon as they had made a respectable effort at catching us and Tony and I just kept going. We were laughing and out of breath by the time we got off the farm and back on the road, collapsing helplessly by the side of it. "You think I taught them a lesson?" asked Tony.
"I hope so, because if you haven't you only stirred up trouble. Ah, fuck them anyway, let's get to L.A. and get into the moneyed cunts," I said, getting to my feet. "I'm beginning to believe in your schemes, which means I'm probably losing my mind."
"On the contrary, you're just coming to your senses."
It was a long walk back to the main road but once there we were lucky enough to get a ride to the freeway. A truck driver picked us up and treated us to lunch and cigarettes. When he dropped us off we could see the yellow haze of Los Angeles in the distance. I could smell the starlets! One more ride and we would be in the thick of it. Tony and I stood by the side of the road and thumbed hopefully. Finally a car pulled up and an old lady asked us where we wanted to go. When we told her she said she would take us right there. We settled back comfortably and watched as she crunched her old car into the first gear and spun the wheels before careering back onto the freeway. If I was not mistaken, this was the old lady from Pasadena!
She brought the car up to ninety, at which point it was shaking and billowing blue smoke, then she turned to us and said: "All right boys, you have to make a choice. Either you fuck me or I'll crash this car. And remember, I'm an old woman, I've lived my life already."
We stared at her in astonishment. She looked like the kind of old lady you see at church bazaars, a hat with a bunch of fruit on it, a black dress, grey stockings, and sensible black shoes. Surely we hadn't heard right. She repeated her ultimatum and speeded up to a hundred to make sure we got the point. The car went from one lane to the next with gay abandon. This lady wasn't kidding!
"Okay, okay," said Tony, "we'll play along. Just stop this wreck!"
"You won't back out?" One hundred and five. We swore on everything from our mothers to her future grave that we wouldn't. Finally she took her foot off the accelerator and let the car coast to a stop at a rest area. There wasn't anyone around. Where were the police and their radar when you needed them? The old lady started to take off her clothes but Tony suggested she keep them on.
"It'll be sexier that way," he told her. "Just take off your panties and we'll do the rest."
If she understood that he didn't want to see her sixty-year-old body she gave no sign of it. "Kinky!" she cried, and pulled off a pair of pink bloomers that reminded me of the time when my grandmother lived with us. They were always hanging in the bathroom, dripping wet, and I had learned to hate them. Now the next task was to get hard. The old lady's cunt was visible under her disarrayed garments, grey hair sparse on old skin. Tony took his dick out and jerked it until it swelled up. The old lady leaned back against her door and received him with excited little cries. He was wedged in between the back of the seat and the steering wheel, but he got his dick up her and started to fuck peremptorily. Watching the old lady getting fucked told me like nothing else that we were in California.
My turn arrived before I was really ready for it. Tony pulled out with a sigh of relief and zipped up while I zipped down and tried to coax some life into my cock. The old lady lay back and looked on impatiently but offered no help. "What's the matter, sonny, don't you like girls?" she snapped.
"I love girls," I said, placing the emphasis on the last word. It went over her head. I thought of Minnie, so succulent and supple, and that brought some energy to my dick. When it was half-hard I got on top of the old lady and stuffed my cock into her. She was soft and warm inside, no different from a young girl except that she could hardly be called tight. Her cunt felt like a little fleshpot, something to rummage about in, comforting rather than exciting. I moved my cock back and forth until it had expanded to its full length, and then did my best to deliver a second-rate fuck to our benefactor. Luckily it didn't take much to get her off. Within minutes she was sighing and groaning, moving her old bones the best way she could, and I closed my eyes and pretended it was someone else I was fucking.
"There," I said when it was all over, "now drive us into the city."
"Certainly." She hitched her drawers back up, adjusted her dress, and started the car. "Ah, I love a bit of young stuff now and then," she told us as she drove away slowly. "Nice young rock-hard cock, nothing like it. When I was a girl you couldn't get it. Now I have to bargain for it. But I don't mind, it still feels as good as ever."
"I'm happy for you," said Tony.
"It's a pity young men don't appreciate us more experienced women more," she went on. The car was moving at about thirty miles per hour now. Apparently we had relieved her aggressions. "They don't know what they're missing. Didn't I give you a hot time? Sure I did. And just think, there are thousands of senior women like myself all over the country, begging for a piece."
"A geriophile's lot is a happy one," I agreed.
"Eh? What's that? Young girls don't know anything. I didn't. What a fool I was in those days." She went on and on, talking to herself and driving slowly. All about us cars were whizzing by. I tried to forget about the old lady, her boring monologue, and her slow driving, but it ended in my ruminating on how I hated hitchhiking. You were always at the mercy of other people, they were doing you a favor so you had to be nice even when you didn't feel like it. If we hadn't invested our youthful energy into this trip we would have jumped out of the car. As it was we bore with it all the way into L.A.
It was late in the evening when she let us off in a seedy district. Lamps cast an eerie glow over the wide streets, low buildings sported a plethora of advertisements, people loitered about and looked mean. I began to wish we had stayed on the farm. Cars, garbage, stinking air, couldn't we live without them? I suggested we turn back but Tony was looking around with enthusiasm.
"This is it," he said, sizing up the people habituating the sidewalk. "This is where we'll get our start. Come on, Eric, we've got to get ourselves a whore."
"A what?" I croaked. "You must be joking. I want to check into a convalescence home and you want to pay for it?"
"You don't trust me," said Tony. "Deep down you think I'm stupid. Well, maybe I am but at least I'm open to inspiration. Look over there, see that black girl? The one talking to the pimp. Now she's not bad, is she? And look at the way her old man is dressed, all flash and glitter? That took money. I want to roll him."
"I think you're suffering from role confusion. He's supposed to roll you. Anyway, where are you going to get the money?"
"Just follow me." He walked across the street and interrupted the conversation the girl was having with her pimp by asking if she was ready for him. "Give me a menu, baby, complete with prices," he said.
"Ten for the room, fifteen for my ass," she said, giving him a cold look. The pimp backed off a little and tried to look friendly. I could tell he'd as soon cut his mother open as give me the time of day, but Tony had committed us. "And if your friend wants in, it'll be an extra ten."
"Fine, fine, why don't we get down to it," said Tony. The girl shrugged and led us to a flophouse called The Buckingham. Real class. A murderer in a sweatshirt slouched behind the counter, there were roaches in the cigarette machine, and the smell reminded me of a bed of cigarette butts that had been pissed on by a multitude. The girl was attractive, though. She had on a sinful miniskirt and when she walked ahead of us up the stairs we were treated to a view of her ass that actually stirred us. Bulging cheeks, no panties, just black flesh moulded by a gifted ass-artist. Her tits were big and pendant, confined in a white lacy blouse, and she wore a wig created by a country & western designer. The pimp was outside the hotel picking his nails with a flick knife. I got the feeling Tony had maneuvered us into a dead end.
"Here you go, honey," she said, throwing open a door. One bed, a table holding a basin of disinfectant, and a chair. The Buckingham had spared no expense with its interior decoration. I could just see some distracted faggot standing in the bare rooms saying, "A bed right here, it has to be antiqued by vandals; and over there a table salvaged from a ghetto garbage can, really ethnic, with a tin basin that's all chipped enamel, oh lovely! And make sure the walls are painted ratty tints so that the dear little creatures will feel at home."
"Now then," said the girl, removing her clothing, "what's your pleasure. You want to get blown?"
"I think that would be more prophylactic," I said guardedly.
"Then drop your pants and put the money on the table," said the girl. Tony took out the fake ten-dollar bills and put them down. She didn't inspect them, luckily, or else we would never have received a sample of her talents. She looked good in spite of her surroundings. Her tits were long and full, the nipples pointed darkly at the floor, and her stomach was hard and flat. A dark bush grew wild between her thighs and all the way up to her navel. When she stood up to go to the window and signal to her pimp that everything was in order, we were treated to a view of her ass that was breathtaking. It really was an engineering miracle. With every step it quivered loosely yet it kept its shape, two chocolate puddings that inspired ideas of anal fucking in me. I would have loved to slide my cock between her big buns, but when I asked her about that possibility she insisted that cost another twenty. We didn't have that, not even in fake money, so I resigned myself to a blow job.
She sat on the bed and motioned us to come over. But just as she was about to wrap her full lips about one of our knobs she remembered a small detail. "Oh shit, I didn't give you your wash yet. Come over to the basin." We followed her and I felt a little like a schoolboy getting pushed around by teacher. Her unsympathetic expression did nothing to dispel that notion. She took both our cocks and dipped them in the antiseptic fluid, kneading us a bit as she washed us, and with the vision of her nakedness to help us along we both became quite hard. She allowed herself a moment's levity: "You boys haven't been getting your share of pussy lately, huh?"
Au contraire! But Tony grinned and said, "Yeah, we just came back from a long sea voyage. Come on, baby, wipe us dry and get your mouth to this lead pipe! I'm busting to get shot of it."
She took us back to the bed and there we stood, hands behind our backs, letting the black whore suck our cocks in turn. She really was an artist. Her full lips tended to quiver sensually about our meat and her tongue darted hither and thither with remarkable accuracy. But she looked bored, as though her quota of cocks exceeded her meals.
"Can I sit down?" asked Tony. "This is making me weak in the knees."
"Lie down, side by side, that's it," she said, conducting us. "Now I can get at the two of you." She knelt down between us and while she was sucking one of us she was giving the other a hand job. The more she toyed with me the more I got the urge to fuck her. My hand came to rest on her ass and her deep flesh excited me greatly. She was so smooth and soft, why shouldn't I take what I wanted from her? While she was giving her all to Tony I moved around and took a good look at her rear. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been ambushed from behind. Tony looked content with her down on him. I shuffled into position and rested my cock against the split of her ass. Immediately she turned around and reminded me that it'd cost me another twenty. "You'll get it," I assured her, "but don't stop me now."
She bent over further so that her ass rose in the air and her knees parted to open up that desirable portion of her anatomy. Her black pussy stuck out like a furry purse and gave out the odor of violets and pure cunt. I ran one finger along it to find it was dry as a bone. The finger moved on to her asshole, tight and musky, yielding easily to my attempts to loosen it up. My cock throbbed all the more violently now that it was sure of its prospects. Her mouth kept making wet, slurping noises as she regaled Tony's dick with her finest. He wasn't coming quick enough for her. And while she was thus occupied I moved my knob into place and pressed down hard, watching as her sphincters stretched taut and suddenly swallowed my flushed flesh. With a grunt I shoved the rest of it up her smooth channel and then let her cheeks fall to, burying my cock once and for all. It felt better than I had imagined it would. My cock was trapped in a vise of flesh, warm, slightly moist, and the slightest movement of it brought the natural resistance of her ass to bear on me, erotic friction of the kind that can produce premature ejaculations.
I took it nice and easy, wanting to prolong my happiness for as long as the meter was running. Tony was showing signs of surrendering to her mouth. Surprisingly the girl put up with having a cock up her ass as if nothing was happening. Most women, no matter how much they'd been around, were at least polite enough to pretend it hurt. I started to fuck with more vigor, relishing the pressure and the view I was getting. That soft, full flesh quivered with every stroke, moving milkily before resuming its tight-assed shape. Her back stretched out before me, strong and lean, her broad shoulders flexing as her head moved up and down over Tony's dick. And I was up her like a rat up a drainpipe, flicking with glee and watching every aspect of the process.
Tony came. It would have been indecent for me to hold out. With a battery of sharp thrusts, pressing her cheeks together with both hands, I brought myself undone and pulled out with a sigh of satisfaction. Out of a sense of caution I gave my cock another bath in the disinfectant, dried myself and put my clothes on. Tony was dressing, too. The girl wiped her ass with a towel thoughtfully supplied by the management, and she looked at me to indicate it was time to pay. But before she asked me she picked up the money on the table. A quick check brought the truth to light.
"Hey, this is play money!" she exclaimed. "Don't be messing with me, man, give me the real stuff!"
"I'm afraid that's all we have." We were fully dressed now, ready for anything. The girl gave us a hateful look and made a rush for the window.
"Leroy! Come up here! These honkies are trying to fuck with me!" Then she turned back to us and grinned grimly: "Leroy's going to beat your ass for this. Don't you never try to beat him, he don't like it."
I hoped Tony knew what he was doing. He did "Get the girl and keep her mouth shut," he hissed. "Leave the rest to me." The girl tried to resist my rude advances but I wasn't interested in etiquette right then, not with Leroy and his nail file coming up the stairs. I held her from behind, hand over her mouth, arm about her throat in case she decided to bite. Tony grabbed hold of the chair and waited. Leroy came bursting in with his knife flashing. "All right, motherfuckers," was all he said. The next second the chair crashed down on his skull and laid him out flatter than a pancake. The whore struggled tremendously and there was only one way to deal with that. I turned her around and popped her one on the chin. She joined Leroy in the prostrate position.
"There, what did I tell you?" said Tony, coming up with a big wad from the pimp's pocket. "These guys always like to carry a big roll to impress their business associates. Let's go." We closed the door and walked casually down the stairs. The murderer at the desk asked if there had been trouble. "Oh no, it was all a matter of defining our terms," said Tony airily. "Everything's been settled amicably."
"Huh?" asked the murderer, but we were already out in the street. We kept a close grip on our anxiety all the way down the block but then we bolted. We ran for about a mile before we allowed ourselves to slow down. Tony hailed a cab and told him to take us to the opposite side of town. During the drive he counted the money. We'd scored close on five hundred dollars!
"I swear I'll never doubt you again," I told Tony. "You're the genius in this duo and I'll even put an ad in the Times to that effect if you want it made public."
"No need, let the evidence convince the populace," he replied. We went to a good restaurant for a big meal, then to a hotel where we happily paid in advance for a room for the night. "Tomorrow we will buy ourselves an outfit that'll knock out the eyes of those ladies of money. And then we won't have to worry about money again. We'll be on easy street, mark my words."
"I believe you, I believe you."
* * *
In the morning we checked out of the hotel and found a menswear store that specialized in all that was fashionable. Although we bought the stuff off the rack to save time, we paid out most of our ill-gotten gains and the rest went into bribing the tailor to do the alterations right away. We had a few bucks left, enough to sightsee a little and have a couple of good meals in case we wouldn't be able to get another one. But when we had paid the cover charge to the most in of places that evening we were down to fifty cents, not enough to buy us a drink.
We looked good, though. Sharp trousers that flared generously over expensive shoes, matching jackets, all in white, a wide-collared shirt that was open at the neck to let Tony's chest hair show. It was supposed to show mine, too, but I didn't have any. We had shaved and fixed our hair with spray so that we resembled minor movie stars or junior tycoons, and when we walked into the pulsing crowd at the disco all eyes turned to us. Since the place was close to Beverley Hills we could hear the fan-computers clicking over. Were we anyone? Maybe.
We, in our turn, were checking out the women. There were some older types dressed as teenagers. but in spite of our resolutions we tended to look more at the young stuff. How delicious they were in their see-through blouses and ass-hugging slacks, their tall platform shoes and lipsticked mouths, breasts bouncing and asses shaking to the throbbing music. We stood against the far wall and watched impassively. It was as though the girls were performing for us, sultans inspecting the harem's resources. The other men at the disco were dressed much the same as we were but they looked to be a pretty limp lot. Tony nudged me and we made our first move.
Two girls were dancing together, bumping each other absently while their eyes wandered through the crowd. Tony stepped in and abducted one of them, leaving me to take care of the other. She was a honey blonde, little, with big tits and a small ass and big eyes with fluttering lashes. "Oh, hi!" she squealed when I took over. "Wait a minute, aren't you... oh gosh, I'm not sure now, stars always look different in person... but are you?"
"No, certainly not," I said loudly, looking around as if afraid fans would mob me now that the secret was out.. The little girl gave me a conspiratorial look and pressed her body into mine so that she could muffle her little squeals. The best way to convince people is to state the truth in an untruthful way. And now that she knew I was somebody her body writhed into mine with such seductiveness that my cock caused an ugly bulge in my new suit. Her dance was just a means of showing off. She was a good deal shorter than I and she made sure of moving her shoulder so that her big tits were revealed to within a millimeter of her nipples. At the same time she pressed her hard pubic bone against my leg, letting my imagination fill in the surrounding detail. Her fluttering lashes fanned my face and her belly rubbed against my erection. This girl wanted to be balled by a star! I asked her if she was visiting L.A., and sure enough, she had just arrived from the Midwest.
It only remained for me to say something starrish, like how the movie was running behind the production schedule, and she was mine to do with as I pleased. I wanted to fuck her badly but I couldn't take her out of the disco because we didn't have the money to get back in. She writhed against me, her hands kept sliding over my cock, and there was an appeal in her eyes. How could I resist her? We happened to dance. close to the bathrooms, and on impulse I grabbed her by the band and dragged her into the Gents. A couple of guys stood at the trough but they took no notice. And one of the cubicles was vacant.
