While the negative aspects of egotism and ambition are all too apparent, it is also true that for a man or woman to function adequately and maturely in society it is necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
The successful businessman, the woman who rises in her chosen profession despite tremendous odds, the serenely happy and efficient housewife-all are imbued with the self-confidence necessary for them to skillfully carry out their chosen tasks. Without it they would find it difficult to do well, and would possibly fail.
When a man or woman lacks self-confidence on a sexual level, it can be apparent in every aspect of their lives. It is often necessary to be sure of one's sexual identity in order to be successful.
Richard Daws is a good-looking man and a good lover, yet he is plagued by a lack of sexual self-confidence. He does not realize his own good looks and sexual prowess. It is only after he takes a job as an insurance salesman and meets many beautiful women who appreciate his assets that he at last begins to come into his own.
THE SALESMAN'S PITCH-a novel about a man struggling to free himself of deep-seated fears and inhibitions, and truly become a fully functioning, independent adult.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Richard Daws had never thought of himself as a salesman. He had held many jobs but the sales field had never interested him. He had taken the job with Proven Insurance after his messy divorce, and he had found selling a delightful job.
He had sold three policies his first day out. It excited him so much that he decided to stop early that day so that nothing could dampen his enthusiasm.
He came back to his office with a big smile on his face. All of the other salesman were out on calls. Only Margo Collins was in the office. Margo was Proven's only secretary. They were such a small firm that they were not in need of any more.
Margo was about twenty-two and every inch of her was delectable. She wore her brown hair to her shoulders which was the way Richard liked it, and her youthful body often seemed to be poured into the short skirts she often wore. Richard knew that every man in the office wanted to sink his face in Margo's cunt but nobody ever seemed to have any luck. For one thing, she had the sort of innocent face that kept anyone from getting too familiar with her. For another thing, the management frowned on anyone having office romances.
Normally Richard would not have spoken two words to Margo. He didn't want to take the chance of being fired and he had always been kind of shy around good-looking women.
But today Richard was just too filled up with pride in himself and he had to tell someone. He just couldn't wait until the salesmen started getting back.
"Hi," Margo said. "You're back early, aren't you?"
"Yes," Richard said. "I was hoping some of the others would be in. I sold three policies today."
Margo seemed to be honestly impressed. "Hey, that's great! That calls for a celebration."
Margo got up from behind her desk and walked to a file cabinet. Margo wore a short tan skirt that showed off the rich color of her thighs when she stood up or sat down. Richard had to tear his eyes away from her legs as Margo opened a file cabinet, took something out, and turned to face him again. She held a bottle in her hands.
"I keep this around for special times," Margo explained.
"But won't we get into trouble if we're caught?" Richard protested.
"Only if we're caught," Margo laughed. "And the others won't be around for a few hours yet."
Margo sat back down and again Richard was attracted to the strip of flesh revealed by the short skirt. Margo opened her bottom desk drawer and took out two glasses. She poured a finger of the bourbon from the bottle into each glass. She handed one of the glasses to Richard and he took it with a trembling hand. As she bent over the desk to hand him his glass, he caught a glimpse of a white bra and the creamy flesh of her tits.
She caught him looking and she smiled. He blushed a bright red.
"Don't be embarrassed," she laughed. "I know men like to look. You should see the office jump when I bend over to pick up a paper clip or something."
Richard couldn't think of an answer. He put his glass to his lips and found he was suddenly very thirsty. He drank the bourbon down quickly.
"Hey," Margo said, sipping hers. "You better not drink it down that fast. That stuff could kill you."
Margo leaned back in her desk chair. Her tan skirt slid farther back on her thighs, almost to her panties. In fact, Richard thought he could see a patch of red panty showing between her legs.
"Do you like my legs?" Margo questioned.
Richard realized that he was staring hungrily at her. He tried to tear his eyes away, but they kept coming back to her long legs and white thighs.
"Mother says that they're too fat but I don't agree with her. Do you?"
"No," Richard said, licking his lips. "I think they're just right."
Margo stuck one leg straight out in front of her and seemed to be admiring it. "Well maybe they are a little fatter than they should be. But I really do have a slender waist and that kind of makes up for them. Don't you think so?"
"I think they're just fine," Richard said again. "In fact, I think they're perfect."
Margo laughed. She sipped the rest of her drink and put the top back on the bottle. "I'd better put this back. I wouldn't want the boss to find it."
She stood up again and walked to the file cabinet. She didn't seem to be aware of, or care, that her tan skirt had ridden up far in the back. Richard thought that the back of her thighs were more exciting than the front.
"Well," Richard said. "I guess I'd better be going. Maybe I can make another sale this evening."
"What's the hurry?" Margo asked. "The others aren't due back for a while and this office gets awfully quiet with no one to talk to. Why don't you hang around and keep me company?"
Richard wanted to stay and stare at her, but he was afraid that the bulge in her trousers was becoming too evident. He was already trying to think of someone he could see that evening. There were few single girls around his apartment house and his ex-wife was out of town. That meant that pussy would be hard to find. And looking at Margo made him need some pussy.
"I don't think I'd better," Richard said. "Lots of work to do."
"You've worked hard enough today," Margo said. "Not many agents get three policies their first day out. You deserve the rest of the day off. Besides, you look tired. Why don't you come over to the couch and I'll rub your shoulders? Everybody says that I've got wonderful hands."
Richard thought for a moment but he could see nothing wrong with her offer. The couch was put there for the agents and their clients to be comfortable. He had seen Margo rubbing the boss' shoulders on that very couch on the first day he had applied for the job.
"Okay," he said. "But just for a little while. Maybe I can still get a little work in this afternoon."
He realized his mistake as soon as she sat down beside him on the couch. Her silken thighs were so close to his legs that he could feel the warmth. His trousers definitely had an obvious bulge.
Her fingers were good. They kneaded his back and shoulders until the knots that had been forming there were gone. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her skirt was riding up higher and higher on her thighs.
"You are tense," Margo said. "You poor thing. It must be rough out there trying to sell insurance all day long."
"It's hard," he agreed.
"Here," Margo said. "Stretch out on the couch and put your head in my lap. I'll rub your temples. There's nothing like that to make you feel better."
He knew, as horny as he was feeling, that it was a bad idea, but he couldn't resist the soft, imploring tone of her voice. He stretched out and put his head into her warm, soft lap. Part of his head was on her skirt but part of his head rested on her naked thighs and it was nearly more than he could bear.
"Poor darling," Margo cooed, as she began to rub his temples. "I'll make you feel better."
Her nimble, experienced fingers began to rub his temples but all he could think of was the soft flesh underneath his head. God, all he would have to do was turn his head and ...
Margo seemed to realize what he was feeling and a soft smile came to her face.
"I really like you, Richard," she said. "You're not like all the others."
"I'm not?" Richard questioned.
"No. You have a look about you. I think you're really going to make it."
Her mouth was suddenly glued down on his. Her lips opened and her fiery tongue probed at his mouth. He opened his mouth and her tongue was touching his own.
"Oh, God, Margo," he said, drawing back. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I know," she laughed. "Believe me, I know."
Her tongue kept probing at his and her fingers were running up and down his spine.
Richard broke away and stood up. He was going to say something, but suddenly he just didn't give a damn. They might fire him but he was not going to lose such a delicious-looking girl.
"Goddamn," he said softly. "I'm as horny as a bull in heat."
"I hope you've got a cock like a bull," Margo said.
"You're about to find out."
Margo stretched out on the couch and her dress came up far above her thighs. Richard could see that she certainly was wearing a pair of red panties. He could see her pussy hairs curling out from either side of her panties.
He groaned and dropped down between Margo's open thighs. He kissed her cunt-mound and then ran his tongue down her creamy thighs.
"That's nice, baby," Margo purred. "That's so nice."
He ran his tongue all the way down her knees and then back up the inside of her thighs. He kissed her once more on her delicious-looking pussy.
Margo's hips began to move against him and Richard knew she was really beginning to turn on to him. He slipped his hands beneath her ass and began to gently squeeze the cheeks.
"Oh, damn," Margo groaned. "You know how to make a girl feel good, Richard."
"Help me to take your panties off," he demanded, and Margo obediently lifted her ass so that he could slide her panties off her legs.
Her brown beaver looked at him in the face. He parted the brown pussy hairs until he could get at her delicious red pussy slit. He pushed his tongue slowly inside of her gash and began to lick at her cunt walls.
The only thing he liked better than fucking was sucking or being sucked and Richard was using all of his expertise on Margo. He thought she was a beautiful hunk of woman and he wanted to turn her on more than any man ever had before.
He pushed his face deeper into her pussy and ran his hands up her side. Margo had already unbuttoned her dress and loosened her bra so that his hands fell against her firm tits.
"That's it," Margo urged him. "Play with my tits. I get all hot when you play with my tits."
Richard began to caress her big nipples as his tongue licked at her gash.
"Richard," Margo moaned. "I can't stand it any more. I've got to have your big cock in me. Please stick it in me."
Margo watched with hungry eyes as Richard raised up from her and began to unbuckle his trousers. Margo had dreamed about this moment from the minute Richard had joined the staff. Before, she had fucked only with the boss. But Richard was different and good-looking.
Richard's trousers fell to the floor and Margo gave a gasp. She liked the big thrusting meat that stood up between his legs.
"You are ready," she said, pleased.
"Damn right," he said.
Margo opened her legs a little wider as he climbed on top of her. She closed her eyes as she felt his meaty cock-head pushing at her warm gash.
"Oh, do it!" she pleaded. "Stick it in. Stick your cock in my cunt all the way!"
She felt Richard tense himself and then she felt the hot fuck-stick plunge into her cunt. She moaned and lifted her legs around his back. Every inch felt as good as she had expected.
Richard began to fuck her slowly, liking the feel of her warm, hot cunt clutching at his prick. Margo was moaning and rubbing her firm tits against his chest.
He slipped one hand beneath her and began to stroke her ass.
"Oh, yes," Margo breathed. "That feels so good. So good!"
Margo loved the feelings he was giving her. She searched between his legs until she found his heavy balls and she began to squeeze them.
It drove Richard out of his mind. He began to fuck her harder, driving his huge prick in deep again and again.
"Oh, God," he moaned. "You feel so tight. So fucking tight!"
Margo could only moan her answer as she drove her cunt up at his cock. Her insides were boiling and she knew she was not far away from her climax.
Richard felt her cunt get tighter, if that were possible, and her juices spilled out onto his throbbing cock.
Immediately Margo pulled away from him. For a moment he was angry, thinking she meant to cheat him out of his come.
"No, baby," Margo said softly. "I can't help it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Please, baby. Let me suck you dry."
Richard couldn't complain as her soft fingers clutched at him. He rolled over onto his back and Margo planted herself between his knees.
She brushed a strand of long brown hair from her eyes as she bent her head over his engorged prick. Her silky tongue ran softly down one side of his prick.
"Oh, Jesus," Richard moaned. "Oh, what are you doing to me. That feels so good!"
"I'm sucking your prick," Margo said. "I'm going to give you a sucking like you've never had before. I'm going to suck you dry."
Once more Margo bent her head to his prick.
This time she ran her tongue down his soft underside. She flicked her tongue at his balls and then sucked one into her mouth. She rolled his ball between her lips and tongue for a few minutes, and then she moved to the other.
After giving his second ball the same treatment, she moved her tongue back up to his cock-head. She licked at his piss-hole.
"Oh, shit, Margo," Richard moaned. "Oh, shit!"
She began to rub his stiff prick between her two hands while her tongue kept licking at his cock-head. He moaned out loud.
"Take me, Margo!" he pleaded. "Take my cock in your hot mouth! I can feel my cum boiling up!"
Margo did take his cock in her hot mouth. She lowered her lips until she was kissing him on the cock-head. Slowly she opened her mouth and admitted his cock-head between her lips. He pushed against her teeth.
She opened her teeth and his dick went in. She took it deep down into her throat and only stopped admitting his prick when her lips were resting against his balls.
She began to suck at his rod and run her mouth up and down his prick. At the same time she was using her tongue to tease and taunt his cock.
"Oh, Jesus, Margo! I don't think I can go much longer! I'm going to come. I'm going to come, Margo! Dear God!"
His prick jerked and he began to pour his cum down Margo's throat. She didn't pull away as some girls might have. Instead she opened her mouth wider and took his cock in deeper and swallowed every drop of his seed. She didn't release his dick for moments after he had come, not until she was sure she had sucked every drop of jizz from his cock-head.
"Jesus," Richard said again. "That was so good. So fucking good."
Margo liked her job. It put her into contact with a great many good-looking men and the pay was better than might be expected.
She had no illusions about why she had gotten the job. She was good-looking and the boss liked to have good-looking people around him. He was so fat and ugly that it gave him a confident feeling to boss good-looking people around.
It was true that he liked to tell people there would be no hanky-panky in the office. For everybody except him. And now and then a bonus for an agent that was doing exceptionally well. Margo didn't feel like a whore when the boss asked her to fuck another agent. She rather enjoyed it. It was just another benefit of the job.
However, the boss hadn't asked her to fuck Richard Daws. That had been her own idea and she had enjoyed the hell out of it.
Richard was already gone before the other agents returned to the office. The boss was the last to arrive.
"Come into my office, Margo," he told her. "I have some dictation."
Margo sighed. She knew what the boss meant. She was tired but she would have to go if she wanted to keep her good-paying job. It was not that she disliked sucking the boss off. She remembered the first day she had applied for the job at Proven Insurance. There had been half a dozen prettier girls ahead of her and most of them had been college girls with degrees in something or other and many skills. She had almost left the room before it was her turn for the interview.
She walked into the plush office to see the fattest man she had ever seen. He sat behind one of the desks and he looked at her with small, mean-looking eyes.
"Margo," he said. "This is your first name."
"Yes, sir," she said.
"We have a very small office here and only need one girl, a girl with the right qualifications."
He looked at her pointedly. "You look as if you have the right qualifications."
His nasty eyes left no doubt as to what he was talking about. Margo smiled. All the college girls outside, and all the education in the world would not get this job. The boss was calling for a girl with a very special quality and Margo knew what it was.
Slowly she stood up and walked to the door. She heard him grunt and turn to the phone. He thought she was leaving and he was fixing to ask for another girl to come in. Margo locked the door. It was very loud in the room.
She turned around and he put the phone down.
"I think I know what you mean," Margo said softly. "Would these be the kind of qualifications you were talking about?"
She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her tits were big and she was proud of them. She very seldom wore a bra. The boss licked his lips in anticipation.
"Yes," he said. "Exactly the kind of qualifications I had in mind."
"And this?" Margo asked, as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She wore only red bikini panties and her dark stockings. She was glad she had chosen this one day to wear a long enough skirt so that she could wear a garter belt. Garter belts were old-fashioned but she could tell he appreciated them.
"My goodness," he said. "You have very nice legs. Very nice."
He smacked his lips loudly. He picked up the phone. He told the agent in the front office to send the rest of the girls away. He had found the girl he wanted.
He put the phone back down and turned to her again.
"We have plenty of time," he said slowly. "You started work a half-hour ago. Now we'll take some dictation."
She reached for a pad on his desk, but he only laughed.
"You won't need a pad and pencil," he said. "You only need your natural attributes."
She understood. The boss walked from behind his desk, revealing that he had already unzipped, and his meaty cock hung between his legs.
"On the couch?" she asked.
"Certainly," he said.
Margo wasn't about to allow him to get on top of her. She knew he'd kill her with his monstrous body. She offered to undress him and do the work and he agreed.
He sank his huge bulk onto the couch and Margo went to work. She had him undressed quickly and she sank to her knees beside the couch.
She sucked his cock into her mouth and kept it there until it was big and hard. She stripped off her own panties but left her stockings and garter belt on.
She climbed on top of him. She inserted his prick into her already hot cunt and she began to rock up and down on him. He went nearly crazy, like he was starved for pussy.
She only rocked on him a few minutes before he was sweating and groaning.
"Fuck," he said. "It feels so fucking good! Oh, Margo baby, fuck my balls off!"
She was just beginning to like the feel of his throbbing cock in her pussy when he gave a loud groan and she felt him squirt his seed into her cunt.
Immediately he was businesslike again. He pushed her away and dressed quickly. Then he really did have her take some dictation.
There had been many other times since then. And there had been clients and agents and a few bosses who were higher up in Proven than her boss.
She enjoyed her work and she enjoyed the fucking and she especially enjoyed the large bonus checks that often came her way.
Today was no different than any other day. She took her notebook and pencil and followed her boss into his office. He stood by the door and shut and locked it after she entered.
"I don't have much time, Margo," he said softly. "The wife will be up in a few minutes and I'm ready to blow. Do you mind?"
He unzipped his trousers and his already hot cock popped out. Margo smiled. She put her notebook on the boss' desk and fell down to her knees on the soft carpet.
She sucked his prick into her mouth. She knew how to make him come fast. She drew his cock into her mouth to his balls and she began to run her tongue around it. He groaned.
One hand serving to help her keep her balance on the carpet, she used her free hand to caress his heavy balls. She ran her experienced fingers up his thighs and clutched his ass. Even through the material of his suit she could feel the heat.
"Oh, God, Margo!" he groaned. "Oh, God, that feels so good! If only my wife could make me feel this good!"
Margo began to suck his dick with urgency. She could feel his tool growing, expanding in her throat and knew he was ready to come. She always felt good when she had a man so completely under her power. She knew that, in this moment, that there was nothing her fat boss wouldn't do to make her continue.
"Fuck, Margo! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit, I'm coming! I'm going to shoot my wad down your throat! Oh, fuckkkkkkk!"
Margo took his entire load in her mouth and swallowed quickly. Some men came so much that their cum escaped but not her boss. He never had enough and usually she could swallow every drop.
Margo released his limp cock and stood up. She straightened her stockings and picked up her notebook.
"Is that all, sir?" she smiled.
"Yes," he said, tucking his dick away in his trousers. "Send in my wife when she gets here."
CHAPTER TWO
Richard got back to his apartment house at about eight in the evening. After his session with Margo, he had gone out and tried to sell a few more policies. He'd had little luck in the afternoon and evening. It seemed that he did better with just the wife at home, than with the husband. The husbands seemed to get immediately on the defensive and the wives were more willing to listen to him.
He'd made up his mind that he would work only before noon from now on. The evenings he might devote to stopping in on businesses or on definite appointments instead of cold calling.
His apartment was small but the manager kept it clean. Her name was Louise Wilson and she worked hard. She kept three tiny apartments in good order, and she made the meals for the three people who boarded with her.
Richard liked Louise. He liked the plain dresses that she wore that were not really sexy but gave the impression that the woman wearing them could be awfully sexy. She was a beautiful woman with her Spanish looks and her long dark hair falling around her face. Richard imagined that the rest of her would be equally as beautiful. She was also easy to talk to.
Richard knew that her husband had died a few years before and that was the reason she was forced to run a boarding house. Her other two boarders were an old man in his fifties and a model for some department store. Since Richard usually ate his supper at different times, he very seldom saw either of the other two boarders.
Supper had been served at six that evening so Richard was late again. He went to his room. He was hungry but he was also tired and he didn't feel like going out again to get something to eat. He decided that he would just skip his supper this evening and take a long sleep.
He had just finished his shower when he heard a knock on the door. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to the door and opened it. Louise stood there. She held a tray of food in her hands.
"I saw you come and I thought you might be hungry. I don't usually do this but since this was your first day ..."
"Thank you," he said. "And I sure am hungry."
Louise brushed past him and placed the tray on his night table.
"Now you won't get this kind of service all the time," she explained, "but I knew you'd be tired."
"It has been a rough day," Richard said.
"Did you have much success?" Louise asked.
"I did, as a matter of fact. My boss was pleased with me." Richard had a momentary image of Margo go flashing through his mind. "In fact, everybody seemed pleased with me."
"Well that's good," she said. "Lots of men can't find jobs today. There's not a lot of work."
Louise knew she should go, but something was keeping her there. It had been a long time since she had been alone with an attractive young man.
Especially one with so good-looking a chest and slender a waist. She wondered what he looked like beneath the towel. She tried not to think of that, but she couldn't help it. She felt her palms begin to grow sweaty.
The last man she had slept with had been her husband. He had been a strong, gentle lover. When he had first died, she had thought she would go crazy climbing the walls for want of a man.
She had never been a really forward woman, and she couldn't just go out looking for cock. She had finally gone so long without a fuck that she thought she had dulled her strong urges. She had contented herself with keeping the apartment house clean and fixing the meals. Now she could feel the urges grow in her, stronger than ever.
"Well," Richard said uncomfortably. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. I'll just sit down and eat that."
"I'll wait for the tray," Louise said, not wanting to leave this handsome man until she had no more excuses left for staying.
"I can bring it down," Richard protested.
