"One last chance," he snarled. "Just one, Mrs. Packard up on Park Avenue wants her poodle photographed today. Don't bang the lady. Please! All I need is another incident."
My uncle stumbled to the bar and splashed a few fingers of scotch into a tumbler. Gulping it down, mumbling under his breath, he gave me a pleading look and retreated to the darkroom.
I had just about destroyed his rep as Manhattan's finest society photographer during the few months I had worked for him after graduating college.
That old prick of mine kept on getting in the way of my shutter finger!
But I didn't want to let the old man down. How could I? He'd been great to me. So I packed up the equipment case with film, lights and camera and headed out the door with every intention of cooling it for once.
The cab stopped in the circular driveway of the imposing cooperative where the Packards hung their hats. Lugging my gear into the lobby, I was shunted to the service elevator by a uniformed doorman.
"Bill Page," I introduced myself to the maid who ushered me into the duplex penthouse.
"Um hum," the stacked honey blonde in her prime purred as she looked me over and moistened her lips. "May I take it for you?"
Wide hips and swelling knockers practically burst from her white uniform. This was stretched at the button holes due to the pressure of her boobs. Dark sullen circles blushed through the almost sheer fabric. I knew at a glance that her nipples were the big kind, the ones that responded well to sucking or the merest caress. Her hungry, knowing smile was what I looked for in a partner....
Get a hold of yourself, boy! No screwing around, remember? Don't let your prick go into idle, I told myself; because it's going to race if you don't watch out. Panic gripped me.
The maid's fingers drifted up my wrist to my bicep. Her hand molded around the muscle.
"You're so overheated," she said, "It must, be warm out today. And you're carrying such a heavy load," her eyes went down to my crotch.
Was I imagining things? Definitely not! My prick had gone stiff.
"Touch it," I croaked, directing her hand to my bulging groin.
"Ooooh," she whispered, her fingers crawling over my hot sac and tubing.
She watched me cautiously, entranced, as I writhed under her delicious caresses. The maid came closer, used two hands to knead my thighs and business. Her wide hips swung up and forward. What had to be a sopping, bushy snatch ground at my hard-on.
I framed her knockers in my palms, juggled the heavy orbs and seized them by their tips.
"No, don't," she backed away shaking her head as if in a daze.
I followed, advancing upon her with hands outstretched to unbutton the neck of her uniform and plunge into the firm heat of her breasts. My fingers sliced in between the cup of her bra and the knocker. I felt the rubbery point of her nipple go hard under my fingers. Capturing it between my digits, I plucked and made it even harder while wobbling the globe.
"What did you say?" I whispered into her ear, tongued the channel.
She shivered and sobbed, "No, you mustn't," while trying to drag my hand out by the wrist.
This afforded me the opportunity to create a diversion. I seized her thigh and went for the pussy. As drenched as I had expected it to be, the maid's snatch was as hot as steak from the griddle and just as juicy. My finger flipped under her panty, entered the lips, and scoured up to her clitoris.
Her head snapped back. The eyes were wide, then shut half way. A spasm wracked her voluptuous physique. A rasping sigh escaped her open mouth. The maid's pussy gushed.
Pushing her back against the wall, I swiftly stripped her to the waist and went to town with her busoms. The huge, dangling jugs with sink stopper size nipples were a joy to fondle and squeeze.
Breathless, babbling, she drew my face into her cleavage and pointed to a swollen point.
"Suck it," she croaked, the words formed by sparkling lips and tongue.
Supporting the wobbly breast in two hands, I annointed the aureole with the tip of my tongue and dabbed at the peak until it was too stiff to move. Then I let the massive boob flop down to her waist.
"Huh?" she stammered, a real mess with my slobber all over her body, her hair mussed. "Where are you going?"
"Just have to wash up, heh, heh," I backed away from her as she lurched from the wall and came towards me. "Can you show me the bathroom?"
Taking me by the hand, the half naked house maid led me to the guest lavatory and locked herself in with me. Her hands twitched as I withdrew my cock and pissed. She wanted to grab it in the worst way. But I gave her a menacing look.
"Business before pleasure," I grinned, shaking the last drops from my crank.
My mind was in a turmoil. Here I had resolved to stop screwing around and I hadn't been three steps in the door when I got involved with an oversexed domestic. It wasn't just to pee that I had entered the bathroom. Oh, no. In a fix like this I had to sprinkle cold water on my dick and balls.
CHAPTER TWO
"Back! Back!" I cried out in horror as the maid came for me and captured my nuts and dick.
"Let me wash it for you," she muttered, running the water warm and working up a suds with a cake of lemon soap. "I'll wash your pretty pricky for you. Let me make it nice and clean, Billy. Stand still, darling."
"You read me all wrong," I gasped as her sudsy fingers roamed my brittle stalk, my tightening balls.
"Oh, really?" she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she toiled with my joint.
We tongue kissed, the darting pink muscles curling from our mouths to entwine and slap together.
It was rapture, sheer ecstasy. The maid's full knockers pressed against my chest. I felt them swaying, jogging as she grappled tenderly with my prick. Her fingers flew like magic under my balls, explored my asscrack and hole. They drifted along my soaring stalk. She knew what she was doing, I'll grant her that. Pinching me lightly at the base, she drew her thumb and two first fingers slowly to the rim, stopped and diddled the ultra-sensitive area where the foreskin gathers. Then she zipped down to the balls again, the passage of her fingers lubricated by the warm lather. Her tempo picked up. The maid's hand was a blur over my dick. She had me encased. I fell back and supported myself against the sink as she whipped me on home.
"Would you like me to put it in my mouth? Do you want to be sucked? I'll suck your big prick for you. I'll let you squirt down my throat and swallow it," her voice was urgent, coaxing.
"Yes," I squeaked, "Suck it."
The hell with it, I thought. There's no turning back now, man.
"Well, we'll have to get all that soap off, won't we?" she smirked, gently bathing me with a cool washcloth.