"Not here!" she whispered, frightened by my drastic behavior. "Can't you take me to your Malibu pad or wherever you live? I want it to be beautiful between us!"
"It will be." Both my hands went down into her blouse and lifted her heavy, firm tits out so I could admire them better. They stood up nicely, or rather curved down from her chest and then sudden curved up to point her nipples at the ceiling. She saw how much I appreciated her outsized append-ages, and pride overcame her reluctance. Probably she thought all stars were eccentric, a little crazy. Little did she know. I caressed her tits softly, working her into a dreamy state. Her hands undid my fly and managed to extricate my cock from its confines; and since she was so short she didn't have to bend down far to get her mouth to it.
For the first few minutes I let her have her way while I toyed with her tits. But from my angle I got a good look at her ass and that reminded me of all the bounties women have between their legs. Her mouth was doing a fine job but I pulled away and made her stand on the toilet seat so I could undress her. The taste of cock had taken her past all considerations of propriety. She had a wistful, happy look on her face and she obediently stepped out of her slacks and platforms. Now she was even shorter, hardly five feet, a little pocket-sized woman with all the equipment. In the next cubicle someone was letting off a chain of farts, the sound of dribbling piss, coughing, talking, all combined in the tiled acoustics of the bathroom, but it didn't interfere with what we were doing. She remained standing on the toilet seat, her legs apart so that her blonde pussy poked up at me, leaning back against the wall, the backs of her legs finding some support against the cistern. Her tits were well within reach but her pussy stared me in the face. My hands closed around her little buns and pulled her close to taste her vaginal fluids. She was sopping wet, crazy about her brush with fame. And I took full advantage of her.
I ate her out with a passion. She was so young, so new, everything about her was firm and smooth, her pussy hairs were like down, her juices tasted fresh like spring water flavored with olives, and her tits were resilient, springing back the moment I stopped squeezing them. She stood on the toilet seat, unaware that guys were peeking over the door to check her out and that they were relieving themselves left and right. Perhaps she was composing a letter to her girlfriend in Idaho -- who knew? All I knew was that her pussy was delicious, tight, rosy pink, and swamped.
I ate her till she sagged through her knees. Then, turning her around, I set her up so that she was on her knees, her arms resting on the cistern, and her ass poking out at me. What a sweet little ass it was. I thought of the whore's black ass, such an excess of flesh. This one was made with economy, the fast-back, just enough meat to shiver and squeeze but hardly enough to get lost in. Her cunt bulged all the more because of that, two thick lips that had been splayed by my tongue, dripping wet and showing so much pink that I couldn't resist plunging my cock into her. It was so pink that I was reminded of a baboon's red ass driving all the male baboons crazy. My cock dove inside and didn't stop pushing until I was right up her. The Idaho blonde cried out with excitement, forgetting that she was in a public place. It was quiet in the bathroom now but not because no one was present. They were, I could hear them breathing. But for the moment it didn't concern me who was watching. The blonde and I were playing wheelbarrows.
The blonde was leaning over the cistern, holding both her hands on top of her head to act as a buffer between her skull and the wall. With every driving thrust she lunged forward, squealing, moaning, loving every stroke of it as much as I did. Her pussy was remarkably tight, slippery elastic that barely fitted over my cock. I gave myself room to jiggle about in by pulling her cheeks apart and stretching her pussy with both thumbs. My cock rode in and out of her slick cunt, emerging briefly all the way to the tip of my knob only to plunge right back in, and when it went down it took her cunt lips down with it until her whole pussy seemed to be turning outside in. She was so little that a straight fuck titillated every part of her cunt. And if that wasn't enough for her I eased one of my thumbs against her asshole and started to press it into her.
"Oh noooo!" she cried, wriggling in a bid to get away from this intrusion. "No, don't." She tried to reach back and pull my hand away but then her skull made contact with the wall again. And as my thumb moved into her asshole she grew to like it better, especially in tandem with my cock. At last my whole thumb was up her and pressing against the thin dividing membrane through to my dick, both moving in and out together. The little blonde was going crazy. Her screams echoed through the still bathroom, she yelled obscenities and compliments, totally out of control. "YES, YES, OH YOU FUCKER, SHOVE IT INTO MY CUNT, AH AH AH AAAHHH, OOOHH FUCK ME HARDER PLAY WITH MY ASS, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Under normal circumstances I would have been embarrassed for her but now it only spurred me on. I shoved my cock into her from all angles and shoved my thumb up her asshole with brutal force, leaving her to hold her position steady. She was faltering. With high-pitched cries she announced one orgasm after another, and each eruption threatened her self-control. At one point I thought she was going to fall into the bowl and slide down the sewer, she went so limp. But each time she rallied and steadied herself for more. I fucked until I couldn't stand up any longer, at which point I gave her all I had to give, strong bursts of sperm that filled her little cunt and then seeped out to dribble down her inner thighs.
"That was great," I told her, taking my cock out and wiping it on the toilet paper. Applause broke out around us. We looked up and found a dozen or more men peering over the door and walls of the cubicle, all of them a little wild-eyed and gazing at the blonde as though they wanted sloppy seconds, thirds, or fifteenths. I told her to get dressed and to come with me. We made it back to the dance floor without incident but we were too spent to dance for the moment. "Get us a drink, baby," I said, "and I'll find us a vacant table." She nodded and returned a minute later with two tall drinks. I looked around to see what Tony was doing. He was dancing with an older woman and feeding her a line that had her fascinated. At least he was working.
Over the drinks the blonde insisted on telling me her name was Candy. What else could it be? And she also demanded to know who I really was. "You mean you don't know?" I asked.
"I think I know, but I want to be sure."
"I'm Fatty Arbuckle. Come on, let's dance." I emptied my glass and took her into the pulsing crowd occupying all the available space between the tables. Candy clung to me to avoid getting swept away, and it was while her big tits and her warm body pressed into me that I was taken by an idea. The idea alone made me hard and when I put it to her the fright in her eyes made it imperative. It took a little doing but at last she took her platforms off and deposited them at our table, then returned to me at the dance floor in her bare feet. Without those clogs she was just the right height for what I had in mind. No one was watching, they were all too busy keeping up with the latest dance steps. Candy fumbled with my fly and took out my cock right in the centre of the floor and, bending just a little she took it between her lips and continued to dance with me.
This was a dream come true for me. Her arms were around my waist and her mouth swallowed most of my dick, and wherever I looked people were dancing and carrying on, unaware of the lovely feelings I was experiencing. Candy licked it nicely and sucked it deep in her mouth, hugging me tighter and tighter as her own excitement mounted. Vaguely I saw Tony whiz by with his new lady friend. He was doing his oily routine on her and she was lapping it up as eagerly as I was being lapped. The blonde hair toiled over my cock, bobbing up and down, her mouth clamping tightly over my skin, then relaxing so that her tongue could drag along the hard stem and lasso the knob. She was becoming very involved with my member. Her feet were on mine so she wouldn't have to think about that part of herself, and her arms had slipped down to my ass. People pressed into us from all angles but none thought it strange that a tall guy like me was dancing with a shy midget.
The music seemed to grow louder along with my passions. Candy was bringing the best out in me. Her mouth had a solid grip on my cock now and she was sucking as hard as she could, barely moving her lips about. She wanted to bring me undone through sheer force of suction, and I wanted to hold back a little. Suddenly she changed her tactic and started to face-fuck me, moving her head back and forth rapidly and pursing her lips tightly about my cock so that it felt as if a wet fist was beating me off. I enjoyed that but once again she changed her technique. She turned into the tease, just running the tip of her tongue along my meat and nuzzling into the slit of my glans. Back to sucking, face-fucking, teasing, switching before I had a chance to catch my breath; and then, against my will, she evoked a powerhouse orgasm that made me come to a dead stop. Every last bit of sperm hurtled out of my balls, up through the stalk and down her throat. When it was over we were on our knees, sweating and gasping, and everyone was trampling on us in the frenzy of their dancing.
We made it back to the table again and Candy decided to treat me to another drink. But while she was at the bar Tony came up to me and told me to follow him to the exit. I tried to tell him I had company but he said to forget everything and to do as he said. Obviously he had a good deal going so I headed for the exit. Outside stood a woman in her early forties, the one he'd been dancing with all night. She was well preserved, expensively dressed, her hair was ash blonde and her eyes a startling blue. She was deeply tanned but had made herself up to soften the outdoors look. From what I could make out of her body it looked good, a full bosom and a trim ass. But did she have money? That was the question. Tony came out of the bathroom and introduced us. Her name was Lara.
"Nice to meet you, Eric," she said. Her eyes wandered downward and rested in the vicinity of my crotch for a second. "We really must do something about that spot on your nice white pants, mustn't we? Lipstick is so hard to get out."
"What?" I looked down and saw a big red circle around my fly where Candy had rested her face. "My goodness, I wonder how that happened?"
"He must have been bad," said Tony. "I told you about him, he's always bad. Like me."
"Oooh!" Lara shivered. "Let's go home right away! It's so long since I've met truly bad boys!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Lara paid for the cab. "I assume you're penniless," she said to Tony. He merely smiled and grabbed a handful of her ass. She led us into a small cottage that stood just inside a fence. It was too dark to see where the fence led or what lay beyond the cottage. Lara opened a narrow gate, let us in, and locked it again. Inside the cottage proved to be cozy, one large room, a kitchen, bathroom, and that was it. I figured she was probably a governess or something on the estate, but it would have been impolite to ask. While she was in the bathroom I asked Tony.
"I don't know," he said, "all I know is that she looked like she had money and that she was willing. But what the hell, we can hang out here for a few days and then we'll give it another try. There's nothing we can do with your suit looking like it does, anyway."
"True." Lara appeared at the bathroom door wearing her best negligee, a transparent piece of fluff that implied all the curves of her body but hid the salient parts. She turned off the bathroom light and came swaying toward us, all chiffon now and a big smile. Without a word she sank to her knees between Tony's legs and pressed her face against the crutch of his pants. Her hands clamped down over his thighs and felt him up all over. It had been a long time.
"Aaaaahhh," she sighed, rubbing her face into his lap, "so virile, so young, I could eat you alive! Feel how thick it is, how it's getting hard! Oh, I'm going to swallow you whole, you big bad eel!" Tony threw me a wink and settled back in his chair while Lara enthused over his masculine appendages. She was teasing herself by not opening up his pants. Instead she ran her hands over the contours of his balls and cock and told herself how big and ruinous he would be when he finally got inside her cunt. "Too big," she said in her husky, threepacks-a-day voice, "he is going to tear me apart! Oh, Tony, let me touch you, eat you, let me make you ravenous for me!"
Her talk was making me hard... well, sort of hard. After Candy I was hardly in urgent need of sex, but Lara was so openly hungry for it, so lecherous, that tickles ran up my scrotum and blood eased cautiously into the erectile tissue. Tony's lap looked as battle-stained as mine by this time, all rouge and lipstick. One of her hands was at the top of his zip, taking it down bit by bit while her face nuzzled at his manhood and her other hand caressed his thighs. She paid no attention to me even though the lights were on and I was sitting in the chair next to Tony's.
The zip was halfway down and her fingers were exploring the hair and flesh of his lower belly. Tony looked very relaxed, very happy. The zip went down a little further and then she pulled at the material to make room for her face. Her mouth ran along his belly and her lips plucked at the hairs growing there. One of her hands caressed the hard ridge of meat under his pants to make sure he would stay upright. His belt was undone, the button of his waistband, his zip went down right to the bottom and suddenly his cock sprang out of hiding and stood right in front of her face, quivering like a knife in wood. "Oh my God!" she whispered, her eyes shining brightly. "Look at what that bad boy's got!" Her teasing, leisurely pace gave way to a frantic moment. Both her hands pulled at his pants and worked them down to his knees before she recollected herself. She was flushed and sweaty, though, obviously uncomfortable in her negligee. Suddenly she shrugged it off and did a turn for Tony's benefit.
"Beautiful," said Tony approvingly. She wasn't bad. Her flesh had that slightly antique quality, a little too soft, too mottled, but she was still in great shape. Her buns were tight enough, her thighs were firm, and her tits were excellent! Tanned, brown-nippled, they stood away from her body with girlish zest, trying to and just failing to gaze at the stars. A moment later she was on her knees before Tony again, taking off his shoes and socks and helping him off with his pants. He sat there dressed in jacket and modish shirt, smoking and looking content while she began to kiss her way up his hairy legs. I kept watching her naked form. The harder I became, the sexier she was. It was getting hot and stuffy for me, too. I took off my jacket and shirt, kicked off the shoes, and lit up a cigarette to pass the time. Lara would get to me sooner or later.
She was doing a beautiful job on Tony. Her lips moved along the inside of his thighs, kissing and plucking, getting closer and closer to his balls. Tony tried to look cool but his facade was wearing thin. Now and then his eyes closed and he bit his bottom lip to suppress his real feelings. Lara's tongue crept up to the base of his cock and hovered there, teasing him some more, bringing him up a little further, and forcing him to use his own imagination. She was a virtuoso sure enough. Cunning old bitch. Her tongue snaked around his cock, giving him a good time but not too good. Whenever Tony became too excited she slowed down at once. She licked up to the tip of his cock, down to his belly, up to the navel where she lingered briefly, and then she moved upward, kissing his chest and sliding her body along his cock at the same time. At last she reached his face and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Tony's hands reached down and seized her ass to try and lift her onto his cock but she slipped away. One of her legs went over one of his so that her cunt rested on his thigh and he couldn't get to it. Tony tried again, more forcefully this time, to get up her. Lara responded by kissing him harder and toying with his nipples. His cock stood up in the air, unattended and desperate. Her cunt rubbed along his thigh so hard that wet noises were produced, lipsmacking sounds, and a wet trail formed in its wake.
"Come on, Lara, get on board!" Tony said impatiently. "I can't wait any longer, I've got to have a piece of you!"
"You're bad, all right," she said reprovingly. "I'm sorry, Tony, no sex tonight, just fun and games. Aren't you enjoying it so far?"
"It's fine, but I want to fuck."
"Sorry." She kissed all over his face and brought one hand down to his belly to rub near but not on his cock. Tony fell for her play hook, line, and sinker. He grabbed her about the waist and threw her down on the carpet, then flung himself on top of her and drove his cock up her cunt. Lara let out a thrilling cry of happiness and instantly wrapped her legs around his waist to help him deliver his powerful thrusts. Tony was going like a bat out of hell, slamming his cock into her squelching pussy, sweating all over her, mauling her tits until all the blood went out of them, and Lara bucked and writhed along with him, crying out, holding on, loving every minute of it.
As usual he finished fast. Lara was not taken aback. No sooner had he blown his wad than she pushed him away and took his cock into her mouth to suck it clean and prepare it for the next onslaught. Tony was smoking and taking a break but Lara was moving right along. She lay on her side, nibbling Tony and holding his limp dick upright with one hand while the other hand was embedded between her thighs. One finger was doing a good job on her clitoris there, titillating it with lightning speed. And as her pleasure rose she became less discreet about it. Her legs eased apart and the one titillating finger was replaced by the whole hand, grabbing and clawing at her cunt flesh, digging into her hole violently, harder and faster until a deep sigh escaped her and her body went limp. For all the energy she'd put into jerking off her mouth had stayed fastened to Tony's cock.
He was hard again but his face wore a dubious expression. Where would it end? Lara seemed like a bottomless pit. However, she didn't care to discuss the issue. Instead she climbed on top of him and held his hard cock steady while she positioned her cunt over it. With a moan of satisfaction she let it sink into her body and then pinned Tony down with both her hands on his shoulders. Her ass moved up and down regularly and slowly, just moving her pussy along and about his cock for her own pleasure. It was a moving sight to see her having so much fun. Tony took her by the waist and put some pressure on to get her to sink all the way down over it but Lara wasn't aware of it. She reminded me of a girl riding her horse all by herself in the park.
She snapped out of it without warning and motioned for me to come over. "I'd better prepare the reserve troops," she breathed. "Take off your pants, honey, and let's see how bad you are." When I presented my nakedness to her scrutiny she nodded her approval. "Very nice. Now let's put the lead back into that pencil." She seemed capable of doing two things at once. She kept on fucking Tony and sucking me, a sex machine, working until I was hard enough to enter.
"Take me from behind," she said, her eyes feverish with lust. "I've always wanted two men to fuck me at once. Do you think you can get it in?"
"Bend over," I said. She leaned over Tony and sank her cunt right down over his dick so she wouldn't lose it. I opened her ass up and pointed my cock at the spot. She wasn't a virgin there, either. Her sphincter gave readily under pressure and beyond that point it was as though she was sucking me into her ass! We were both up her and, although she squirmed a bit to pretend it was hurting her, she was soon fucking us both. Her ass moved up for anal penetration, down for vaginal probes, so no matter which way she moved a cock filled her up.
"She's a slut, isn't she?" said Tony.
"A real tramp," I said, driving my dick up her ass as far as it would go. Lara cried that we shouldn't talk to her that way.