"No," she said. "You're tired, now just sit down and eat. Besides, I like to watch people eat my cooking."
Richard sat down at the edge of the bed. Louise sat down in his one chair. She could see how the towel had slid up and she could look at his muscular thighs. Just an inch more and she would have seen his cock.
She could imagine how it would look. She had never seen but one flesh and blood cock. Her husband's. She imagined that Richard's prick would look like her husband's. She remembered, with an involuntary shudder, how red and proud it had looked when he was excited. How strong it felt when he put it into her hot cunt.
She crossed her legs. The itch between her thighs was growing more pressing with each moment.
Richard ate quickly. He hadn't realized how hungry he really was but the food was really good. He finished off the last bite and wiped his chin.
"Delicious," he complimented her.
"Did you really like it?" she asked.
"It was really good."
"You don't eat enough," she said. "You're always missing meals."
"Well," he explained. "Before I was looking for a job and that can get pretty tiresome. This was just my first day. I'll get my schedule worked out so that I can eat regular."
Louise stood up and went for the tray. As she did, she stumbled against him and they both fell against the bed. The towel came open.
Later she was to think that she did it on purpose, but she never really knew. It seemed like an accidental thing but it was what she wanted.
His cock lay soft between his legs. She devoured it with her eyes.
"Louise," he said huskily.
"Don't talk," she said. "I don't want to hear you say anything. I just want to love you."
He smiled. He rolled her over so that they lay side by side. He kissed her. His tongue examined her lips, her mouth, her soft throat. She moaned. His tongue felt so good.
She knew she shouldn't be lying like this with one of her boarders. She knew that she should get up and leave the room. But his tongue was tracing patterns on her throat and she couldn't move.
She put her hands behind his head and pulled it closer. He sucked in some of the soft flesh of her throat.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "I can't help it. It feels so good. I need a man. I need you, Richard."
He drew back. He looked seriously into her face.
"It's all right," he said. "I know how lonely you can get. I'll be good to you."
"And be gentle," she warned. "It's been a long time."
He slowly unbuttoned her dress down the front and slipped it off her shoulders. She wore a pink slip. It had been a long time since Richard had seen a woman in a slip. Most of the girls he knew, including his ex-wife, preferred the natural, unencumbered look.
He raised her up and slipped the undergarment off her. She lay back in a white bra and panties. She was almost virginal in her choice of clothes.
He kissed her throat and ran his tongue down to kiss the tit-flesh trying to topple out of her bra. He moved down farther and put his tongue in her navel. She squirmed as he slowly licked at it.
He moved down again and kissed the inside of her thighs. Louise was suddenly frightened. Her husband had been a good lover, so she had thought. He had always waited for her to come before he did.
But there had never been a lot of kissing and hugging before. And he had never kissed her thighs. She had to admit that it was a pleasant sensation.
Then she was really shocked. Richard moved his head up and kissed her directly on the cunt. His tongue found its way inside the flimsy material of her panties. His tongue began to lick and caress her cunt-mound. She was going to force him away but suddenly a thrill shot through her such as she had never known before. Then another. And another.
Suddenly he was reaching underneath her and sliding her panties off her legs and she was helping him. His tongue went back to her pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "Nothing ever felt as good as this! Oh, goddamn!"
Richard half laughed at her as he began to eat her pussy with a violence he had never shown to any other girl. He wanted to make her come with his tongue in her cunt and he was doing a good job of it.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said. "You're making me hot! Oh, Jesus, stop! Oh, stop or I'll come! Oh . . . don't stop!"
Richard laughed again. He loved the sweet smell and taste of her pussy. He drove his tongue in and out, rubbing it against her cunt-walls.
"Oh, God!" she said. "I'm coming! COMingGGGGGG! AHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKK!!"
He licked at her cunt even after she had flooded him with her warm juices. He licked at her cunt until it was dry and then he kept licking.
When she began to grow hot again, he moved away from her pussy and moved back up to her covered tits. He unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her.
Creamy white tits tumbled out. He bent his lips to them. Her tits were as sweet-tasting as her pussy had been. He licked them noisily, hungrily, and he knew that Louise was beginning to climb to the heights again.
"Oh, Richard," she said. "Put your cock in me. Please put it in me."
"Okay, baby," he said. "Let me warm your pussy up."
He pressed his cock-head to her gash and gave a hard shove. His prick entered her cunt easily all the way to his balls.
"Oh, God!" she said. "It's been so long. So long since I've had a cock like yours in me."
"Hang on, honey," he said softly. "You're going for a ride."
He began to fuck her with a furious violence and she was enjoying his every stroke.
"Lift your legs," he commanded. "Put them over my shoulders. I'll really get into you that way."
Louise had never been asked to do that by her husband. She might have refused Richard if she hadn't felt so good when he was eating her twat. Now she was willing to try anything Richard wanted.
She raised her legs and went back as far as she could. He pulled out of her and pushed her legs up over her head.
Then his cock was inside her warm fuck-hole again while her legs rested on his shoulders.
"Oh, God," she said, opening her eyes wide. "You're going so deep. So deep. You'll kill me."
"No," he said. "I won't kill you. Just relax and enjoy it."
She tried to relax but each stroke of his prick drove her to frenzy. His prick seemed to go deeper with each plunge.
"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!" she moaned. "I'm coming againnnnnn! Ohhhhhhh!"
She felt his huge prick began to spurt into her cunt, felt him drive into her hole with a furious lunge as he flooded her with his jizz.
They collapsed together on the bed with his cock still deep inside of her twitching cunt.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "Oh, Richard baby, that felt so good. So good."
Richard backed away and looked into her eyes. She seemed dazed and far away.
"Louise?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Have you ever sucked a man off?"
She opened her eyes wider. "Oh, no! I couldn't do anything like that. I couldn't!"
"But you will," he said gently. "You will tonight."
"No," she protested. "How could you even ask me something like that?"
"Okay," he said. "If you feel that strongly. I wanted your mouth around my prick, but if you don't do it, then you don't do it."
She saw the anger flash in his eyes and she didn't want him to be angry at her. She had loved the things he had done to her.
"Okay," she said, "but I don't know how, and I won't be much good at it."
"You'll be good," he assured her. "Anything you do is bound to be good."
"Are you ready for me to do it?"
"Not just yet. Why don't you take my cock in your hands and stroke it for a while?"
Richard leaned back and looked up at the ceiling as Louise's soft hands began to stroke his rod. Richard was learning something about himself. He had always allowed his ex-wife to push him around. Sex between them had always been when she wanted it.
He had never tried to get a lot of other women because he had never really thought he was attractive to them.
But now, twice in one day, he had fucked two beautiful women. If there were two who felt like this, then there must be others. And in the insurance business he would be able to find them easily. He wouldn't wait for them to approach him from now on. Now, he was going to be the attacker and they were going to love it.
His prick started growing hard. It was growing up gentle and hard between her soft fingers.
"I'm ready," he demanded. "Now suck me off."
He saw that she was a little frightened and a little clumsy but those things only excited him more.
Louise bent her head and captured his cock between her lips. She wasn't sure how to go about sucking a man off, but she didn't have to worry about her inexperience. His hands caught her behind the head and pulled her mouth deep on his hard-on.
"That's it," he said. "Suck it good, baby. Draw out all my cum."
She gobbled his cock down to his balls and began to push her mouth up and down on his erection. He was loving it. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gave her directions.
Finally she tasted the first of his salty jism and then a flood poured into her waiting mouth.
"Swallow it!" he demanded. "Swallow all my cum!"
She tried but small gobs of it fell out of the corners of her mouth and dropped to her soft tits. She still managed to swallow a great deal of his jizz.
"That's good, baby," he said, sinking back onto the bed. "That's really good. We'll make a good cock-sucker out of you yet."
Strangely enough she felt proud of his compliment, and she rested her head on his prick.
CHAPTER THREE
He was at work early the next morning. He was feeling really well. Never had he had such a day of fucking and sucking as he'd had the day before. Two luscious women had been his and now he was out to keep his record going.
His luck was running good. On the first door he knocked on that morning, he sold a policy to an elderly man. He felt even better as he walked to the house next door.
He was pleasantly surprised when a girl opened the door. She was dressed in a yellow skirt and blouse that showed off her full, lush body to advantage. She had long, straight, dark hair and her tits, underneath the blouse, were huge and kissable-looking.
"Well," she said. "Did you come to ask me something or did you just come to look?"
"Well, ma'am," he said. "I'm sorry if I seemed to be staring but you are a fine-looking woman."
"Thank you," she said. "Now what can I do for you."
"Well," he began. "I work for the Proven Insurance Company and we're in the neighborhood talking to people today about improving their present coverage. Now if you'll allow me a few moments of your time-"
"Maybe I do have a few extra moments," she said, "and my husband has been talking about improving our coverage. You can come in."
He followed her full and bouncing butt into the house. He had a sudden impulse to feel her ass, to run his hand over the soft curve of her. He fought back the impulse because he knew it was too soon.
He opened his briefcase as he sat down with her on the couch. Her yellow skirt had slid up above her thighs and he could see the silken flesh almost to her panties. She saw him looking and she smiled.
"What have you got to show me?" she asked.
He licked his lips as he began to bring his materials out and place them on her coffee table. Proven did have some good programs, but he wasn't thinking of insurance. He was thinking how nice her huge tits looked beneath the yellow blouse.
He began to explain some of their programs and she seemed to be listening with interest. She had bent over and rested her chin on her hands and was staring down at his papers. He could feel her heavy jugs brush now and then against his arm.
"And if you buy from us," he finally said, "we have a right to refund clause if you're not entirely satisfied with our policy."
"My husband won't be home for hours," she said suddenly.
"He won't?" Richard questioned. "Do you think he'd be interested in our program?"
"I'm sure he would be," she answered. "But like I say, he won't be home for hours."
She stood up and stretched. Her firm knockers thrust out at him as if inviting him to bury his face against their softness.
"I'm hot," she said. "Would you like something to drink?"
"I would at that," he said, putting his papers away. "Something cool will help me get through the rest of the day."
He left his briefcase by the couch as he followed her into the kitchen. She unbuttoned three of the top buttons of her blouse as she walked. He was able to see the creamy flesh at the top of her blue bra.
She fixed him a drink and he drank it down. He wasn't sure what it was, or what it had in it, but it was strong. He could feel it down to his toes.
"You have a beautiful home," he said in admiration as she poured him another drink.
"Do you really think so? We've worked on it for a long time. Harry's job keeps him away a lot of the time and he doesn't have a lot of time to do the work."
"I think it's very nice. I always wanted a house like this but my wife liked apartment living."
"Oh," she said, raising an eyebrow. "You're married?"
"I should have said ex-wife. But I still favor a big house with plenty of room. Do you mind showing me the rest of it?"
She seemed a little unsure about seeing the rest of it with him, but he finally made her agree to it.
He made noises of approval as she led him through all of the downstairs rooms. Finally there was no place left to see but the upstairs rooms.
She stopped at the foot of the stairs. "I shouldn't be taking you up here."
"Why not?"
"People might get the wrong idea."
"What people? There's nobody here but you and me. You said your husband wouldn't be home for hours."
She sighed and walked up the stairs ahead of him. She showed him the two rooms in back first and then the bathroom. Finally she entered the master bedroom.
"This is nice," he said. "I love it. If we'd only had a bedroom like this, we might not have gotten divorced so easily."
"It takes a lot more than a bedroom," she said.
"Ohhhh," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you and your husband were having problems."
"We're not really. It's just that. . . well, he's away so much and I get lonely."
He ran a finger up her bare arm. "A beautiful woman like you. You shouldn't ever have to get lonely."
Susan Peoples knew she shouldn't grow so excited when a man called her beautiful. It was just that she was lonely. She stayed by herself in the big house most of the time. Since Harry had brought her there to live, she had made few friends.
She had known, from the moment she had opened the front door, that she shouldn't allow the smiling insurance man into her house. He had looked at her the way nobody but her husband had ever looked at her.
But she was desperate for someone to talk to, someone to fill her lonely day.
And then he had called her beautiful and ran his fingers up her arms. They were like electrical charges burning her skin.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked him.
"Very beautiful. Your tits are so big and firm that I can't wait until I kiss them. And your ass. I could caress that all day long."
She didn't protest when he pulled her to him and began kissing her. His tongue probed her mouth and she met his tongue with her own.
She was filled with an excitement that she had forgotten she knew. Her entire body ached and trembled with need for him.
"Oh, God," she said, "I've needed someone for so long. Make love to me. Please make love to me."
"Make love to you," Richard drew back. "I don't want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and make you come. Isn't that what you want?"
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
"Then tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Scream it out loud so that everyone can hear."
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"Louder, goddamn it! I want the whole world to know that we're fucking."
"FUCK ME!" she screamed.
He laughed and gathered her up in his arms. He dropped her onto the bed and started undressing her. Her fingers came up to rip at his trousers.
He stood up and unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall. Quickly he stripped away the rest of his clothes. Susan was hardly waiting for him. She had torn off her blouse and skirt, and her bra and panties quickly followed.
Richard's eyes almost bugged out at the sight of her big tits. They were goddamn huge and they were trembling with her excitement.
Her nipples were hard but even hard they were bigger than any other woman's he had ever seen. Huge and brown. She stared up at him with a hungry expectation as she began to finger her gash.
"Goddamn," he said. "Your tits are better than I realized. "Oh, God, I've got to have them in my mouth!"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Suck up my tits. Suck them up good!"
He dropped to the bed beside her and captured one huge nipple in his mouth. She began to moan as he sucked her boob. Her fingers were wet with her own juice as she plunged them in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she said. "You feel so good! Your mouth is making me hot all over. Oh, suck them! Suck them good, honey!"
He was trying. He was sucking as much of her creamy flesh into his throat as he could handle and there was still more than he could believe. He kept sucking more and more into his throat and his tongue teased at her hard nipples.
"You're driving me out of my fucking mind!" Susan cried out. "Keep doing that to me! Oh, baby! What a nice fucking tongue you have!"
He replaced her hands between her legs with one of his own. Her hands immediately went to his cock. She wrapped two fingers around his cock-head and began to gently jerk him off. Her other hand caressed his balls. He had to move away from her and she moaned in protest.
"No, baby," he explained. "Let me rest a minute. I'm so hot I'm going to come all over your hand. You don't want that yet."
She accepted his explanation and waited until he could control himself again. This time he crawled up between her legs and his cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Stick it in. Stick your huge pole in my cunt and make me feel good! Oh, baby, if Harry had a pole like yours ..."
He laughed as he slowly entered her. Her cunt-walls closed hard around his cock and he began to fuck her in slow, easy strokes.
"Squeeze my balls, baby," he said. "I like to have my balls squeezed."
She quickly slipped her hand between them and began to squeeze his balls. She had a nice, soft hand and it made the fire grow in his heavy nuts.
"Goddamn," he said, "You feel good. You feel so fucking good with my cock in your cunt and your big tits rubbing against my chest."
"I want to make you feel good," she said. "I want to make you feel better than you ever have. I want my ass to be the best piece you've ever had."
"Hang on, baby," he said. "I'm getting close."
He began to fuck her faster and she raised her ass to draw his cock farther up into her cunt. She drew her sturdy legs up and crossed them around his back.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Shit, yes! It feels good. It feels great!"
She let him fuck her that way for a long while. Both of them felt good as his prick drove in and out of her cunt. Susan's insides tingled. Harry's cock had never made her feel really good. Harry's cock had simply made her feel satisfied a little but never completely filled.
"Oh, fuck!" she said. "I'm cominggggg! AHHHHHH! EEEEEEE! GHHHHHHH!!"
She thought she was dying as she poured her juices onto his slippery cock. She thought the world had ended. She didn't believe that he would ever make her feel anything again. But he did. He made her feel because he kept driving his cock into her hot pussy.
"Again," he said. "I'm going to make you come again."
She didn't believe it. No man could go long enough to make her come twice. Of course, the only man she had ever slept with was Harry and he wasn't very good.
"No," she said. "You won't be able to."
But he was laughing and driving into her with a furious fucking that she had never known before. She had to quicken her pace to keep from getting driven through the bed.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "You really are! You really are going to make me come again!"
She felt the juice boil in her once more, felt her cunt tighten as she began to rise to the heights.
"Ohhhhh, shittttt!" she cried. "You really are going to make me comeeeeee!"
This time she tried to draw his precious jizz from him as she came but he was having none of that. He paused in his strokes as she pushed her cunt out at him.
"Come on," she said. "Come inside me. Shoot your wad in my hot cunt!"
"No," he said. "I've got another idea."
He withdrew his cock from her pussy. He got to his knees and straddled her. She thought she knew what she wanted. She opened her mouth to receive his hot cum but it was not to her mouth that he went.
He placed his hot cock, with the little bubble of jism on the end, between her big tits. He closed her tits around his cock.
His dick felt warm and snug in the place between her tits. Her tits were big enough to make plenty of friction.
"You hold them together," he demanded.
She grabbed her tits and held them together on each side of his cock. He began to fuck her tits, driving his cock in and out of the space between them.
"Lower your head," he panted. "When I come, I want you to be able to catch some of it in your mouth."
Susan dropped her head to her chest so that her chin was resting at a spot where his prick appeared from between her tits. She slipped out her tongue and licked him on the next appearance of his cock-head.
"Oh, God yes," he moaned. "That's what I want you to do."
Susan smiled to herself. Gone were all thoughts of Harry and the fact that she was married. Now all that mattered was the cock-head appearing between her tits on every stroke.
She wanted to make this man happy. She wanted to give him the same pleasure that he had given her.
She licked at his cum-slit each time his cock-head appeared. She knew he would not last long and she was right about that.
"Oh, fuckkkkiiinnnnngggg!" he cried out loud, and his huge prick began to pour out its hot load.
The first gob struck her on the nose but she caught some of the rest on her tongue and in her mouth. Some of his jizz ran down her body.
"Oh, God," he said, falling back from her. "That was so fucking good!"
Susan followed him and bent her head to take his cock into her mouth. She liked the warm taste of his jism and she had not taken enough into her mouth.
She began to lick and suck at his cock. She wanted it hard again. She wanted his hard cock deep in her throat where she could drink his jism down.
Richard was glad to oblige. He lay there and thought of how lucky he was to have this beautiful housewife sucking his cock. Why, she probably didn't even suck her husband's cock!
"Yes, baby," he told her. "Suck it down. Suck it good and I'll reward you with another load of cum. I'll send it to your stomach."
She gobbled greedily on his prick until he could stand it no longer. He grabbed her by either side of the head and began to direct her movements.
"Oh, shit, baby!" he groaned. "How about getting on your knees on the side of the bed? I always wanted my ex-wife to suck me that way and she never would."
Quickly Susan left his prick and dropped to her knees beside the bed. He swung his legs off and she fell between them, once more gobbling his prick up to his balls.
"That's so good," he moaned. "I think I'm going to blow your head off when I come."
Susan didn't care. All she cared about was having his huge prick in her mouth and sucking him dry. She tasted his first spurt of cum as she sucked.
"Here it comes, baby!" he said. "Here it comesssss!"
He poured his cum into her mouth and this time she got more than enough for her taste buds. She drank his fuck-juice until his balls were dry, and still she sucked for more.
"Oh, baby," he said, pulling her head away. "Hold on. There'll be time for more. Lots more."
Susan smiled as she looked up to him, because she knew what he said was true.
CHAPTER FOUR
Richard got back to the office at five and closed out the two policies he had sold that day. He was disappointed to find that Margo wasn't there. The boss informed him that Margo usually left at four o'clock.
The boss was pleased with his two policies. Five in one week was a good ratio for any man and Richard had done as much in just two days. The boss had great hopes for Richard's future in the insurance business.
"Lots of money, my boy," the boss said, pounding Richard on the back. "And occasional nookie, too. What man could ask for a better job than this?"
Richard was again smugly pleased with himself as he started home that evening. He was indeed making lots of money and getting lots of nookie. He had figured up his commissions in the office and he had already made two hundred dollars that week.
That was good money for an agent in the field for a few years. It was exceptionally good money for an agent with just two days in the business. If only his ex-wife could see him now, Richard thought as he left the office. Judy had always accused him of being a failure. The truth was he had never really found a job he was suited for . . . until now.
Richard decided he would celebrate his good fortune. He picked out the nicest-looking restaurant on the strip and decided he was going to eat the best steak they offered. Plus he was going to get rip-roaring drunk and fuck every girl in town who would allow it.
He wondered why he had not gotten a divorce and a new job ten years sooner. Marriage and hard construction work never offered good times.
But he knew the answer to why he had not gotten a divorce. Judy. Judy with the sexy legs and the full tits. Judy with the face like a movie star. He still loved her, or his prick did.
He tried to take his mind off Judy as he walked into the restaurant he had chosen. The place was dark and had a sexy atmosphere.
