It was a simple matter of luck, and a nice hard cock. Because Joe couldn't figure anything else that gave him such an enviable sex life. He was just an average guy, a well, a regular Joe! One of the guys, but when he was with the girls, he was a demon. They loved him, and he treated them like nobody ever had.
He treated the ladies like tramps, and the tramps like ladies. Somehow, that worked out to a lot more fucking than a dozen ordinary guys get in a year. Joe was just lucky, and he knew what to do when he got a break.
Of course, his job as a driver of a bus for a very private girls' school was a very big break. It gave him the opportunity to be alone with a lot of sexy hot young girls. They loved Joe, and whatever he wanted, blow-jobs as he drove, or late-night tender fucks, they gave it to him. He took every comer, and all the ladies came, when Joe drove his cock into them.
CHAPTER ONE
At nearly midnight on a stunningly cold night in lower Manhattan, a school bus driver named Joe asked the barmaid of the joint where he sat for another shot of rye.
Tomorrow would come incredibly early, he knew. Too early. Always the day came too early. He bought the shot, and turned to watch the slowly grinding floor show.
A woman had mounted the stage, and she wore a large, loose leopard-skin caftan. She had brown flyaway hair, and her lips were full in a pout. Joe looked at her with mild disinterest. She had a sexy enough face, but he was not especially impressed by the body he saw. Mainly because he didn't see her body. She was too wrapped up in the cloth.
He gulped at his rye. She unhooked the top of her dress, and the shoulders fell to the bottom of the garment. That bared her shoulders, her chest, and her back. As the woman wriggled, her belly pulled free of the cloth.
Joe sized up the woman's breasts. Nice tits, he thought, but not so big. Could be bigger, and still be nice. like a lot of men, Joe fancied himself a good judge of tits. We loved them, after all, more than he loved life itself.
Tits! The woman onstage had smallish, perky tits with large, reddish conical nipples. The pair bounced on her chest as she wiggled and shook her hips.
Her belly was full, and there was a pale delicacy about the woman's skin. Joe came to life upon noticing her belly. She had a soft, but not a fat belly. Just the sort of tummy a man-likes to rest his own gut upon. The area of flesh that makes for the sweetest slapping of flesh. Belly to belly, a man and a woman fucking, chopping their hips and pelvises with urgent strokes, slapping, slapping the flesh of their guts.
Joe immediately drew a picture in his mind of the dancer on a bed, which he was approaching. He would lean over her, and kiss her belly, stick his tongue into her navel. Then work his way down to other holes, where he would repeat the treatment.
Joe let the picture fade from his mind as the woman shook the whole caftan free. It fluttered to the floor, and she stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of spiked heels, and a little triangle of cloth not big enough to make for decent nose-blowing.
The woman had attached the thing to her hips with a couple of little strings. That was it. The men in the bar all turned from their drinks, and gaped at the dancer. Nobody had said what her name was. She simply got up on the stage, and started dancing.
Now, she weaved lusciously around the stage, slinking and twining, dipping one hip and then the other. Joe could not take his eyes off the woman's cunt. The little cut of cloth that she had strung over it was not even the size of a shirt pocket, he thought to himself. Would that his pocket contained what that piece of cloth contained! What that piece of cloth contained!
The woman licked her lips, and gazed all around the walls, glancing up and down the whole room, to see whose eyes she could gather. She wanted to make contact, to keep the room at attention to her.
A drunk at the front of the stage reeled glassy-eyed, trying to pay her to take off the little triangle of cloth she had stuck over her cunt. That was not in the script, though, at least not just at midnight. But the woman did all she cared to do to let the men see all they could of her pussy.
She bent over double, so that the hair on her head hung down on the floor, and she peered between her legs. The little G-string had been cut with perfect economy. It just exactly covered the lips of her vagina. The pink twins were just gathered up inside the shred of fabric, with no room for luggage.
She bent over further, so that she could look through her legs. She made sure that the men seated on either side of the stage, working men in groups, with beers and whiskey, could get a full impression of the shape and size of the folds of flesh between her legs.
The men responded to her act with their blood. Some of them gasped in their dry throats, and washed down their excitement with some suds or fermented grain. The temperature of the room seemed to rise about ten degrees when the dancer got into her acrobatics.
She squatted on the stage, with bent knees, down on her haunches, and she spread her legs. She drew a couple of fingers up the cloth that covered her pussy, and Joe felt his cock undergo a fast transition from a limp appendage of flesh to a shaft of iron.
He had to shift in his place to make room for the salute in his pants. He was a little surprised at how horny the woman had made him. He had, after all, a superb sex life. A wife, a step daughter, and a busload of tender young foxes, all of whom were his girl friends, all of whom would do lovely little favors for him in the course of a day.
But there was no denying that the dancer had brought out the raging beast in him, especially the one between his legs. He gulped his rye and ordered another. He looked at his watch, and thought what a bad idea it was to stay in the bar, since the work he did required such an early morning. But he could not get his eyes off the dancer's body, especially when she teased him, and all the men so with the show of her cunt to them. Black rug, a fur from the back of the little stage, and she reclined on it. When first she lay down she stuck one hand into the front of her bikini bottom. She let her fingers dip deep into the front of it, and the motion brought a deep sigh from the gallery.
She had gone where all of them wanted to go. Right down into the front of her little covering. The man at the front of the stage held out some money to her, and he said, Show me some hair baby. I'll give you thish, jus' show me some hair. Cmon, baby."
She pursed her lips in a big kiss, and pulled her arms to the sides of her body, so that her tits were especially prominent, and she shook her shoulders at him.
The man tried to reach out for the dancer, and she backed up, spreading her heavy legs, and thrusting her pelvis forward. She escaped his pawing hand by less than three inches. The man felt like a fisherman who has just seen a fine catch, a fine snatch fall out of his grasp. He shook his head, and his pals clapped him on the shoulders.
The dancer began to kick one leg at a time, very high in the air, so that the interior of her crotch would be completely visible, except for the little snippet of cloth over it.
All around the room, little sighs, like blasts of steam escaped from the lips of the men watching the dancer. They all admired her body. She had full hips, and the cheeks of her ass were large, but nicely formed and free of the ripples of fat that ruin the sexual appetite for a number of men.
The dancer was shapely, and supple. She moved fluidly, and knew how to make one cheek go up while the other one went the other direction. The effect showed the strain of the little strips of string and cloth in her crotch, straining against her cunt. She wove her hips in a circle of heat, in an opposite direction from the circle woven by her shoulders.
Several boys at one side of the room discussed the possibility of jumping up and fucking the dancer, if one of them watched the door, and another covered the telephone.
She caught their intention, through some attitude they broadcast. She turned to them, and licked her lips, and she spread her legs, wide, and pulled at the top of her tiny triangular patch, to draw it fully up on her cunt. She wanted to mock them, to tease them, and to drive them howling off into the night with hot need. She took great pleasure in her work.
Joe was not alone in his rage to fuck the dancer. The whole room contained as many hard cocks as there were men. She had turned each of them on, gotten them sweating and panting, and forgetful of their daytime responsibilities.
Joe, in a flash, thought of his girls on the bus. He thought of his wife and his step daughter. Sue was a lovely little thing, with one foot in womanhood, and the other in girlhood. The forward foot was one that Joe had pulled in his direction by his practice of taking her to bed with him.
He had taught Sue all the things she would need to know as a woman, such as how to give a perfect blowjob. He thought to himself with pride, that she should feel grateful for his teaching. Not every young girl gets such a tender and thorough education, after all.
The dancer rolled her hips, and Joe could not help seeing her on a bed. He could just about feel what it would be like to fuck the dancer. She would be soft, and fleshy, probably not too loose, yet not that tight in the pussy.
A full, voluptuous woman, he thought, and she would know how to rock him, how to rock him and take him down as if he had no backbone. She looked like a charmer, a pleaser. He wondered how much money she would charge.
That's when Joe decided to take leave of the joint. He had never had to pay for pussy in his life. Not directly, at any rate. He had never shelled out money for the privilege of slamming his hot shaft into a woman's channel of love. That was the height of folly, as far as he was concerned. Why pay, when so many woman are eager to have a good fuck? That's the way he looked at it, and the amount of sex he got, he figured that he was doing something right.
He slammed out some money for the barmaid, gulped his rye, and split. He took a train to Queens, and happily it was an express, with few people aboard. Joe was eager to get home. The dancer in the bar had left him with a frozen hard-on. He couldn't get it down. He could only think of one thing to do. He would get Marie. His wife. She would be asleep, and her lips would be slightly parted, and she would hate the rye on his breath. But she would take it. They had straightened that out a long time ago in their marriage.
When he needed sex, no matter how little Marie wanted it, she gave it to him. That was because he knew how to find money for her, no matter how little he had. They had it worked out.
The train let him off at Kew Gardens, and Joe hurried to their little house. A good, solid house. Not many bus drivers had such good houses, he reasoned. No way. He had gotten this house through good investments. He owned a couple of laundromats.
Joe raced down the block against the chill of the night, and he cleared the front stairs in half a second. He was undressed and in bed with Marie in a flash.
His cock was still like a spear. He felt the end of it, and noted that a few drops of pre-come had risen to the top. He wiped them off, and stroked Marie. He was pleased to see that she was affectionate.
She was also naked. He liked that. He and Marie had been married, what? nine years? He could not remember exactly. But of all the women he knew, she was unique in the fact that she had just gotten more sexy all the time.
She had developed into a smoldering bitch, a horny cunt par excellence. She put her mouth up to his, and threw one leg over him. She hit his cock with her thigh, and she gasped, ' Oh Jesus. God, Joe, it's like a rock. Ohhh, my God! Oh, Joe, that's beautiful! You're always bringing me home the nicest presents. This is surely the nicest. Thanks a million, baby."
Joe was full of pride. His Marie never let him down. And tonight, when he was hornier than he had been in weeks, because of the dancer's act, he needed her to be interested in sex.
He grabbed her in his arms, and he kissed her hotly, and deeply. She let her mouth open to his tongue, and she did not say anything about the heavy scent of rye on his breath, even though she hated to smell booze on another person when she had had none.
She pushed her face to his, and sucked his exploring tongue. He drew his hands across her body, rolling her tits, and patting her fine sensual belly. She groaned, and he felt the sound in his tongue and his jaws.
He dropped his hand down to her thighs, and he stroked her pubic hair. She spread her legs wider, drawing him to her with the one she had thrown over him.
He put his hand between her legs, and felt how hot she was, how wet she was between her legs. He clenched his teeth, and drew his breath in sharply.
She began to roll her hips. Joe could not help picturing in his mind the dancer at the bar. She would come back to him in pictures for weeks, he thought. She really had been a sexy bitch. He paused for one moment to wonder if she actually loved fucking, and if she fucked the men who watched her dance. That would only be fair! he thought to himself.
Marie pushed her boobs into Joe's hairy chest. He had the burly chest, and the powerful biceps of a truck driver, even though the load he hauled was much nicer than girders or grain. Girls are the nicest load a man can haul, and Joe had hauled a dozen times more than his share.
He put his fingers up Marie's cunt, deep into the hot lips, up the damp quivering hole. She shuddered, and clung to him. She licked his lips, and began to grind her hips. He knew she was ready. He would make her wait just another few seconds. That way, he would be sure of good hot fucking, getting her off fast, so that he could come fast. Horniness had that effect on him.
Joe didn't like to play around with a lot of little games, not when he was really hungry, when he really wanted a piece of ass. He flicked Marie's clit, and she let a fluting little cry escape her lips. He liked that. He liked the fact that she was so exquisitely sensitive.
He felt the thickness of Marie's thighs, and he smiled to himself. She was a hot number, all right. When she wrapped those big strong thighs around a man, he would know. She had a way, in bed. That is why he'd married Marie.
She finally moaned, "Joe, Joe, baby. Get in me. Put it in me, Joe. Gimme that fat hard cock, baby. Oh please, don't mess with me. I want it, Joe, baby, I want that piece of meat. Fuck me, Joe, fuck me."
He loved her request. She rarely called him like that. He knew that she was dying for sex, as much as he was. He liked that a lot. He rolled her over on her back, and he took her thighs in his strong hands.
She sighed, "Unghhh. Oh do it. Do it to me. Oh Joe, that's the way. My man, baby, Joe."
He squeezed her big hot thighs, and he eased himself into her. Slowly, taking note of all the sensations that raced through his body as he dipped into her honey-pot with his stinger, he sucked in his breath through clenched teeth.
"Oh baby," he said, to her, hotly, 'I love to fuck you, you are so nice and soft and hot, so nasty and sweet."
She raised up her belly, so that she slapped his gut with her flesh. They both laughed sweetly, and pressed together closer. He began to fuck her with a vengeance. She wriggled her hips on the bed, full of the deepest pleasure.
"Mmmmm, baby," she sighed. "It's so nice. I love you so much, Joey, baby. Fuck me, honey. Give it to me, give me, ohhh! ohhh! That' so nice! Ohh, Joe, you're so fine, such a fantastic lover!"
He quickened his strokes, and his cock thickened as he did it. Marie took note of-both developments. She groaned, and she settled back into the mattress, pulling him and pushing him, feeling his big heavy chest, so thick with hair, and the smell of his sweat.
She loved the man. He had a fat cock, and a constant demand for sex. She only rarely found that too much to handle. He came home late, a lot, and he sometimes took her along, when he went bowling, or drinking. But she forgave him everything. He was brusque with her, that's true, and sometimes mean. But he could be so tender, and so nasty in bed. She smelled the smoke and the rye hanging on him, and wondered if another woman had tried to fuck him that night, or finally, if he had tried to fuck another woman.
She let the worry slip from her mind. She was lucky not to be a jealous woman, a jealous wife. Joe had enough jealousy for both of them. He knew how to handle himself in a tough fight or a brawl, even. He was a solid guy, and she loved hearing the snorting of his breath in her ear as he fucked her.
She settled back, and closed her yawning mouth, and her smarting eyes. She had tried waiting for him, that day, and she had had to drop off to sleep.
But the minute he got into the bed with her, she was ready for him all over again. She just could not help it. He was too sweet, too hard and strong, and he knew all her special places, the little buttons of pleasure, the zones where she went wild if he touched her.
Joe stuck his tongue into Marie's ear, and blew his hot breath around it. He knew what effect that would have on her. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, and she heaved his body into the air with the thrust of her ass at him. That reaction was a patented thing between them.
When Marie threw her ass at Joe, from underneath, she drove her cunt down hard onto the base of his cock. She tried to time her convulsion so that he was pushing into her when she flew at him. That way, she got the tightest squeeze between them. She loved to feel the thickest part of him right at the entrance to her pussy. Just into her, right at the door to her love channel, she got the greatest thrill from the impact of him.
Joe and Marie collided in mid-air. She was heaving up at him, and he was stroking down into her.
She gasped as she hit him, saying, "OOhh! Darling! Oh God, that's the place! That's what I love!"
Joe shoved his body into her with long, rolling surges. He wanted to feel her, from her big lovely boobs down through her belly, and then, finally, her pussy.
He took it slow, deliciously and with a keen sensitivity to the sparks of delight that went off in Marie's body. She shuddered and gasped, whispering unimaginably rough things into his ear.
"Jam your fucking cock into my big hot cunt, you son of a bitch,' she whispered, with nothing but tenderness in her voice. "Shove that meat to me, split me open, you mother-fucker, and come like a fucking fountain inside me."
Joe always loved to hear Marie talk like that, so long as they were both in bed, alone together. He got so excited at her foul mouth. It was just incredibly sexy to him. It was the source of the boiling in his balls. His come began to get raging hot, trembling through his loins, and he grew wildly eager to come in her.
"Baby, Marie, darling,' he moaned, "I'm coming, soon, so tell me where you are. I'm gonna fuck you, baby, and you're gonna take this load like it was gold."
She wrapped her big hot thighs around her husband, and she pulled his ass toward her. She rolled her pelvis up and down, to have his cock stroke the inside of her pussy, all inside, from the clit nearly to her asshole. She began to shake and her trembling foretold of her orgasm.
Joe hurried his strokes. When Marie came, there was not the slightest room for anything else. She could stop the stars in their tracks, with the way she got off. She rocked and heaved, and he had to hang onto her fine big body just for his own safety.
He hunched her pussy faster and faster, until he felt his cock growing sweetly numb. There was that trembling at the base of his cock, precisely where his prick and balls were joined to his crotch, and Joe knew that he was about to get off.
He tightened his jaw and then his teeth, and he made little whimpering sounds, like those made by a man working incredibly hard, an athlete straining at the edge. He was a hard-working lover, this Joe, bus driver and stud. He loved giving to Marie.
He felt his balls raging, exploding, and sending a hot boiling delivery up the chute of his penis. He felt Marie surging against him, churning and straining, tossing her ass at him, and clamping the muscles of her cunt on him.
They pounded furiously, and the slapping of their bellies was prettier to hear than bells in a town square. They felt themselves sweating like champion athletes, racehorses. They kissed each other hotly, wetly. Joe still felt the thrust of Marie's lovely big tits against his chest. He shook his shoulders so that her nipples, the hard erect tips would feel the friction of his hairy chest.
Marie dug her fingernails into his back, and she screeched, "Oh you fucking son of a bitch. Oooh! Oh God I'm coming so hard! I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy! It's putting me out to lunch. Oh Joe, Joey Joey Joey! Oh baby! UUNHGHHH!! "
By her moans and her hard shuddering throbs of ecstasy, Joe figured out that Marie was coming. He had only a few seconds to figure, though, and he got off just as she was coming.
That was perfect; he felt his load trembling throughout his body, causing him to shake with uncontrollable bliss and muscle joy. As his come raged into Marie's cunt, spurting with the fury of a cannon, Joe rocked and pounded into Marie.
They were coming at the same moment, and she squeezed him, and there was an electric tension between them. She shook, and he shook, and between them they nearly reduced the bed to kindling.
They pounded so hard, the room rattled, and their child, young Sue, wondered off in the night, down the hall, to see if something had happened. She dozed off to sleep, however, and dreamed of green fields.
In a moment, Joe and Marie stopped heaving and throbbing so hard. They simply lay together, locked in a hot embrace, loving and kissing each other. Their chests heaved, and down between their legs, there was a special kind of communication.
Joe flexed his prick, so that it slapped a bit around inside of Marie. She felt his motion, and she clamped the muscles of her cunt around him. They traded squeezes for a few moments, and they chuckled to themselves.
"Joe, baby. I wanted you so much, today. I was so horny, I had to have you. I tried to wait, but I fell asleep. Oh baby, it was so nice. You are such a stud!"
Joe glowed all over when she talked like that. He knew he was good. If he wasn't so, how come he had so many broads hangin' all over him? He knew that proved it. But still, he loved for Marie to talk to him like that, to tell him how great he was in bed.
He kissed her tenderly, and said, "Baby, I'm crazy about you. I run home to you, when I'm about to go nuts for a piece of ass. You never fail to get me off, and I always feel like a million bucks after I fuck you, honey."
Morning, as it always does, came too early for Joe. It hit him like an unexpected bill. He groaned, and fought to get himself from the grip of his sleep.
He and Marie had fallen to sleep right after fucking. They dropped into unconsciousness like rocks falling into a well. Joe dreamed, naturally, about the dancer he had seen earlier in the evening.
Just about the time the alarm went off, Joe had been with her, and she had asked everybody in the bar to leave, so that she could take her little patch of cloth off.
Everybody had left the bar, except Joe. Nobody said anything. They all filed past him, and he stayed, with his eyes stuck on the dancer.
She noticed Joe, and she said, "Honey, please stay. I want you to see my cunt. I want just you, baby."