"I'd never bring her home to meet my mother," Tony went on, holding her hips and forcing her down over his stiff cock. "No loose women for me, thank you."
"How right. Lara is the kind of woman you just fuck," I said, driving it in and out with redoubled force. "You just fuck her and fuck her and fuck her till she's cross-eyed and then you roll her over and fuck her some more."
"Oh stop it!" she cried, shaking all over. "Don't be rude to me, please don't, oooohhh, you're both so big, so big, ifs like two boa constrictors crawling up me, fuck me now, treat me badly, be bad, BE BAD! DO IT TO ME, DO IT, DO IT OH MY GOD, AAAAAAHHHHH-UH-UH-OOOHHHIM!'" A rabid finish for Lara. We kept calling her names, telling her what a slut she was, how she wasn't worth a pinch of shit, and the more we insulted her the more she lost control. The sex machine had soul. But even when she had climaxed terminally Tony and I were still going strong. She was flush on top of him and I sandwiched her, driving my cock up her spasmic ass with all my might. Tony had to be content to keep it up her and let the pressure of my careening cock get him off because there was no budging Lara. She kept on muttering incoherently while we galloped toward our own orgasms. I thought we had really done her in this time. Tony came, then I added my load, and we pulled out to leave her lolling on the floor with cream dripping from both orifices. But there was still a spark of life left in her, and where there was life there was a finger. She started to rub her clitoris right away, weakly at first, getting stronger as her passions gave her strength. Tony and I sat by and watched her in amazement. How could she want more after all she'd had?
Lara masturbated with increasing violence, just as she had done the first time. Bunched fingers dug into her cunt hole and her knuckles rubbed up her clitoris, a finger or two disappeared up her ass, the other hand was at her tits, and her whole body undulated fiercely, laboring toward true satisfaction. It kind of made us feel limp to have to sit by. What could we do that she couldn't do?
"Yesss!" she hissed, both her hands on her crotch now and squeezing her cunt with inhuman strength. "Yes, yes, yesssss! That's good, oh, a little more... hunh, hunh, WHEEEEEEEE!" She aborted the climax and then waxed triumphant over it. Strange woman. She crawled over to a couch and lay down. Without looking at us she began to speak: "I suppose you think I'm a little weird, don't you? Well, maybe I am, but I'm fifty now and I do what I like. If you don't approve, get out. If you understand me, then stay and I'll make your life beautiful for you. I can afford you two. All I want from you is sex. You only live once, you see."
"That makes sense," said Tony.
"Thank you. Also, this cottage isn't mine. I live in the big house which you can't see because it's dark and the house is being renovated and redecorated. It's mine, of course. So don't think you'll have to live in this hovel for too long. It'll be much nicer up there."
"Oh, well, that's a relief," said Tony with a wink. "We do like a little class."
"You came at a good time," said Lara. "I've been assured that the house will be ready for me by tomorrow and then, in a day or so, I intend to throw a big party to celebrate its revival. Won't that be nice?"
I didn't know whether to believe her or not. Her story sounded like a maid's fantasy to me, an old maid desperate to keep her young lovers. Not that I cared much either way. It had been a long day, I wanted to get some sleep and overcome this sense of fatigue and sexual gluttony. Lara broke out the wine in what I suspected was a last bid to get us horny, but it only made us more tired. At last she gave in and showed us her bed, a king-size affair that folded back into the wall. We were to sleep at either side of her.
She woke us several times during the night with her penile mauling and titanic efforts at arousing us. Each time we did our best to be patient and to explain that the best way for us to get horny was for her to leave us alone. She couldn't help herself. No sooner did we fall asleep than she was pressing her tits or her pussy into our faces or pouncing on our cocks with hands and mouth. Finally Tony's patience ran out. "If you wake me up once more," he told her, "I'm going to knock you out and tie you down and I'm going to get a horse from some stable to fuck you stupid. Understand?" She became all trembly again but she took the hint.
* * *
There was no doubt about it: Lara much preferred Tony over me. She couldn't do enough for him the next morning and whenever he insulted her her pussy ran over and she shook from head to toe. I was glad she had chosen him as her bad boy because that gave me time to check out the estate more closely. Dressed in my shamefully stained pants I wandered out of the cottage after breakfast and headed for the big white house on the hill. It was indeed in the process of being renovated and it did seem as though the workmen were engaged in a mopping-up operation. If Lara had been telling the truth our ship had come in. Tony's plan had worked out once again. It was a strange feeling to look at that splendid mansion and to think that it could be your home for months to come. I wasn't at all sure if I liked the idea.
When I got back to the cottage Tony was fucking Lara as best he could, with her draped over the breakfast table She had knocked down the jam and butter containers and there was stuff all over her face, in her hair and on her hands, and she loved it. Tony had his cock up her ass, debasing her with all his might, and she screamed and laughed and carried on as if it was her birthday. A maid came into the cottage and found them still at it. She didn't flinch. Her mistress had her habits. When Tony and Lara were done the maid cleaned up the table and started her work, packing up Lara's clothes and other items, readying her for the move back to the mansion.
Tony and I went along with the move in a slight daze. Lara had more money than either of us had dared to imagine. The house was more like a palace, all marble and art objects, long staircases with winding banisters, huge windows and beautifully furnished rooms. Tony couldn't hide his excitement. "What did I tell you! We've got it made, buddy, from now on we'll be treated like royalty!"
"More like poodles, I think. That woman is a nut, Tony."
"Nonsense, we can handle her." A staff of maids and valets was busy cleaning up after the workmen and Lara supervised the proceedings with an imperial air. She had someone take our clothes to clean them and we had to stand around naked while she attended to more details. No one paid much attention to us but we felt like fools. Lara walked from room to room, her voice loud and authoritative as she whipped her staff about. Then she came back to us and fondled our limp dicks while surveying the results.
"Mmmmm, you two make me so horny!" she said, rubbing herself up against Tony and caressing my cock. "How about it boys, have you ever fucked on a Louis Quatorze table?" She sat back on the antique and hitched up her skirts to expose her worn pussy. "Come on, can't you get it hard? What weaklings! Look in that drawer over there, you'll find a hollow dildo in it, that ought to help you out." Tony fetched it and strapped it on. I could tell he felt uneasy about that, but the palace made it easy to compromise.
His cock and balls fitted neatly into the contraption and a belt held it about his hips. The thing was several inches longer than his real-life cock and Lara stared greedily at the monster advancing toward her pussy. The plastic knob pushed at her pink, ragged flesh and it parted at once to swallow it whole. For once Tony didn't have to worry about his cock going down before time; but he couldn't feel a thing either.
"Oh Jesus, that feels wonderful!" Lara exclaimed, spread-eagling over the table and bucking her hips obscenely. "Harder, harder, I love it, yes, shove it up me, oh you're so big!" Tony gave me a sidelong glance and continued to bang the artificial cock into her squelching cunt. He wasn't happy about it and he got less happy by the minute. Lara was out of her mind with pleasure and all he did was operate the tool that stirred her up. "Come on, put your back into it! Fling it into me, big boy! Here, Eric, you take over for a while."
"If you insist." I strapped the thing around my ass and fixed my cock and balls so they'd be comfortable inside the dildo. Then, jamming all of it up her in one quick movement, I started to fuck her with fast, regular strokes. I was pushy about it, trying to get in deeper with every down stroke, and Lara appreciated that. She had to hang on to the edges of the table to stop from behind shoved over the side, and the more I forced her to resist the more excited she became.
All over the house people were hard at work to make Lara's life more comfortable and she was behaving like a sexual desperado right in front of them. Tony sat down for a while and watched me ply the dildo. It was good exercise if nothing else. Her cunt strained to contain all that plastic and when I pulled back sharply her pink inner flesh bulged out only to disappear again along with the dildo. "Come over here, honey, you look all lonesome over there," she called out to Tony. Tony came over and she grabbed his cock to pull him closer. "Let me eat you a while, that'll cheer you up, won't it? And you keep fucking me now, Eric, don't get lazy!"
I had never run into a woman like her. The dildo barged in and out of her like a piston and her cunt made slurping noises and juices were running all over the polished surface of the table. Tony stood beside her and let her chew his dick. And with all that going for her, Lara needed more.
"Put it up my ass for a while, but be gentle when you do!"
"Jawohl," I said under my breath. The dildo slipped out, oily and long, and plunged up her asshole. It was no difference, she took it back and front with the same nonchalance. And it was less fun for me because her asshole wasn't so well lubricated, which meant I had to make more of an effort. Tony was good and hard. He never could resist a clever mouth. But I was so far from being hard that I thought my cock must have lost the talent necessary for expansion. The dildo did the job much more efficiently. No wonder Tony had grown so grim while he was making use of it. My back was getting sore. I unstrapped the belt and grabbed hold of the base of the dildo to ram it in and out of her as hard as I could. The horny old bitch loved it.
Together we managed to subdue her rip-roaring lust for a while at least. Tony fucked her face and I fucked both her holes with the dildo until she cried out for mercy. I had been too rough. There was some blood on the marital aid when it was over, and Lara cursed me roundly for making her an invalid. She walked upstairs like a cowboy after a bad fall. Tony shook me by the hand.
Now that the mistress of the house was out of sights the maids grew bolder. "Look at those naked men," I heard one of them say, "don't they have any shame? I've got small tits but at least I have the decency to keep them covered." Another maid laughed and we felt small. They were all looking at us in the course of their work, all of them feeling superior because they performed honest tasks for honest dollars.
"Ah dear," said Tony, falling back on the couch and crossing his legs, "this would be a good time for a drink. Hey, you, James or whatever your name is, get us a couple of cold drinks and some cigarettes. And hurry up about it."
The man he addressed had been one of the more superior of the crew. When Tony snapped his order at him, the man hesitated. "Jump to it, man," I said, "or your job will fall vacant!" That persuaded him. A minute later he was back with our order. The servants stopped making fun of us. We might be a pair of bloodsucking parasites but, since there was no justice in the world, we held the power of unemployment over them. Soon after, our clothes were returned, immaculately cleaned and pressed. Once we were dressed we were able to take a more positive approach toward the servants, particularly the maids.
There was one maid that both of us liked. She was a dark-eyed, red-lipped beauty, sultry, with big hips and enormous tits, long hair, thick lashes, every part of her exuding sensuality. When she walked by us her heavy perfume lay over us like a fog and half-smothered, half-aroused us, while her big hams shifting from side to side did the rest. We had nothing to do so we followed her about the house. She noticed but pretended she didn't care. However, she had a tendency to drop items and pick them up without bending her knees. Each glimpse of her ass, even if it was covered in pantyhose, pumped more blood into our cocks. We were like dogs on the trail of a bitch in heat. She played it coy, we just came sniffing after her, and eventually her trail led into a guest room at the very end of a long corridor, the perfect place in which to trap her. Or for her to trap us!
"What do you boys want?" she said when Tony kicked the door shut. "You better watch out or Miss Lara's gonna have your balls."
"What's your name?" I asked conversationally.
"Monica. Now get out of here, I have work to do." She turned her back on. us and started making the beds. It was crazy for us to pursue this course of action. Lara seemed intent on draining us and the longer we could hold out the more we stood to gain. But Monica was a must. Her dark, sultry eyes had flashed the invitation and we just had to accept. Besides, Lara would never suspect that we had taken out a piece on the side.
I came up behind Monica and ran a hand up the inside of her legs, moving it right up to the crutch of her pantyhose. She turned and smiled faintly but repeated that we should get out of here. "Miss Lara can fire me just like that," she said, snapping her fingers. "She don't care about nothing. So do me a favor."
"I'm trying to," said I, my hand pressing hard into her cunt. "Come on, Monica, my friend and I are both struck dumb by your beauty, we have to have you! Do you want to be raped or seduced?"
"Neither," she said, flattening out a sheet with a great show of efficiency.
"You've only got two choices," said Tony. He stood close beside her so he could touch her water-melon tits. "Make up your mind now, or we'll make the choice for you."
Monica shook her head and kept on making the bed. So she wanted to be raped. My hand was still at her ass and I was on my knees behind her. All I had to do was nudge her with one shoulder and she toppled onto the bed. Tony threw himself on top of her and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled mightily, much more than rd expected her to. Her feet kicked left and right and it took some quick footwork on my part to avoid getting kicked in the balls. "Let me go!" she hissed. "I don't want nothing to do with gigolos. Go on, get out of here!"
"You're tough," said Tony, undoing her buttons. "I like that in a woman, it makes it more challenging. Go on, Monica, keep on struggling. You're making me as hard as a rock." Her tits appeared, great fleshy extrusions supported by a white, lacy bra. Monica didn't know what to do. If she struggled she excited Tony, if she didn't she'd get it anyway. And while she tried to make up her mind Tony took her blouse off and undid her bra. I had her pantyhose around her knees and her shoes off. At that point she decided to go down fighting.
"Let me go, let me gooo-ooo-oooo!!" she screamed. At once Tony's hand went over her mouth, the other one tugged the bra out of the way, and there she was, struggling, her tits billowing from side to side, both nipples riding the waves of flesh like seagulls. She had panties on under the hose. I took them off next. Under the shadows of her skirt I couldn't see much, but the faint tang of cunt and sweat reached my nose and inspired me to explore further. Tony was still on top of her and keeping her quiet, which made getting her dress off a logistical problem. By cooperation we managed to do it. Now that she was naked her struggle became all the more fierce. She bit and kicked and tried to throw us off, but all to no avail. I took off my suit and shirt and then covered her to give Tony a chance to undress. He hung both suits up carefully. Lara would be looking for unnecessary creasing. Pinning Monica down was a pleasure in itself. She would struggle and make it nicer for me. Her tits sloshed against my face and her hairy pussy chafed against my cock. Her soft flesh felt good against my skin, too. The only problem was that she had her feet hooked around each other and it was impossible to prise open her thighs in that condition.
"Let me open sesame," said Tony. He stood behind me and wrenched her feet apart, then pushed so that her legs opened right up and her big, dark-haired cunt showed a little pinkness. In spite of her struggle she was very damp in there. When my hand descended to her cunt and squeezed it she tried to scream again. Holding one hand over her mouth I brought the cunt-stained hand up to her nose and told her to stop being such a hypocrite.
"Look at you, dripping wet, and still you want to make out you're a virgin. Come on, now. Lie back and enjoy it." She glowered at me but when I tried to get my cock into her cunt she reached down and helped me in. That was better. Her cunt was big in proportion but it was tight, especially in comparison with Lara's. And she was such a sexy pudding that I couldn't help but get carried away with her. I fucked her very slowly and concentrated on her tits. My face lay between them and experienced the deep tremors causing the flesh to ripple so sensually. Then, when her nipples were good and hard, I started to suck on them, and that's when the last of her resistance caved in.
My cock lay still inside her pulsating pussy. Her body twitched and writhed so much that she was beating me off vaginally. I gathered both her enormous tits in my hands and pressed my face into them, relishing the soft resilience of her flesh, the bullet hardness of her nipples, and the grateful cries she uttered. Her tits were easily the most sensitive part of her but there was obviously a hotline between her nipples and her cunt. She hugged me to her chest and fucked me with her loins, working her cunt around and up and down my cock until I was on the point of blowing. Quickly I reached down and held her hips still to give myself a breather. Monica kept trying to move, panting and laboring, and it wasn't till my hands moved inward to her pussy that she relaxed a little. My fingers groped about in the damp valley of flesh and hair and located her clitoris. It was big, about half an inch of hard flesh that pushed out from the moist tenderness assertively, demanding special treatment.
With my face in her tits and both hands titillating that large clit I drove her into a whole storm of climaxes without moving my cock an inch. How good she sounded. Her cries were full-bodied and from the heart, long and plaintive wails of passion that built up to complete ecstasy as I stepped up my sucking and fingering. Then, when she grew tremulous and her voice became high-pitched and quavering, I began to fuck. My hands left her cunt, my face came to rest in the hollow of her neck, and my cock pushed in, pulled out, moving with force and vigor. Monica focused herself on my cock. Her cunt grew very wet very quickly and both her hands came down on my ass to press down each time my cock snaked deep into her pussy channel. Her tongue wiggled about in my ear and she breathed words of passion that I could only understand emotionally. Harder, harder, thumping strokes, bumping into her clitoris. I picked her legs up by the backs of her thighs and dug my toes into the bed for better traction. Her cunt was so wide open by now that I hardly felt her flesh, and that was all for the best. My cock was at its peak, sensitive even to the air that escaped from her cunt when I filled it with meat. I was holding back until her voice reached that inaudible pitch; there wasn't long to go. Her melody of ecstasy climbed higher and higher, a few more resounding deliveries and it would be all over for her. There it was, the right note. I bent over her and drove my wad home.