A good-looking hostess came up to him. She was wearing a floor-length evening gown that left no doubt that her panties were black and she had no room for a bra.
He ogled her lustfully for a moment and she didn't complain at his wandering eyes.
"Are you alone, sir?" she asked finally.
"Yes," he answered.
"Have you ever been here before?" she asked in her same soft and silky voice.
"No," he said. "But if all the girls look like you, then I'm going to come back often."
She smiled sweetly at his compliment. "Well, if you're alone," she said, "I'm sure that you'd like our special room with the floor show. It's an interesting show."
"I bet it couldn't be as interesting as what's out here," he said.
She smiled again. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that. Most of the men seem to enjoy it."
"It's a floor show just for men?" he asked. This was beginning to sound very interesting.
"For men who come alone," she said. "If you'll just follow me."
He followed her pert little ass and wondered what kind of room she was talking about. He soon found out. She led him into a room that had a little better light.
There were only a few men inside drinking. A big stage was in the center of the room. Waitresses in short skirts and bare tits were taking orders.
His hostess led him to a corner table and gave him a menu.
"Your waitress will be with you in a moment," she said.
"I'd rather have you."
She gave him another of her sweet smiles. "I'm sorry but this is our busy time. But don't worry. You won't be sorry you came in here."
"I'm sure of that," he said.
He turned his attention to the menu. He picked out the most expensive item. His waitress was not long in coming. She was a dreamy-looking blonde with large, full tits and big nipples. He almost forgot about his food. He was thinking too hard about what those big nipples would taste like in his mouth.
He also noted that her thighs were strong-looking but still very sexy.
He would have liked to sink his prick into her luscious cunt. He was sure that she'd enjoy it. She had that look in her eyes.
"Would you like to order now, sir?" she asked.
"I'd like you," he whispered. "And a bottle of your best bourbon."
"I can get the bourbon," she said. "But I'm afraid that I'm unavailable. My husband wouldn't like it."
"He doesn't have to know," Richard observed.
"I still don't think he'd like it."
Richard looked again at her strong thighs and full tits and he sighed.
"It's a pity," he said, "but if you aren't available, then I guess I'll have to have a steak instead. The best in the house and make it rare."
He was feeling good and he gave her a ten-dollar tip as she left the table. She smiled at him. He thought that, if he put his mind to it, he might not have any trouble getting the blonde. At least it would be fun trying.
He noticed a man walking onto the stage and he turned his attention to the floor show.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "We now present, for the first time in our special blue room, the beautiful Jesse."
He was surprised at the girl who walked out on the stage. She looked as if she wasn't much more than fifteen. She wore an outfit that looked as if it belonged in a girls' school.
Her hair was done in pigtails and she wore huge owl-rimmed glasses. There was nothing attractive about her unless one liked little-girl figures.
She carried a doll and she put it down on a chair as she came in. She gave the impression of innocence and purity, and being entirely unsuited for a place like this.
The waitress brought him his first drink. He took a sip of it.
"Tell me," he asked the waitress. "I thought your floor show was supposed to be something special. I get more of a thrill going to the park."
"Just wait," the waitress laughed. "You'll see how special it is."
Slow music started as his waitress walked away. Richard sipped again at his drink. The little girl on the stage looked entirely unaware of where she was. She looked as if she were in a daze.
Richard sipped again at his drink.
This is a floor show, he thought, then it's a goddamned good thing that I came here to get drunk and maybe find a girl to fuck. There's nothing interesting about a fifteen-year-old child.
The men in the room were complaining. There were some loud catcalls and some of them had gone back to eating and drinking and telling jokes.
Nobody was interested in what the little girl was doing on the stage. Probably most of them had daughters that were fifteen. They had not come out for a night on the town to watch a little girl walk around on a stage.
And then something happened.
The beat of the music seemed to get faster. Swirling lights came from somewhere and illuminated the stage.
Richard looked back at the girl and almost choked. She had undone her hair and it was hanging long and brown to her waist.
Her face looked pale and frightened and she was starting to undress. She swayed to the music and she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. When she finished unbuttoning, she allowed the blouse to fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. There was a gasp in the room.
Her full, creamy tits were naked and there was nothing little-girlish about them. Her brown nipples were huge and she began to run her fingers across them, teasing them until they were hard.
"My God," Richard breathed.
He felt his prick getting hard as the girl danced. She had soon stripped the rest of her clothes off, revealing a body that was full and womanly. Only her face retained the look of childlike innocence.
Finally it was done. The girl smiled and picked up her doll and walked off the stage. There was a soft sigh from the men in the room.
Richard's waitress brought him his steak. Richard was suddenly not as hungry as he had been. His prick was hard and he was so horny he thought he was going to pop right out of his trousers.
"How'd you like Jesse?" his waitress asked.
"I've never seen anyone like her," Richard breathed. "That was quite a performance."
"Would you like to meet her?" his waitress asked.
"Would I?" Richard questioned. "I'd love to meet her. Does she allow visitors?"
"Sometimes," she said. "But only the good-looking ones."
Richard wasn't sure he qualified in that respect, but gone were all thoughts of his steak as he followed the girl from the room. She led him through a long hallway to a dressing room. His waitress knocked at the door.
"Come in."
The voice had a lot of the child in its tone. His waitress smiled and told Richard to go on in. She left him to walk back up the hall. Richard stepped in.
The little girl-woman was sitting at her dressing table. She wore a pale-blue robe that hid her flesh but Richard could still remember those huge tits on the stage.
"Did you like my act?" the girl asked, without turning around.
"I loved it," Richard admitted.
"And were you turned on by it?"
"More than anything."
She turned around. Her face was pale under her dressing-room light.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked. "More than anything."
She reached for him. Her tiny hand searched for and found his zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside his trousers and found his half-hard cock.
"Oh, my," she said. "You were turned on."
She fell to her knees before him and took his cock into her innocent-looking mouth. Her lips were anything but innocent. They knew how to turn a man on.
Slowly she drew her lips over his trembling cock and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue began to tease at his dick while she sucked, while her tiny hand squeezed his balls gently.
"Goddamn," he moaned. "Goddamn."
His cock grew hard and stiff almost immediately and she drew her mouth away. "I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me."
She stood up and let the robe slide slowly off her shoulders and again Richard gasped at the sight of her full and womanly body. There was nothing girlish about her heavy tits and the curve of her ass but her face was just so innocent.
She stretched out on the floor, which was covered by a thick carpet, and she spread her legs wide.
"Please," she said. "I need a man. I get so turned on out there. I need a man's hot cock in my cunt."
Richard quickly dropped his trousers. His cock was already rock-hard and ready. He wanted to give her everything she wanted so badly.
With no argument from her he dropped between her legs and plunged his hard cock into her ready cunt. She began to immediately move again and cry out with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me good!"
He began to drive out and in as hard as he could. She loved it. She met every hard plunge of his cock by lifting her ass up off the floor.
He felt the tingle in his balls and he knew he was ready to come. He began to fuck her harder, wanting her to go with him every bit of the way.
"Ohhhhh, shitttttt!" she moaned. "I'm coming! I'M COMING! Squirt me! I can feel your juice inside my cunt! SQUIRT ME GODDDDD-DDDDH"
They collapsed together on the floor, panting heavily. After a few moments she pushed him away and gathered up her robe.
"You were very good," she said. "Thank you."
Richard knew he had been dismissed. He buckled up his trousers and walked out into the hall. His waitress met him.
"Was everything satisfactory, sir?" she asked, with the faint hint of a smile across her face.
"Everything was perfect," he said.
His waitress was curious. He realized it when he went back to his table to eat his steak. She hovered around him as if she wanted to ask him something but was afraid. He had a feeling that he knew what she wanted to ask.
Finally she came out and said it. "What happened when I took you back there?" she asked.
"Don't you know?" he asked.
"Not really. I've asked a few of the men, but none of them ever want to talk about it. I thought you might want to talk. I know they all come with pleased smiles on their faces so I have a feeling that I know."
"Well," Richard said, finishing the last bite. "Tell me what time you get off work and maybe we can talk about it."
"I told you my husband wouldn't approve."
"He doesn't have to know," Richard said.
He saw the expression of distaste come across her face and he knew he'd lost her. Well, a man can't win them all. She left him and didn't return to his side. He paid his bill, left her a big tip because she did have nice tits, and walked out to his car.
He was opening the door when he heard a noise behind him. It was his waitress.
"Hi," she said. "I just got off. I thought you might offer me a ride home. It's so crowded on the bus this time of the evening."
"Of course," Richard said. "And we can talk about what goes on behind closed doors."
The waitress blushed. He opened the door for her and she got in. She was now dressed in a fluffy sweater and a knee-length skirt.
"I must admit I liked your other outfit better," Richard observed.
She blushed again. "Before I was married, I used to wear a little shorter skirts. I always thought I had pretty legs but my husband doesn't like for me to wear short skirts any more."
Richard put his hand on her knee and he felt her tense up.
"You've got pretty knees," Richard said, slowly massaging her leg. "Very pretty knees. I wouldn't cover up a body like yours. I'd want the entire world to know that I was lucky enough to be married to you."
She didn't say anything and Richard started the car. He drove slowly. He didn't want to hurry the waitress. He knew that if he was lucky enough to get his cock into her, that she would be a class piece of ass.
But he would have to take her slowly. She was not the type to be rushed.
"I don't believe I got your name," Richard said. "I'm Richard Daws."
"I'm Bobbie Andrews. They don't like us to give our right names in the club because men might follow us home or something."
"I'd follow you anywhere," he teased.
Richard turned off the highway and drove up an old road. He knew where he was going. For many years he had dated Judy and often they'd come up and park on old roads. Judy was a parking freak.
"Where are we going?" Bobbie asked.
"I thought we'd talk awhile before I took you home," Richard said. "You know. You were asking questions about what went on behind the door."
"I really think I already know," Bobbie said. "She's a funny person. She does that strip-tease and then she invites men back to her room. She could easily get the men herself, but she picks one out and sends a waitress for him. We've all been kind of curious."
"I bet," Richard said. He stopped the car underneath some shade trees and turned the ignition off.
"We really shouldn't be stopping," Bobbie said. "My husband expects me back anytime and he gets angry."
Richard bent his head and kissed Bobbie on her sweet lips. Her lips were afraid but hungering. Her body was stiff with protest but he knew that it wouldn't take much to bring the fires out.
"She's not very good," Richard said, drawing back. "She just lays down on the carpet and lets you stick it to her. She had a nice body, though."
"You mean," Bobbie gasped, "that you do it on the floor?"
"Where did you expect?"
"I mean, I thought she'd pick the couch or something. I didn't really expect..."
He kissed her again. This time he probed with his tongue and her tongue met his. He could feel her body relaxing, giving way to the hunger that was in her soul.
She pulled back. "Don't," she pleaded. "We shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband. Please don't make me."
"You're burning up," Richard said softly. "You need loving. A woman like you needs taking care of. Your husband hasn't been doing too good a job, has he?"
"No," she admitted.
"Then relax. He'll never know. I'll have you home before he knows it."
She started to protest again, but then his lips were sucking at her lips. His hands were gently squeezing her jugs and Bobbie couldn't control the fires that hungered in her.
It had been a long time for Bobbie. Her husband was a railroad worker. He was very seldom home and usually he was in a bad mood. He was always accusing her of going around with other men.
It wasn't true. She had never gone out with another man, until now, and she had often been tempted. Men offered her money and good times but she had always turned them down.
Tonight was different. Tonight was her birthday and her husband had not even given her a card. He was too concerned with himself to even remember her birthday.
Bobbie knew that he'd probably be stinking drunk when she got home. He might force her to go down on him, to suck his prick until he came, but he would care nothing for Bobbie's satisfaction. Bobbie didn't even think that he wanted her to be satisfied. That would make her too much like the whore he accused her of being.
She still knew it was wrong. She knew it was wrong to have this man's lips at her own, his hands gently squeezing her body, her skirt riding up above her thighs. She knew it was wrong but she was so hot she didn't care.
He drew back from her. Bobbie saw his eyes drop to where her skirt was high up on her thighs. She knew he could see the hint of her yellow panties.
"You're beautiful, Bobbie," he said softly. "Your legs are so beautiful in the moonlight. It makes me want to do this."
At first Bobbie didn't know what he intended. Her husband had never kissed her there. But Richard was dropping his head and his lips were kissing her inner thighs and his tongue was running up until it was at her pussy. She felt his strong hands under her ass and gently squeezing, and then his fingers creeping underneath her panties and tugging them down to her knees.
"I'm going to eat you, Bobbie," Richard Daws said softly. "I'm going to take you to heaven."
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, God yes! I've never felt anything like that. Please eat me!"
Richard bent his head. His tongue slipped past her pubic hairs and slipped into her warm pussy. Bobbie screamed out loud. She had never felt "anything like the tongue that was now doing wonderful things to the inside of her pussy.
Richard found her clit and Bobbie's ass started jumping. She was tingling all over and her clothes suddenly seemed like weights.
"Let me take off my clothes!" she pleaded with him, and he drew back so that she could undress.
Quickly she undid her blouse and unsnapped her bra and let her huge tits breathe again. She unsnapped the buttons of her dress and he helped her slip it off and drop it beside the yellow bra and panties on the floor.
"Let me look at you," Richard said.
He drew back and she posed for him. His eyes were like burning coals as they ran over her entire body. Even her husband had never seen her so naked.
"You're beautiful," he said. "God, you're so beautiful. Beautiful enough to eat and fuck all night long."
"We don't have all night," she said. "But you can do anything you like to me. I'm yours for a while."
Again Richard lowered his head. This time his tongue touched her nipples and sent shooting fires throughout her entire body.
"Oh, God, Richard," she moaned. "That feels so good. You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I've got to fuck you," he said. "I have to stick my cock in your cunt."
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Quickly!"
He took off his clothes so that his cock sprang forth hard and ready. She looked at his magnificent cock and her fingers closed over it. It felt so good in her hands. She imagined what it was going to feel like in her cunt.
"Fuck me, Richard," she said. "Fuck me quickly. Fuck me better than I've ever been fucked."
Richard was quick to oblige her. He pushed her farther down in the seat and he fell across her. He pushed his cock between her thighs to her cunt-mouth.
Bobbie moaned as his cock went in. He was filling her up, filling every inch of her hot cunt, pushing against her cunt-walls and exciting them as they had never been before.
He began to fuck her slowly but she was having none of that. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his back and urged him to a quicker speed.
Gone was any thought of her husband on her birthday. She was concentrating on the long rod that stabbed her, that threatened to drive her ass into the seat.
"Oh, fuck!" she said. "Oh, Jesus Christ! It feels so good! So fucking good!"
The pace began to grow faster. Richard could feel the tingles in his spine and the hot throbbing of his balls and he knew it was going to be a good come. A fucking good come.
"JESUS!" she cried. "Give it to me! Give me all your cum! Oh, God, I can feel you squirting me! Oh, fucking SHITTTTTT!"
As Richard poured his cum into her, she fell against him screaming that it had never been so good. Never.
Richard couldn't believe all the great things that were happening to him. It was strange. He had fucked a little girl with a body like a woman, or a woman with a face like a little girl. And the waitress. My God! She would go down in his books as one of the hottest pieces of ass that he had ever had. And that included his ex-wife Judy.
Only he was still horny. He couldn't explain it, but it seemed like the more he fucked the more pussy he wanted.
His landlady wasn't there when he knocked on the door. A message on the handle said that she had gone out for the evening and did not know when she would be back.
Richard was hot. He needed some more pussy. His prick had already gotten hard from thinking about Louise. Now he was out of luck.
He went up to his room in a bad mood. He heard the noises almost before he reached the top of the stairs. He walked a little softer. He didn't want to alarm anyone.
The noises were coming from the model's room. The door was wide open so he peered in. What he saw made his prick throb with want.
The model was on her knees, lustfully sucking off the old man who lived in the next room. The old man's prick was hard and he looked like he was in heaven.
"Oh, God, Patsy!" he moaned. "Suck me good! Suck my prick good!"
Brushing her long hair back from her eyes, Patsy continued to suck on the old man's prick. She seemed to be enjoying herself. There was a half-smile on her face as she sucked.
"Shit, Patsy!" the old man groaned. "I'm coming! Ahhhhh!"
The old man groaned and jerked and Richard knew he was pouring his sweet fuck-juice down the model's throat. She sucked and swallowed every bit of his jizz and lustily sucked for more.
Richard stepped back from the door as both of them became once more aware of their surroundings.
"Okay," Patsy said finally. "That ought to hold you for a while."
"It sure will," the old man said. "And thanks, Patsy. You're a great girl."
"Sure."
Patsy escorted the old man to the door. Richard hid in the shadows as the old man walked past him to his own room. Richard waited until the old man's door closed before he stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh!" Patsy said, startled. "Have you been there all along?"
"Long enough," he said. "Then you saw?"
"I saw you on your knees sucking the old man off. It looked nice as hell."
"You mean you'd like to get sucked off, too."
"I sure wouldn't mind it."
"Well, come in. This time we'll shut the door. We don't want any other strangers poking their noses in."
As he stepped in, Richard admired Patsy's body. She was not completely naked. She wore a dark pair of panties and a dark bra. Her white flesh was unblemished. Her tits were full and ripe. Her ass, bobbing underneath the panties, was almost perfect.
She turned and he gathered her up in his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded by opening her mouth and letting her tongue out. She knew how to use her tongue. It teasingly pushed against his lips, teeth, and into his throat.
His hands came up to fondle her tits. She pushed them into his hands and began to breathe a little heavier.
"God," she said, drawing back. "I think you need something more than a blow-job."
"You," he agreed. "I need you."
He reached behind her back and unbuttoned her bra. It fell away and her heavy tits pushed into his chest. She felt so firm, so alive, so good.
"I need you bad," he moaned. "Really had."
She reached between his legs and found his hard cock. She unzipped him and pulled his cock out of his trousers. Her soft hands encircled his cock-head and began to slowly jerk him off.
"Jesus," he moaned. "You know how to use your hands. Jesus, that feels good."
She pulled him by his throbbing cock to the bed. She pushed him across it and she fell down on top of him. She began to undress him. She kissed each part of his body that was revealed by his discarded clothing.
When she had him naked, she fell between his legs and gobbled up his prick. Her long hair fell around her tits as she sucked his cock.
He put his hands around her hips and pulled her up his body.
"I need your pussy," he said.
He helped to pull off her dark panties. He started to roll her over but she stopped him.
"No," she said. "I want to be on top."
He was more than willing as she straddled his body. His prick was big and red as she pressed her pussy against it.
"Ahhhh, Jesus, baby!" he said. "Get it in there. Eat my cock up with your pussy!"
She laughed as she sat down on his cock. It went up inside her deep and she slowly began to rock up and down on his cock.
"Mother-fuck," he said softly. "God, that feels good. Better than anything."
"You like my pussy?" she asked in a teasing voice.
He was jerking his ass as he tried to drive deeper into her pussy.
"You know I do," he said. "It feels so fucking tight that it's like it's eating me up."
She began to bounce harder and his prick became engorged with lust.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck! I can feel it coming! Oh, it's coming, baby! Oh, fuckkkkkk! FUCKKKKK!!"
She fell against him as he squirted his warm fuck-juices into her hot cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Louise had waited until eight o'clock that evening in Richard's room. She knew that it wasn't a nice thing to wait for a man in his room but she couldn't help herself. She had gone too long without a male cock. And Richard had taken her places that she had never been before.
She could still taste his cum on her lips. The salty smell of his cock when he had put it into her mouth. She could still imagine how it had been swallowing his cum, and the hot tingles of her pussy as she had sucked him off.
She was hot for a cock. She just couldn't help it. By eight o'clock she had been climbing the walls. She needed a dick in her cunt and it didn't matter whose.
She went against the things she believed in and left her house to look for a man.
She wasn't sure of how to go about picking up a man, but she was sure that there would be horny men out there somewhere willing to give her what she needed. Perhaps she wasn't the type that men approached, or perhaps she just wasn't pretty enough to compete with all the girls in the bars she entered, but she found that no men seemed too interested in her. She was about to give up hope when she entered a dark lounge. She ordered a vodka and took a seat at the bar. She saw the man leering at her almost as soon as she sat down.
He wasn't the type of man she would have chosen. He was a blond-headed giant with full lips and cruel-looking eyes. She felt his eyes travel up her legs and rest on her thighs. She had a moment of panic. She pulled her skirt down below her knees and tried to ignore the man.
She was horny but this was a man she didn't want to mess with. She knew he could be cruel and he probably liked to hurt women. She didn't want anything to do with a man like that.
He came to her side. He sat down on the empty stool next to hers and he put a hand on her arm. His heavy hand sent a shiver through her arm, despite her reluctance.
