Linda Lewis sprawled her leggy body in the chrome and plastic kitchen chair and sipped her third cup of morning coffee. She was tall, with brown eyes, long blond hair and a big, voluptuous body that stopped traffic. Her husband, Herb, had been a varsity fullback at the college where they had met, and everybody on campus had ogled and envied them as the perfect match for each other.
That was in college, thought Linda ruefully. Times had changed. Sure, Herb had made them lots of money with his tool and die business and his easy sales ability. They had two Cadillacs, this big suburban house with its backyard full of tall elms, and a kitchen shiny with every appliance money could buy, but that wasn't enough. For the last three months Herb had hardly touched her.
He claimed that he was too tired, too worried about business during these recession times, and at first she believed him and tried pampering him. But he managed to be late for most of her candlelight suppers and hardly noticed her new, ultra-sheer beige negligee.
Linda took a sip of her coffee. It was only lukewarm now. Suddenly she heard a man's whistle. It startled her.
"Laundry man," said a bold, male voice through the screen door of the kitchen.
"Come on in," Linda stood up and smiled. "Where's old Mr. Thatcher?" She gave the tall, red-headed teenager in front of her an appreciative look from head to toe, lingering curiously at his crotch.
"He's on vacation. I'm replacing him," he added cockily.
"I can see that." She looked at her watch. "You're late too, aren't you?" She could see his eyes widen as he took in her full, firm tits and flared, sensual hips. She even detected a sudden shift in the shape of his crotch. He blushed slightly at her stare and shifted his weight onto his other foot.
"I don't know the route too well yet. Sorry."
"Well, put it down on the kitchen table over there." He nodded and padded across the room in his sneakers. She gave his hard boy's ass a long look. She liked the way it filled out his jeans, just right. He put the box down on the table and turned to face her.
"You have anything to go out?" He looked at her nervously still, but it was obvious he couldn't keep his eyes off her body.
Linda smiled as she realized that she'd left Herb's shirts in a pile in the bedroom upstairs. How convenient.
"You look like you could use a beer. Interested?"
A broad grin spread over the teenager's freckled face.
"Sure, would."
Linda felt his hot eyes on her long, slender back and firm rump as she ambled toward the refrigerator. This is more like it, she thought to herself. She opened the fridge and bent down seductively to grab hold of an ice cold can of beer. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his crotch suddenly give a jerk and the pole of his prick lengthen out visibly.
Last year she had turned thirty. She hadn't thought much of it at the time because her sex life with Herb had been going strong. Recently, though, she had wondered whether ten years of marriage had made her lose her appeal.
Obviously they hadn't.
She straightened up and turned to face a raging teenage hard-on and a red face.
"Here's your beer," she said, flipping off the tab and handing it to him. "The shirts are in a pile upstairs. Why don't you just follow me up there?"
The teenager reached for the beer, then almost dropped it when he heard Linda's suggestion.
She didn't wait for an answer, just turned and headed out of the kitchen and toward the stairs leading up from the front hallway. The kid padded after her like a puppy dog.
Linda preceded him up the stairs and gave her firm, but ample rump an easy, rolling twist that was aimed to get that teenage prick stiff and ready.
"I... I guess your husband's not home," muttered the kid as he followed Linda into the bedroom.
She turned and eyed him appreciatively.
"Oh, I don't think it'd matter much even if he was."
"You mean he's queer or something?" the kid blurted out. Linda gave him a grin and sat down on the unmade bed, kicking off her loafers.
"No, that's not what I mean. Are you queer?"
"Shit, no," he replied, turning beet-red.
"I didn't think so, not by the looks of your jeans." She lay back on the bed and gave a theatrical sigh. "I'm afraid my husband has a problem and just can't satisfy a woman anymore," she said without looking him in the eye. "Why don't you come over here and sit down."
Linda wondered whether she was being too gross, but she was afraid that subtlety would be lost on a kid that age. In any case, before she had time to think much further, the kid sat himself down on the springy bed, took a long sip of beer, then put it down on the floor and lay back.
In seconds Linda had his checkered shirt unbuttoned and was running her eager hands over his chest. She pulled herself up on top of him and pressed her lips against his. They were soft and young, not like a real man's lips, but they turned her on. Her tongue flicked out and thrust into his mouth. His eyes were shut tight.
Gradually he got over his first embarrassment at her boldness and began feeling over her willowy back and then explored that rich flesh of her ass. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his male hands on her. It was almost a sight of relief.
His dick jerked under her belly as she lay on top of him^exploring his mouth with her hot tongue. Soon his tongue was poking inside of hers. She drew in her own tongue and sucked his.
The feel of his eager tongue between her lips only made her lust for one thing. She was in no mood to play up to male vanity by letting him get around to whatever he felt like doing. She'd been hot for a man too long now.
Before the kid knew what was happening to him, she had his shirt stripped off him, his jeans unbuckled and unzipped and was lapping hungrily down his stomach. Her hot tongue paused at his navel and licked around while she pulled his prick out of his jeans. She raised herself up slightly so she could take a look at it.
It was very long and lean and circumcised. Already the slit in the bulb oozed clear liquid. She stuck out her tongue and licked off the droplet. It tasted young and sweet. None of the rich strength of Herb's mammoth tool.
In seconds she had the eager prick sliding down her hot throat. She could hear the kid groan softly with pleasure as she swallowed his lean shaft down until she licked his amazingly big balls with her tongue.
When she'd had enough of sucking the teenager's prick, she sat up and pulled her jersey up over her head. Her fair fell back down over her shoulders in a cascade. She reached behind and freed her tits from the snowy white bra and threw it on the floor on top of her jersey already lying on the floor.
The kid's eyes widened and his prick jerked forward wildly as he drank in the
sight of her large white tits with their big pink nipples already stiff and pointed. He reached up and boldly grabbed hold of the rich, fleshy mounds.
Linda's hand reached down and stroked his prick as she leaned forward enough so that he could suck her nipples, first one then the other, into his hot mouth. The feel of his clenched lips and the short, quick licking of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Her hands reached down under her skirt and pressed against the sheer nylon of her panties.
When the teenager started panting and his prick became extra hard in her stroking hand, she let go and stood up.
"Wow," he gasped. Just as she thought, he was almost ready to shoot his load. She droppedjier" skirt, then slipped her panties dowrilfer smooth rich thighs. The blond bush of her pubic hair appeared over the waistband then sprang free as her panties joined her skirt around her ankles.
"Would you like to lick me here?" she asked moving a slender finger down through the hairy thicket and between the moist folds of her pussy.
The kid nodded, tongue-tied. Linda got
back up on the bed, straddling the long male
body. As her thighs passed over his dick, she
let the raging red bulb of its head rub
against the wet pussy lips. The kid groaned softly and reached for her soft round hips.
Without wasting any more time, she gave him just what he wanted. She spread her thighs and pivoted her pussy up so that she could rub it slowly against his lips. The boy moaned and his tongue shot out of his mouth and licked the thick folds of her cunt. In seconds all the short blond hairs were plastered down to the rich lips of her pussy. She rubbed her crotch over his mouth, then up to his nose, back to his mouth, then onto his chin. His tongue hung, panting out of his mouth, as he licked up her juices.
Slowly she brought her large twat straight down on his mouth. His hands reached up and grabbed hold of her tits. His tongue lunged deep into the tunnel of her vagina and began churning, then thrusting in and out of the slick, tight hole.
"Oh, yeah, hon, lick it deep and . . . oh, yeah," she sighed as his tongue pricked at the stiff nub of her clit. She grabbed hold of his head and pressed his mouth hard against her pussy. His tongue shot deeper inside her as her fingers imbedded themselves in his shock of thick red hair. She ground her hips and shivered at the ripples of pleasure his hot young tongue set off deep inside her vagina.
She looked down to see his cheeks dripping with her gushing cunt juices. Then she reached behind her and grabbed his tense, stiff pole. It throbbed suddenly in her hand. She let go of it quickly, afraid he would suddenly come. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
For a minute she didn't know whether she wanted to eat up his dick again or thrust it into her cunt, but on second thought, she knew exactly what she wanted.
She freed her pussy from his tongue and edged down the bed. The kid's eyes fluttered open, then he grinned as she grabbed hold of his prick, aimed it at the slick lips of her cut then shoved it in deep and sat her full weight down on his groin. The long shaft shot deep up her tunnel until his balls rubbed against the fleshy cheeks of her ass.
She clenched her vaginal muscles and watched the look of surprise sweep over his freckled face.
Then she started humping, feeling the long shaft poke deep into her, thrusting and rubbing against the excited walls of her cunt. Each long stroke sent shivers deep inside her that shot up her spine. Every inch of her ripe, blond flesh rippled with pleasure. The kid began fucking, pivoting his lean hips and shoving his groin up to smack against her juice-drenched pussy. Their pubic hair- his flaming red tangle and her blond bush- mingled and got malted down from the wet slipperiness of their sex organs.
His hands grabbed wildly at her sex-ripe flesh as he jabbed his long dick faster and harder between her smacking cunt lips. Linda reveled in the feel of his big young hands stroking, rubbing and tugging at her aroused body. The flush on his face and glazed look in his eyes drove her to a fever pitch.
"Oh, fuck that cunt harder. Let me feel every inch," she gasped, tightening her slippery twat down on his jerking pole. Before she knew it, she was out of control, grunting and moaning with every fuck. Every inch of her vagina reacted with ripples of white-hot pleasure. She was riding high on a razor-edged wave.
Then suddenly it exploded. The wave broke, shaking her whole body into a rip tide of orgasm. All the times she had missed coming for months, .all the pent up sex, exploded and came to the surface in a split second. Her flesh was slick with sweat. Hoarse cries ripped from her throat just as the kid grabbed her by her round hips, slammed her convulsing twat down to his groin and splattered a hot load of cum deep inside her belly.
His hot young pole jerked wildly, shooting off over and over, flexing and unflexing, throbbing and smacking against the walls of her pussy. The peak of her orgasm seemed like it would never end. She had to stifle an urge to scream as best she could. She shook her big tits and ground her crotch against his thrusting groin.
Then, panting heavily, the kid's cock began to slow down and recede. The red-hot peak of her orgasm broke. She rocked her pussy lips so they could rub back and forth against his coarse crotch hairs. And gradually settled down from the fever-pitched high. It was like a leaf floating slowly to the ground.
"Goddamn, what a fuck!" She knew the words were crude, but it fitted the hard, fast lust of their sex perfectly. The kid beamed and sighed.
"You're the first real woman I ever made it with. It's a real difference from young chicks. Jesus!"
Linda laughed and bent down to give him a big wet kiss on the mouth.
"Well, you certainly fuck a hell of a lot better than a lot of grown men I can think of. You'll make some girl a dream lover."
She noticed suddenly that a look of sadness had come over his face. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment. Then it dawned on Linda that he was hoping to make a habit of this. She sighed and smiled.
"We'll see each other again. But I am married, you know, even if my husband is next to invisible these days. Now smile." She ran her slender finger over his tender lips, and a grin broke out from ear to ear. "That's better."
All at once Linda heard the back screen door slam. "Jesus, I forgot to lock the back door!" She scrambled to her feet and both of them started hastily pulling on their clothes.
"Linda, where are you, hon?" shouted Sue's big voice.
"I'll be down in a minute, Sue. Heat up some coffee," yelled back Linda. "I hope to God she stays downstairs," she added to the kid. His face was bleached white now, and she thought she noticed his legs shaking. "Don't worry. It's only my next door neighbor, Sue. She's my best friend. Count on it," she winked. The kid grinned nervously and buckled his belt without saying another word.
Linda and the kid were about to leave the bedroom when he said, "You never asked me my name," Linda stopped and turned to him. And women are supposed to be the sentimental ones, she thought as she put this tidbit into her file marked "Men."
"I'm sorry. I was just so turned on I forgot to ask," she said smoothly and gently, hugging him. "Tell me. Please?"
"It's Pete," he said laconically, then
grabbed her in his arms and gave her a long
romantic kiss on the mouth. She stroked his
back like a kitten. Inwardly she sighed and
told herself she'd have to be careful with this boy-man Pete.
Sue's eyes popped open wide as she saw Linda and Pete come into the kitchen, Pete's arms loaded down with shirts.
"I forgot and left them upstairs," stated Linda with a look of warning to Sue. Pete's face was red, and he looked painfully awkward.
"I've gotta go," he said abruptly and popped out the kitchen door before either woman could do or say anything. The van started up, and Pete was out of the driveway before they both suddenly broke into gales of laughter.
"What's with the kid?" said Sue when she had caught her breath.
"That's a long story."
Sue's eyebrows arched inquisitively. "Oh?"
"Sit down, Sue. And have that cup of coffee. I need somebody to talk to."
Sue sat opposite Linda at the kitchen table with her chin propped up on her hands, elbows on the table top. She was all ears . . . and eyes. She'd admired, in fact, she'd practically worshipped Linda ever since the big blond woman had moved in next door two years before. Often she'd dreamed that Linda and she were all alone in a small, comfy bedroom in a cottage lost somewhere in the woods. They'd curl up together and sleep in each other's arms, and Sue would feel as if everything in the world was perfect and complete. Nothing could harm her while she was in Linda's arms.
But the daytime Sue was an entirely different kind of woman. Sue was sturdy, but small, with shining black eyes, lustrous brown hair cut boyishly short. She had none of the big voluptuousness of Linda. Her breasts were firm, but smallish, and her hips were slender enough to slip comfortably into boy's jeans.
Quick-tongued, efficient, a bundle of energy, she was the rocklike foundation of her home. Her husband Bill was thin and nervous and often sick. He was an accountant and made good money, but away from his figures, he was a small boy. They had two young children, a boy and a girl, four and five respectively. Sue was sunshine and security for them all.
"What's up?" asked Sue nervously. "You may bite my head off, but it looked to me like you had just laid that kid."
"Sexy little hunk, isn't he?"
"Linda!" Sue interrupted. "I don't believe you. What's with you and Herb? You look like the hottest couple on the block."
"Well you can put that all in the past tense," replied Linda firmly.
A few months ago, you would have been dead right, though, thought Linda. As she started telling Sue how things really were now, she couldn't help remembermg the last really hot time she and Herb had fucked.
One of the reasons they'd never had children was so that they could make it anytime, anywhere in the house. One Saturday morning Linda had been down in the kitchen as usual dressed only in her frilly nightgown, the sheer one which revealed the hot thrust of her big tits and the round fullness of her ass. She had been absent-mindedly frying Herb's eggs.
Suddenly a strong pair of male arms were around her, and Herb's stiff prick slid against her ass.
Linda gasped, then whispered, "Let me turn off the gas," as she stepped back with Herb passionately working at her large tits with his fingers. His mouth was too busy licking her neck and shoulders to talk. He squeezed and stroked the suddenly stiff nipples as he ground his big cock and balls against her rich ass.
Feeling behind her, Linda realized that Herb was stark naked. She loosened her nightgown and let it slip off her shoulders and down her body to her feet. All the while her back was to Herb. He nibbed at her ears, pushing her long blond hair back, then licked down her willowy back and onto her creamy rump.
He grabbed hold of her hips, kneeled down and licked between the cheeks of her ass with his long tongue stuck far out of his mouth. He lapped again. "That steamy, hot pussy of yours, baby ... I just wanna suck it up," he hissed. He licked back into her ass, then up and over the short, curly blond hairs sprouting from her pussy. She sucked in her breath as his tongue poker into her cunt.
Herb pushed her legs wider apart and licked all over the soft folds of flesh until they were drenched with his saliva and her fast flowing juices. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking his cheeks, as his lips smacked and sucked at her tight twat. From between her thighs his head, then his shoulders and finally his whole body squeezed through as his mouth sucked and licked up from her hot crotch toward her deep-set navel.
At last she could grab hold of his thick muscled body. She clutched his broad shoulders, bent down and stroked her hands down his tapering back and onto his solid hairy ass. When he sucked down on her tits she was able to grab hold of his cock and play with his heavy balls. Suddenly she couldn't control her lust any longer. As his lips nibbled and pulled at her big nipples, she shoved his prick between her pussy lips, then grabbed hold of his ass and shoved the shaft up her all the way.
With his broad back arched so that he could suck her tits and fuck her slippery cunt at the same time, the two of them grunted and sighed and licked at each other.
The way Herb had come at her, the suddenness, had Linda rip-roaring hot in minutes. The feel of his rock-hard pole thrusting in and out of her and the feel of his big, hard body in her arms was too much for her to keep any control over herself.
"I'm coming, Herb," she'd gasped. He released her hot tit from between his lips with a smacking sound and groaned, "Not yet, baby." And then he pulled his dick out of her wet, contracting tunnel and eased her toward the kitchen table.
"I want to have you the way I first saw you this morning, honey," he stated hoarsely. Before she knew exactly what he meant by that, he had her bent over the table and his hot tongue was licking its way between the creamy white cheeks of her ass. He dropped to his knees and spread the two mounds of ripe flesh. The little pucker hole of her ass lay exposed. He jabbed at it with the tip of his tongue and it opened slightly. Then he prodded his tongue straight in. Linda gasped.
Herb stood up and grabbed hold of her round, ultra-feminine hips. His long thick prick waved and jerked in the air. He spread her ass cheeks, aimed and shoved his stiff pole straight into Linda's ass. She let out a short howl of pain, which ended abruptly as his fingers prodded underneath and entered the juicy wetness of her twat. His big hands oii her ass and cunt, he gyrated his thick tool around in her asshole and then began fucking in earnest.
His balls slapped against her rich ass cheeks as he built up speed. Every stroke ripped her wide open and freed a whole new explosion of sensations in her body. She moaned with pleasure. Her hair hung in a veil over her face and swept against the smooth, hard surface of the kitchen table.
With a sudden yank, Herb pulled out his rearing dick, spread his legs to lower his prick and pulled Linda's ass up high in the air. He poked his prick between her dripping cunt lips, then shoved it in all the way. Linda howled with pleasure.
His sweat dripped onto her slender back as he picked up fucking speed. Every thrust of his thick prick sent shivers up her spine. His fingers began clutching and pulling at her big tits and nipples. His balls slapped against her full, rich rump.
"Oh, Herb, I'm . . ." she had had time to gasp when a shudder went through her, her cunt contracted, gushed and her whole body shivered to a high, hot peak, then came. Her pussy felt each red-hot stab of his fast-fucking prick as she rode out on a long, searing orgasm. Her mouth hung open, her cunt gushed with cum juices as Herb's chest pressed down on her back and he grunted, "I'm gonna shoot," just as his cock lunged inside her and spurted his cum.
And after that hot kitchen fuck, nothing. Nothing for months. "I can't live like that," she announced to Sue firmly as she idly tapped the very same table top.
"Hell, why not go out and fuck twenty or thirty men!" blurted out Sue vehemently. Her anger was in direct proportion to how much she yearned to lick all over Linda's big, leggy body.
Suddenly the kitchen door was pushed open. It was Sue's little girl, and she was rubbing her eyes and sniffling.
"Mommy, Jimmy just showed me something awful. Mommy, Mommy, he has this ... he has a thing that gets all hard ... and he was making me feel it and rub it all over... "
Sue reached out and little Sue ran into her arms and hid her face in her lap.
"You see what a problem men are . . . even when they're only four." Both women started laughing at Linda's wry comment.
"Don't laugh, Mommy," sobbed little Sue. "It's not funny."
"Okay, sweetie, we're sorry. We know how bad you feel, but it's all over. I'll talk to Jimmy later, but you know he's younger than you and doesn't know any better yet." Sue grinned and winked at Linda. "It's her 23
first exposure to the male rape instinct," shrugged Sue.
"I should be so lucky," snapped back Linda with a broad grin. "And I intend to be. I'm going out job hunting."
Chapter Two
Linda glanced at her tiny gold watch. It was almost two. Her white Cadillac sped silently along the thruway, making good time on the way into the city. Maybe she should have waited until the next morning and started her job hunt off first thing. But, thought Linda, it never made any sense to squelch a powerful impulse that could get things moving fast.
She had whipped up two omelets and salad for Sue and herself. And to make it a businessman's lunch, she'd started it all off with two stiff, dry martinis. That had done the trick.
"What are you going to look for, job-wise?" Sue had asked a bit bleary-eyed from the shock of gin.
"Oh, I've got a few secretarial skills up my sleeve. I'll hit those job agencies on South Prospect. In fact, I'll go right after lunch while the fire's still hot."
Sue giggled, thinking of the red-faced teenage laundry boy and felt girlish and silly as she only could with Linda. The big blond squeezed Sue's petite hand. "No more hanging around. I want some action in my life."
"Right on!" Sue cheered.
It seemed to Linda that she'd literally jumped into her elegant, clinging, camel color knit dress, brushed out her long blond hair in minutes, and been in the car and on the road before she'd really figured out what she was doing.
Sure, on the spur of the moment, she'd told Sue she'd look for a secretarial job. But now with the flush of the martini somewhat dampened, that kind of a job didn't appeal to her at all.
She glanced out the side window as a midnight blue Lincoln pulled up alongside her to pass. A good-looking man in his thirties, with a classic profile and short blond hair, grinned back at her from behind the wheel of the big car. Linda responded spontaneously with a languid smile. She squirmed a bit in her seat and pressed her thighs together. The Lincoln pulled on ahead.
That's the kind of job she wanted, Linda thought wildly, something with a lot of hot, horny men involved...
Before she could sort out her thoughts further, she was braking the car and easing into what suddenly took on the proportions of a mammoth traffic jam. She brought the car to an abrupt halt. All around her cars were packed in and stopped. Linda groaned softly. She didn't need this slow down in her plans to happen and give her second thoughts.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man in the car next to hers jump out, stretch and take a long look up the thruway. It was the blond guy in the Lincoln.
Linda rolled down her window. "What's going on?" she shouted out at him, smiling her friendliest.