She released my cock and balls to sink to her knees, the luscious knockers swaying as she put her lips to my meathead. Her lips dragged out like liquid satin on my dick. She nursed it with relish, her coos of delight adding to my joy. Meanwhile, my balls were being subjected to tender loving care. The maid toyed with them endlessly, twirled them in their sac. Her nails scraped delicately beneath them.
"Mmmmm, there's so much of you!" I chuckled, bending to scoop up her marvelous breasts in my hands.
"Uhhh," she replied, struggling to plunge another inch of my prick down her throat, "Urn hum, umm hummm."
She really put on steam, her cheeks contracting around my cock. Her brow was knit with concentration. Freshets of sweat were forming at her temples. The honey blonde hair was loose and tumbling around her face. Working her tongue rapidly over my meathead, jabbing it into the slit, my cocksucker had my toes curling from the maddening joy of it all. Each curl of her tongue around my prick was high voltage rapture.
Laughing, whipping my head from side to side, I released a knocker and grabbed the maid by the back of the neck. It was hot and damp from sweat. Holding her forcefully to my groin, making sure she wouldn't miss a speck of the jizz about to foam up in my nuts, I roamed over her breasts, her belly, into her coarse patch of pussy fur. My hand slipped past the elastic of her panty and cupped over the choice mound. She sounded like a cement mixer going down on my dick.
A door slammed at the other end of the duplex penthouse apartment.
"Yoo hoo," came the distant voice of none other than Mrs. Packard.
Her footsteps got closer and closer to the bathroom. I could have snapped from tension. Seconds away from a climax, my cock deep in the mature honey blonde maid's face, I tried in vain to stem the tides of passion.
"Hello, anybody," the cultured voice rang out in the hallway, "Where on earth are you?"
I closed my eyes and muttered a silent prayer, imagined a white haired lady in her sixties peering down at me through a lorgnette. My uncle could kiss his ass goodby in New York, I thought. This was going to be the last straw. I opened my eyes just as the doorknob turned.
Mrs. Packard couldn't have arrived at a more dramatic moment.
My guttural shriek ripped through the small bathroom, rattled the mirror. Scum shot from my dick into the maid's mouth, swelled her cheeks despite the woman's strenuous gulping. I quivered from the bliss of her lips on my slimy rod.
Then it was over and I panted, "Why you're stunning!" to the elegant brunette in the doorway.
And indeed she was. In startling contrast to the way I had imagined her, Mrs. Packard was in her mid-twenties and blessed with a superb figure. Dressed in a plum colored two piece suit, the lady of the house let a shower of packages from Henri Bendel tumble to the floor as she quaked with mirth.
"Oooh la la," she chided me, "You have the gall to utter such complements after my maid has blown your prick? I've heard stories about you, Mr. Page. It seems as though there was a grain of truth in them. Stand up, Gwendolyn!"
My first thought was for the maid and I stammered, "It was all my fault, Mrs. Packard. Please believe me."
But the lady of the house was far from angry. She kissed the docile maid on the cheek and lapped up a hardening drop of my discharge before dabbing Gwendolyn's face with a damp hand cloth. Then she plucked the buxom woman's brassiere from where it rested at her waist and lifted the cups to her jugs. Gently stuffing the pendulous knockers into the lingerie, she gave them a few squeezes and made her employee turn around. I gaped with astonishment as Mrs. Packard hooked her up, gave her a pat on the buttocks, and said, "Off you go."
Gwendolyn curtsied out of the bathroom and gave me a lewd wink as she rounded the corner.
I had regained my cool. After all, getting sucked off by the maid isn't like screwing a debutante or two. At least on Park Avenue. And Mrs. Packard, the smoldering, aristocratic piece of tail, didn't appear miffed.
"Set up your equipment in the living room," she purred at me, her gaze resting on my prick, "And I suggest you put away your peter. It might get bitten if you don't."
As far as I was concerned, Mrs. Packard could chew my dick to shreds. A patter of paws explained the comment. The Packard poodle trotted up, sat beside his mistress, and grinned up at the both of us.
"Fitzroy, you little motherfucker," Mrs. Packard gave him a tweak under the tail, "You're going to get your picture taken today."
Fitzroy struggled loose with a whine and bounded away into the living room.
Mrs. Packard was still squatting on the floor, her back turned to me. A fluffy brunette twat winked at me. She had to be a freak. I just knew it. How I wanted to grab her by the alabaster thighs, roam up their cool smoothness to her furry cunt. A little dip between the lips and I'd pierce her anus with my sparkling finger. A shove and she'd be sprawled on her belly on the floor while I ate her snatch out, sucked on her clitoris and asshole between wildly thrashing legs. Then she would whimper, submit to my demands. After her first climax, when I had made her thing sing, she would turn over and beg me to screw her.
"Is it always so easy to fuck us?" she asked, standing to startle me with her feat of mind reading.
"I'd be glad to demonstrate on any other occasion," I grinned, "But, as you know, the secret is out. My uncle's mad as can be with me."
"Oh, but how can he tell if nobody informs. You're not the kind that blabs, Bill," she sidled up to me, pressed a hard left tit into my chest, "At least, you don't seem to be."
Sprinkling cold water on my cock and rubbing off the goo with a guest towel before stuffing it hastily back into my pants, I explained, "Oh, he knows. All he has to do is look at the shots and he knows. Out of focus. Wrong lense opening.
Sometimes nothing comes out at all. Then if I've just made it with a girl, she has a silly grin on her face. And once, I don't know who did it, there was a photo of me getting sucked off in with the proofs when my uncle showed it to the client. The job, I mean. So, Mrs. Packard, with all due respect. I'll take a rain check."
"I'm a victim of circumstance," she pouted breathlessly, her lips seeking mine.
Holding her by the arms, and these were soft, supple things, I tried to shove her away before I reached the point of no return. Mrs. Packard bubbled over with good humor and kneed me gently in the groin. It was a shock. But she wasn't trying to hurt me and there was no pain. Her next move was to the side. I seized her by the tit and kissed her savagely, bit her lips. She returned my advance with equal fervor, her stiff candied tongue sliding in beside mine. We moaned and groaned, wrapped in a tight embrace, until her high pitched giggles broke the mood. My hands cruised down over the rich fabric of her suit as she slithered from the clinch.