I rolled off as soon as I was through and Tony took my place. Monica was somewhere else, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack, and when Tony mounted her she simply wrapped herself about him and went along with his powerhouse fucking. I sat on the pillows and watched absently. How different it was to fuck Monica. She did it for the love of sex. Women like Lara did it because there was nothing else to live for. Lara would never be satisfied unless someone actually flicked her to death. Monica regarded orgasms as the purpose of life. There she went, blowing off another one, shrilling, shivering, hugging Tony with passion and gratitude, her body working toward the next one. Her body was a lot better than Lara's, too, so voluptuous and firm, pale skin unflawed by freckles, a regular earth mother. Lara wanted to be forever young, so she kept herself tanned and bleached in the hope someone would mistake her for a teenage surfer. What a pity that Monica worked for Lara and not the other way around.
Tony was on the final straight, galloping home with his usual elan. Monica was neck to neck with him, holding on for the big finale. He came, she came, both of them going hell for leather during that final minute, and then collapsing into each other. "Bravo!" I said. Tony grinned and weakly asked for a cigarette. I lit one for them both.
"That was the nicest rape I've ever had," said Monica, joining us unblushingly. She didn't bother with her clothes; in fact, she seemed proud of her big, motherly body. "But I was telling the truth before. If Lara had found you with me -- or if she does -- it'd be my job, maybe yours, too."
"Why, has it happened before?" I asked.
"Oh sure, nobody likes her, so her men friends always get interested in the girls that work here. That's why Lara picks ugly women, you know, women that don't look like her. But her men friends like women with some hips, right?" She jumped on the floor and turned around to shake her big cheeks at us.
"Right!" we yelled. She grinned, stubbed out her cigarette, and put her clothes back on. We had to get off the bed so she could make it, so we got dressed too.
"Before you go," she said when we were all ready to leave. "I'll give you a bit of inside information about Lara. You can't trust her. She's mean as hell. A lot of her men have to borrow money from the servants just to get cigarettes and newspapers. And she's fickle. If she sees another guy that she likes better and that she can wrap around her finger better, out you go."
"That's good to know," said Tony. "But is there anything she likes in particular, just so we can keep her in a good mood?"
Monica shook her head pityingly. "She only likes to get flicked. That woman don't care about nothing else. As long as she got something up her ass or her twat or in her mouth, then she's happy. Take it out and she's looking for a new toy. I've been here three years now and she's had hundreds of men staying over. They all start out like you, confident and looking for an easy buck. But she breaks balls for sport."
She walked out of the room and left us to think things over. "What should we do now?" I asked Tony.
"We'll just have to make the best of it," he said decisively. "I know she's a bitch but we're no angels either. Either we con her or we rip her off, we're not leaving here empty handed."
CHAPTER SIX
The preparations for the party were elaborate. Caterers trucked in tons of food and tons of wine, people fussed over long tables and lights, and wherever we looked there were people arguing over minor details. We withdrew from this bedlam after stealing enough cigarettes and booze to tide us over. We had been with Lars for three days now and it was overly clear that she was going to drain us and discard us in the minimum of time. She had been insatiable, fucking us, masturbating in between, making us use a variety of dildos on her. Now and then we raised the issue of remuneration: new clothes perhaps, or presents, or cold and hard cash? Not a chance. Lara pretended to be hurt. Wasn't it enough that she let us use her body? Was she so ugly that she had to pay us to make love to her? She outfoxed us in every way... but we were learning.
While Lara was occupied with seating arrangements and other earthshaking matters, Tony and I toured through the house and looked it over for valuables. She had paintings and sculptures, of course, but they were too bulky. We wanted something nice and compact, like a diamond or a roll of hundred-dollar bills. She was too cunning to keep items of that sort lying around. We found a safe, a massive, solid steel affair festooned with burglar alarms. I was starting to think that Lara had had many bitter experiences with men in the past.
"I'm beginning to hate the rich," said Tony at the end of the tour.
"Don't judge them all by Lara," I said. "I'm told some of them are acutely stupid."
"That's encouraging." A few of the guests had already arrived and were being shown to the guest rooms. This was to be a weekend bash. For the occasion Lara had had our suits cleaned. We looked like two goody-goody twins in those white suits, and Tony suggested we should hold hands wherever we went. But our self-esteem was bolstered when a sweet young girl rushed up to us and asked how long we'd been Lara's lovers.
"Three days," I replied, seeing no point in lying.
"Three days! Oh wow, you two must be her steadies! She never keeps guys longer than a day or two. They can't take her pace!" And she left. She wasn't the only one who was impressed. We were the object of many a thoughtful look from the women guests. Lara's reputation was known to all. Rapacious, nymphomaniac, perverse, and cruel, so if we could last the distance we really had to be hot stuff. If only they knew. Lara had been too busy all that day to cut out her pound of flesh from us.
When enough guests had arrived and Lara was fully dressed, she came downstairs and took us by the arm to have us lead her into the large hall where the cocktails were being served. "You two will stay with me all evening," she whispered as she smiled and nodded at her guests. "I don't want any of those sluts to tire you out!" That was a blow. Tony and I had waxed enthusiastic over many of the women attending this party. Starlets, beautiful divorcees, five-hundred-dollar hookers, sensual and lonely dowagers with money coming out of their ears, it was all laid on like a huge banquet for gigolos. And Lara was going to spoil it all for us!
We mingled for the first hour. Tony refilled Lara's glass whenever it was near empty, and she was so busy that she didn't notice. She talked with everyone, the perfect hostess, and since we had to be at her side we got a very close look at all the women present. I ached for youth. Lara's old, soft flesh made me retch. I wanted the youngest-looking women in the gathering and there were some who looked fifteen, sixteen, fresh little girls with high tits and big eyes, talking with men whose erections showed through their pants. All the old men were after their springtime asses, how would I get to one? Lara hung around my neck like an albatross. She was getting pretty drunk but she was a tough old harridan. Tony kept refilling her glass and she downed them with ease.
Dinner came next and then everyone would dance to the sounds of two live bands, one a reggae, the other easy listening. During the dinner Lara tried to give me a handjob. I wanted to keep myself so I knocked her hand away. She tried Tony and he didn't want any part of it. Lara was getting peeved. In the course of a polite conversation with an eminent politician sitting opposite her, she jacked off under the table. Every now and then she looked at me hungrily and showed me how she had four fingers up her cunt. I felt like throwing up.
Tony was raring to get at a beautiful, fragile oriental girl who was making narrow eyes at him from the far side of the table. I had spotted a busty teenybopper with an old, disgruntled man at her side. Lara was becoming a positive pest. He and I looked at each other in despair. How could we dispose of her? Tony, as always, found the solution. He picked up a bottle of hard liquor and, while everyone was looking at the easy listening band and applauding, he dragged Lara under the table and jammed the mouth of the bottle into hers. She couldn't help but drink, it was either that or drown. Half the bottle disappeared before Tony gave her a break. Lara passed out soon after. "There, she won't remember a thing about this with any luck," he said. Dinner was over. The guests saw Lara lolling in her chair and assumed she had exceeded her quota. No one cared. The reggae band struck up and impelled everyone to dance. Tony and I made beelines for our targets.
On the way to the teenybopper an older woman took me by the arm. She looked very familiar for some reason but I was in too much of a hurry. She said something about seeing her later at breakfast, and I said rd be sure to. The teenybopper sat on a bench with the old guy. I asked her to dance and she seemed very relieved.
"Aren't you one of Lara's boys?" she asked as we went into our white version of dancing, ignoring the beat of reggae as much as possible.
"Yes. Who's that old fellow, your chaperone?"
"In a way. He's my husband." I stared at her, in disbelief. "You think I'm joking?" she said. "We were married three months ago, here's my ring."
"Lucky you," I said. I drew her closer and she didn't back off. Her hair was a golden yellow color and it streamed down her shoulders, smooth as flax. She wore an evening gown, strapless, and when she moved in a certain way the stiff cups of the dress moved forward a little and exposed the deliciously full form of her tits. I rested my hands on her waist, just low enough to feel the fluent motions of her rising and falling buttocks. That guy was lucky to get such a young girl. Why did he look so sour? I asked her that question and she just shrugged. "You won't tell me?" I asked.
"Oh, why not," she said, looking down at the ground. "He's pissed off because I'm frigid. But I can't help it. That's just the way I am!"
"Frigid? What do you mean, you don't enjoy getting laid?"
"I hate it," she whispered. "I can't even stand him to touch me between my legs. As soon as his hand goes down there I want to scream!"
"That is a problem," I said gravely, "but not incurable."
"Oh, you can cure it?" she said sarcastically.
"If you give me a chance, yes. But you're already dismissing me as just another man who cares about only one thing in life. That's not true, Jenny, I'd really like to help you."
She thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "But my husband has to be there. I don't want to cheat on him."
"Whatever you say." He was drunk enough to agree to my proposition and followed us up to one of the rooms clutching a bottle. I didn't really like the idea of Jenny's husband hanging around, especially since I had no idea how to cure frigidity. But I wanted her, needed her young body to restore my faith in feminine pulchritude! Once inside the room, the husband made himself comfortable in an easy chair and Jenny asked me what she ought to do first.
"First we turn out all the lights," I said, "and we lock the door and draw the curtains. Then you and I get on the bed and you relax."
"That sounds all right... doesn't it, Bert?"
"Yeah, yeah," said the husband, taking a long swig from the bottle. "Anything. Just put a match to her pilot light, that's all I ask."
The lights were off, the room was pitch black, and the two of us met in the center of the bed. My sensory nerves were extra active now that my eyes were useless. Hands ran over her bare shoulders and experienced her flesh fully. Jenny sat still, waiting for magic. Because I couldn't see her facial expression I had no way of knowing if she was about to scream or if she was enjoying my timid caresses. Well, what if she did scream? Her husband was too stoned to avenge her honor.
Thus emboldened, I tugged at the front of her dress and brought it down to her navel. My hands slid up until they bumped into her tits, so firm and full that I just had to squeeze them! They were perfectly formed and high-tipped, that much I could tell in the dark. They were also sensitive. Her hand came up and pushed mine away. "Don't, I hate that!" she hissed.
"Then take off all your clothes," I said.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Positive." My hands were still tingling from the brief contact they'd had with her teenage tits. I got out of my clothes as best I could, and the rustling from her side of the bed told me she was doing the same. Bert was snoring. The darkness wasn't so exclusive now. I could make out her form and the parts of her she didn't like to have touched. We faced each other, sitting on our knees, hands by our sides. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She liked that just fine.
Her lips were soft and full, just like the rest of her. Mine forced hers apart, very slowly, digging into her to get at her tongue. It took her a while to catch on but once she understood the objective her tongue joined in with mine right away. Her breath felt good against my cheek and a long strand of her golden hair caressed my face. My erection was complete. Now all I had to do was to make the rest of her body accessible. I tried to move in so that my body pressed into hers, but she went rigid at once. When I backed off our kissing could continue, and a moment later she was all heat and passion again. The mouth, then, was the only safe part of me. In that case I would have to kiss her all over!
She tried to keep my mouth from leaving hers, eagerly poking her tongue down my throat and following my face around. But by means of a subterfuge I got at her neck and once my lips brushed down her smooth skin she became like a cat getting stroked in the right place. Her head moved to one side and a tiny cry escaped her as my mouth traveled down to her shoulder. I made it down to her nipples, kissing them one after the other without the least interference. Jenny moaned as my tongue wrapped itself around her hard little bullets and her tits moved toward me eagerly for more. But she didn't try to touch me or encourage me to be more forward. She remained sitting with her legs folded under her, hands supporting her on the bed, and enjoying my kisses with all her heart.
Down further. I was loath to leave the perfect tits but I had to see how far she would let me go. It was hard to kiss her belly when no other part of me was allowed to touch her person, but I managed. Smooth and hard she was, all the way down to her navel, at which point her flesh pushed out a little and became soft. Soon after, the first pubic hairs brushed against my chin. And Jenny loved it! My lips were tugging at her hairs and my tongue was fully extended to get at her split before she could actually change her position to make further exploration possible. But she definitely approved, that was the main thing.
Through my mouth I was able to experience her in all her splendor. That young pussy opened up for me and fresh juices seeped out to fill my mouth with what my taste buds had been craving. Jenny kept her legs well apart for me. It sounded as if she was having little climaxes but I couldn't be sure in the dark. Bert snored. I kissed my way down to her thighs, leaving her cunt against my will. Jenny protested. "Keep eating me," she said, "that'll do it, you know, you'll cure me that way. I could feel it melting, honestly I could."
"Let's just make sure," I said, kissing and licking the supple thighs and going down past her knees to neutral territory. Jenny was getting desperate. Her cunt bobbed up and down in the dark and I wondered why she didn't do a little fingering to keep herself quiet. "Don't you ever play with yourself?" I asked.
"Never," was the answer. "Please eat me again, Eric. Don't you want to cure me?"
"In a minute," I said, kissing her toes. "Don't you enjoy this? I do. I could do it all night long, in fact. I'm crazy about toes." Her toes were no different from mine, smaller perhaps, but just as asexual. Still I continued to eat and suck them while she grew more and more impatient. When she was about to lose her temper I reached for her pussy with one outstretched finger. She saw it coming. Her cunt stopped bobbing and the room went still for a moment. The very tip of my finger came to rest on her pubic pelt. Her body grew taut. At once I flung myself headlong into her pussy, licking it with all my might until she was relaxed again and headed for ecstasy.
I ate her as if she was a cream pie. My teeth dug into her tender flesh, my lips pulled at her clitoris and labia, and sometimes I sucked all of her teenage twat down between my teeth and harried it until she was yelling her head off. That was the moment I chose to touch her cunt with both hands. She didn't notice. A finger slipped into her pussy. Still no reaction. My mouth was tugging at her flesh and my tongue lapped at her clitoris, making her writhe and convulse like a madwoman. Two fingers pushed into her cunt. She actually started to pulse up and down so that the digits were taken in deeper. I kept on distracting her for as long as my jaw muscles could stand it, eating voraciously and licking abrasively. Jenny was so near to a major orgasm that she couldn't breathe. I drew my face back and just fingered her flat out.
"Eat, eat, eat!" she groaned, tossing from side to side. "Oh Eric, it feels so nice, EAT ME ERIC, OH GOD NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET IT AWAY, DON'T IT'S AWFUL, AWFUL, I HATE IT, OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GET IT OUT, OH-OH-OOOHH FUCK ME ERIC!!" I fell on top of her and shoved my cock into that tight, hot pussy. She didn't get frightened, she didn't seize up; Jenny started to fuck back with that urgent, intemperate lack of rhythm so common in girls her age. She couldn't control her pelvic staccato, she didn't know that her nails were cutting me to ribbons, all she could do was yell and writhe and hope for the best. My cock plunged deep into her and stayed there while my hips pushed forward and further forward, rubbing my pubes against her clitoris and tickling her innards until she came with explosive force. "What's going on here?" the lights went on and Bert blinked his eyes as he tried to see who was making all the noise. "Jenny, is that you yelling? What's he doing, hurting you?"
"Oooooohhhh, noooooo!" she groaned, running her fingers through my hair. "No, he's not hurting me, Bert. Why don't you leave the room for a while?"
"You mean you're cured? Hey, great, baby! You can get off now, fella, I'll take over from here on in."
"Wait a minute," I said. I reached under her and pressed her cheeks together so hard that her cunt contracted around my cock. Then I started to fuck wildly, just banging it up her any old way, out for my satisfaction only. Bert seemed not to like what I was doing, but it was too late. The cream gushed out and I got off. "There you are," I said, slapping Jenny on the rump, "all broken in." Bert was already undressed and on top of her in a flash. He didn't care about my smart cracks. And Jenny, my patient, showed signs of regressing already.
I left them to it. The party was getting rough by this time. There were couples and triples everywhere, playing with each other, fucking, or just getting hopelessly drunk. Both the bands were playing, jamming with each other. The catering staff had given up trying to keep up with the demand for potables. They sat around drinking the stuff themselves. I tried to locate Tony but neither he nor that oriental piece were to be seen. Lara was where we had left her, slumped in her chair and missing all the fun.
The woman who had spoken to me earlier, approached me again. "Do you have a moment now?" she asked in a purring tone of voice. "I would so like to talk with you and your friend about... business."
"Business? Yes, sure, talk on," I said.
"Well, I thought you two might like to join me on my yacht. Lara is such a bitch and awfully tight-fisted, so I thought you'd enjoy a change."
"What is your name?" I asked. "I keep getting this feeling that I've seen you before."
"Madelyn Murdoch," she said.
"Of course! That's why I couldn't remember. I know you so well that I couldn't accept it really was you. I've seen all your movies, I used to play hookey just to see you take off your dress! Remember how that used to be a big deal? There you were in your bra, panties, and a slip, and the whole balcony was jerking off!"
"Please, let's not get chronological," she said, looking around in case anyone had heard my out-burst. "Talk with your friend and let me know your answer soon. This party is an awful bore. I would like to leave."