The doors locked, and she told him to pour himself another drink. He settled into a big, soft cushion, and she danced just for him. She put her fingers inside the strings that held her triangle in place, and she ground her hips on the black fur that she sprawled upon.
She put her fingers into the little snatch of fabric, and she began to get hot. She was breathing hard, her tongue was hanging out, and she licked her lips greedily, urging him on and shaking her tits at him.
She had said to him, "Joe, come up here and take this thing off me, baby. I want you to pull it off. I can't get it off. I want you to make me naked, Joe. Come fuck me, darling. Come up to me baby. I need you."
He had gotten up out of his cushiony backdrop, and was reaching for her when the day, complete with rain, came on him, announced by the alarm clock. His penis was stretched out to its full length, and it was like granite. Joe couldn't believe it when the scene broke. It was like the cracking of an egg.
The dream, the sweetest he had had in ages, split in half, and a reality far less enticing fell out on him, the yoke of his everyday world. A joke of a dream, he thought. He wished he could fall back to sleep, for just two minutes, so that she would be there, and he could take hold of her cunt, and strip her naked and fuck her.
He knew better, though, than try to catch a dream that has faded at the onset of day. He would probably just oversleep by another hour, and that would leave his little girls out in the rain. He did not want to do that at any cost. The fear of having all his little girls standing out in the rain was all that kept Joe from chucking the day out the window and sleeping through it, in Marie's arms.
CHAPTER TWO
With a monumental effort, and a half-ton of dread, Joe pulled himself out of bed, and into the chilly bedroom of his home in Queens. He glanced over at Marie. She looked so tenderly warm and sexy. He noted the pout of her lips, the way they stretched out and glistened, against her pillow.
He wanted her. He figured that wanting her had something to do with his dream, but not everything. She was so hot, and deep in himself, Joe wished that he could be happy only having sex with one woman, with her. But he just wasn't that kind of man, he said to himself.
If he could have stuck to just a simple monogamous life, he would have, because if he ever knew a woman worth being faithful to, she was Marie. He loved her deeply. She slept soundly. He quietly went off to the bathroom, shivering inside his heavy robe.
He knew he would have to get to work early, on account of the rain. He always took it easier on the roads when they were slippery, and there were plenty of other problems on a rainy day. People all moved slower. There was also a lot of bad driving done on rainy days. People didn't know how to handle it, and they were also a bit depressed, and didn't seem to care.
So he shaved and showered in a hurry. He regretted not being able to do anything for his load, the ramrod between his legs. He thought that if his prick had been a big pet, it would have been crazy by that time, trying to make out the teasing it got from the dream without any gratification.
Come to think of it, Joe thought, he was about to go crazy for the exact same reason. He cleaned in a hurry, dressed and headed for the kitchen.
Finishing his coffee, Joe thought about the day to come, about the little girls that he would be driving around, from the flush suburbs up north of the city.
The girls were all privileged little cunts, the daughters of a group of highly successful families, professionals and owners of things, who wanted to have their little girls safe and well-taught. They were already well-bred and well-fed.
Joe thought how much it took to send one of his little foxes to school. They all wore lovely clothes, from Lord & Taylor, Bloomingdale's and Saks. They were sweet little things, day school girls, who looked forward to school in the swellest places in New England. They would get all the advantages.
And in his own way, Joe figured that he was giving the girls another advantage. He was like their Uncle Joe. They told him of their budding romances, and of their parents. They told him about sex, and they asked him for advice.
In exchange, Joe got little favors from the girls. Sometimes, the little foxes retrieved money from their parents, when he needed a few extra bucks at the end of the month. They also gave him special little favors. They gave him little surprises, they rubbed parts of his body. They rubbed his back and his legs, his chest. He sometimes asked for more than that. He wanted to have one of the nubile lovelies to suck his cock, in truth.
He had one girl in particular in mind, a precious and wild little creature named Toni, a tender little thing with a blooming pair of tits and a lovely face. She had a way about her, a very special strut to her walk, a sexual way that spoke of experience far beyond her years.
He knew she would know all about sex, she would know exactly what he was talking about if he asked her to blow him. He was on the verge of asking her.
Joe had known most of these girls for as long as they had attended the Walerton Academy. There was a younger branch, for the little girls, and the one which Joe drove for. He could not believe what well-developed little girls were attending school. They were virtually women, some of them.
Full of sauce and imagination, full-hipped and full-lipped. He dreamed of them sometimes.
Joe woke from his coffee reverie, and headed out to the parking lot. He made it fast, the roads were pretty good, considering, and he felt better than he had expected to, considering the minute quantity of sleep he had gotten the night before.
He greeted the dispatcher with a slap on the elbow. "Hi ya Sal, what ya say, buddy?" The two men liked each other, and were glad to see each other on such a dismal morning.
"All set to haul those platinum-plated little pussies to Walerton this morning, huh Joe?" Sal asked.
Both of them laughed heartily. Sal had ridden with Joe one day, and because of what he had seen, because of the lustiness and the deliciousness of the Walerton girls, Sal had wanted to see more.
He wanted pussy, young, fresh and tender.
But Joe could do nothing to help Sal. There was only so much he could ask for from the girls, his girls. Asking them for a blow job, or for the kinds of shows they would sometimes have aboard was a big enough deal. But he couldn't ask the girls to fuck one of his buddies, no matter how much he liked Sal.
So he had had to gently let the guy down. He told him, "Listen, buddy. There's only so many things a guy can do for a pal. I got responsibilities. I could lose more than my job for trying to pimp these little foxes. I could fuckin' lose my life! Get my meaning, buddy? Capeech?"
Sal sadly acknowledged the truth in what Joe was saying. "Yeah, you know, you're right
Joe. It's too risky. Those things, though, those cute little bodies are enough to drive a man out of his fuckin' mind with horniness, you know? Jesus!"
Joe had to admit that Sal was one-hundred per cent correct. But he was happy to be able to get back on the bus, to be able to bask in the warmth and the beauty of all those little lovely bodies.
In the rain, Joe headed out, carefully, with a thermos of coffee and a couple of hard rolls.
Lazily at the wheel, he thought of his first stop. He drove all around the Rye Purchase area, loading up his little yellow vehicle with the daughters of the rich.
The first pick-up was a plump little cutie named Janice. She hopped aboard with an unusual friskiness in her step. "Hiya Joe!" she said, with her voice full of fun. "What's new?"
"Oh baby, nothin' " he said, his voice heavy with dread and depression. The weather was really getting him down.
"Oh Joe!" she cried. "What's the matter? Rain getting to you?"
"Yeah, baby. I need somebody to kiss me, know what I mean?"
Janice giggled, and she put her hands around his big strong head as she put her bobbing tit to his right ear. she kissed him on the head. Joe smiled, and then, to his surprise, felt his neck stroked seductively by the little girl. She was not that little, really. About fifteen. Nice age, with some girls. Janice had still a lot of baby fat.
She was obviously beginning to catch on to a few things, however. He hadn't had his neck stroked that way since he was stationed in Samoa during the war.
He turned to Janice, and said, "You're really beginning to catch on, baby. You just find yourself a boyfriend, or something?"
"You're too much a clairvoyant," she said. "You must know everything about men and women, Joe. I don't know how it is that you can tell right away like that. But it's true."
Joe closed the doors, and headed off down the highway, with seven automobiles hooting at him from behind.
He muttered, "Ann, shuddup." and he turned to Janice. "Tell me about him, honey," he said.
"Oh Joe," she said, with a twitching to her thighs. "He's cute! His name is Tommy, and he stopped being a virgin last year. He loves to feel me all over, Joe.. He puts his hands up under my dress, whenever we're alone with each other. He's the horniest mother-fucker I've ever met."
Joe was not in the least startled by Janice's language. He had grown used to hearing young girls talk like sailors. They all did. They were all dirty little sluts, tough and cynical, and all of them were horny as could be.
Joe heard it all. At first, he was astonished, and thought that they were just doing it for effect. Then, hearing them talk about their sex lives among themselves, he realized that people are just like that.
He had been a very foul-mouthed little fellow, and he just hadn't believed that girls, too, could be that way at that age.
"Horny, huh. Say he's horny." Joe said, without a trace of expression in his voice.
"Oh Joe, you have no idea!" Janice said. Joe wondered how some kid could be so horny as to pick this little porker, when so many really sexy ones were available. Maybe the kid was ugly or afraid of beauty. There are guys like that, he thought to himself.
"Oh, when he gets alone with me, he can't keep his pants on," she said, "and he has the cutest pecker you ever saw. He asks me to chew his cock, Joe, and guess what? I do! I love it! I never did that before in my life, Joe, and guess what? It's neat! His pecker is long, and skinny, and when I put it in my mouth, Tommy makes these funny sounds. They come like from his belly, and he shivers all over. I like that part a lot. He-likes another part of it, though."
Joe saw it coming, so to speak. He had another stop, in 200 yards, and he pulled off into the drive of the Korner family.
Careful of the tipping of the slick yellow omnibus, Joe turned to the girl, and said, "And what might that be, Janice?"
"He calls it shooting stars," she said. "But he just means coming. He jumps up and down, sort of, and his jism goes into my mouth. It tastes salty, and he shoots a lot of it. It's hot stuff, thick and white, and he makes a lot of funny noises when he comes in my mouth, Joe. He loves it so much, I just can't say no."
Joe thought he would either tip the bus over or have a mild heart attack when he thought about a good blow-job, especially one by a nubile young lady.
No wonder this kid goes with a tub like her, he thought. She gives the little bastard fantastic blow-jobs. Jesus, any other guys knew that she would have a thousand dates a year.
Joe knew all too well the value of a super blow-job. His cock had still not loosened from the morning's dream, and he was just on the verge of forgetting all about the strip tease dancer, when Janice got him hard again.
"Jesus, baby," he said, "That's amazing. You just blow this son of a bitch when he strips off his pants, and shows you his pecker?"
"Oh Joe, it's not exactly like that. It's fun and cuddly. He gets drunk, just a little bit, and I watch him. He puts his hand under my dress, and then he jumps around, barking like a dog, and he strips naked! Then I give him a blow-job, after he jumps in my lap, and sticks his dick in my face. I can't avoid it! He jabs it at my eye, and I always jump to avoid it. Then, he shoves it in my mouth. What can I do, but blow him, Joe?"
"Jesus, baby, I couldn't tell ya," he said, and pulled to a half in the Korner driveway. Jody stood there, in a black rubber coat, and a red umbrella. Her large pink glasses looked so fragile underneath the umbrella.
Joe liked Jody, perhaps as much as he liked Toni, who was his special little fox. Jody was dark, and slender, and a little nervous. He knew that she studied, and that she read a lot of classic works. He had a certain admiration for her.
She was exceptionally bright, and very quiet. He wanted her to sit in his lap, perhaps even on his face. He really loved that idea. Judy Korner on his face! That was rich! So was she, and he knew that her parents would have his head on a paper plate if he messed with her. She would be the type, or she COULD be the type to spill the beans, he thought.
He just didn't know what lurked underneath her silence. She could be raging with passion. He had found, with Marie, and other women, that the quiet ones were often the horniest, and the most anxious to please a man. Jody could be that way, he thought, and then, she could be a first-class cunt. There's only one way to tell, and a mistake could be fatal. The way was to test her, ask her for a little. Just a feel, or a little massage of his back. He got that from all of them practically.
For some reason, however, he had a special respect, partially out of fear, for the Korner girl. He was somewhat reverent in her presence.
Rather daintily, she boarded the bus. She was a compact little fox. Tight hips, a good firm, pert set of tits. Even under her rubber coat, the bulge of her bosoms was prominent.
Joe bid the girl a cordial "Good morning, Jody, and how are you today?" She thought he was a trifle more formal with her than with the other girls and she was absolutely correct.
Joe was also more horny for her than for other girls. Just something about her poise riveted his attention to her. She was wonderful. Joe let her pass, down the aisle of the bus, and he actually felt a little relieved to be able to press on his way, without having to converse with her for a long time.
Janice had said hello to Jody as she got in, but she continued to chatter to Joe. He was a little tired of her prattle.
She said, "Joe, are you still sad because of the rain? It rains all the time in Westchester, Joe. Why today? I get it; you didn't get enough last night."
Joe turned to her. He couldn't believe how Janice had changed from the pudgy little brat he had known at the beginning of the year. She was turning into a woman, and she was evidently teaching herself the whole course, and not doing such a bad job of it.
He wryly grinned at her, and made some evasive remarks, "I.. .uh, well, that is to say, urn.. . "
She giggled heartily, and said, "I'll just bet you got some, and it was good, but you didn't get enough, huh?"
How did she do it? She knew exactly what was the matter with him; the sex he had had with Marie was wonderful, but the interruption of the dream in which he fucked the dancer had made him sour, especially since he had been so indulged in the dream, and had to wake to a soggy gray day on the roads of Westchester County.
He turned to her, and smiled. "You are really gettin' to be some fortune teller," he said.
"And maybe just a little bit at telling misfortunes," she said. "Poor Joe. How can you put up with a squalling busload of ex-virginal schoolgirls. Day after day. Here, , Joe. let me soothe you."
She leaned over and stuck her sweet pink tongue into his ear. Joe nearly swerved off the road. It did feel fantastic, and he didn't know how to respond to the girl.
He glanced at her sideways. She was going to be a lovely woman, he suddenly realized. She would have a strong big set of tits. Monster melons. He wanted to lay his head on her belly. He thought she would be soft, and warm, and that the closeness of her would be marvelously comforting.
He pressed on, down the wet soggy road, that hard old road, that always seems to incline up a hill. He sometimes wondered, as he did that morning, whether he would find it all worth it when he got to the end. Dark, brooding thoughts. He wondered what had come over him.
He had a lot, for a guy in his position. A sexy wife,, enough money to be comfortable, and a whole busload of sexy little foxes who treated him right. He couldn't understand it. Rainy days came often enough, and he rarely reacted so strongly to bad weather, or to an interruption of a dream.
He thought, trying to pick up his spirits, that Toni's house was only a few more stops. He always got happy, seeing her.
His next stop, however, was one he always dreaded. That may have explained his sudden sourness. He had to stop for a shrill, whining little bitch, a studious and boastful little cunt who bored him shitless.
Her name was Elaine and she studied like crazy. He thought she was crazy. He would seriously have pursued the idea of booting her off the bus at high speed. He also knew that the other girls would have put money on the rub-out.
With a slackening of his speed, he pulled up to her house, and opened the doors of his bus. He took his time opening the doors. If he could spend just a little time causing her to stand in the rain, he would be a little happier.
Anything that went against the little bitch was a source of supreme pleasure to him. She was so offensively self-congratulatory. A skinny littte slut with thick glasses and a loud fucking mouth. She luckily couldn't see that well, and sat at the rear of the bus, reading. That was just fine with everybody.
He wearily opened the door, and said, "Good morning, Elaine. How are you, dear?"
Under his breath, he said, why don't you lie down in the mud, you little cunt, and I'll run over you? Wouldn't that be nice?"
The girl got on the bus, and immediately launched into a recitation of sorts, that consisted of what she had studied the night before, and what she had eaten for breakfast, and what her parents had said about the state of the world.
He abruptly pulled away from the stop, and noted, to his satisfaction and amusement, that she nearly sprawled all over the floor, and that she dropped a couple of books onto the muddy floor, soiling one of them seriously.
"Oh darn it!" she shouted. "That's terrible! A nice new book! It was just new this year, Joe! Why can't you be more careful!? For Pete's sake, you trying to kill somebody?"
Joe thought, you don't know half of it, shitface. Get back to your seat.
He said. "Oh Elaine, I'm so sorry about your book, darling. Let me wipe it off for you, please. Such a muddy day, and the bus has not been running properly. They just don't take care of things the way they used to."
He knew that would occasion one of her memorized spiels from the blathering of her parents. It did.
"That's so true! So true indeed!" she said. "Honest to goodness, Joe, the world is just going to hell, in a hand basket! The way these unions try to bleed the rest of us is a shame, and all these welfare cheaters! It's just too terrible, there ought to be a law!"
He began to wish that he had never opened the door for her. He felt that way every day he opened the door for Elaine. Crummy little bitch, he thought.
He said, "For your own personal safety, Elaine, I suggest you take a seat. One near the rear of the bus. A study by the AAA shows that those killed in bus accidents are usually those sitting at the front of the bus. If I could sit back there, darling, I would happily do it. But I don't have the chance to save my life, like you do."
Dutifully, she plodded back to the rear of the bus, with her muddy textbooks. Joe breathed a little sigh, to see her out of his way for a while. What a nuisance she was. She was so out of character, and out of place with the rest of the girls. Especially his pet foxes, the ones who cared for him and gave him little treats.
Toni was only two stops away. His next stop was a girl named Denise. Hot little number. She was dying to get fucked, he knew. Everybody knew Denise. She was a fine little girl. Not so little, really. like the others, she was around fifteen or sixteen. A very nice age for a young woman.
She got on, and she walked like the dancer he had seen the night before. Hot and dangerous, she was. A mean little woman, eager for fucking. He could not mistake that strut. She always stopped at his seat, as she got on the bus, and stroked his head.
He loved it. He drove down the road, and she put one leg up on the platform behind him. That invariably caused her skirt to separate, and she wore those split wrap-around plaid skirts.
So when she put one foot behind him, he got a large flash of thigh, and sometimes a full view of her snatch. Sometimes, she wore panties, sometimes she didn't.
Much to his pleasure, Joe noticed that Denise wore nothing underneath her skirt.
She had a pudgy lovely cunt, with just a fine covering of downy hair. She knew what she was about, that was certain to Joe.. She was wearing black stockings that day, but ones that only stopped short of her hips. Not leotards, and not panty hose. Just sexy stockings, like hookers and strippers wear.
She sauntered up to him, and said, "Hiya, Joe. Sweetheart. It's nice weather for clams, have you noticed?"
"I see 'em, I see 'em." Joe said. "Beautiful, baby. Maybe a little green yet, though. Could use a little seasoning, and when they mellow a bit, they'll be perfect."
She grinned at him, and she said, "If you really like the tough ones, Joe, you can hit the nursing home. What I've got is tender and fresh. Just smell it, baby. Go on. Stick your face up my legs, don't be afraid. Take a good strong hit. Lick it, taste it. I'd love it. so don't think I'm doing you any particular favors."
Joe found that the girl had a way of getting to him. He was getting tremendously horny listening to her. She had a husky voice, low and raspy. He loved it.
Denise let her skirt drift back a bit, and Joe glanced to the side where she stood. Jesus, he thought. She's fucking naked underneath that skirt. Of all the luck. Just when you want a stoplight, you can't find one.
Suddenly, as if by magic, there wasn't a stoplight, but a halt in the traffic.
He had to stop the bus. There had evidently been some kind of accident further up the road. He could see a car off in the ditch, and he pulled to a stop.
He first glanced in the rear view mirror. Jody was deep in her book, and Elaine, the little asshole, was also reading. Her head bobbed up and down the page, and her lips worked. The rest of his passengers looked out the windows, or dozed slightly.
Denise, however, stood right beside him. She had her leg still up on the platform at the back of his seat.
By simply swiveling his head, Joe could glance directly into her budding pussy. The lips of her cunt had just begun to unfold. They were lovely, pink and sweet.
He would have had to have had superhuman will to avoid doing what he did then. He took a bite.
He put his face over to her pussy, and stared at her. He sniffed her snatch.
She smelled so fresh, and tender. He could not stop himself from licking her pussy. He sawed at the slit in her twat with his fleshy blade. She whimpered, and said, "Oh Joe. That's nice. I love that, Joe. It feels so good. Mmmmm. Do it again."
Joe stole a fast glance in the mirror, and out the front windows. The cars were still in a row, waiting for the spilled vehicle to be towed.