"It's Fitzroy! He's licking up my thigh. You must be a starved poopoo poddle, Fitzroy. Yes, indeed," she bent over to be silly with the playful beast.
This time I grabbed her snatch when it flashed into view. An aroma of musk and expensive perfume wafted to my nose. Her snatch was silky soft and plump. Still dry, it was only with effort that I penetrated the inner lips.
Mrs. Packard smirked, "You gave up rather easily," and brushed my hand away as she stood.
We walked down the corridor and into the living room. It was furnished with exquisite taste, modern yet opulent. Thick pile cream colored carpeting stretched from wall to wall, one of which was a mirror of frosted diamond panels. Huge potted palms were in every corner and the furniture was low and comfy with white kid upholstery. A brightly colored Picasso print dominated another wall.
"Take off your shoes, and anything else," Mrs. Packard suggested tongue in cheek.
I followed her suggestion, kicking off my loafers, and started setting up.
"Where's Fitzroy going to be?" I was as business-like as possible, "Over there? Good."
She positioned the grinning poodle on a table top as I rigged the lights. Then I loaded my Rolleiflex and took a fast reading.
"Make sure you get his prick," Mrs. Packard smiled as she diddled the furry sheath until a crimson spur slithered out.
She was lounging with her dress hiked to her hips. Sprawled seductively on the sofa, her luscious thighs parted impudently to reveal her bush, the wealthy freak was a study in wanton desire. Her mouth was parted and flecked with spit, her eyes dull and lusting.
I had to get out of there before I jumped her.
"Will you come in for your prints or would you prefer to have them mailed?" I asked with my back to her as I packed up the equipment.
Confident of a good job which would warm the cockles of my uncle's heart, I awaited her reply. But all I heard were murmurs of delight, the rustling of her body on the kid sofa.
CHAPTER THREE
"Fitzrooooy...."
"Omigod!" I gasped as I turned to discover the poodle savoring his mistress' twat.
Mrs. Packard was flat on her back, her pussy writhing up at Fitzroy's snout. His long slab-like red tongue lashed over her sweetmeats, lapped up the cuntcream, struggled into the gash she had opened for him. She sat up on an elbow and went for the animal's prick. Fitzroy threw back his head and howled, a jet of rank fluid splattering her belly and thighs.
Hastily aiming the camera, I captured the odd couple at the height of their passion.
"Scoot, Fitzroy," she giggled, "Go to the kitchen like a good boy."
The poodle barked and scampered away.
"Gwendolyn!"
"Yes'm?" the maid swayed her dynamite body into the living room.
"Undress me," Mrs. Packard croaked, her voice still thick with desire, "I want some nudes taken of me."
I sighed and set up the lights again, stunned by this sudden threat to my self-control.
The maid removed Mrs. Packard's black patent leather spike heels first.
"Fitzroy made my pussy itch," the lady of the house mewed like a child.
"Maybe the nice man will make it better," the maid soothed her.
Suddenly she was naked, her gamy figure dazzling me. A pair of the most alluring titties I had ever seen jutted from the debauched brunette's chest. Saucy things tipped with shocking pink discs, they looked hard as rocks. She was feeling them, her diamond ringed fingers racing up and over the upturned cones. I watched them shimmy under her touch, wanted to hold them myself.
"Will you make my pussy better?" she asked me.
"I'll do the best I can," my voice was dry as I started to undress.
"Gwendolyn, you should help too," Mrs. Packard tossed fitfully on the sofa, her fingers delving into the mysteries of her cunt. "Take your clothes off and help us."
"Yes'm," the maid hastened to obey her, peeling her crisp white uniform from her outrageous body.
Completely naked by this time, I strutted over to the couch with my prick bouncing hard. It would be my downfall. But shit, I thought. I might as well go down in style. This would be my last fling and there was every reason in the world to enjoy it to the utmost.
The maid was stripped by this time. Voluptuous, earthy, there was oodles and oodles of her. The buttocks and jugs were floppy and huge. Her twat bristled with dark blonde curls.
In contrast, Mrs. Packard was willowy and trim. Her face, unlike the maid's, was refined.
She looked like a saint. I was in a tailspin wondering what to do first. Staring down at the thrashing beauty while the maid came up behind me to hold my brittle cock, to rub her hot jugs against my spine, I felt dizzy.
"C'mon, young blood," Mrs. Packard gushed, "Put your rod in my face."
Leaning over, one knee on the edge of the sofa, I watched her shove that exquisite face into my groin. Her nose came up under my balls. They flopped down to her cheek. She strained her tongue out and up, lapped my balls until they sparkled. I screamed when she sucked a nut into her mouth and tickled the sac with her tongue. Mrs. Packard's gulping noises told me of her joy. I went for the tits, mauling them under my hot palms. It made me grin to see them flopping under my fingers, to feel the resilient tissue flattening beneath my mitt. She tired of my nuts and went for the dick. Lingering up to the meathead, she plunged it deep in her lips and chugged away.
"Ahh, ahh, All!" I growled as she went down on me with the talent born of practice.
Meanwhile, the maid had clambered between Mrs. Packard's gorgeous white thighs. The stacked honey blonde's knockers dangled in the V. Her face was a mask of hunger and depravity. A coarse tongue snaked out of her lips and slid neatly into her mistress' slit.
"Judas Priest," Mrs. Packard gasped and went down on my dick again.
The maid sucked and licked with such fervor that we could hear the clicking of her tongue in the lady's sopping trench. She gnawed and tugged at the thick labia. Seizing Mrs. Packard by the clitoris, she held this to her teeth and applied rapid bites. Her thumb glistening with cuntcream, she plunged it into her employer's asshole.
Mrs. Packard stiffened, her body coated with a sheen of sweat, and growled her lust, my prick still buried in her face.