"Sit here and I'll try to find him." I had a fair idea where Tony would be. The first room I checked was Lara's, and there he was, lying royally on the enormous bed while the delicately beautiful Chinese girl ate his cock. I admired her for a moment, taken in by her softly rounded ass and the sparsely haired brown cunt lips pushing out from between her thighs as she bent over Tony's hard member; but then I had to tell him the news. He listened attentively in spite of the fine things she was doing for him, and when he heard that it was Madelyn Murdoch herself who wanted to rent us he almost jumped off the bed.
"Tell her yes, yes, yes!" he yelled. "Oh, sorry baby, I didn't mean to pull out. Yeah, that's a real break. She's supposed to be made of money. When does she want to leave?"
"Right away."
"Shit. Hey baby, give me your number, we'll finish this later." The oriental shook her head and took her clothes. She left the room without a back-ward glance. "Oh well," sighed Tony, struggling with his clothes, "you can't please everyone, so it's best to please the ones with money. She is just another starlet trying to blow her way into the big time."
We presented ourselves to Madelyn and she nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. Let's go, this party is very depressing." The chauffeur was waiting at the side of her limousine. He gave us a knowing wink and opened the door for us all. Tony sat on one side of the former sex symbol and I sat at her other. She rested her hands on our knees and told the chauffeur to head for the yacht.
The man drove fast, too fast for our liking. I wanted some time to rest up and I'm sure Tony's oriental debauch had put him out of action for a while, too. Madelyn caressed our thighs while staring straight ahead. How well I knew that profile. The delicate bone structure, the innocent yet wanton eyes, the full lips that had once haunted my dreams, and the full slope of her bosom that had driven me to fuck my fist over and over during my adolescence. I kept getting scenes from her movies, especially the one where she had shown more flesh than was permitted by conventional standards. Once she was lying on a towel, quite nude, and the camera had been aimed so that the beginning of her ass was visible. All of us boys urged the cameraman to track back a little so we could enjoy the full rise of her flesh, but the man was a disciple of Eisen stein. And then, just as we began to despair, Madelyn lifted the side nearest the camera, and for one ecstatic second we got to see her tits and some shadowy configurations that might well have been pubic hair! All we schoolboys were anxious for the movie to end so we could rush off home and fuck her in the solitude of our rooms.
And now she was sitting right beside me, her hand resting casually on my lap, those famous tits heaving just inches from my face. Sure, she was a few years older and her fame had diminished with the coming of hardcore, but a large part of my adolescence was still tied in with her. Never mind the rest! I wanted to take her right there in the back-seat of her limousine! She could tell. My cock was hard under her hand and she smiled at me just as she had smiled at all of us from the silver screen, sexy, promising the world. I reached for her tits and she let me fondle her for a while. Then she tapped my hand and told me to wait till we were home.
Tony hadn't been much of a movie-goer in those days of hairy palms and blue balls. He'd been fucking long before he gave me my start with one of his used girlfriends. But he knew who Madelyn was and he knew that a million men lusted after her at any given time of the day. If I knew him, he'd be getting horny over that fact alone. Sure enough, Madelyn bestowed the same kind of smile upon him and fondly patted his bulge.
"Lara is going to be furious," she said happily, "but it's time someone paid her back. And now I have two loaded six-guns -- could you step on it, Wilson?" The chauffeur nodded and the car's nose rose slightly to cut through the night all the more rapidly. "Did you really used to get excited over my movies?" she asked me. "Or were you just saying that to make me feel good all over?"
"Every time I saw your movies I starched the sheets," I said, and I proceeded to tell her about the scene I had remembered. Madelyn grew flushed during the story, she sat closer to me and grabbed hold of my arm to stop herself from shaking. "We used to dream about your tits," I said, "me and all my schoolmates. You don't know what you did to us. All of us had visions of big white puddings topped by pink nipples swimming about behind our eyes, soft and warm, pliant, just like they are now." My hand slipped down her decolletage. "All, there they are and they feel better than any of us could have imagined. Do you know how much sperm has been shed over these seemingly innocuous appendages? Gallons and gallons, all sacrificed for the sake of your glorious body. Let me take them out, they don't deserve to be hidden from view. Oh Jesus, I think I'm going to blow in my pants out of sheer habit!"
"Don't do that!" she said with some alarm, referring to me wasting any more of my cream. But she let me take her tits out of her evening gown, and she seemed as excited by them as Tony and I were. They were a splendid pair, full and ripe, white as snow and the nipples were as pink as ever they had been in my imagination. They weren't quite as perfect, though, because instead of being fluted they were quite blunt and one had a tiny cleft in the middle as if it was a Siamese twin. Tony and I took a tit each and hung off her like pups off a bitch. Madelyn wrapped her arms about our necks and held us close. As one Tony and I reached down to her knees and started to lift the ankle-length gown up inch by inch. Madelyn didn't seem to notice. Her eyes had a faraway look in them, as though she was imagining all those onanistic boys going crazy over her body in those good old days. The gown reached her knees and now we moved our hands up her inner thighs, working as one, sucking her tits as one, determined to pay her back for all the blissful agony she had caused us and our fellow pubescents.
When I touched her cunt I felt as though the mysteries of sex had suddenly unfolded before my eyes. Never, not even in my most febrile dreams, had I thought about her cunt. In those days I had no idea what a pussy looked like so it was a missing piece. But I had been aware that it was there, an instinctual or atavistic pussy-awareness, amorphous, cloying, and breathtaking. Now I had found the source of it all. Of course she wore no underwear, what sex symbol did? Her cunt was a long slit in pulvinated flesh, with downy hair growing richly along both sides of the valley. My finger slipped inside the moist enclosure between her labia and my cock threatened to burst out of my pants. Her dress was still in the way so I could only sense her vaginal dimensions with my hands, but who needed more? I felt as though one glimpse of her cunt would be overkill. My mouth clung to her nipple and sucked and nibbled at it dutifully, but my concentration was all on that warm, moist pussy, and my hand contended with Tony's for the choicest parts of it.
Madelyn looked like a queen bee on Mother's Day. She kept hugging us by the neck, pressing our faces deep into her marvelous tits. They stuck out a long way, yet they weren't the telescopic type of tits, the kind that you feel like stringing a swing between. They started high up her chest and the foundation extended from her armpits to the breast-bone, big and firm tits, nature's original model that's been so badly abused since. They were tits that you could lose yourself in and we would have if her cunt hadn't been so... well, total! Just feeling her up was better than fucking most women. Madelyn relaxed into our caresses and sat forward so we could get at the rest of her. Her dress rode up her thighs and when I glanced down now I could see a few tufts of pubic hair sticking out. My self-control was rapidly giving out. Those tufts beckoned me imperiously. I couldn't refuse. And so I abandoned her beautiful tits to slip down to my knees and eat her right there in the back of her limousine. Tony obligingly withdrew his hand and concentrated on her tits so I could eat her with gusto. And Madelyn, intent on doing her bit, spread her legs wide and pushed her pussy at me until she was almost off the seat.
In the flashing light of passing street lamps I caught strobe-like glimpses of her cunt. It was blonde, which was a relief, dark blonde and her hair grew naturally wild except that it had been trimmed around the edges so she could pose and wear bikinis. The slit of her flesh was quite bare, as though the hair had been worn away there. I sat on my knees and let my tongue take little stabs at her inner flesh, moving back to get her into focus again, and then digging in once more just to prepare her for the real onslaught. She could hardly wait. Madelyn was more than just a sex symbol, she was a sex bomb!
At last I let my face rest between her ineffable thighs and just ate her out with passion. No finesse, no tricks, I ate her cunt as a whole and she loved it. Her juices tasted finer than anyone's, richer somehow and more piquant, but that could have been my imagination. I couldn't forget that this was the Madelyn Murdoch, that these were the cheeks that had made me squeeze my popcorn container till it busted open. My hands were under her ass to give her more leverage, feeding her pussy into my face, and feeling that soft, deep flesh at the same time. I made a mental note to thank Tony later. Without his dogged persistence I wouldn't be here eating the most expensive and adulated pussy in the world.
The car came to a stop halfway through my cuntal feast. I didn't want to move. My face was deep in between her labia, moving from side to side so that her ample juices would cover my countenance, and my tongue was deep into the pulsating channel of her cunt giving as good as it got. "Oh Wilson!" Madelyn said in an uncertain voice, "Do make sure everyone is tucked in before we come on board!"
"Certainly, madam." She let me eat her for a few more minutes and then, resolutely, she pulled away from me. Her gown was rolled up about her waist now, she might as well have been naked. Tony had taken off his suit and was left only wearing a shirt. She'd been giving him a mild hand job while he sucked her tits. And I didn't know what was happening any more. We walked out into the cool night air toward the gangplank and I almost missed it by several feet. Madelyn pulled me back from the watery chasm and led me into her cabin.
It was a big boat and there Seemed to be a lot of doors that we had to pass on the way to the quarters of the queen. I didn't give it any more thought, though. Madelyn walked ahead of me, her dress still crumpled about her waist and her full, white cheeks flounced from side to side as she walked. Delicious! I placed the palms of my hands on her ass to feel the motion. She turned around and smiled, then unlocked the door and admitted us to her quarters. The lights went on, the door was locked again, and the three of us faced each other with bated breath. First of all I took off my clothes. They made me too uncomfortable and sticky. Tony disposed of his shirt, Madelyn let her dress fall to the floor. Now that we were naked there were no more barriers left. Tony moved to one side of her and I took the other, caressing, fondling, fingering, working my cock against her thigh and squeezing her fit, her ass, working the side of my hand into the cleft of her ass until my index finger found her cunt hole and got sucked inside.
"Oh dear, you boys make me feel crazy!" Madelyn giggled. "Careful, now, you'll make me attack you. Ooohhh, what are you doing!" She laughed and tried to wriggle out of our grasp, but both of us had a finger up her pussy and she couldn't go far. Tony and I started to finger-fuck her quite deliberately, trying to bring her up to our level of excitement. My cock was bursting at the seams, desperate to invade this fabled body. Only our experience with Lara made us hang back until the woman reached her critical phase. We didn't want to be saddled with hollow dildos again. Madelyn was in full sail. We managed to get onto her big bed where we could continue our double fingering in greater comfort. She lifted her legs high and wide and we snuck inside their reach to jam our fingers into the livid pink pussy and take her up to at least cloud eight. When she was high enough Tony gave me the wink that meant she was in for a Tony & Eric Special. He went first, lying by her side and working his cock into her from behind her thigh so that it went in sideways. Madelyn clamored for more. Now it was my turn. I took up the opposite position to Tony's, on her right side and the back of my cock pressed against the back of his. My hand was under her ass and squeezing her flesh in such a way as to open her pussy right up. "It hurts!" she moaned, doing her utmost to give me an easier passage into her body. "You're both too big, the pain is terrible, don't stop!"
My knob put the pressure on her cunt hole until her ragged pink flesh stretched far enough to admit me. Tony and I coordinated our movements as best we could under the circumstances. Now and then I had to stop to let my cock settle down a bit. It was all too much for me to see my sex symbol crying out, moaning, sweating, and handling her own tits to keep her passions in balance. But the challenge gave me strength. I kept pushing my dick up and up until our cocks were level and buried right up her. Then, with practiced movements, we started to do the Special, in and out together, fucking her in unison so that she got two for the price of one. Madelyn appreciated our ingenuity. Her legs were arched over our laboring bodies and both her hands were down on her cunt to stretch her cunt flesh and flex it so that her clitoris wouldn't be left out. She cooperated with us on every stroke, moaning a melody of passion through her clenched teeth and rolling her head from side to side as tiny orgasms exploded in her belly. She made us both feel good and superpotent, so we fucked harder and started to introduce a few variations on the theme.
Whenever Tony pulled back I pushed further in and vice versa, to make her cunt a center for unruly cocks. This required some skill since one cock could easily push the other one out, but we had done it before. Madelyn couldn't believe it. She even sat up a little way and watched as our cocks pushed in and out in contrapuntal time, moving like pistons and giving her more than she had bargained for. She fell back and now she was well on the way. Her body was shaking violently, her hands tried to play with her tits but she couldn't coordinate her motions. As our cocks barged in and out and stretched her flesh, she started groaning and yelling loudly, hoarsely, egging us on and expressing her feelings at the top of her lungs. We worked at it, suppressing our own violent desires to ejaculate our virility into her distended cunt.
"MY GOD, TWO OF THEM!" she yelled at one point. "SO BIG, SO STRONG, UNH, HARDER, AAAAAHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS, COME NOW, COME IN ME, BLOW IT ALL UP MY CUNT, MY CUNT, MY CUNT, SLIME ALL OVER IT, YESSSSSSSSS CREAM IN ME, I WANT TO FEEL YOU BLOW IN ME, OH JESUS I CAN FEEL IT AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" We were happy to oblige her. Our sperm ricocheted against her cunt walls and she clamped her cunt tightly about our cocks as if to squeeze the rest out. At the end she looked a little disappointed. "That wasn't much cream," she said, "but I suppose that bitch Lara milked you dry. It was a lovely fuck, though, I've no complaints about that... only I love to have men come in me, I don't know why. Perhaps you two should stay in your cabins for a couple of days and store it up. Would you mind?"
"A couple of days?" we said dubiously.
"Yes, just until your balls are good and full. Anyway," she said, seeing more doubt on our faces, "you have no choice. While we were fucking, the yacht set out to sea. You're now getting close to the outskirts of the marina, so unless you want to swim for it... "
"Okay, you win." She smiled and rang for Wilson to come and show us to our quarters. Tony and I were a little crestfallen. If the Special couldn't make her our slave, what could? We had several days to think up a better one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Over the next few days we found out more about Madelyn's entourage than we cared to know. First we discovered the entire crew was male, young, and criminally handsome. Second, she kept about ten young guys in all the comforts of life and each one had his specialty. Madelyn was, for all her sexiness, a heartless creature. She cared no more about our minds than we did for hers. While the yacht was at sea she liked to walk around naked, although she avoided the sun at all costs, and with her was a pack of young men just waiting to be selected to perform some perversity on her. She had developed peculiar habits due to wealth. When she sat down to eat she liked a man to kneel between her legs and reverently lick her pussy all through the meal. And she hated to go to the bathroom alone. Wherever she went a man had to come along, always poised to take care of her needs, whether it was to wipe her pussy after a piss or to offer his cock to her for dessert. We wouldn't have minded that so much, it was our enforced inactivity that made us chafe at the bit.
For two days on end we weren't allowed to do anything but sit on deck, lie in the sun, and drink grape juice. Madelyn imagined that increased the production of sperm. Now and then she would stop by and give our cocks a couple of tugs to see how quickly they got hard. If it wasn't instantaneous it wasn't good enough. In a way it was nice to have a rest but I still hadn't expended my infatuation for her. I wanted to do more to her, to have her eat me, to jack off between her tits, to fuck her back and front. Only then would I be able to rest. Tony's worries lay elsewhere.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," he said as we lounged in deck chairs and watched the ocean passing by. "Madelyn is as miserable as Lara and she has more mouths to feed to boot. We're not providing for our futures, Eric."
"You're right... the competition is too heavy. Look at them." The parade passed us by, all those young men following the naked Madelyn about and doing their best to flex the right muscles to attract her attention. After our rest cure was over, would we have to join that troop of clowns? I couldn't see it. The trouble was, we had pulled our rabbit out of the hat on the first night. We should have strung her along a little, made her wait for the Special, and then we could have sprung it on her when she was least expecting it.
"How are your balls coming along?" she said, stopping to squeeze them. "Mmm, nice and swollen, good, it won't be long now. All men should be like Andre here. He produces sperm by the bucket full at a moment's notice. Show them, Andre." She lay on the deck and Andre stood over her. He was a skinny, dark brown guy with startlingly blond hair and blue eyes, a classical California beach bum, and he had a cock the size of Popeye's forearm. A few strokes made it hard. He bent forward so that the swollen knob pointed directly at Madelyn's tits. She squirmed about under him, licking her lips and squeezing her tits, egging him on and flushing with expectation. She really was a cream-freak. Andre jerked harder. The other guys stood around and looked bored.
"Come on, everybody!" she shouted suddenly. "You too, Tony and Eric, forget about the rest cure for a while, everybody jack off on me! Oh Jesus, yes, do it, do it, slime all over me, form a circle, I want to be covered in it, I want to drown in it!" She kept gibbering on in that vein while we stood around and beat our meat over her. I wanted to fuck her so badly, so desperately, but I knew my advances would be rejected. A couple of her beaus were muscle boys, immense specimens who could snap me in two between thumb and fingers. Better to obey orders. Madelyn moved around on the deck, her expression alternating between fright and ecstasy, waiting for those cocks to disgorge their white dollops over her pure white skin, for men to defile her, debase her, cover her in the whey-smelling goo. Andre was the first to shoot, and I had to admit he was good. A great spurt arched through the air and landed with a soft splash on her tits. Madelyn screamed and promptly rubbed it into her skin. Other men were blowing now. With my eyes fixed on her moving, hairy cunt I couldn't help joining in. Her pussy had dominated my mind ever since that first night when she had been so generous with it. And now, seeing it twitch and flex before me, so succulent and edible, I empathized too much and at once my sperm blurted out in large, stringy dollops that joined in with the rain of cream. She was out of her mind with pleasure. Her hands kept smearing the stuff about until it seemed to soak away through her pores, and it wasn't until the last deposit had been made that she stood up and rubbed herself against our naked bodies.