"Oh, I'd say a good fifteen minute calamity. Looks like a breakdown or an accident about a mile and a half up. Just have to grin and bear it, sit tight and wait." Linda liked him immediately, especially now that she could see all six feet of him and a pair of broad shoulders. He walked over to her and leaned down. He was so close to her now she could smell the brisk scent of his cologne.
"How about a fast game of gin rummy?" he added with an easy laugh.
Linda's eyes brightened. A shiver of excitement ran through her and halted at the pit of her stomach.
"I'm not much for cards, but I could use
somebody to talk to. I just hate waiting alone in ears." His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Not only were his tight-fitting turtle-neck and slim-cut sport coat casual, but so was his way of quickly adjusting to a situation.
"Love to," he replied. In seconds he was opening the door on the other side and slipping into the seat beside her. Linda smiled warmly at him, but couldn't think of a word to say. "Fm Jake Stephens," he announced as if he'd read her mind.
"Linda Lewis." She paused: "Do you live out in Great Oaks?"
"Right on the edge, near the lake, in one of those new high-rises. Can't stand the suburban lawn-cutting lifestyle. I just separated from my wife and decided it was a bachelor pad for me."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm not. Maybe if she'd been something like you ..."
"Oh? And how am I?" laughed Linda lightly.
"Well... beautiful, elegant... sexy ..." His hand came down to rest against his thigh. If he was trying to hide the lengthening bulge at his crotch, he failed. Linda had caught his reaction to her immediately.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied, "I think a better way of putting it would be bored housewife." And it's up to a bored housewife to make the first move, she added to herself. Her eyes moved from his rugged, handsome face, down over his body to his crotch and thighs, and then back up again. Their eyes met. Linda rested her hand on the sleeve of his sport coat, then stroked over his strong hand lying on the seat of the car now, no longer trying to hide the thick crease in his pant leg.
He quickly slid his hand away, only to grasp hers tightly.
"Right here in the car?" he blurted out, his cool crumbling.
"Right here in the car," half-whispered Linda, sliding her hand out of his grip and over his thigh to his crotch.
The palm of her hand measured off the length of Jake's prick. She squeezed her thighs together. Her mouth watered. Jake still seemed to hesitate. She felt for the zipper and pulled it down. She knew what she wanted: a good look at that dick of his and then a nice, long lick of it. Nothing else mat] tered. And, after all, how could anybody complain and call the cops in the middle of a traffic jam?
"We'll just have to , . . slide down a little," she whispered as she angled across the back of the seat and down into his lap.
His hands woke up. In seconds they were running up and down her back, then over her excited tits, then up her creamy thighs until his fingertips brushed the silky fabric of her panties. A little cry of excitement escaped her as she felt his strong hand between her legs.
She reached into his crotch and fingered over his balls and down the shaft of his prick until she could grab hold of it and pull it out. She let it stand up stiff and straight in the afternoon light before she leaned a bit forward and licked at the bulbous, circumcised head. It jerked free in the air. Jake gasped. His dick strained and swelled until the veins seemed ready to pop.
Linda caught the long, thick prick in mid spasm, and swallowed it down her throat. She felt Jake's fingers push under her panties and slip into the moistness of her pussy. With his other hand he had reached down the neck of her jersey dress and pulled one of her breasts free from her bra, like taking a large melon out of a bin. Now he squeezed and kneaded it and pulled on her large nutlike nipple.
A balding, middle-aged man in the car on the other side strained in his seat, trying to see what was going on in the white Cadillac beside him. Both hands reached into his trousers and began playing with his dick. But he couldn't really see what was going on, as much as he could imagine what the hot young couple must be up to down on the seat of the car.
Linda cupped Jake's balls, oblivious of the world around her, her brain, mouth, and throat fixed on the throbbing male rod fucking slowly but regularly between her lips. First one, then two of his fingers had plunged deep into her slippery cunt and were finger-fucking her in time to the gyrations of his pelvis. Linda's stiffened clit rubbed against the material of her panties. She wanted more. Not only did she want this big, hunky blond man's prick plunging in and out of her throat, she wanted it up her cunt, then up her ass, then up her cunt again, then back down her throat. She wanted to feel the weight of his big body all over her. She wanted to clutch his hard butt, lick over his hairy chest and bite at his nipples and get fucked hard and deep with the juicy prick thrusting in and out of her throat.
Linda moaned softly as all the lusty visions of Jake she had in her head teamed up with the sharp spermy smell of his crotch and as his prick juices streamed down over his big balls despite her sucking lips clamped down tight on his pole.
A twinge of pleasure suddenly shot through her large, luscious tit as Jake bit down on the turgid nipple. Linda gulped on his dick. His tongue was rippling around the areola, lapping over the creamy flesh as it was exposed and thrust out of her bra. His teeth grazed the nipple, then bit it, and then his whole mouth sank down on it and sucked. His two fingers prodded and twitched around inside her slick twat. He was breathing hard, heavy and fast. As another shiver of pleasure racked her sexed-up body, she felt just on the edge of coming.
Her cunt muscles clutched at the fucking twitching male fingers. She gasped and buried her nose in Jake's blond crotch hairs. His prick stiffened in her throat as if turned to stone, then convulsed and shot a load of cum splattering into her mouth. Linda moaned, swallowed, ground her twat against his churning finger, and peaked. Her orgasm cascaded through her, with short spasms and peaks, whenever Jake bit at her nipple or shot another load into her throat.
Finally Linda lapped up the last bit of juice from Jake's dick and sat up, pushing her long blond hair back. Jake faced her, his eyes a little glazed, but fixed on her.
"You're some woman," he half moaned, then pulled her close to him and kissed her full on the mouth, licking his own juice from her lips and throat with his tongue, all in full view of everybody in the jam of cars.
The balding man in the next car gasped and shot his wad into his hand as he watched the couple locked mouth to mouth, kissing and loving each other.
"Well, you're a hunk of a man," replied Linda after their long hot kiss was over. She sat up straight at the steering wheel and tried to straighten her hair and dress, not to mention placing her tittie back in her bra and it back inside her dress. "Fm gonna look a mess now and I've got appointments this afternoon."
Jake's eyebrows shot up. He immediately thought of one thing: shit, a hooker. Was she going to try and charge him?
"What kind of appointments?" he asked matter of f actly.
"Oh, I told you I was just a bored housewife. So what does a bored housewife do when she's so bored? She looks for a job, that's what. I do have a B.A., though it hasn't done much for me behind a stove."
Jake perked up. "Are you serious about looking for a job?"
"Well, it's not for the money . . . but I get kind of bored these days."
Jake chuckled, and Linda found herself blushing.
"What kind of a job? Fm not just asking out of the blue. You just happen to have hit on an expert in the field."
"I know!" she butted in, trying to match his chuckle.
"No, really. I run an employment agency downtown. Did you have anything specific in mind?"
"Well, at first I thought it'd have to be something secretarial. I can type and all. 33
But that hardly sounds like the kind of job to relieve boredom."
Linda watched Jake's face as it lighted up, fascinated by the way his eyes seemed to click and calculate like a computer. He was about to hatch a deal for her.
"Just a sec . . ." He reached inside his sport coat and pulled out a wallet and a pen. Out of the wallet came a card. He scribbled a name and a number on the back of it. "Here. That's my card so you can call me whenever you want, especially if what you want is more loving in a more comfortable situation than this. On the back is the name and number of somebody who might have what you're looking for. If you're not interested, call me, and I'll find something else for you. And.. " Jake hesitated as if thinking something over quickly that he wasn't sure of. "There'll be no fee. It's on the house." His grin showed he was proud of his magnanimity. It must be rare, thought Linda, especially judging from the high roll of his lifestyle.
Linda took the card.
"I'd love to see you again, can't you tell?" She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss on the cheek then another one on his mouth. He started to plunge his hot tongue in, but she pulled back. "I doubt if we'd have time," she said quietly.
"Oh, shit!" he yelped. His eyes had caught the road ahead. Cars were beginning to move. "Don't forget to give me a call, Linda," he said as he bolted out of the car.
In a minute the traffic was moving. Jake's lane moved faster than Linda's, and in a few minutes he was out of sight.
Linda tossed her head lightly, catching how she looked in the rear-view mirror. It had all happened so fast it could have been a dream. She reached in her bag and pulled out a Lifesaver. Except for that sweet taste Jake had left in her mouth.
In a few minutes she passed the scene of the accident which had created the jam, but there was nothing left but a broken guard rail and a police car. She glanced at her watch: already quarter to three. Was it worth going into the city at this hour?
Then she remembered the card. She began looking for a phone booth alongside the road. When Jake had given her the card, she'd thought she might try his number, but the other one seemed a bit farfetched. She glanced at the name written on the back: Joe Di Fuoco. The name meant nothing to her. And she hadn't even remembered to ask Jake what kind of job it was.
Linda shrugged her shoulders. What did she have to lose?
She found a telephone booth right in front of a Marlboro Man billboard, at a rest turn-off. Linda parked the car and got out, pulling her pocketbook after her by its long strap. A gentle breeze caught her hair, lifting it off her shoulders for a second. It made her feel light, cheery, ready for anything.
She listened as the phone rang at the other end of the line. She was almost ready to hang up when a man answered. "Yeah?"
"Ah, Mr. Di Fuoco?" asked Linda in her most businesslike voice. The man on the end of the line responded. "Yes, it is," he said.
"Jake . . . Stephens suggested I call you. It seems you have an opening of some kind?" Linda hoped the man would fill in the details himself.
"Jake suggested you call me? Well, that's good enough for me honey. Come on up."
"Well," said Linda, clearing her throat, "I don't have your address."
"Well, that can be arranged." The man rattled off a number and street and gave directions on how to get there. Linda hung up and walked out of the phone booth a bit dazed, still not knowing what the job was, but with an appointment an hour off.
"Havin' engine trouble, lady?" a voice barked out at her. She looked up abruptly and found herself face to face with a young guy in a mechanic's jumpsuit, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, you startled me," she said stepping back and eyeing him again. He was a little
rough-looking, short and wiry, with tousled black hair and a mean mustache.
"Women sometimes say that about me, gotta admit." His tongue flicked across his lower lip, accenting his grin.
"I'll just bet they do," she answered, getting into his style. The change in her tone of voice made a change in the mechanic. He pushed the sleeves up higher, even though they were already rolled up over his biceps, obviously to draw attention to his muscles. Linda gave them the attention he wanted. Curly black hairs sprouted out of the open vee of his jumpsuit showing off a nice broad chest. A familiar little shiver ran up her spine.
Three different men in one day? Well, why not, she thought to herself. Her glance ran down to his crotch. His eyes were glued to her tits, and his prick was responding in kind. A pole seemed to have suddenly sprouted down one leg of the jumpsuit.
"Well, there's nothing at all wrong with my car, I'm afraid," Linda said suddenly, remembering what the situation was supposed to be about.
"Nothing to be afraid of there," he replied cockily. Linda's eyes wandered and fastened on his crotch. It seemed to be getting even longer. She caught herself and looked back up at his face, remembering she had an appointment to keep. But his eyes had caught
every hungry second of her stare. She was a bit embarrassed, but there was something in his manner that made embarrassment seem ridiculous.
"You're a horny guy," she blurted out.
"I'd love to make it with you, baby," he said, his voice noticeably tight. His hand grazed over his pant leg; his prick jerked in full view of Linda.
"That'd be nice, but I've got an appointment in an hour."
"We could make it in my truck," he suggested urgently, giving a nod in that direction. Linda looked off behind him at the repair truck with its big block and tackle, but small cab. If it had to be sex cooped up in his truck or her car, it didn't seem worth it.
"Too cramped, and..."
"Hey, how about right back there in those bushes behind the billboard?"
"Are you crazy?" she replied laughing, but followed his look back to the billboard and the bushes he was talking about. Glancing back at the mechanic, first his prick, then his eyes pleaded with her to say yes. A shudder of excitement ran through her. Her nipples stiffened slightly inside her bra, making her even more aroused than just the sight of this little stud. A new voice inside her said: why not?
"Come on, baby. I won't get nothin' messed up. Just let me feel those hot tits of yours with my tongue. I'll just jerk off if you want. Please?"
"The jerking off is out, but the rest sounds okay. Why not?" She turned on her heels and walked back behind the billboard and toward the bushes. She was already half way there before the mechanic realized Linda had agreed. He walked and half ran to catch up with her. Linda was already standing hidden from the road in the clump of bushes when he reached her side.
The mechanic moved to grab hold of her.
"Wait a minute. I don't want you getting any grease on me."
"Shit, my hands are clean."
"Maybe, but your outfit isn't."
"So, what you want me to do ..." He knew the answer before he'd finished. A grin flashed from ear to ear. "Okay, baby." He grabbed hold of his prick through his trouser leg and squeezed for a second, then he pulled the zipper right down his chest to his crotch, unbuckled and dropped the jumpsuit around his ankles, pulling his arms out of the sleeves. His prick jumped to attention like a flag pole.
As Linda looked him up and down for a second, the mechanic took two steps forward and thrust both hands under her dress, lifting it right up to the waistband of her panties. The sheer material exposed a brownish gold triangular shadow at her crotch. He fell to his knees, his prick bobbing in the air and licked all over the shadowed material with long-tongued laps, trying to taste her pussy through her panties. In seconds they were plastered wet to her twat.
Linda hummed softly with pleasure. She spread her thighs just a bit and pushed his head closer to the slot of her cunt. Her fingers played through his dark hair, then across his shoulders, as the mechanic inched her panties down over her pubis with his tongue.
As his tongue reached her vulva, it plunged in, flicking and lashing about. A moan of pleasure came from his throat. Linda rocked her pelvis gently, coaxing his tongue deeper into her cunt. Both her hands moved from his hair to his cheekbones, urging his mouth to more sucking and tonguing. Ripples of sensation ran up from her twat all over her body. Her nipples itched hard against her bra. He ate out her pussy like a hungry truck driver.
It was hard to believe that once she'd made up her mind to get herself satisfied Linda could fuck with three men in the space of a few hours. She could hardly believe this rough and tumble guy was down on his knees here in the bushes with cars whizzing by at top speed only a few yards away. It was a revelation. It seemed that to get all she wanted she just had to meet men halfway.
His chin slick and dripping with cunt juices, the mechanic staggered to his feet. The veins popped out on his prick, his balls were pulled up tight to the shaft, and a dribble of juice hung down from the tip of his prick to the ground.
"Jesus, let me fuck that pussy, baby," he panted. Linda realized that he was just the right height to suck and chew on her titties while he plunged his dick in and out of her twat. Gently she pushed the neck of her dress down and freed her breasts from the bra. At the sight of the large creamy globes with their pink nutlike nipples, the mechanic sucked his mouth right down on first the left one, then the right. He licked, tickled, pulled, and bit all over each tit. Linda groaned. Her whole body exploded in excitement as the little jabs of pleasure shot their message all over her. She ran her hands over his broad back and down to the start of his hard round ass.
One of the things she always noted about men was the shape of their asses. This one was perfect. She grabbed at it with her long fingers as he chewed and tongued at her tits.
One of his hands left her breasts and moved down and slid all over her twat, then lifted off. Before she knew it she felt a shaft poking at her pussy lips, slipping over the dripping juices, nudging and prodding her aroused clit, and then like an eel it shot deep up her eunt. The veiny hard prick plunged in deeper and longer than she thought possible, until finally his hairy balls slapped up against her labia, and a grunt of pleasure erupted from his throat.
Linda's body shuddered with excitement as the mechanic's stiff prick began ramming in and out of her pussy in long, fast strokes, while his mouth sucked and nibbled all over her tits. She bent over him just a bit more so that she could grab hold of his butt with both hands and help him fuck deeper up her cunt.
Before she realized it, she was aroused to a fever pitch. She gasped and groaned as the mechanic's cock fucked her to her peak.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot all the love juice right up that hot twat of yours. Get ready. Oh, yeah. Take it!" Linda freed one of her hands from his thrusting butt, just in time to grab hold of his balls and feel them suck up to his shaft, exploding cum up her pussy. The wave crashed and rolled inside her. His teeth clamped down on one nipple as he jutted and jabbed his prick hard up her cunt. Her orgasm shattered her from head to toe, as she held onto his butt and balls for dear life.
"Wow, you're a hot little stud," panted Linda as they pulled apart, their orgasms having abated. He reached up and kissed the big blonde full on the mouth, stroking her long hair, then plunging his tongue between her tender lips, A sharp, salty taste met her tongue; her own pussy juices. It gave her a wild, crazy sensation.
Without a word, Linda pulled away from his fervent kiss, and in a lowering crouch, "began licking her way down over his chin, then his neck, among the mesh of black, sweaty hairs on his chest, down his rippling abdomen, until the sharp odor of his still jerking prick reached her nostrils. In seconds her hot mouth engulfed every pulsing inch of cock. Her own juices mixed with his sperm made her drunk. She lapped and sucked and gurgled on the big pole, fingering his big balls all the while.
Her pussy was suddenly red-hot all over again. Linda rose and plunged the softening prick up her cunt and came again. The mechanic's prick hardened up at the touch of her. He licked over her chin and neck, smelling the sweetness of her flesh.
"Ooh, I don't believe it," moaned Linda, as she recovered from her second orgasm in five minutes. All at once she remembered her appointment. She glanced at her watch panic stricken. She had twenty minutes to go. "Oh, honey, I've got to get out of here. My appointment!" she exclaimed, pulling up her panties, pulling down her dress, easing her titties back into her bra, and smoothing the knit dress back into place.
The mechanic stood there naked, ogling
Linda and stroking at his stiffened prick while she straightened up. Just as she smiled at him, preparing to say goodbye, he grabbed hold of his balls with one hand and pumped a spurt of cum out of his rod with the other, then another spurt and another. Linda had to step back quickly to avoid getting his sperm splattered all over her dress.
"I couldn't help it. I just had to shoot off again, baby. Shit. I wish I could fuck your pussy again. I'd get hard real fast," he begged. Linda smiled. She stepped forward and ran her finger over his dripping dick, then licked it. The mechanic's eyes bugged out of his head. "Jesus, I never seen a chick like you..."
"Well, I hope you do again. I've got to run to my appointment. Have a nice day." And she was gone. With his cock in his hand, the mechanic stared after her dumbstruck, his jumpsuit in a tangle around his ankles, still oblivious of the cars whizzing by.
Chapter Three
Linda had gunned the motor and managed with luck to reach the office of Joe Di Fuoco with five minutes to spare. There was a gum-chewing secretary in a small reception area who told her to go right in, but instead Linda asked if there wasn't a ladies' room nearby. The receptionist took a key out of the desk drawer and led her out of the office and down the hall to an unmarked door which she unlocked.
"Gotta have a lot of security these days with all the weirdos around," announced the girl. "Here's the key, honey. Lock up after, okay?" Linda locked the door behind her, literally locking herself into the ladies' room, and began freshening up. A few wet paper towels and well placed dabs of perfume from her bag had her feeling her best in no time. A touch of lipstick and a quick brush of her hair, and she felt ready to face this Joe character on her own terms.
"Thanks, Miss," said Linda, handing the receptionist back her key. "I'm ready to see Mr. Di Fuoco. Should you announce me?"
"Sure. Just a sec." The girl flicked the intercom and announced Linda. "Have fun," she whispered as she opened the door for Linda, ushering her in.
"Well, Miss Lewis?" said a man who could have been the mechanic's big brother, rising from behind his desk dressed in a silky black, vested suit.
"Yes," replied Linda holding out her hand.
"Joe Di Fuoco. Joe, to a lovely lady like yourself," he said shaking her hand and soaking her up with his eyes, which hesitated, as if mesmerized for a second, at her voluptuous titties.
"Linda, then . . . Joe," she replied easily now that she saw the effect she had on him. Men were such pushovers for tits and ass. She could understand, though, why women with more serious intentions in life found the male attitude galling.
His hand was strong and dry. He looked powerfully built under the flashy suit. The word "Mafia" flashed through her mind for a split second, leaving her a bit unsure again.
"Please sit down," he offered graciously. Linda took the seat he showed her as he sat back down behind her desk. "Now what can I do for you?"
Linda was tongue-tied. She had no idea what sort of job Jake had lined her up for.
"Jake said that you had something . . ."
Joe interrupted with a smile.
"Jake usually doesn't recommend women with . .. with as much class as you, Linda. I wasn't expecting . . . Not that it isn't a pleasant surprise. Er . . . I could ask you a few questions. Sort of feel our way around this thing."
"Shoot," replied Linda in an attempt to shed the "classy" image.
"Well, Miss ... Linda. "What do you think about sex?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... well, times have changed."
"All for the better," she replied perkily.
"Promiscuity?"
"Depending on whose rules?" she replied defensively.
"Exactly. I couldn't agree with you more. How about hookers . . . you know, prostitutes."
"A girl's got to make a living. As long as she enjoys it, I can't see any harm. In fact, if a woman is really . . . sensuous, turned on by men, it might be just the thing..."
"Well ... I can see we're going to get along fine. Now, there are several possibilities. A woman with your endowments and brains . . . Linda, I run a chain of bars in town, topless bars. They make me a lot of money, especially when I have an honest manager. I've never had a woman manager, but I'd like to try it. Are you interested?"
Linda was a bit taken aback. It seemed pretty risky. What if some man from the neighborhood, a business associate of Herb's or Herb himself came in?
"I don't know .. . Joe. What would it entail? Nothing . . . well, nothing up front or on stage?"
"Heavens no!" replied Joe with mock shock. "I'm talking about a management position-not that you wouldn't be fabulous on stage, I'm sure."
"Sounds interesting, then. Lots of male customers?" she inquired, seeing a line-up of hunky men before her eyes.
"I don't mind telling you that the place is packed at lunch hour. It's got to be the hottest, wildest place in town."