"That was divine," she whispered hoarsely after drawing my cock from her lips, "Ahhh, Gwendolyn. And Bill. Dear Bill, you haven't come yet. And you're so hard and big. Stick it in Gwendolyn and let me lick the both of you."
"The Oriental Squat would be best," I rubbed my chin to ponder the issue, "Yes," I kneeled on the sofa with my cock soaring from my loins, "Straddle me," I told the maid.
She placed her thunder thighs on either side of mine and guided my hard-on into her mush. A slight forward thrust of her hips and I was sunk to the nuts in her cunt. Those huge knockers were right in my face. I kissed them, squeezed them, as she rocked back and forth. Then I stroked her hips and buttocks, entered her asscrack to plunder her anus.
Mrs. Packard, giddy with delight, kissed the both of us on the lips and sunk beneath our haunches to lick our locked privates. My dangling balls were the first area to be kissed. She proceeded to my asshole and then to the maid's. Drinking the juices dripping from Gwendolyn's pussy, she fingered both of our anuses until we came.
BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRNNNNGGGGGG the phone interrupted the next phase of our orgy.
My dick was deep in the maid's mouth again, my balls held by Mrs. Packard.
"Let's switch," the lovely brunette gushed, "Get the phone, dear."
The maid drew slowly off my prick and plucked the receiver from its cradle.
"Packard residence," she said, trying her best to stifle her giggles.
Mrs. Packard had, by this time, begun to suck my dick. I held her lovely face by the cheeks, followed as she bobbed up and down on my surging phallus. She was so good at it that I almost disregarded the disturbing alarms from my sixth sense. A distinct feeling of trouble warmed its way into the thread of my rapture.
My uncle had called!
"Mrs. Packard can't come to the phone at the moment," the maid smirked, "She's sucking off your nephew...."
The receiver erupted with the outraged voice of my uncle. It sounded like a radio gone haywire. We couldn't understand a word he was saying. But we could guess. The three of us went into spasms of laughter. We doubled up and rolled around until the receiver on the floor went dead.
"Well, that's that," I shrugged, "What's next on the agenda? "
Mrs. Packard spread her legs a country mile in reply.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was finshed shortly after nightfall. Hauling the heavy equipment case down the street, I was just about to hail a cab and get back to the studio when Jack Baines appeared out of nowhere.
"Hey, man," the hip assistant to one of Manhattan's most successful fashion photographer's clapped me on the back, "What's happening?"
Jack was one of the first friends I had made in New York and we often prowled the Village together looking for sweet young things to photograph. He had the run of his boss's big well equipped studio. It always impressed the kids we dragged in there. A few quick head shots and we went to work on them, pulling down their pants, lifting up their blouses. It never failed. And we always filled their portfolios with interesting photographs.
"Oh, wow," I wiped my brow after setting down the heavy case, "The shit hit the fan."
We talked it over at the nearest bar. Jack laughed his ass off and did his best to cheer me up.
"It can't be all that bad, man. Look at these," he took a sheath of glossies from his attache case, "I met these kids at the beach. Wild right?"
Some of the freshest, most wholesome teenage girls I had ever seen were posing under the boardwalk in just the bottoms of their bathing suits. One of the girls in a black tank suit had tugged it down to the fringe of her pussy hairs.
"Great work, Jack. I'm impressed."
"See this one? I was arranging her hair and my hand brushed against her nipple. It went hard as a button. She shivered, and said, "Please, I'm pubescent'. Really groovy kids. We did all this under the boardwalk!"
"Yes, I see ... Well, I've got to get back and process these tonight. That's the least I can do for the old man. He's going to fire me. But I should finish the job for him."
"Bill, if he's going to let you go you might as well come with me tonight. No ifs ands or buts. You can develop and print while we're waiting for the broads."
"Huh?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you? There's more to the story. They're dropping over to pick up their shots," Jack laid a few bills on the bar and slid off his stool, "Maybe we'll get to ball them. Who knows? And we can always pick up some new talent on the way over."
The booze had loosened me up and I readily agreed. We arrived at the fashion studio soon after. Jack switched on the rock music and indirect lighting.
I was in the darkroom processing when I heard him call out, "Mind the store. I need cigarettes."
The door slammed shut and I went back to work.
After dropping the film into the last bath, I dried my hands and strolled out to the office. Jack's keys were jingling outside. He came in with a pretty girl in mod style clothes. She wasn't one of the kids from the beach. True to form, Jack had scored walking around the block.
She was tall and sultry, a thick cascade of chestnut hair tumbling over one shoulder. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a flimsy tiki shirt with three buttons open at the neck, it was difficult to keep from staring at the saucy little boobs that sprouted naked beneath the pullover. They weren't in the knocker category, but the mere fact of their nakedness under the thin garment added greatly to their allure. They jiggled as she strutted into the office with a cautious smile on her sexy face. High cheekbones, large slanting eyes, and a mouth meant for kissing and sucking contributed to the girl's appeal. Her wide hips had to frame the bushiest and most succulent twat.
"Heather, meet my associate Bill Page. We work very closely together," he searched her features for recognition of the double meaning in his voice.
Heather's darling tongue flashed out and moistened her lips as she said, "Hello, Bill," in the sexiest voice, "I'm looking forward to working with you," her hips swayed. And turning to Jack, she asked, "Where's the dressing room? I'd like to get ready for you."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Straight in the back," he said, "We'll be with you in a moment. Uh, you might do some body makeup too. There are a few glamour poses which require nudity."
"Of course," she was amiable as she cupped her breasts before us. "You want me to touch up the nipples?"
"Exactly." I answered.
"Don't keep me waiting long," she swayed down the hall.
Jack and I exchanged knowing looks. When Heather was out of ear shot, he said, "Let's warm her up slowly. Just tease her along. By the time the other chicks get here she'll be ready for anything. We might be able to get them to freak out together if we play it right."
"Digit."
She was naked to the waist when we joined her in the studio proper. Heather had her back to us. It was flawless white. A hint of her lovely titties appeared over her arm as she looked over her shoulder.