"Delicious!" she breathed, thanking us all with a moment's body contact. "Now you all rest up and get a new batch ready for mama." She flounced down the deck and disappeared into the crew's quarters. The other guys drifted off and soon Tony and I were alone again.
"I wonder where this boat is headed for," he said after a long pause. "Do you think it's going south?"
"Unless the sun has moved, yes. I heard one of the guys say we were headed for Bermuda or some place like that. It doesn't matter, though, it all means we're trapped in her hive."
"We have two possible courses of action," said Tony, "one being that we take it as easy as possible and ignore her for the duration of the trip. The other is that we take her by surprise and force her to see that we're the prize studs on this tub."
"I think we should do both. But we have to be subtle about it. Those heavies she employs could easily throw us over the side and we would never be heard of again."
"That would ruin posterity," said Tony. "No, they wouldn't do that. Let's take her by surprise when we're good and ready, knock her down and rape her until she cries uncle. Women like her want to be raped. They do everything to provoke their men and if they don't come , through they despise them. Madelyn is one of those. We'll subdue her and then she'll be ours to do with as we please. Why, she'll be signing books full of blank checks if we want her to!"
"Right," I laughed, "and she'll be begging to squander her fortune on our whims. I believe you, Tony, anything you say is the truth. Now when do we make our move?"
"Why not tonight?" That was as good a time as any. Until then we could relax and watch the ocean waves. For all the little drawbacks, this way of life suited us. Sitting on deck, sipping cool drinks and smoking small cigars, no money worries, no problems with the wardrobe. If only Madelyn would set up a bank account for us in which to deposit fat weekly checks! Then we'd really be able to relax.
At dinner we drank a fair amount of red wine. Madelyn had her own table and the boys of the evening were allowed to sit with her, one or two at a time. Her choice for that evening were Andre the beach bum, and another guy, who had big, slit-liver lips. Obviously he was her cunt-sucking favorite. The rest of the guys would return to their quarters or the recreation room after dinner. We went to the recreation room ostensibly to play ping pong, but what we really wanted to do was keep an eye on Madelyn's door. The moment her two men left we wanted to start preparing ourselves.
In the course of the evening we got talking with a few of the other guys. The morale on board was fairly high because Madelyn distributed her favors equally; even if she was cruel, she was just. None of them, as it turned out, had money in the bank or owned anything more than the clothes on their backs. Madelyn kept them on a short leash. But because they were all old fans of hers and because none of them had any career objectives, they were more than happy to go along with the joy ride. We found their lack of ambition deplorable.
At about eleven the two chosen lovers left Madelyn's quarters and at the same time most of the guys retired to their rooms. The lights were dimmed. Only the rushing sound of water and the faint hum of the engines disturbed the peace. We drank some more red wine and bided our time. At midnight we fetched the ropes from our cabin and snuck toward the queen's quarters. There was no light showing through the keyhole. She'd had a hard day, the poor dear. The door was unlocked and we snuck in as quiet as mice. A small bolt on the inside of it was slipped into place and our next task was to make sure she couldn't give out the alarm. Madelyn was a willful creature, not the kind who would welcome intrusions of this kind, and the last thing we wanted was a tussle with her muscle freaks.
I had the gag ready. In the darkness I made my way to her bed and felt about gingerly until I found her head. Then I grabbed her and pressed the gag into her mouth and told Tony to switch on the light. Madelyn was furious but before she could start to protest I had the gag taped to her mouth and Tony had wrapped the rope about her ankles and tied her to the bed posts. Next he fastened her wrists into position, and there she was, the queen bee rendered helpless.
It was clever of us to gag her. She was mad enough to kill! Her night gown was twisted about her legendary body and her bed bore the traces of earlier sporting. There was a white stain of come about her lips and her pussy was probably full of the stuff. If we were going to rape her we wanted a fresh start. Tony went into the bathroom and returned with one of those disposable douches. I tore her nightgown off and held her cunt lips open for him to insert the sensually shaped plastic bottle. Madelyn shook her head in disbelief at such bad manners. The douche emptied up her and then the fragrant fluid washed back out along with the foreign sperm bodies.
"That's better," said Tony, discarding the empty container. "I hate sloppy seconds. In fact, I like a pussy to be nice and dry. Give me that blow-dryer Eric, and we'll make her like the Sahara desert." I passed it over to him and sat by as he switched it on and directed the flow of hot air at her cunt. If looks could kill we would have been reduced to a smouldering heap of ashes. Marilyn twisted about in her bonds to get away from the hot blast but Tony merely followed her about until she gave up. I continued to hold her cunt hole open for him, happy in my work even though I preferred her good and wet.
"How's that?" said Tony, switching the dryer off and inserting his finger up her. "Ah, good, that's how I like my women, dry as a bone. Now I'm going to fuck you." His cock was rock hard when he pointed it at her pussy and Madelyn flinched when he tried to shove it up her. The dryness of her cunt made her as tight as a virgin. Tony had to strain to get his knob up her. It was painful for her, blissful for him. He sucked in his cheeks and clenched his teeth as he worked his cock into that dry pussy, past the erotic resistance of her flesh into that moist cavity behind.
I sat by and conserved my energies till he was done. He was enjoying himself completely, fucking her with his usual vigor, but Madelyn was too angry to respond. She lay perfectly still and let him do his business. Only when he blew his load into her did she show signs of excitement, but they lasted for only a second. "Ah, that was terrific," said Tony, dismounting. "Now she's all yours. Just think, Madelyn Murdoch herself is your personal toy. What are you going to do to her first?"
"I don't know," I said. "There's so much I want to do that I hardly know where to begin. But I'd like to excite her first. What do you suggest?"
"I know just the thing." Tony went back into her bathroom and came back with a massager. "This was just lying around at the side of the tub," he said with a sly wink, "so I figure it's her favorite toy. Why don't you try it out on her?"
"Good idea." It was a peculiar device. I had to slip my hand into a strap that was tied to a vibrating mechanism covered in rubber spikes. When Tony plugged it in it started to buzz and Madelyn turned pale. She shook her head and tried to break the bonds restraining her ankles. I put the massager to her pussy very lightly and let the rubber spikes take their toll of her. She did her best to resist the vibrations but it wasn't humanly possible. Slowly her body began to quiver in tune with it. When I eased the vibrator down further so that it rested squarely on her clitoris she seemed to go berserk. Now it was no longer a joking matter. She pulled at her bonds and twisted her body about in a frantic bid to get away from the device of torture. For that reason I kept pressing it against her cunt.
A gradual transition took place. Instead of trying to get away from it Madelyn started to push into it. Her eyes were closed and she was sweating profusely as the mechanical monster buzzed and destroyed the last vestiges of her poise. Her body began to pulse under the pressure and her cunt glistened with moisture. All I had to do was keep the vibrator in place to make her go crazy with desire. I could keep that up for a long time. Sitting between her legs, my eyes slightly out of focus and watching her go through her erotic convulsions, reminded me of my teenage fantasies. From that angle it looked like she was writhing about on my cock and that that was driving her insane. Her face was twisted in a grimace of lust, her tits bobbled to and fro, and her stomach muscles flexed as her pussy bore down on the humming massager. Sperm dripped out along with fresh fluids, adding to the large stain made by the douche Tony had administered earlier. The only problem was her breathing. With her mouth taped up she could only take in air through her nose, and she looked as though she would suffocate at any moment.
"Promise not to scream," I said. She nodded her head and her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. "If you do it'll make us uncouth," I added. With a quick rip I took off the tape and the gag spilled out of her mouth. She took in a lot of air during that first minute of freedom and when she was recovered I pressed the vibrator back into her crotch. She swooped up into the land of bliss again and moaned long and loud as her clitoris generated one orgasm after another. But all good things end. After half an hour she started to complain that it was only hurting her.
I switched the machine off and laid it by the side of the bed. "Now for the next phase," I said, propping several pillows under the small of her back. "This is something I've been wanting to do to you for ages. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
"What do you intend to do?" she asked. "Not ..."
"That's right." A lot of her juices had dribbled down to her asshole and my finger rubbed it about to grease and relax her tight orifice.
"Please, don't do that. I really don't like it," she begged. "It always hurts me and even when men come in me there I don't feel it."
"You can't have everything your own way," I said, easing my cock into her puckered asshole. Ah, that felt great. Her nippers gave way reluctantly but they did give in, and it was a wonderful sight to see my cock disappear between her full-blown cheeks. Above it her pussy bulged out at me as though it hoped to distract me from the other hole. But, much as it appealed to me, her asshole was much tighter and much more mysterious. If her pussy had never defined itself in my teenage imagination, her asshole had never entered into it. Stars don't shit! But there I was, with my dick halfway up her ass, digging into that part of her that no camera had ever immortalized. Tony was sitting back with his cock very near to her face. He rubbed the glans about her mouth as if to tempt her, but Madelyn wasn't biting. She was muttering under her breath about my inconsiderateness.
I sat before the altar of her cunt with my legs folded under me and my cock stuck deep up her asshole. My hands held her buns apart, my eyes dwelled over the heavenly contours of her pussy and her ass. If only Madelyn had been born later, she would have made ten times the money just by baring all of her assets to the camera; and a billion schoolboys would have been better for it. Instead of setting their pimply imaginations to work on the vague sections of her body, they would have had tangible facts to work with. Perhaps it would have made them more adult, knowing that even Madelyn had a faint red rash on the lower part of her ass, that her inner labia were strangely twisted just above her cunt hole, and that she had to shave the peripheral pubic hair every day or it would get stubbly round the edges. But how much more edifying it would be to have a piece of film of Madelyn getting fucked up the ass, or of her taking a shit! Then boys everywhere would understand that women were people, no matter how strangely women might behave. Why, psychologists would go out of business overnight! I fucked Madelyn harder, driving my cock into that little hole between her rounded hams, and dedicated this fuck to pimples everywhere.
"Come on, baby, suck it," said Tony, straddling her chest and sitting on her perfect tits. "It won't hurt you. Just take it all the way into your mouth now, that's a good girl." He fed it into her mouth inch by inch, urging her to take in more. Madelyn gagged suddenly but that didn't stop my friend. His ass flexed as he shoved it down her throat until she stopped gagging. I gave her a minute or so to adjust before I resumed fucking her ass in seriousness. Tony hunched over her face and was fucking her mouth as though it was a whore's cunt. He had no respect for legends. Now that I could see his cock moving in and out it was no problem to fall in step with him. Our cocks barged in and out of all but the major orifice and Madelyn did her level best to accommodate us. We came together and for a second time she showed genuine joy at being raped. Sperm dribbled into her mouth and flooded her asshole. She sucked Tony dry and her ass pulsated about my cock as if to milk it.
"Now have you finished?" she asked when we re-treated.
"No, not quite. While we're here we want to talk a little business with you. I mean, you've engaged our services but there's been no mention of salaries, pensions, and perquisites. What about it?"
"I don't understand you," she said. "Aren't I looking after you well? Think of all the men of your age who are slaving away in offices and factories. And what are you doing? Making love with Madelyn Murdoch and living the life of Reilly on her yacht. What more could you want?"
"Some security," I replied. "Listen, we need clothes, a bank account, some independence!"
"And wheels," Tony added quickly.
"This is ridiculous," she snorted. "How do you expect me to talk business while you've got me all tied up?"
"She's being tricky," said Tony. I nodded and turned the vibrator back on her. She did her best to thwart us by ignoring the buzzing machine but the slightest pressure caused her to wince. She was sore, all right. The guy with the fleshy lips must have softened her up before we broke in, and the vibrator was like rubbing salt in the wounds. Minutes went by. I held the machine in place, we smoked a couple of cigarettes, and Madelyn suffered.
"Okay, okay, as soon as we reach the islands I'll transfer some money into your accounts, or I'll start one if you don't have one. Anything else?"
"Clothes?"
"Yes, sure, I'll take you shopping. But a car is out of the question."
"That's fair enough." I took the vibrator away. We had to leave her laughing somehow or her resentment might cause her to change her mind. Tony took up his position at her tits and I started to gently lick her pussy. My tongue did its best to soothe her overwrought clitoris, and it seemed to be working. She relaxed, grew malleable, and pretty soon she was sighing and moaning the way she had in the back of her limousine. We were on the way, tonguing and licking in unison, fingering her pussy and caressing her hair, letting her suck on our cunt-stained fingers, feeding her tidbits of cock, until we were all as randy as dogs. Tony opted for her pussy, I made for her mouth. She received us both most graciously, and what she did to my cock was sinful! Tony fucked her in the upright position, riding her like an equestrian, and I sat on her chest and let her eat my cock while my hands were behind me fondling her big tits. Her tongue had the right texture for cocksucking. Slightly rough yet velvety, nimble and quick, slithering about my knob until it throbbed with lust. Then her lips came into play, pursing around me just below the glans and it tugged and mauled until I had to come closer to give her more.
We were friends again. Our sperm sent her soaring into that private world of bliss and at the same time it relieved us of the last of our pent-up tensions. When we were well enough we untied her bonds and all of us had a friendly cigarette together. Madelyn apologized for being so mean to us and promised to make up for it. The future looked very bright all of a sudden. Now that the terms had been drawn up I began to like the life of a gigolo. Before turning in we had a drink with her, and then we kissed her goodnight.
"You see?" said Tony when we were back in our cabin. "All we had to do was break free from the herd. Now she respects us as men and we can get what we want. I don't know why those other schmucks didn't think of doing the same."
"Too dumb," I decided. "Well, it looks we're in for a good time. Let's get some sleep so well be fresh for tomorrow. She's sure to call on us again."
"Yeah, I'm bushed anyway." So was L A cloud of sleep blotted out my faculties and sent me reeling into a deep sleep. Vaguely I heard people entering our cabin, and someone was manhandling us, but none of it mattered so long as they let me sleep. Sleep I did. It was late in the morning when I came to. I tried to turn over and found I couldn't. With a great deal of effort I opened my eyes and looked around.
Madelyn's duplicity became clear. She had merely been pretending to go along with our proposals. In the back of her mind she had been scheming to vindicate herself all the while. Now we were the ones trussed up like turkeys. Our hands tied behind our backs, ankles to the footends, and we lay on our bellies, naked and vulnerable. A muscle boy sat by the door and ignored our pleas. He pressed a bell, though, and a minute later the queen bee walked in with some of her boy friends.
"Well, well, look at that," she said, patting us on the ass. "Aren't they delicious? It makes me so horny to see men's asses. I always get this urge to fuck them... call it penis envy if you will. But, thanks to modern science, every woman can gratify those impulses now, right boys?"
"Right Madelyn," they chorused. They were sniggering. I craned my neck to look around and saw her stripping her clothes off. When she was naked she tied a dildo on and advanced toward me. I closed my eyes and turned away. This was one event I didn't want to be a witness to. I felt the dildo touch against my ass, cold and smooth. My asshole contracted in panic. She didn't care. No vaseline, nothing, she just pumped and pushed until that monster was up my ass and then she fucked me badly. It was awful. I wanted to shit, to get hard, to throw up, and curse, but nothing happened. I gritted my teeth and waited for her to stop. She did eventually and went over to give Tony the same treatment. He was less reticent about venting his feelings. The names he called her were both ingenious and colorful. But I noticed that his anger only inspired Madelyn to greater heights. Her face was flushed and far from dealing out punishment with objectivity, she was getting very involved with fucking Tony. She was lying on top of him and with every thrust of the dildo a sharp hiss of air escaped her. Her eyes gleamed fiendishly and she was muttering to herself. I could see all the wish-fulfillment in her movements, so erratic and frantic, giving in to fantasies that must have played on her mind for years!
At long last she came to a stop but only because her back hurt her. "There, I think I've made my point," she said, taking off the dildo and throwing it to the floor. "I don't like to be held up to ransom. This is my boat, what I say goes. Now untie them and put them in the life-boat with enough supplies to tide them over for a week. I don't want to see them again."
She left the cabin. I expected that the other guys would side with us and devise some scheme to ensure our survival, but no, they were good lapdogs. The muscle boys put us into a lifeboat, some other guys put cans of water and food in with us, and they began to lower the boat. Only Andre had pity on us. He threw in a couple of cartons of cigarettes just as the boat hit the water.
So there we were, naked, with only a canvas tarpaulin to cover us and enough food for a week. The yacht was soon over the horizon. My ass hurt and my attitude toward Tony had changed drastically. "I'm losing faith in your inspirations," I told him. "Somehow I get the feeling you're not infallible."