"You're a pretty thing," he said softly. "Let me pay for your drink."
She started to protest but he had already paid the bartender.
"There's a place upstairs," he said, "where you can finish your drink in privacy."
She wanted to get out of the place quickly but she hesitated and the big man put a hand on her elbow. His hand squeezed tight and she slowly climbed up from the stool and allowed herself to be pushed towards the stairs. "Have fun," the bartender said. She saw the bartender's gleaming eyes and she knew that he was aware of what was going to happen upstairs. He smacked his lips as if he, too, would like to participate.
The blond giant pushed her up the stairs. His hand left her elbow and pushed against the small of her back and then dropped lower to rub against her ass. There was nothing gentle about his caress. His hand slipped up under her dress and pinched the cheek of her ass and she knew that it was going to be just as bad as she feared.
The big man pushed her into a room and closed the door behind him. The room was empty except for a big bed. There was a pin-up of a naked girl on the wall. She was bent over a table and the blond giant was pushing an enormous meaty cock into her asshole.
"No!" Louise said. "I can't stay here!"
She expected to be forced. She expected him to strike her, but instead he smiled gently.
"Of course," he said. "I would never force a woman. You may leave if you like. The door's open."
He walked past her to the bed and began to disrobe. First he took off his shirt and revealed a hairy, masculine chest that was a beautiful sight to a woman starved for a man. With practiced ease he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall.
His cock hung limply between his legs, but even as she watched she could see it growing. He put one hand around the head and gave it a stroke.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" he questioned.
"Yes," she answered.
"Well?" he questioned. "Are you leaving or are you staying?"
She knew she should open the door and run back down the stairs. There would be other men who would be willing to appease her hunger. She didn't have to take this man. Yet, her feet just wouldn't seem to obey her. She knew she was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been. But she also knew that he was exciting her, more than any man had ever excited her. She had to stay.
"Well?" he asked again.
"I'm staying," she whispered.
"Good. Then take your goddamn clothes off. I want to see your body. All of it."
His voice had suddenly grown harsh but commanding. She could do nothing but obey. Her hands went to her blouse and she undid the buttons. She had worn no bra. Her naked flesh was revealed as she dropped the bra to the floor.
"Hurry," he commanded. "I want to see your cunt. I want to see what I'm going to get to fuck."
The words sent trembles of passion throughout her entire body. Her fingers hurriedly pulled at the zipper of her skirt and she let it down. She dropped it to the floor and peeled off her panties. She stood naked before him.
"Very nice," he said. "I like it."
His words of approval made her feel good inside. Her pussy was growing hotter by the moment. She wanted to feel his cock fucking her the way he was fucking the girl in the picture.
"Come here," he commanded.
She practically ran to him. He put one heavy hand on her head and forced her down to her knees.
"Suck it up good, little bitch," he said. "Suck it up good and Poppa will give you a present."
This was nothing like the excitement she had felt with her husband or even with the insurance man. This was something different. She had never felt so completely owned before. It was as if the blond giant was the owner of her soul, the God of her being. She would do anything for him.
She touched her lips to his meaty cock-head and slowly licked at it. After a moment, he grew impatient and bent her head back. Her neck hurt as he pulled her hair and bent her back to the floor.
"Listen," he said. "If I say suck, you suck. You don't tease. You put your mouth on my cock and you give me what I want. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"Good. Then put your goddamn mouth on my prick. I want to see some good sucking, baby."
This time she didn't touch her lips to his cock-head. This time she lowered her mouth, opened her lips, and accepted his big prick into her mouth. She went as" low as she could without gagging. She drew in as much cock as she could. She began to use her tongue and her lips.
"That's good, baby," he moaned. "That's real good. That's how I like it."
She became aware of someone else in the room. She drew back like she had been stung. For a moment the blond giant stood looking at her as if he couldn't believe it.
Louise was trying to get up to her feet. Another girl had entered the room from a door that Louise had thought was a closet. She was a beautiful girl. She wore only a football shirt that hid her large tits but didn't cover the golden beaver between her thighs.
"What the hell are you doing?" the blonde giant roared at Louise. "Suck my prick!"
"But she-" Louise started to protest.
The blond giant struck her. It was a hard blow and it sent her reeling backwards. She tried to get out of the way of his heavy hand, but she couldn't. He struck her again and again on the sides of her head. Finally he stopped.
"You're mine," he said softly. "From the moment you walked in the door, your mouth, your ass, your cunt belonged to me. You'll do anything I say to do and you'll love it. That's the kind of woman you are."
She was bleeding from a cut hp. She looked again at the girl. The girl had sat down on the edge of the bed. She wasn't smiling. She was looking sadly at Louise.
"I'm Velvet," she said. "Don't worry about me. I just like to watch."
She nodded. She couldn't refuse again as the blond giant forced her head once more to his cock. She took his cock in until it was deep in her throat. It felt good. She wondered why her husband had never demanded this of her. Suddenly it didn't matter that the girl was looking on. Nothing mattered except the excitement she was getting from the huge cock in her mouth.
She wanted him to come in her mouth and she began to suck his prick with urgency. She knew he was nearing his come because his cock was growing in her mouth.
"No," he said, pulling away from her. "I don't want it like that. Not this time."
She protested as he walked over to the bed. Velvet ran her fingers gently over his hard and throbbing cock and she bent her head to kiss the red tip.
"How do you want me?" Louise asked.
The blonde giant smiled. He pushed Velvet away from his cock and motioned up at the picture. "Like that," he said. Louise looked once more at the picture on the wall. The girl Louise now knew as Velvet was bent over the bed at an awkward angle. She had her ass high in the air and her head was hanging off the bed. It looked uncomfortable and it looked like it would hurt. But she knew that she could refuse this man nothing.
"I bet you have a virgin ass," the blond giant said.
"Yes," Louise admitted. She knew it was going to be painful. Again she wondered why she simply did not run out of the room. But the blond giant motioned her toward the bed and she went. Velvet helped to position her.
She felt the bed creak as the blond giant climbed on the other side.
"Please be gentle," Louise pleaded.
"You don't want that," the blond man chided. "You don't want anything gentle. You want to be treated like a whore. I know your kind, baby."
Velvet did not move from her head. Velvet's eyes were kind as she looked down at Louise. Velvet knew the pain of it. She had come to the blond giant's bar for the first time five years before. She had been newly married, just a young wife bored with housework who had decided that she would have a fun day to herself.
She had taken her husband to his accounting office that morning and then she had gone home and changed into something short and sexy.
She'd had no real intention of being unfaithful to her husband. She'd just wanted to have a few drinks and flirt a little, like all the times she'd had when she had been single. There was no harm in that, she thought.
The blond giant's bar had been the last one she had gone into.
She'd had a couple of drinks but she didn't like the place. She left and started out to her car. The blond giant was sitting on her fender when she got there.
"I saw you inside, baby," he said, smiling. "That's my bar."
Velvet had tried to play tough, even though the blond giant frightened her.
"Get the hell off my car," she said.
He hit her then. He hit her in the pit of her stomach and it doubled her up. She almost fell to the pavement but his strong arms caught her. He opened the back door of her car and set her down.
He swept her legs up and he sat down beside her with her legs across his lap. He closed the car door.
"We're going to have a little fun, baby," he said gently. "Just me and you."
She knew then that she was going to get raped. She knew he was too strong for her to fight, and she didn't want him to hurt her badly. She resigned herself to it with the knowledge that she was going to take the bastard to court when he was done. She wouldn't be too ashamed to stand up in court and tell what he had done.
He ran his strong arms up under her skirt and began to rub her cunt-mound. Despite herself, she felt the first tingle of excitement. She couldn't believe her body. It took her husband many hours sometimes to arouse her enough to make love. Her husband didn't seem to mind and she had thought it normal. But this man's rough hands were making her tingle at his touch.
His hand roughly grasped her panties and ripped them off. His finger slid easily into her hot cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned.
"Like that?" he grinned. "I thought you would."
He began to finger-fuck her cunt and it nearly drove her out of her mind. She had known no man's hands except her husbands and his hands had never done these things to her.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesusssss!"
"I won't let you come like that," he said. "I've got other plans."
And then he turned her over so that her legs were bent beneath her and her naked ass was pointing at him. She realized what he wanted and she tried to fight but he was simply too strong for her.
She felt his hard prick pushing against her asshole.
"Not that!" she screamed. "Please! I'll do anything, but don't do that to me!"
But he paid no attention to her. He pushed his prick hard against her and his prick slowly went inside her asshole. She screamed and begged for mercy. She passed out and when she awakened he was still pounding away at her ass. And then something happened. Then she was getting feelings that she'd never had before. Tingles that traveled over her entire body making her nipples hard and her pussy hot.
She began to beg him to fuck her ass harder and he laughed out loud at his conquest. In those few moments she knew more climaxes than her husband could give her in a month.
She was pushing back for even more as he emptied his jizz into her ass.
She remained like that as he withdrew his prick from her shitter and wiped it on her clothes. He stuck it back into his trousers and gave her a little pat on the ass.
"Fucking good, baby," he said. "Come back and we'll do it some more. I'll teach you some things."
Velvet had no intention of going back. She was sure that she was going to the police. But she had changed her mind. She had told no one. And after two weeks passed, she had went back and he had fucked her again in his bed upstairs and he had allowed other men to fuck her. Five years, and Velvet still kept coming back.
She looked down at the woman she held and she knew that Louise, like herself, would start coming back. And Louise had no idea of the forms of degradation that she would be put through. But she would love it and she would keep coming back for it.
"Help me," the blond giant said.
Velvet jumped at his command. She left Louise's head and crawled across the bed. She parted the cheeks of Louise's ass and put a dab of cream on the head of the blond giant's prick. She guided his cock to Louise's asshole.
Louise screamed at the blond giant's tearing entry. She screamed again as he drove deeper into her asshole. She had never known such pain. For a moment she blacked out.
Then his cock was deep in her ass and he was fucking her with hard strokes. The pain began to leave her body and suddenly pleasure took over. She felt completely relaxed as the cock pounded her butt and she knew then that she was going to love ass-fucking. Or anything else the blonde giant wanted.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, please fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
The blond giant quickened his pace and Velvet once more came back to Louise's head. Velvet took Louise's head in her soft hands and cradled her.
"Kiss her!" the blond giant commanded in a gasping voice as he fucked.
Velvet and Louise bent their heads together and touched lips. Velvet had kissed another woman before. Louise never had and she found the sensation strangely exciting. Velvet drew back out Louise followed her with hungering lips. Again Velvet lowered her head and the two women kissed this time with a roaring passion.
Velvet couldn't help herself. Being kissed by the soft Louise was raising the passion in her body. She reached her hands underneath Louise and grasped the woman's tits. They felt good in Velvet's hands, so warm and soft. Velvet began to squeeze them softly.
"Oh, God!" Louise groaned. "Oh, God, Velvet, that feels so good. I almost can't stand it!"
She felt the blond giant behind her sink his prick deep into her asshole and shudder. Louise could feel his jizz come bursting out and she liked the feel of it in her ass.
The blond giant withdrew and Louise found herself being pushed backwards on the bed. Velvet's warm mouth was suddenly at her tits and Velvet's naked body was rubbing against her own.
Velvet was too far gone to stop. She had Louise's soft tits in her mouth and she was rubbing the nipple between her teeth, and her own cunt was growing hotter. She withdrew and peeled the shirt off her body. She saw Louise's eyes widen at the sight of her proud-looking tits.
Louise sucked in as much of the creamy flesh as she could take into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the blond giant smiling. He rubbed one of his huge hands along her thigh.
Louise began to tongue Velvet's nipple as Velvet had done to her own. Velvet seemed to grow crazy with excitement. Velvet pushed her titties harder against Louise's mouth, her urgent voice begging Louise to take more and more tit into her mouth.
Louise's cunt was burning as it never had with a man. She wanted something in it. She didn't care what. She opened her eyes and looked imploringly at the blond giant. She saw him smiling as she reached for his prick. She began to massage it back to hardness again.
"Yes, little one," he said. "I know what you want."
While Velvet sucked on Louise's tits, the big blond giant crawled between Louise's legs. He positioned himself between her legs with his huge staff brushing against Louise's pussy hair.
"Tell me what you want," the blond giant commanded.
"I want your prick," Louise pleaded. "I want your big hot cock inside of me."
The blond giant smiled again and suddenly gave a hard plunge. His prick was buried up to his balls in Louise's pussy. He began to fuck her cunt with hard, long strokes while Louise gloried in the sound of his balls slapping loudly against her.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "Oh, God, it feels so good! I can't stand it! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
Velvet seemed to sense the climax building in Louise's body. She began to renew her efforts at sucking Louise's creamy flesh. Velvet was hot herself and she slipped her fingers between her legs and massage her clit.
"Fuck!" Louise cried. "Oh, Jesus fuck! Oh, fuckkkkkk!"
At the same time she felt the blond giant erupt and she could feel his white seed pouring into her box. She lifted her legs so that she could capture every drop.
Velvet's teasing lips fell away from her tits and the blond giant fell beside her.
"You are good, little one," he said. "You are very fucking good."
Louise relaxed with a soft smile on her face.
CHAPTER SIX
It was early the next morning when Richard finally had a chance to be alone in the office with Margo. The boss was out for coffee and most of the agents were with him. Richard had remained behind to catch up on some unfinished work. Anyway, that was the excuse he used.
"How's everything going?" he asked Margo after everyone had left.
"Okay," Margo answered.
"I was just wondering," he said, clearing his throat.
"Yes?"
"Well, if you weren't doing anything this evening, I wondered if we could have dinner together."
"Dinner?" Margo looked shocked. "You want to go out for dinner?"
"Yes," he said.
Margo flashed him a brief smile. She leaned back in her chair so that her short skirt ran up above her white thighs.
"What you really want," she said, "is to get laid. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Good. I like to get all the nonsense out of the way. Here, I'll write down my address."
She wrote down her address on a piece of yellow legal paper and handed it to him.
"Be there at seven and I'll have a little surprise for you."
"Surprise?" he questioned.
"Yes. I guarantee you a time you'll never forget."
Richard wasn't sure about what she meant but he knew he was not going to miss it. He promised he would be there at seven.
He knew it was going to be hard getting through the rest of the day. He was too excited wondering what Margo meant and it was hard enough to concentrate on insurance.
He sold one policy before lunch. After he had eaten a hamburger, he went back out again. He told himself that he was going to stop before three so that he could get home and rest awhile.
He tried one of the poor-looking developments after lunch. The boss had wanted him to go through it, but Richard had been putting it off. He didn't like the looks of the place.
On the first stop a middle-aged woman came to the door. She looked tired but not unattractive. She wore a skin-tight pair of white shorts and a blue halter top. Her tits, under the halter top, looked large and firm, and Richard felt himself responding to her sexy body.
"Hello," he said. "I'm with Proven Insurance."
Donna Medlin didn't like insurance men. She knew her husband was in need of insurance but they didn't make very much and everything went to housing and groceries.
"Go away," she said. "We don't need anything."
She especially didn't like the way this young insurance agent was staring at her. It was like he could see right through her halter top to her naked tits. The thought made her very uncomfortable.
"If you like," the man said. "I'll just step in and show you what we have. You might find something that interests you."
"Nothing you've got interests me," Donna said.
"Not even my cock?" he questioned. "It's long and hard and just right for you." At first Donna couldn't believe her ears. She stepped back in shock and the insurance man took that opportunity to step through her door and close it behind him.
"Let's step into your living room," Richard Daws told her. "We can see better in there."
Donna led the way. When they entered their dingy living room, Donna turned to face him. She was beginning to get her courage back.
"Now listen-" she began.
He dropped his case on the floor and grabbed her by the arm. He jerked her to him and his lips touched hers. His tongue was a fiery thing, searching between her lips.
She pushed him back and gasped for breath.
"Get out of here," she said. "Get out of here before I call the police."
Richard Daws smiled. "We'll make a deal," he said. "I know you need the insurance. We'll take a policy out."
"But I haven't the money to pay," Donna protested.
"You won't be paying me with money," he said. "You'll be fucking me to pay the premiums."
Donna turned a pale white. She had never met anyone like this insurance man. He said what he wanted. She was afraid. Her knees began to tremble. She had to sit down on the couch.
"Well," he said. "If you don't like my deal, I'll pack up and walk out. Accept my deal and I'll pay the premium for a piece of ass each month."
Donna wanted to say no. She wanted to order the man out of the house. Yet, something about the man interested her. And she knew she would never have the money to buy a policy. What he asked was nothing more than her husband got every time he wanted.
"Okay," Donna whispered.
Richard Daws smiled again. "Let's go up to your bedroom. I don't want to screw in the living room. Too uncomfortable. I want my money's worth."
Donna nodded. Richard followed her through the house to the back bedroom. Richard was walking on air. It had been almost too easy. Of course, he wouldn't do this with very many women. It would cost him too much!
The bedroom was small and dingy-looking. Almost as bad as the living room. Someone had tried to put cheap wallpaper up in the bedroom and it made things looks worse.
Donna was uncertain about what to do. She fingered a button on her halter top as she looked at the tall man in her bedroom. This was the first time a man had ever been in her bedroom except for her husband.
"Take off your clothes," Richard demanded.
Donna trembled as she slowly unbuttoned the halter top. She shrugged it off her shoulders and it dropped to the bare floor. She dropped her eyes in shame, for the insurance man was staring at her full tits. She flinched as he reached out a hand and ran his fingers gently across one nipple.
"Very nice," Richard said. "Very nice. I bet your husband loves to suck on these." . "Yes," Donna admitted.
"I don't blame him. So soft. So firm. Right now I have to kiss them."
Richard bent his head and gently licked one of her tits. She shuddered. He drew back. His eyes had gone hard.
"You don't like me, do you?" he questioned.
"No," she admitted.
Donna didn't want to say that it was not really dislike she felt for the insurance man but fear. She was afraid of his self-confidence, afraid of the knowing leer in the eyes.
"Well that's all right," he said. "You don't have to like me to fuck me. And I think you're going to enjoy it despite yourself."
He bent his head and again captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He began to roll it gently between his lips and then suddenly sucked all of the nipple deep into his throat. He sucked more of her flesh in than her husband ever had.
While he sucked on her boob, his hands began to roam all over her body. They fondled her full ass and gently brushed her thighs. His fingers searched for and found her clit. She groaned.
He drew back. "Take the rest of it off and lay down on the bed. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
She saw the look in his eyes and knew that he meant it. She unbuttoned the shorts and let them fall. She never wore underclothes. She heard him gasp at the big black bush between her legs.
Her bush had been something her husband had always found amazing.
"Jesus," Richard said. "That looks good. Has your husband ever put his tongue in?"
Donna was shocked again. Her husband had never even mentioned doing anything like that! She had thought about it a few times. She had even been tempted to ask him but she had been afraid that he would be angry.
"He hasn't, has he?" Richard said, noting the expression on her face. "Well, we're soon going to fix that."
He pushed her backwards on the bed and she lay there without trying to hide anything. She spread her legs to give him a better view. After all, that was what he was paying for.
He began to undress. She was very interested in seeing what was between his legs. She had never seen any other cock besides her husband's. His was small and thick. She waited in anticipation as Richard Daws stripped off all his clothes except his shorts.
He walked over to the bed and stood beside her. "You can do this," he said.
Her hands tangled in the band of his shorts and tugged them down. His cock sprang out beautifully stiff. She gave a gasp. It was not anything like her husband's. Richard's cock was long and stiff and crowned with a huge head. It was beautiful!
"Kiss it," Richard commanded.
She bent her head and took the throbbing pole into her mouth. She liked the first taste of cock. She sucked more of his rod in. She felt a heat began to start in her pussy. She had to have more of his cock in her mouth. It was the most enjoyable thing she had ever known. She sucked his cock in almost to his balls.
"Jesus Christ," Richard said. "Do you want me to come without getting in you?" Donna drew back immediately. She loved the taste of his cock, but she wanted it inside of her cunt much more. She lay back once more and spread her legs wide.
"Come to me," she whispered. "Come fuck me."
"Sure, baby," he said, "but first, what I promised you were going to feel."
Donna wondered what he meant, but she wasn't long in finding out. Richard lay down between her thighs. His tongue brushed against her thighs and she shivered.
"I'm going to eat your sweet pussy, baby," he said.
Donna cried out as his tongue parted the bush between her legs and slipped into her pussy. His tongue began to drive in and out of her cunt like a cock.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, fuck. Nothing ever felt like that! Oh, God!"
His experienced tongue lapped at her gash. It seemed like every part of her body was feeling that delicious tongue.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said. "I'm getting close!"
His tongue drew back despite her protesting.
"No," he said. "I want you to come while my cock's inside of you. I want to be fucking."
"Oh, yes!" she agreed.