"Love your place, man. It's far out," our model purred in that smoky voice of hers.
"Turn around and let's see you," Jack got down to brass tacks.
Heather smirked as she wheeled around and posed with her elbows resting on a high formica tabletop. Brushing the heavy chestnut locks away, she gave us a good look at her gorgeous boobs. Perky things, they had large nipples that bulged out from the surrounding tissue. She was trying out her model expressions. An adorable pout appeared on her face. Then she lifted her arms and framed her head. The boobs were lifted up and outwards at jaunty angles.
"How about my cunt? Would you like to see that too? We might as well go all the way."
It was going to be difficult warming her up slowly. She was already two steps ahead of us.
"Do I get an answer?" she demanded.
"Stay like that!" I raised my hand, "What a stunning pose. Where's my camera? No, don't move, Heather. Stay just like that!"
"My goodness," she warbled, "All this attention."
Grabbing a pic stand with a photoflood bulb attached to it, I placed it in front of her and switched it on, bathed her with light. Jack rolled over a large bank of strobes and plugged the cord into his Hasselblad. Taking a reading for the both of us, we swung into action.
"Yes, you might as well strip down," I approached her and unzipped the fly of her dungarees.
"Let me," Heather almost broke the pose.
"No. Don't move. Let me. We'll never be able to get it quite the same," I warned.
Pulling her blue jeans off, I helped her step out of them and tossed them aside. She was in her panties. These were the skimpy bikini kind, a shade of pastel blue. A bulge of pussy fur pressed out from the crotch. I patted it and lightly stroked her mound, pressed harder. Heather squirmed and emitted small murmurs of distress. My prick snapped up hard as a rock when I held her warm, chubby belly, rolled it under my hand. Then I dipped my fingertips into her snatch and dug them past her rich shag of curls into the slit. She gasped and quivered when I scraped her clitoris. Heather had a fat twat. It was a joy to squeeze.
Jack, who had been clicking off a series of shots, reloaded the Hasselblad and pulled over a long chaise. I was taking off her last stitch of clothing, taking care to fondle her plump buttocks, when my colleague said, "Heather, dear. We'll do some poses on this now. Anything you can think of. Just go into a different number each time the strobes flash."
"All right," she mumbled, obviously annoyed that I wasn't going to paw her anymore.
The beauty reclined languorously on the chaise, her face sullen. Heather was looking us both over, wondering why we didn't jump her on the spot. I had got her twat flowing. She worked her thighs together around the bushy patch, tried to quell her passion.
"Bill, you work well with Heather. I suggest that you show her how to pose," Jack glanced nervously at the clock.
Our model was getting impatient. We had brought her to the point of madness with only the minimum of effort. She was going to leave if we didn't get something going. And fast. If only the girls from the beach would show up.
"Take your clothes off," Heather startled us, "We'll all work better if you do. It breaks the ice, I find. There's more communication."
"Good idea," I cheerfully pulled off my slacks and shirt and underwear.
"Your penis is moist at the tip," Heather leaned closer for a better view, "How about yours, Jack? Take out yours." There was a note of urgency in her voice. "Oh, pardon me, Bill. I seem to have touched your prick. Oh, look. It's getting so hard and big." she yanked it, "C'mon, Jack. Pull it out."
Heather squirmed up to my prick and took a deep breath as she prepared to lick off the discharge. I noticed that her eyes were darting back and forth between me and Jack. He was sporting a hard-on as well.
"Get a little closer and I'll stroke it while I kiss this one," Heather mumbled before her tongue slid out and curled over my meathead.
It was startlingly intense. Her tongue's moistness and heat charged me. My dick was pounding in her light grasp. I moaned as she traversed my brittle stalk to the base and did marvelous things with my nuts.
"Here, hold it," Jack croaked, his dork supported in two hands over her shoulder.
Heather, never ceasing her labors on my tool, ran her fingers over his thighs and belly, teased him. She made Jack whimper and stamp his feet before she tickled under his big dangling balls. Then the hot child's artful fingers crawled up to the tip. Pausing just beneath the flange, she jiggled his foreskin back and tickled the junction of tissue at the notch. I heard him sigh heavily when she proceeded to scrape at his slit, to pinch the bulbous tip.
"I'm going to sip you, darling," she told me, "You're so tasty and good. I'll have to put your cock in my mouth. Is that all right?"
"Yes," I sobbed.
My prick was resting on her lower lip. I could feel the heat of her breath upon me. Sweat ran down my chest. She worked her tongue into my urethra. My mind was blown by the time she slowly wrapped her lips over my knob.
"Ummm," Heather savored my cock, her eyes glued to my face as she studied the reaction of her cocksucking.
Swivelling my hips up and around, I speared her with my hard-on. It sunk deep into her startled face. But Heather recovered nicely, joyously suckled the derrick in her jaws. Loud popping noises resulted as I worked my prick in and out of her sucking mouth. I stroked her hair, wandered down to a titty and toyed with it. The nipple fascinated me. Forming my fingertips, into a loose claw, I molded them around the bulging hemisphere and twirled it. Heather quaked and whined as I applied pressure. Her response was to suck me harder, faster. She was a whirlwind!
"Hey, let go," Jack pushed Heather's hand from his cock, "That's the doorbell."
"Oh, shit," she was annoyed, "And I wanted you to rub me with your joints. All over. Finger me, Bill."
"Sure, dear. Just lie down and take it easy," I sat down beside her on the chaise.
Hoping it was the girls from the beach, I began to bring out the best in Heather. Palpitating her titties, belly, thighs, I finally spread her legs and explored her pussy. Heather's 'odor feminine drifted up in clouds as I pried open her lips and exposed the sparkling, creamy gash. She swivelled and thrashed as I massaged her vulva, thumbed her clitoris. Her face was taut with pleasure.
"Look who'se here!" Jack laughed as he skipped in with a naked teenybopper on each arm.
"Ta ra ra boom de ay!" the blonde with her hair done up in frizzy afro ringlets kicked high, flaunted her amber fluffed snatch.