She thrust her cunt forward at him, and he put his right hand under her, to her ass and below her hips.
He squeezed her cunt with his thumb and forefinger. She drew in her breath, with a sigh, and she let her eyelids flutter closed. She loved it. He licked her again.
She began to roll her hips, in his hand. She was a well-built girl. She was stacked, nicely put together. She would be a fabulous woman, especially with a face like that.
Joe nuzzled his mouth into her crotch. He flicked his tongue like a lizard does, or a snake. With rapid darts, he invaded the tender interior of her pussy. She trembled in seconds, overjoyed for the attention she had finally gotten from him.
He knew her to be cool enough to keep from talking about what they had done together. She would be so fucking happy for the rest of the day, she wouldn't be able to study, he knew.
He noticed the cars beginning to move in the road ahead. That was his signal to let her go, but before he withdrew his face from her pussy, he thrust his thumb up her hole, and his index finger up her rear. She gasped, to herself, turning her face away from the rest of the girls. That was how Joe knew that Denise could be trusted with the secret of the things he did for her. It had to be that way.
"Go to your seat," Joe whispered to Denise, as she leaned over him. He put the bus into gear, and stared deeply into her bright blue eyes.
"Denise, baby," he said, "Kiss me, and seal our secret, all right, darling?"
She nodded, and she bent over and kissed his lips. She tasted sweet to him. Moist young lips, just like she had between her legs. He smiled. He could have some real fun with that girl. He was looking forward to finding Toni, however, and he eased the bus down the slick highway, with his, blood racing. His cock was hotter and harder than it had been all morning.
Something about the gift of a blossoming young cunt in the face was just the nicest way he could think of to counteract a gloomy day, except by staying home. And Joe wouldn't have done that for anything, since it meant missing his little foxes.
The bus bounced down the road. He had to admit that it was a fine piece of machinery. A superior bus, but what made it really nice was the fun he had with his passengers.
His star passenger stood up ahead in the drive of her parents palatial house. It was a big white thing, with three-story columns rising up the front. Toni was anything but a haughty little bitch, for all her parents' wealth. She was very tender, and they shared something that Joe couldn't define.
The first time they had looked into each other's eyes, he had known the fact of their rapport. For a man his age, and a girl her age, they did remarkably well.
It was the sort of thing that slowed time to a standstill when they looked at each other. He thought it was silly, getting like that for a little girl. Well, she was half-grown, he reasoned, and she knew what sex was.
Toni had been the scandal of the Walerton Academy the year before for her causing a young male teacher to have a nervous breakdown. The fellow had tried to teach literature to the young things, the fresh, lovely sexy little foxes, and he had been unable to deal with his own frustrations. It was just too much to be surrounded all the time with so much sweet young sexiness. In the end, the man had wound up parading around the school in his underwear, reciting Keats and Milton at the top of his lungs. They had had to cart the poor fellow away, and assign the class to a sweet old lady, who favored Wordsworth. She kept a volume from her college days, with violets pressed in the pages. The girls had liked the other fellow better.
Joe could easily see how Toni could drive a frustrated young teacher over the edge. She often upset him for a whole day. She had a slight droop to her eyelids, a certain sexy sleepiness that was irresistible to men.
Besides that, she had a full, fleshy face with prominent lips that invited kissing, and made many men, like Joe, think of blow-jobs. She also wore an expression that startled a lot of people.
Just something about the way she lifted one side of her mouth, the sneer that she suggested gave a person a lump in the throat. She was a woman to reckon with, even at the tender age of sixteen.
Joe figured she would do a lot of damage in her day. Since she had not even been out in the world, she had her best years yet to come. Already, however, she had caused some fellows to forget their names. Boys her age didn't stand a chance.
Joe sometimes had to grip the steering wheel of the bus, just to manage his feelings for her. He was horny and wild, and desperate for her. He felt that he would have run away with her, if she had suggested it.
She had a way about her, a complete sexuality, a bounce and a proud chin that suggested strength, and wisdom beyond her years.
She stood in the rain with a yellow suit on. She looked absolutely lovely to Joe.
He pulled up to a stop slowly, so as to avoid splashing her. She just commanded a kind of deference like that. She ambled onto the bus with a swagger about her. She moved her shoulders, and she bounced her tits in a wildly provocative fashion.
Joe swallowed hard. "Morning, Toni," he said, with a sigh. She stopped at the man's seat, and looked him right in the eye, and he felt as if she were seeing right through him.
"Lookin nice today, baby." he said, breathing hard. "Got a hard-on, huh?" she asked him. 'That for me, Joey? How could that be for me, if I just got on, huh? You been having some hot ideas, haven't you, baby?"
They talked like a couple who had known each other for years and years. He gave her a small expression with his eyes, and she read it, and answered with just a slight turn of her head.
They flashed that message, and she said, "How's things at home, Joey? Goin' all right, babe?"
"Beautiful, Toni." he said. He eased the bus out of the big white gravel drive, and back onto the highway. "Have a seat," he said.
Not only did the girl have a seat, she had his.
She sat down on the man's lap, and she reached under herself, and found his cock.
"What's the story, baby?" she asked. "Eatin' too many steaks, or what?"
He said, "Aw Toni. I was down in Soho last night, at a bar, and there was this dancer. Stripper, really, except she left her clothes on. She got to me, and I was dreamin' about her just before I woke up to this fuckin' miserable day."
Toni looked into Joe's face, and she said, "Honey, that's funny. You're one of the sexiest men I've ever met, and here you are, carrying a stick around for some stripper. So silly."
She grabbed hold of him. "Jesus, are you ever hard." she hissed. "That's like a piece of iron."
She moved to the side of the man, the heater of the bus, opposite the aisle.
She unzipped his pants, and she put her head up to his cock. HE gasped as he felt her tender tongue on his cock.
His prick shot out of his pants like a rocket launching, and she took the length of his meat in her lips.
She wet her mouth, and she licked the head of his cock. The glans, the flaring hooded head of his cock.
He watched her with intense passion. He had to grip the wheel as if his life depended on it. It did, in fact, as did the lives of the girls in the bus he was driving.
He just couldn't make the girl stop, however, and she was an expert cocksucker. She bobbed her head up and down on the shaft of him. Her thick curly black hair fell in his lap, and he loved the little droplets of rain at the ends of her hair.
Her green eyes were obscured by the position she had over his cock. He felt them burning into his balls, however. At times like that, he wondered if she might not have some strange powers to her.
He strained to drive the ungainly yellow bus as the girl-woman sucked his dick. She was expert; she bobbed, and she sucked with a sureness and a hot vengeance. She felt many warm things for Joe, and was pleased to suck him off.
In just moments he felt the raging load swirling up out of his balls. "Oohhh, baby," he moaned. "I can't stand it. I'm coming. Hold on. This is tricky to drive, and get blown at the same ungh! Oh! Ungh!"
He had to keep his voice down, to keep from attracting the attention of the other girls. But he felt fantastic, with his favorite passenger sucking him off. He winced and gritted his teeth as his come raged into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his come, and licked the head of his cock of the drops at the end.
CHAPTER THREE
After he let his little girls off at Walerton, Joe dropped off his bus at the garage. Sal was slow in making his way over to the yellow vehicle, and Joe wondered if his friend had suffered any depression since the morning.
"Hey Say, what's with the dragging feet, huh? Sick or somthin' pal?"
Sal said, "Aww, shit, buddy, I'll tell ya. I'm so fuckin' horny I could fuck a snake, you know what I mean, huh?"
"Sure, sure Sally, I get ya perfectly. Listen: what you need is just an old-fashioned piece of ass, and you need it now. Today. Immediately if not sooner, business or no business. What comes first is your health, and pussy is health, I'm tellin' ya. You don't wanna go around messin' with your peter. Your peter will tell ya when you need a piece o' ass. That's what it's tellin' you right now, Sally, and you'd be a fool to ignore it, know what I mean?"
Sal looked incredibly sad. "Shit yes, I know what you mean. I'm gettin' the fuckin' blues in the worst way, about just pussy, know what I mean? It just ain't right, Joey. It fuckin' stinks. The old lady.. .well, I don't wanna burden you with my problems, but it ain't goin' so hot. She's always on the fuckin' rag, man, and I get sick of goin' home at night."
"Gee, that's rough." Joe said, recalling at that instant the harmony and the fine sex he had with Marie. He suddenly remembered the night before, and he blushed all over with a good feeling. No two ways about it: a good sex life works wonders. It makes all the difference between a person who drags and one who springs down the sidewalk.
Joe thought of what he could do to give his pal Sal a boost up.
"Listen, Sal. I tell you what I'll do for you.
I'll get you a slice of it. this afternoon, right this minute if you want it. I'll even bring her here if you want. I don't know what you got in the way of how shall I say this? Accommodations?"
Both men looked around the old garage, and in a flash they had surveyed the scene. It was a musty old garage, painted a flat green and silver. Years of grease and dirt, translated to a heavy coat of grime hung on the walls and on the ceilings. There were some calendars.
The calendars were hanging there from before the Second World War, easily. The women in them were no ancient, at least.
They were full of the sort of pictures that mechanics used to use to spark their plugs while playing around the shop with their tools.
Thanks to Joe. Sal had a much sexier outlet available to him. Everybody who knew Joe knew that he could have or get anything to do with sex. He was just that kind of guy. Some guys are lucky at horses. Joe knew his way around the human libido, backwards, forwards, any way anybody wanted to get fucked, he knew about it, and could help a person find it.
His mind was racing. Sal, so Sal needs a good fuck. What can I do for this guy? Let's see.. .Joe's mind raced with references to the women he knew, the ones who loved for money, and those who fucked for fun.
He had an answer in less than a minute.
"Sal," he said. "I got just the thing for you. Lovely woman named Annette. She comes from a farm over in New Jersey. Crazy little thing. She gives one hell of a blow job. She is well, what can I tell you? I knew her back when. She'll do it for you, Sally, like that. I'll call her right now."
Sal let his jaw drop. "Gee, Joe, you mean you'd do that for me? How come, Joey? That's a stiff order, and.. . "
Joe interrupted his friend. "Listen, Sal the thing that's stiff is your monkey wrench, know what I mean? You gotta exercise the tools, or they get rusty."
Sal was a little dismayed, a trifle flabbergasted. He was so horny and so hot for the girl that Joe had mentioned, he could taste the clam sauce in his throat. He could taste pussy, he was dying to fuck. His throat went sweet and dry. He felt, on the other hand, a certain loyalty to his wife, even if she was giving him the cold shoulder lately.
He said, "Could you really, do that for me, old buddy? Gee, I'd be willing to pay plenty for that. I may not look like it, buddy, but I can pay, I got some salted away, you know, and it's plenty worth it to me. How much?"
"I told you!" Joe exploded. He was growing impatient with his friend's foot-dragging. "I'm just doin' this as a favor to you. Just because I like you, Sally. Because you need it. Some day, you can cover my ass, or whatever it is I might need. So take a gift, would ya? Geez, be a little gracious for a change."
Sal suddenly felt embarrassed about his reticence. "Yeah, okay, I see what ya mean, Joey. Tell me, though, what's this girl's story, I mean.. . Does she do this for a living, or what?"
"Sally!" Joe blew up again. "Man, you don't wanna get some kind of reputation for askin' questions, now, do you?"
Sal said, "Yeah, I guess you're right, man, but I just feel a little, I don't know, nervous or somethin. Can you see what I mean?"
Joe said he did, and he had his pal take a seat, and poured him a cup of coffee. "You just keep still, there, buddy, and let me take care of the arrangements. It'll all be straight in an hour, I promise you. Take a load off your feet, and take a load off your mind. It's gonna be all right!"
Sal managed a grin. He began to imagine what kind of woman Joe might fix him up with. Would she be a blonde? Sal loved blondes. Lights and darks are sometimes very compatible. Dark guys go for the light women, and blonde guys go for the darker ones, Sal thought to himself.
He pictured a California type of woman, a bombshell. He suddenly thought, Gee, I haven't heard that term used for a long time. Where did all the bombshells go anyway?"
Joe, meanwhile, was on the phone.
He turned the dial, and got the exchange in Soho. The phone purred, and he heard a click at the end.
"Hello?" Annette had some voice. She turned him on just by answering the phone.
"Hello, baby." Joe said. He was confident that she would remember his voice, even though it had been months since they had spoken last. But Joe had such a voice, a gravelly, rasping voice, and he could practically rattle windows when he spoke as low as he could.
Annette knew what was happening. "Oh hi, baby," she purred. "Gee, Joey, I ain't heard from you for a long time. How ya been, sugar?"
Joe got a tremendous kick out of talking to the woman. She was practically the classic blonde, in the way that blondes don't like to admit. Basically, she was a bit light in the head, although not dizzy. She was just a bit silly. Beautiful, though. Absolutely built to cause traffic accidents, which she sometimes did, even in the subway. If an express could jump the track because of a driver looking the other way, at a passing fanny, then the whole
IRT would have been one heap of mashed metal by this time.
"I been swell. I'm not say in' I got the world on a string, or anything like this," Joe said, "But I'm slidin' by with a lot of room on the sides. Nice margin, if you get my message, baby."
He heard only a lot of giggling at the end. He smiled to himself, and patted his fly.
He had had a lot of fun with the woman, at one time. She was always jumping from man to man, though, and he couldn't really trust her. Not since the night she had jumped up in the middle of a scene.
The scene had gone like this. Joe was with her in the sub-let he kept on the Lower East Side, just for purposes of fucking and entertaining, when business dictated the artful introduction of a man and a woman.
He and Annette had been running around for several weeks. They did all kinds of silly things, eating at places too expensive, even for an oil sheik. They had gone to the Met, and fallen asleep. They had taken rides on horses through the park. The only thing was, Annette was such a dumb blonde, she kept blowing their cover, and Joe couldn't afford to risk it, not with the business connections he needed to maintain.
So he had seen the scene coming, and she left before he came. That finally did it, although she hadn't done it to be mean. She didn't mean to do it; she was just dumb. She came crawling back to him, so to speak. So he had let her back in his bed, but his heart was locked, and she could never find the combination again. That was because Joe had sealed her out.
He had been in her pussy with his tongue. He didn't go down on her that often, but on that night, he felt particularly warm toward her. She was just sweet enough, when she kept her mouth shut. She was just caught between loyalties sometimes.
She had jumped up. as he was biting the lips of her cunt, and she had said, "Oh no. He'll kill me for doing this. I gotta go. Let me out of here."
Joe had been ready to cry or to kill her. He had never had a woman do that to him before in his life. How in the world could she get away with such a thing? He let her walk out the door.
He fell in a heap when the door closed behind her. He crawled over to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of wine, and proceeded to get ripped. He had cared about her. She had ripped him off.
The next time he heard from her, she had called him, and he had been incredibly distant on the phone.
"What's wrong?" she asked him in that little girl voice of hers. He found her so hard to resist. She could get right up under him, and she could turn him around her little finger, whenever she wanted to. But he made sure, after that, that he watched her at every second, and that he kept a respectful distance.
She was happy to hear from him. He wondered if she needed any money, or any cheering up. "How's it with you, baby?" he asked.
"Ah, Joey, I got the blues a little, I think. I think I always do at this time of the year. Don't know what it is."
"How about having a little party this afternoon, baby?" he asked her. "Got a friend I'd like you to meet. He's handsome, baby. He's one incredible fucking stud. Got a cock like a racehorse. Sure as shit, baby, he'll knock you on your ass."
Sal blushed heavily when he heard his friend extolling his virtues, genitally. He thought about it. Jeez, is this broad gonna expect a heavyweight champ, or what I got a lot to be proud of, true, but this little bitch better not be expecting the Russian Army.
"When can I meet him, Joey?" Annette purred into the phone. She was laying on a peach-colored satin couch, with a filmy white robe thrown over her.
She was really a woman who enjoyed sex above all else. She never used her body against people, but she related to life physically, above all else. She was just a lady of pleasure, and she enjoyed life as seen from a reclining position.
And why not? She had the perfect build for pleasure. She was almost a freak, she was so classically shaped, in the Hollywood manner. Wasp waist, big tits, and a plump curved ass that was full, and firm without being fat. Her hair was light blonde, virtually platinum, and she had a cupid's bow set of lips that she loved to keep glossed and red.
One more thing: when Annette walked down the street, she spent almost as much energy moving from side as she did moving forward. The way she strutted, a man could not mistake her bodily perfection. When she wore tight black clothes, she really was what Sal had called a bombshell. A thoroughly sensuous woman, interested in new pleasures, swell ways to get off, and to get off with another person. She loved to be held, as do most people.
No wonder Joe had fallen so hard for her. Had he been a little less experienced, and a little less shrewd, Joe might have gone back for another try. But he knew better. Still, that didn't stop him from enjoying her, and getting horny just at the mention of her name.
He was interested in seeing her, actually in fucking her again, which was the reason he was fixing her up with his pal Sal. But the arrangement was such that he could see her, and see the effects of her sex on her and on another man, without having to drop his pants.
That way, Joe felt safe with Annette. He was sure that Sal would keep his head, too. He would keep the two apart, at any rate. Just because he didn't want his buddy to get hurt by this little nymphet. Just twenty one, and already she knew the whole lexicon of nasty tricks, sweet nasty tricks that could maybe cause a man to lose his head, wanting more.
She wasn't actually a hooker, no, not really. She just fucked, and somehow, in the course of intercourse, she got enough money to live very well on. Who asked questions?
Sal asked her, "Can you stay put for a few minutes, baby? I'll come over to get you in a half an hour. And, Annie, one thing."
"What's that, honey?" she asked, sweetly, like a child almost.
"Be fresh, know what I mean?"
"Yeah." she said, slowly, with a hint of anger to her answer. How dare he tell her how to keep her body! She kept her pussy scrubbed and fresh, and she even used the most subtle aromas to perfume her hips. She knew what men liked. She knew when a man wants to go down on a woman, he-likes to find a clean cunt, freshly-washed. She was the same way about cocks. She had had her share of sweaty guys and dirty ones. She much preferred a man who had bathed first, before she gave him a blow-job.
"Sure, Joey," she said, with a very large measure of indignation to her voice. "I know exactly what you're talking about, baby. Have you ever known me to not be a clean woman? Huh? What ya tryin' to say, baby?"
"Easy, baby, back off." Joe said. "I didn't mean nothin' honey, honest to Pete. Just takin' care of my friends, that's all. I wasn't tryin' to insult you, sweetheart, you know that. Don't you?"
"Sure, Joey. I'm sorry, I just.. .it's been a little rough, lately is all. I don't mean to take it out on you. Just edgy I suppose. I'll see you in half an hour?"
"Sure, honey. But lighten up, huh? Keep your chin up, toots. It's gonna be real nice. This pal of mine is gonna give you something special. You're gonna remember him for some time. I promise you. In a nice way, I might add."
"That's nice." she said. "I'll be ready. Bye, Joey. And.. . "
"Yeah, what is it?" he said, suddenly very brusquely.
"Well, just that, I'm sorta glad you called, baby. I missed you."
Hey, that's nice." he said, with a phony sweet tone in his voice. "You too, baby. I missed your ass too."
They hung up.
Joe turned to Sal, and he said, "Listen, buddy, your troubles are all over. I got you all fixed up and all you got to do is find a nice place in which to fuck your brains out. What you got in mind? Something nice, huh?"
They both gazed around the room, and Sal said, "How about this, over here?" He led Joe to a car in the garage that was nothing, if not a sex wagon. It was a big black thing, with a long black section extended out in the rear. It was something like a limousine from the 'Thirties. But it had been worked on, recently. Some custom shop had turned the thing into a pussy wagon. It was lined in a wine-colored velour, like velvet, soft. Joe's face lighted up in a bright smile.