"Are you trying to add to my misery?" he asked. "Leave me be, I have to figure out a way to get us out of this situation." I just snorted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Movies take all the spontaneity out of life. How often had I seen heroes wake up in white hospital rooms, with angels in white flitting about the place fluffing up his pillows and murmuring words of comfort? Just as often as the hero had asked: "I must be dead... this is heaven!" So, when I came to in a similar situation, I checked the impulse to trot out that cliche. Instead I croaked: "Water!"
A beautiful woman held a glass of water to my lips and let me take a few sips. Doe-like eyes gazed into mine, a cool hand held the back of my neck. Slowly it dawned on me that she was Indonesian or Balinese, and the more I looked at her the more exquisite she became. "There," she said, "that is enough. Now rest."
I followed her with my eyes. She had on a sarong that left one shoulder bare. Her skin was the color of cafe au lait, her hair as black as the night, and her eyes were the shape of small almonds. The sarong was tight enough to give me a fair indication of her body structure. If I hadn't been so weak I would have jumped her right there and then. And thinking about jumpers made me look around to see if I could find my friend.
Tony was in the bed next to mine. His face was badly sunburnt and his lips were kind of tattered. But he had been watching me watching the women, and he grinned painfully. "Delightful, aren't they? There's about three of them and they come in all the time to inspire us to get well soon."
"Now that's what I call medicine!" I said approvingly. The rolling of the boat was evident in the way my body was alternately pushed into the bed and then became lighter. The room was small, a sick bay of sorts, medical supplies behind glass-fronted cabinets, two small scuttles that looked out over a rising and falling ocean, and two beds occupied by us shipwrecked sailors. As my strength returned I checked my person out and found that I was darker than many members of the Baptist church. An excess of vitamin D made me feel sick all over. Even Tony was subdued. The exotic attendants came and went and all we could do was look and plot for the future.
The week's supplies had lasted us three days. Somehow neither of us could believe that there wouldn't be a ship on the Pacific to pick us up. But after the last drop of fresh water had been consumed and the last cigarette had been smoked, there was an ominous pause in our lives. Nothing came by, not even a poaching Japanese fishing vessel or a lost submarine. Nothing. Then a gust of wind had blown away the tarpaulin. Tony and I had retreated into sleep and later into comas.
But under the expert care of our Indonesian nurses we were soon up and about again. They fed us carefully but well, took us for little walks on deck, and provided us with sarongs of our own. Two days after coming to we were introduced to the person who owned the magnificent yacht. She was a princess, we were told, who had recently been divorced from her husband, the dictator in charge of some segment of the Asian world. We didn't pay much attention to the details.
The princess made her servants look like peasants. She was tall and sleek, high cheekbones, a thin, aquiline nose, narrow, slanted eyes, and a willful mouth. There was more than a drop of Chinese in her, I guessed, along with the best of Indonesia and Europe. Her voice was soft because people had always listened to her. But her bearing indicated that the softness with which she spoke should not be mistaken for weakness of character. The servants jumped when she ordered them about, and when she addressed us it was from a superior position. She was a princess, we were two bums who owed their lives to her.
She received us in her stateroom, a room littered with large pillows and artifacts, and hazy with incense. One of the maids took us in, bowed, and left without turning her back on her mistress. We thought that was quaint. The princess lay back among her pillows and motioned for us to make ourselves comfortable. She asked us a lot of questions about our past and how we happened to be adrift in the ocean. I told her the story because I'm the more diplomatic fellow. The princess was used to diplomatic waffle, and when I was through she summed it all up by saying: "You were servicing Madelyn Murdoch, is that correct? Paid studs."
The way she pronounced her words made me hard! Her accent was negligible, but to see her expression change and her lips curl while she used earthy language was better than having a nymphet say dirty words! "Well, in a manner of speaking," I said defensively. "She also appreciated our more cerebral aspect. A scintillating conversationalist, princess, you'd never know it from her publicity releases, but she is, and she has a devastating wit to boot."
"Doubtless," said the princess. "And why did she choose you two to service her? Do you have a special talent?"
"Well, no, not really," I shrugged. "We just love women."
"Indeed." Her inscrutable eyes rested on mine for a moment. "But you must have other qualifications... such as discretion."
"Oh, we're loaded down with discretion," said Tony. "We make Gordon Liddy look like a hysterical blabbermouth!"
"Excellent," she said, standing up and walking toward the door. "I hope you'll find it in you to divert me for the next two days, until we get back to San Francisco. My husband was such a good lover that our separation has weighed heavily on my body."
"Were you married long?" I said conversationally, even though I wanted to rip off our sarongs and consummate this new relationship right away.
"Seventeen years," she sighed. "And he never slowed down. Unfortunately it was his only talent, and like all talented men he liked to give of himself to many." The door was locked and she turned around to face us. "Now I am thirty, rich, and lonely." Her sarong dropped to the floor. Tony and I stared. Her body was a bonus from mother nature; for every million cretins, one perfect human being was put on the earth, and she was the one. By comparison I felt like a creature that had just clawed its way out of the primal filth.
"Jesus!" sighed Tony. She didn't move while we were drinking her in. The light from the portholes gave her a sensual luster and made her features a little hazy, so that the overall impression was one of light brown flesh, round breasts that jutted straight ahead, a flat belly and slender thighs, a narrow strip of black pubic hair running down between them, and above all a face of such exquisite beauty that it alone could have driven us wild with lust. At last she took a step forward. Her flesh was evenly distributed but it quivered ever so subtly with each step, and her breasts moved up and down like yoyos on a short string. Softness, flawlessness, and deliciousness. She lay back on her pillows and waited while we struggled with the complicated knots of our garments. "So big!" we heard her mutter when the damn things came off. I beat Tony to her cunt. It had to be mine. I didn't care what he wanted so long as he let me occupy that little spot. And knowing Tony's preferences, it didn't really cause a conflict. He headed right for her tits and kept his cock dangling near her mouth so she should take the hint. I lay down between her legs and gazed at her cunt for a long time before I got around to touching it. There was something royal about her cunt, as though her labia had been molded by. the royal sculptor. Fine lips, they were, running between her legs to form a little entrance to heaven. There was no hair on her labia, only around them. The lips stood out from the crutch, firm and full, a darker shade of brown than the rest of her. When the tip of my finger touched those lips her whole body gave a delicate shiver. This was a finely tuned machine! Carefully I prised her cunt open and peered inside to find another set of lips, ragged, a strange hue of brown until they neared her pussy hole; then the universal pinkness winked at me.
She was too beautiful to take in with one look. It was a little like staring into a bright light, you have to look away time and time again until you're used to it. One cunt isn't like another, not at all, they're as different as people. I'd seen big cunts and little ones, cunts that looked like wounds and others that looked like porcelain receptacles; but this was the perfect cunt, the one you dream of when you're fast asleep, the one all lovers are looking for, and the one that eludes you during your waking hours. But now I had one and I had every intention of making the best of it. Tony was sucking on her tits, and to judge by her cries, that was exciting her tremendously. I wetted my lips and got ready to find out if she tasted as good as she looked.
It was like running my tongue along satin or talc stone, smooth, as though the grain of her flesh had been polished by a million tongues before me. The black, thread-like hairs were rough in comparison but they were well out of the way. I only wanted to savor that delicate little cunt, to explore it inside and out, and to that purpose I let the tip of my tongue descend between her pussy lips. She let out a shrill cry and her hips began to move up and down rapidly. I couldn't work out what was going on. If she'd been married since she was thirteen she shouldn't be acting like a fiery virgin!
"Oh dear, oh I'm so ashamed but you make me feel wonderful all over!" she cried. "I cannot control myself. You are such wonderful lovers!" Tony looked at me and I looked at Tony. Together we attacked her with our mouths, him sucking at her nipples and me with my tongue lapping at her clitoris. The princess became hysterical. She thrashed about on her pillows, started to speak a language neither of us had heard before, and when we kept on sucking her she started to go crazy. Her behavior alarmed us to the point where we stopped.
"That is too much," she panted after a few minutes of no stimulation. "I cannot take the both of you. It must be one at a time. You, Eric, it is your turn now." With that she rearranged herself so that her pussy was well up into the air, hovering at the level of my face when I was on all fours. She watched me suspensefully as I crawled towards that prize cunt, my tongue extended and moving in and out like a snake's. Before I touched her she climaxed. And when my tongue found her tiny clitoris again she was off and running right away. I had never seen a woman respond so instantaneously. At first it was all rather flattering, but gradually she made me impatient. I no sooner got started than I had to stop to wait for her to calm down.
When it became Tony's turn she didn't show any signs of slowing down. Her tits were as hair-triggered as was her pussy. Just by sucking on her nipples Tony could give her as many orgasms as he wanted. I sat there and waited for my turn to come round again. My cock was an agony of hardness. It throbbed and ached, reminding me how it hadn't been visiting for over a week. But the princess had set the rules. Besides, my cock couldn't add anything to what Tony's mouth was doing.
"Enough, enough!" she gasped, pushing him away bodily. "Never have I felt this way. It is a pity that my husband cannot see me now. He would be very ashamed of himself."
"I thought you said he was such a good lover," said Tony.
"Yes, he was... but he never did what your friend did!" She giggled and shivered all over again. For a moment the girl showed through. Then she was back as a princess. "All right, you may go to your quarters now. I will call you when I am ready for more fun." A wave of the hand and we were dismissed. We gathered up our sarongs and wrapped them about ourselves but there was no disguising the hard meat poking up from our loins. The maids noticed it right away. "We will take you back to your cabin, tuan," said one of them, and the other three giggled and hid their faces. "You are not well yet, but we will make you all better very quickly."
The maids knew how to live. As soon as the door fell to behind us they had undone the strategic knots on their sarongs and presented their naked bodies to our scrutiny. Tony and I could only gape. The princess made them look like peasants, that much was true; but these peasants made a great many beautiful people look like draft horses. The four women were the same build and height, and the size of their tits varied little. They all seemed to be on the plump side and their asses were rounded and full. As for their tits, they were in character: plump and full. Dark brown nipples pushed out toward us, tempting us; and dark bushes of pubic hair promised all the delights of the Orient. We threw our sarongs aside and showed off our parts of the bargain, good stiff cocks that drew a sigh of admiration from the women.
"Hey, you horse!" said one of them, coming up to Tony. "Big horse, huh? I like to ride horses." She pressed herself against him, her arms about his waist, and looked down as his cock pushed into her belly. One of the others came to me and did much the same. The two women who were left picked their sides. Now I had two and Tony had two, and we retired to our respective beds to finish what the princess had started.
The first task was to put my horse into the stable. One of the women was quick to lay herself out on her back, legs wide apart, and when I got on top of her she obligingly held my cock in place until I managed to work it into her tight cunt. The other one waited for my signals. She could wait a minute. My cock fitted that pussy perfectly, nice and snug, with moisture seeping out from everywhere to lubricate the piston-like motion. This was the favorite part of any fuck for me, that moment when the penis enters the tunnel and it's all resistant and stiff and the pressure is terrific. The other moments are my favorites, too, since one is no good without the others, but the process of entering was special somehow, especially when it was a new pussy. Only when it was tucked away deeply did I turn my attention to the second woman. I made her lie down close to the other, and higher up the bed so that her crutch was within reach of my fingers, hands, arms, and face. She understood my intentions right away, and with a lascivious grin she parted her thighs and made subtle bucking motions with her cunt to encourage me. I didn't keep her waiting.
My cock rested inside the maid's restless cunt while I wrapped my arms around the other's ass and drew her loins up to my mouth. She almost throttled me when she wrapped her legs around my neck but it was worth it. Her cunt was dripping with moisture by the time I got to it, sweet, tart, nut-like fluid that dribbled down over my tongue and into my gullet to make my belly glow with pleasure. She was like an over-ripe mango, the juice kept dripping out all over my mouth, chin, and cheeks, and the more I drove my tongue into her soggy hole the more she oozed. I clung to her ass and started to fuck the other maid slowly, carefully, doing my best to control my ominously bubbling emotions. They were both such soft women, so smooth and sensual, their tits were so quivery and edible, their pussies got wet so easily, and everything I did was amplified by their response.
Tony had both maids under him and he was sliding up and down to get his cock first into one cunt, then into the one below, up and down, thrusting hard and fast, often missing but never daunted. The maids were giggling and grunting all at once, lying face to face so that Tony could fondle all four tits at once. It seemed like a most satisfactory arrangement to me but I made no move to change mine. The maid under me was letting me know that she was so close to coming that it hurt; and the one who had her pussy lodged in my mouth was starting to tremble violently. I could do no wrong with them. Somehow I got the impression that they weren't used to Westerners, big cocks and hairy legs. Well, whether it was the novelty factor or me, as long as they kept yelling and writhing they were making me a happy chap.
Fucking and sucking simultaneously, gradually getting lost in the wonderful world of pussy, smelling it, tasting it, touching it, immersed in it, hearing it slop about and squelch, all of that was dominated by a mental picture of the princess's cunt. It hovered before my mind's eye and refused to be extinguished. The cunt in my mouth was nice, thoroughly delicious, springy, and sensitive, just as the penetrated pussy was, but neither of them could come near the perfection of the pocketbook between the thighs of the princess. These cunts had their labia minor pushing out like chewing gum, hair grew on the fleshy ridges of the cunt lips, and they slobbered. Not that it bothered me. The vivid vision spurred on my efforts to satisfy the maids. It didn't matter that I might come too soon: there was another fuck in me, hot on the heels of the one about to be terminated.
I went for broke, slamming my cock up her soggy, farting pussy and licking out the other one with such gusto that the woman melted into a limp heap of meat several times. One hand was on each of their asses, squeezing the soft flesh and prying between the buns for those puckered little holes hidden in the valleys. There was so much sex all about me! I pulled the second maid closer and burrowed into her cunt, aiming for self-forgetfulness, while my cock continued to pump into the other woman, long, regular strokes aided by the inner contractions of her flesh. The women both shuddered when I came and we ended up in a tangled, panting bundle of bodies, sweating and content with the moment.
They were soon up on their feet and in the bathroom, where Tony's women were already powdering their faces. I sprawled on my bed and relished the taste of pussy that was still repeating on me. Tony was smoking and grinning at the same time. He probably thought I'd forgotten about his error in judgment with Madelyn. I hadn't but at that moment nothing really mattered.
The women came back and swapped partners. It occurred to me that I should at least ask them what their names were, but since they didn't push it and since none of them wore badges saying: 'Hi! I'm... I figured they probably preferred anonymity. One of the women sat between my legs, her legs straddling mine, her cunt wide open and edging closer to my flaccid cock. When she was close enough she took it by the glans and started to rub it up and down her cunt's slit, very slowly, staring me in the eyes as she did so. The other woman sat down behind me and cradled my head in her lap so that my nape rested squarely against her moist cunt. Her hands ran over my chest and toyed with my nipples, all her movements nice and slow and in tune with the other woman's blandishments. Together they worked me over until I felt euphoric, rock-hard, and hypnotized.
The woman who'd been giving her clitoris a good time with my cock had changed position to keep up with the expansion. She squatted over me and her cunt had clamped itself over the length of my cock so that it fitted neatly into her cunt valley. The woman behind me had taken to moving her cunt against my neck with more forceful, erotic motions of her loins so that it created a snail-like trail along my flesh. After a while of this I just had to have a bite. My hands reached back and grabbed her by her ass to lift her over my head and put her down with her cunt right on my mouth. She squealed with pleasure and wriggled over my tongue as though it was a cock. Another brown little pussy, delicately shaped, wet through and through, rubbing over my face and shedding tiny droplets of juice. When she moved far enough my tongue found her asshole, and when those two parts made contact an electric charge shot through her body. I did it again, just to see her jerk back again and again, again, again, till the woman pitched forward and lay with her face right next to my cock. Her ass was still within easy reach of my mouth, though, she made sure of that.
Now she was in the other maid's way. When her cunt rode along my cock it bumped into the top of the woman's head. Some changes would have to be made. The one. who perched on me said something to the other in their own language. The other one nodded and shifted about until her face was at the end of my cock. I lifted her ass a little more to see what they would do, and to my surprise the maids had their own lesbian game going on behind the scenes. Each time the maid moved her cunt along my cock it came to stop against the other's mouth; she'd let her nibble at her clitoris for a second, then slide back and repeat the process. The maid who was at the receiving end of this also took the opportunity to take a few licks at my cock, for which I rewarded her with a tongue up her ass. At first our lovemaking was erratic and self-indulgent. Maid One took too much time out to feed Maid Two her cunt, Maid Two tried to make merry with both genitals and got distracted each time I forced my tongue up her tight, musky asshole, so that on the whole we weren't doing anyone much good. But we slowly slipped into the rhythm of this triple treat. Maid One started to slide back and forth more evenly and only allowed a split second to go by during which Two could suck her clit. Maid Two gave that tasty morsel a bite or two, then, as the head of my cock appeared from the slippery bush, she closed her lips about it and sucked hard, inspired by the tongue wagging up her ass. Now we had it. It was slide, nibble, suck, tongue, slide, nibble, suck, and tongue some more, working each other into a frenzy of passion.