The blonde's companion, an outrageously stacked redhead, grinned from ear to ear.
"Just my cup of tea," she snaked her arm from Jack's and swayed over to the chaise to sit, "What have we here? What have they been doing to you, darling?"
"My heroine," Heather flung her arms around the redhead and dragged her down on top of her.
"We make friends easily," the blonde cocked her thumb in her playmate's direction, "Do you want to gang bang?"
"All in due time," I grasped the reins, "Actually, when we get going, two of you girls are going to lick my prick and balls. I rather like that."
"Oh, do you?" she came closer and cupped my rod in two hands, "You might find it difficult separating them," she glanced over at Heather and the redhead.
To be sure, the lesbo lovers were going at full speed, their luscious young bodies gliding sensually together. They were kissing and feeling each other's breasts while their hot, flowing pussies mashed together. Sharp gasps announced each sizzling contact of their passion beans.
"Why don't you help them. Go down on their cunts while I lick your balls. Jack can fuck my pussy in the meantime," the blonde smirked.
"To hear is to obey," I laughed and crawled between the two sets of sprawling legs.
Palming the redhead's asscheeks, I licked around her pungent anus. She went crazy, battering her flaming red snatch into Heather's. Pleased with this reaction, I roamed down to her pussy while fingering the one beneath it. Careful to continue the stimulation of her asshole, I plugged it with my thumb. Her juices were lip-smacking good. Lapping them with relish, I decided to compare Heather's. Twisting my head down, I scooped a tongue full of cuntcream into my mouth and swallowed it. The second helping practically squirted into my lips. Heather was gushing pints of cream.
"Just bend over and lick it good. Then I'll put it in your cunt," Jack told the blonde, "Aahhh."
I couldn't see them, but I could imagine from the rasping noises my friend made.
"Had enough?" she asked Jack, "I'd like to feel your cock sliding up my pussy. Slowly, very slowly."
"Get on the couch with your ass up," he snapped.
I felt the blonde's hand rub up the underside of my cock. She got a good grip and clenched hard as Jack worked his dick into her pussy. He walked it in step by step. She growled with passion and went for my nut sac. Jack had to be fucking her ass off. She was voracious, insane. My balls throbbed from the action of her mouth. Then her finger stabbed into my asshole and I roared.
Heather insisted upon licking each of the new pussies. A chorus of feminine laughter arose as the three switch-hitting lovelies got into position.
"Pussy sucking time," Heather warbled, "On your backs, girls. Spread your legs. Hurry up, please."
The blonde and her redhead companion could hardly move. They were giggling so much. Each new burst of riotous laughter made their boobs jiggle. Jack and I, hard-ons bouncing, couldn't get over it. But they finally managed to flop over on their backs and flaunt their snatches. The blonde's amber cunt rug was dazzling.
"Most guys faint when they see it," she admitted, "Chicks too."
"Do you like mine?" the redhead simpered, her creamy thighs opened to an obscene angle.
Her twat was densely matted with flaming red whisps. The triangular bush was the thickest any of us had ever seen. A twitching coral pink trench oozed a trickle of cuntcream under the ruddy thicket.
"Touch yourselves," Heather demanded, "Work up a good lather for me. I don't want to go down on dry cunt. Get it nice and juicy."
"You're so spoiled," the blonde murmured, "We're both so horny and you're making us do all these things to ourselves. It's just not fair."
"Isn't she mean?" the redhead whined.
"Kiss me," her blonde friend whispered.
Jack and I, standing to either side of Heather, swiftly directed her hands to our pricks. We wanted a constant flow of stimulation surging through our loins while the two kids on the couch went into their thing.
The redhead was the passive one. Her lissome blonde pal flung her arms around her neck and offered choice ruby lips. Their tits were just touching, the hardened nipples brushing together. Two tongues shot out and touched. They circled and slid. Then the blonde was poking hers deep in the other girl's lips. Catching it with her teeth, the redhead sucked it so hard that the blonde gasped, thinking it would be ripped out. She fell over on the redhead and ran her hands down into her thighs. Clenching a handful of the flesh, she squeezed it hard and began to stroke the fat clump of red pussy fur. Meanwhile, her amber flossed cunt was being searched as well. The redhead had three fingers swimming in the goo. She dug her nails into the tender pink cuntlips and scraped down hard. The blonde howled and bucked. Then she seized the erect clitoris and toyed with it. We could hear their hands rustling over the crisp snatch curls, clicking in the sopping trenches.
"Shouldn't we get some shots of this?" Heather never took her eyes from the fingerfucking duet.
"It's on automatic, lovey," Jack whispered, "The camera has a motor and clicks off at intervals. We're shooting 35mm color."
Sure enough, the strobe blinked and caught the couple on the chaise in the height of their climax.
"Wow, that was wild," the redhead settled back on the chaise grinning and catching her breath.
"I'll say," the blonde tittered, "Well, we're all foamy with juices, Heather. Who are you going to eat first? "
"That's a good question," I broke in, "We wouldn't want to hurt anybody's feelings. How about a variation on drawing straws?"
Everybody perked up.
"Sounds interesting," Heather smirked, still coaxing our pricks to the verge of orgasm with deft fingers.
"OK, listen," my voice was full of suspense as our group gathered around, "Jack and I will put our pricks into their twats and get them good and greasy. Heather, you'll lick us off and choose."
"Fair enough," the redhead smiled, "does that agree with you, Miss Thing?"
"Yup," the blonde grinned, "Shake boobs and come out gushing," she applied vigorous pressure to the other girl's jug.
"Heather, close your eyes," Jack barked, "And no peaking, all right?"
"Word of honor!" Heather squealed with mirth, "Get those cocks in action."
"Go stand in the corner," I laughed.
Heather complied, padding demurely to the other end of the studio and hiding her face.
The girls got on their hands and knees and propped their gorgeous rears high. Jack and I advanced upon them and quickly chose our targets. The redhead appealed to me. I drew my hands up to her pussy and spread the lips. One thrust and I was sinking to the balls in her fiery snatch. She moaned and shook, her saucy hanging boobs riding with her lust. The blonde's coos of delight blended into our grunts. Jack was plowing along slowly, teasing the freak's asshole and clitoris while he bit her on the ribs.