"That wouldn't interest the police, would it?" asked Linda, alarmed at the thought of scandaL
"We're fortunate in not having to worry about that, Linda. Don't give it a second thought." The word "Mafia" flashed back into her mind.
"I see. Sounds interesting, "What's actually involved in the managing?"
"Receipts, scheduling of dancers, keeping an eye on the bartenders. In fact we'll go down there and have a look around. A woman of your capacities should find it a cinch. But, first, I think we should . . ." Joe reached for the intercom: "Bourbon . . . bourbon?" he repeated looking at Linda for affirmation. She nodded. "Bourbon, rocks, the lot, Francie, please." The receptionist was in the office in a flash.with a tray loaded with everything necessary for drinking to a deal.
Joe got up and followed Francie to the door, then locked it after her suavely so that Linda wouldn't notice, but she did. She gave him a quick look-over with a new eye, then decided she was ready for anything.
Joe filled two glasses with a splash of bourbon. "Ice?" he asked with a lift of an eyebrow.
"Please," replied Linda, still comfortably planted in her chair. He handed her a glass.
"A toast. To a pleasant working relationship."
"Fabulous," murmured Linda and took a sip.
"You know, Linda," began Joe, strolling airily about the room, "You are a remarkably beautiful young woman. Beauty and brains don't often get matched up that way, if you know what I mean. Take Francie, my receptionist. She's pretty, sexy-a regular fire-ball-but dumb as hell. Not that she isn't a nice kid. But you, Linda. Frankly I can't believe my luck in having you walk right into my office. A girl like you . . . God, you could wrap the world around your little finger."
Linda translated "wrap me around your little finger," and smiled demurely, taking it all in stride. She was fascinated watching him work up to what his male ego was formulating as a magnificent, classic seduction. His movements had animal grace. His suit fitted him impeccably, revealing a trim, athletic figure. She calculated that Joe must be around forty, not from his looks which were still those of a much younger man, but from his assurance, his gait.
Joe paused to take a few sips of his bourbon. "Oh, let me get your home address, phone number and all. It almost slipped my mind. That's what you do to a man like me, Linda." He went to his desk and took down the information as Linda dictated it to him. "Well, now that that's taken care of..."
Linda noticed with amusement that Joe couldn't figure out how to proceed with her. She envisioned his usual technique. Young girl comes in, looking for a job in one of his bars, flirting with him, showing off everything she's got, and Joe simply pats her rump, locks the door and gets on with it. And there, as if staring back at Linda, was the scene of the crime, the ubiquitous office couch.
"Nice couch, isn't it?" said Joe suddenly, following Linda's gaze.
Unperturbed, she replied: "Yes, it is." She couldn't keep back a smile. "I'll bet it's seen a lot of action."
Joe cleared his throat. "You bet your ass," he blurted out with abandon.
Linda stood up and set her drink down on his large mahogany desk. She took a few steps and was within touching distance of Joe. They were the same height, she noted.
"Well, you know I wouldn't mind doing just that," stated Linda.
"Doing just what?" asked Joe, confused by this quick turn of events.
"Betting.my ass," shot out Linda succinctly. With that, she reached out and inside his jacket to feel over his chest.
"Anytime," murmured Joe, as he grabbed the voluptuous blonde in his arms. His large hands moved all over her back and down over her full, luscious rump. His mouth came down on hers with passion and force. In seconds their tongues were entwined, their lips hotly sucking at the other's mouth. Linda's hands stroked down his well-tapered sides to his hips, still lean, and then back to his hard male ass. His prick swelled and prodded mas-
sively against her groin as they kissed and stroked each other's body.
"Jesus," said Joe, coming up for air. Linda stuck out her long pink tongue and licked at his lower lip, then at the side of his neck, while she loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt with both hands. In seconds her mouth was on his hairy chest, her lips aimed at his nipple. Before he knew what hit him, her small teeth were titillating, playing with the hair-enmeshed nib of stiffening flesh, while her left hand stroked his crotch, found his raging hard-on, and began squeezing it rhythmically.
Joe found the zipper running down the back of her dress, and pulled. Hungrily his hands reached into her bra and freed her creamy fleshed breasts, as a groan of pleasure erupted from his throat. He fingered, squeezed, mauled the heavy globes of flesh, his prick raging hard in Linda's small hand. He gasped as her teeth inflicted pleasure and pain on his nipple. Few women had ever treated him this way.
Suddenly Linda stepped back. Before he knew what was happening to him, she pulled off his jacket, then his shirt and tie, unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers, his undershorts along with it.
"Umm," stated Linda emphatically. "I like seeing a man bare-assed naked," she added while fluttering her small hands over his broad shoulders, chest, well-muscled arms, belly and then grabbing his thick pole of a dick, balls and all, in both hands. The head of his prick was a large, red circumcised knob which she rubbed and clutched in one hand, already feeling the globe of it between her lips in anticipation.
The sight of her hungrily handling his body, with her large pointed tits jutting out from her bra, made Joe's head swim. Already his cock was oozing with lust, making her fingers slippery as they rubbed and twisted gently at the head of his prick. Greedily he reached behind her and pulled her dress off her. He undid her bra, then slipped his hands inside her panties. In seconds his fingers were slipping into her wet crack.
"Ooh, that feels good," murmured Linda, as she began stroking the length of his stiff pole.
"I can do a lot better," he uttered huskily, stooping to lick hotly over her aroused tits. He grabbed hold of first one, licking, sucking, grunting over it, then the other. He striped her panties down her creamy thighs as he sank to his knees and poked a hot tongue into her twat.
A little cry of lust broke from Linda's
throat. She grabbed hold of the back of his
head and pressed his mouth hard against her
pussy lips. Joe gobbled it up. His mouth
sucked and Slipped all over her labia, while his tongue churned up into her vulva and his upper lip rubbed and stroked her little finger of a clit.
Linda spread her legs and pressed Joe's head between her thighs. There he lapped and gurgled and sucked, sending ripples of heat up her spine and throughout her tingling body. Her fingers gripped his muscular shoulders, digging into them. Sticking straight out from his groin she could watch his thick long prick jerk and bob with excitement as he ate out her cunt, but she couldn't reach it.
Still rubbing her cunt on his mouth she forced him down onto the thick, wall-to-wall executive carpet, until she was on her knees, straddling his head. With abandon Joe took off, slurping and tonguing deep into her twat, his hands mauling her hot body, pulling at her tits, and generally going wild as her twat juices dripped over his cheeks and chin. Now Linda could act. She reached behind her and grabbed hold of his thick pole. It seemed to have grown enormously, and she gasped with pleasure as her small hand glided up and down the slippery rod.
Her appetite whetted, Linda lifted her slicked down pussy off Joe's face, but only to turn around, grind the wet petals of flesh back down on his mouth, his nose in her rump, and to suck his mammoth prick down 54
her greedy throat. Together, in tandem, they sucked and slurped and gurgled over each other's sex organs until they were moaning and groaning regularly at a fever pitch. With every taste of cock and cunt their lust grew until they simultaneously began devouring each other's ass, spreading the cheeks and eating and tonguing the pucker muscle of their rectums.
Rolling back and forth over the floor of the office, chewing and slurping from crotch to balls, from cunt to asshole, from asshole to prick, they nudged each other's enflamed body to the breaking point of orgasm.
Suddenly Joe went wild. With all his strength he threw Linda down on the floor under him, drew her legs up in the air, swung his body around, and plunged his yearning, suck-crazed cock deep up her cunt. Linda let out a yelp of surprise and lust. Joe continued, fucking her red-hot pussy like a pile-driver, sweat pouring off his body and dripping over her tits. Linda grabbed his muscular arms and sucked at his hands, whimpering at each hard stroke deep in hher twat.
Joe pulled his hands away and grabbed her by the rump, her long legs thrown over his broad shoulders. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, freshening her hot asshole with cool air, then began working both thumbs into the pucker muscle. They slid in easily from his previous slurping. Then without warning, he pulled his veiny thick dick out of her twat with a wet sucking sound, and plunged it right up her rump.
Linda let out a howl of pain which quickly turned to ecstatic lust as he fucked her ass unmercifully. Her whole body shivered from head to toe with the impact of the big man's heavy fucking. Tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes, tears of pleasure, emotion, and perhaps partly of nostalgia. This was the way she and Herb had always fucked: like crazed animals.
Joe slipped his cock just as suddenly out of her ass and back into her cunt.
"Whew . . . baby, I'm gonna shoot a load into that hot pussy of yours, so help me. Can't hold off. Here baby. Feel it. You can taste it, baby. Baby!" Linda's vaginal muscles contracted to grab a tight hold of the fat dick as it plunged and spat deep into her with hot, liquid spasms. Her fingers gripped his big balls. She felt the rod pumping into her. Her cheeks flushed red. Everything went white hot. And Linda came, her orgasm sweeping through her body in great shudders, a hurricane hitting the beach.
In a few minutes it was all over. Both of them rolled over on their sides on the comfy soft rug, exhausted.
"This is the best business deal I've ever made," said Joe finally.
"Oh?" Linda perked up. "Well, you're a hot man and a fantastic fuck, Joe. But this isn't going to be part of the business. Let me state that right now." Joe's face fell into a sudden frown. "Now, don't misunderstand me," she added, chucking him under the chin like a small boy. "I'd love balling with you now and then. I just want it clear that it will not be part of business. I'm a free agent. And, you might as well know, I'm married."
"Married!" yelped Joe. Linda broke into laughter. The bourgeois Italian in him flashed out all over.
"You aren't shocked, are you, Joe?"
"Does your husband know about all this?"
"No. And if I have anything to say about it, he won't. You know, Joe," she added changing the tone of the conversation, "you remind me of him somewhat. I mean you fuck like he used to. Note I said 'used to.' He hasn't in a longer time than I'd care to remember."
"He must be crazy, Linda. A woman like you..."
"Well, whatever the reason, it's given me a chance to think for myself, go out on my own."
Joe shook his head slowly. He passed an
arm around Linda and kissed her shoulders
and breasts and then mouth. She felt his
prick begin to harden up again. "And I do
have to get home sometime," she added, stopping his kisses.
"All right," he groaned, getting to his feet. ''We'll get dressed right now. I'll call the ear. It won't take three quarters of an hour to get you settled in. I want you to start tomorrow." He clicked the intercom and asked Francie to call the car.
They dressed in silence. Finally Joe spoke.
"I hope we'll be getting together again, Linda. On your terms or any other. I'll tell you right now. I'm not married, got no use for a wife. I've got a broad at every street corner any hour of the day or night if I want her. But you're something else."
"Well . . . ditto," said Linda cheerily. "Don't worry, Joe," she said fondly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and straightening his tie.
"Okay, let's go then," he barked with his usual flair. On their way out of the office he slapped Linda's pert rump. She glared back at him, then laughed. Let him have the last word, she thought; she was the boss after all.
Linda hadn't paid too much attention to the travel details and was surprised to see a long black limousine waiting for them at the door of the office building. She was impressed, then a bit uneasy. She was getting in with a pretty rough crowd and maybe more excitement than she'd bargained for.
The chauffeur closed the door behind them and jumped in and drove off. Linda glanced around the plush surroundings while Joe fixed them another round of bourbons from the full bar of the limousine.
"Joe?" she said hesitantly.
"What, Linda?" he replied handing her a drink.
"I'd like a yes or no answer to one question. Are you connected with the mob, the Mafia?"
Joe laughed raucously. "What's the Mafia? There's no such thing, baby. Don't worry that gorgeous head of yours. You're not risking a thing. I swear on my mother's gray hairs.'
Linda decided to drop the subject.
Soon the limousine drew up in front of a bar with raucous flashing rainbows of lights, a large sign spelling out Topless, perched on the border between downtown and the inner city slums.
"I suppose this is it," remarked Linda.
"My biggest money-maker up until a few weeks ago when I realized my crook of a manager was skimming off the cream. I fired him. Not so smart, because profits fell even more with no management. Before there was only one guy skimming cream; now the whole bunch of them in there are probably doing it. I can tell you the place is still packing them in at lunch hour. Businessmen in this town just can't get enough tit with their martini lunches."
"I'm not surprised," noted Linda perfunctorily. "Men are such babies." Joe raised an eyebrow. "Brings out a woman's maternal instinct, though. Otherwise we'd have exterminated you ages ago," she added with a calculated laugh.
"Ha ha," replied Joe.
The interior of the bar was a cross between a circus and a seamy burlesque house. In the center and behind the bar were stages with lights flashing over them. The walls were painted black. The bar itself was a shiny chrome oasis.
Joe introduced her to Sam and Jim who were straightening up behind the bar for the brief after-work crowd. There were a handful of male customers in various stages of drunkeness, obviously not the cream of the bar's clientele. Sam and Jim seemed to ignore them. But their eyes focused as fast as sling-shots on Linda's endowments.
"She'll be your boss," announced Joe immediately and sternly.
"A pleasure," they piped up spontaneously.
Sam was an average-looking, average-height man in his middle thirties with curly short blond hair, and a decent build, noted Linda, with appreciation, but not passion. His crotch was a mystery still hidden behind the bar. So was his pal Jim's. But Jim was tall, with longish brown hair, and romantically good-looking. Linda gave him an extra smile. They all shook hands. Linda then got a look at both crotches and was impressed. She also noticed out of the corner of her eye as Joe described the bar's workings that these two crotches were shifting and bulging noticeably. The two men's eyes were unabashedly exploring the luscious feminine curves of tit and ass of their new boss. Sam licked his lower lip nervously.
"Are some of the girls still in back?" asked Joe of the two Linda-struck bartenders.
"Girls? Oh, yeah, Cindy and Rhonda are back there getting ready for the six-thirty show," replied Jim in confusion, only half-giving his attention to Joe.
As Linda and Joe headed toward the back dressing room the two bartenders trailed after like puppy dogs, abandoning the bar and their customers. Their eyes were glued to the soft, sexy roll of Linda's rump.
Joe opened the dressing room door, startling the two girls and catching them both stark naked and belly-to-belly. "Ooh," squealed the redhead. "Rhonda, this is Linda, your new boss," announced Joe matter of factly. "Cindy," he added, addressing the blonde of the pair, "ditto."
Linda shook hands with both girls, admiring their voluptuous, but trim dancer's bodies. Both girls were almost identical physique-wise, with the requisite big, thrusting tits and round, pear-shaped behinds.
After greeting them cordially, Linda's eyes straggled back to the two bartenders hanging on in the dressing room doorway. She noted with pleasure that their eyes were glued to her and their crotches were lumpy. She was going to enjoy this job, she decided instantly.
"Let's have a look at the books," announced Linda to Joe with a burst of enthusiasm.
"That's the way I like it," he beamed back.
Chapter Four
Linda pulled her white Cadillac into the special parking space assigned her behind the bar. It was ten-thirty a.m. She was nervous with the excitement of a new day, new job and new pleasures.
What a relief, she'd thought that morning, getting up with a thrill at a new day, instead of with the leaden dread she'd experienced more and more in the past months. -
Herb had come home and crawled into bed beside her without a word around one in the morning. He'd gotten up and left the house before Linda had awoken. Nothing had changed, not that she had thought it would. Maybe if she announced her new job, Herb would show some renewed interest in her, but she had no intention of getmg him to pay attention to her that way. It was not the kind of thing she wanted from him.
Besides, she found herself relishing the role of wanton woman, if not adulteress, with great excitement. In college, she'd only had sex with one other man, and that was before she'd met Herb. In a way she was a virgin, at least as far as the so-called new morality was concerned.
"Hi, Sam. Hi, Jim," she announced cheerily as she walked into the bar.
"Good morning," said Sam.
"Good morning, Ms. Lewis," said Jim with a sexy, romantic smile.
"Now, let's start it off right. I'm the boss," said Linda, "but my name's Linda. I don't know what Joe told you about me, but I plan on enjoying myself at this job," she added looking Jim over appreciatively.
Jim blushed slightly, then swaggered out from behind the bar where he and Sam had been setting up. The bar was empty at this hour. Linda headed for the office. There she hung up her coat, dropped her purse into a file cabinet and started puttering around, familiarizing herself with work procedures. She checked the liquor inventory sheet, then figured it would be a good idea to compare it with what was in the storeroom. If Joe was having trouble with missing profits, he was probably getting ripped oft in inventory, Linda reasoned. It was time to find out just where she was starting from in this job.
"Sam or Jim," she announced, standing in the doorway to her office. Both bartenders jumped to attention, answered her in unison, and headed toward her. "I only asked for one or the other of you," she said, laughing. "But I guess both you men will do," she added suddenly finding the idea of the two of them strangely arousing. In seconds they were both at her side.
"Jim, ain't you got something to do behind that bar," barked Sam.
"No way," replied Jim cooly, then switched his wholehearted attention to Linda. She felt a shiver of excitement up her spine despite herself. Jim had sexy, dark brown eyes and they were playing all over her body while he gave her a sweet, almost boyish smile and jerked his head to let his long brown hair settle down again over his ears.
"Well, let's not fight over it, boys," stated Linda with a touch of sarcasm. "I want to take a look at what's in the storeroom, and I guess both of you can just lead me there." She checked their reactions to see if either of them was uneasy about her check-up against the inventory sheet. She was relieved that both of them took it in stride.
"I'll get the key," piped up Sam, jogging back to behind the bar and returning in a flash.
"This way," said Jim, intent on getting in his two cents' worth.
Linda held out both arms, and with a man on each, headed for the storeroom. Sam unlocked the door and flipped the switch.
The room was stacked with boxes of cheap whiskey, gin, vodka, along with some name brands. About half the room was given over to cartons of beer. Linda started spot-checking, going slowly tip and down the aisles, both men following her like pups.
Finally they all found themselves in the back of the storeroom where there was a table and one chair. Linda wiped her finger over the table top. It came away clean.
"Somebody's been doing some dusting back here. I can hardly believe it."
Sam chuckled. Jim grinned and said, "Not exactly."
"Well, what then?"
"Sam, you want to explain to the lady?" teased Jim.
"Oh, I'd say that was mostly your department," snapped back Sam. Linda looked from one to the other, then put both hands on her hips and waited.
"Well, out with it," she snapped after a minute.
"Oh, just a little lovin' and stuff," drawled Jim.
"Oh, cut the shit, Jim," jeered Sam. "Jim here's been fucking with some of the dancers back here, right on this table. No wonder it's goddamn spotless. All the dust gets wiped off on their asses."
"What about Shirley, you motherfucker. You told her she'd get her ass fired if she didn't give you a piece. At least I never pulled a number like that, you creep." Jim spat on the floor, a mean look in his eye.
"Come off it, boys," barked Linda, enjoying her authority, frankly I couldn't care less if you guys fuck around back here. But I don't like the idea of lying like that to the girls. Anyway there won't be any chance of that while I'm boss because I intend to set them all straight about what's expected around here just in case they don't know. And . . ." hesitated Linda, glaring at Sam, "you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to get a girl to have sex with you that way."
Sam hung his head for a second.
"Well, it wasn't really like that," he said finally, "because afterwards she told me she knew I was shittin' her, and none of it was true. She liked balling with me. A lot of girls like fucking with a man instead of a tin-plate Romeo like this long-haired faggot."
"Can I suck your dick, Sam baby," lisped Jim.
"Anytime you fucking please," snapped back Sam.
Linda started laughing at the ridiculous comedy they were putting on for her despite themselves. Then an idea entered her head that made her pussy quiver and her whole body tingle all over. As her eyes took both men in from head to toe to crotch, the two of them became nervous, shifting from one leg to the other, staring at their feet with rapt attention.
"Anything wrong, Linda?" said Jim with' forced confidence.
"Oh," drawled Linda, suddenly reaching out and running her hand over his shoulder, as she glanced down at his crotch, then at Sam's, "nothing's wrong at all. I just had a really sexy idea, that's all..."
Sam perked up immediately, moving in closer to the two of them. Linda reached down boldly and stroked Sam's crotch. A half whistle came out of his mouth before he had enough sense to stop it. A twinkle came into his eye.
"I think Linda appreciates a man," he said cockily to Jim.
"Now, hold on," interrupted Linda easily. "At this point it's men I like. Both of you . . ." And she began stroking both of their crotches, one in each small palm.
Jim was the first to make a move. He stroked his large hand over and under Linda's long blond hair until he was caressing the nape of her neck. Sam moved up behind her and pressed his expanding dick against her luscious buttocks. Jim moved down to her excited tits, his crotch bulging in her hand.
Soon all three of them were moaning with lust as they explored bodies and sex organs, working up into a heat.
"Why don't you two guys strip down," said Linda, unbuttoning first Jim's, then Sam's shirt. Sam grew a bit red-faced.
"You want to carry on with both of us at once, Linda?" asked Sam nervously.
"Why not? In fact, that's the idea that turned me on to all this," replied Linda, giving Sam a chuck under the chin and rubbing inside his shirt over his muscular blond-haired chest. Sam glanced at Jim. Linda caught the look and laughed. "You aren't afraid of showing each other your dicks, are you?" Sam looked sheepish, then shrugged his shoulders.
"Hell, why not," blurted out Sam.
"I'd do anything to make it with you, Linda," said Jim, ignoring Sam.
"Then let's get to it," stated Linda in a half-whisper. She unhooked her skirt, and undid her blouse. Both men helped strip her clothing off her piece by piece as she undid their belts and stripped off their shirts. In no time all three were stark naked in the back of the liquor storeroom.
Jim's dick flashed out like a beanpole when Linda's petite fingers pulled his jockey shorts down. Sam grabbed hold of her large, globular tits with both hands, gasping with lust, and pressing his swollen prick against her .creamy rump.
Linda reached around behind her and gently squeezed Sam's thick prick. The feel of it made her shudder with anticipation. Already Linda had a vague idea of what she wanted to try with these two hot males.