"Cookin' with gas, Sally." he said with a big smile. "Just what the fucking doctor ordered, huh? Know what I mean? Perfect, Sally, boy. PerFECTO!"
They both chuckled, and Joe left the garage, on his way to pick up Annette.
He headed out in a truck he borrowed. He splashed out of the muddy yard, and onto the highway. He made it to Soho fast, considering the mid-morning traffic, and the mid-town congestion.
He pulled up in front of a three-story building in Soho, a well-kept brownstone building that was narrow, and deep. He was horny from the moment he had heard her voice, but when Joe pulled up in front of Annette's building, he found himself getting incredibly hot.
He recalled the time they had fucked all Sunday afternoon, while the snow fell outside. She had a special room, empty except for a few plants, and a painting, all white, and a big soft bed in the middle. The walls were all white, and there were tall windows in the front of the room, overlooking the street.
There was a kind of glow to the room, when the snow fell. She had been in red. Annette in red. She looked so hot, and so sweet in that bare room, in that little red towel. It just covered her body. She had come back from a trip to Jamaica, and she was exquisitely brown all over.
Joe had dropped his chin, when he saw her, and when she dropped her towel, he dropped his pants.
He had a surprise for her surprise for him. He had grown! His cock had gotten longer since she had been away, that time.
She gasped, "Oh Joey! That's amazing! I'm astounded! Look how you've grown, darling! How nice to see you."
He felt the same. Her body was brown all over. She had bathed nude, in the sun, and in the sweet waters of Montego Bay. What was especially lovely to Joe was the fact that Annette was a complete blonde. Meaning that her pussy was covered, matted and carpeted with the same shade of platinum blonde hair as the hair on her head.
Against the brown of her skin, she looked like a pastry, he thought. That was it! A pastry! He was astonished that he had thought of her that way. After all, a person is a person, and a macaroon is a macaroon. But Annette was something different. She was a person, who looked good enough to eat.
Damned if he didn't eat her, as she fell back on the bed. Joe went straight for her pussy. His mouth was on her, licking and nibbling at the plump flesh of the mount above her passion split.
That woman loved having her cunt eaten! Joe thought to himself, as he walked up the stairs to her apartment. The day they spent fucking through the snowstorm came back to him with intense clarity.
Even the sweet, heavy sauce of her pussy, the flavor of exotic fish laced through it returned to his mind. He felt his cock harden to the consistency of granite. Annette, he thought, why did you have to be such a bitch? He still missed her. He wondered if he would get over it.
She opened the door for him, and all the times they had been together flooded back to Joe, the moment he laid his eyes on her.
"Oh baby," she said. "You look so good. Really, Joe, you're lookin' great. It's nice to see you."
He was flattered. She made him feel like such a superman. She boosted his ego tremendously.
"Yeah, Annie, baby. It's real nice, seein' you again, too, honey. You look.. .well, know something funny, baby? You look like cake to me. Just a joke, I know, but to me, you look like a big cake, sweet and thick and delicious. Can you forgive me such a thing?"
She giggled. "Joey," she cooed. "You're the one that's got to forgive. Forgive me, Joey, I didn't know what I was doing. I'm so sorry, I'll never live that down. All right, baby?" She put on a fantastic smile. Her face was transformed by a smile. She looked so lovely, so alluring and so hot. She was one very nice, horny bitch, Joe thought.
He pulled away, however, and he said, "Baby. Let's not talk about that. What happened, happened, and nothin's gonna change it. So let's just not talk about it, all right?"
She cast her eyes down to the floor, and she said, "I think I could cry, baby. Joey, Joey, Joey. When you gonna give me a break, huh? Do I gotta pay and pay and pay, for a silly moment? Jeez, honey, you never made a mistake with somebody, huh? Hurt somebody else, and lived to regret it? Lay off, huh?"
"If anybody's givin' anybody the third degree, it's you givin' it to me," Joe said. "I just don't wanna talk about it. Just now. The thing is, remember, that I got a friend I want you to meet, honey. It won't be tough for you, I really mean that. This guy is one of my oldest buddies. A good-lookin' man, too." She curled up to him, and she said, "It's you I want, Joey. Nobody else. Whataya say, baby, kiss and make up?"
She gave him a very sexy look and then smiled.
"I wish it was that simple, I really do," Joe said to her.
She suddenly grabbed his balls, and she squeezed him. "Joey," she breathed into his ear. "Fuck me now, baby. Stick it in me. I'm dyin' sweetheart. I haven't had any for weeks. It's killin' me! Come on, Joey. Do me a favor.
Please, Joey. PLEASE!"
Looking deeply into her eyes, Joe saw the need there, and the heat that must have accumulated between her legs. He got wildly horny. He was so anxious to fuck her. He was beginning to breathe hard.
"Baby," he said. "My buddy. This is supposed to be a favor for a friend. Remember? Well, think of it like this; it's a favor for both of you, it's.. . "
He couldn't go on. She had her tongue in his ear, and she had her hands on his hips. One hand cupped his balls, and the other stroked his ass.
Dumb as she was, Joe had to hand Annette one thing. She had terrific memory for what a man really liked. She remembered that when she held him there, he couldn't keep his act together.
He began to come unglued. She had a way of holding his balls that was firm, but gentle, so that his cock began to tremble with the excitement of the moment. He found it impossible to carry on his neat argument against fucking her.
He felt himself growing hot, and with that, his will power grew limp. He was just like that.
He turned to her. She had a look in her eyes that really did tell of a week or two, maybe three, of thirst for sex. She was horny. She was a classic dumb blonde, and she was horny enough to take a dozen men, the whole city, if she had time!
Joe licked the edge of her lips, and he pushed his face to her. "It's not that I don't want you," he said. "It's just that I feel a pressure of time, today, and I feel obligated to Sal, see, and.. . "
Annette got angry. "Fuck Sal!" she shouted. "Who comes first?"
Before she could say anything else, he slipped in, "Yes! Sal! Now you're catching on, baby. And you make sure HE comes first! Get the picture?! "
She backed up a little bit, and she looked wounded. That way, he found it easier to deal with not fucking her. He prayed that she wouldn't pull one of her usual tricks, like opening her blouse.
That's all it ever took, a tit show, to undo his resolution. He woufd have to turn away, and he felt so ridiculous doing that. As if he were a schoolboy, being told not to look, but worse yet, he was telling himself! When he really wanted to look!
They exchanged a red hot glance. Sparks flew out between them and Joe couldn't help himself. The memory of his pal's condition drifted from his mind. All he could see, all he could think about was Annette. She was so sexy, nothing but a hot bitch, horny and dumb.
He couldn't help himself. "Baby," he breathed. "Come here to me. Come fuck me, you lovely cunt. I need you."
"Oh Joey" she said. "That's what I wanted to hear. Oh Joey." She fell into his arms, and she closed her eyes. Her lips fell onto his, and she was warm and moist.
Joe felt a stab of guilt, just a nudge of misgiving about his buddy, and about his driving schedule. When he was with Annette, however, there was nothing else on earth that mattered to him.
His cock dictated his actions, at least when he had his cock in the proximity of Annette. Anything closer than a mile and he was a goner, a dead' duck. She just had too much power, too strong sexual vibrations, for him to resist, when he was horny, and she was laying it on.
She was warm and pliant in his arms. She unfastened the bottom of her pants, and they fell down around her thighs, revealing the flashiest orange panties Joe had ever seen in his life.
"Baby," he moaned. "You just kill me, absolutely. I can't get over it. How did you ever get to be so God-damned sexy
She said nothing, but she nudged his hot hard dick with her cunt. She had a finely-developed mound over her pussy, that was plump and soft. When she wore tight garments, as she often did, the outline of her pudendum was too prominent to be ignored.
Joe reached down and massaged her pussy. She let out her breath in huge sighs. She pushed her twat into his hand, grinding the flesh of the two of them into a state of steaming excitement.
"Put your hand in my pussy." she whispered.
"Why are we whispering?" Joe whispered to her.
"Because we're gonna fuck," she whispered back. "I'm crazy for you Joe. I've gotta have you. Now. Then, we can fix your friend. Help me, Joe. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, rip me, Joe. Oh, Joe, please, baby."
He stuck his hand down into the elastic waistband of the orange panties she wore. Annette groaned and nudged him with the upper part of her body and he pulled at her cunt.
They fell together in a heap on the bed, and she was swift at getting her clothes off. She was naked. Joe felt a real conflict. Forgive me, Sal, he thought, but I couldn't help it, pal. You'll have to understand.
With that, he fell on her, kissing her and squeezing the lovely places in her exquisite body. "Mmmmmm, baby," he sighed. "I can't help myself; you're too fine. I just can't help goin' crazy for you, honey. You're so fucking sexy!"
She glowed all over to hear him talk to her that way. She wiggled her ass, and she felt his fingers sliding up into her love channel, soaking up their moisture, and heating her up.
She began to churn her hips, and Joe felt his cock throbbing with desire for the tight hole he had once loved so much. He couldn't believe that he was letting himself fall for her again. He had fought so hard, and come so far, in escaping her spell. Now, here he was, rolling and tumbling with her, when he had come to fetch her for his buddy.
What is it to be human, after all? Joe thought. How can you resist a woman like this. There's no way, he said, to himself. There's no way on earth. He buried his face in her cunt.
She gasped, and spread her legs around his head. She wrapped her thighs around his ears, and she wildly rode his face, as he licked and sucked her platinum-haired cunt.
He knew exactly what she liked. She didn't even need to ask him to rim her asshole, or to flick her clit with his tongue. He knew his way around her. That was what kept him in her mind so much. It was just that he had to keep from believing in her, or expecting her to do anything more for him than share sex with him.
He wore his feelings on his sleeve. "Oh Joe, don't feel so bad," she said. "We'll take care of your fine friend, believe me. Let's just, let's oh, let's...ungh...." She could not talk any longer; Joe was into his own magic, and she was helpless when he started to give it to her.
Expertly, skillfully and tenderly, he pushed his way into her, circling around inside her cunt, driving into her, squeezing the cheeks of her ass tenderly, but firmly. She sighed in response, gratefully.
Joe felt her passion sauce flowing from her onto his face. He was sticky wet with her juices. He sucked at her, trying to suck her dry. She loved the feeling so much.
She thrust her pelvis at him, hunching his head, trying to shower him to coat him with a layer of her clam sauce. She loved his technique. She had never known anybody who knew what Joe knew, and what he could do for her. She drew her breath in between clenched teeth as she felt him seriously reaming her asshole.
She shivered all over. He brought out the trembling sort of orgasm in her. He knew how to do it in just a matter of minutes at that.
Joe nudged her clit, while he sucked all the air, and juice he could find inside her, and at the same time, he darted rapidly around in her with his tongue.
She suddenly began to weep. "Oh Joe. I've missed you so much, baby!" she shouted. "I can't stand it! Oh eat me, baby! Such a sweet man. My good time fellow, Come to teach me how. Eat me Joe, EAT ME!! "
The woman began to go out of her mind with pleasure, and she tossed her head from side to side with the delightful sensations he orchestrated in her vagina, and in her thighs, up her ass.
Joe decided, as she thrashed and pumped on the bed, that he would not shove his cock into her. He would make her come, and she couldn't complain that he hadn't done anything for her.
It was just the opposite in fact; he had given her something that would put her in debt to him. He could then demand that she accompany him to Sal's place, and do the whole thing for his pal.
It was not often that Joe took such concern for the welfare of his friends. Live and let live, he had always said. But for once, he felt a certain generosity, and a burst of sympathy for his buddy. After all, not every man knew what he knew, and he thought that those who have got something going for themselves ought to use it to help others.
He thought these thoughts while he reamed Annette's firm, delicious ass. He licked her crack between her cheeks with his tongue wet and flat, so she felt the strokes all the way up into her tits.
Then, when he encountered the puckered little hole at the back, her servant's entrance, the old back door, the dirt road, he sharpened his tongue into a blade, a point of pleasure, a tool of delight.
He shoved it into her, and she groaned. He knew she would come soon, if he switched rapidly from her ass to her clit, and lapped the space between.
He applied the stroke, and sure as sunrise, Annette, in spasms of mindless delight, began to quiver and she went into orgasmic convulsions. "Ohhh!! " she shouted, "Oh Joe, what a marvelous eater! Jesus, baby. Unghhh!! OOHHH!! Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!! "
His face was slick with the sweet fresh fluid from her pussy, and she was in a semi-stupor of ecstasy. She could not keep her eyes open, and Joe figured that he had taken her to a distant zone, where she rarely went. She would help him, now.
She lay there on the bed, naked, trembling, spent. Joe smiled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sal was beginning to wonder what had become of his buddy. He looked out the window, to the foggy yard. It was all mud, practically. He shrugged his shoulders.
Son of a bitch probably decided to use it for himself, Sal thought. Hope at least that he didn't run off the road. Days like this, it's dangerous to drive, he thought.
He was preparing to time an engine in a small blue Spitfire when he heard the sound of the old Dodge truck in the yard. Hey! he thought. That's the truck. Must be Joe, with the dame. Jesus, how do I look?
Sal ran to the mirror, and saw that his handsome Mediterranean features were sharp. He plastered his thick curly hair down with his hands, and he turned his head from side to side, inspecting himself.
He pushed his eyebrows up, and then down, to see which looked better. He left them down, and he took a breath mint.
Joe and Annette walked into the garage, and both of them noted how nice and toasty it was inside.
'Hey, Sally, pal?" Joe shouted. "What's goin' on, buddy? You in here or what?"
Sal shouted from the back of the shop, "Joey! Hey Joey! Nice to hear you pal. What's the story with you, anyway? I was gettin' set to time a Spitfire or some such shit, just as you drove in."
By the time he finished his sentence, Sal had met the two of them. "Hey!" she shouted, with his eyes open wide, "Who's your friend, huh?"
"Sal, this is Annette, Annette, Sal." Joe said. He was formal, but not formally formal. Casually formal, with a trace of irony. He didn't make much for all the la-de-dah shit that passed for manners between people. He just thought that if people were kinder to themselves, everything would be a hell of a lot better, all the way around.
Sal and Annette stared dumbly at each other. Joe didn't know what they were going to do, kill each other, or fall in love at first sight. He wouldn't have put down any bets, the way they looked at each other.
"Everything okay, lovebirds?" he asked. "This seems too strange to be true. If either of you are thinking of violence, please let me know, so that I will not have to serve as a witness. Just think of how shameful a murder trial could be to both of you, just.. . "H e didn't need to finish.
H e didn't have to finish. Joe just looked on silently as Sal took hold of Annette by the arms, and kissed her on the mouth. She went a little limp, she went limp as a cloth in his arms. She liked Sal, and part of the reception she gave him had to do with the warm-up that Joe had given her.
She dropped one of her knees between Sal's legs, and he pushed himself into her crotch, at the same time.
They stood in the middle of the garage, grinding and kissing with their tongues. Joe figured that he had started something big, from the look of things.
He stood there, watching his friends, getting very horny at the sight of them, mashing and squeezing each other. He was also very horny from the cunt-sucking he had done earlier, in Annette's apartment.
She was now steaming and damp, and loose, and Joe figured that he was giving Sal a fantastic present. It's one thing to introduce a friend to another, for the sake of their improved sex lives. It's another thing altogether to heat up the woman, and then turn her over to another man.
Joe felt like nothing less than a saint. But he liked it. He thought he might like to watch them fucking and stripping each other. Sure as could be, Sal opened Annette's blouse, and held her tits. She closed her eyes, and she melted down into him.
She sunk onto his knee, and ground his leg with her pussy. They both began to breathe shallowly, with hot passions raging up out of their thighs like fires. Joe took pleasure to note the bouncing bulbous quality of Annette's tits. She had marvelous boobs, nice round fat ones that made for many happy hours of home entertainment.
Sal took no time at all to find his place, to fall right into the program. He led Annette over to the custom-finished car, and opened the door for her.
Annette's boobs hung freely, and naked in the front of her shirt. She looked so luscious, Sal felt like putting his face to her chest, and as soon as he had her in the car, he did just that.
"Ooh. Baby, you're real nice," he breathed, softly into her ear.
She held her head back, exposing a long stretch of pale neck. Sal put his lips to her throat, and he kissed her there. She rolled her head, and she whimpered.
"Mmmmm. Sal, baby, darling. That's it. That's fucking perfect; I want more, More of all of it, Sal. Oh darling. Oh fuck me, I'm so horny, I'm so hot, I can't stand it. Help me, Sal."
Sal was overwhelmed, and he kept thinking about strangers in the night, and he wondered how long they could spend together, and he didn't care. H e decided that it didn't matter; as long as it took, if it took all night long, he was going to get what he needed. He pushed Annette back into the car, and found to his surprise that her pants were loose around the waist. He wondered if she and Joe had fucked before returning to the garage. He decided that he would know, in half a second, as soon as he had his hand down into her honey pot.
He would be able to tell. A man always knows when another man had been with a woman just a little while earlier. Sal thought that if she and Joe had fucked, and then come to him, he would get tremendously angry, and he would make Joe terribly uncomfortable in a very direct fashion.
But to his amazement, and his immense pleasure, Sal found that Annette's pussy was slick not with a huge load of passion, not with the come of a man, but with the pure lubrication a pussy generates for the sake of fun.
He smiled to himself, and she noticed that. "What is it, babe?" she asked. "What's so funny, anyway?"
"It's not funny," Sal said. "It's nice. I thought maybe that you and Joe, before you came over here, had, well, had fucked, and that I was just getting the seconds, you know, and I was gonna get real pissed, at Joe. But I decided that he didn't do nothin' but maybe warm you up a little bit, Annette."
"Oh Sal, you're too sharp," she said. "And you can call me Annie. Everybody else does. You too."
"Okay Annie," Sal said, pushing her over on her back. "That's the way it's gonna be. You and me, at least for a while.. Right now, anyway. I want you so much," he whispered in her ear.
It had been so long since Sal had had a chance to prove his tenderness, and to show a woman how nice he could be. He decided that he was getting a little sappy, but he didn't mind. He hoped Annette didn't mind, either.
She pushed her shoulders at him, and she tried to communicate, without asking directly, that she wanted her tits sucked.
He put his face down onto her boobs, as if she had some kind of ESP. She thought that she did. She knew that she was not that bright, in her mind. But she knew she had power, maybe she had several powers. She knew, in any case, how to get what she wanted, once she had figured out what she wanted. And that, she reasoned, was really the important thing.
Sal was infinitely tender with her. H e licked her tits, and remarked to himself that she had a beautiful pair. God in heaven, he thought. She is so fucking stacked! I can hardly believe that she isn't the creation of some magician. She's just too fantastic!
H e stopped his musing, and busied himself with her boobs. H e licked her nipples, the right one, and then the left one, zing zing. She squirmed with pleasure at his touch.
She stroked his full head of hair, and noted to her pleasure the curls that formed in his hair, the waves. She ran her nails through the hair, and she stroked his scalp. She lightly tickled his ears with her fingernails.
They began to hunch. The car was built for it, however, and there was no sign, from where Joe sat guard, across the garage, of any activity inside the old limousine.
It looked vacant and exceptionally regal. Joe chuckled to himself, thinking of his old pal Sal, and what super will power he had had to' use to get away from the delights of Annette's body.
H e felt a little like the good guy in the movie who gives away the girl because his best friend is in love with her. He lit a cigarette, and felt very romantic, having introduced the two of them, and watching the rain pour down on the muddy yard as he sat alone.
He drew at his cigarette. He softly blew the smoke out of his nostrils, and he thought of Toni. Jees, he thought. Such a pretty little thing, such an expert, too. How do these kids learn to be so good at sex, when we were so slow to get with it? He shook his head, and he propped his feet up on a greasy old table in the garage.