"Hurry up, kids. I'm thirsty. Absolutely parched, "Heather mewed, "If you don't stop fucking I'm going to peak."
"All right, hold your horses," the redhead grumbled, "Take it out ... Ooops! I almost finked!"
"Shhhh," the blonde hissed, "Don't give it away."
Jack and I pulled our erections from the twats with juicy sucking noises. The girls quickly turned and sat to watch the contest, their faces flushed with eagerness.
"Ready?" Heather was just as anxious.
"Come and get it!" I bellowed.
She flew over breathlessly, her adorable titties bouncing wildly, and surveyed our sparkling prongs. Licking her chops, the freaked out model dropped to her knees and crawled over to Jack's cock. She devoured him like an ear of corn, slurped down the goo from the blonde's pussy. Then she went for me, lingering under my foreskin for every drop of cream.
"I want yours, Bill," she announced.
"I won!" the blonde squealed with joy.
In tears, the redhead collapsed on the chaise as Heather dived into the blonde's muff. Taking pity upon the teenager, I mounted her for a fuck. She was warm and yielding, her hot belly grinding up to meet mine. Taking my prick, she guided it to her channel and heaved up. I sighed as my prong slipped into her tight hole. She was working her twat muscles so that the walls gripped my cock like a juicy glove. Her tits were like ivory bowls on her chest. Wide hemispheres tipped with shocking pink nipples. I sucked each one and went for her lips. She returned my kisses sensually, her fingertips drifting along my spine and into my asscrack. Diddling my anus, she reached for the balls and held them firmly, rubbed them as I picked up speed. Her thighs parted wider. She flung her long legs around my waist and held me firmly to her fat cunt. I mashed the bone above my cock into her love button. That did it. She wailed and stiffened as the orgasm blew her mind. I went into my last thrusts, froze, and erupted in a powerful fit of passion. We worked it out together, thrilling to the intense rapture of our mutual climax.
Heather, Jack, and the blonde, struggling through a daisy chain, came just afterwards. Jack was buried in Heather's cunt. She was making the blonde crazy with her cuntlapping. Jack's dick was five inches down the blonde's throat. Hoarse sighs and murmurs came from the oral trio.
We went to a discoteque and danced until dawn. I got drunk as a bastard and they had to lug me back to my uncle's studio.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I made the arrangements the following day. We booked a twin engine executive jet for the flight down to Palm Beach. Alexandra was on the phone all day long. The only available friend she could dig up was one Sally Barton, a very well preserved blonde in her forties.
We only had time for the briefest hellos before speeding out to Idlewild where our plane was waiting on a special ramp. But, as soon as we were airborne, things took a decidedly intimate turn.
"Let's undress," Sally said. "I'm anxious to see your dick. I'll wager it's monstrous."
"Last one naked's a rotten egg," Alexandra rushed to win the race.
Willa stripped languidly, her eyes flickering over everybody as she exposed her statuesque body.
The cabin of the plane, according to my instructions, had been fitted with a huge bed.
I got an erection at once, surrounded as I was by all of that girl meat. My cock danced a lewd step before the trio of eager pussies. I didn't know where to start. Sally Barton's ripe blonde patch was a delight to behold. Willa's cocoa body and hot fat snatch was no less inviting. And, of course, Alexandra's thick brunette wedge always turned me on.
Walla and Sally got handfuls of my balls and prick while Alexandra writhed on the bed with her legs spread so that we could all see the goo rush from her cuntlips while she plucked at her nipples.
"Fuck me with your prick, Bill," she pleaded.
"But perhaps Bill would like a blowjob first," Sally offered.
I was very aroused by the crawling sensations her fingers brought forth in my dick. Her large creamy knockers added to my pleasure as she swayed them against my chest. Willa was behind me, toying with my nuts, while Sally Barton got ready to take my cock in her mouth. The fortiesh blonde's mouth was wide open, the lips flecked with saliva, the tongue rolling out to meet my cock. She moaned softly as she handled my shaft and sniffed the odors of my pubic beard. A pearl of come appeared at the slit.
"Delicious," Sally groaned, smacking her lips as she licked it off and swallowed it.
Alexandra was lathering herself up on the bed, impatient for some attention.
It seemed to me as though Willa and Sally were enjoying her discomfort.
I was dying to hop on her but Willa had my balls and Sally was spinning her tongue around my meathead.
"Hold tight, Sally," Willa giggled as she parted my ass cheeks and reamed my anus with her cold, darting tongue.
"Aggh!" I laughed, shocked and amused as the wet flesh invaded the orifice.
"That's right, girls," Alexandra spat, "Get him hot for me."
Willa went for my balls and washed them with swipes of her tongue, breathing deeply of my aroma. I fondled Sally's enormous boobs and played with the nipples while she licked up and down my cock shaft.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like her to suck you off?" Sally smirked, "I mean, maybe you'd like to squirt some come in her mouth." she was obviously teasing poor Alexandra.
"Bill, I want you to hump my cunt. But after that I want you to sink your big red cock into my asshole, dear. I crave the feeling of hard brutal dick in my bowels. Please fuck my asshole, Bill. Promise you'll stick it up my rear," Alexandra pleaded with me.
"Let's fuck" I muttered in a daze.
Willa and Sally stood arm in arm as I began to fuck her. They were pleasantly surprised to see that I started at her thighs and licked my way to her cunt.
The airplane banked gently and afforded us a view of some fishing boats huddled for the night on the ocean.
Parting the vulva with my fingers, I lapped her from anus to love button, savoring the heady liquors of her sex. Alexandra rubbed her tits while I went down on her. She couldn't wait until I lanced her and eased the suffering cunt meats from their sexual anguish.
Leaving a trail of kisses along Alexandra's wide pelvis, I moved on top of her. She giggled as I went for her breasts with my slaving, lapping tongue. Starting at the undersides of the gorgeous globes, I nibbled my way to the ruby tips and took them in my teeth.