Jim stroked his fingers over her swelling labia, so that in seconds they were moist, then drenched with cunt juices. He crouched slightly and began nibbling and sucking at one melon-shaped tit, then the other. Sam was kissing and licking over her back, caressing her full round hips and ass. Linda stroked both their drooling pricks, one in each small hand, and shivered with the excitement of their hands and mouths all over her body.
Jim sucked and licked wildly over her stiffened nipples, moaning with lust, then dropped to his knees, licking his way down her belly to the soft blond thicket of her crotch. His tongue darted in between the drenched cunt lips and his lips began slurping. Linda gripped his muscular shoulders and watched his long pole of a cock prodding at the air as it stuck out between his spread thighs.
Now Sam had a chance to eat her full pointed tits. He moved around to the side and took first one luscious, fleshy globe, then the other into his hungry mouth. Linda continued stroking his thick prong of a dick. It dribbled and jerked only inches away from Jim's cheeks, sunken from his slurping sucking of her pussy. The sight of it all excited her in one hot flash so that she thought she might faint.
With complete abandon to her fantasy, she began rubbing the oozing fat head of Sam's dick against the younger man's handsome face. Jim was so absorbed in eating her succulent twat that he only moaned from the added contact of flesh, not realizing what it was. Sam too was oblivious at first, lost in lapping up her creamy tits. But the sight scratch on Jim's beard made him suddenly glance down at what Linda was doing to his prick. His eyes bugged out, then a perverse grin came over his face, and he went back to tonguing, then chewing, on her erect nipples.
You're a crazy cunt, she thought to her-
self, as she imagined her fantasy acted out, watching Sam force his fat prick down Jim's throat, then turn around and bugger it up the younger man's tender ass. The picture of it in her mind once again excited her to the point of a white flash before her eyes.
Linda gasped, shuddering on the brink of orgasm as Jim fucked his tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.
"No, no," she began to moan as both men ate and lapped at her body. She didn't want to come just yet. She pulled her twat away from Jim's eager mouth, leaving him red-faced, his mouth and chin drenched from her juices. His eye caught Sam's prick inches from his face.
"Shit!" cursed Jim under his breath, jerking away and then staggering up to his feet. Before he could say anything, Linda leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, prodding her small tongue between his lips, tasting her own cunt juices for the first time. They seemed to make her drunk. She lost control and began kissing the young man's mouth wildly, running her fingers through his hair, almost pulling it at times.
Sam was squeezed out. With a grunt of annoyance he moved along back behind Linda, ran his tongue over her soft shoulders for a second, then down her spine as he dropped to the floor. With a kind of crazy wheezing sound, he spread her round fleshy cheeks and prodded his tongue at her puckered asshole. In seconds Sam was rimming her with abandon.
Linda pushed Jim's mouth away from hers, and pushed him down on his knees, back to her gleaming wet pussy. He didn't need to be forced. Greedily Jim plunged his hot tongue back into Linda's steamy twat. Linda moaned and caressed her excited tits while both men ate her from front to rear.
"Let's get over to the table," she whispered ,hoarsely after a while. Dazed, both men staggered up onto their feet. Before they could move, Linda abruptly dropped to her knees, grabbed both their swollen, steel-hard dicks and sucked them simultaneously into her full hungry mouth. She played and yanked at the men's big balls and sucked and tongued them. Sam and Jim tried not to look at each other. Each grabbed hold of one of her tits and began stroking and playing with it.
They could not get over their embarrassment at feeling the other's prick with his own dick, and their cocks both began to soften in her mouth.
Linda immediately sucked her mouth Off
of their dicks and got to her feet. With quick
strokes of each hand she had their cocks rock
hard again in a second. She coaxed them
gently to the table by pulling on their dicks. Then she pushed Jim back down on the table, so that his legs were spread-eagled, his back down on the table top, but his feet still on the floor. Before he could say a word, she scrambled up on top of him, straddling his lean hips, facing him, and plunged his prick up her slick twat. Jim gasped as he felt the wet walls of her vulva contract and pull his cock deep up inside her until her cunt lips rested on his balls.
Linda gasped with pleasure, then turned to Sam. The shorter, hairy, blond man was standing beside the table stroking his thick prick.
"Fuck it up my ass," she ordered hoarsely.
Without losing a second, Sam moved behind her, crouched down for a second and poked his tongue into her exposed asshole, then straightened up and pushed his fat prick head into the pucker muscle. Linda clenched her teeth at the brief pain his mammoth tool caused in her tender rump, but soon sank into waves of pleasure as the thick rod filled her ass as deeply as Jim's long veiny dick.
Linda gasped at the sudden, full culmination of her fantasy. Both ass and cunt were plugged full of cock. Her tongue lashing out at her lips, she wriggled her hips up and down, signaling the men to fuck her cunt and ass.
Sam grabbed hold of her soft round hips and butt and began plunging his tool in and out of her clutching asshole. Jim reached up and took both nipples, red erect nibs of flesh jutting out from the round full flesh of her tits, and pulled and pinched at them, as he stroked his pole in and out of her contracting twat. Both men had no difficulty in matching their fucking. Linda rode high on the crazed, double-fuck, her mind and body totally drugged with the intense pleasure of it.
"Agh! Ooh," panted Linda as she came in an immense orgasm. A shrill cry broke from her throat. Sweat trickled down between the globes of her breasts. Her heavy pants were followed by a lunge, then a pumping spasm, first from Jim's prick, which shot and splattered his cum deep up her twat, and then from Sam's as the thick tool plunged every fat inch of dick up her rectum and exploded the contents of his heavy balls up her.
When both sets of balls were drained into her, and the fever-pitch waves of her orgasm subsided in Linda, all three of them slumped together on top of the table. Linda began to giggle. It was the craziest, wildest sex she had ever had in her life-at least up until then. It made her almost hysterical. Both their pricks were still planted up inside her as her whole body trembled.
Gradually Linda collected her wits and sat up. Sam stepped back, pulling his softened, but still thick prick out of her ass with a plop. Linda drew her cunt off Jim's still hard rod and slipped off the table.
"Ooh," she grunted with a long stretch. Jim sat up on the table, his prick jutting forward. "It's back to work," announced Linda, glancing at her watch.
"Whew," said Jim, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Linda slipped back into her clothes, and reluctantly the two bartenders followed.
"Get your asses out there and open up the place. I bet there's a line of sex-crazed businessmen out there already," she added. Linda bounded out of the storeroom, inventory sheet in hand, leaving the men to lock up.
Fortunately there was a private lavatory off her office. Linda quickly cleaned up. It was hard to believe that only two days before she had been a depressed, sex-starved woman living out in the suburbs like a nun. Now it seemed that each time she had sex with a man, it got wilder. Her cunt and ass still felt the pressure of the two plunging dicks almost as if they were still there. A smile of contentment crept over her face. She took a last glance at herself in the mirror, stuck out her tongue, laughed, and left the lavatory.
From inside her office, Linda heard the sounds of the bar filling up with the lunch-hour crowd. Finally after she had gone through most of the records, she couldn't contain her curiosity any more. The place was a roar of voices.
She went to the door and opened it and looked out. The place was packed. Men of all sizes, shapes, and descriptions-though mostly all were dressed in conservative business suits-milled about drinking, eyeing the stage. The music was blasting, two girls she had never seen before were already up behind the bar dancing topless, their tits twirling and bouncing to the beat. But the main stage was empty. By the look of the men, this was not supposed to be the case. Some were glancing at their watches. All eyed the stage from time to time.
Sensing something was wrong, Linda decided to brave the all male crowd for the first time in order to check with Sam and Jim. As she elbowed her way through, she felt hand after hand patting her rump, some even going so far as to feel her tits. Ordinarily she would have pushed them away, called the cops or done something about being molested by a crowd of men, but being the man-
ager, she was stuck. Instead, she decided to enjoy it. To the handsomer men, she gave a slow, sexy smile; to the others, nothing, except that she pushed on a bit faster, trying to ignore them.
The men she passed were surprised to see her, wondered who she was, called out after her, until finally she just began announcing it as a kind of greeting: "Hi, I'm Linda, the new manager. Thanks for coming by..."
"Get the manger on stage," bellowed one portly businessman, already red-faced from martinis.
"Wouldn't mind seeing the management) do a little entertaining," quipped another one with better manners and less alcohol in his blood-stream.
Linda simply smiled graciously at it all and kept heading toward the bar.
"Hope I don't have to go through that ordeal everyday," she said, panting, as she finally reached the bar and beckoned to Jim who was closest. "Otherwise we'll have to build a catwalk over this place so the manager can get out of her office in peace!" she added laughing.
"They just never saw such a gorgeous manager before," replied Jim with a grin worthy of a toothpaste commercial.
"Well, if the surprise effect doesn't wear off by the end of the week, I'm digging a tun-
nel. Look, Jim, what's going on with the center stage? Looks to me as if these guys are expecting a show out there."
Jim glanced at his watch. "They're late," he admitted.
"Who? What?" asked Linda in exasperation.
"Why, Rhonda and Cindy. They have this little act worked up. They dance as a pair and sometimes rub their tits and pussies together a bit."
"Clever. So what's keeping them? These men obviously can't wait. Where are they?"
"Must be back in the dressing room."
"Don't tell me," moaned Linda. "I can see now I'm going to have to go after them, right? Plow through that drooling pack of . . ." She looked around her. One or two of the customers caught her eye. They were young business execs, trim, athletic with a certain boyish enthusiasm. She tempered her words: "... hot, horny studs." Linda sighed. That was, after all, why she'd found the job so interesting. But getting a chance at a lot of sexy men was one thing; dealing with a crowd of them was another. Somehow she'd not quite pictured it like this. The place was too crowded to casually come up to a hot-looking man and invite him into her of-fice for a private drink.
"Do you want me to go after them?" asked Jim earnestly trying to be of help.
"Nope. It's my job. Here goes," declared Linda as a kind of battle cry, pointing herself toward the back of the bar and then lunging into the pack of men.
She arrived at the dressing room door not too badly off for the ass-patting^ and tit-clutching she'd been through. For a minute she had even fantasized the handsomest of them handling her all over stark naked, caressing and licking every inch of her body as they passed her from the front of the bar to the back. After all, that was a bit what an orgy must be like, she reasoned, though she'd never been in one.
Linda knocked, then barged in.
"Eeh," squealed Rhonda, the redhead. Linda took a step back. Both girls were down on the dressing-room floor in a sixty-nine position with their thighs parted wide, eating each other's pussy.
Cindy looked up and blushed scarlet. Linda felt a strange excitement seeing the girls naked and in heat on the floor, their bodies excited and shiny with perspiration, their nipples stiff, their cunt hairs wetted down to their full pussy lips. Her hand fluttered to her breast.
"I think it's show time," blurted out Linda in a constricted voice.
"Oh, no," cried out Rhonda, her eyes beginning to fill up with tears. "She's gonna fire us."
"Don't be silly, Rhonda. In fact ... In fact, I can't see why you shouldn't just get Up on stage and continue where you left off when I barged in."
"In front of all those men?" squealed Cindy.
"Sure, why not? It'd be a sure show-stopper. And . . . maybe we could arrange a little raise if it all worked out." Rhonda brightened up.
"Come on, Cindy, why not? It'd be a lot less tiring than bumping and grinding. And a hell of a lot more fun for us," Cindy put her arm around Rhonda and smiled lovingly. "It's a deal, Linda," declared Rhonda.
"Okay, get into your costumes, whatever they are, and get out there. Your fans are tearing up the place."
The two girls scrambled to their feet and quickly jumped into their sequined G-strings and pasties. Blowing Linda a kiss, they were out the door in a flash. Linda heard the crowd roar and applaud as Cindy and Rhonda bounded onto the stage and began dancing to the disco music.
As they stripped out of their pasties and G-string, baring their tits and pussies to the
men, the crowd hooted and applauded as one man.
Linda hung back next to the dressing room door, watching, wondering how the men would react to to a full-fledged sex show, and how the girls would get into it.
She didn't have long to wait. Before she knew it they were rubbing their tits together in time to the beat, then bending back and brushing their cunts together. Then a gasp rose from the crowd as Rhonda agressively picked Cindy up in her arms, swung the blond girl's luscious white thighs around her neck and plunged her tongue into her twat.
As the beat changed and got faster, Rhonda's pussy licking did too. The crowd howled. The drunken fat man tried to climb up on stage to lick Rhonda's twat, but got pulled back into the crowd, by two other men not willing to see him wreck the show.
The girls danced, and slithered all over each other's body like snakes, up and down the stage, on the stage floor, on a small bench at the back of the stage, and then started egging the crowd on by spreading their twats in the faces of the nearest ogling men.
In a matter of minutes there was near pandemonium as each customer tried to get to the stage and have a lick of Rhonda's or Cindy's wet cunt, depending on which of the girls was offering.
Linda's eyes searched the door nervously, somehow expecting the cops to pour in and raid the place.
Jumping up on the hench, Rhonda and Cindy ended their act by writhing around in sixty-nine on top of each other and vigorously eating out the other girl's hot, .wet twat faster and faster until their groans could be heard over the music and they climaxed with an awe-inspiring shudder.
The crowd of men went wild. Some even had their hands on their dicks and were jacking off and shooting all over the place. Linda couldn't believe her eyes.
At the end of the day receipts had doubled.
Chapter Five
"Tell all," exhorted Sue, as she shut Linda's kitchen door behind her. "I even had a dream about you and job hunting and all last night."
Linda laughed. "Get yourself a cup of coffee and sit down." She looked at her watch: an hour and a half to get to work. It was a bright, early summer morning. As usual Herb had come home after Linda was already in bed and had left before she'd woken up. But more and more she couldn't have cared less. A whole new world was opening up to her, one made and controlled by her. Falling asleep the night before, she'd realized that she could never go back to being a simple housewife, even if things got back to normal between herself and Herb. She was, once and for all, liberated.
Sue plunked her petite body down in the kitchen chair, propped her chin up on the palms of her hands, her elbows on the table, and waited, all ears.
"Well, Sue, don't forget to drink that coffee," quipped Linda, actually bursting to tell her adventures to someone.
Sue took a sip, grinned, and plunked her chin back in the palms of her hands, leaning forward a bit across the kitchen table. Linda casually poured herself a cup and sat down across from Sue.
"Well," drawled Linda, "I don't know quite how to start."
"Damn it, tell everything. I want every single detail you can remember."
"Every detail?" said Linda with a look of comic anxiety.
"The works! Out with it," said Sue vehemently.
"Okay, Sue, hold onto your ears. You won't believe half of it, but it's all true," teased Linda, getting into her story-telling role. "On the way into the city the other day, traffic was moving along fine. Then suddenly we were all stopped just about dead in our tracks with a monster traffic jam. I looked over and stuck next to me was a midnight blue Lincoln. I noticed it passing me earlier because the driver was a sexy young guy... named Jake."
Sue's eyes widened. "You know the guy's name?"
"That's not a quarter of it," said Linda wryly. As she continued with her story, not skipping any detail she could remember, Sue's cheeks turned pink, then red. Finally Linda began describing her first day at the bar. Sue was bug-eyed. She ended with a vivid description of the wild new act put on by Rhonda and Cindy. At each detail, both Linda and Sue became more and more excited.
"My God," exclaimed Sue hoarsely as Linda finished.
"Every word's true. Unbelievable, though, isn't it? And to think I've been cooped up and horny in this house for all these months," added Linda.
"Well, frankly," said Sue, regaining some composure, "I'm not so surprised that all this stuff goes on. What really gets me is that you're part of it all now. Jesus!"
Linda gloated visibly, beaming back at Sue. "I can't wait to see what today brings. Some of the guys that come in there are really hunky looking."
"What about the girls and their . . ." started Sue, then became tonone-tied. She tried again. "I mean all that lezzie stuff. Does that turn you on?"
"Well, I never had thought much about it, but seeing those two chicks on the floor going at each other, well, I surprised myself . . ."
"Really?" said Sue open-mouthed. "Was it really hot? A turn-on?"
"Absolutely."
"But you've never made it with . . . with another woman."
"No," stated Linda slowly, "but I don't think I'd mind trying it."
"Really?" was all Sue could say. She stared at Linda, drinking in what she could see above the table: Linda's full, voluptuous tits, her long blond hair, her fine, beautiful features and moist inviting lips.
"How about you?" asked Linda flatly, feeling Sue's eyes on her.
She blushed vividly.
"Me? With the kids and . . . Me? Well, I guess I don't know, I..." Sue looked Linda in the eye finally. "I don't know," she said in a stifled voice. Linda reached across the table top and caressed Sue's arm gently and slowly. Sue turned away briefly, trying to regain her composure, then took Linda's hand and touched it to her lips. "I can't fool myself," she stated simply. "The truth is that ever since you moved in next door I've always wanted to ... well, to touch, to make love to you, Linda." There, she'd gotten it out. A bit wild-eyed, she met Linda's gentle smile. "You ... you don't mind?" she added, choking back tears.
"Mind? Honey, that's the greatest compliment anybody's made to me in.. .. But, that's not the point. I think I'd like to, too." Linda got up suddenly and came over and stood behind Sue, embracing her, stroking her boyishly short brown hair, hugging her, then kissing.
Sue eased back her head as Linda's silken lips came down onto her mouth. Suddenly both women were alive with passion. Their tongues dived into each other's mouth. Their hands ran all over each other's body, touching each other as if suddenly freed. The air in the kitchen seemed electric.
Linda's arms enfolded Sue in fulfillment of Sue's deepest fantasy. She reached up and stroked Linda's long blond hair, then held the woman's head to press her mouth closer to hers and plunge her own tongue up into Linda's warm mouth. Linda's fingers were stroking Sue's small, firm breasts, as the long kiss continued, sealing the two of them together with a lust and passion that thoroughly shook both of them.
"Oh, Linda, I can't believe ..." whispered Sue as Linda straightened up, her lips still parted, tender and quivering slightly.
"Neither can I," she whispered back. She suddenly pulled Sue to her feet.
"What...?"
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"Let's go upstairs," said Linda firmly. She wrapped her arm around Sue's shoulders and lead her toward the stairs.
The king-size bed lay spread out before them. As if in a dream Linda and Sue sank down onto it. Intermittantly kissing, they undid buttons, unzipped zippers until both of them lay naked in the other's arms.
Both were overwhelmed by the feminine tact and tenderness of their affection, their love-making, their caresses-all so different from the touch of a man.
But slowly the passion rose until they were tonguing and licking breasts, nipples and shoulders, gliding their lips over creamy female flesh, sucking to excitement, then pressing their lips together and diving their tongues down each other's throat.
After their first naked intimacy, Linda instinctively took control; gently moving away from Sue's mouth to hungrily explore every inch of her soft, but sinewy body. Her mouth sucked down on the tip of Sue's tit as if ready to swallow the small, firm globe of flesh down her throat. Then she teased it deliriously with her tongue and teeth until the nipple was large, red and distended, and Sue was moaning softly. She replaced her mouth on that breast with her fingers and swallowed up the other, already excited tit.
Sue's hands roamed Linda's big, voluptuous body as if it were an enormous and deli-
cious dessert. Stroking over the smooth round buttocks, Sue's fingers reached between Linda's legs. The heat there was like fire, so hot that she drew back for a second before she pushed her fingers in deeper to reach the creamy core, the steamy, liquifying cunt.
Sue's touch at her clitoris made Linda gasp, then bite down on the pointed taut nipple in her mouth. A small cry broke from Sue's throat at the violence of it. She drove her long finger up between the moist lips of Linda's pussy as if trying to clutch and grip the other woman by the cunt.
Linda groaned as Sue's fingers entered her pussy, stretching it and filling it until it gushed. Sue's thumb rubbed hard up and down the nib of clitoris, hardening it, extending it while her other fingers pressed deeper inside Linda.
Drugged by the rising hot odor of their twats, Linda lapped and licked her way down Sue's firm belly and pushed her nose and then her mouth into the brown hairy tangle at her twat. Her tongue slithered in between Sue's wet labia as her mouth engulfed her pubic mound and sucked. Within minutes Sue had licked her way around Linda's side, over her butt and was buried between the other's long velvety thighs. Their mutual odor, the pungent female heat their bodies gave off, made them drunk and stoned and crazed. They writhed their tender bellies together and moaned and sucked at each other's pussy while fingering and pulling at tits and flesh.
As Linda plunged and licked faster and harder, Sue let out short, high-pitched cries, exciting Linda further so that she ground her hot, gushing twat down harder on Sue's mouth and tongue. In seconds both of them were squealing with lust more and more rapidly. A deep grunt broke the air and Sue bucked her cunt hard against Linda's rapacious mouth and peaked and came in deep bellowing moans, her body engulfing, swallowing up Linda's writhing, sucking body. Linda grunted and then peaked as well, suddenly gushing cum juice over Sue's sucking hot mouth. They clutched each other's bucking body hard and tight as they shuddered through waves of red-hot orgasm.
As the lust and sting of their coming ebbed, their limbs untensed. Their bodies softened and relaxed, and they rolled onto their sides in a deep all-encompassing embrace of each other. Quietly they lay like that in each other's arms sharing the mutual glow of their bodies.
Linda was the first to half sit up. Tears trickled down Sue's cheeks.
"Oh, Sue, honey, what's wrong?" Linda felt her throat tighten.
"Nothing," replied Sue with an hysterica] giggle. "I'm just fucked up, crazy. God, I don't know." Linda caressed her body with both hands as she lay back down beside Sue. "It's just so . . . so powerful. I think I've been secretly dreaming of this moment for years. And now it's here . . . and . . ." she gulped,"... gone. I..."
"Why should it be gone?" And Linda gently kissed Sue's tear-wet cheek.
"Linda, you're incredible," boomed Joe as he entered the bar. The lunch-hour crowd had left, leaving the place a shambles.
Linda had been leaning gently against the bar, sipping a vermouth on the rocks, her reward for another day's clever management. In the month she had worked, their receipts had doubled, then tripled. The act remained essentially the same except that more businessmen had a taste of pussy with their drink than on the first day. It never ceased to amaze Linda that the police hadn't raided them, but then of course she was not naive. And that was not why Joe was calling her incredible.