Inside the gleaming black limousine, Sal had Annette stripped down to nothing more than her panties. He nipped her belly with his teeth, lightly, pinching the flesh so that she giggled.
"Nice underpants," he said. "Must be custom-made or somethin' huh? Good lookin' like imported from Europe."
"Are you kiddin?" she asked. "Eighty-nine cents in a bin. That's all stuff like that is ever worth. Why go out of your way, for such a disposable garment, after all?"
"So, let's dispose of it, then." he said, and he put his hand into the elastic band. She spread her legs, and she fell back onto the downy blanket that was in the back of the old car.
"Oooh." she said. "That's marvelous. I love it. Oh Sal, baby. Don't stop. You wanna eat my pussy, baby? Eat me? You like the taste of cunt, huh?"
Sal had his hand in her cunt, and he didn't feel like eating her at that moment. "In time, babe, in time," he said, with a trace of iron-willedness about his eyes.
She took note of his strength, and she said, "Sal, I wasn't tryin' to tell you what to do. I just wanna have somebody's face in my pussy, you know? I love that. If you ain't into it, maybe Joe might be."
"Oh ho ho." Sal said. "That's rich! Tryin' to blackmail me, right? That's lousy, sweetheart. That's real fuckin' lousy of you."
"Oh Sal," she said, suddenly contrite. "I am sorry, honey. I just.. .I don't know. I guess you're right, after all. Here, how about I suck your cock. Can I do that, baby?"
Sal liked her new tone of voice. "Okay, Annie. Whatever you feel is right for paying your bill." he said. He felt a little mean, all of a sudden. H e realized that he would have to watch her carefully. He thought she might be a cunt, underneath all her sexiness.
He took down his pants, though. He didn't want to take them off. Not while on duty, he thought. I got a job to do, after all, and if somebody should come here, lookin' for their car, old Joey can only hold 'em off for so long. I better be able to get with it, in case anything happens."
Annette gasped when she glued a gaze on his candy stick. "Oh H ell, Oh fucking shit." she moaned. "You really are hung like a rhino. God, I can't get over the size of that thing."
Sal thought to himself. Either she's a first-class bullshit artist, which I ain't ruling out by any means, or else old Joey has a small pecker. I don't know which I would prefer. I think I would just like her to shut up and suck me off.
"So pipe down, baby, and just apply your lips to the merchandise, wouldja please?" he said.
She felt his words sting her. " Mnmm! Baby, you too mean!" she said. "I can't get over it. You're like sugar one minute, and then you're like vinegar. And I can never guess what's coming next."
That's the way it's gonna stay, too. Sal thought. He said nothing.
She sensed his mood. She shut up, and she put her mouth down on his cock.
She held the base of his spear with her left hand, and she ran her fingers underneath his crotch, to his ass. She toyed with his cheeks, and she stuck a couple of fingers into his hole.
He sucked his breath in, and said, " Mnm, Annie. That's real nice, baby. You don't have to stop it for a second. Just keep up your work, and I'll keep up my part of the bargain, if you know what I'm talkin' about."
"Sure, I know. At least, I know what I want you to keep up," she said. "I want you to keep this up."
She put her lips to the very head of his shaft, and she burrowed her tongue down into the little hole, the piss slot at the end. Sal jumped a bit to feel the touch of her there. He had not had such a touch for maybe two years. It was very nice for him. He just moaned, and he settled back onto the blanket that they shared.
She circled his cock with her thumb and the fingers of her right hand. She drew her tight circled fingers up the man's cock, and he shivered with delight.
She made just the lightest touch, so that he felt only the lightest brushing of his pecker. He felt how she squeezed the veins of his prick, poked them and prodded them gently. She was a slow tease. She knew the famous slow blow, he figured, and he settled back for a fabulous thrill.
"OOh baby, oh Annie," he sighed. "You're so very nice. So sexy and hot. I can't get over it. This is really my lucky day."
She wasn't talking, since she had her mouth full. She thought to her own pleasure that she was polite not to talk with her mouth full. It was full of him, however. H is prick was lodged way back into her throat. She kept her mouth wet, and full of heat. She knew how to pull all the air from out of her mouth, so that her cheeks were as a tight pussy, around Sal's penis.
Sal thought he was in heaven. For a horny guy on a rainy day, he figured he was doing incredibly well. This blonde really fit his definition of a bombshell. It was a homely old term he hung onto, well past current usage, but to Sal, the term meant a really sexy woman, who had a lot of sensuality, and knew how to share it with a man. Moreover she enjoyed it, and made the time pleasant by not busting a man's balls. Annette filled all those qualifications, as far as he was concerned.
He humped his pelvis into her face. She bobbed her mouth down on him, and flicked her tongue at his meat. She licked and licked, and generally tried to cause him to come in a half a second with her technique. She would know when he was about to come, and she would pull his cock out of her mouth then, and let him build pressure.
Annette felt a trembling in Sal's thighs. He had thick, strong hairy legs. Completely the opposite of her own. She reached down and squeezed his thighs. She stroked the skin, and she put her fingers around to the back of the man.
Sal just lay there, feeling like a Persian prince. H e was going to let his bombshell give him everything he had missed for the last two years. He put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. Otherwise, he would simply stare at the ceiling, and when he did that, all he could see was the upholstery job somebody had done on the car.
It was a superior upholstery job, but it just reminded him how much was skipped on new cars. That always made him angry. So he forgot about it. and settled back to feel the full luscious lips of Annette.
He made little noises of appreciation, to encourage her. He gasped and cooed, he sucked in his breath and he sighed, deeply from his belly. She noticed his pleasure, and she stuck a finger up his ass.
Sal twitched slightly when she did that, and his motion simply drove his cock further down her throat. She pulled his ass up to her face, with her small delicate hands. He arched his back, and fucked her face with deep pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, ah, Annie, that's so nice! Oh Jesus, baby. I love that, you just can't imagine how much. Oooh. Annie! Annie, Annie, Annie!"
She loved the way he talked to her. She wanted to give him the total blow-job. She figured that would be a nice present to him, even though she had a flashing thought, a question here and there about Joe. Where was Joe?
Joe sat in the garage looking at the calendars, and waiting for the time it would take to drive back out to Walerton, to pick up his girls. H e was dying to see little Toni. H e wondered if she had thought much about him during the day. He knew she would be a little shy when she got on the bus that afternoon. Maybe she wouldn't even take the bus. She might be just that shy.
Joe blew smoke rings into the air, and thought. He thought that Sal might just be getting a nice set of rings, flesh rings, the lips of Annette, circled around his prick at that instant. He was correct.
Annette rose and fell on Sal with a slight rocking motion, to keep from the simple monotony of an up and down blow-job. She was anxious to give him the best. She lost track of Joe. She got into Sal.
Sal began to worry, just a bit. His cock was getting the wild sensation, the heavy delight that foretells of coming. Sal said, "Annie! Honey! I'm about to come, sweetheart. You want me to come in your mouth, or what?"
She said nothing, but figured she had a few more minutes fo good licking before he actually shot his load into her throat. She figured she would take her mouth away just a few seconds before he could not hold on any longer.
She pulled her lips up tight around the shaft of his prick, and she stopped at the glans, the flared hood of his manhood, and she sucked at him there, with the knowledge that he would need the pressure, some kind of direct contact at the base of his cock in order to get off.
She calculated correctly. He felt his come subside in his scrotum and marveled at how adept she was with the work. A real champ, he thought. One fine little woman.
He pulled his hands from behind his head, and he put them onto her platinum head. "Baby, " he whispered, "You're fantastic! Just superb. I can't fucking believe what a nice little mouth you have. You do such nice things with it, too. Wanna fuck me?"
She bit him lightly in reply. He felt her teeth clamping the tip of his cock, and he chuckled. "I guess that means yes, huh?" he said.
She pulled her lips off the tip of his cock, and she said, "You're so right. Sal. Jeez! What a strip of meat you've got there, buddy."
"Thanks, baby, thanks a lot." he said. "I never thought of it as anything unusual, except for the fact that it's mine, which makes it kind of special to me, if you see what I mean."
"It's pretty nice." she said. "For more reasons than the face of the thing. After all, beauty is as beauty does. And that is certainly one of the most sensitive organs I've ever had the pleasure to handle. Lovely taste, too, Sal. Delicious piece of meat. I want you, Sal. I want you inside of me, deep in me."
She fell on him, and kissed his ear. Sal felt like he could come in half a minute if she kept that up. "Ooh, baby. Careful. You're dealin' with a hypersensitive case, here, gotta take little tiny steps, tiptoe, you know. You got me worked up to a fever, darling."
She put her hands to the side of his head, and she pulled his face to hers. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, and tasted the various flavors that he contained. Pipe tobacco and sausage and coffee. She felt the rough stubble on his chin. Heavy beard, she thought. What a man.
Sal kissed her passionately. The woman knew what to do. She had gotten him higher than he had been in years. Other women wanted just to get a guy off, fast and hard.
He thought that that might be nice, sometimes. Just to get off, and get it over with. But this woman, this exquisitely sensual lady with him in the limousine, she was skillful. She knew how to get him high and crazy. She had the super understanding of a man, and she worked his body with tenderness and passion.
She had a selfish motive, at that. She knew that when she had him worked to a fever, he would be ten times as good for her. She rolled her face on his face, and she sucked his tongue when he thrust his blade into her mouth.
She bit his tongue lightly, and put her hands up under his shirt. She nearly came when she felt the amount of hair and muscle around his chest. She fell slowly forward onto his face, melting, growing increasingly hungry and hot.
Sal figured the time had come to fuck Annette. He pulled his pants down, without taking them off, and he spread her legs wide. She put her arms up onto his shoulders, and she said, "Oh Sal, baby give it to me. Fuck me deep and strong, darling. Give me the stuff. Oh Sal, my Sal. I want you, babe."
"I want you too, Annie," he said. He stroked her warm slit. "I really do want you too."
Sal's words came low and hot. He breathed hotly into her ear, and said with utter seriousness, "I wanna know how tight you are right now, because the way I feel, I could come if you just held my hand.
She looked up, and she said, "Oh Sal. Can't you hold on? Has it really been that long? What can I do?"
H e looked at her, and he didn't know what to say. "Baby, you've done enough already. You've done more than enough. You've got me like an animal. I'll hold on. I just thought I would take a second to get a grip on myself. I got it now."
He kissed her, and he put his hands on her boobs. She looked up at him with an expression of extremely hot desire. She licked her lips. She put her tongue onto her top lip, so that he could see the underside of her tongue.
He bent down and licked the underside of her tongue, and put his tongue into her mouth. They both shivered slightly with the joy they felt at being together.
He kissed her tits once again. And he put his rock-hard cock into her pussy.
Sal slipped into Annette slickly. She had generated so much sauce, so many waters of passion, he felt his cock swallowed like a fish in water. Her pussy was tight around him, but he noted to his immense delight that she was not so tight that he had to clamp down on his balls.
She was just right, and he began to rock her, slowly at first, hitting her belly with his gut so that they touched lightly, and tenderly.
"Mmmmm, yeah, that's it. Bad. It's so bad," she said, using the street sort of language that meant good, Extremely good, and nasty in the nicest possible way.
They spent a few moments stroking themselves heavily and deliberately. The rising and falling of Sal's cock, of his whole body on her was heaven to both of them.
He grasped her body, and squeezed her tight. "Oh Annie," he said, his voice deep in his throat. 'You're such a hot cunt, such a fine bitch. Mmmmm. I'm gonna fuck you like nobody's fucked you."
They both made an effort to turn their hips to the side as they rose and fell. The added twist sent waves of gooseflesh across their bodies. Both were sensuous lovers, adept at giving the utmost pleasure to their partner.
Sal got hot, and his blood began to boil. When he got turned on, his strokes got deep and very fast. Annette felt his pace increase, and she began to heat up, too.
"Oh! Baby!" she gasped. "Yeah! Give to me, fuck me. Give me your cock, Sal. Fuck me, come in me. "
'You damn right I'm gonna fuck you," Sal said. "I'm gonna rip you in half, bitch! God damned cunt! I'm fuckin you, and don't forget it. Take this, bitch, take my cock!"
He gritted his teeth, and he squeezed her thighs. H e took a tight hold on her thighs, and pounded down into her, slapping her naked body with his weight, fucking and pumping.
She began to moan, quivering with little pre-orgasms that revealed the depth of her need to him. He felt the sensation again, the sweet heat of his meat, and he knew that he was about to come.
He gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, Annie, here I come. Get ready." She moaned and nodded her head, that it was fine with her. She tossed her head, and rocked him as hard as she could. She gasped and she hung her mouth open.
"CHHH ! ! " she shrieked. "OOCHH ! ! I'm coming! Oh Sal! I'm coming, I.. .UUNGHHH ! ! " Annette went into severe convulsions, the spasmodic orgasm of a sexy horny woman, who had gone without any kind of satisfaction for too long.
When she came, she came with the fury of a hurricane. She felt gates opening, the surfing of tidal waves, tumbling her over and over, and she lost her sight and her hearing, and her sense of time.
She shook, and she clamped the muscular walls of her pussy down on the shaft of his cock. "Oh Sal," she whispered, "did you come?"
Sal had stopped for half a second, just to let her blow up, to come and quiver without any interruption.
With awe, he noted the way her jaw hung down, and the sudden moist warmth of her lips was intensely appealing to him. He put his mouth down on hers, kissing her as tenderly as he had ever kissed a woman.
She began to roll her hips, and the orgasm had left her so sensitive, she didn't know if she could stand to even have him inside of her, except that he was so nice and fat and hot, and she loved the feeling of fulfillment she got with him there.
"Just a second, baby. I'm right on the doorstep, if you know what I mean."
Sal pumped, and he fucked her slowly, so slowly she wanted to scream with impatience.
She just wanted the feeling of his pounding body, reaming her out with come.
Sal took an agonizingly slow time, dragging his gut across her belly, and pushing slowly into her. She wrapped her legs around him. and Sal was gone. lie felt his balls explode, he felt himself coming in spite of himself. "UUnnhgh!" he grunted. He knew that he was right there, and he grabbed onto Annette as he came. His muscles twitched and thrashed involuntarily as he sent a hot load of come into her. H e kissed her wetly, a hundred times, he thought, all over her lips. She was so tender, so sexy. He clenched her thighs, and he pounded home into her, gasping and squinting his eyes shut, tossing his head from side to side. He fell to rest on her chest.
Her tits were large and warm. He panted, trying to catch his breath. She looked up at him, and she smiled, warmly. She put her hands to his head, and she said, "Oh Sal. That was beautiful baby."
They kissed, tenderly.
CHAPTER FIVE
So Joe left his friends, Annette and Sal, fucking merrily in the old limousine, and he headed his yellow bus out to Walerton, to fetch his load of little girls.
The rain had ceased. It had turned to snow. "Fucking God damned shit." Joe muttered to himself, as he slipped into third gear. "God damned mother fucking shit piss. HATE God damned fucking snow. I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!! "
Often when he drove alone, Joe shouted and sang. He found the silence of the space a bit intimidating, and he filled it. Frequently, he composed insulting characterizations about other drivers, regarding their intelligence, ancestry and relations with their mothers.
He wondered, at such times, if he might not in fact be mad. He wondered about the madness of driving. Just the whole posture of a man at the wheel of a lumbering yellow vehicle was silly to Joe. He thought dark thoughts and despairing thoughts when he drove in bad weather. Snow he obviously found unpleasant, and thoroughly unwelcome.
The flakes drifted down. They were large snowflakes, and Joe thought, this could be styrofoam. Maybe the fuckin' factory exploded or somethin'. Maybe that's it.
He lurched down the road and found to his pleasure that the pavement was not terribly slippery. Ah well, son of a bitch, it'll sure as shit get bad as all hell, he thought, and broke into a song, something about the tits on the whores of China.
He had loved a Chinese woman, during his war years. He had hit all the Pacific hot spots, Bataan and Guam. In a little bar in Singapore he met Lin. She was half-Chinese, half-Japanese, and she gave the most incredible blow job he had ever had in his life.
As Joe bounced along the Westchester route, he played back pictures in his mind of the times he spent with Lin. God, what a woman, he thought to himself. He recalled their nights on ships, in small beds, wrapped up in each others arms and legs.
Sometimes, she left the bed, and slipped her tiny black silk panties on, just to keep from discharging their come all over the linens. That was the way Joe sometimes found her most appealing. He would wake, earlier in the morning than she did, and he would feel her marvelously warm body against him.
She always seemed to lie with her head on his chest, and her arms draped over his shoulders. One leg she put between his, and the other on the bed. Joe would wake, and see the brilliant yellow sun cracking through the porthole, over them.
Lin would invariably sleep later. That gave Joe a few delicious moments to take note of the feel of her soft, lovely tits on his chest. They were beautiful.
Lin would have her eyes shut so tight, he feared that they had sealed shut during the night. He would stroke her head. She had a fantastic head of thick healthy black hair. Voluptuously, she had such full, pouting lips, thick and beautifully formed.
That was why she gave such a superb blow-job. She also knew some techniques that he figured had been handed down from the first people on earth. Some kind of ancient, almost secret compendium of sexual knowledge belonged to the whores of the Orient, he had heard.
Lin certainly gave him reason to believe that it was so. She drove him out of his mind with her ways. She was adept at the old Slow Blow. She would work deliberately, and wetly over his loins, biting and licking his balls, and his cheeks. She drew her tongue up through his legs, and she nibbled the inside of his thighs.
Something in the way she treated his balls gave Joe the most monstrous erection he could ever recall having had in his life. He felt every fiber of the muscle of his organ straining with blood.
Lin brought about the swelling in his prick, and once she had him hard, and about to explode, she went to work on his meat. She licked his shaft. As he drove the bus, Joe could almost feel Lin there, on his cock, again. He eased back in the leather seat.
Lin was so expert! She would slowly, gently work her way up his prick, biting him with her jaw, but she would cover teeth with lips, and so he felt nothing sharp, nothing but soft, warm pressure on his cock.
At the hood, at the Hare of the head of his cock, Lin would wet her thick lovely lips, and descend, slowly, gradually on his meat.
She knew how to drive Joe absolutely out of his mind. As she dropped onto his meat, she licked the part inside her mouth with furiously fast rotations of her tongue.
The effect of the technique was exquisite. It caused a tingling all through Joe's body, and he sighed, and whimpered. He felt a curious lightness, a sweetness and a crawling heat all through his skin.
Lin would look at him with intense reverence, and she would withdraw her head from his cock.
She then moved to the base of his cock, where she licked and nibbled again, so that he gasped for relief. In this fashion, over a period of an hour, Lin brought Joe to a state of intense excitement.
He screeched her name, and the names of assorted deities. "God in heaven! Jesus and Mary!" he screamed, "Lin, baby, darling, oh fucking suck me off! In the name of Buddha, let me come in your mouth, honey!" Not until he begged her did she send him over the edge. She could trigger his orgasm at any time, in fact, but she wanted him to have to hold back, and edge on madness before she let him come.
With a simple dart of her tongue at the uppermost part of his balls, and a flick of her tongue up the underside of his spear, Lin got Joe to release his semen, and she was already at the top of his cock, waiting with her mouth to receive his load.
She was fantastic, a true angel of sex. Joe had loved her, passionately. She virtually refused to let him eat her cunt. She said that she felt unclean, and unworthy of the mouth that sang with such strength and beauty. While Joe was charmed by the poetry of her statement, he thought it horse shit. "God damn it, Lin. I LOVE to eat pussy. Don't fucking hold out on me, baby. Lemme lick your cunt, let me gobble your snatch, for crying out loud!"