His big prick poised at the opening of her cunt for only a moment. Then she felt him give a jerk and his prick plunged deeply into her cunt. He let it remain still for a moment as Donna felt the excitement and tension build in her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she begged. "Go ahead and fuck me until I'm crazy!"
He began to drive his cock hard into her cunt and she raised her legs high. She began to move in ways that she had never moved with her husband. She could tell Richard was enjoying it. He was groaning and sweating and speaking her name softly. Their rhythm became faster as she wrapped her long legs around his back.
"Oh, God!" he cried. "Oh, God, you feel so good! So fucking good and tight! Such a sweet, sweet piece of ass!"
Her husband had never talked to her and she found she was excited by it. She was excited by the foul words he called her as they fucked.
"Oh, Jesus," she said, "I'm coming! I'm tearing apart! I can feel myself dying! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! FUUUCCCKKK!!"
He came at the same time she did, his seed pouring into her and she raising her hips so that she could catch every drop of his cum in her cunt.
Finally he fell away. She lay there for a moment, with her eyes closed and her legs spread. She had never felt so royally fucked before.
"Oh, God," she said. "That felt so good."
Richard Daws laughed softly.
Richard got back to his apartment a little before four. He had spent a half-hour writing up a quick policy for the Medlin family and leaving it for her husband to sign. He knew she would find some way of explaining how she could afford to have the policy.
He showered and thought about Donna Medlin. Damn, she was a hot little piece. She had begged him to stay until her husband was due home. She had told him she would do anything he wanted, any way he wanted. It was a tempting offer but he wanted to save himself for the date with Margo. He had allowed her to suck his prick for a while before he left. In fact, while he had been writing out the policy, she had been on her knees, underneath the kitchen table, lustily sucking on his prick.
He left the shower and dried himself off. He lay down on the bed after making himself a drink. As he sipped it, he thought about Margo. He wondered what her surprise was going to be.
He must have drifted off to sleep because he awakened again at six-thirty. He got up and dressed hurriedly. Louise was coming in as he left. She was looking tired. He wondered if she'd been working too hard. He hadn't seen much of her since they had fucked.
Margo's house was in a rich-looking section. He parked in the driveway and walked up to the door. He knocked. He expected Margo to answer. Instead, it was a young girl of about twelve or thirteen.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Tammie. Margo's in the kitchen."
Richard followed the young girl into the family room. Sitting at a table writing was an older woman. She was in her forties but she was still attractive. She raised her head when she saw Richard.
"Have a seat, Richard," she said. "I'm Margo's mother, Karen. This is her sister, Tammie. We've been looking forward to your visit."
Margo's mother stood up to shake his hand. She wore a knee-length skirt and Richard had already admired the firm-looking legs beneath it. She also wore a plain white blouse that fitted the contours of her womanly tits.
"Have a seat," Karen said. "Margo will be out in a moment."
Richard sat down on the couch. He noticed that Tammie was staring at his crotch. He told himself that he was just being crazy, but it seemed like she was.
Margo came in. She was looking beautiful. Her hair was done up on her head and she wore a floor-length gown that seemed plastered to her body.
Richard stood up and Margo flattened herself against him. Her lips touched his and her tongue slipped in between his lips. He was shocked. He drew back just as her hand touched his half-hard prick.
"Why, Richard," Margo laughed. "I didn't know you were shy."
"I'm not," Richard said. He looked around at Karen and Tammie staring at them. "But your mother and sister are here."
"I know that, silly," Margo said. "Didn't I promise you an evening you'd never forget?"
"My husband travels a lot," Karen said. "We don't see very much of him. A woman can get awful lonesome, so Margo is in charge of the entertainment."
"And tonight you're the entertainment," Margo said.
Richard was suddenly afraid. He liked sex, but there was something in the eyes of the two women that he didn't like. A wild look. Even Tammie was looking at him with a strange gleam in her eye.
"I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay," Richard said. He wouldn't have minded having sex with two women or even six women, but he just didn't like the expressions. It was almost like they didn't like men.
"You're not leaving," Margo said.
Her voice had suddenly lost its softness and gone very hard. He saw bitterness in her eyes.
Richard pushed her away and turned away from them. He started toward the front door.
"I don't think I like this," he said. "When I have sex, it's going to be my way. So I'll see you later, Margo."
"Stop," Margo's voice was commanding. He looked over his shoulder. Margo had taken a small revolver from her pocket. It was pointing at his chest.
"Are you crazy? Put that down."
"Take off your clothes," Margo commanded. "Slowly and to music."
Tammie put on a record, and a soft melody filled the air. Richard's hands began to sweat.
"I won't kill you," Margo said. "I'll just hurt you a little bit and we'll tell the police that you tried to break in on us. Three women alone and you a hot and horny pervert. I think they'll believe our story. Now strip."
"But this is rape," Richard protested.
"Exactly," Margo said. "I told you it would be an exciting evening."
Richard did as he was told. He was thinking that' he would get a chance to get hold of the little gun of Margo's, and then he would make them jump to his tune. But right now he had to do as he was told.
He slowly stripped off his clothes. All three of them stared hungrily at him as he undressed. Finally he was naked. He couldn't help the excitement he felt when they looked at his prick. It began to grow hard.
"Look, Mother," Tammie whispered. "He's not like the others. He's getting a hard-on already."
"I told you he was special," Margo said.
"What now?" Richard asked.
"Now," Margo said, smiling sweetly. "Now you watch. You watch until your cock's very hard."
Margo handed the gun to her mother. She unzipped her gown and let it float to the floor. She was naked underneath. Richard felt his breath leave him. She was beautiful. Her well-tanned body was flawless.
Margo lay down on the soft carpeted floor.
"Come here, Tammie," Margo said. "Come make me happy."
Richard gasped. The twelve-year-old sister of Margo knelt beside her. Her small hands trembled as she touched her sister's flesh.
Tammie had loved her sister before. She loved the taste of her sister's sweet flesh. She loved the firm tits rubbing against her youthful body.
Tammie lowered her head and captured one of Margo's delicious nipples between her teeth. Margo began to groan as she rubbed and teased the spot where her legs joined.
"Oh, Tammie," Margo said. "Suck me good. Suck me all the way into your mouth. Make me happy, Tammie."
Tammie took more of the creamy flesh of her sister into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched Richard Daws. His face was sweating and his body trembling. She dropped her eyes to his prick. His prick was large and red and magnificent-looking. She thought she had never seen anything so beautiful.
She began to work on her sister with a renewed urgency. Tammie's lips teased and bit at the sweet-tasting flesh. Margo began to groan. Tammie's tongue traveled down the length of Margo's stomach until it touched at her beaver.
"Oh, God," Richard Daws said softly.
Tammie almost laughed as her probing tongue parted Margo's bush and entered her cunt. Tammie was enjoying her task. She had eaten her sister many times and each time had been more fun than before.
Margo spread her legs wider as Tammie's tongue continued to prod at her gash. Margo's cunt was clean-smelling and tasty. Tammie sucked some of the flesh into her mouth. Margo was moving and groaning loudly.
"Do it, Tammie!" Margo cried out, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. "Eat me good!"
Tammie began to slip her tongue in and out of Margo's cunt very quickly. She could taste the sweet juices of Margo's snatch beginning to flood her mouth.
"Goddamn!" Margo cried. "Oh, suck my cunt good!"
Tammie enjoyed herself all the more knowing that Richard was standing there looking uncomfortable. She knew his prick would be rock-hard and he would be soon ready to put it anywhere.
Margo flooded Tammie's mouth with her juices and Tammie sucked and swallowed until Margo ceased trembling.
"Oh, God," Margo said, putting her hand in Tammie's hair. "That was good, baby. The best ever."
Richard Daws couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gone were all his thoughts of escape, or fear of the gun that was being held in the steady hands of Karen. Now all that mattered was the urgent need of his hard prick.
"Look at that," Karen said. "Look at his hard prick. He's ready to stick it in."
"Poor thing," Margo looked sympathetic. "We'll have to do something about that. Hand me the gun, Momma."
Karen handed over the small revolver to Margo. Margo stood up with the pistol still pointed at Richard's chest.
"Come here," Margo said.
Richard approached her. With her free hand Margo reached between his legs and began to fondle his hard prick. It felt good. Her soft, experienced fingers sent him into heaven.
Margo stepped back. "Now screw Mother. She's hot. Undress her and fuck her. She's yours."
Richard looked at Karen. She seemed frightened, but she pushed her tits forward at him with a smile on her face.
"Mother's never joined our games before in an active way," Margo explained, "but I can tell she likes you. This time she won't just watch. This time she's going to get a prick in her cunt."
Richard needed no more urging. He took Karen's blouse in his hands and ripped it away. She was wearing a white bra and he ripped it away, also. Her big, creamy tits spilled forward and he stepped back to admire them.
"Yes," Karen said, her eyes opened wide. "Treat me rough. That's what I want. Treat me rough."
Richard smiled. He turned to Margo. "Put the goddamn gun away," he commanded. "From now on I run things."
For a moment he thought his bluff wasn't going to work. But then Margo seemed to give in. She put the gun in a desk drawer and closed it.
"Okay," she agreed. "From now on it's your party."
Richard turned back to Karen. Her face had grown pale. "So you like to be treated rough," he said. "I'll show you how rough I can get."
He slapped her hard across the face. Tammie started to protest but Margo caught her arm.
"No, Tammie," Margo said. "Can't you tell that's what Momma wants? What she's always wanted?" Richard slapped her again and knocked her on her back on the couch. Her skirt rose up above her thighs and she tried to pull it down.
"No, goddamn it," Richard said. "Leave it there. Leave it there so your daughters can see what kind of whore you really are."
Karen turned her face away from her daughters but she left her skirt where it was.
"Now," Richard said. "Now I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to beg, you little whore."
Karen shook her head. Richard took hold of her hair and forced her head backwards. He slapped her a couple of more times.
"Beg, whore!" he said. "Beg or you'll never get my hard prick in your hot cunt. Beg, you bitch."
"Okay," Karen nodded. "I'll beg but don't hurt me any more."
"Beg," Richard commanded.
"Please fuck me," Karen said. "Please put your cock in my cunt. Oh, please fuck me! Treat me rough and fuck me until I'm sore! I need your cock!"
Richard dropped between her open thighs. He took hold of her flimsy panties and ripped them off. He pushed her skirt up higher so that he could see her blonde thatch.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Please fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Richard was aware that Margo and Tammie had drawn closer. He could hear their heavy, slow breathing. He knew they were excited by the thought of their mother getting fucked right before their eyes.
Richard fell across her heavy tits and began to kiss her on the mouth. Her tongue was a fiery, tiny thing as it entered his mouth. He pushed his prick between her thighs.
She reached between their legs and guided his cock to her pussy. She bucked her hips as his prick went in, drawing it deep.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried, drawing away. "That feels so good. I've needed a good, strong prick."
"Oh, Momma," Tammie said as Richard began to pound her into the couch.
Her long legs raised high as he fucked her and she was making soft little sounds. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anyone. There was nothing gentle in his fucking. He wanted her to feel fucked and fucked hard, like she had been used as the cheapest little whore on the block.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus fuck! You're going to kill me! Oh, you'll kill me! Oh, God!"
Richard suddenly drew out. He had another idea. She was protesting as he turned her over on her stomach and pulled her ass high.
"I'm not done," he assured her. "I want you to feel my prick in your asshole."
"Oh, no!" Karen protested. "I've never done that! Oh, please don't do that to me!"
Richard reached beneath them and began to squeeze her luscious tits. "Feel it, cunt," he said. "Feel my prick against your ass."
"Don't hurt her," Tammie pleaded. But neither Margo or Tammie tried to stop him.
He laughed as he pushed his prick into her asshole.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "That hurts! Stop! Oh, please stop! Don't hurt me any more."
"Shut up, bitch," Richard snarled. "Just move your ass. I'll give you a good ass-fucking."
He knew he was hurting her as he pressed his prick into her tiny shitter, but he also knew she wanted to be hurt. She was one of those ladies who wanted to be treated like a cunt. Cool on the outside but all cunt when the clothes were off.
"Feel it," he said. "Feel my prick going into your asshole. You're going to love it, cunt!"
He pushed harder and his prick went deep into her shit-chute. She screamed, and fought to escape but he began to fuck her harder.
Tammie was trembling. She wanted to rush forward and help her mother but something held her back. She could hear the slap of his balls against her mother's ass. She could see the sweat breaking out on her mother's forehead.
Tammie suddenly knew why she didn't want to stop them. There was something exciting about seeing the man's long, slim prick going into her mother's asshole. Something that made her own pussy hot with wanting.
Margo walked toward them and at first Tammie thought Margo was going to stop them. But Margo was simply trying to get in on the action. Margo approached her mother's head and spread her legs wide. Karen knew what her daughter wanted. She raised her head and began to lick at Margo's pussy even when the huge cock pounded her asshole.
Tammie stuck her fingers between her own legs and began to massage her clit. Anything to get release from the heat she was feeling. She fell to the floor still massaging her cunt and watching that huge prick drive her mother's ass into the couch.
Tammie was going crazy. She couldn't get a good hold of herself with all her clothes still on. She had never undressed in their little games before. Usually she had just eaten Margo and then had watched the man fuck Margo. This time it was different. Quickly she stripped off her clothes. She saw Richard looking at her while he fucked her mother. She pointed her legs towards him and spread her thighs wide. He could look at her immature body as her fingers massaged her cunt.
He actually looked interested in her body. He stuck his tongue out as if he would actually like to eat her pussy. His tongue made Tammie hotter than before and she began to drive her finger in her cunt with urgency.
"Will you look at that!" Margo exclaimed.
Karen drew her head away from Margo's pussy and looked at her younger daughter. Tammie had her head back, her eyes closed, and her fingers desperately massaging her pussy.
Karen had a sudden feeling that everything was wrong. It had been fine when it was just Margo nude and Tammie eating her pussy. But now Richard Daws had changed everything so that it seemed wrong. She knew she could have pulled away but she didn't want that either. She was beginning to love the feeling of his cock driving into her hot asshole.
"Jesus," she said, resigning herself to the situation, "I'm getting close. I'm going to come! Oh, my. My daughters are going to watch me come! Oh, God! God!"
She almost straightened up as her cunt flooded with juice. She wanted to feel Richard come in her ass but he drew back. For a moment she wondered what was going on and then she saw Richard dropping to the floor beside Tammie.
"No!" she cried. "Tammie's only twelve!"
"It's time she learned," Richard said.
Karen tried to stop him but Margo's strong arms wrapped around her mother's body and forced Karen back on the couch. Margo spread her legs and sat down on her mother's face. Karen gave up. She began to lick and suck at Margo's cunt and tried not to think about Tammie getting fucked.
Tammie was feeling good. She was near her climax. Her eyes were closed and she was massaging her clit furiously. Just one more second. Suddenly strong hands were forcing her tiny hands away from her pussy.
"No, little one," Richard Daws said softly. "Now you're going to feel a real man."
Tammie opened her eyes wide in horror. Richard Daws had stretched out beside her. She looked for help from the couch but Margo and Karen were already intertwined.
Richard bent his head and caught one of Tammie's tiny buds in his mouth. He rolled it gently beneath his tongue and then he moved to the other. Tammie had furious fires shooting through her whole body. She almost couldn't stand it. She tried to put her fingers between her legs but he wouldn't allow it.
"Have you ever felt a man's cock?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"Then you must feel one. Mine. Take it in your hand. See what it feels like. It won't harm you."
Timidly, Tammie reached for his iron-hard rod. She ran her sensitive fingers over it. She ran her fingers down to his balls and touched them.
"Take it in your hand and stroke it gently," Richard commanded her. "Grasp it. Don't be afraid of it."
She wrapped her tiny hand around his cock and began to stroke it gently. There was a little spot of pre-cum on the end. She had seen that before. The men who had fucked Margo had often had drooling cocks. But she had never actually touched their cocks.
She began to stroke his prick a little faster and he pulled away.
"Taste it," he said. "Take it in your mouth. That way you'll know all about a man's cock."
Gingerly she drew the huge head of his cock into her warm, soft mouth. She licked at the end and tasted the salty lubricant from his hole. It was a pleasant taste, not at all like she had expected it to be.
He groaned as her tongue and lips teased his cock. She had never known such a feeling of complete power. His cock was hers, to taste, to love, to command.
He pushed her back. She looked up into his strong face and saw that his eyes were kind.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said softly. "I'm going to let you know what it means to take a man's cock."
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Don't be," he assured her. "I'll be as gentle as I can. It may hurt at first but you'll like it. That I promise you, little one."
Richard swung his body over the twelve-year-old girl. His prick was trembling as he positioned himself before her cunt. Margo and Karen had collapsed on the couch and now they were watching him intently.
He pushed. Tammie screamed.
"Stop it!" Tammie said. "Stop it! You're killing me! It hurts so bad!"
He pushed again and his prick broke through her cherry and went deep inside her virgin cunt. She cried and beat on his back with her tiny fists.
He remained still for a moment. Tammie still sobbed softly but she quit beating on his back. He waited until her tense muscles had relaxed.
"Okay," he said. "You're over the hard part. Now for the fun."
He began to move gently inside her cunt. He didn't withdraw his cock but he rocked from side to side, brushing against her cunt-walls.
Tammie's eyes opened wide. At first she had thought he had killed her. She had never known such pain. But now a new feeling was growing in her. A feeling of warmth and a tingling that started at the base of her spine.
So this was fucking. This was what she had seen so many men do to Margo. Now she knew why Margo cried and groaned so much when the meat was getting put to her. It did feel good after the pain stopped.
She began to move her hips along with him.
"Does it feel good now?" Richard asked. "Does it feel good like I promised?"
"Oh, yes," Tammie said. "It makes me feel so hot and tingly all over."
Richard began to fuck her a little faster. Now he began to drive his hot cock in and out of her grasping cunt.
"Dear God," Richard said. "It feels so good. So good. I don't think I can stand it. Oh, fuck!"
Tammie liked his words. She liked the thought that her cunt was making him happy, that it was her cunt that was going to draw the precious white seed. She began to move her hips faster, matching his furious rhythm.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!"
And the boiling fire seemed to build and grow in her hot body until her skin felt like flame.
"Oh, I feel it!" she cried. "I feel my coming! I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your hot cock inside of me! Oh, I'm fucking, Momma! I'm really fucking!"
Her nails dug into Richard's hips as she felt him jerk. For the first time she felt a man's jism pouring into her, splashing against her cunt-walls like a river.
"Oh, God!" she said as her own juices mingled with his and she screamed at the pleasure of release.
For a moment he remained in her and then he fell away. She put a hand on his now limp cock and smiled at her mother who was watching white-faced.
"Now I'm a woman," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Louise had stayed away from the blond giant for two days. She had convinced herself that she had no need to go back there again. She tried to forget about him. But then she started getting hot again. On Friday afternoon she had caught Richard Daws just coming.
She was so hot she practically raped him. He gave her a good fucking in every hole. It satisfied her for only a short while.
The old man was the final straw. She had known the old man for many years. He had the room at the end of the hall, and he paid his rent on time every month. She had gone up on Saturday morning to collect.
She knocked on the door and he opened it. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white shirt. He was the last person in the world she would have thought about having sex with, but she suddenly found herself hotter than hell.
He may have been very old, but he was a man and he had a cock and a cock was what she needed so desperately.
"I know," the old man smiled. "You want your money. I meant to bring it down to you yesterday."
He walked to his dresser and took a few bills from the top drawer.
"Here you go," he said. "And I'll pay you in advance for next month since I got a little extra from my part-time gardening."
"You keep in pretty good shape," Louise observed, her tongue coming out to lick her dry lips.
"I try," the old man said. "I can still do a day's work even if I am getting old."
"I bet you used to drive the girls crazy."
He winked at her. "I still do okay if you want to know the truth."
Again Louise licked her dry lips. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. "I bet you do. Do you have a girl friend?"
"Nah," he said, smiling. "I'm too old to keep all my seed for one cow. I kind of like to spread it around."
"Do you have many girls?"
Louise knew her questioning was foolish, but she didn't want to leave the old man. Her cunt was burning fire and she had to have a cock. Any cock. Even the old man's.
"One or two," he said, looking at her suspiciously. "How come all the questions? I don't bring any of them up here. I know you run a decent house."
"I wasn't accusing you of anything," Louise said quickly. "I was just wondering."
The old man seemed to relax. "Well, I do have a few girls. I even have some pictures of them. Would you like to see?"
"I'd like that," Louise said, her voice coming out in a whisper.
The old man seemed to grow confident. He shut his door and led Louise to the bed. He took a scrapbook from his dresser and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Take a look at these," he said. "I know you've never seen any like this."