"Hi, Joe," said Linda with a smile. Joe came up and patted her warmly on the shoulder.
"You're making me a rich man, Linda. I knew you'd be great at this, but not this fantastic," he added, gently stroking her rump.
Sam and Jim were busy drying glasses be-
hind the bar, but were watching out of the corners of their eyes. Both turned and grinned as Joe's hand passed over their boss's ass. "Oh, hello, boys," perked up Joe without removing his hand. They replied effusively, both grinning. "I've got a surprise for all of you. In fact that's why I came over. Sam, open the cash register," ordered Joe. "How much is in there?"
"Don't know yet, sir," replied Sam. "We haven't counted it yet." The register drawer was bulging with money.
"Oh," said Linda, looking at the pile of money stacked in the compartments, "I'd say about fifteen hundred or so."
"Well, I'm not a greedy man," stated Joe, letting go of Linda's rump with some reluctance, and moving around behind the bar. He pulled out the wads of fifties and twenties and began sorting them into five piles, all equal. "Where're Rhonda and Cindy?"
"They should still be in their dressing room," said Linda.
"Well, get-them out here. This is going to be a little celebration."
"Allow me," interrupted Jim and hustled out from behind the bar and back to the dressing room. After a few audible squeals of surprise both girls came bounding out in short silk kimonos.
"Hi, Mr. Di Fuoco," they bubbled in unison.
Joe's eyes appreciatively took notice of the abrupt jut of their tits as they sidled up to the bar. "Hello, stars. We're gonna go Communist for a day and share the wealth. Each of you take a pile. It's yours. Bonus time. And here's a little extra for you girls because without you, we wouldn't be able to milk those suckers. And here's something for you* Sam . . . Jim . .. for keeping the cash flowing. And now, for our lovely manager . . ." Spontaneously everyone burst into applause. Linda blushed, and tears welled up in her eyes. Joe gave her a big kiss on the cheek, stood back, then added another, longer and deeper on her velvet lips. "Last, but not least..." he said, a bit hoarse with emotion, and handed her an extra wad of hundreds. Linda flushed with excitement at the sight of all that money in her hands, then felt confused. She realized that she had no idea what to do with that money. She'd taken the job for excitement. If she went out and bought something expensive with it, she'd have to hide it from Herb.
Before she had time to think further, however, Joe interrupted. "I've got another trick up my sleeve too, Linda. Let's go back to the office," he added in a confidential tone.
Linda's pussy twitched suddenly, remembering Joe's large, plunging tool, and looking forward to feeling its thickness nudge into her inch by inch again. Arm in arm they strode back to the office. Joe stepped inside and Linda shut the door behind them, then planted a hot kiss on Joe's mouth.
"Whoa . . . hey," laughed Joe, squeezing Linda's voluptuous body to him and stroking her blond hair. "This is mixing business with pleasure."
"Oh?" said Linda with real surprise, "I thought business was over."
"Well, in a minute. Linda, I have a new proposition for you. Sit down and listen."
Linda sat up on the edge of the desk, while Joe proceeded to pace toward the back of the office, then turn and come back. His eyes were bright; his whole face beamed.
"Linda, I've got a fantastic new idea. Well, the idea is only new because it includes you. I want to open a massage parlor ... oh, I've already got a few in my portfolio now. I mean a different kind. A real 'class' massage parlor. And I want you to run it. You can use your imagination, have full control to do anything you think of. I trust your judgment implicitly."
"My God," exclaimed Linda. "Does that mean I have my pick of the hunkiest customers?" she added laughing.
"Any little pleasure your heart desires," chimed in Joe, effusively.
"Well," said Linda, taking a deep breath, her eyes suddenly clouding, "isn't this get-
ting awfully risky? The cops are sure to - - -
"Have they bothered you here, Linda?"
"No."
"It'll be exactly the same in your new place. Count on it."
Linda paused, weighing the risk with the pleasure of being able to fuck with any man she pleased at any moment she ehose.
"Okay, it's a deal."
"Fabulous," burst out Joe, rushing to her side and picking her up in his powerful arms and whirling around. In seconds they were down on the couch, hungrily devouring each other's mouth, tugging clothes loose, then feverishly handling each other's body. Linda lapped down Joe's hairy chest and invaded his crotch with her mouth until her lips grasped and sucked down on his rearing mammoth cock. Hungrily Joe nibbled over her soft, full rump, then sucked his mouth down on her fleshy pubic mound and plunged his tongue into her twat. They groaned and sucked with abandon, rushing toward a red-hot orgasm, that caught both of them at the same time by surprise. Linda's cunt juices gushed over Joe's sucking mouth as his prick bounded deep into her plush, slick throat and shot load after load of hot cum as she tugged and massaged the sperm out of his balls.
"Whew," exclaimed Joe, sinking back onto the couch, as Linda lapped up the last few
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drops of cum, her cunt still quivering with orgasm.
"That was good," agreed Linda, collapsing on his thigh as if talking to his still stiff dick.
When they had both caught their breaths, they sat up and fondled and kissed each other for a few minutes, then both got up and dressed.
With a long goodbye kiss, Joe left, telling Linda to come by his office at the end of the week so that he could discuss the sei]up of the new place. Linda watched as the big, burly man walked out of the bar. As usual she felt a bit sad after having sex with Joe; it reminded her too much of the old days with her husband Herb. Oh well, she thought to herself with a sigh, her eyes turning to the two hunky bartenders. She'd treat herself this week with these guys. After all, this would be her last chance with them before she moved on to larger pastures. This pleasant thought whisked away any touch of sadness that remained. She was back to her old self.
She pulled the white Cadillac into the driveway that evening around seven. As usual, Herb's car was not there. She would have been shocked if it had been. Dusk was beginning to fall over the large houses and expansive lawns of this upper middle class suburb. As she got out of the car she could
hear the far-oif yelps of kids out playing in the last few hours of light after supper. Maybe if she and Herb had had kids of their own..,
Linda went through the house flipping on lights before she settled down in the living room for a few minutes of TV and a drink before making dinner. There was always a chance Herb might be in for supper, so she always waited until seven-thirty before starting. For the last month or so Herb had made it the rule that he would not be home for dinner unless he let her know otherwise. Still, she waited a little bit just in case.
In mid-sip on her martini, the doorbell rang. Surprised, Linda got up and answered the front door.
"Hal! Good God, I haven't seen you in ages," she exclaimed. It was Herb's single kid brother. He had the same coloring and football-player physique as Herb, her husband, but was more shy, his facial features a bit more refined, a trace less macho. Doubtless because of Herb, her attitude toward Hall had always been playful, not taking him too seriously, perhaps even a bit condescending. Now she looked at him with fresh eyes. Standing in her doorway with a pleasant, open grin was a sexy, very attractive young man, eager and charming. After some quick calculation, Linda realized that he must easily be in his mid-twenties-a kid no longer.
"Hi, Linda," he said easily, stepping into the house as Linda shut the door behind him and led him into the living room. He plopped down on the sofa and stared at the TV screen for a second. "Herb called me at work. He couldn't get a hold of you. Seems he's going to be away on business for a couple of days. He asked me to let you know."
''Which you are," laughed Linda lightly. "How about a drink?"
"Scotch?"
"Coming right up." Linda felt his eyes on her as she sauntered to the bar and fixed his drink. Handing it to him he seemed to blush faintly. Linda realized with a start that she had been flirting with him without being aware of it, that he had reacted and was now embarrassed.
"Linda?" Hal paused.
"What, Hal?"
"What's happening between my brother and you? I know it's really none of my business, but I always idealized your marriage and now..."
Linda sighed. "Good question. If I knew the answer, I'd tell you."
"You don't think it's some other woman? It just couldn't be," he said flatly, answering his own question.
Linda shrugged her shoulders and sighed again. "Who knows? Anything's possible."
"Well, even just this afternoon he sounded funny over the phone. I asked him point blank what was wrong with him. He gave me this story about how the business was killing him, that he faced bankruptcy, stuff like that..."
"Ah-hum. .. .1 know," said Linda, taking a sip of her martini. It suddenly tasted awful to her. "When I do see him, he talks about nothing else."
"Do you think it's true?"
"I don't know . . . Oh, of course the business is going through a rough period, but everybody's having a hard time of it right now, so they say on the news." Linda couldn't help the tone of cynicism that crept into her voice.
"I take it you don't think that's reason enough," said Hal sullenly, avoiding her eyes. Linda reflected for a minute. She didn't know how much Hal knew about Herb and herself. But suddenly she felt the need to tell him just what was happening.
"No, I guess I don't," she stated almost coldly. "I don't, because your brother and I ... well, we haven't made love to each other in months. Frankly, I can't see how business has anything to do with healthy sexual desire."
"They say it does have a psychological ef-
feet. Stress and all. It can make a man impotent."
Linda laughed. Her voice sounded shrill to her. "Impotent? Herb? I can't even picture the possibility," she added with bitterness.
"Looking at you, Linda, I can't either," blurted out Hal. He turned beet red.
Linda eyed him from her seat opposite the sofa. She liked what she saw. And not only did she like it, she thought with abandon, she wanted it. She desperately wanted Hal's arms around her, to feel his hot breath on her cheek, to feel his prick hard in her hand. At any other time she would have thought herself crazy. Now she felt justified. And she had become used to getting what she wanted.
Boldly Linda got up and went over and sat down on the sofa beside Hal.
"That's the nicest thing I've heard in a long time," she said, stroking the back of his strong, large hand as it lay at rest on his knee. He turned to look her in the eye with a start.
He started to mutter, "But he's my brother . . ." then stopped. Their lips were only inches apart. Linda leaned forward and kissed his mouth. Hal responded eagerly. His hands moved to her shoulders, then stroked over her full, up-tilted breasts as he plunged his hot tongue into her soft, wet mouth. Their tongues entwined, parried and licked together. Linda's small hand stroked over Hal's deep, broad chest, then fell down into his lap and cupped his crotch. The animal that was his prick bolted under her touch. Her mouth grew voracious, hungrily sucking and gulping at his hot tongue Hal kissed free of her mouth only to rapidly kiss her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck, her chin, breathing deeply the rich perfume of her skin, the luxuriant softness of her hair, the sweetness of her throat as his two hands caressed her body, slid under her bra to cup her breasts and feel the nutlike points of her nipples. In seconds their clothes were askew, their breathing hard and fast.
The TV blared on with its nonsensical babble of game-show hooting.
Linda thought for a second of adjourning to the bedroom, but Hal's passion wiped that thought out of her mind. His lust was strong and immediate and commanding. His large hands removed her clothing insistently, piece by piece, stroking and caressing each newly exposed inch of flesh. His mouth sucked at her shoulder, his hands pushed down over her firm belly until his fingertips tangled in her blond bush, then pushed deeper to rub over her excited clitoris. The coarse feel of his fingers on her moistening pussy shot her through and through with lust. Her mouth hungered for the hard length of the cock she felt under her fingers.
Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, she .
pulled the long thick prick out of his crotch. It bolted up straight and stiff. Her tongue reached out of her mouth to lick underneath the bulb of its head. The prick quivered, jumped, then came back to rest on her darting tongue as a droplet of translucent juice bubbled up out of the slit and dripped onto her eager tongue. She tasted it. It was sweet and salty. The male odor and taste of it made her cheeks flush hotly. The fleshy petals of her cunt opened to the prodding of Hal's fingers as her mouth sucked the bulb into her mouth, her lips glided down the stiff shaft to touch the coarse crotch hairs and her throat closed on the jerking thick rod with a gulp.
Hal responded with a low, lusty moan as he felt her soft mouth slide up and down his rigid shaft. He bent over and tongued her shoulder again, then sucked the creamy flesh down her side. Without breaking her sucking stroke on his prick, he managed to slip down on his side and lick at her taut belly, then down into her blond bush. He pushed, further, his mouth going dry from anticipation, his nostrils filled with her hot female odor. In seconds his tongue was tickling her rigid clit. His lips came down on the nub of flesh and sucked, then pulled on it gently. Linda went wild.
Her throat became as busy as a hand, gripping and gulping at his thick, eight inch cock. Her nose plunged into the tangle at his crotch. Her fingers pulled at his big balls. Hal plunged his tongue between her slick cunt lips and began fucking deeply in and out of her throat in time to his tonguing. His hands gripped her creamy soft thighs and ran underneath over her round, firm rump. Together they sucked and pumped and prodded each other's sex organs until they were both glistening with sweat.
Linda pulled off his plunging, dripping prick for a minute to hungrily lick over his hairy, muscular thighs, grip his round hard calves in her small hands, and then explore his hairy butt. Hal continued eating out her rich, deep cunt, while his dick bobbed and slapped freely against his hard belly. His big hands ran all over her firm-fleshed body. The touch of her melonlike tits made his prick lunge and his head swim. He ground his mouth down harder on her cunt lips so that he could fuck his tongue deeper into her gushing twat.
With a little cry, Linda's silky lips grabbed hold of his bounding cock and slid down the veiny shaft with a gulp. Forgetting all control Hal fucked wildly down Linda's throat. In response she bucked and ground her pussy against his mouth and face, holding his head in the vise of her thighs.
It wasn't enough. Hal parted her thighs, gobbled his way out of her twat and headed deeper between her legs until his tongue and mouth were sucking and prodding between her firm ass cheeks. Linda followed suit, tonguing and swallowing up his big, hairy balls then plunging down further until her tongue poked at his asshole. Crazed by their new discovery they sucked and grunted and ate each other's anus like animals.
Hal's dick plunged between Linda's tits as she ate out his asshole. Her pussy rubbed against the coarse hairs of his abdomen, seeking relief.
Linda came out from his hard, hairy butt and suddenly slid her body down his muscled belly until the swollen fat head of his prick was poised at her pussy. Lustily she gripped the turgid rod in both small hands, pulled her knees forward, spread her thighs and plunged the thick tool up her twat. Hal let out a yelp and shoved it up her to the balls.
Linda began sliding her rump up and down on the slick veiny rod, gasping and licking her tender lips, fingering his big balls, feeling the thick sinews at the base of his cock. Then, supporting herself with her hands on his muscular thighs, she stroked her cunt up and down the steely shaft faster and faster.
"No, Linda, not yet," gasped Hal as he
felt his balls pulling up tight to his prick,
ready to empty their load. He rocked her
over on her side, spilling both of them gently
onto the floor. Now he was on top, his cock still buried up her twat with Linda down on all fours. Reaching under her he grabbed hold of her tits as they hung down pendu-lously and began bolting his dick in and out of her up-raised pussy. Loud, sucking and gurgling sounds came from the fast deep fucking his prick gave her cunt. Linda moaned and helped, slamming her rump up against his crotch so that his prick could invade deeper into her cunt. Her pussy lips were drenched with juice. Her vagina contracted and gripped the plunging tool.
Hal fucked faster and harder, pulling her tits, then gripping her rump, then back at her tits, until a low growl came out of his throat.
"I'm gonna shoot," he gasped in warning.
"Ooh," moaned Linda, "let me feel that prick pump it in . . ." Sweat trickled down his chest and splashed onto Linda's long slender back as he gave one last deep thrust, his balls squeezed tight against his shaft, and shot. Linda felt the first load of cum spurt deep into her cunt. She saw stars. Her pussy squeezed at the pumping rod. Orgasm exploded between her legs; her cunt contracted in spasm after spasm. The waves of her coming rushed up and down her spine, engulfing her as his prick plunged and spurted over and over, pumping and thrusting into her convulsing, gushing twat.
Panting and moaning, both of them seemed to come forever, convulsing, spurting again and again, until finally Hal dropped his sweat-soaked body down on Linda's shiny white back, his muscular arms hugged around her body, his prick still stiff and hard up in her cunt.
"Ooh," groaned Linda softly, licking her lips and still feeling the waves of orgasm lashing through her. Finally the orgasm seemed to ebb. She reached between her legs and stroked his sinewy, thick shaft as it lay, still mostly embedded in her pussy. She sank down flat on the thick carpet and felt the weight of Hal's athletic body settle down on top of her. They lay there in silence, joined together, breathing deeply and deliciously together, as dusk settled in black pools in the room, broken only by the electric glare of the television.
Chapter Six
Linda put a dab of powder on her nose, then got out of her white Cadillac and locked the door behind her. The location of the new massage parlor seemed perfect to her. Right in the downtown business district taking up one whole floor of an office building. Riding up on the brightly lit automatic elevator to the designated floor, she couldn't help but admire Joe's business acumen.
The elevator doors opened onto an elegantly decorated vestibule with soft lighting, thick carpeting, soft music and a curvaceous receptionist with long raven hair, fine features, sparkling black eyes, and a chic silk pajama suit.
"Oh, you must be Linda," she chirped up sweetly. "Joe is expecting you. Please go
right in," she added, getting up smoothly and opening the door to the right of her glass and chrome reception table.
Linda found herself in a round room, even more softly lit, with large sofas edging the wall. Ten girls, all races, heights and coloring, but each one with a tantalizing, sexy body, partly exposed in various erotic costumes-including one long black-haired oriental girl in black leather halter and straps and high leather boots-ringed the room, reclining on the sofas, propped up on small pillows. In the middle of it all sat Joe. Seeing Linda enter he stood up immediately.
"Linda, meet the girls. Girls, your new boss-a very clever woman, very clever," he added with a warm smile. Linda swept the circle of girls with a friendly eye, then walked up to Joe.
"This place is magnificent. I can hardly believe it," she said placing a kiss on his cheek. Joe hugged her to him warmly.
"I told you first class, and I mean it. You'll have some amazing customers too, I happen to know."
"I don't doubt it," replied Linda, arching an eyebrow and smiling like a cat.
"Let me show you around, then," said Joe leading her off, his arm still around her waist. He opened a door at the end of the room opposite the entrance. Together they walked down a long corridor with rows of doors on either side. "These are the cubicles for private sessions."
"Not much privacy, Fd say," quipped Linda. "They're so small. You must be able to hear everything on both sides."
"Oh, they're sound-proofed somewhat, but experience shows that customers like hearing sex noises from other rooms. It's a turn-on. You haven't seen our special feature yet, though. Through this door, my dear." He pushed open a door at the end of the corridor. They stepped down into another round room. This one, however had its walls and floor covered in a padded vinyl. Vinyl and imitation fur cushions were strewn about and from the ceiling hung down chains, a swing, a contraption suspended from the ceiling which resembled the neck and wrist stocks the old Puritans would clamp miscreants into, and a kind of stirrup-table also suspended from the ceiling and able to swing back and forth. This latter machine excited Linda immediately. She could picture herself lying in it, thighs spread and a hot male swinging her back and forth and jabbing a hot prick in and out of her cunt at each forward swing.
"Well," exclaimed Linda with a sharp intake of breath. "You haven't missed a trick."
"I hope we don't!" chuckled Joe, "but that's where your management talents come in."
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"I don't think I'll have a hard time selling this place. Nobody around here has ever seen anything like it."
"Oh, and there's one last little surprise." There was a nearly invisible rear door in the padded wall which Joe opened. They stepped into a circular corridor ringing the room divided into booths ringing the outer side of the orgy room wall. Each booth had a stool and a one way mirror.
"My God, you can see everything in there from these booths. There wasn't a trace of these windows inside."
"Exactly," pronounced Joe proudly. Joe suddenly looked at his watch. "It's almost time. I've arranged a little gala opening party for some of the best customers from my other establishments."
"You mean an orgy?" Linda's eyes widened. She had never seen, let alone participated in an orgy. It summoned up a slightly ludicrous image of Romans and banquet tables and clusters of grapes. Joe motioned for her to sit down on a stool in one of the booths. As he brought in another one for himself she peered through the one-way glass. The lighting had seemed soft, even murky, when she had stood in that round padded room. But through the glass everything was well-lit, sharp and clear. The stage was set. Her imagination became steadily more excited as she realized how well she would see what was going on.
As Joe sat down beside her, resting a burly hand on her knee, the entrance door opened. Six of the girls who had been lounging around behind the reception door marched in stark naked. Some had large pointed breasts which jiggled as they padded across the room and slipped down onto the floor, propping themselves up seductively facing the door on the array of different pillows. One girl got into the stirrup swing. Another girl helped a small breasted, voluptuous assed girl into the stocks.
Linda felt a strange tingle of excitement. She had never witnessed anything so perverse. Her mouth was dry with anticipation. Gradually Joe moved his hands up her dress and rubbed the silken fabric of her panties, exciting her clitoris. His other hand, his arm around her shoulders, found its place on her left breast and began stroking toward her stiffening nipple.
Suddenly the door opened again. Six men of various shapes and sizes entered, each as naked as the girls. At their first sight of the display of female flesh, their pricks jerked, stiffened, and rose up straight until each of the men had a large, urgent erection sticking out in front of him. With a sudden rush they fell on the women and began pawing and manipulating them. Linda's hand seized Joe's crotch. Her cheeks flushed. Her pussy gushed.
Joe pushed a button set in the wall below the glass screen. The booth filled with sex noises: gasps, suck sounds, grunts of fucking, short cries of pain and pleasure.
As Linda watched with increasing excitement as the hunkiest, most muscular man grabbed hold of the girl in the stirrup swing and began fucking her wide-open cunt, Joe slipped down between her legs, pushed up her dress, pulled down her panties and stuck his long thick tongue up her slippery twat.
A cry of surprise and pleasure broke from her velvety lips. Her fingers tangled in Joe's hair and pressed his mouth down harder on her swollen, lusty cunt lips. A brutal looking middle-aged man grabbed hold of the rump of the girl in the stocks and rammed his monstrous fat prick up the poor girl's rectum. Linda heard a short scream which abruptly turned into a moan of pleasure.