When he demanded it, she let him invade her thighs with his mouth. But as do many Oriental women, Lin felt vastly inferior to her man, and she could not ask him for the treat that she loved so. the sucking of her pussy. She also could not ask him to stop, especially since he was as good at it, as she was at sucking his penis.
With a sigh, and a roll from her belly, she would recline on the bed, and Joe would dive for her lovely little muff. She had a tight hole, and a deep one. Her clit was hypersensitive, though, and she quivered every time he hit it with his nose.
Joe had a prominent nose, long and sharp at the end. So he knew how to hit a clit with force, but gently. When Joe got Lin to come, she would squint her face mightily, and weep. He was always deeply touched by that.
Such a lovely woman, so beautiful, in any culture, and she was so delicate, so fragile that she wept when she came. Joe had never known that to be true with another woman. Only Lin. A trifle sadly, perhaps, he deliberately let the memory of Lin fade from his mind, and he resumed his driving chores. He was only half a mile from Walerton, and he knew the stretch of road near the grounds to be especially treacherous in bad weather.
Joe eased the bus through the gates of Walerton. It was a imagine school. It spelled wealth in capital italics. The women and men who sent their daughters to Walerton sought to hide the precious darlings from the world. They were essentially trying to buy virginity insurance.
What a laugh, Joe thought to himself. Every one of those fucking girls comes out of that place with a head full of lust, and a cunt full of heat. Not one of them that he had ever heard of came out of the place with her cherry intact. Of course, he found it hard to believe that Elaine had actually found a guy to fuck her, but then, why not? For every turkey, there's a turkess, Joe reasoned, and rightly so.
Elaine had gotten a boy from the Smithville School one night after a dance. They went into the stables, and rolled in the hay. The little bitch hadn't worn panties the whole night, and when her date ventured up under her skirt, lie got a handful of throbbing pussy, hot and naked.
No wonder she lost her virginity. She practically forced it down the kid's throat. Joe wondered what their sex had been like. He never doubted for a second that a young girl could be incredible. They never lost time, the kids these days, in learning everything they could about sex.
He was sure that some of them had better sex than some adults his age. But what about little broads like Elaine? Ah fuck it, he thought, and switched to a happier channel in his mind, the thought of Toni.
He had once driven a bus load of boys from Smithville to a skiing resort in Vermont. That was the way he first heard about Toni.
Some boys right near him were talking, and they drove each other wild with their boasts.
"So I went over to her house," one boy said. He had a high, excited voice.
"I hear her family is loaded," another kid yelled.
"Sure, they're loaded all right," the first boy said, and her parents have such a big house, that she practically lives in her own place.
"Ya fuck her?" a younger boy asked, and got his eye punched for his rudeness.
"Listen, shuddup, idiot." the first boy said. "It went like this. I was at her house after school. She told me to wait for her, and that she was just gonna take a fast shower. I sat down on this couch, and waited for her. She's got like her own guest living room. That doesn't even count HER living room, or her PARENT'S living room or anything. Just a little room for her guests to sit in. So there I was, waiting for her."
"Yeah, then what?" the other boy said.
"Then, she walks out of the bathroom. She's.. .I don't know how to say this.. . she's completely naked." the boy said. "You wouldn't believe what a body Toni has got. Jesus. I mean, really stacked. Tits, real TITS! like a WOMAN!"
"What'd ya do then," some of the boys wanted to know.
"I don't want to tell you what I did then," the first boy said.
"Ann, shit, you didn't do nothin" the boys shouted, in chorus at the young Romeo.
"I did more than I will ever say," the boy answered. Joe admired that in a way, considering the state of teen-aged peer groups. It could be tough for a girl stuck in the middle of a circle of friends who saw her every day. When it came to grown women, however, Joe thought it was okay for a man to talk all he wanted. She wouldn't be hurt.
His curiosity had been aroused, especially since the boys talked about Toni as a Walerton girl. That meant he might be driving her to school.
Imagine his surprise when she actually showed up on his bus.
She was all the boys had said, and more. She really was beautifully put together for a girl her age. For a woman twice her age, she was fantastic, even. Just exceptionally talented.
She had a wealth of black curls on her head, the way Joe loved a woman to look. She was a gypsy. Her blood had to have been gypsy blood, and her way of walking told him everything about her. She strutted, in a nasty, half-angry way.
She was a rich little cunt, a hot fucker and she wanted to tell the whole world about it, without saying a word.
She did beautifully.
From the first time he laid eyes on her, Joe knew that Toni was his kind of woman. She was a woman at twelve, and she would just firm up, and develop a bit more pronounced shapes.
But at the very onset of puberty, she was a woman, full ripe and delicious.
Joe couldn't really believe how marvelously shaped she was, how nasty and delicious. He wasn't sure but he thought that he had drooled the first time he saw her. Not down his shirt, but his mouth got hot, and he ached to plunge his hot shaft into her. He was a little started. She was, after all, a young one, still jail bait. Joe was crazy for the girl, but not that crazy.
Before long, however, the thing had straightened itself out. She could be trusted. Joe sensed that, in that sixth sense that some people have, about who can be counted on, who can't be. He was cool. She would do anything for a man she thought anything of. Besides that, she wouldn't say a thing to anyone about it.
He thought, as he sat in front of the big, old, brownstone main building of the campus, how hard it could be to be oversexed at a young age. He lounged behind the wheel of his bus, smoking a cigarette, with ten minutes to spare.
The grounds of Walerton were quiet that afternoon. Almost too quiet. Joe checked out the windows. Nothing was visible, really, except for an occasional globe, or the top half of a teacher, or perhaps a screen, perhaps for a film.
Joe wanted the school to be out, fast. He was getting impatient, and he was somewhat concerned about the roads. He was also getting horny. He was eager to see Toni. Just the thought of her made him horny. He thought it a little silly, but maybe more than that, to be so impassioned over a young girl. But what's age, he thought. Why can't people actually have sex when they're young? He recalled his own youth, when he got his first piece of ass at the age of eleven.
He glanced out the window at the school, and saw girls advancing on the bus. Jody. That made Joe smile. He liked Jody. He wasn't that hot for her, but he could see what a fine little woman she could become in her time.
He loved it when she wore jeans. He nearly creamed in his pants when he first saw her in jeans. Tight little ass. And the way the denim conformed to her cunt. The seam underneath the jeans, the seam that ran through her crotch was tight, and bound her lips up, bulging.
She got on the bus, and her cunt was right at eye level for Joe. His jaw dropped the first time she stared him in the eye with her jean-clad cunt. He felt like a kid of sixteen again, when Toni strutted past him in her jeans.
"Good God almighty," he swore, softly.
"My man!" she said, slinking past him. She was into it! He got that instantly from her tone of voice. God damned little slut! A rich young little cunt! Joe could not believe his luck.
All the way into Walerton, Joe flashed the picture in his mind of Toni in jeans. She wore them occasionally, usually on Fridays in the fall, when she went riding. She would wear a red shirt with her jeans, and a tall pair of boots. She was everything Joe ever wanted. He wondered how to get alone with her.
Jody' stood at the door of the bus, and knocked. Joe loved to play a little game with I her. He pretended not to see her. She got so annoyed, but they both laughed all the while.
She knocked again. Joe glanced over at the door, and he swiveled his head all around. He pretended not to see anybody. He affected a deadpan expression, and looked all around the bus.
Finally, with agonizing slowness, he cranked the door open.
"Oh I'm sorry, honey, I just didn't see you out there. You must be gettin' skinny or somethin'. You been eatin' okay, baby?"
She giggled, and she let her face light up in the loveliest smile Joe had ever seen in his life. She really was a fine person, exceptionally talented. Nice tits. For a girl her age, she was doing fine. Joe was not that seriously hot for her, a bit more than warm, however, and always happy to see her. He would have been crazy for her when he was her age, or if they were the same age.
But it was not the same kind of fun he had with Toni. Not if teasing games can be compared to a blow-job at seven in the morning.
Jody said, "I've got a lot of studying to do, Joe. Can you let me go, today, huh, Joe, how about it?"
"Sure, baby," Joe said to her. "That's fine. Your schoolwork comes first. You gotta get your education. You'll never be nothin' without it, darling. So go and read your schoolbooks."
She left him. She moved with absolute silence. She glided down the aisle. He had never known anybody to be quieter.
He looked out the door again, in the direction of the big stone steps that led down from the main building. Perhaps Toni would come soon, he thought, and he craned his neck.
Denise and Janice boarded together, giggling. Joe thought to himself, how much young girls giggle. He wondered if that had anything to do with their being nervous with their new bodies. He figured that he might be a little nervous, to wake up one day, and find a set of tits growing on his chest.
"Hiya girls," he said to the two as they got on.
"Hiya, Joe, howya doin' pal?" they said, in unison.
"Okay, okay, I can't complain." he said. "Besides, what good would it do if I did?"
It was an old line, but it got a laugh from the girls. That was another thing that Joe really enjoyed about the passengers of his bus. They hadn't heard all the jokes a hundred times, and they were always an easy touch for a fast laugh. Making girls laugh excited Joe. For one thing, when a young girl, or when any girl laughs, she shakes. Then, her boobs bounce.
Joe noticed things like that. He had begun his studies at an early age. Definitely, Joe had learned a fine appreciation of women, and he made not one note of his accounts. All his knowledge was in his memory. He used to think, that if he could sell his memory, he would have a best-seller.
Then as he was thinking about some other things, like the laundromats, Joe saw Toni walk about of the brownstone building. She stopped his breathing for a second. He caught his breath, and once again, his blood raced into his cock.
"Jesus Christ." he swore under his breath. She really was fantastic. A fine little cunt. He hadn't really noticed that morning that she was wearing slacks underneath her coat. This afternoon, her coat was unbuttoned, and she had the sides pushed back, so that he could see her crotch, her. hips outlined in the green cloth.
Her pants were tight, and she walked right up to him, and practically shoved her cunt in his face. He made a fast swivel with his head, to see if anyone was watching them from outside. It was clear.
"Hiya, baby." Joe said to the girl.
"Hello, Joe," she said. "Have a nice day?"
"Fantastic, baby, how about yourself?"
She said that she had been bored silly by the day. "This school." she said with utter contempt, "Is a place meant for babies. For little girls who need to know only how to pour tea, and carry on half-ignorant conversations about current events. Nothing real goes on in that fucking place. I hate it, Joe, I really do."
"I know you do, Toni. I think I'd hate it too, if I were you. You got too much going for yourself, honey, to put up with that kind of Mickey Mouse."
"That's exactly what it is, too." she said. "Mickey Mouse. One big fucking joke. I cannot get over it, not at all. I'd give anything to get out of that pussy trap."
Joe laughed. "Baby, you don't know what you're saying. A pussy trap is a place where a man snares a woman. A place where a woman gets fucked."
"You got it, Joe," she said. "That's exactly what goes on in there."
Joe couldn't really believe his ears. What was she saying. "Baby," he said, squinting slightly, "What are you talking about? What do you mean? What kind of fucking goes on in that place?"
"Oh Joe, you don't want to know." she said. "You sure as hell don't want to get a reputation around this place as a guy who asks questions, know what I mean?"
He nodded. He whistled lightly, between his teeth. "Jeez, I shoulda guessed that something screwy would go on in there. You have to tell me more about this, honey, sometime when we're alone. Know what I mean?"
She looked down at him, with a hot and scornful expression. It was her way of being seductive with him. He was surprised at the freshness of it, how youthful and innocent it was at one moment, and yet, how really effective it was, when she really did it.
He got a hard-on, like that. Went stiff as a shotgun barrel. She had a way of standing so that her weight was on one hip, with one leg up in the air, and she chewed gum. She had a way of being fresh, and trashy at the same time.
She nodded her head, as she chewed her gum. She said, "Sure Joe. I get you. We'll talk, soon. I would like to get a burden off my chest, you know what I mean?"
He nodded, and he reached up with his free hand, the hand closest to her. He slid his fingers up her thigh, and she sucked in her breath. "Oh Joe, baby, I want to fuck." she moaned. "I'm so horny. Giving you that blow-job this morning was what did it. I thought about you all day, about that horse cock of yours, Joey. I want to fuck. I'm no virgin, Joe, it's cool. When can we get together, baby?"
"Maybe tomorrow might." Joe said to her. He was wild with excitement. He couldn't believe that she would actually be able to get away, and to meet him. Where would a Westchester rich bitch and a school bus driver from Queens meet, after all?
He pinched her cunt. He massaged her pussy, with his thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes, and threw her head back. She wore a long coat, so nobody from behind, and nobody from the side could see what he was doing to her. He could feel the thrill of the danger in the situation in his thighs, in his throat.
He dug his hard, muscular fingers, stubby tough fingers, into her cunt, and around her lovely ass. She was exquisite. A fine little thing, really. Just her age made a difference. If she had been older, he might have followed her anyplace.
He grabbed great handfuls of her pussy. She sighed and began to work her hips against his fingers. He felt a dampness beginning to surge in her crotch. That impressed him. A fast flooder, that's what he called it. She got hot, steamy and moist in a real hurry, and he thought that was a talent, in a woman.
They both heard Elaine coming out of the building, and they exchanged a glance of utter contempt. "Jesus, that idiot." Toni said, under her breath. Joe had to laugh. So she thought the same thing. That was remarkable, and he admired her lor it.
Joe reluctantly let go of her pussy, and he eased back inta the seat. Toni took a seat halfway across the aisle from him, and a couple of rows back.
Elaine got on, and passed the time of day as offensively as she always did. She passed to the back of the bus, and she sat where she always sat, near the back, on a seat above the rear wheels. She had some screwy theory about that being the safest place in the whole contraption.
Joe didn't know, and he didn't really care, what she did as long as she got out of his way fast, and didn't sit around watching the rest of them, and the fun that he had with his little girls.
Elaine was the last one on the bus, of the usual passengers he expected, and he turned and said, "Is anybody else coming, that you ladies, I mean, that you boys know about?"
He loved to tease them, and they loved being teased. They booed him in response. He grinned, and said, "Okay? All set? Prepare to launch, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero."
He turned the key in the ignition. The engine kicked over, and coughed into life. Joe slipped the big yellow bus into gear, and he' rolled out of the driveway of the school. He listened to the chattering of his passengers, and the crunching of the gravel underneath his wheels. Pieces of rock flew up underneath, and clicked at the chassis of the bus.
In half a minute, Toni had come back to where he sat, and she opened her coat. She was naked from the waist down. Joe inhaled with a deep sigh.
"Oh baby, you're gonna get us all killed." he said. "I'm scared of the roads as they are.
Take that thing away from me, and put it back where you found it."
Toni looked at him, and she said, with a sneer, "What's a matter, baby? You 'fraid of somethin'? Huh? Somethin' getting to you. Joey?"
He could have knocked her down and fucked her right there in the aisle of the bus.
To his amazement, she put her own fingers up her cunt, and began to masturbate in front of him, standing beside him at the doorway. Joe tried to drive the slick roads, and watch her at the same time. She was fantastic, a swell little honey. Just the thing to put vigor back into the blood of a man.
It was a colossal act of will, but Joe managed to turn around in the seat, so that the road lay in his vision, rather than Toni's cunt. It was what he really wanted to have in his sight and his eyes and mouth. He wanted her, that was all there was to it.
So he reached out, and he took her pussy with his hand. The bare skin of her against his hand was thrilling to him. He found his cock throbbing, and his balls boiling at the nearness of her.
While he drove with one hand, he had his other hand in her pussy, with his thumb up her hole, and a finger up her rear, into her asshole. She groaned and she breathed his name with a sigh.
He loved the feel of her silky skin, so soft and creamy. She was gypsy, he knew and she was a pale-skinned gypsy with black black hair. Her pussy was carpeted with the same black hair, and she soon covered his fingers with sticky, thick love sauce.
He tickled her clit, and she began to moan, "Oh Joe, baby. Oh God I love it. Oh, it just drives me crazy. I can't get over it. So nice. So lovely. OOoh."
He worked harder, and faster, squeezing and pinching the lips of her pussy, trying to make her come before they arrived at the first where someone would have to bump past them, and perhaps see what he was doing with Toni.
Faster and deeper he worked her, and she churned her slim, beautifully padded hips. She kept thrusting her cunt forward at him. How he wanted to eat her, to fuck her. It was one of those fantastically frustrating situations in which he found himself with the object of his dreams, and yet, he was unable to act on that possession.
All the same, for the sake of his little girl, he worked at her, so that she soon came, in small fluttering bursts. She quivered in his hands, and he so wanted to fuck her properly.
She pulled back from his fingers, and he found himself coated with her sauces. She slowly bent over and kissed him on the face. She slipped a slip of paper into his pocket, and she said, "Give me a number where I can reach you. Joe. We gotta get together, baby." She returned to her seat, and he drove on, and he could not help noticing that the aroma of her interior, the hot damp channel of love had spread all over her hand, and filled his compartment.
All the way home. Joe had the scent of Toni's sweet cunt with him, and the recollection of the feel of her.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe was sitting up late, with five more bottles of beer than usual under his belt when Toni called. She sounded a little drunk herself.
It never occurred to Joe that the kid might be so unhappy with Walerton and the life her school offered her that she would have to resort to booze. He was absolutely sure that she would lead a wonderful life, full of fun, passion, and good things to" eat.
But at the moment, she seemed very unhappy.
"Joe, Joe, is it cool?" she asked. "Can we talk, baby?"
"Sure, everything's jake, baby," he said. "What's on your mind, anyway?"
"I just wanted to talk to you, Joe. I just had to talk to somebody, baby, and I thought it should be you. I loved our ride this afternoon. Even if we did play it crazy."
"You bet it was crazy, baby. It was fuckin' nuts to drive in that storm to begin with, but to be finger-fucking you at the same time was.. .jeez, I don't know what to call it. It was insanity. But, to tell you the truth, baby, I'd like to see you. But how can we get together?"
"It's a problem, all right," she admitted. "We lead such different lives, baby. But we'll figure something out, I'm sure. We'll get it together, know what I mean?"
"Yeah, honey. I know. Listen, can you drive?"
"I'm only fifteen, Joe. I don't have a license."
"Right, I figured that. But I thought maybe you knew how anyway, and could get a car. You know, if your parents had another one, or one that you could get away in."
"That wouldn't work," she said. "They go to the theatre some nights, but the story is that they know immediately if a car is gone. They have three, but they park them all together. I do think a friend and I could work something out, however. Then, I could come into the city, to where you are, maybe."
"Aww, baby. Gee, don't come here. That's no good." Joe went through pictures in his mind, of Toni showing up, and being met at the door by Marie. Wouldn't that just be the biggest disaster of his life? He didn't really want to think about it.
"Listen, honey, what we're gonna have to do is find some place, some place where neither of us has people sitting around. That's the only way."
"Got anything in mind?" he asked
"Oh, I do know of one girl, whose parents are in the Bahamas. I would have to talk to her tomorrow. Or call her tonight, and it's a little late tonight. What about you?"
Joe thought of Sal, and he said, "I got a friend, who has a sort of place. But it's nothing imagine, Toni. It's a bit grimy and depressing to tell you the truth. It's not the kind of place that I would want to take a nice kid like you."
"You can fuck that nice kid stuff, right now." Toni said. "I'm no sweet little baby, if you hadn't figured that out by this time."
"Okay, honey, sure, I know what you're talkin' about." he said. He thought to himself that you had to be so careful with the feelings of young people, especially ones around Toni's age. He really did think of her as a kid, all the same.
She was a tough kid, and a beautiful kid. But she was a kid, all the same! That's really what Joe loved about her. She was a fine little one, fresh and tender. She would be the nicest thing he had ever had.
"I don't call you an old man, after all." she said, hitting him squarely. She knew a person's weak points, and she wouldn't say anything, really, until she felt attacked. It was just that she was so sensitive, and felt attacked at the slightest kind of remark.