"Don't come yet, Bill," she hissed, choking on her own saliva. "Remember, Bill. My asshole...."
"Is that what you want? You want my big dick in your rear end? You want me to sodomize you?" I rasped as I felt her cunt twitch against my flying phallus.
"Christ, yes!" she wailed. "Bugger me! Violate me in the vilest way you know!"
Reaching under her cunt, I searched for her asshole. My finger hooked into the opening and tugged at the stiff sphyncter. It loosened immediately and I inserted another finger. Soon I was finger fucking her asshole while my cock did crazy things in her pussy, drove her wild. Not content, I took one of her boobs in my mouth and sucked loudly upon it.
Fascinated by my screw technique, Willa and Sally moved closer to the bed to get a better look at my dick shlogging away in their bisexual friend's pussy. Her cuntlips were moving in and out with my thrusts, giving the appearance of munching lips.
Alexandra groaned joyously while I humped away at her cunt and abused her asshole.
Willa got down on the bed beside Alexandra and took her other titty in her mouth, directed the livid tip along her lips. She drew it in further and chewed. This made Alexandra buck like a bronco and scream even louder as she came and came and came.
Sally wanted to see me fuck her in the asshole as soon as was humanly possible. To get me going, she crouched on the bed over my rearing buttocks and stuck her finger up my crack. I snorted as the finger sunk into my bowels and rammed Alexandra hard, jogging back and forth at a breakneck pace. Sally kept pushing her finger deeper into my hole and lapped at my nuts as they swung rapidly in counterpoint time to my humping.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole now, Alexandra," I huffed.
"How I crave it," the wanton lovely wept. "I want to be cornholed so bad!"
I'm no amateur, as you have probably realized by now, at the fine art of ass fucking. In fact, I relish every opportunity to bugger a broad. Sally and Willa scampered out of the way so I could get Alexandra into position. I took her by the ankle and lifted her leg up and under my chest. Thus, I was still sunk deep in her snatch when she got on her side with those delightfully cool buttocks pressing against my thighs, I bit her ears and drove my tongue into the channels. Then my hands cruised roughly down her midriff, clutched at the pointy tits and kneaded her taut belly. Soon I was in the furry warmth of her moist snatch fiddling with her clitoris. Reaching into her asscrack from the rear, I located her anus and yanked it as wide as I was able.
"I'm going to sock it to you now, Alexandra. I'm going to pop my dick into your asshole," I grunted. "You'll feel it sear your sphyncter and then squish into the bowels. It won't be gentle."
"Oh, fuck it, Bill. I don't care! Wreck me with your big prick" the lust crazed hoyden begged me. "Fuck my asshole while everybody watches."
I slowly withdrew my joint from Alexandra's hot twat. It was slimy enough to give me an easy entry into her anus. But, just to make sure, I scooped out a handful of cuntcream and applied it to her hole and my dick.
Alexandra whimpered with fear and desire as I prepared her for the anal ordeal.
Alexandra needed it terribly, this unnatural coupling. She knew it would be agony. Still, she wanted to have her bowels punctured by my massive erection. She had to have my strong arms enfolding her, clutching her to me as I found out my lust.
The first pressure of my dick against her asshole brought her back to reality.
"AAAGGHHH!!!!!" the pitiful thing cried, "Go slow, you horny motherfucker!" she was screaming as beads of sweat appeared on her brow.
My meathead snapped into her asshole. The sharp pain drove Alexandra wild. The screams stopped in her throat. She gurgled and gagged. The room was spinning. Sally and Willa seemed so far away.
I drove the rod swiftly into her straining anus, frantic with sexual joy. Her sweet opening was so hot and tight!
I chuckled, "Yea, baby," and worked back and forth, sawed her buttocks with my tool.
Her eyes were wide like a decked swordfish's. Her fingers clawed the bedding of the airborne bed as her pussy flowed over and her belly quivered rapidly despite the agonizing slicing of my cornholding dick.
"Oooh, it's so big and haaaard," she wept. "Bill, I didn't ... Ohhh," she moaned.
Feeling the spring snap back in my cock, I knew that I was about to get off in Alexandra's rectum. My hands went for her breasts and pressed them like pies to her chest. She howled and sweated as I lanced cruelly into her bowels. Her sighs of perverse pain and pleasure excited me all the more. And then she leaned back to offer her mouth.
The contact of her soft lips and tongue upon mine triggered me.
"AAAAARRRGGHHH!!!!!" I shrieked as the terrible rumbling in my straining balls erupted in a hot fountain of scum pumping into Alexandra's prat.
"Daaaarling, ooohh, I'm soo happy for you," she squawked and collapsed in a spasm as she too felt another hot surge in her womb, "Bill, it's so beautiful."
Letting my cock throb to a standstill, I pulled it from her violated anus and flopped over on my back, panting and chuckling violently.
Alexandra and Sally decided to invade the pilot's cabin stark naked.
"Listen, we don't want to crash!" Willa laughed.
"Fuck it, I'm desperate," Sally admitted. "I want some action!"
Willa and I heard squeals of laughter and hoarse masculine cries after the cabin door slammed shut.
"They must be on their knees between the poor guys' legs," Willa mused. "Listen, think I'll join them."
And with that she scurried into the cockpit to join the others.
Alexandra took some snapshots of the high jinks in the control center of our chartered twin engine jet. They depict Sally and Willa and the pilot in every possible posture of the sexual act.
"If I had a few more, we could make a deck of cards," my lovely wife smirked.
Oh, before I forget-Alexandra Dumont and I were married in Palm Beach.
All of our friends attended and Bev was the maid of honor, or maid of honorless as the case may be.
My uncle was extremely surprised when we called him up to take the photographs.
We flew him down on our jet and put him up in a guest house with Willa in constant attendance.
Life is one adventure after another for Alexandra and I.
Travelling from gambling casino to casino, we always find willing partners for our strenuous sexual activities.