The rest of the men and women were rolling around on the floor, sucking cocks, asses, cunts and tits with crazed urgency. Linda soaked it all up with growing abandon, her tongue licking her lips, her fingers urging Joe's mouth to greater action up her pussy.
"Joe," Linda exclaimed suddenly, "look!" The entry door had opened and a tall, skinny man stood on the top step, naked and bug-eyed. "A late guest."
Joe lapped his way out of her cunt and sat up and looked through the glass, his chin shining wet.
"Shit, that creep shouldn't be in there. I told the girls ..."
With a start, Linda recognized the man. It was Sue's husband, Bill.
"Oh, my God," exclaimed Linda. "It's my best friend's husband!"
Joe started to laugh. "Are you kidding me, or what?"
"No, really. I can't believe my eyes."
"Well, then why don't you go in there and fuck him," Joe suggested with another laugh. The idea flashed through Linda like lightening. She was intrigued, titillated. She had made love to Sue; why not to her husband Bill?
"I'd never want him to recognize me . . ." she said hesitantly as she watched Bill staring at the orgy taking place before his eyes, his prick rising up like a flagpole, slender and very long. No one in the room seemed to notice him. "Sue's my best friend," muttered Linda as an after thought.
"But you'd like to huh?" cajoled Joe. "It
can be arranged. I mean a disguise." Joe
scrambled to his feet and disappeared, only
to return almost immediately with a black
leather mask. Without asking, he fitted it over her head. It covered the bridge of her nose and around her eyes. "Nobody'd recognize you with this on, unless they knew your body," he added with relish.
Linda blushed for a second, then began grinning. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," stated Joe succinctly. "You've got nothing to lose, believe me."
Linda couldn't believe she had this sudden well of perversity in her. But in a way it seemed only right that if she had had sex with Sue, her husband was fair game. She stared at his bobbing, swollen prick across the room. After all, she thought, he'd only get to watch and maybe jerk off at this rate. It was her job as manager to make sure this customer had a good time. She said as much to Joe. He laughed.
"Go to it, baby," he urged. "Let me help you off with your things. Both of them stood up in the booth as Joe stripped her dress off her, undid her bra, pausing to suck at each excited red nipple, then slipped her panties down her creamy thighs. "Let me get you ready," he added hoarsely.
In seconds he was on his knees, licking and slobbering over her clit and the rich folds of her labia, then protruding his tongue up her vagina, fucking her with it.
Linda found herself deliriously pinching at her own nipples while Joe vigorously ate her twat. The beginning rush of orgasm commenced before she had enough sense to pull away, catching her breath.
Joe hurriedly staggered to his feet, blond pussy hairs stuck to his slick chin, and led her to the door. He opened it and gave her a gentle push, shutting the door abruptly behind her.
There she stood stark naked except for her mask. Bill had been stroking his long pole in one hand as she entered. When he saw Linda, his hand dropped to his side leaving his prick to wave in the air.
Linda marched forward with a grin growing on her face. She was terribly excited and wasn't quite sure why. But the mask was partly responsible. She could be anything she wanted with that mask on.
Inches from the startled, excited man, she fell to her knees and sucked his long prick down her throat. Bill groaned suddenly with lust. He grabbed her by the head and began fucking her soft, expertly sucking mouth. His balls were already up tight to his shaft. Juice streamed out of his prick as he fucked Linda's throat. She knew he was ready to shoot his load any second, and this was not quite what she had in mind.
Linda pulled Bill's hands off her head and let his long dick slip out of her mouth, get-
ting to her feet. As she turned around and led him across the room, the man fucking the girl in the stirrup swing let out a bellow and buckled over her, his butt shuddering and vibrating his cum-spurting cock deep into her bowels.
It couldn't have been timed more perfectly. Linda strode to the stirrup swing, leading Bill along after her, the tip of his prick drooling ball juice onto the vinyl padded floor. She gripped the burly muscular man by the waist. Startled, he pulled out of the girl. Linda gasped appreciatively at his thick, veiny dick. She ran her small hand the length and breadth of it, then licked the juices dripping from it off her hand. The salty sweet taste excited her to fever pitch. The man smiled at her and stroked her extended nipples.
"Get up," Linda ordered the girl in a low growl. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Bill's forehead forrow suddenly. Shit, she thought, he'd recognized her voice. But the girl got up quickly, leaving the stirrup swing free for Linda to slip onto. Lying back and spreading her thighs, Linda pulled Bill to her. Her cunt gaped at him. His eyes grew glazed and horny. Linda leaned forward a bit so she could grab Bill by the waist. With a yank, she pulled his prick deep into her twat. Bill gasped, then began swinging Linda forth and back, fucking her pussy with abandon.
Linda reached down and clutched his balls everytime they slapped against her slippery labia. Both of them were at a fever pitch as the swing guided cock and cunt together.
Suddenly Linda felt Bill's dick bolt to her pussy, shudder, then shoot, splattering cum up her twat, then all over her pussy lips, clit and groin, as the swing pulled her off him for a second. When his spurting prick plunged back into her twat, she held it there by clutching his butt.
The heat waves rushing through her body peaked. His rod thrashed and shot inside her vagina.
"Ah . . . eeh," she half hissed, half cried, as the shudder of orgasm swept through her body from deep inside her cunt. Her vagina contracted in spasms, jerking at the turgid prick buried up it. Linda gasped and caught her breath. Her coming rushed through her like a flood, rendering her helpless and bucking with lust on the stirrup swing, her fingers embedded in Bill's ass.
Bill yanked at her tits, then bent down and sucked first one nipple then the other as the last shudders of Linda's orgasm abated.
Bill's hand went suddenly to her leather mask and pushed it up into her hair.
"Linda!" he gasped, his cock still stuck up her twat. The whole orgy room answered
him in its fashion with furious grunts and cries of orgasm.
Joe in his booth, his thick dick in his fist, gasped himself, and shot a hot white load against the wall in front of him.
Chapter Seven
Linda stood over the sink, washing her lone dinner plate after a quick supper. She was still a bit shaken by Bill's discovery.
At first he had turned as white as a sheet. Then a crazy laugh broke from him. It was contagious. Every one in the orgy room had already come and they joined in. Joe had rushed in with three bottles of cold, uncorked champagne in his arms and passed them around. Pandemonium had broken loose as they took turns pouring the bubbly froth of wine into each other's mouth. In no time everyone was half sloshed, including Linda and Bill.
As the party ended, Bill said to Linda simply: "You won't tell Sue, will you?"
"Not if you don't," she'd agreed with a grin.
And that had been that. Bill had disappeared in a flash to wherever his clothes were. All the orgy participants had left the room except Joe and Linda.
"Now it's my time to christen this place," he'd said, grabbing hold of Linda's curvaceous ass. In seconds he was out of his clothes, his cock stiff and plunging in and out of her cunt.
It had been some day, Linda thought now with amazement. Who would have thought ... only a few weeks before.
She dried the plate, stacked it in the cabinet, took off her apron and strolled into the living room. Without much thought she flipped on the TV. Her mind flashed to Hal.
What would she do about him? Her life was becoming unbelievably complex even if it was a powerhouse of excitement. She was afraid he was the kind of boy-man-who took love-making very seriously. She approved of that, but in this case it could prove dangerous. If Herb found out that his own kid brother had made it with her, there was no telling what his reaction would be. Herb had a violent streak in him. She knew that because that was how he had won football games. Since they had been married, she supposed he'd kept it for the marketplace, undercutting the competition, grabbing orders, making money.
But if business was as bad as he claimed, news about Hal and her could possibly make him flip out. Things like this had happened before.
Well, there was only one thing to do about it, and that was nip this romance in the bud. If Hal called or came by again, Linda had to put an end to it all immediately.
Pleased at herself for taking a tough stand, she turned her attention to the TV set. The sitcom drew her attention. And when the first laugh came, she laughed with it, suspending her usual critical eye for this kind of nutty programming.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Oh, no. Hal," she muttered out loud. Reluctantly she went to the door as the bell rang again. She flipped on the front porch light and opened the door. There was no one there.
The doorbell rang again. It was out back. She ran to the kitchen to answer. She was surprised since no one who used the back entrance ever rang the bell. She remembered to put on the light and latch the chain on the door before opening it.
"It's me, Linda," whispered a male voice. Linda peered out.
"Bill!" she exclaimed with surprise and relief. She unchained the door and let him in.
There, perspiring on a cool night, was Sue's husband. He blinked nervously. Linda leaned back against the door and watched him silently, waiting for him to say something.
"I just had to come over," he blurted out finally, his voice wrenched from vise-tight vocal chords. He licked his lower lip with a flick of the tongue and grinned sheepishly.
"So I see," replied Linda coolly, tossing her long blond hair. Bill backed off toward the kitchen table and, finding it behind him, sat down on the edge.
"I guess I want you to know that sex . . . with you . . . well, I never . . . It was incredible, just unbelievable, and . . ." He wiped the beads of sweat off his lip on the back of his hand. His crotch suddenly appeared to have a pipe stuck in it.
Linda was surprised to note that there was a sadist in her that was delighting in Bill's discomfort, horniness, and embarrassment.
"Really?" she said with up-flexed eyebrows. "But what about Sue and the kids?" Bill turned beet red.
"That's not fair, Linda. Jesus, what about Herb? Does he know you're working in a place like that."
"Frankly, no. I doubt if he'd care," she added, though she knew he would.
"Oh, let's stop this," he pleaded. "I'm not trying to wreck your marriage or mine. But I can't see why..."
"Why what?" she asked coyly.
"You know what, Linda. I want you. I want your body. Now, even. Right now on this goddamn kitchen table. Linda, please . . ." He held his arm out toward her. His prick prodded at his pant leg like a tent pole.
Linda hesitated. It was hard for her to resist a man with a raging hard-on, literally salivating for her body. But she didn't want this to become a habit. She was so afraid of how Sue would react if she ever found out.
She felt his eyes eating up every curve of her hips, particularly savoring the full jut of her tits. She felt a melting heat rising between her thighs. Watching him still, she twitched her legs together slightly, and felt a bolt of pleasure shoot up through her in response.
"This ean't become a habit, Bill," she said slowly, straightening up from her leaning position against the door, and taking a step toward him.
"I know ... I know," he whispered hoarsely. His prick jerked visibly in his pants. Linda took a few more steps toward him. The cock jerked and expanded again.
Bill jumped away from the table and swept Linda into his arms. Hungrily, urgently, his mouth raced over her face, kissing, his nose breathing deeply the warm odor of her flesh, his fingers running through her long hair. Reaching her mouth, his lips devoured it, the petallike texture of her lips driving him wild, his tongue shooting deep into the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue.
"Linda, ooh . . . let's do it right here . . . right on the table," he panted, spinning her around so that she was backed up against the table. He pushed up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and fell to his knees. His hot mouth and tongue licked and lapped and drenched her cunt lips and clit with spittle. Then his tongue churned deep into her twat.
Linda gasped with pleasure as the prodding tongue slashed and vibrated against the walls of her vagina. Waves of pleasure shot through her. Her cunt muscles contracted in spasms. His nose and upper lip-rubbed her stiffened clit. She spread her thighs wider with a groan and began pulling at her nipples.
Bill's nimble, eager tongue fucked and licked deep into her twat as he pulled his elongated prick out of his trousers and began stroking it. Suddenly he staggered to his feet and plummeted the stiff shaft deep up her cunt. A sharp cry burst from Linda's lips as she felt her pussy being invaded by the turgid pole. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and began fingering his big balls while he fucked in and out of her cunt like a demon.
Her blouse was already open. Now Bill pulled her large firm tits out of her bra and bent down to lick and suck all over first one, then the other, while never missing a stroke.
As Bill licked up her neck from her nut-hard nipple and plunged his tongue into her mouth, there was a knock on the kitchen door.
"Oh, Jesus," gasped Bill. Before he could do anything Sue walked in.
"Oh, my God ... oh, my God . . ." gasped Sue, her hands fluttering in the air, then trembling on her breasts.
Bill pulled his dick out of Linda's pussy and stood stupidly holding it in his hand, his face white as a ghost.
"Sue, I... I..." he stammered.
Linda sat up with a start. For a split second she thought she might faint, then she got a hold of herself.
"Sue!" she exclaimed. Then seeing her girl friend's spastic, staring eyes, as well as Bill's almost translucent face, she burst into laughter. It was partly hysterical release, partly honest humor at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Linda!" gasped Sue, "are you freaking out?"
"Me?" laughed Linda, catching her breath. "Me freak out? You should see the faces on the two of you."
"Well, good God, after all, Linda ..." replied Sue heatedly.
"Good God what?" stated Linda calmly. "It seems I'm going to have to put all the cards on the table."
"Oh no, Linda no, you wouldn't!" gasped Sue. Then, obviously thinking fast, her face lit up in a flash. "It's simple. Let's just all continue."
Bill went bug-eyed, his limp prick in his hand.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered.
"Oh, heavens, Bill, nothing that drastic," quipped Linda, flashing a look of argent admiration at Sue's quick thinking and steady nerves. "I think it sounds great. Let's adjourn to the bedroom where we can all be more comfortable."
"How about a drink first?" suggested Sue, obviously in need of one, now that she'd made it over the hump, as it were.
"Great idea," said Linda, kicking her panties off her ankles and jumping off the table, her tits still sticking out of her bra. Realizing her disarray, she simply removed her bra and shed her blouse and skirt. Linda sauntered out of the kitchen stark naked, her sexy rump grinding from side to side as she led them into the living room.
At the bar she turned.
"Oh, this is silly. Take off your things, hoth of you. You make me feel like I'm on stage." Both complied, though with a furtive look at each other first. Side by side Bill and Sue plopped down onto the sofa.
Bill made the first move. His hand reached over and rested on Sue's thigh. She smiled back at him coyly, as if they were newly-weds. She reached over and touched his prick, which was stiffening up again after the shock in the kitchen. In seconds they were kissing and caressing each other as Linda brought over three stiff bourbons and an ice-bucket on a tray. She set it down on the coffee table before them, took her glass and plopped two ice cubes into it and stirred the drink with her index finger.
"Drink up, love birds," said Linda, "and let me in the middle." Husband and wife moved apart on the sofa, leaving a spot where Linda could sit right down, which she did, as they put ice in their drinks and sat back. "Humm, this is cozy," added Linda, putting one hand on Bill's lanky thigh and one on Sue's round knee. Bill's dick snapped to attention. He took a deep sip of his drink. Sue also took a sip of hers, then set it back down on the coffee table, and snuggled up to Linda,
Linda put her small hand on Bill's long dick and began stroking its full length gently, teasing it with her touch so that it reared and jumped. In turn he reached down into Linda's crotch and began rubbing his finger over her moist clit and labia.
With her other hand Linda stroked between Sue's legs, over her firm belly, then back down to her brunette tangle and stroked her already stiff clit. A little cry of lust escaped from Sue's tender throat. Her lips hungrily nibbled over Linda's shoulder and down onto he,r ample breasts until they held the nib of her nipple and began working on the fleshy nut with teeth and tongue.
Beginning gently all three soon grew wild with the excitement of a threesome. Linda held Sue's head in her two hands and began kissing her small tender mouth passionately, tonguing deep into its hot, moist recesses. Bill, his prick abandoned, gobbled his way down into Linda's crotch, spreading her thighs wide so that he could begin eating her cunt. His dick jerked free in the air until he grabbed hold of it and began stroking it.
Sue moved away from Linda's mouth and, slipping onto her side, joined her husband in eating Linda's clit and pussy lips and licking the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Linda slid down the back of the sofa, spreading Sue's legs and plunging her hungry mouth into the woman's crotch.
With abandon, they luxuriated in each other's body. Sue's and Bill's lips met as they mutually ate Linda's cunt, taking turns plunging their tongues into her vagina. Linda's cunt gushed and began contracting with excitement. Sue and Bill licked up the juices and tongued into each other's mouth over Linda's erect clit.
Linda plowed her tongue now into Sue's pussy, churning it around, sucking her lips down on the thick labia, her lower lip rubbing and smacking at Sue's clit, which was becoming amazingly long and fingerlike.
Sue and Bill continued kissing passionately as Linda drew away from Sue's cunt and reached across to the coffee table for her drink. She took a sip, watching the two of them kissing, oblivious of her.
She began to have second thoughts. Maybe she should leave the two of them alone and go no further with this kinky little sex escapade. But just as she had decided to bow out, they stopped kissing each other and looked up at her, grinning. Then each of them took one of Linda's full-blown tits and began sucking hungrily all over it, finally going down on her red nipples, eating, chew^ ing, gnawing and tugging on the stiff nuts of flesh. Linda gasped with pleasure, grew so crazed with it that she began fingering her own twat, plunging two fingers deep up her.
With a smack, Bill, then Sue finished exciting Linda's tits, coming up for air, as it were.
"Take a nice cold sip of your drink and do
that some more," suggested Linda in a low, seductive voice. Obediently and with smiles, both of them did as she asked.
When their mouths came back down on her already aroused tits, the cold tingle of their tongues and teeth shot shivers over her breasts and throughout her body.
Still cool, they turned their horny mouths back to Linda's crotch. The cool tingle of their tongues and lips excited her so much that she grabbed hold of both their heads and pushed them down on her cunt.
"I have an idea . . ." Linda finally said, hoarse with lust. She lay back flat on the sofa, steering Sue's cunt down over her mouth. Bill didn't need any directions. He threw Linda's legs over his shoulders and jammed his prick deep into her twat. Linda moaned loudly, reached up and pulled Sue's muff down on her face and inserted her tongue into the folds of her pussy. Sue let out a yelp and ground her groin down on Linda's hungry mouth, then brushed it back and forth, loosening and exciting the folds of her labia. Linda's tongue pushed inside Sue's vagina and skimmed and churned about her cunt walls, licking out the juices that were beginning to gush from deep inside her.
Bill continued fucking with abandon. He
leaned forward so that he could fuck Linda's
cunt and kiss and tongue into Sue's mouth at
the same time. Sue moaned with pleasure
over and over, sticking on her husband's nervous tongue, and grinding her cunt lips over Linda's mouth and chin while Linda's tongue churned and licked inside her.
She was the first to come. With a sharp cry she peaked, gushing pussy juice over Linda's gulping, sucking mouth. Wild with the excitement of eating Sue's twat and having Bill's long prick ramming in and out of her slippery cunt, Linda was next to come, bucking her crotch up against Bill's balls and groin.
Bill fucked faster and harder as he watched both women writhing in orgasm. Wordlessly he reached a crazed, fast-fucking pitch, and shot a load, splattering it deep into Linda's cunt, his long rod flexing in spasms, until he shot another load and then another. Bill had never shot off so many times. As the last spurt shot out of his fuck-pole, he collapsed, exhausted, on top of Linda and sucked her tit into his mouth.
They lay all together in a warm heap of flesh and bone, enjoying each other's close animal warmth, then gradually, one by one, sat up and began finishing their drinks.
Linda got up and went into the kitchen to collect her clothes. Suddenly the doorbell rang. She peered out the back. No one. This time it was the front, and she bet she knew who it was.
She rushed into the living room. Sue and Bill were scrambling into their clothes. Silently she pointed toward the kitchen. Sue started to say something, then stopped.
The doorbell rang again, and then again. Sue and Bill had to leave, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why it had taken so long to answer the bell. Thinking quickly, Linda ran upstairs and, rather than dressing, got into a frilly negligee.
When she got back downstairs, Bill and Sue were gone. She opened the front door.
It was Hal.
Chapter Eight
"I hope I didn't get you out of bed or anything," apologized Hal as he stood sheepishly in the entry hall. "I just had to see you..."
"No, not really. I was just reading in bed," lied Linda with a slight qualm of conscience. "Come on in and sit down. You look like you could use a drink."
"Thanks, Linda," said Hal, eagerly moving into the living room and plopping down on the sofa.
Linda wondered whether it was still warm from the hot threesome. Then her eyes caught the three glasses partially filled with bourbon.
"Entertaining?" asked Hal matter-of-f actly.
Linda caught her breath, then realized swiftly that there was no reason to panic. It was all perfectly natural.
"Sorry I'm so sloppy. The people next door stopped in for a drink. I just suddenly felt tired and decided to head upstairs and clean up afterward."
Hal nodded. "Not that it matters," he added. "It's just that ever since last night, I've just had you constantly on my mind. I wish I were with you every minute. That brother of mine must be a real dumb-ass shit."
"Hal!" exclaimed Linda. Then she laughed and brought him his scotch and sat down on the sofa with him.
"Well," he said, taking a sip of his drink, "it's true, damn it. And I've been thinking..."
"I wouldn't do too much of that in this case," quipped Linda light-heartedly. Hal blushed like a kid.
"I suppose you're right," he said solemnly. "It's none of my business."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," she replied without thinking.
Hal's face lit up with pleasure.
"Then you do care about me and . .." he blurted out.
"Of course I care about you..."
"Then don't.. ." he said, instantly grabbing her by the arms and kissing her long and deeply on the mouth. "Don't say anything. Just feel."
A mental alarm went off in Linda's head. Kid brother Hal was serious, much too serious. For the first time, Linda began to have second thoughts about the whole new course of her life What waa she risking? Maybe Herb was just tied up in business worries. Maybe it was all true. And what was she doing about it? Cheating on him, seducing her own brother-in-law, screwing up innocent people's lives like Sue's and Bill's.
Hal began kissing her cheeks and mouth and neck, his large hands stroking over her full breasts. His passion rode rough-shod over any doubts she had. She found herself passive before it, succumbing to his desire for her body and, what was more disturbing, her self.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he exposed her tits and lapped and licked all over them like a hungry puppy-dog. Finally he sucked down on the prize, the stiff, fleshy nib of her nipple. He moaned as he luxuriated in the heat of her breast, caressing her flat belly and moving down between her rich, creamy thighs.