Joe winced. "Baby, look. I promise you, I won't call you any of that shit any more."
"It's just that you make me feel like some kind of dumb little girl when you do that, Joe. It doesn't feel good."
"I can understand that, Toni. I'm sorry, really I am. The last thing I think of you as is a dumb girl, though. A dumb little girl. Geez, that's rich. You're one of the sharpest, baby, and I stand in awe of what you can do."
"No kiddin' Joe, really?" she said, sounding suddenly like a dumb little girl. She was a sucker for flattery, like lots of people are. Joe thought she could be very weak from that standpoint.
"Listen, Toni, I wish that I had the insight you have into some things, you're really.. .well, you just got savvy, that's all. Also, a fantastic body. Baby, I want to fuck you, don't you know that? I'm dyin' for you, baby. I am aching to be alone with you."
"I know, Joe. And I'm dying to be with you, baby. I love that big strong cock of yours so much. I want you, Joe, I want you tonight, in fact."
"No way, baby." he said, and suddenly, he started to think of ways that it could come to be. He ached, his blood raced, and he felt like he had a demon in his brain, telling him what to do.
"No, Joe? No way?" she sounded pitiful and sad, small and helpless in the receiver.
"Baby, I'd love to be with you tonight. But it's so late, and.. . I don't know if it would be any good, or any of that. I'm a little drunk, and the roads are bad, and.. . "
In the middle of his regretful speech, Toni began to think. There's nothing you can do with these old farts, sometimes, she thought. They got no adventure in their blood. They need something, some little change to spark them, and yet, they're too afraid of anything new.
"Joe, please, you sound like my parents." she said.
"Aww, baby, Toni, honey. It's late, and I want you so much. Why can't you just be here, honey? I can't say no, and then. I can't move. See what I mean, baby? Life is a fucking mess, sometimes."
"Yeah, I see what you mean. I just want to be with you so much, Joe. I want that cock of yours."
"Where we gonna go, though, Toni? Where in the fuck are we gonna meet?"
"I hadn't thought of that, Joe. You're right. What a fucking drag, it is, it really is."
"Listen, Toni. Can you possibly hold on until tomorrow. It would be so'much better. It would, really. I can wait. Not that I want to. I just think that our night together would be so much nicer, if we were fresh. I can maybe find a place for us, tomorrow sometime. How about it, honey?"
She said, with great reluctance in her voice, that she could and that she would wait until the following night.
"But I'm goin' to have fun with myself, if you know what I mean, baby. I'm just so hot, and especially this afternoon. I'm gonna have your cock in my mind, as I get it on with myself."
"Christ, baby. I wish I were with you. I'd love to do it with you. I'd love to fuck you.
I'm gettin' real hot, just thinkin' about it. I'm goin' crazy, honey. But I'm also hangin' up this phone. If you die of need in the night, well, that's just the chance I'll have to take."
Slowly, with a lot of regret, Joe hung up the phone. He thought of her at the other end, hanging up her phone. What must she look like, would she be naked, or alone? All sorts of thoughts, and regrets and desires flashed through Joe's mind.
He sat in his chair, and he belched with the beer he had drunk. He heard Marie calling to him. He decided that he could stand a little sex. He weaved up the stairs, and he stopped off in the bathroom. He made his way into the bedroom.
"Joe? Who was that you were talkin' to? Was that Sal?"
"Sal? Baby, how come you know about Sally?" Joe was genuinely surprised. Sal was a guy he saw during the day, and he wondered if the guy had called him for some reason.
"He called here tonight," she said. "He was trying to tell me how happy he was, that you had introduced him to somebody, and that his whole life had changed happily because of what you had done for him. Strange guy, Joe."
"Aw, Marie. He ain't so strange, he's just a little horny, that's all. Happens to everybody."
"I know, Joe. It's happening to me, right now."
Joe knew a proposition when he heard one. He knew when his wife was eager for a fuck. He felt his cock, and felt that it was rock-hard. He climbed in the bed, and she snuggled up next to him.
"Mmmmmm, you're so nice." she said. "What was that that you did for Sal, anyway?"
"Oh nothin' really," Joe said. "I just introduced him to a woman I thought he might like and it turns out that he did like her. What else can I say?"
"You've said it all." she said. "And now, perhaps, we can stop talking, huh baby?"
He got the picture. She was crazy for him. He could understand that perfectly. He was a real stud, in his own way. Not like some millionaire playboy, but then, he figured a guy in that position couldn't get to know the women he knew, especially the young ones. Toni's face flashed in his mind. So did her cunt.
Marie pulled Joe onto her part of the bed. She really was incredibly horny, and she didn't want to waste any time, in getting his cock into her. She put her tongue in his head, right into his ear.
He sighed, and sucked in his breath. "Oh baby, that's beautiful." he said, and rolled over on her.
He put his hands to her tits, and squeezed them, gently and sweetly. She moaned and began rolling her body on the bed, to match his work. She put her hands up to the side of his head, and she stroked his hair.
He thought to himself that she had forgotten to ask about his call. That was all right. He only wished he could forget about Toni, at least for an hour or so.
He needed to clear his mind in order to really fuck Marie properly. He felt a little guilty, being with her, and missing Toni so much. He wondered how he could resolve the thing, and then, miraculously, he slipped into the pace and heat and the rhythm of fucking.
Marie had stuck her tongue into his mouth, and she was blowing hot air from her mouth into his mouth, which he always found fantastically erotic. His cock brushed her belly, and he felt her bump him again, to cause his rod to jiggle a bit.
"Mmmmm, baby, it's nice and hard. So fine. I want it so much. You want a blow job? You want me to suck your prick, Joey, baby, huh?"
He felt like a heel saying no, but Joe said no. He couldn't bear to have the head of another woman, even if she was his wife, on his precious meat, when there was only one woman he wanted there, and he had already had HER blow him that morning.
He kissed Marie sweetly, and hotly and he said, "Baby, I just feel tender, that's all. All right?"
She said, "Sure, Joey. It's just that I thought you might like it. You always do, and I thought you weren't into fucking me tonight. If you don't want me, then.. . " She was fishing.
He bit. "Oh no, honey. I just.. .I drank more beer than I usually do, and today we had such lousy roads, because of the rain, and the snow. You know? I'm just a little drowsy, baby. I do want you, though. Don't doubt that for a second, huh?"
She put her hand on his cock, and squeezed gently. She put her other hand down his back, and stroked him. She pulled her hand all the way down his back, to his ass, and into his asshole.
They both sighed, heavily. They were beautiful together, lovely sensuous people, mature and wildly horny.
It didn't take Joe long to relax his fear and his longing for Toni. When Marie got going, he forgot all else. It was inevitable.
"Oh baby," he whispered into her ear. "You are so fine, so wonderful and soft. So sexy. What a marvelous woman!"
She loved to hear him talk to her that way.
She got really hot and soft, she spread her legs. "Joe," she moaned. "Eat my tits, darling. Put your face onto my boobs, and eat me. Eat my nipples, honey."
Joe put his full, heavy face onto her, and for the first time that day,he ate tit. He loved it, of course, and he ate with relish, with gusto.
He put his face on Marie's left boob. He licked the whole of it. from the very edges all the way up to the tip, the very apex of her nipple, which stood erect and pert, much like the cap of a mountain.
"Darling," she moaned, beginning to squirm on the bed with her hips. "Oh that's it. I love it. Oh, don't stop. Not for a minute."
He hadn't dreamed of it. He bit, lightly, at the perky button that surmounted her tit, and he licked the flesh at the same moment. She heaved and moaned, and began to thrash upon the bed. He was never short of awe for Marie's sexuality. She got turned on fast, and she got turned on to an extreme degree. She got hot, and dripping. She produced a gallon or so of pussy waters, the sauces of her passion.
She was always so wet, turned on, that he slipped into her with no assistance, or need for it. He straddled her, and he put his cock into her.
"OH!" she shouted. "Oh God, oh Joe, I love it. Oh God that's so nice. Oh Joe, darling, baby. I love your cock. It's so nice, so hot and fat."
Joe began to pump Marie. She slapped his belly with her own. She was a wild horny woman, and she always sought to make his sex as enjoyable as she found her own. She gave him anything he wanted. She was ever happy to blow him. It delighted her to suck his cock, and to eat his salty come.
When she got going, Marie was out of control. She tossed and heaved and bit Joe's shoulders. He sweated, and sometimes found her animalism a little frightening. He held on, however, and they always had a good time together.
"Oh baby," he moaned into her ear. "I'm crazy about you. I love you, Marie. I'm a little drunk right now, but I'm okay. Baby, darling, Marie. I loved you the first time I saw you, and I always will love you, Marie."
She was hotly delighted to hear her husband's words. They went straight into her heart, and she simply translated that into the motions of her hips, the way she ground and heaved against him. She wrapped her legs around Joe, and she squeezed him lovingly.
He felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, and he got really excited. "Oh Marie," he said. He was at a complete loss for anything new to say to her in bed, and he didn't care. He knew that she didn't care that much, either, and they simply fucked, happily and harmoniously, as a good married couple can.
He held her thighs with his arms, and he forced himself deeply into her cunt. He pushed and throbbed, and kissed her face wetly. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, and she dug her nails into his back.
They pounded and heaved, and they fucked as if they were the only live people on the face of the earth. They made their time in bed the warmest time between themselves, and the closest.
Joe became more passionate as Marie came, and came in little shivers, and great heaves of erotic delight. She held her mouth open, and she shut her eyes tight.
She just could not bear to disrupt the flashes and the sparks of her orgams with any visual information. She just wanted to feel what she was feeling. She didn't want to see anything. Marie was one of those people. There are many such people who get to a place with sex that they no longer feel the whole act is a feast for the eyes. She found it, on the other hand, a feast for the skin that covered her.
She rolled her strong body on the bed, and she squeezed Joe tight. Soon, he felt his cock shivering with the same loss of control he had felt that morning, when Toni had blown him on the bus. He could not control the raging in his nuts, and sooner, much sooner than he expected, he was slamming into Marie, coming and gasping with the loss of fear, and the complete surrender that accompany a real climax.
No doubt about it. Marie could give him the true-blue thing when he felt the need for it.
She had never let him down, and he doubted that she ever would.
They fell soundly asleep in each other's arms at once. They slept beautifully. Joe dreamed, quite naturally, of Toni.
The next day, he drove happily through the melting slush, and took her to Walerton, along with his usual other wards. They went to school with a lot of smiles upon their fresh young faces.
Joe spent a day that passed all too slowly, catching up on his laudromats, collecting money from his managers, and issuing checks for repairs.
He took the kids home, in the evening, and went home to Marie, in the evening, when the long shadows fell across New York, and the sky roared a lovely shade of salmon and baby blue.
After dinner, he told his wife that he had some important business to attend to. which he definitely did. He said, "Baby, take any messages for me, would you, and I'll see you later. Much later. Don't wait for me, baby."
Marie looked fondly into Joe's face. He wished she wouldn't do that when he was on his way to be with another woman, especially such a young one. Barely a woman at all, really.
He left the house, and prepared to pick up Toni at a spot near her home that she mentioned to him. She would sneak out of her parent's house, and the two of them would then motor over to a motel near them, near the Henry Hudson Parkway in New Jersey. Just at the uppermost tip of the state.
He drove quickly through the expressways to Westchester, and he waited outside the fast-food outlet. He saw her sitting inside as he pulled up. Colonel Sander's Kentucky Fried Pussy, he thought to himself, as she walked out of the red and white building. The smell of grease, for heavy frying lingered in the, air.
"Hiya, Joe," she said, getting into his car. "Have a nice dinner, baby?" He kissed her, as she got into his car.
She threw her arms around his neck, and she kissed him in return.
"It's so nice to be alone with you." she said. Her voice sighed. "Oh Joe, it's so nice, so nice to be alone with you, darling." She threw her arms around his neck, and she kissed him deeply. He was as glad to see her, and he kissed her passionately.
He put his arms around her, and noted to his great astonishment that she was really small, compared to other women he had known.
She was small around, she was light and tight in her rib cage. He held her lightly in his arms, and he kissed her all over. He kissed her ears, and her eyes. He kissed her neck, and rubbed her arms.
She sighed and breathed hotly in a matter of minutes. She was heaving, and kissing him with almost a kind of desperation. "Joe, Joe, let's go to the motel you mentioned," she said. Her voice was suddenly raspy, like that of a much older woman. It was lust, evidently, and heat that gave her such a throat full of passion.
He turned on the motor, and eased out of the parking lot. The drive was a drove of agonizing slowness, full of stops and bad pavement. They both felt their thighs screaming for contact. They said little, but kept glancing over their shoulders, at the other cars, and stealing glances at each other "Toni, doll. You haven't told me much about your family, or about what goes on at Walerton." Joe said. He waited for her answer. He waited perhaps ten minutes, before it dawned on him that she was not about to say anything at all.
"Not talkin' huh? What's the matter, baby? What's wrong with you? I say somethin' you didn't like, or what?"
She said, "No Joe; it's all fine. I just.. .Walerton depresses me, and there isn't much to say about my family, baby. There they are, and there they love to be. A Westchester success story, comfortable and prosperous and bored by everything. So what is there to say? They bore me, and they do not understand their crazy daughter. Meaning me, of course."
"That's rough, baby," Joe said to her. He found his own car much easier to navigate than the bus that they usually met in. "Hey, Toni." Joe said. "This beats the bus, huh? A lot better than tryin' to make it in the bus, isn't it?"
She giggled. He was so strange, sometimes. She could not really understand how this man had gotten under her skin so much. But he had, and that was that. She settled back into the seats of his car, and she said, to nobody in particular, "I get so lonely."
Joe glanced over, and he said, "You lonely now, honey?" Again, she gave no reply. He drove on. In a minute, they were at the motel in Jersey. He said to her, "Toni, wait in the car. I'm takin' this suitcase in, and I'm gonna register. I'll be out in half a shake."
They went into the room, and they turned on the heat a bit. "Chilly night," she said. "A very chilly night, Joey. I'm cold. Will you hold me, baby?"
He said, "Sure, darling. Come over here to me, will ya?" She crossed the room and the two of them collided with a fierce impact. They were horny and lonely for each other. They had had so much frustration in their relationship, they could not help getting a little extreme.
They squeezed each other tight, and she let one or two tears stream from her young eyes. "Baby" Joe whispered in her ear. "Everything okay with you? You cryin' baby, for me, for yourself, or what?"
She said nothing. She simply buried her face in his shoulder, and she held him close. She put her knee between his legs, and ground at him. He blew his breath into her tender ears. They fell onto the bed. He stroked her black hair, and he said, "Oh my Toni. Darling gypsy. How nice it is to be with you."
When Joe was full of passion, his words took on a special grace, a sterling silver quality that they did not ordinarily have. He just felt like a waterfall, gracefully cascading over his little beauty.
He thought that they should feel sleazy and odd, together in a dim motel in Jersey. To his surprise, it felt great, and he stroked her arms, and her chest.
She began to heave. "Joe, undress me will you? Oh baby, I need your loving. I'm so horny and so hot for you. Give it to me, honey. Fuck me, eat me, fuck me Joe."
Joe loved the words of the girl, as he loved everything about her. He was amazed at how light she was and how small. He kissed her as he took off her clothes. She wore the jeans he loved to see. They were as tight as he had ever seen a garment be on a person. He found it a bit of work to remove the cloth from her.
She had to help him. She sat up on the bed, and she pulled at the tight fabric. They both strained, and together, they got her jeans off She wore a tiny little orange bikini. It was just barely enough to cover her pussy, and she noted to herself with immense warmth that some of her pussy hair edged the little thing.
She hoped that Joe would note that. He stared down at her cunt, still covered, and he said, "Oh baby, how did you ever get to be so glorious, so sexy and hot, and still be so fresh, and so innocent."
It was nothing more than a rhetorical question, but she felt compelled to say, "Joe! I'm. NOT innocent. I'm NOT!! I'm NOT!! Please! Stop this little girl shit! I hate it, Joe!"
The more she protested his treatment of her. the more he felt tender toward her as a young and fresh girl. He got exceedingly warm, and he put his mouth on her cunt, which was still covered with the orange silk panties.
Joe put his mouth to her cunt, and he blew his breath through the cloth. He blew again and again, until she felt the equivalent of the heat of the interior of her pussy, from the outside.
"Ooh, God, that's fantastic." she said. She squirmed and she wiggled on the bed, heaving her shoulders, and trying to look older than her years. She just wanted to get lost in their sex. She spread her legs wide, and Joe noted that she had a really full crotch of hair. He had never had a chance to inspect her thoroughly, and he marveled at the sight.
"Toni, darling" he spoke, softly, softly. "You have such a beautiful body. So fine. I'm absolutely mad about you, just mad about you. This is so nice. And I'm gonna find it impossible to get up tomorrow, I just know it. That's okay. Anything for this."
She threw her arms around his neck, and she pulled him close to her. "Oh Joe, I've waited so long for this." she said. She licked his face, and she pushed her chest at him, to brush his hairy chest .with her tits. It was marvelous to him.
Then, as she had done for him before, she took hold of his cock. Her fingers were small, and bore only the lightest nail. He felt her touch like he felt a kitten grabbing him. She was firm and deliberate, but so touchingly sweet.
He kissed her again. He put his face down to her cunt, and pushed her hand away from his cock. "I want to eat you, Toni." he said. "I've wanted to eat you so much, for so long. It's just the tiling.. . ! hate to tell you this, but, I dream about eating your pussy, baby. It's gotten to me that strongly. I can't tell you what that means."
"No kiddin'? " she asked. She was truly impressed. After all, Joe had a million women, she thought, plus a wife she didn't really want to think about. And he was DREAMING about HER at night! Too much! Really, too lucking much.
She said, "Yes, Joe. Eat me. Eat my pussy, Joe. Suck out all the juices, and lick me inside. Do it all, Joe. I will know for the rest of my life, then, what a really expert cunt-sucking is like. It will be my comparison, for all those that come afterward."
Joe, on his way down, said, "No, baby, don't make it like that. Everybody does it different. No need to compare that way. It's not fair. Just take it easy baby, take it as it comes."
She spread her legs wide, and she threw them over Joe's big strong shoulders. She lay back on the pillow, and she wept, as he first kissed her, because she was so happy and nervous, and fee.ling so small and helpless underneath him.
With infinite tenderness, Joe put his face to her cunt. She did smell as sweet as he expected, and he nuzzled the lips of her pussy with his nose. She gasped, and she trembled with the delight she felt, pure unadulterated delight.
"MMmmmmm" she moaned. "Oh Joe, that's so lovely, baby. God how I love it. I just can't stand it. Oh Joe, my Joe." She wiggled her ass, and felt the thrust of his lips, working and nibbling his way into her. She began to discharge a bit of the old clam sauce, and he licked it hungrily, as he felt it surge from her tender pussy.
As he expected, she was the freshest he had ever tasted. She was marvelous. Sweet and light, and yet, she had a particularly pungent juice in her cunt. It was young and a little green, like a wine. He wondered what she would be like, later in life. He hoped she would always have tender lovers, who would care for her.
Her pussy was unusually well-formed for a young girl. It was like a woman's crotch, more than a girl's. She had such a full pair of lips. He put his face sideways on her vagina, and spread her lips open in a new direction. He was thoroughly confident that he was giving her something that she had never had before in her life.
She whimpered so freely, and so free of inhibition, he figured he was getting out her reservations against sex. He knew that all young people are afraid of some things, and that girls, especially, get a bit squeamish. So his idea was to push her beyond what she had ever had before. That way, he figured to have a friend, a lovely dark friend, a passionate little gypsy whenever he needed her.