Despite herself, Louise looked down at the old man's scrapbook. She had half expected to see a few faded photographs of old women. What she saw surprised and shocked her.
The first picture was of the model who rented the room next door. She was lying on the old man's bed and her white thighs were spread open wide. She had two fingers holding her cunt-lips apart so that the camera could see everything.
"Oh, my God," Louise said.
The next picture was of a smiling young woman in her twenties. She had long golden hair and a bright, energetic face. Her lips were pursed in a kissing position. At the right edge of the picture there was a cock dripping cum. Some of it had ran down the side of the girl's face.
"That's my cock," the old man said proudly.
"Oh, my God," Louise said again.
The old man turned the page. Again it was the smiling blonde girl. This time she was on her back playing with her twat. The old man was standing at her head with his cock buried deep in the girl's mouth.
The old man let a hand rest on Louise's thighs as he continued to turn the pages. The pictures grew worse and Louise could feel the heat from the old man's hand practically burning her thigh.
The old man ran his hand up higher until it went underneath Louise's dress. Louise almost screamed. What am I doing here, she thought. Why am I letting this old man do this to me? Why am I so hot?
"This is my favorite," the old man said.
Louise realized that she had closed her eyes, and she opened them again. She was almost afraid to look at the picture, but finally she forced herself.
The old man was sitting on a bed somewhere. He had his hands behind his head and two girls were on the bed with him. Both girls had their mouths on his hard prick, and they looked as if they were enjoying themselves.
The old man's hand found the edge of Louise's panties and went inside. His searching fingers found her cunt. He slipped one finger inside and began to massage her hole.
"Shit," Louise groaned. "Oh, shit!"
"Keep looking," the old man said. "I've got a few in here that'll make you see skyrockets."
Louise forced her eyes back to the page again. The old man began to turn the pages. There was every kind of picture she could imagine. People were fucking, sucking, and doing everything every way that was possible.
Finally Louise could stand it no more. Her hand groped between his legs and found his hard cock.
"Will you fuck me?" she asked.
"I'd love to," he responded.
He put his book down and stood up. Louise tore at his clothes until he was naked. She was so hot that she didn't want to waste time with her own clothes. She jerked up her dress and ripped off her panties.
"I want to see your tits," the old man protested. "I always like to feel the tits."
"Not now," she said. "There'll be other times. Right now just fuck me. Please just fuck me. Quick!"
"All right," he said, "but damn, I sure never knew you were this hot to trot. I'd have been in your cunt ten years ago."
A moment later their slippery bodies came together. The old man grunted as he slid his hard cock up her throbbing pussy. She wanted it like she had never wanted anything. She began to wildly move her ass as he fucked her.
"That's right!" she cried. "Give it to me! Fuck me to death!"
"Oh, Jesus, Louise," the old man said. "Slow down. Slow down or you'll make me blow my wad too soon!"
But Louise couldn't slow down. Her cunt was a fiery thing that needed to be put out. She forced him to fuck her faster.
"Ohhhhh, Goddamn!" the old man said. "I warned you that I'd come too soon!"
And then she felt his cum pouring out of his cock and she cried out in frustration. It was too soon. Much too soon. But the old man was finished. He drew out of her cunt and fell to the bed beside her. He was done for a while.
Louise got up and put on her panties. She was so goddamn hot that she would have taken on anything. Anything at all. And she thought of the blond giant and knew where she was going.
It was like he was waiting for her. He was sitting at the bar when she walked in and he smiled at her.
"Go upstairs," he said. "You know which room."
She nodded. Again the bartender leered at her as she walked up the steps. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She knew he would have no patience with her if she wasn't undressed. Quickly she took off all her clothes.
She was kept waiting for more than an hour and then it was not the blond giant but the bartender who came into the room. He was still wearing the same leer.
"Get out of here," she said.
"Now, baby," he said soothingly. "The boss couldn't make it so he sent me."
"I said get out!"
"I can give you what he gives you and mine's bigger," the bartender said.
"I'm leaving," she said, starting to pick up her clothes. "I didn't come here to be stared at by some pervert."
"The boss said I could have you," the bartender said. "And I'm gonna have you."
She started to put her clothes on but he tore them out of her hands. His face was a mask of fury as he threw her clothes out into the hall and slammed the door.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, looking back at her. "You're going to love it before I'm done."
"Never!" Louise declared. "You'll never make me love a thing like you."
"Not me, baby," the bartender said. "Just my prick. A big prick for a hot cunt."
He pushed her back to the bed and she fell across it. She had thought about fighting him, but she had felt the strength in his arms. She would just have to give in. Maybe then he would get it over with quickly.
She watched him as he tore out of his clothes. She gave a small sigh when he released the massive pole between his legs. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen. She'd been determined not to like it but already her cunt was betraying her. Already she could feel the hot itch between her legs.
"I told you you'd like it," he said. "Now I'm going to make you beg for it."
He fell across her, pushing her legs apart. His bruising mouth found her nipple. He sucked on it for a moment and then moved to the other.
It felt good. She found herself pushing her tits into his mouth and he was sucking as much of her creamy flesh into his mouth as he could manage.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "It does feel good. It feels so good!"
He laughed at her and she hated the sound of his laugh, but she couldn't control the heat of her body. Her cunt was a burning itch that needed his cock.
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Fuck me with your big rod. Stick it in me."
"I told you you'd beg," he said. "You heat up faster than any cunt I've ever fucked."
"Don't talk," she pleaded. "Just fuck me. Please stick me with your pole. I need it so bad!"
"Okay, baby," he said. "Here goes."
He wasted no more time. He poised himself at her slit and then plunged all the way in.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as his prick began to drive in and out of her cunt as fast as anyone had ever fucked her.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "That's it! Stick your dick all the way inside me! Oh, fuck me good! Let me be your fucking cunt! Give it to me, baby!"
He gave it to her. They were no longer fucking, but it was more like a battle. The bed creaked as he slammed his meat into her juicy pussy.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "I'm going to come with your big prick inside me! I need to come! My pussy's so fucking hot!
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUUUCCCKKK!!"
She raised her legs to admit more of his huge prick as she felt the tingles start. Her entire body trembled as her climax built and exploded. Even as she came, she could feel his mighty prick enlarging and then pouring out its seed into her cunt.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Give it to me! Give every drop to me!"
He pulled his prick out and let the last of his white seed pour down onto her belly.
"Cunt," he said.
"Yes," she admitted. "That's what I am. A cunt. Oh, it felt so good!"
"Stay like you are," the bartender cautioned. "Don't move a muscle. There'll be some more men up soon."
"More men?" she said, astonished. "What do you mean-more men?"
"Just what I said. The boss is selling for thirty dollars a shot downstairs, so you make them a good piece of ass or he'll be awful mad."
"Selling?" she said. "Do you mean that he's selling me for thirty dollars?"
"Thirty dollars a fuck," the bartender said. "So give them a good piece."
The bartender left. She could still feel his hot cum in her pussy. Thirty dollars. She knew she had to get up and get out of there. The blond giant was making her a common whore. Downstairs he was selling her for thirty dollars!
She was reaching for her panties when the door opened. A conservative-looking man in a business suit stood there. He was smiling at her and rubbing his crotch.
"I'm in kind of a hurry," he said. "The wife is up the street visiting. I've just got time for a good suck."
He closed the door and unzipped his trousers. He let his cock out to dangle between his legs.
"Well, hurry the fuck up," he said harshly. "I paid thirty dollars and I want to get my money's worth."
She knew that she wasn't leaving. She couldn't leave. There was something exciting about being used as a thirty-dollar whore, in having all the men she wanted.
She fell to her knees and took his limp cock in her mouth. In a moment it began to grow. She licked and teased at his cock until it was full and hard.
She took her mouth away. He groaned in protest but she had no intention of cheating him. She ran her soft tongue down the full length of his prick.
"God, baby," he groaned. "You do know how to use your tongue. They told me downstairs you were good but I thought they were just talking. God, if my wife only knew how to suck cock like you do."
She took each of his soft balls gently into her mouth and rolled them around. She bit him very lightly, being careful not to hurt.
"Shit," he moaned.
She left his balls and ran her tongue once more up his long prick. She sucked the bulbous head past her lips and teased his tiny hole with her tongue.
"Shit, baby," he moaned again. "Oh shit, baby! Take my cock in your mouth. Suck me good!"
This time she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth all the way until it was brushing against the back of her throat. His hands wrapped in her hair as if he were afraid that she was going to release his dick again.
He still allowed her to do all the work. He didn't try to fuck her in the mouth as some men would. Instead he was calm as she sucked him.
"That's it, baby," he said. "That's the way to suck. God, I haven't been sucked like this since I had that little whore in Japan!"
She felt the first of his salty-tasting cum and she urgently sucked his cock for more. He was coming. His hands pulled at her hair and his prick was jerking.
"Goddamn!" he cried. "This feels so fucking good. I'm going to come in your mouth, baby. I'm going to shoot my whole fucking wad right down your throat!"
His prick began jerking wildly and she felt his seed pouring down the back of her throat. She could hardly taste it his cock was so far in and she let it out a little so that she could catch some of the jizz on her tongue.
She rolled the cum in her mouth. She was beginning to love the taste.
He was finished. He drew his prick out of her mouth. She remained on her knees as he used her long hair to wipe himself clean with. He then gave her a pat on the head.
"I'll recommend you to my friends," he said. "I've never had a finer blow-job."
He was gone. She didn't look up as the door opened and closed softly. She climbed to her feet and walked back to the bed. She was tired but she was excited. Giving the man a good sucking had only awakened the hot juices in her. She was ready for another man.
She didn't have long to wait. Before long the door opened and two men entered. They were big, brawny, husky men who looked like they might be lumberjacks or longshoremen. They had mean, knuckle-scarred faces.
"Are you the cunt that fucks for thirty dollars?" one of them asked. "The one they told us about downstairs?"
"Yes," Louise said softly.
"You look like a cunt," the other man said.
"But I suppose we can't be picky for just thirty dollars."
Both men started to undress. Louise's eyes grew wide. They both had strong, muscular bodies and meaty pricks. She knew that she was about to get really fucked and she was excited by the idea.
"How do you want me?" Louise asked. "Which one of you wants to go first?"
"First!" one man declared. "What the hell do ' you mean by first? We're going to go at the same time, baby. One in front and one in the rear."
Louise had never had two men before. She was a little bit afraid but she knew there was no way she could get out of it. She lay down on the bed. One of the men approached her and took her by the hair.
"Suck me until I'm goddamned hard," he demanded. "I like to have a woman's mouth on my cock."
She took his meaty prick between her teeth and sucked it into her throat. She began to work her tongue around his cock as she sucked.
"Goddamn!" the man exclaimed. "She knows how to suck a cock. I'm getting there already."
He withdrew his huge cock from her mouth. "I don't want to come too soon. I want to get in your ass. That's the way I really like it."
He pushed her down on the bed. She rolled over on her side as the big man lay down behind her. She felt his big prick pushing at her asshole.
"Okay, baby," he said. "Get ready for it. I bet you've never had one like this."
He pushed and Louise almost screamed. It hurt. It hurt almost as bad as when the blond giant had fucked her in the ass. But she stood it. She knew it would feel better almost before she knew it.
Slowly he pushed into her butt-hole until his prick was buried balls deep. He began to fuck her ass slowly. His massive hands came around and began to squeeze her tits.
"Come on," he told the other man. "Get it while it's hot."
The second man lay down in front of Louise. His prick easily slid into her pussy. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.
She could feel both pricks rubbing together inside of her. She began to move in rhythm to the men.
"Hey," the man in back said. "She's beginning to like it. She's a hot cunt."
"Just like he said," the man in front grunted. "He said she had a hot cunt."
They began to fuck her harder and she matched their speed. She wanted to feel both their pricks pouring the seed of life into her cunt and asshole.
"Oh, God!" she said. "Oh, fuck me! Give it to me good and hard!"
"We're trying," the man in front grunted. "I don't know what else we could do."
The man in back laughed as they kept pounding her harder and harder.
She was climbing the mountain. A tingling started in her cunt and she knew she was going to have the best climax she had ever had.
"Oh, God," she said, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'M COMINGGGGG!!"
She jerked her body as both men began to fuck harder and a moment later their pricks grew and jumped and then began to pour the seed into her. Gallons of cum pouring into her ass and cunt. She loved it. She loved every jerk of their pricks and every drop of jizz.
"Oh, I'm in heaven," Louise moaned. And she really thought she was.
Jim Parham was feeling sorry for himself. He knew that he had failed his landlady and he couldn't understand it. Sure, he was getting old. He couldn't be expected to go as long as he once had, but he had always satisfied the women he was with.
Louise had been his first real failure. He had gone down to her apartment later to see if he could make it up to her, but she was gone and she left nothing to say where.
He was feeling really dejected when he saw the little girl come in the apartment house door. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen, and she really was a pretty little girl for her age.
"Hello," he said. "Can I help you?"
"My name's Tammie," the little girl answered. "I'm looking for Mr. Daws."
"Well, he lives here," Jim told her, "but he's gone now. He usually works during the day. Is there something I can do for you?"
Tammie looked curiously at the old man. She doubted if the old man could give her what she wanted. She had been thinking about Richard Daws since early that morning. Her mother thought she was in school, but Tammie just had to have some more of what she had gotten from Richard Daws.
"I don't think so," Tammie said. "Do you have any idea of when Mr. Daws will be back?"
"Anytime," the old man shrugged. "You really can't tell about him. If you want to wait, you can wait up in my room."
Tammie looked at him again. She knew there were many stories told about old men and little girls. She knew it was a dangerous thing to go up to his room but then she shrugged. After all, what could he do to her that hadn't already been done, and it might be interesting.
She agreed to go with the old man up to his room. He told her his name was Jim as they walked upstairs. He also told her that he had been living in the apartment house a great many years. She found out he had never married.
She was not really interested in all the things he was telling her. She was listening to be polite.
Jim was worried. He knew that he was doing something that could put him in jail for the remainder of his life. It was a sickening thing to be so interested in a little girl. Probably, if he had not been so depressed, he wouldn't have been interested.
But for some reason he was and he couldn't control himself. He let his hand innocently brush against her leg as he opened his door. Her leg was so soft and fresh-feeling. His hands burned like fire and his prick began to harden.
"Would you like some tea or something?" he asked the little girl.
"Coke if you have it," Tammie said.
He kept a cooler in the corner. He turned his back on her and took a Coke and ice from the cooler. He made two drinks and turned back to Tammie again.
He stopped in shock. He had forgotten to put his scrapbook away. Tammie sat on the edge of his bed going through the pictures. His hands trembled as he walked to her.
"I don't think you should be looking at those," he said softly. "The pictures won't interest a young girl like you."
Tammie didn't put the book down. She was very interested in the pictures. She had thought the old man incapable of quenching her desire but the prick in the photographs was a good, strong, sturdy one that seemed to be giving the girls much pleasure.
"Do you really know all these girls?" Tammie asked.
"Yes," he said.
"They're very pretty. I especially like this one." She pointed to the photograph of the model with her legs spread.
"She lives in the building," the old man said.
"You might meet her sometimes."
"I'd like that," Tammie said.
Tammie decided to play it innocent. She had already decided that she was going to fuck the old man. She was going to have his strong prick in her cunt.
But she wanted to make it interesting. She didn't want to rush things and she wanted the old man to be just a little bit afraid. That would make it more exciting.
"What are you doing to her in this picture?" Tammie asked.
Tammie showed him a picture of the model on her knees by the bed. She was in between the old man's legs and lustily sucking on his prick.
"Nothing," the old man said, swallowing hard. "Nothing at all."
"Is that what you call making love?" Tammie asked sweetly. "I've always wondered about that."
Jim swallowed again. He didn't know what to think about the innocent-looking girl. Things were getting out of hand. He knew what would happen if he were caught up in his room with a twelve-year-old girl and a book full of dirty pictures.
"I think you'd better leave," he suggested.
"Leave?" Tammie said. "Why? You said I could wait up here."
"After thinking about it," Jim said, "it's probably not a good idea. Mr. Daws might not be back for hours and your parents would be worried."
Tammie ignored him. She turned her attention back to his scrapbook.
"I said you'd better leave," Jim said. "It's not good for you to be up here."
Tammie looked up. Her eyes had grown hard: "Why? Are you afraid that someone will say you're putting your hands on me?"
"That's enough of that kind of talk."
"Well it's true. That's why you brought me up here, isn't it? To put your hands on me. Only now you're getting scared."
"Get out of my room," Jim demanded.
"I won't," Tammie said. "If you try and make me, I'll tell everyone that you took your thing out and shook it at me. I'll scream and make everyone believe me. They'll call you a dirty old man and put you in jail. Is that what you want?"
"No," Jim said.
"Then sit down beside me and look at the pictures with me. You can tell me what they're doing."
Jim wasn't as horny for her youthful body as he'd been earlier. Now all he wanted was to get her out of his room and out of the building. There was a lot of trouble for him in just one little smile of the little girl.
But he didn't know what else to do so he sat down beside her. He looked down at the picture that Tammie was looking at with great interest.
"What are they doing here?" Tammie asked.
The picture was of a blonde-headed girl that he had met in a beer place uptown. She was bent over a chair. Her ass was high in the air and her young boy friend was about to drive his hard prick into her asshole.
Jim remembered how happy he had been when they had allowed him to take a few pictures. Now he wished that he'd never seen a camera.
"He's going to love her," Jim said.
"How?" Tammie asked.
"He's going to stick his hard thing in her ass."
"Wouldn't that hurt?" Tammie asked.
"Yes," he said. "At first it does, but then the girl gets used to it."
"I don't know if I could ever get used to anything like that," Tammie observed.
She began to turn the pages asking him to explain each position. Despite himself he was growing a little horny looking at the pictures with the warm body of the girl so close.
He stood up and walked away from her.
"Would you show me yours?" Tammie asked.
He looked at her in disbelief. She was looking at him wide-eyed and innocent, as if she had never asked him to show her his prick.
"I've never seen one," Tammie said. "I'd like to see yours. Does it look like it does in the pictures?"
"Yes," Jim said.
"Then show it to me."
"I can't," Jim said. His breath was beginning to grow short and he knew his face was turning red. "It wouldn't look right if anyone found out."
"I won't tell," Tammie said. "Just give me one little peek."
"No," Jim said firmly. "I can't do that. I won't do that. I haven't gone that low yet."
"If you don't," Tammie's voice was hard, "then I'm going to run out of your room yelling rape."
"Don't make me do this," Jim pleaded with her. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Just let me look," Tammie said. "Just let me look and I'll leave you alone."
"No," Jim said. "Just get out of my room. Just leave me alone. I won't show you anything. You're just a little girl and I can't do anything like that."
Tammie shrugged her shoulders. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. Jim stared in shock as she tore one of her buttons off so that her training bra was visible.
"I'm going to go out now," Tammie said. "The next people you meet are going to be the police. I hope you give them a good explanation because I don't think you'll like jail."
Tammie walked to the door. Jim imagined what was going to happen. She was going to run out of the building yelling rape and having her flimsy training bra showing. The police wouldn't even give him time for an explanation before they started swinging. He would be put into jail as a pervert!
"Wait," Jim said. "If I show it to you, will you go away then and leave me alone?"
"Yes," Tammie lied.
"And you won't tell anyone that you were up in my room and what I showed you?"
"Of course not," Tammie said. "I don't want to get you into trouble. I just want to see one."
Painfully Jim unbuckled his trousers. He tugged his trousers down, let her see his limp cock hanging between his legs, and then he tugged up his trousers again.
"There," he said. "You've seen it. Now get out and leave me alone."
"No," Tammie pouted. "I want to see it like it looks in the book. All big and hard and red."
"Please don't make me do this, little girl," Jim pleaded. "We could both get into a lot of trouble."
"I want to see it hard," Tammie demanded, stamping her small foot on the rug.
Tammie was having a good time. She knew what the poor old man was going through, and it was exciting her. Already her pussy had begun to grow warm and ready for a hard prick.
She knew that she could probably put her hand on the old man's prick and he would jump right out of his trousers and into bed with her. But she didn't want it to happen that fast. She wanted time to enjoy every second of his pain, so that their pleasure together would be all that more wonderful.
"Show it to me," Tammie said. "Show it to me and make it hard. I want to see it just in the pictures."
Jim was trying to figure a way out. He knew that every moment the girl spent in his room was another moment closer to disaster.
The best thing to do would be to get her out quickly and there was only one way that she would leave. If he made his prick hard and let her see it.
For the second time he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Tammie had a curious look to her face as he pulled off his underclothes.
His prick was still limp but the heat of the girl's eyes was beginning to make him feel horny again. He put his hand around the head of his cock and started rubbing it. It grew to its full length almost immediately.
"There it is," Jim said, failing to keep the hint of pride from his voice. "Now will you go away and leave me alone?"