"Hal . . . Hal?" repeated Linda softly. "Hal, this has got to stop. I . . ." He bit gently on her nipple, tugging at it, while he rubbed his index finger against her moistening labia. "No, Hal, I can't let this go on!" Hal buried his face between her breasts and continued titillating her pussy. "Stop it!" she said firmly.
Hal stopped and drew back.
"What's wrong, Linda?" he pleaded. "Don't you like me?"
"Oh, damn it, of course I like you..."
"Maybe love me? I love you, Linda. I'm in love with you. There's nothing I can do about it. You can't argue. I love you," he blurted out.
"Oh, no, no. It's all wrong Don't you worry about what your brother would feel if he knew..."
"That bastard can go to hell the way he's been treating you!" he blasted, his face flushed.
"Well, I think maybe it's more complicated than that," said Linda, trying to deal with the situation clamly. "He is my husband."
Hal looked startled, as if he'd never heard this obvious truth. Then his face changed. His mouth became resolute, his eyes serious.
"Then divorce him. I'll marry you. Will you marry me, Linda? Of course I can't give you all this," he said gesturing at the room, the house as a whole, "not immediately. But you should at least get the house from him and..."
"Good God, wait a minute," interrupted Linda. "Just hold on!" She almost wanted to laugh. It was all so ridiculous ... so confusing.
"I mean it, Linda," he stated firmly as if reading her thoughts.
"Well, I don't see how I can..."
"Just kiss me. Make love to me/' replied Hal melodramatically. He hugged her to him in his strong arms and began torridly kissing all over her face and neck.
"But I . . ." Hal drowned out her words by crushing his eager lips to her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, flicking hungrily, searching for her tongue and finding it.
The strength of his young passion overwhelmed her. His hands caressed and stroked all over her body as he kissed her like a starving man. In seconds he had pushed her down on the couch. She could feel his prick hard against her thigh.
Oh, what's the use, was her last coherent thought, before giving in to his fervid love-making.
Hal's mouth and hands devoured Linda's breasts, then moved down her taut belly, deep into her bush, plunging into her cunt, eating down further between the luscious melons of her ass, into her asshole, then up and down her legs and back to her tits and throat and mouth. Stripped naked in minutes, lying on the couch, she let his lust run rampant over her body, his mouth, tongue and hands worshiping her.
As Hal writhed all over her she made an attempt to pull his shirt and pants and shorts off him, but it was not very successful. He was too restless, too intent on her, too excited.
Linda decided to turn the tables for a second. She managed to get his shirt unbuttoned. Running her hands over his broad, hairy chest, her fingers found his nipples. Gently and then more forcefully she began to pinch and pull at them. Hal groaned and buried his mouth in her twat. This gave Linda a chance to sit up on the couch. She buried her fingers now in his thick head of hair and pulled his face down hard on her cunt. Her groin bucked and rubbed against his hungry mouth. Her clit brushed against his nose and cheeks.
Gradually Hal sank onto his knees in front of the couch as he continued eating her cunt. In this position she got his shirt off him. Her hands ran lightly over the knotted muscles of his shoulders and the ridged muscles of his vee-tapered back. Although his body was hard and thick muscled, his skin was almost baby-soft, much like her husband Herb's. Seeing his head bob between her thighs and feeling his shoulders and back aroused her suddenly and unmistakably. Hal began to gurgle and slurp as the juices rose in her twat
Linda reached down and began unbuckling his belt.
"Get up on your feet," she commanded hoarsely. Looking a bit dazed, Hal pulled his face out from between her thighs. His mouth and chin were dripping pussy juice. "Come on, stand up, baby, so I can get your pants down," she added in a tender whisper.
As he straightened up in front of her the bulge of his crotch swelled inches from her lips. Linda finished unbuckling, while rubbing a hand from time to time over his belly, the set of ridged, corrugated muscle there. As she pulled his pants down his lean hips, she licked over his belly and into and around his navel. Suddenly his shorts pulled over his prick, sending it slapping back, hard and stiff, against his abdomen. With an animal grunt, Linda's mouth lunged for the massive dick. She licked up and down its sinewy underside. Then her tender lips enclosed the fat, bulbous head and sucked. Juices seeped into her mouth and trickled down her throat as she played with his large balls.
Hal spread his thighs a bit and, with a low moan, rammed the length of his prick down her soft, hot throat. Linda gulped it up greedily. Her small hands stroked his hairy thighs, then reached behind and grabbed hold of his butt.
He pinched and pulled at her full, jutting tits, while Linda sucked and slurped his long, thick prick in and out of her mouth. The bigger the cock, the better, as far as Linda was concerned Without much coaxing she had become a hungry cocksucker. Hal's rich male odor drove her wild. Each time his shaft thrust all the way down her throat, she would lick at his balls, pulled up tight to his straining dick.
Finally Linda sucked his ramming prick out of her mouth and, by the butt, forced him down on his knees. Her pussy gushed to feel that massive hot dick of his fucking deep into her twat. She wrapped her legs up around his shoulders and guided the pulsing shaft to her cunt lips. With a low moan, she rubbed its bulbous head against her stiff clit and between her juicy labia,
Hal immediately took over, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust his prick up her cunt. Linda gasped as the length and thickness of it filled her and buried itself up to the hilt. His balls lay on her cunt lips.
As Hal began fucking her slowly, but deeply, so that she could feel each veiny, hard inch plunged into her, she clutched his balls with her fingers, pulling at them as he fucked.
Hal's eyes drank in her body. They were glazed over with lust, especially as his fucking began to accelerate and become more brutal. Linda sighed and let go of his big balls for a second while she guided his mouth down to her excited tits. When her right nipple was safely being sucked and pinched by his teeth and lips, her small hands went back to tugging on his balls.
Fucking her faster and harder, Hal began to sweat. His thick neck grew red. The hairs on his chest became wet and plastered down to his skin. His sweat splattered on her belly.
Linda tightened, then relaxed her cunt on the plunging cock. Ripples of pleasure shot through her body. She gave herself over totally to this young stud's fucking, forgetting everything but the fiery thrust of his hard, veiny prick up into her.
Hal panted and sucked crazily at her stiff nipples, gripping her slender waist, then her full hips, in both large hands, so he could slam his hot shaft up her twat. Slurping and sucking noises grew quicker and louder from the fierce copulation, their sex organs ramming and slapping together.
Each fuck from Hal made a grunt come from Linda's throat so that her low howls built up to a fever-pitched rhythm. From a low tone at the start, her short cries became higher and more shrill. Her cunt contracted and loosened in quicker and deeper spasms so that her whole body shuddered. A light sweat of her own rose on her soft, pale skin.
"Linda, Linda . . ." panted Hal as he plunged his straining prick in and out of her smacking cunt. His whole young, muscular body strained in tune with his fucking cock. She felt his balls tighten. The sinews of his prick root seemed to harden and separate and lengthen. At any second his cum would erupt from his balls, shooting and splattering deep into her.
"Come on, Hal, keep fucking ... oh, Hal," murmured and moaned Linda in response. His whole body being on the verge of coming excited her to fever pitch. Short, fast cries were wrenched out of her throat at each deep stroke of his prick. "Hal, Hal, Hal ... oh, Fm coming , . . Hal kiss me, fuck me, Hal ..." she gasped and cried out. Her cunt became as deep and sensitive as her throat. He pulled his sucking mouth off her nipples and hungrily kissed her moist mouth, plunging his tongue into the hot cavity, as she felt the bulbous head of his cock seem to expand, then explode deep inside her.
Her whole body rushed to an intense peak as the first load of Hal's cum shot deep into her, splattering against the hot walls of her cunt. Her mouth opened to his hot deep kissing. Under her hand she felt the spasms of his prick, the jerking of his big balls, as he shot load after load into her. The final peaking wave of her orgasm suddenly crashed through her, making her shudder from head to toe, catching her by surprise with its violent intensity. Her whole body seemed to split open and engulf Hal's.
For a minute she thought she would never stop coming. Her orgasm ripped through her in spasm after spasm like a hurricane. Hal had already collapsed in exhaustion on top of her as the waves continued rushing through her. She grabbed hold of his broad back and rode the ecstatic pleasure of it. Tenderly he licked and kissed her straining neck, until finally the tension of her orgasm subsided.
"Oh, Hal," she moaned softly, stroking her hands up and down his back. He snuggled his nose between her breasts, panting and then licking at the rich, tender flesh. His prick was still stiff and hard and deeply planted up her twat. She contracted her pussy on the thick shaft with a sigh. "Umm, you feel good inside me," she murmured, kissing the side of his neck.
They lay there motionless for minutes at a time, enveloped in the exhausted peace of the moment, their bodies entwined. Tears came to Linda's eyes. She couldn't help it. Her feelings became too strong for her.
"Oh, Linda, what's wrong?" whispered Hal in surprise. He nuzzled her cheek as he felt her body sob underneath him.
"Oh, nothing . . . just female emotion. You're just such a powerful lover," she whispered back as she regained control of herself.
Actually she wasn't quite sure of why she was reacting this way. Perhaps it was the emotion young Hal put into his love-making. He was in love with her. She could tell that and feel that with every movement he made. It shocked her out of her white-hot lust for sex, making her realize that it wasn't Just sex she was missing from Herb.
"Oh, no..." she moaned slowly, her head tossing from side to side.
"It doesn't matter," comforted Hal as he snuggled up closer to her. "When we're married it will all be worked out and be beautiful. I'll never leave you alone for a minute."
Hal's words shocked Linda back to reality.
She felt a sudden urge to laugh hysterically. As much as she liked Hal and was excited by him, she couldn't picture the two of them married. There would be something ludicrous in marrying her brother-in-law. There was so much of Herb in him anyway. And it was the Herb in him, she understood all at once, that made him a special lover.
"Oh, no, Hal. Stop. I don't want to get married. I already am married."
"But not to me," he said firmly. "It's all settled. You've got to divorce my brother. It's stupid to go on living with him."
Linda panicked for a second. How was she
going to get out of this? The way he felt, Hal
was sure to make a scene, bring it all out in
the open in front of Herb. She didn't want
that. Somewhere deep in her gut she felt and knew that she would get Herb back. It wasn't all over.
In a flash, she thought of the solution.
"Hal, you're a baby. I don't want sex and men, not just one man," she stated with a certain limited honesty. "Do you know what my new job is? It's fabulous. Just what I want. I get to fuck with as many men as turn me on. I'm running this fantastic massage parlor downtown. A real first-class establishment." And she added, as he pulled away from her and stared at her in disbelief, "You should come by some time. I'll even get you a discount rate. Ever made it in an orgy?"
"Linda, shut up. You're lying," he said crazily, jumping to his feet. As she watched the body of this marvelous, young animal shiver with rage and shock, she felt a sudden, sharp remorse. If Hal believed her, she'd never get to make love with him again. She'd never get to savor that hot, muscular lust of his.
But she had no choice.
"Oh, Hal, don't be a baby. Of course it's true. I wouldn't make up anything like that. I'll give you the address."
With that she saw anger flash through him, then disgust. He believed her. It was all over.
Chapter Nine
His cock pushed urgently at her lips as he stood before her with the thick, urgently pulsing rod jumping out of his crotch. His bulky shoulder pads were still in place. His football helmet lay forgotten on the locker room floor. The pants were unlaced and stripped halfway down his big muscled thighs. His fingers caressed the back of her neck, gently lifting the torrent of long blond hair. She half shut her eyes, tilted her face upward, moistened her soft, delicately chiseled lips and spread them around the bulbous, red prick head, while licking up the droplet of juice that bubbled out of the slit. Suddenly she threw her arms around Herb's hard butt and swallowed the pendulous, thick shaft deep down her throat.... The alarm went off. Linda groaned and opened her eyes reluctantly. She could almost taste the lusty juices and odor of Herb's cock and balls. As she stretched naked under the sheets, she felt her whole body to be very sensitive and aroused. The subtle scraping of her nipples against the sheet made her shiver delieiously. Her fingers crept between her thighs as she recalled the urgent sexuality of her dream, her worship of her husband Herb's prick, the feeling of pleasure and completion as she devoured his cock.
Linda sighed and threw the covers off her. There was no Herb in bed beside her with a raging hard-on, or in any other capacity for that matter. She might as well be a widow. It was as if he were trying to avoid her.
He Had come home from his week and a half long impromptu business trip more tired and depressed than when he had left. They had gone out to dinner. She had watched him as he talked about business, complained about the government, gone from anger to despair to simple exhaustion. She had had a short-lived thrill of hope as he took her hand at one point in the restaurant. But when they got home, he went straight to bed. Before she could crawl in beside him as tantalizingly sexy and naked as she could be, he was fast asleep and snoring.
As she showered now, Linda's fingers plunged between her thighs, pressing and rubbing as the hot water splattered against her back and rump. If she continued she would easily feel a rush of orgasm catch up her body and make the dream seem to come true. But abruptly she drew her hands back from her pussy and ' began vigorously soaping herself. There was no reason for her to masturbate, especially not today. Today was orgy day at Cloud Nine, the name she had decided on for the massage parlor, a name which would remind the clientele that it was the ninth floor and a place where every fantasy could come true.
Including her own, she hoped.
Most of the businessmen who frequented Cloud Nine were not built as powerfully as Herb. But there were exceptions from time to time, especially since the masked orgies.
Linda had figured that the trick with the leather blindfold was an exciting addition to sex, especially group sex. "When men felt they were anonymous, they were more apt to act out the fantasies that excited them most.
As usual, Linda had figured right. The word had spread like wildfire. Reservations now had to be made in advance for the two orgy days. And on those days she always noted at least one or two men that she wanted to have for herself.
Cloud Nine was a stupendous success.
Joe kept giving her large bonuses so that she finally had to open a special savings ac-
count for it all. There was no way she could spend it without drawing attention to herself. Herb still had no idea she had become a working girl.
Linda toweled lightly over her firm, voluptuous body, as she stepped out of the shower. In the large vanity mirror she caught sight of her big, up-thrust tits with their erect, pointing nipples, the gentle, tapering curve down her flat belly to the rich bush of blond hair at her groin. She continued toweling over the rich inner flesh of her thighs, feeling a quiver of excitement as the terry cloth brushed against her clitoris. Straightening up, she threw her head back, freeing her long blond hair in a torrent down her back, and examined herself in the mirror. What little excess flesh she had accumulated before taking on the Job of running Cloud Nine was gone. It was true that regular, hot and heavy sex was a fabulous exercise plan.
Linda put on the beige knit dress she had worn the day she met Jake (whom she had never gotten around to calling, she noted suddenly, recalling what a sexy hunk he was, and wondering whether she still had the card with his number), and then the mechanic, and then Joe, and a whole new life had begun for her. A little makeup on her eyes, a brush through her blond hair, and she was ready for the day.
Cloud Nine was buzzing with anticipation as she stepped off the elevator.
"Good morning, Mandy," she said to the receptionist, "what's up?"
"The phone hasn't stopped ringing all morning, that's what, Linda. Some of them are really insistent when I tell them we're booked up."
"Well, if they give you a name and you can match a hunky-looking man to it, make an exception, but don't promise them a mask. Our supply is limited. Otherwise I think we can handle a lot of gorgeous men pretty easily," she added, winking at Mandy.
"Right on. Don't forget me if you find your hands full, Linda. I'd love a chance at some of them," she called after Linda as she went through the door behind her desk.
A few of the girls, including the Oriental in leather harness and boots, sat lounging on the big plush sofas ringing this round room.
"Are all the girls available today?" asked Linda of everyone.
"No one would miss today, Linda," replied the oriental girl with the long black hair and leather, snapping her short whip against her high heel. "This is the day we get our licks in."
"It sure is," piped up a big-breasted redhead.
"Good," said Linda. "Then I expect you and the others to be ready and in the orgy room in an hour. Meantime, relax. Mandy knows enough not to accept any clients for any of you until the orgy is over, but I've told her that she can add a few exceptionally sexy men to the reserved list for today. Til probably be helping out myself."
The oriental girl's eyes flashed with excitement.
"I love to watch you in action, Linda," she said, eyeing the big blond woman before her.
Linda went through the door in back and down the corridor to the orgy room. She stepped inside. Everything was ready. The men would change in the cubicles down the hall-or rather they'd strip down there and put on their masks, and in an hour would step into this very room. Every girl would be posed in her favorite and sexiest position. The men would stampede for the woman they wanted first, and in no time the room would be awash with writhing, fucking, sucking bodies.
She stepped down into the orgy pit and crossed the room to the hidden door in the rear. She was hot for it today, more than usual. Her imagination sent her heart racing as she crossed the room, remembering the incredible sights and sounds she had already witnessed in the room, and often participated in.
In the back, behind the hidden door, a very comfortable office had been set up for her with her own private phone in addition to the business one, and a very spacious deep couch which as yet she had only used for Joe's visits.
Before she could sit down behind her desk the phone rang.
"Linda?" said a male voice at the end of the line. It sounded vaguely familiar.
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Jake, Linda. I hope you remember . . . Joe gave me your private number. I'd been hoping you might want to get in touch with me, but I didn't want to press you, and..."
"Jake!" exclaimed Linda, interrupting him. "You won't believe it, but I was just thinking about you this morning. How have you been?"
"Oh,I can't complain ... except about not hearing from you. Ah . . . hem ... is there any possibility you could squeeze me in during your famous orgy?"
Linda laughed. "Well, I owe you a favor, don't I? Of course, come on by. You won't get a mask, but that way I'll be able to recognize you myself, and we can make up for some of that lost time." She heard Jake chuckle at the other end of the line.
"Thanks a million, Linda. I'll see you in an hour or so."
"Don't be too late. We only allow a half hour for stragglers and then that's it."
"Yes, sir. I'll be on time, sir."
"Good boy," replied Linda, "until then..."
As she hung up, Linda's heart was racing. She summed up the hunky attributes of Jake in a flash in her mind's eye. Now that she was more experienced, she wondered whether he would excite her as much as he had the first time in that traffic jam.
What a life, she thought to herself with a sigh, propping her head on her hands, elbows up on the desk. All her feelings of doubt about what she was doing had vanished despite how Hal had reacted. The day after that torrid evening. Sue had rushed over to catch her before she went to work. Linda had feared the worst as she'd opened the kitchen door and let Sue in.
But Sue had been ecstatic It seemed that the minute she and Bill had gotten home, they'd hardly had time to get to their bedroom and lock the door behind them as protection against nosy kids, when Bill had picked her up in his arms, thrown her on the bed and gone crazy over her. Together they had fucked and sucked in every position they could think of until three in the morning, when both had passed out in each other's arms from exhaustion.
"Oh, Linda, it's all because of you. You freed us from all the stupid hang-ups we'd ever had. I never thought Bill could be such a hot lover.* And then she'd given Linda a big, deep, passionate kiss on the mouth.
So, though she still thought and dreamed about Herb from time to time as she had that night, Linda felt very good about herself and life in general. Everything she touched either turned to gold or a hard-on or both.
The hour until orgy time arrived before she knew it. Linda had had one of the booths ringing the orgy room especially set up for her, with a dressing room that was really only a closet where she could hang up her things. Glancing at her watch, she closed the account books, stood up, and headed for that booth.
She had barely had a chance to sit down and look the girls over from her position behind the large one-way hidden screen, when men started coming in and rushing to it. Just about on time Jake stepped in and stood hesitating, maskless, on the stairs. Linda eyed him hungrily. His body naked was even better than she'd imagined in the car. Not seeing her, he held back, his substantial prick only half hard. His hard-muscled body made her mouth dry. She knew that prick would be stiff, long, thick and rock-hard the minute she appeared. As other men came in behind him, Jake stepped down into the pit and began going from couple to threesome and foursome, pulling idly at his dick from time to time. The only time he seemed to get half-way excited was when he was watching the oriental girl make one of the men go through tricks like a pet Chihuahua with little snaps of her leather whip, sometimes on the man's rump, other times against her high black leather boots.
Hurriedly Linda undressed, put on her mask, and in a matter of seconds had slipped into the orgy pit unnoticed. Jake was standing, his prick in his hands watching the oriental girl.
Linda crept up behind him, admiring his hard, athletic ass. Abandoning herself completely to her fantasy, she fell to her knees behind him and took a mouthful of his blond hairy butt. Jake made to whirl around, but Linda grabbed hold of him by his hairy muscular thighs and began licking between the taut cheeks of his rump. Jake lost his balance and tumbled onto the floor. He turned abruptly and caught sight of her for the first time.
"Linda!" he gasped. Before he could say another word, she straddled him as he lay flipped over on his back and crushed her pussy down on his mouth. Just as she had suspected from his interest in the oriental girl and her whip, he submitted with relish, his tongue prodding deep into her twat. She ground her already dripping cunt lips down on his face, reached behind her and grabbed hold of his mammoth pole of a dick. Jake went crazy at her touch. His big hands stroked up and down her slender waist. He grabbed a fistful of her tit in each hand. His prick stiffened even further in her small hand. Locks of his blond hair were matted in sweat against his forehead as he slurped and sucked at her gushing cunt. Linda rode his gobbling mouth, churning and twisting her body, feeling his rough fingers yanking at her nipples.
Abruptly she swung her body around. Her cunt rushed down on his protruding tongue and impaled itself on it. Jake's nose was thrust between her luscious buttocks. He grabbed hold of her hips and moaned with pleasure. Before her now waved and jerked Jake's long, thick prick.
Linda bent forward and with her outstretched tongue licked at the big head of it. The fat cock jumped in response. She tasted the droplet of juice she'd licked off it, then bent down again, licking around the head, making it jerk from her teasing. Her small fingers clenched his big hairy blond balls as her lips parted and sucked the fat cockhead into her warm mouth. Slowly, feeling every hard, veiny inch, she slipped her lips down his prick to the root, burying her nose in his balls. She held it there, deep in her throat, as Jake licked and tongued wildly into her steaming twat The sinewy fat pole jerked and flexed in her throat as she gulped and swallowed on it gently.