Maid One was the first to break. Suddenly she slid forward too far, pushed Two's head out of the way and levered my cock up into her sodden pussy. Two insisted on staying in position. Each time One lifted up she wrapped her tongue about the exposed stem and then let One come down on it so she could get a lick at her cunt as well. As far as I was concerned this was heaven after all. The sensations of tongue and pussy around my cock made it imperative for me to lie back and enjoy it. I couldn't go on doing Two's cunt any good, let alone her asshole. But so she shouldn't feel neglected I worked a couple of bunched fingers into her restless cunt hole and stirred them about inside her until she started to come with more gusto than One.
We went off like a string of firecrackers. First Two started to yell Indonesian obscenities, her body shaking and quivering, her cunt thumping down into my face so hard that I had to defend myself. Then One got going, shrill cries, low moans, intense fucking, and that brought me undone. We came apart like a star burst and rested in each other's arms. Tony was still rampaging away in the bed next to mine but the hue of his complexion told me he didn't have far to go. Both his women were down on him and had their cunts proffered up to him so he could masturbate them simultaneously. A little later I saw him tense up all over and the woman who happened to have her mouth over his cock suddenly choked. Her friend pushed her out of the way and took over, back and forth, both of them struggling to get as much of his cream as was available. At last they settled down, too, and there was peace in the cabin.
The maids left after another visit to the bathroom. They had work to do, they said, and we should be resting anyway. We agreed. "This is a terrific setup," I said, "with a princess who's satisfied just by getting tickled with a feather, four horny maids, great food, all the comforts we've ever fantasized about... now how can we fuck up here?"
"We won't fuck up," Tony assured me. "We've learned our lessons. Every employer has her whims, what we have to do is learn to make use of those whims."
"It's not that I've lost faith in you," I told him, "it's fate that I no longer trust. But I'm sure we won't be here long. Something's going to fuck it up for us, you can bet your balls on it."
"Bullshit."
At that moment the door to the sick bay opened and a girl walked in. She was about sixteen, give or take a few years, and suddenly I knew what the princess had looked like when she was first married. The girl didn't have to tell us whose daughter she was. Tony and I became very tense as she came toward us. The princess had been beautiful, now she was just another horny divorcee. Her daughter had us by the balls.
"Good day," she said formally, "my name is Rona. I'm sorry I could not visit you before but my mother would not permit me to see you. So I waited until she was napping."
We tried to speak but it was impossible. Her beauty had knocked the wind out of us! She looked a lot like her mother, only smoother and more sensual. The same high cheekbones, the same narrow almond eyes, long black hair, tall and lithe, small breasts over which the top of her garment had been knotted, bare shoulders that demanded we sink our teeth into them, and a general air of virginal loveliness that had our tired cocks sitting up and begging like hungry dogs!
"Nice of you to visit us," I brought out finally.
"I don't know why mother wouldn't allow me to see you," she said, "you both look very nice to me. Well, I must go now before I'm discovered. Good-bye."
"Goodbye," we said lamely. As soon as the door closed behind her we turned to each other and said: "I have to have her!" There was no question about it. We wouldn't be able to rest until we had sampled her loveliness with all our five senses. We showered and dressed, took turns around the deck, and breathed in the sea air to make sure our bodies were in good shape again. Although we looked everywhere, little Rona was nowhere to be found. Just before dinner I asked one of the maids about her.
"Oh no," she said shaking her head violently. "No good, you no touch, princess kill!"
"I see," I said thoughtfully. We joined the princess for dinner and were formally introduced to her daughter. The girl sat very close to her mother, unaware of our feelings. And the princess, who must have been conscious of her daughter's beauty and youth, kept her eyes on us as if to make sure we didn't pay too much attention to her younger self. We tried not to but our eyes kept wandering over that vision of loveliness. Rona was so innocent as she sat there and ate her food, slightly bored and distracted, her untroubled eyes meeting ours now and then to make us shrink inside.
We suffered through the occasion, doing out best to keep the princess happy with compliments and sultry gazes; but Rona had us by the balls. After dinner we left the princess's cabin just in time to see the girl disappear into an adjoining cabin. Now we knew where she lived, which was a start. But how to get at her! Tony and I talked about it for a while once we were back in our part of the boat. As far as we could tell there were no men on the boat outside of those in the engine room and on the bridge. The maids, then, would be the only sentries. There shouldn't be any problem in getting into the girl's cabin... unless she screamed and had us thrown overboard.
"I knew it," I said. "Something would happen to screw up our scene. We shouldn't touch that girl, Tony, we could be happy with the princess, we could even tell her to send her daughter off to a boarding school just so she wouldn't be bothering us day and night. What do you say? Isn't this crazy?"
"I don't care," said Tony. "The whole aim in life is to grow old without regrets. And if I don't fuck that girl I'll be regretting it bitterly until the day my social security runs out."
"I know how you feel... but let's at least make sure we're not too far from shore this time. I couldn't take another punishment cruise."
"We're one day out from San Francisco," said Tony belligerently. "How far out could we be? Just a short swim. Don't confuse me with details now, Eric, my mind is set on Rona. I'm going to have her sweet ass when the clock strikes twelve no matter what happens."
"Wait a minute, you're likely to scare the girl to death. Why not let me go first, I'll initiate her and then you can jump in."
"No, bullshit, I want her cherry!" The argument threatened to go on forever, so I pulled out a coin and tossed it for the best out of three. I won. "Okay," said Tony sulkily, "but I want to watch when you take her. I have to at least see her pussy before I die!"
"We'll work out the details when we get to her cabin."
The clock moved slowly. Occasionally Tony and I ventured out to get ourselves coffee and to reconnoitre the area. No one was around. The maids slept in the two cabins on the other side of the princess's so that they could be at her beck and call. The noise of the engines was enough to drown out such muted noises as footsteps, so there wouldn't be any problems in getting past those cabins to Rona's. Everything seemed to favor our scheme. Then, at eleven o'clock, there was a knock on our cabin door. One of the maids had come to fetch Tony. "The princess wants to speak with him," she informed us.
"Ah, very good," I said, holding Tony back. "But let me have a word with him first." I whispered that I would be in Rona's cabin and that when he was finished he should meet me there. He nodded and left. As soon as I judged them to be safely inside I padded down the corridor and tried Rona's door. It was open. Her cabin was utterly dark. Only the beam of light from the corridor cut through it briefly to show me where her bed was. I closed the door and headed for that spot, setting my feet down carefully to avoid bumping into unexpected objects.
The dear little thing was fast asleep. The darkness made me rely on the sound of her breathing but it was pretty convincing. And since I wanted to see her I decided to take a chance and turn on a light. My groping hand found a small bedlamp which, when it was clicked on, shed a small pool of yellow light, just enough to let me appreciate her youthful beauty in full. A sheet covered her body, only her head stuck out and her long black hair was spread about it, like a halo. I wanted to sit and admire her for a long time but it occurred to me that Tony might pressure the princess into a quick orgasm just so he could come and disturb me. To work, then. One hand reached over and started to caress the girl's hair. It felt smooth and sensual to me, such a wealth of hair for a girl so young. Then her face, sensing the polished skin stretched over her cheekbones, feeling her warm breath brush along my hand. I brought my hand down to the edge of the sheet. It was hard to breathe at this point. The sheet was too rumpled to give me a clear indication of what her body was like, only bumps here and there that looked like they concealed tits. The sheet moved back slowly, uncovering more of her brownish, flawless skin. The first rising of her breasts came into view, the distinct cleavage, roundness, and then the nipples, little brown buds high up on the fleshy globes. They were small tits but perfectly formed, and now that she was lying on her back they resembled two little domes topped by two tiny lightning rods.
She stirred uneasily, then turned over on her side and snored softly. I moved the sheet further down so as to get a close look at her back and her ass. I was amazed at my reaction to her body. After all, she was made of flesh and blood like everyone, and she had tits, a cunt, and an ass like all women. But in her case there was something special going on to influence my perception. When her back tapered into a small waist and started to spread and round into hips my cock reared up and threatened to burst a blood vessel! I let the sheet stay where it was to get myself undressed and ready. This girl wasn't going to escape me.
As soon as I was naked I took the sheet off her altogether and stood back to admire this lithe, brown-skinned daughter of a princess. Two brown buns faced me and when I walked to the footend of the bed I could see her pudgy lips squashed in between her thighs, just like her mother's only new and fresh. She kept on sleeping. A glance at her bedside clock told me that Tony was probably near finishing off the princess. I had to act fast. What did I want to do to her more than anything? I wanted to fuck her. And was there time to foreplay her into submission and lubrication? No.
I looked around the room until I found a bottle of baby oil. I tipped a dash of it into my cupped hand and smeared the oil over my hard cock until it gleamed. Rona lay in the fetus position, unaware of the danger stalking her. I lay down behind her and lightly caressed her ass until my fingers slipped into the split. Then, with great stealth, I lifted her left cheek and brought my cock up to her pussy. Again she stirred, muttered something, but remained in the same position. My knob found that yielding little section in her cunt flesh and my hips pushed forward. Now it slipped in a little, just enough to cover the tip of my cock with her tender flesh. Another push and my glans slipped inside. At the same time my hand came to rest near her mouth in case she decided to scream. The other hand slid along her belly until it reached her young breasts. And when all of me was in position I gave my cock an extra thrust that sent it slithering into her tight, dry pussy. Now she was awake. As expected she opened her mouth to cry out. I covered it. Then she started to struggle, protesting against that snake gliding into her inner sanctum. It was too late. I was deeply embedded in her pussy and my hips were pulling my cock back and pushing it forward with an inexorable rhythm that even she had to yield to.
Rona remained tense, though. The hymen had been burst, the blood and the baby oil mingled to make for a fine lubricant, one so smooth that she couldn't have been suffering too much. But for a while she refused to give in. My free hand continued to fondle her tits gently, pinching her nipples, caressing her firm, pliant flesh, and my cock eased in and out of her tight little cunt, slowly wearing her resistance down. At one point I took away the hand from her mouth and she didn't try to scream. That left that hand free to go down to between her legs where her clitoris begged to be titillated.
That did it. The barrage of stimuli was too strong for her, and her high-pitched, silvery voice started to carol a melody of passion. I felt she ought to quiet down but it didn't matter as much any more. Her small, hard buttocks were bumping into my belly, her pussy quivered around my intruding cock, firm breasts excited me, and the moist, pulvinated area between her legs regaled the other hand with all it could take. From all points those erotic impulses converged low down in my belly and stirred up tremendous longings in me. I wanted to fuck her sideways, inside out, take her orifices on one by one, anything to still this burgeoning lust. And yet I held back, prolonging the moment into infinity. There I was, teetering on the brink of blowing, with a little girl in my clutches who seemed to be hovering over a precipice of passion herself, fucking slowly, gingerly, holding my breath and clenching my teeth so as not to blow it; and at that delicate moment Tony came in and demanded his turn at her.
"Come on, Eric, the princess is waiting for you," he said curtly. "She wants to see you right now because I've warmed up the top section and now the other half of her is in trouble."
"Wait a minute," I said desperately. Now I relaxed my guard and went for broke; but the moment had escaped me thanks to Tony's interruption. Rona started to moan and writhe about before me, actually moving her body so as to make my riding cock welcome and I wouldn't have stopped until the moment came back except that Tony dragged me off her and dumped me on the floor.
"The princess said right now," he said, turning Rona over to lie on her back. "Don't mess with the goose now." I could take a hint. He got on top of her and started to fuck her with long, loving strokes. Rona wrapped herself about him, confused, excited, and hot, and they excluded me effectively. I still felt pretty badly treated when I walked into the princess' cabin, though. My cock demanded satisfaction, my sensory nerves were still on edge from the delights of Rona's body, and now I had to face up to her mother.
Mother lay on her pillows, eyes closed, her hands absently fondling her tits, legs well apart to invite me in. Her pussy yawned at me, pink among the brown, and with a tired sigh I descended upon it. I wanted to fuck it but knowing how sensitive she was I desisted. My tongue snuck into her pussy hole and began its work, lolling about, touching down on those sensitive little parts within until she started to buck and carry on again. "Oh, stop!" she cried after about five minutes of this. "Enough, you make me feel so wonderful! Now we must rest."
Must we? Just as she was displacing my resentment with a real lust for her, she wanted me to stop, and that was asking too much. Why should I pander to her, anyway? Tony was fucking her daughter, our stay would more than likely be terminated because of our indiscretion, so why didn't I do what I wanted to do for once?
"I'm not stopping," I told her, sticking a finger up her pussy and bringing my mouth up to her nipples. "In fact, I'm going to fuck you till you can't even think about sex anymore! Now lie back and let me do my stuff on you."
"No, no, no!" she cried, trying to run away. "You make me happy, that is all I want from you. Now go away, go back to your cabin!" I held her with one hand on her shoulder, the other between her legs. One fingers hooked into her cunt and my lips closed around the nearer nipple, so that no matter how much she struggled she couldn't get away. "Please!" she cried. "You will damage me!"
"So what? I've damaged your daughter and she seemed to love it." That was uncalled for. I regretted saying it, but since I had there was nothing for it but to follow through. "Here, smell my cock? That's your little girl's cunt juice. Taste it, go ahead, see what a beautiful girl you've got." My cock bumped into her face but she could only stare at me. Her mouth opened and shut as though she wanted to speak but no words would come out. "Hey, stop worrying," I said. "It had to happen sooner or later and she could have lost it in a worse way, you know? She might have been raped."
Again the princess tried to wrench herself free from my hold. My patience was at an end. I scrambled around and stuck my cock into her cunt, pushing till it was up to the hilt in her. She was still fighting, gasping and stretching, but nothing availed her. I started to fuck her with vigor, driving my cock in and out of her royal pussy, and slowly her efforts grew weaker. She gave in to my fucking, more or less, but in her eyes there burned a mad light. It was a question of who was the more selfish, and I won. I fucked her until my sperm flooded her cunt and left me feeling more relaxed. Then, with apathetic abandon, I told her to go visit her daughter. "She'll tell you the truth," I added.
The princess rushed out of the room, still naked, still speechless. I followed out of curiosity. She threw the door to her daughter's room open and there was Tony, mounted on Rona and fucking her hard and fast. Rona groaned and cried in ecstasy, fucking back as hard as she could and raking her nails along Tony's back like a real woman. "My God!" said the princess. "Weren't the maids enough for you? Did you have to ruin my little girl, too?"
"How could we resist her?" The princess wasn't listening. She rushed at the loving couple suddenly and tried to pull Tony off her daughter. I was too quick for her, though, and I doubted if Tony even noticed our presence. Rona certainly didn't. She had her eyes closed and was making so much noise that we could hardly hear each other talk. I took a firm hold on the princess and led her out of the room. "Why does it bother you so much?" I asked her. "You were laid at thirteen, so compared to you your daughter's had a long and innocent childhood."
"Get off my boat!" hissed the princess. Her composure had crumbled and now a bobcat appeared, all claws and teeth and nasty disposition. "I want you off my boat in five minutes or I will have you thrown overboard. Is that clear? And get your friend out of there, now!" To add force to her words she pressed a bell, and a minute later two Sumo wrestlers appeared from the engine room. They had on overalls and were covered in grease, each of them clutching a steel bar. They frightened me but not as much as another joyride on the ocean waves. In a flash I was inside Rona's cabin, had the door locked and a chair up against the knob.
"If you try to get in," I shouted, "your daughter will indeed be damaged."
"What's going on?" asked Tony, coming out of a postcoital stupor. I explained the situation to him briefly, then yelled at the people outside that there were a few wishes that would need to be fulfilled unless they wanted Rona to suffer. Motherly love won out over vindictiveness. The princess agreed to supply us with whatever we needed and to put us off in San Francisco, just as long as we left her daughter alone. So we told her our shopping list: clothes, money, and a guarantee that she wouldn't try to get the cops to come after us later.
As a result we ended up in San Francisco later the next day, both of dressed spiffily and with about five hundred dollars in our pockets. The princess had accepted our terms graciously and we hadn't been inclined to take advantage of her. In the course of the night we had secretly helped ourselves to the lovely Rona, fucking her back and front until she couldn't sit down and we didn't have any feeling left in our cocks. So we felt very free as we wandered through Golden Gate park that afternoon, checking out the girls, eating ice cream, and talking about the future. Tony had a lot of plans. He wanted to get back to L.A. at once to get into the community of stars and live it up at their expense. But I objected to that, saying our reputation wasn't so hot among the people in the know, and that our best bet would be to go back to New York and start afresh.
But it was such a lovely day that we didn't do anything constructive. We wandered around and admired the scenic views until our feet were tired and our stomachs clamored for food. The nearest restaurant was a quiet place, and the waitress who served us was in no hurry. She sat down with us while we ate and told us how she had an apartment overlooking the Bay and how lonely it got being a divorcee. Perhaps we would like to share her place with her -- Platonically, of course, regular roommates! And since her apartment was closer than New York, we agreed.