"I want to touch it," Tammie said. "I have to touch it,"
He started to protest but her hand was already reaching for his cock. She had gentle fingers that touched it softly, almost knowingly.
"Jesus," Jim said. "You have to stop that, baby. You can't keep doing that."
"Why?" she asked. "Is it because you'll want to do to me what you're doing to all those girls in the pictures?"
"Yes," Jim admitted.
"I don't mind," Tammie said. "Honestly I don't."
She was suddenly on her knees sucking his huge prick into her mouth. Her tongue seemed to know how to tease and caress his cock until the tingle began to build in his balls.
"Oh, God!" Jim said. "I can't stand it any more! I'm going to have to fuck you, little girl. I'm going to have to stick my cock in your tight cunt."
"Yes," Tammie agreed. "I want your cock. Don't be afraid. I can take it."
Quickly Tammie drew back and began to undress. Jim felt the heat build in his balls as her young-girl body was revealed to him. There was only the hint of pubic hair around her cunt and he thought he had never seen anything so delicious-looking.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. He spread open her thighs and bent his head to her sweet-looking snatch.
Slowly he slipped his tongue into her hot slit. She was already wet with juice as he began to suck her. He ran his tongue around her gash for a moment and then he found her clit.
She moaned out loud as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and she nearly went out of her mind. Her hips started bucking and soft moans came from her young throat.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, do that! It feels so good! Nobody's ever done that to me before!"
Jim didn't believe that for a moment. He was over his nervous fear and he was beginning to realize that the girl had only been playing a game with him. There was nothing innocent about Tammie. He imagined that she had already felt a man's hard prick between her sturdy young thighs. Well, he was going to give her another one.
He released her clit and moved his tongue slowly up her body. He tongued her tiny nipples and sucked her small titties into his mouth. He moved up higher and found her lips. He pushed his tongue in between her lips until it mingled with her tiny girl tongue.
He let his body fall down on hers. She was a small, almost fragile-feeling thing underneath him. She didn't seem to mind his heavy weight. In fact, she screamed with joy as she felt his prick pushing against her pussy.
"I bet you're tight, baby," he said. "I bet you've got the tightest cunt I've ever had."
"Yes!" Tammie cried. "Stick it in me and you'll see! Stick it in me!"
He gave a shove and his cock-head was forced past her pussy-lips. She cried out as she felt his meaty cock going deeper inside her hole.
She was tight as Jim had known she would be. Her cunt seemed to close like a vise around his cock.
"It's good, Tammie," he groaned. "You feel so good and tight. I love your cunt."
"Then give it to me hard," Tammie urged. "Fuck me like you fuck one of your whores!"
It was what she wanted and Jim did his best to give it to her. He began to pound her with furious violence, as hard as he would have given it to a ten-dollar whore.
Tammie didn't complain. She was loving the feeling of his hard prick slamming into her. She wanted more and more of his violent cock, she wanted to feel his head bursting into her cunt with his jizz.
"Oh, God, yes!" she said. "That's the way I like it! Give it to me hard!"
Jim could feel the tingle in his balls and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He didn't want the same thing to happen with Tammie that had happened with Louise. He wanted her to come quick.
He slipped his hand beneath her ass and found her asshole with his finger. He slipped one finger into her bung and began to drive it in and out as his prick was driving in and out of her cunt.
Tammie had to let go when he did that. She felt his finger and his cock working at the same time and her insides screamed for release.
"Oh, fuck!" Tammie cried out loud. "Oh, fuck, here I come! I'm coming! Oh, my God! OHHHHGODDDDDD!!"
At the same time she felt him begin to fuck more hurriedly inside her cunt. She lifted her legs as he came, and he was able to go deeper than before. She felt his jism pouring into her cunt and it felt good.
Finally he fell away. His prick was limp and Tammie lifted it in her hand. It was another two hours before she was due home for school and she wasn't done yet. A faint smile came to Tammie's lips as she bent her youthful face to the old man's prick.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Richard Daws picked up his first week's paycheck at a party at the boss' house. The boss lived in a huge brick home in the better part of town.
He always liked to pay his agents at his own home after a good week. The party was already going full force by the time Richard arrived.
Most of the agents had brought their wives and a lot of the wives were quite attractive. It was an informal affair, and most of the women wore shorts and brief halters, flimsy little skirts that did little to hide white thighs, or tight pants that allowed a man to count the dimples on their asses.
Richard was the only unmarried man there and most of the women seemed to be overly interested in him, much to their husbands' displeasure.
Richard didn't mind. He took the check for the highest paid agent in the office that week, and he saw the women's eyes light up when he was handed a check for five hundred dollars.
"If you keep on like this," the boss had said, with a wide grin as he handed Richard his check, "you'll own this office in no time at all."
"Give me a few more years," Richard laughed.
He tried to treat the check as a casual thing, but he was very proud of it. His first week in the insurance business had really paid off. He had gotten paid for a week of fucking and having fun. It was a great job.
But it also made him a little sad. Friday was the day that Judy was due back in town. If he only had Judy to share things with. Judy wouldn't mind the fucking. The only thing that had ever made Judy mad was lack of money. Now he had the money but he didn't have Judy.
Thoughts of Judy depressed him. He laughed at the boss' jokes but his heart really wasn't in it.
He drank half a bottle of bourbon and got treated to the best steak on the grill. He enjoyed the steak and he enjoyed the bourbon, but he still wished the Judy was here to share things with him.
The first chance he got, he moved over to the shade trees in the boss' back yard. He sat down in a lawn chair and nursed his drink while he watched the party.
He wondered if the boss' parties were always like this one. Everyone was getting plastered. The booze kept flowing and everyone kept drinking. They had all forgotten about him and were caught up in the booze and dance music.
Richard was sitting half in the dark and the couple didn't see him. He had noticed them slyly slipping away from the crowd and he wondered what was going on.
They passed under the light from the street and he saw who they were. An agent named Dobbs and the boss' wife.
"Ronnie," she was saying, in a drunken tone, "we shouldn't be doing this."
"Ahh, Melanie," Dobbs said. "You know that nobody will know we're gone. My wife is too busy dancing with Frank and your husband is so drunk he doesn't know where he's at."
"But Ronnie," she protested. "What if someone saw us sneaking away?"
"Nobody saw,"
"And if they did, they wouldn't care."
The boss' wife was not a bad-looking woman. She was red-haired and a little plump but her tits, underneath her halter, were still firm and proud-looking.
Ronnie Dobbs bent Melanie over the table and began to plant sloppy kisses on her mouth and neck. Melanie was signing softly with passion.
Richard thought that he should leave. He would have if he had not been afraid of disturbing them. He didn't want them to think he was spying on them. He didn't want to get in bad with the boss' wife so early in his new job.
He felt a timid touch on his shoulder and he jumped. Behind him stood a tiny little thing that he had noticed earlier in the evening. She was holding a drink in one hand and a bottle in the other.
"I thought you'd like another drink," she whispered. "I didn't want you to feel so alone out here."
"Thank you." He searched his mind for her name. "Mrs. Lancaster. Thank you very much."
"Oh, you can call me Kathy," she said as she handed him her glass and poured both their glasses full from the bottle. "This is a very informal office."
At that moment she became aware of the moans coming from the direction of the picnic table.
Ronnie and Melanie were now lying side by side on the table. Melanie's skirt was hiked up above her waist and her fingers were groping between Ronnie's thighs.
"Shouldn't we leave or something?" Richard asked. "I don't think they know we've seen them."
Kathy sat down on the newly cut grass beside Richard. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a halter top. The top buttons on the halter top were undone and Richard could see the top of her well-tanned jugs. He began to feel a stirring at his groin.
"Oh, nobody minds them," Kathy said, brushing her curly blonde hair from her eyes. "They fuck all the time. They think they're being cute when they sneak away but everybody knows about them. So relax and enjoy your free peep show."
"Oh, Ronnie," Melanie was whispering. "Oh, put it in me, Ronnie. I've got to have it. Oh, please, Ronnie!"
Ronnie was frantically pulling at his trousers to get them undone. His prick was finally free of his trousers and he climbed on top of Melanie.
Melanie had not been idle. She had tugged her brief panties off and spread her legs wide. Her skirt was now covering her neck, almost over her face. She was pulling at him, trying to get his cock in faster.
"Cut it out, damn it!" Ronnie exclaimed. "I'm getting there as fast as I can."
Ronnie was now between her plump thighs and his prick was pushing at her cunt-mound. She put her hands around his ass and pulled him closer.
"Oh, God, Ronnie!" Melanie cried out loud. "Get it there, baby. Please get it there!"
Richard felt a hand touching his knee. He looked back at Kathy. Her face was a pale white and she was trembling. Her hand was running up and down his knee, as if wanting to go up but afraid.
"You can touch if you like," Richard said softly.
She looked up at him as if realizing what she was doing for the first time. Then she smiled. She took a sip of his drink and then ran her hand up to his cock and gave it a squeeze.
"Lord God," she said. "I'm getting hot watching them."
Richard could feel the heat coming from her body. He reached behind her back and released the halter top. It fell away, revealing two creamy white tits. Her full tan stopped at a point just above her nipples and then continued just below the bottom of her tits.
"Beautiful," he said.
He put his arm around her and drew her up to his lap. She didn't protest as he sat her down in his lap. He knew she could feel his hard prick underneath her shorts.
He ran his hand around her waist and then up to her tits. He began to slowly massage then, teasing her nipples with his fingers, and filling his huge hand with her full tits.
"Oh, shit, that feels good," she said, squirming in his lap.
The party was getting hotter. Richard lifted his head to look around. In one corner of the yard the boss had passed out, and that seemed to be some kind of signal. Most everybody was too drunk to know who they were with. But some of the couples had slipped out to the edge of the yard and were caught in each other's embraces.
One couple were completely nude. The man was lying on his back while the woman, a full-titted brunette, was giving him a blow-job. Another man was fully clothed, except for his naked prick, which he was jabbing into the asshole of the girl who was giving the blow-job.
"Does this sort of thing go on all the time?" Richard asked.
"Not always," Kathy admitted. "This one is the worst party I've seen, but there's always a lot of fucking going on."
There were loud groans now coming from the picnic table. Richard turned his attention that way again. Now Ronnie had Melanie on her knees. His prick was going into her asshole and Melanie was begging him not to stop.
Kathy was getting excited. She was rubbing her hot ass against Richard's hard prick. He was ready.
He stood up and undid his trousers, still keeping Kathy half on his lap. His prick was now free and he stuck it between Kathy's closed thighs. Kathy caught on quick. She unsnapped her shorts and rolled them down over her knees. She was wearing no panties. She turned around to face him and Richard's prick was going into her pussy.
Then she sat down hard on his prick and Richard was completely inside of her cunt. Kathy put her head on Richard's shoulder and rubbed her tits against him.
"That feels good, Richard," she moaned. "You've got a nice prick."
"Glad you like it," Richard said.
The picnic table was now rocking from the force of the two people fucking. Melanie was acting like she was crazy.
"Oh, Goddamn fuck!" Melanie said out loud. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God in heaven, I'm cominggggggggggggg!"
Both bodies collapsed on the picnic table. Richard's prick was getting hotter by the minute. He could feel the tingle in his balls that told him he was not far off. Kathy was bouncing up and down on his prick like her ass was on fire. She was crying soft sobs that seemed to come from deep inside.
He could feel her hot cunt soaking him with juices and it felt damned good. He began to plunge up in her cunt harder and he felt the heat in his balls travel up the length of his hard prick.
"Damn!" he shouted. "Oh, Kathy, you're a good piece of ass! Oh, mother-fuck!"
She stayed with him as he poured rivers of jism into her waiting cunt. She rubbed her tits against him and bit him on the shoulder as he came.
She wasn't ready to leave him.
"No," she said, as he started to push her away. "Stay there for a while. We'll do it again."
Richard seriously doubted his ability to go again but he was willing to try.
He remained like that as she slowly rocked up and down on his prick. She was gentler this time with none of the hard violence she had bounced with before. She was purring like a cat.
"Easy, lover," Kathy purred. "Just go easy. Your cock'll be fat and hard in a minute."
She was right. In less than a minute his prick was throbbing again. He wasn't doing anything. Kathy seemed to be pulling at him with her cunt and he couldn't remember a piece of pussy that felt so good.
Richard looked back at the couple on the picnic table. Ronnie was sitting up. He had a bottle and he was forcing Melanie to drink more of it.
"Drink it, baby," Ronnie was saying. "Drink up good now."
"Isn't she drunk enough?" Richard asked. He thought that he had been talking to himself but he said it loud enough for Kathy to hear.
She raised her head and looked at him.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"I was wondering about the boss' wife. He's pouring pure whiskey down her throat."
"Oh that," Kathy said. "Watch, lover. You'll find out why."
Melanie was really getting drunk. Her body seemed to be uncoordinated as she drank the whiskey. Finally Ronnie took the bottle away from her lips.
"More," Melanie protested.
"You'll get more," Ronnie promised. "In just a little while."
Ronnie left her. He seemed to be gathering men around him in the yard. After a few moments he had half a dozen drunken men laughing and talking. They came back with him as they walked to the table.
"What's going on?" Richard asked.
Richard was feeling really excited. He didn't know what was happening but he had a feeling.
"Just keep watching, lover," Kathy purred as she continued to bounce up and down on his prick. "You've never seen anything like what you're about to see."
Richard was feeling too good to ask any more , questions. The men were gathering around the picnic table. All of them were taking off their clothes until there were many discarded piles of clothing around the picnic table.
"They call her the boss' whore," Kathy said. "Now you're going to see why."
Her movements were getting more excited as if what Richard was about to see was really turning Kathy on.
The agents around the table took hold of Melanie. They walked by her in a circle while each man took hold of Melanie by the hair and rubbed her face in his crotch.
"No," Melanie was saying. "Not again. Not like the last time."
They just laughed at her. They kept walking around the table until each of them had a hard-on.
"Okay, Mel," Ronnie said. "It's time to fuck again. It's time to show us what you're made of."
"Please," Melanie said. "Please don't hurt me."
"Hurt you?" Ronnie said, as if he were astonished. "Why, nobody would think of hurting you. We're going to fuck you. You love to be fucked. I know you do."
Melanie started to fight with them. She scratched and clawed but they only laughed at her and got quickly out of her way. She was like a wildcat. She turned in a snarling circle as each man rubbed up against her. While she was trying to scratch one man, another would step up behind her and rub his prick against her skin.
There were a few white streaks across her ass, thighs, and on her cheeks before the men started to get serious.
Two of the men stepped up and grabbed her arms. She struggled with them but they slowly forced her to her back. A third man climbed between her thighs.
She screamed as his prick entered her cunt. She jerked her legs wildly but he continued to fuck her. He was grunting as he drove his prick into her cunt.
"Feel good, Melanie?" Ronnie taunted. "It must. Look how you shake your ass."
Richard was growing more excited by the minute. His prick was throbbing with need and urgency as he watched the men taunt Melanie.
"You must like what you're seeing," Kathy said, as she noticed him picking up the pace.
"God, yes," Richard said.
"Well you haven't seen anything yet. Wait until they really get going with her."
Richard couldn't imagine what else they could do to her. The man fucking her was grunting and screaming and Richard could see his hips bucking wildly as he poured his seed into Melanie's cunt.
"Oh, God!" Melanie said, crying out loud. "Please leave me alone."
"We're just getting started," Ronnie said as the man on top of her climbed off. "We haven't even begun to fuck."
Melanie seemed to give up her struggles. Two men climbed up onto the table with her. They picked her up so that she was resting on her knees and hands. The first man positioned his prick at her asshole.
"Here I come, Melanie!" he yelled, and he plunged deep into her shitter.
Melanie only slowly moved her ass as the man fucked her. The second man went to her head. He brushed his prick across her lips and she opened her mouth.
He took two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth open wider. He pushed his dick in, past her teeth, deep in her throat.
"JESUS!" he yelled as he began to fuck her mouth.
The men around the table began to clap their hands as the two men drove their pricks into Melanie.
Richard felt his own prick growing and expanding inside Kathy's tight cunt. The scene before him was almost too exciting to stand.
Kathy started moaning. She rubbed his prick and groaned as the first of his jism struck her cunt-walls. She screamed at the pleasure of her release.
"Fuck!" she yelled as they came together for the second time.
This time Kathy released him and dropped to the ground. Her legs were still spread open wide as she lay there. Richard was sure that she wouldn't protest no matter who came along to put a prick there.
He turned to take one last look at Melanie. She had a dreamy expression on her face that told Richard that she really didn't mind all the cocks. She was even looking forward to it. Richard smiled to himself. It was a good job and he was going to enjoy every part of it. Especially the parties.
He would have liked to stay a while longer, but he had another person to see that night. Judy.
Melanie was enjoying herself. She couldn't help it. No matter how she meant to spend the evening it always ended up with her getting fucked by every man in sight.
She wondered if her husband knew that she was giving pussy to every agent in the office. She doubted it. He was always so cocksure of himself that he never worried about his wife. Perhaps he would have worried a little more if he had known that she knew about Margo.
She still remembered how she had found out. She had been faithful to her husband up until then. It had been a rainy afternoon and she had gone to pick up her husband to bring him home. He was expecting her but she had arrived a little early.
The office door was standing open. There were no agents in the office. She heard the soft sounds as she stepped through the door. She pushed it open a little more so that she could see.
Both her husband and his secretary had their backs to her but she could still easily see what they were doing. Margo had her short skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties were on the floor. Her husband, fully dressed, had Margo bent over the desk with her ass high in the air.
He was driving his prick into her asshole and grunting loudly like a pig. She had thought she would be sick. She left quickly so that he would not know she had been there.
That incident had been two long years before. She had changed a lot since then. She had given much thought to how to get back at her cheating husband before she had gotten the idea.
She would cheat on him with one of his agents. She picked Ronnie Dobbs and she put her plan into effect on the night of one of her husband's famous check-paying parties.
She knew that Ronnie had often looked at her with lust in his eyes. Often he had accidentally brushed up against her or ran a hand across her plump rump.
She had ignored him until that night. She was afraid of what she was going to do. She drank a little more than usual to give her courage.
Finally her husband passed out, as he usually did, and she was alone with Ronnie Dobbs.
Mrs. Dobbs was nowhere about as she allowed Ronnie to back her into a corner and kiss her.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" she asked him as his hands groped beneath her skirt.
"Where did you have in mind?" Ronnie asked. His breath was becoming shorter as he played with her large titties.
"Up to my room. The bedroom."
She held her breath as she led Ronnie up the back stairs. Nobody met them in the long hall or on the stairs, and finally they were in the bedroom.
He closed and locked the door and he was at her immediately. He didn't give her time to get worked up. His attack was strong and fierce. He practically tore off her clothes and spread-eagled her on the bed. A moment later his big hunk of meat was slamming into her cunt and he was grunting with pleasure.
He excited her but he was too quick. Before she was warmed enough, his prick was spouting its precious seed into her cunt and he was collapsing on top of her.
He left her and returned a few moments later with a bottle. She didn't protest when he put it to her lips. She was thinking that she would probably get him hot again and then he could scratch her itching cunt.
She didn't realize that she was drinking so much until the world started getting shadowy around her. Ronnie was once again getting up to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked drunkenly, catching at his arm.
"I'll be back," he said. "I'm just going to get you a surprise."
She didn't want him to leave. She pulled at him but he jerked away. She saw his dark figure leave the room. She was still burning hot.
She put two fingers between her legs and began to finger-fuck herself. She must have remained like that for a few moments but then a strange voice spoke in her ear.
"You don't have to do that, Melanie. I'll take care of you."
The voice sobered her quickly. She opened her eyes and saw the face of another agent in her husband's firm. She recognized the face but she couldn't remember his name.
"Get out of my room," she said. "You don't belong in here. Where's Ronnie?"
"Ronnie told me to come on up. He said you might have something to give me."
She felt his hard prick probing between her legs. She tried to fight him but he was very strong. He slapped her a couple of times and then strong hands forced open her thighs. Again his prick probed there.
A weakness seemed to come over her. She couldn't move. She couldn't fight. She was only aware of the prick that was forcing its slow way into her cunt.
"Oh, God," she said. "Be gentle. Please be gentle."
His voice was gentle, soothing and his prick was suddenly all the way in her cunt. She didn't want to fight him any more. She wanted his prick. She loved the feel of it slamming into her cunt.
"Feel good, honey?" the man asked.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, yes, it feels good."
His prick was gentle no longer. It was slamming into her cunt and his voice was loud. He was calling her filthy names and she was loving it. The dirty words, words she had never heard before, were exciting her.
"Oh, fuck!" she told him, repeating his most used word. "Oh, fuck me good!"