Suddenly Linda felt something hard and wet prodding at her exposed up-turned asshole. Before she could turn around and look she felt a hot tongue lick all over it, then poke its way inside. It felt so good with Jake simultaneously eating out her cunt, that she didn't bother taking her mouth on* Jake's tool, but instead started sucking her hot lips up and down the turgid shaft. Then just as suddenly she felt the tongue up her ass being replaced by a fat, juicy prick head. It shoved the full thickness and length of it in one continuous stroke right up her ass until a pair of big balls slapped against the lower part of her labia.
She gasped and sucked Jake's cock deep into her throat. The prick shoved into her ass plugged her fully without a hint of pain, as Jake's tonge thrashed around in her convulsing twat.
The anonymous dick began fucking her ass without a moment's hesitation, poling its fat length in and out in time to her heated cock-sucking. A bolt of pleasure shot through her at each fuck deep into her, quivering in ecstasy with the voracious sucking Jake was giving her pussy.
Already Jake's cock felt ready to explode in her throat as she gulped it down. And, when in a burst of inspiration and lust Jake grabbed hold of her tits by the nipples, Linda started to come. A great breaker of a wave smashed through her, opening her whole body up.
Jake slammed his hairy crotch against her lips, and his prick shot a hot load into her throat. Linda gulped and swallowed and shook with the thunderous heat of her orgasm as she suddenly felt the prick in her ass stretch her asshole, then lunge forward and spurt into her bowels.
With a cock fucking her throat and one impaled up her rump, while Jake's tongue thrashed inside her quivering, gushing cunt, Linda reached her highest peak of orgasm, so feverish and spasm-filled, she could have lost her mind. But slowly the mad rush of blood in her head subsided. The cock up her rump gave one last spurt and then started to soften. She let Jake's prick slip out of her throat and, resting the side of her head on his thigh, watched it jerk forward and spurt out a last load of cum to splash onto her cheek. It trickled into her mouth, and she licked it up.
As she lay there with Jake's tongue still lapping at her pussy, she remembered the prick which had been thrust up her ass. She looked up. Behind them, kneeling on the floor was a big, dark-haired muscular man, with the body of a varsity fullback. One look at his heavy, long cock and she gasped with surprise and recognition.
"Herb!" she blurted out, jumping up and pulling the mask off him. Herb's jaw dropped open.
"What the...?"
"You goddamn bum. "What are you doing here?" yelped Linda, ripping off her own mask. Herb's eyes bugged out of his head as his unbelieving and shocked mind took in the spectacle of Linda, his wife, kneeling in front of him, her thighs straddling another man's head.
"Me? Why you . . . you, whore . . ." he spluttered. "What the fuck are you doing here!"
Suddenly the door to the orgy pit burst open, a burly voice shouted, "Okay, folks, hold it. Police. This is a raid." And the room filled with men in dark blue uniforms while several plainclothesmen ran around snapping photos, flashbulbs popping. The room instantly filled with squeals, shouts, and general pandemonium.
Chapter Ten
"Hold on everybody. Don't panic," yelled Linda. And for some reason the crowd heard and quieted down to listen. One of the cops came up and grabbed Linda.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he yelped at her, grabbing her by the arm and slapping her bare ass.
"Pm the manager. Where's the arresting officer?" she stated with amazing calm.
The cop blinked, then yelled, "Hey, Sergeant, this broad wants to talk to you .. - she says she manages the joint."
A gray-haired cop in uniform stepped forward, smiling at the joke he shared with the rookie who was holding Linda.
"What can I do for you, Miss," he said to Linda with exaggerated, mock politeness.
"Do you have a warrant for this raid, officer?" she stated coolly.
"Of course I do," snapped the sergeant.
"May I see it?" asked Linda with a smile. Everyone had become very quiet so that they could all hear what was going on.
Flustered, the sergeant reached into his pocket, pulled out the warrant and flashed it at Linda.
"May I see it?" she repeated. He handed it to her. Linda unfolded it and examined the name and address of the place. It was all there, and legally correct as far as she could tell.
If she felt disappointment and despair she didn't show it. Instead she smiled up again at the sergeant.
"Thank you, officer. I would like to ask that you let us all get some clothes on before taking us to the station. Frankly I don't think the police chief or the mayor are going to want publicity about this matter," stated Linda with calm authority. The sergeant tried to hide his surprise at her assurance. But he'd been in the police force long enough to know that there was always more than met the eye in some situations, and, especially in vice squad cases, it was best to be low-keyed.
He cleared his throat.
"If you people here give us no trouble, I can't see why not. But they'd better make it snappy."
Linda immediately took the floor.
"Okay, everybody get dressed and relax. We'll all be out of this in no time," she added with. perky optimism. There were a few groans from the terrorized businessmen in the crowd, but since there was nothing else to be done, everyone followed Linda's instructions.
"Are there any reporters downstairs?" Linda asked the sergeant.
"How would I know, lady?" he snapped back at her, obviously not used to a prisoner taking such liberties with him, but not knowing how to handle Linda's style.
"Well, again ... I think for everyone concerned, it would be best if this arrest take place discreetly."
The sergeant hesitated, not wanting to look like a fool in front of his men, but suspicious that Linda really did have something up her sleeve. Raids like this one were always a messy business as he knew from experience.
"The lady has a point," he announced to the cops. One of them sneered and quipped: "She sure does, Sarge," pointing to Linda's tits. The sergeant replied with a perfunctory smile and went on. "If there are reporters downstairs," he said to a cop at his side, "call for a couple of paddy wagons to wait for us down in back, and send the other ones away. Tell the reporters it was a false alarm," he added quietly.
"Yes, sir," replied the cop with professional seriousness. The raid had taken on a new twist.
Linda chuckled to herself as she was escorted back to the booth and got into her clothes. She had never thought it would be so easy. Herb had stared at her in sheer amazement, probably both at her calm command and also at- the revelation that she was the manager.
Clients and girls were escorted discreetly down the back stairs-all nine floors-and out the service entrance into two paddy wagons. Not a reporter or a bystander was present.
When the paddy wagons reached the station, everyone was filed out and put in the station lock-up. The men looked like the sky had just fallen in. The girls joked and were far more relaxed. Getting picked up by the cops was part and parcel of their trade.
"Oh, Sergeant," called out Linda as she was being led to the lock-up with the other girls. "Sergeant," she yelled at the gray-haired cop who was walking fast pretending not to hear her.
"Hey, Sarge. The dame is calhV ya," shouted a rookie. The sergeant stopped and turned. A look of peevish exasperation was on his face.
"Okay, move it along . . . Officer," he barked at the rookie, who turned red with confusion. "What do you want now?" he snapped at Linda.
"Can I speak to you privately for a second?" asked Linda with exaggerated etiquette.
"Sure, sure," groaned the sergeant. "Over here." The two of them stepped back into a corner near the door to the lock-up area.
"Sergeant, I think the Police Chief might be very interested in something I have to tell him. Frankly, if he doesn't get to hear it now, I'll have to tell it to the papers and the court. It could be a terrible mess. And I think he'd be very grateful to you in the future if you arranged to let me see him now before this case goes any further."
The sergeant's eyebrows arched as he listened to Linda, then as she finished, a crazy smile stretched his face from ear to ear.
"You don't say . . . Well, that all sounds pretty interesting," he added slowly as he became more serious.
"I can assure you that it's more than interesting," stated Linda firmly. "And it might very well make your career." The sergeant's eyebrows arched again.
"Well, I'll do this much for you. Give me a message for him, something short, and I'll give him a call. If he wants to see you, I couldn't give a rat's ass."
"Okay," she replied quickly, "tell him ... tell him that I know a marvelous plastic surgeon for removing raspberries from left ass cheeks."
The sergeant burst out laughing.
"Are you kidding?" he asked in between guffaws. "That's a good one."
"And that's the message, Sergeant," said Linda perkily and without a trace of a smile. The sergeant sobered up.
"Okay, I'll get to it in a minute. Now you just march in there with your friends, and I'll let you know," he added, stiffling a chuckle.
Linda was ushered by a cop into the girls' lock-up and the door slammed behind her.
"You got something on 'em, Linda?" asked the oriental girl immediately.
"You'd be surprised . . . and you can guess what?" replied Linda with a grin. The whole cell burst into uproarious laughter.
"Shut up in there," bellowed a cop from outside. But the girls kept on laughing.
"We should all be out free as the wind in an hour or so," announced Linda as they all tired of laughing." I know it's annoying, but..."
"Oh, shit, Linda, I don't know about the others, but I've been through a lot worse," snapped the oriental girl, tapping at the front of her black leather motorcycle jacket. The other girls laughed, and they all relaxed as if they were back in the lounge behind the reception area.
Fifteen minutes later the sergeant and a cop were at the door of the lock-up. As the cop turned the key, the sergeant said, "Okay, Linda, the deal's on."
Linda was surprised that he called her by her name, since none of them had gone before the desk sergeant. The police chief obviously knew a good deal about Cloud Nine.
"Thank you, Sergeant," she said politely as she left the lock-up.
"Good luck, Linda," shouted several of the girls after her.
"Shut up," bellowed the cop, slamming the lock-up door.
Linda was led by the sergeant to a police car waiting for them out front. He sat with her in the back while a good-looking young cop drove them over to police headquarters.
It was only a few blocks away since both Cloud Nine and the station house were all in the same main downtown precinct.
"The Chief asked me to do you the courtesy of not handcuffing you, Linda. You must really have something on him," winked the sergeant.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe," replied Linda coyly.
In a matter of minutes they were ushered into the Chiefs office. The sergeant said a few words to the Chiefs secretary, and in a flash they were ushered into the Chiefs office.
"That'll he all, Sergeant. Please wait outside," said a plump, balding man in an expensive, well-cut suit that took pounds off his looks.
"Yes, sir," saluted the sergeant, leaving with a silly grin on his face that only Linda could see.
"Now, young Lady, what can I do for you?"
Linda stepped forward and, unasked, took a seat in front of the Chiefs large mahogany desk. The Chief stared at her nonplussed, then sat down behind the desk himself.
"You did get my exact message through the sergeant," said Linda coldly.
"Why else would you be here?"
"Exactly. Would you like me to further describe your anatomy? Five inch uncircum-cised penis. Little red hairs on your ass. Not to mention that marvelous, almost hearts shaped birthmark you have on the left cheek of your ass . . . But you already know that one."
As Linda spoke the Chief of Police turned pale, picked up his pipe and tried unsuccessfully to light it in his nervousness.
"Yes, I guess I do," he said finally, beginning to blush now. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it clutched in his fist. "But this action was ordered by the mayor himself," he added, now mopping at the perspiration on his forehead.
"Oh, that's no problem," stated Linda succinctly. "The mayor has only one ball and a few other interesting physical characteristics. I suggest you give him a call."
A nervous grin began spreading across the Chiefs face.
"You don't say," he said picking up the phone. "Get me the mayor's office. Tell them it's an emergency."
Within minutes the phone rang.
"Yes, Stanley, it is an emergency. I think a terrible mistake has been made about the Cloud Nine business. There's a young lady here who tells me you only have one ball," announced the Chief with obvious relish. Linda could hear silence, then an hysterical, static-filled voice pouring out of the phone.
"Yen ... I agree it was a ridiculous mistake. I can't imagine why you thought it necessary," continued the Chief to the spluttering voice at the end of the line. "Of course I can get it dismissed. There'll be talk, of course. No way to stop that. Twenty officers were sent on that raid, you ..." For a split second Linda thought the Chief would say: "you old fool," but he hesitated and said: "you know. There's nothing that can be done about that now." Linda heard a loud groan at the other end of the line.
The Chief hung up the phone and turned to Linda.
"I have to hand it to you, you're a smart one. Ever think of joining the force?"
"Never," she snapped back at him, feeling her power. "And I'd like you to announce that everyone should be released at once. There are some rather important businessmen locked up at the station house. You should all behave more carefully. Really," she added in a huffy voice.
"I can't understand what possessed the mayor," said the Chief apologetically. "But how did you recognize us with those masks and all?" he asked perspiring again.
"A little birdie," quipped Linda, thanking Joe silently for coming by one day and pointing out both the Chief and the Mayor through the booth window. "Any way, you boys should live in the present. Nobody's interested in this sort of police nonsense unless they're perverted. I suspect that's the mayor's problem, considering what a certain oriental girl in black leather had to do in order for Mr. Mayor to get his rocks off."
The Chief guffawed nervously.
"You don't say. Well, I'm all for it. I'm not interested in the police being involved in this kind of thing myself. It's always messy," he added.
"I bet," snapped Linda, not giving an inch. Suddenly an idea flashed through her mind. It was so fantastic, so exciting, that she could barely keep herself from laughing and clapping her hands in glee. Seeing Linda's expression, the Chief blanched.
"Oh, and another thing," began Linda, watching the Chief squirm. "I'd like you personally to take me on a tour of the rookie cops' locker room."
"What?" gasped the Chief.
"That's right. And let's not waste any time. My husband's in that damn lock-up of yours."
"What... what for?" gulped the Chief.
"A little healthy fun for all concerned," replied Linda, standing up.
"I can't do anything like that," pleaded the Chief.
"I don't see how you have any choice."
"That's blackmail," yelped the Chief.
"Oh, heavens, don't be silly. It'll just be insurance that this kind of stupid raiding doesn't happen again."
Reluctantly the Chief got up and led her out of the office. They went down in the elevator to the basement of headquarters where the locker rooms were.
In a hoarse voice and not looking anyone in the eye, he told a cop to stand guard at the rookie locker-room door. He and Linda went inside. The joking and toweling came to a halt
The Chief cleared his throat and said, "This young lady is free to . . ." He suddenly gulped nervously, at a loss for words. "Fve put a guard at the door. Have a good time," he added rushing out of the room pale as a ghost.
"Okay, men, line up." The young cops jumped to attention and lined up. They looked confused, but not displeased. Linda started at one end of the line. She pulled the towel off the lean waist of a black-haired cop with a sexy mustache. "Not bad," she said huskily as she sat down on the bench between the row of lockers and pulled him to her by his dick.
Licking over the head of his prick and playing with his balls, he had a roaring hard-on in no time. Linda slurped and sucked down to the root, faster and faster until the excited, horny young cop shot his load down her gulping throat.
Linda pushed him aside and grabbed the next cop, a curly redhead, leaving the first one to shoot off into the air over and over. This cop's dick was short and thick. He already had a roaring hard-on from watching his buddy get sucked off. Linda gobbled his thick prick into her throat, sucking wildly and tugging at his golden-haired balls.
The redhead let out a yelp, grabbed hold of Linda's long blond hair and shot down her hungry throat. Linda tried to pull away and go on to the next one, but the redhead succeeded in shooting three loads down her throat before she could move on.
"Greedy," she smirked to him as she grabbed hold of the long thin prick of the blond cop next in line. She just had time to lick around his circumcised prick head, when he shot his wad in a spurt that landed beyond Linda's shoulder in a white gob on the locker room floor. Linda licked the jerking rod for a minute, before going on to a burly black cop who already had his mammoth cock in his fist.
The big veined prick lunged down her throat. His hands tangled in her hair, the black cop fucked wildly into Linda's juicy mouth, panting and hooting with lust from time to time. Linda tickled his fat balls, and he spurted his load down her throat.
The next cop was her favorite football-player physique type. He had curly brown hair, a muscular, hairy chest and belly and a cock that stood out stiff and was both fat and long. Hurriedly after a glance at her wrist-watch, she slurped his uncut prick into her mouth, sucking her lips down hard on his foreskin and making it slide back and forth on his bulbous glans. Juice poured over her tongue as his balls pulled up tight to his shaft. When he came, he let out a deep moan and shoved his dick deep in her throat, holding her face tight to his groin as he shot off. The heavy male odor of his crotch drove her wild as she gulped up load after load.
The last cop she had time for, her eighth, was tall and lean-muscled, with a nervous, long dick that virtually leaped into her mouth and shot down her throat in one plunge.
Linda staggered to her feet, daintily wiping her mouth with the edge of one of the cop's towels.
"That was fun, men. And you're all invited for seconds at Cloud Nine. If you don't know where it is, ask the Chief. Now, I've got to run. Bye," she said turning to wave at the line of exhausted and stupified rookies as she went out the door.
"Drive me back to the precinct station house at once," barked Linda to the guard at the door.
"Yes, ma'm," he snapped back and ran down the hall to get her a car.
Chapter Eleven
Linda returned to the station house in triumph. As the released clients and girls gathered outside the lock-up, the girls let out a cheer. Linda bowed, then held up her hands for silence.
"I think this calls for a celebration. The management of Cloud Nine would like to announce a champagne party to begin ... as soon as you all can get back." A cheer went up on all sides, then everyone rushed to the door of the station house.
In the confusion, Linda lost track of Herb, but with a few of the girls, she found a cab and in minutes they were going up the familiar elevator to the ninth floor. Everything looked just as they had left it. Somehow Linda was surprised since she had always imagined that vice squads took axes to everything. For some reason they had even left Mandy behind to guard the place. Her jaw dropped open as the elevator deposited them all right in front of her.
"Don't gawk, Mandy, and call a caterer. Champagne, smoked salmon, and any other marvelous delicacy they can think to add. And make the order for ... I think thirty people?" she added abstractedly. "Is Joe here?"
"Why, yes. He's in there just sitting and ..." said Mandy wide-eyed.
"Well then, get on that phone," ordered Linda with a grin and opened the door and went in, the girls following her.
Joe jumped to his feet.
"Linda! You can't imagine what I've been going through. And after I promised you this would never happen." He rushed to her and, grabbing her in a bear hug, lifted her up in the air and whirled her around.
"Well, let me down, and I'll tell you how I did it," she replied, laughing. The girls all applauded as Joe set her down on her feet. Not omitting a detail, she told every bit of the story from the one-balled mayor to the rookie dicks. As she was telling her story, the room filled up steadily with more of the girls and the customers, until at the end of her final word about rookie cop pricks, the whole crowd burst into applause.
Mandy burst into the room.
"The caterers are here. I told them to hurry and here they are and . . . and Linda," she gulped suddenly, "your husband's outside."
Joe turned pale.
Linda laughed at his face with its worried expression.
"Oh, Joe, don't get so anxious. You'll get an ulcer, or worse, a heart attack. My husband Herb was in the lock-up with us. It seems he was one of our orgy customers. We haven't quite settled that business yet."
"Oh," gulped Joe.
"And," said Linda breathlessly, "I think the caterers should set everything up in the orgy pit and that we should all get rid of these clothes and go to it."
Her words were received with a deafening roar of approval and wild applause. Mandy led the startled caterers into the room and down the hall. They set up quickly and left as girls and customers rushed to their cubicles and dressing rooms.
"Hello, Herb," said Linda laconically as she went out to the reception area.
"Linda, are you all right?" he said rushing to her and hugging her in his brawny arms.
Linda laughed lightly.
"Am I all right? Of course. Who do you think got us all out of that mess, Santa Clans? I'm a big girl now, Herb. And we're going to have to come to some kind of understanding." ,.
"You aren't really the manager of this place, are you?" he asked as if he were deaf to what she had just said.
"Not only that, but I just blackmailed the Chief of Police and the Mayor to get us all out."
"Jesus Christ," was all Herb could think to say.
"Let's go into the orgy pit and have a good time, okay?" she said with consummate cool.
"Wait a minute, Linda. Wait. We've got a lot to talk over and ... and a lot love-making to make up for."
"Oh, really," she said sarcastically.
"Linda, you don't know what happened. I've been going nuts these past months. The company was broke, Linda. No cash. The banks wouldn't give us a loan without enormous interest and collateral . . . like every thing we have. I finally decided to find a partner and yesterday ... yesterday, Linda, a marvelous man down in Houston signed the deal. We're back in the running, honey, don't you see? So when I got home and you weren't there, I made a few phone calls and an old business friend of mine convinced me this was a time to celebrate and insisted I come with him to this place."
"Well, I can think of another way to celebrate," stated Linda. "Let's go get a drink," she added, pulling Herb after her.
As they entered the room corks popped and a cheer went up. Everyone was stark naked, including Joe.
"Here's to a divine and clever lady," toasted Joe. Linda blushed and stepped down to get glasses of champagne for Herb and herself.
"Cheers," toasted Linda to the crowd. They all drank, then burst into a cheer. Linda held up her hands for quiet.
"Joe, everybody, this is my husband Herb." The introduction was greeted with a round of applause. "And . . . listen, I have an announcement to make. First to Joe, thanks for the opportunity you gave me, Joe. You've been the best boss in the world . . ." she added, tears coming into her eyes. "But my husband's back, and I want to resign." Everybody booed, then shouted "no." "Yes. I've made up my mind. Thanks for everything," she said giving them all another toast and draining her glass. She turned back to Herb and said in a whisper, "Come on, Herb. My car's out back."
As the door of the orgy pit shut behind them, Linda heard Joe announce: "Let's celebrate. That's the way Linda would want it!" She shuddered. It was almost as if she were dead. But in a way she was, to that kind of life. It was all over. She put her arm around Herb.
"Well, I've got my car out front," said Herb with a laugh.
"Then we'll just have to make a parade of it," quipped Linda.
Two white Cadillacs sped down the highway, reaching a comfortable, upper middle class home in a comfortable suburb and driving into the driveway one after the other.
"I think it's time for bed," announced Herb as they shut the kitchen door behind them. Linda nodded and giggled and ran up the stairs. Herb chased her and caught her in their bedroom and tackled her. They both fell onto the bed and began pulling each other's clothes off with kisses and grunts and giggles.
"Let's hope the laundry boy doesn't come by," said Linda, luxuriously naked and laughing.
"Why?" asked Herb quizzically, as he nibbled and kissed at her melonlike tits, his cock stiffening up full size.
"Oh, I don't know..." said Linda. She smiled to herself and refused to explain.