She felt his prick expanding and then his cum splashing against her cunt-walls and flooding her hole. But she still had not been relieved of her itching cunt.
This man also left her side. She was tired and she wanted to sleep, despite the urgency of her cunt. She closed her eyes. She didn't know how long she was asleep but she awakened to the tongue that was licking her tit.
Once more she opened her eyes. This time it was not one man in the room but six or seven shadowy figures. A heavy hand fell across her thigh and traveled up to her cunt. Two rough fingers were inserted into her cunt.
"Stop that," she moaned. "Oh, God, stop that. It isn't right. It just isn't right."
She wanted them to stop but her body was already betraying her. Her cunt was sucking at the man's fingers like her hot pussy was a living thing trying to eat.
Another man was at her head and her mouth opened. A huge cock was rubbed across her open lips. She didn't want to do what the man wanted, yet her mouth was opening wider and the cock was slipping past her teeth.
She began to suck on his cock just as the fingers were being replaced by another cock. She found herself on her side and another cock was being pressed against her asshole.
There was a great deal of pain as the cock forced its way into her shitter. She had never had a cock there before. She tried to scream but she only managed to draw the cock deeper into her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus," she managed to say, but then speaking was impossible and three cocks were fucking her. Her itch was getting scratched.
It went on like that all night long. When one cock was gone, another would quickly take its place. She knew that some of the men were fucking her over and over, but she didn't care. If felt so good. So good.
That was how she started her reputation. Now at every party she usually ended up on a kitchen table, a picnic table, a bed, a couch, anywhere that the men could find room enough to fuck her.
And she loved it! She loved every cock-sucking minute, of it. Enough men to scratch the itch and get back at her husband and Margo at the same time.
She really loved her husband's parties.
CHAPTER NINE
Richard knew that Judy would not be glad to see him on her first night back from her vacation. He knew, also, that she would wait for years before she would ask him for any money. She liked money but she was proud.
But Richard was proud, also. He knew she had a very poor job with a law firm and it was not nearly enough money to pay for the food and clothing for the children.
Richard also had another reason. He wanted to gloat. She had said many times during their married years that Richard would never be able to hold onto a decent sum of money.
He wanted to show her that he could. He wanted to see her eyes light up.
He drove up to the apartment she rented near the ocean. Her car was parked out front. He knew the children would still be with their grandmother. Judy was a good mother but she liked to have time to herself, so she and the children took far apart vacations.
Richard knocked on the door. It took a moment before Judy answered it.
"Why, Richard!" she said. "What are you doing here?"
Richard took a long look at her. She must have been taking a shower when he knocked, for her hair was still wet. She had belted on a fuzzy robe over her body and he made a mental bet that she was completely nude underneath.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"I'm afraid it's too late. I've had a long drive and I'm tired. Some other time, maybe."
"I've got some money for you. I thought you might need it."
He saw her face brighten at the prospect of money. She might be too proud to ask for it but she damned sure wasn't too proud to turn it down.
"Come on in," she said.
He couldn't keep his eyes off Judy's magnificent ass as she led him through the small apartment into the kitchen. She made him a cup of coffee and sat down across from him. As she sat, she crossed her legs and the fuzzy gown fell away, revealing the inner part of beautifully tanned thighs.
"Keep your mind on why you're here," Judy said, noticing how hot his eyes were getting as he feasted on her thighs. "What's this about money?"
"Just this," Richard said.
He took the wad of bills from his pocket and counted two hundred out on the table. Judy's eyes grew wide.
"That's this week," he explained. "There'll be two more coming in like that every week."
"You're kidding," Judy said. "What'd you do to get that kind of money? Rob a bank or something?"
"No," he said. "I've just got a new job. A good job. One where I make good money and I don't have to break my back to do it."
"What kind of job?" she asked.
"As a salesman. I'm in insurance."
Judy reached across the table and fondled the money. The top of her robe fell away. Richard could see her huge tits down to her nipples.
She noticed him looking and smiled, "You've seen them before," she said.
"They look beautiful every time I see them," he said.
Judy was doing some fast thinking. Judy had always been a sharp girl. She had first met Richard when they were in school together.
Richard was captain of the football team and Judy was captain of the cheerleaders. It seemed only natural that they should get together.
She remembered the first time he had ever seen her tits.
It had been the last game of their junior year. If their team won, there would be a trip to Washington to play the state champions. Judy really wanted to go, and winning depended mostly on Richard Daws.
She had ridden with Richard to the game that night. He was his usual self, joking and trying to put one of his sweaty hands up her skirt or down her blouse. She had allowed him a few feels outside of her clothes, but she had never gone any farther than that.
If he wanted a whore, she had often told him, then there were plenty of hot pants in school.
But that night had been different. She wanted him to win and she knew the kind of urging he needed.
"Richard?" she had said, when they reached the school. "Yes."
"You want to win the game tonight, don't you?"
"Sure."
"I mean really bad."
"I guess so," he said.
Judy leaned across the car so that he could feel her mature tits poking against his shoulder, her silky legs rubbing against his, and the sweet smell of her perfume.
"We'll get to go to Washington together," she purred as she rubbed his arm.
"I mean if you win the game tonight and we go to Washington together, maybe I'll give you a little surprise."
"What?" he asked. His breath was getting short.
She leaned so close to him she was almost in his lap. She kissed him solidly on the lips, letting her sharp, fiery little tongue slip into his mouth.
His hands came up to cup her boobs. He was dependable. He always started that way. His breath was getting even shorter. She laughed and drew back.
"You'll just have to wait and see," she teased, and was back on her side of the car and out the door before he could grab her.
The other team never knew what happened that night. Richard was a whirlwind, a hellish monster on the football field who stopped at nothing to win the game.
The other players played hard but they had no chance. Richard was determined to win and his team won.
After the game, Judy gave a small sigh. She knew what she had promised Richard and she was no liar. She would give him what she had promised.
After all, he had worked for it.
But giving it was harder than she had imagined. The trip to Washington was so well-chaperoned that it was almost impossible to get together with a boy.
It was not until the very last night that she managed it. The last night the chaperones decided to have their own party. From her hotel room, Judy could hear all the chaperones gathering in the room next door. There was the clinking of glasses and their party was started. It must have gone on for hours before Judy got her idea.
The girl in her room was asleep. The chaperones were all drunk. At least they were giving a good impression of it by the way they were laughing and singing next door. Nobody would know if she slipped out of her room and went upstairs.
Gingerly, she got up and slipped a robe on over her shortie nightgown. She went out into the hall. A chaperone was standing near her door. At first she started to reenter her room but she saw the blurred look on the chaperone's face.
"Hello, honey," he said, in a drunken tone. "Where you been keeping yourself?"
She smiled at him and started to walk past but a strong arm reached out and drug her backwards. A gnarled hand came up under her robe and began to caress her full tits.
"Hey, baby," the teacher said drunkenly. "With tits like these you don't need to go anywhere. Let's have a little kiss."
She was suddenly very frightened. It was one thing to be willing to give up her virginity to a boy friend but it was quite another to be so accosted in the hall.
She tried to fight. She reached up to claw his face but he caught her hand.
"Ahh, baby," he said. "There ain't no sense in you getting so upset. All I want is a little kiss."
He forced her head backwards and his rough mouth closed on hers. His hot tongue probed at her mouth but she kept her lips clenched tightly.
"Goddamn you!" the man shouted. "I'll teach you to tease me!"
He closed his fist and punched her hard in the stomach. It hurt badly. She fell to her knees gasping for breath and he took her by the hair.
"I'll teach you," he said. "I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget."
She tried to scream but he clamped a rough hand down over her mouth. He dragged her down the hall by the hair. She kicked and bit at him but nothing seemed to effect his drunken state.
He opened the door to his room and dragged her inside. There was a woman, probably his wife, passed out on one of the beds. He dragged her to the other one.
"Okay, honey," he said softly. "Now I'm going to teach you to play games."
She screamed loudly, trying to awaken the other women, but she didn't stir. The teacher fell down on top of her. His huge hands tore at her robe. The robe came away in two pieces. She wore only a blue shortie nightgown and panties. The sight seemed to sober the man a little.
"My God," he said. "Such a sweet piece. Such a sweet piece of ass. Tits like melons. I love you, baby."
He fell down on her, giving her a slobbering kiss. His hands tugged at her panties, trying to get them down her legs.
"Please don't do this," she begged. "Don't. Leave me alone. Please."
"Shut up, bitch," the teacher snarled.
"But please."
He drew his hand back to slap her. She closed her mouth quickly.
"That's better," he said. "You don't turn me on like this and then just tease me. I get what I want."
Judy was afraid to say anything else. He lowered his head, kissing her on the mouth, the neck, and running his lips across the top of her tit peeking out from the short gown.
"Oh, fuck," the teacher said. "I need you, baby. I need your hot legs wrapped around me."
He stood back from her and began to undress. She had never seen a naked man before. He took off all his clothes except for his white shorts. She was frightened by the hard slab of meat that filled the shorts.
"I'll let you take these off," he said.
"No," she said. "No, I couldn't."
He walked around the bed and grasped her by the hair. He pulled her head straight back until she was afraid that her neck was going to break.
"Do it to me, bitch," he said. "Do it to me or I'll hurt you."
She put her hands down the side of his shorts and slowly slipped them down his thighs. His hard prick burst forth and rubbed across her lips.
"Ahh," he said. "That's good. Now open your mouth. Open it wide."
"Oh, God, no!" she protested, but again his strong hand began to force her head backwards.
Her mouth opened and he plunged into her mouth all the way to his balls.
"That's it, bitch," he said. "Suck it good."
She was sick to her stomach but she couldn't draw away from the big prick slamming into her mouth. She tried to scream and to fight but his strong grip on her head was not lifted.
"Suck, baby," he said. "Suck it good. Swallow me once and then we'll get down to some real fucking."
He began to fuck her hard in the mouth, slamming his meat in and out and yelling loud enough to wake the dead.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!"
The voice seemed to ring in her ears but still Judy was not allowed any freedom. She tasted his pre-cum and nearly gagged.
"LET GO OF MY HUSBAND!"
Judy opened her eyes to see the woman had awakened. She was tugging at her husband's arm, but he kept pushing her away.
"TAKE YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH OFF MY HUSBAND'S PRICK!"
Her husband was having none of that. He was nearly at his climax and his prick was engorged with lust.
"Oh, fuck," he said. "Oh, mother-fucking shit! Here I come! Here I fucking come!"
"DON'T YOU DARE COME IN THAT GIRL'S MOUTH!"
But he did. Judy swallowed but the cum ran down her cheeks and dropped on her nightgown. "GODDAMN YOU!"
The teacher fell away and Judy thought she was in a wildcat's den. The woman came at her with nails and teeth. Judy tried to fight, but the woman was too strong. She felt herself lifted by strong arms and propelled toward the door.
"YOU KEEP YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF HERE, YOU LITTLE WHORE!"
Judy found herself standing in the hall. She couldn't believe it had happened to her. A few moments before she had been an untouched little girl on her way to give her boy friend a prize.
Now she was standing in a chilly hallway with her clothes half ripped off and bleeding from a dozen cuts, with the taste of a teacher's cum still in her mouth.
What would she do? She knew already. She was a strong girl with a strong sense of need. She knew that if she told anyone, there would be sympathy and understanding. There would also be dirty looks and no boy would date her except for one thing. And marriage would be out of the question for a while. So the best thing to do was not to tell anyone. To go ahead about her business as if nothing had happened.
And her business was Richard.
She lifted her chin and walked down the hall once more. She was determined to let him have her virginity this evening. It had almost been taken by a drunken teacher. There might be other times when her virginity would be taken. The best thing would be to give it away.
She knocked timidly on Richard's room.
"Who is it?" Richard asked.
"It's me," she said softly. "Judy."
Richard opened the door. The light behind him was dim and Judy was glad it was. That way he couldn't see the cuts and torn gown.
"Judy," he said. "My God, what are you doing here?"
"I promised you something."
"But what about my roomie?"
"Send him into the bathroom or something," Judy said. "He'll understand."
Richard went to his roomie and explained things to him. The boy looked at Richard and Judy with obvious jealousy and he slowly got up.
"Okay," he said, "but don't make this a habit."
Judy laughed nervously as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She heard the lock being turned.
"Nice guy," Richard said.
"Sure," Judy agreed.
She knew he might be a nice guy but she also knew that on the next day everyone in school would know that Judy had spent an evening in Richard's room.
"Well?" Richard said nervously.
"Lay down, Richard," she said. "I'm going to make you feel good. Because you won the game for me."
Quickly Richard jumped into bed and stretched out on his back. Judy thought about the sad condition of her gown and she took it off.
The dim light revealed her full tits.
"My God," Richard breathed. "You're beautiful."
She smiled as she walked towards him dressed in only her blue panties. She knew the panties were flimsy enough for him to see the golden pussy hairs curling at the edges.
"God," Richard said again.
She stretched out beside him the bed and pressed her full tits against his chest.
"Hold me, Richard," she said softly. "Just hold me for a moment."
Richard took her into his strong arms and pulled her to him. She unbuttoned his pajama top and pulled it away from his naked chest.
They remained like that for a few minutes. Then she groped between his legs until she found his hard prick. That was all the encouragement Richard needed.
"Jesus," he moaned.
His hands began to fondle her tits and his mouth closed on hers. His tongue was probing between her lips and she gave him her tongue. It felt good. There was nothing of the rough beast in Richard.
He was gentle and strong.
His tongue trailed down her neck to her bare tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other.
"God, Richard," she said. "That feels so good."
Her voice encouraged him and he sucked more of her flesh into his mouth. And more. It felt as if her entire tit was going into his mouth. She screamed with pleasure.
A thousand tingles shot through her whole body. She wanted more of him. Again she reached between his legs and tore at his pajamas until her fingers touched bare flesh.
"Jesus," he whispered.
"Just keep sucking, baby," she pleaded. "Just keep using your mouth on me."
She began to stroke his firm prick. She felt it actually grow harder in her warm fingers.
He was moving down once more. His tongue teased at her navel and then he was lower. He kissed her thighs and then his tongue was licking her right on her panties.
His hands came underneath her ass and began gently squeezing.
"Help me," she said. "Let me take them off."
He helped her to take off the panties and then his tongue was back again. She wondered where he had gotten such an expert tongue. She figured he was no virgin so some girl had probably taught him how to eat pussy. Well she didn't care. As long as it kept feeling good.
She protested as he left her pussy and came back up her body. He stopped again to taste her tits and then he was slipping his tongue into her mouth once again.
His hard prick was pushing at her virginal cunt and she let out a soft sigh. Here it comes, she thought.
It was painful at first. He pushed into her virgin hole slowly and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Finally his cock was in. He remained like that for a moment.
"It hurts," she said. "It hurts me. I don't think I can take it."
"You will," he said soothingly. "Just wait. It'll feel good in a minute."
She waited. He only rocked gently inside of her cunt and finally the tingles started coming back. Her tits were against his chest and she began to move them against him harder.
"I told you," he whispered. "I told you it would feel better in a minute."
"Oh, it does," she moaned. "It really does."
He began to drive in harder and she didn't mind. He was making her feel good again. She could feel his prick rubbing against her clit and giving her the wildest sensations of pleasure.
"Oh, damn," he said. "Oh, damn that feels good. You feel so good, Judy. So fucking good."
She laughed with pleasure at the thought of making him feel good. He was sweating and he began to fuck her a little faster. She was trying to match his tingling rhythm.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "It feels good. I think I'm feeling things. Oh, what's happening to me? What's happening to my body?"
"You're getting close to coming, baby," he said. "And so am I."
She wasn't sure what he meant but she was sure that things were happening to her. Her cunt was stretched deliciously out of shape by his hard cock, and her body was tingling like she was on fire.
"Jesus Christ!" she said. "Oh, Jesus! Tell me what's wrong! I feel so strange. So fucking strange. Oh, your big, hard cock is doing funny feelings in me. Oh, God, what are you doing? I can feel your prick squirting me. Oh, Goddamn! I'm tearing apart! OH, SHITTTT!"
He kept pouring his seed into her cunt and finally he fell across her. She had never felt so relaxed, so good. She knew she was no longer pure but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the fact that she would have that cock again and again.
There had been many times after that trip. It had gone all over school that she was an easy lay, but the boys soon found out differently. She was easy only for Richard. She loved Richard. She never told anyone about the teacher trying to rape her.
She had married Richard soon after school. They had a good first few years together, but then the babies came and the money got scarce. She would have still stayed with Richard if he had made her. What she wanted him to do was get rough with her and make her behave.
But he had always backed down from her and she had sort of lost respect for him. The money problems got worse and then the divorce had happened.
"You seem to have done a good job, Richard," she said, fingering the money.
"I did a good job, and I'll do better next week. And there are a few other compensations."
There was something in his voice that made her look curiously at him.
"What do you mean?"
There was something different about Richard that she had noticed when he first walked through the door. He seemed to have more confidence, more self-assurance. She wished he had been more like that in his marriage to her.
"I mean," Richard said, standing up, "that the girls are wild about insurance men. They fuck without your asking most of the time."
She looked shocked. She had heard the words used before when they were in bed together, but he had never been the type to use them outside of bed.
"You're just bragging," she accused him.
"Of course. But I fucked a secretary, a couple of housewives, a twelve-year-old girl and my landlady last week. That's more pussy than I got when I was married to you."
She was hurt by his words but she was also excited by them. She had never thought of him as much of a stud.
"I think you'd better leave," she said. "I don't have to listen to your brags."
"I'll leave," Richard said. "Afterwards."
"After what?" Judy asked.
She was suddenly afraid of her own ex-husband. They had been to bed hundreds of times and she didn't mind going to bed with him again. But this was almost a stranger who was before her. A man she didn't know but was excited by.
"You know," Richard said. "After I fuck you. I still like your hot pussy best of all."
"Get out of my house," she said, but her voice was weak. She was trembling with excitement. If Richard had been so cocky before, their marriage would never have broken up.
"Fuck," Richard said loudly. "You don't want me to leave. Right now your thighs are trembling for a man to get between them. Now get your clothes off."
"No," she said.
He smiled. He reached down suddenly and lifted her from the chair. He easily tore her robe off her body and she stood naked before him.
"You still got a body that beats the young kids," he said in satisfaction. "Now prance your ass into the bedroom. We've got some serious fucking to do."
She tried to hit him. He caught her hand in a strong grip and bent it backwards. It hurt like hell and brought tears to her eyes.
"I said get your fucking ass into the bedroom," he snarled. "Quick."
This time she went. She had hardly gotten through the door before he picked her up in his strong arms and dropped her on her back on the bed.
"Open your thighs," he said.
She did. His eyes wandered over her body with a lustful appreciation. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall. Then his shirt and underclothes.
He dropped between her legs. There were no words of love, no encouragement. He plunged his hot prick into her cunt without waiting.
She had expected him to hurt but she found that her cunt was already hot without the foreplay. As he began to fuck her, she felt the tingles begin almost immediately.
"Jesus," she said. "I'm coming already: Oh, how the fuck can you do this to me?"
He was laughing at her as he plunged his hard and throbbing prick in her cunt.
"God!" she cried out loud. "Oh, God! I'm coming already! OH, FUCK ME, RICHARD!"
She expected him to finish as quick as she did but he wasn't done. He withdrew his sticky cock and turned her over. It was something that had never been done to her. She cried out loud for him to stop but nothing stopped him.
He pressed his hard cock to her asshole. He pushed. She screamed in pain as his cock-head passed the rim of her ass. He kept pushing and she relaxed enough for him to drive all the way in her shit-chute.
"Here you are, baby," he said. "You're going to love this."
He was right. His prick driving into her asshole was like nothing she had ever experienced. The tingles began again. Never in her life had she gotten this hot so quickly.
"Oh, stop, Richard!" she begged. "You're going to kill me! Please stop!"
"Nobody ever died from fucking," he said. "And a good fucking is what you need."
He was driving into her asshole with a furious violence. She couldn't help herself. She was his in a way she had never been his before.
"FUCKING CHRIST!" she yelled. "It's never been like this! Never! I'm coming again, Richard! Make me come again!"
He did. His hard prick took her up to the heights and suddenly she could feel her cunt go warm with her own juices and her entire body seemed to go numb.
He released her. His hard prick came out of her asshole and he turned her back over. He took his cock-head between his two fingers and seemed to point it at her.
"Open your mouth," he demanded.
She did and he pushed his prick deep into her mouth. Almost as soon as he entered he began to come. His cum poured down her throat until she had drank every drop.
Then he made her clean his prick and balls with her tongue before he was finished.
Finally he released her.
"I don't like this place," he said. "In the morning I'm taking you to my apartment. I'll introduce you to my landlady."
Judy knew she was never going to argue with him again. A pleasant smile came to her face. "Yes, sir," she said.