She began to shudder so strongly, he felt that she might just come and come again, and forget all about sex. He wanted to get her before she fell asleep. She heaved her chest, and arched her back, and he said, "Okay, baby. I'm coming in you darling. I'm puttin' it to you. I hope you're all set, honey."
She groaned and she nodded her head. He put his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and he slipped into her cunt. She tore the air with a shriek of pleasure. She pushed her small, lovely hips up at him, and he held her ass in his hands, a cheek in each.
As if fucking a toy woman, Joe pumped Toni with strong, gentle strokes. Each one jammed deep into her, up into her belly, and she moaned with a total loss of sense. "Oh Joe, my baby. Fuck me, fuck me."
He drove and drove into her, thrusting his cock with the sort of care he had not taken in so many years. He took care to feel the tiniest change in her. She was hair-trigger sensitive, and when he felt her heaving, really surging at him with her orgasm, he let his boiling, raging come blast out of his cock, into her, hard and continuous.
She cried when he came in her, and he kissed her tears, and she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him as if the world were about to come to an end in the next five minutes. Joe found it one of the best fucks of his life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe took the subway into Manhattan, and he got off at Times Square. He sought out one of his favorite spots, a showroom down a flight of stairs. Gathered in a half circle in the darkness were a bunch of booths, like telephone booths.
He went down the stairs, and found a booth. He folded the door closed behind him. The glass was painted over, and so he was in a dark little cubicle. He put a quarter in the slot that was directly in front of him and a screen rose, affording a view of a show.
The show was this: a plump voluptuous woman lay on a leopard skin covered platform. She was naked. Not totally naked, however; she wore a pair of stockings that squeezed her thighs and cut into her flesh. She spread her legs, and she rolled on the leopard skin.
Joe loved her. There were about eight different women at the location, but the one who he called Lois was his favorite. She was blonde and tight. There was a sensual surplus of flesh about her, but only a slight surplus.
Essentially, Lois was a firm, muscular woman, a Viking goddess of some kind. Her ass was absolutely perfect, and Joe invariably sucked his breath in between closed hot teeth when he glimpsed her pert fair ass. She was fabulous, and he wanted to do nothing so much as fuck her. So did all the men in the booths around Lois. She was superb, a fantastically desirable piece of ass, and she was very sexy in the way she handled herself.
Lois did not so much lie upon the platform as lie there, posing and rolling in hot invitation. She knew how to roll, with one hip in the air, and the other dragging across the leopard skin.
She knew how to drag her hands across her body, slowly, tips of the fingers only, fingernails, and she knew how to make men insane with the need for her.
She would spread her legs, in a bald faced display of the deepest recesses of her pussy. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart, and put her fingers inside.
She checked the room, glancing around the half circle, and she established eye contact with different patrons as she made the trip. Some guys would hold out their tongues, put their tongues on their upper lips, in an open message: let's fuck.
When she found one of those, Lois returned the gesture, but she rarely took up the offer. For some men, Lois would pause, when she saw them, and extract a fingerful of her pussy juice. Then, she would lick her finger, looking the man directly in the eye.
With Joe, however, Lois was totally different. Lois fucked Joe. They had a thing going for months, and he loved to visit her at her job in Times Square. It gave him such a rush of pride to know that HE alone, of all the men who desired Lois had access to her exquisite cunt.
And it WAS an exquisite cunt. A superb little twat, tight and hot, quick to dampen. Lois loved fucking, almost as much as she loved to suck cock.
One thing Joe really enjoyed about Lois was the fact that she had no reservations about sucking his cock. She seemed, in fact, to really enjoy it. Yes! She loved to reach under the table, when they were out together, and grab his prick and his balls. Joe loved it, too. It was always an act of supreme concentration for him to keep his face straight when she played with his tool under the table. She knew how to massage his meat so that he got incredibly hard, throbbing with blood, and with the trembling need to come, spurting hotly, unloading his balls.
They often went out with another couple, and that was nice, although it never went any further than friendly dates. Neither Joe nor Lois was into swinging, or switching partners, mainly because they loved to fuck each other so much, and to eat each other. But the double date business had some pleasures.
What Joe really loved about the double dates they took was the fact that Lois shared a secret with him under the table. They were close, very tight, and had been so for some time. Joe had waited for Lois on the first visit to her showroom. He stayed at the stage door, just like men have done for ages, at the back of the theatre. He was crazy about her, mad with a stiff shaft of meat which he intended to give her, that night. Guys in the old movies used to stand at the stage door with a bouquet of red roses. Joe stood there, with his cock straining at the front of his trousers, visibly.
Lois stepped out into the street, and the first thing she saw that night, out on the street was the vertical salute some guy was giving her. Joe could never forget the fact that she walked over to him, and put her hand flush against his cock, and lightly squeezed his balls. ! ! "she had said, 'isn't that lovely? What do you call it, your horn of plenty? Got enough for me, baby?"
"Damn right I do," Joe had said. They had gone immediately to a hotel, without much conversation, and they fucked, and fucked. That had been nearly two years ago, and since then, Joe had stopped in and they talked, with their faces, their lips and their eyes.
Lois had a marvelous smile, a full-lipped sexual smile and she knew when she flashed it at her audience that each man, down the line would think that she was smiling a special smile just for him. That's why she was such a success in the skin business. She knew how to make contact with her audience.
But Joe was the only member of her audience who ever made contact with Lois. Or so she told him. He didn't care, really. As long as they could be together, when he wanted her, that was all that mattered to Joe. Besides, he had so many women, he didn't need for Lois to be solid with him, when she was away from him. Just as long as they were solid when they were together. That's the way Joe approached all his relationships. When they fall apart, let 'em go, he reasoned.
He had had more women than he cared to remember, and certainly a lot more than he COULD remember. Lois was completely different, however. She was un-like any woman Joe had ever known. Something about having the eyes of horny men on her all day long, as she lolled nakedly made Lois a very special person.
All that attention made her, for one thing, a woman who knew men, knew their deepest, hottest cravings, the things they liked to do to a woman. Somehow, in the midst of her understanding, Lois also had come to understand what it is that a man wants a woman to do to him. She understood not only what men liked having done, things like exquisite blow jobs, but she knew HOW a man liked to have these things done to him.
So she gave a firm, slow, gentle blow job, and she took a man's time, paced him so that he moaned, and thrashed at the end and got orgasm. Lois knew how to make a man shout with pleasure. That was rare, but she knew how to get a man moaning and shouting and throbbing with delight.
Once a month was about all that Joe could take of Lois. She was too, too, intense. He didn't know if he would bust anything but he guarded himself from fucking her tod often. She left him in pieces, every time.
He loved every second of it. Joe was mad for Lois, but he only saw heron and off occasionally. He savored their meetings. That way, he kept the rest of his life together, and still had the intensity, the passion that she brought out in him.
Joe needed her now, however, despite the frequency and the intensity of the sex he had had in recent weeks. Just that supreme artistry of hers would send him where he wanted to be.
So he went to Times Square, went to his regular booth, put in ten quarters. He waited for her.
The screen raised onto the room, and she bathed in red light. It was thick and dark, beautiful heavy light that adhered to her hair. Her hair was very blonde and very short, so that she seemed crowned by a red halo when she lay there on the leopard skin.
She smiled, constantly. That was part of the job. A part of a lot of jobs, actually, but for Lois, it was different. She really wanted to entertain the men watching her, and she threw herself into the act with great enthusiasm and drama.
She glanced around, and then she REALLY smiled when she spied Joe. Oh honey, she thought, it's been so long. Why you stay away so long, baby? I've missed you.
She threw all this into the posture she assumed when she saw Joe. She raised her shoulders up, and she squeezed her chest so that her tits stuck out deliciously. She pursed her lips, and she wiggled her ass. Joe got the message, loud and clear. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him in the worst way. For once, SHE was the one who wanted to leap through the glass, and have sex.
Ordinarily, the guys who watched Lois were like this, but Joe brought that out in her. It is remarkable that a man of no great means, a middle aged guy who drives a bus could get such superior pussy, so much fantastic nooky. But the fact remains, Joe got all he wanted, and had to turn away twice as much as that.
He was just.. .a very sexy man. He gazed down on Lois. He thought to himself, Jesus, baby, you really are a dish. I wish you were off work right now. I wish, in fact, that I were in there with you right now. I don't even give a damn that all these other guys are watching. I WANT you. I want to fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked by anybody in your life, including me.
They licked their lips, and both of them saw that the sex they would have would be fanTAStic! They were both hot, and that's when they were exceptionally good with each other.
Joe even put his face to the glass, after wiping it clean. Then, he stuck his tongue away from his mouth, and pressed it on the glass. Lois felt that she couldn't stand it any longer. She just got hotter and hotter, and she began to steam. She heaved a sigh, and she spread her legs as he looked in at her.
She drew one fingernail up her thigh, as she sat on her haunches. She slowly, ever so slowly drew her nail to her crotch. She drew a circle around her cunt, and she licked her lips again.
The other customers could not really tell what was going back and forth between the two. They just kept on dreaming and drinking in Lois' exquisite features. She got brilliantly inspired by Joe's presence, and customers were leaving very slowly, and when they did leave, were walking slowly, carrying stiff bulges in their pants.
Lois wriggled and squirmed, and she ground her cunt into the back of her right heel. She sat down hard on the back of her foot, and she squirmed until she felt juices flowing from her cunt.
She breathed heavily, sighing and moaning to herself. She really wanted to get out of the place, and fuck Joe.
She signalled for a replacement, and she stood up on her knees, with her hands behind her head. She let her eyelids flutter down over her eyes,, and she reclined on the overstuffed pillow that had been provided her. The men all found that exceptionally erotic, and they felt the wild frustration that attends a boiling pair of balls, full of hot come that needs to be shot off, but cannot be.
She bade them all a fond goodbye that was in no way tinged with regret at having to take leave of their company. She put on a shawl, as her replacement, Renee, ambled in, wearing a black lace baby doll outfit that stopped just short of her cunt.
A full thick black bush of cunt hair bloomed out from under her little jacket, and she walked sassily, bouncing her ass, and grinning wickedly at the men watching her. She almost made them forget that Lois, the real star, was leaving.
As the regular replacement of the star, Renee did very well. She was sort of an understudy for the big name. People came from all around, from Boston and New Jersey, just for the chance to see Lois. Aside from that, Renee did well.
The main thing was, she allowed Lois a break, to get away, and see Joe. Joe waited outside the dressing room door, as usual. It was a black iron door, heavy and virtually unbreakable a lot of men had tried to bust in, and fuck the women who worked there.
Joe knew better than to try to gain entry. He knew that Big Jelly stood right inside the door, ready to cause serious discomfort to anybody who forced his way in. So Joe waited.
In less than five minutes, which was certainly record time, Lois showed up at the back door. She opened it, with hesitation, and she peered out. She wore a look at once eager and cautious.
She also wore a white sable coat. That set her off from the common garden variety bump and grind artiste. Lois was definitely accomplished. Joe urged her to try writing a book about her work.
"Honest ta Christ, baby, it'd be a best-seller. Fantastic work a' art. No kiddin'. "
She invariably brushed off these suggestions, and said that she did her work for the pleasure she got from it. But she also got a lot of money for her abilities.
The two of them stood outside the dressing room door, and said, almost in unison, "Okay, where'll it be?" They stopped, and looked deeply into each other's eyes. They became deadly quiet, and kissed, deeply and hungrily, right on the sidewalk at 42nd Street.
Their tongues collided in the middle, right between them, and they licked their tongues, slithering up and down hotly. They were ready to fuck on the street! A lot of things go on in Times Square. A lot of sex is sold, in indirect fashions, mostly, and a lot of young junkies nod out on steps. But very few people try to fuck on 42nd Street. Even in New York there is a limit to what can be done.
Joe said, "Listen, baby, how about the Plaza?" They both laughed heartily at that one, and settled down to reality. They decided on a plain place, just a few blocks from where they were.
They got into a cab, and kissed in the back seat as they rode. Joe had his hand in Lois' cunt as quickly as she had hold of his cock. They fingered each other's bodies, impatiently waiting to arrive. The ride was too short for a real fuck, and too long to sit still.
The cab slammed to a halt, and Lois and Joe virtually ran into the hotel. They registered fast. It was a joint that rented rooms by the hour, and even changed the sheets after a couple had used a suite. A lot of women who hook used the hotel, and the management had a arrangement worked out with the cops.
So Joe and Lois actually looked pretty respectable to the management, compared to some of the couples that came into the place. They smiled, big big smiles at the desk clerk, got the key to room 1245 and summoned the elevator.
The trip up was as passionate as the cab ride. Lois ground her knee into Joe's crotch, and the two of them were ready to explode with need for each other.
"Your cunt, darling. Lois, baby, I want to fuck you so bad. God, I can taste it now. Taste your cunt, that is. Slick and hot. Oh shit, I wish this elevator would fucking hurry up."
They arrived, and flew out of the elevator for the door of their room. Joe fumbled with the key. His hands trembled with lust and need for her. The feel of her next to him, and the sweet sharp aroma she exuded drove him mad.
"Lois, Lois, Lois," he moaned. "Oh baby, honey, I want you so much, let's go!"
He had the door open, and they were in the room, and through the door together. They slammed it behind them, and they frantically pawed at the buttons on their clothes.
They made animal noises in their throats, heavy gasps and grunts of lust and heat, bare need.
"Lois, darling baby, Jesus, I'm so hot for you, I could flip out. Hurry, darling. Hurry, and fuck me!"
She was careful about hanging up her white sable, and locking the door, but the rest of her clothes she simply tossed aside, randomly, and her fingers shook with her aching for him.
They were undressed, but for the small garments that restrained their crotches. They kept their underpants on, and Joe reached out for her, squeezing at Lois' hips, licking her beautiful tits.
She pushed her cunt at him, and he took hold of her, squeezing the heavy bush of her pussy with his strong right hand. "Oh baby," she moaned, closing her eyes and opening her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her mouth glistened, and she breathed heavily.
As she forced her pussy at him, Joe got the message of her desire and he thrust his hand down inside her panties. She groaned as she felt his fingers probing her cunt, and she strained against his hand.
Her cunt was hot and wet, and steam virtually poured out of it. She pulled Joe onto the bed with her, and the two of them began to grind, and pant. She reached for the elastic of his underpants, and pulled his prick free.
Joe's enormous penis flapped free into the air, twanging muscularly, and churning with blood.
It had been hard for hours, ever since he had thought about paying a visit to her. Now, her fingers around his cock just made it longer and harder, and Joe held her shoulders as she sought out his cock with her mouth.
Her lips nibbled hungrily at him, and she stuck out her tongue, flicking the hole at the tip of his prick, burrowing into him, and blowing her breath down the length of his shaft at the same time.
Joe wheezed, "Oh baby, that's beautiful. That's so nice, so fucking erotic I think I'm going to go out of my mind. Jesus, Lois, suck me. Suck my cock. Suck my cock, you cocksucker! Suck it!! "
She kneeled in front of Joe, as he stood on his knees, and she held the base of his cock with her left hand, and gently bobbed up and down on the iron hard muscle. She sank her teeth into his flesh, at intervals. Joe stuck his fingers into her hair, and mussed the short blonde locks with great affection.
She had him moaning, gasping with delight, and she liked the control she had over him. He squeezed his legs together, contracting the muscles of his thighs, and his ass, and she grasped his ass with her hands.
She flattened her tongue, and pulled the blade up the underside of his cock so slowly, and so wetly he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right in her mouth. "Oh Jesus, Lois, that's too much." He panted. "I'll come in your mouth, I swear it. Let me go, lover, let me eat you."
She clamped her lips down on the man's meat, and she drew herself up and off him. The sensation was delightful, and he nearly blew off his load when she released him that way.
He fell back on the bed, bouncing so that he rose several times between slapping the surface with his back. She watched with tenderness, and she straddled him, and crawled up his body, managing to just brush his prick with her cunt, just lightly with the lips of her pussy.
He gasped and whimpered, beginning to remember why he only got with Lois once in a while. She was unbelievably sexy. She had it concentrated at about ten times the regular strength that other people felt sex. She also knew how to give another a sensation that was about ten times as strong, ten times as pleasurable, and erotic.
She slowly made her way up his body, licking her lips all the while. He hissed, "Come here to me, lady. Come sit on my face, and let me eat those clams of yours. Come here to papa. Come on." Joe spoke sweet and patiently. Underneath that, he was boiling with desire.
Each inch of the way, Lois got hotter for Joe's mouth. She loved what he could do to her, and make her feel. She deliberately slowed down, so that both of them would be ready to blow up by the time she sat down on his mouth.
Her ploy worked, and yet, it failed. Joe couldn't stand the waiting, and he grabbed her, and pulled her hips onto his head. She gasped, as a person gasps who sits down sharply in a hot tub. The shock of the sensation was lovely and harsh, at the same time.
"OOh! Joe, oh honey, that's fantastic. I'm just crazy about you, honey. Just crazy about you. What you do for me! Oh, give it to me, Joe! Do it! Suck my pussy. Oh. Ungh. Oh, Joey, baby. Oh, unghh."
He worked expertly, spreading her lips with his nose, burrowing into her, seeking her clit with his nose. She was very damp inside, and he felt her sweet juices flowing over his cheeks. He loved the taste of her, delicious clam sauce, he thought.
Joe had a special technique for Lois. It went like this: he blew his breath, and sucked the air he had blown into her pussy while he bit and licked her cunt. She nearly wept with outrageous passion, the overwhelming delight of the sensation.
She tossed, and squirmed on his face, rolling in tight circles of pleasure on him.
The harder she wriggled, the harder he worked, and the faster he worked, the sweeter she felt. The sweeter she felt, the more sauce flooded out of her cunt. He licked it all up happily, greedy for the flavor, wild about the aroma.
Naturally, Joe couldn't manage to say much, when she was on his face, but his motions told her plenty. She bobbed and bounced and gnashed her teeth in reply. He loved hearing her moan. She moaned just like a woman crying, except that she was transported into a cloud of delight.
He squeezed her thighs, and worked his way back, into her asshole. He knew that was something she loved. She always wanted to make sure she was absolutely clean, for his sake, and so, she had washed before stepping out of the club.
Bit by bit, Joe worked and wedged his way into her ass, up between her cheeks. Lois shrieked with pleasure, at the impact of his tight wet tongue in her back door, in her servant's entrance. He whisked his blade in and out of her rear chute, and she went nearly numb all over.
Joe knew it, but he enjoyed hearing her say it, all the same. He raised his head, and she reclined back against the mattress, with her legs spread wide.
"You ready for me, honey?" he asked her. She answered him with her bobbing tits, with her bellyful of need. She moaned, and she tossed on the bed so that he had no need for a spoken answer. He took hold of her thighs, and licked his lips. He did not want to have his face slick with her sauce, looking as though he were in the middle of a feast, with his mouth down in the hollandaise sauce.
He took hold of her cheeks, and jammed his cock into her. She gasped with delight, and drew in her breath through her pressed lips as she felt his cock inching into her pussy.
Her whole love channel quivered and she tried to clamp down the muscles of her cunt on his cock. He answered her with light jabs of his meat, and they both sighed with delight.
"Oh baby, your love hole is nicer, and sweeter and tighter than ever," he said. "I love being in you. We fit together so well. You know ALL the right things to do," he whispered.
She answered him with her pelvis, thrusting it up at him, and licking his chest. She sank her teeth lightly into his nipple and he shoved his cock up hard into her, with special strength.
They had a way of getting each other off, pushing and nibbling, and Joe loved the feel of their bellies slapping each other, with light strokes, so that they began to perspire heavily, and feel their thighs racing with blood. They were boiling, and tossing heavily on the firm bed, humping and humping.
They groaned as they worked, heaving with practiced strokes, sure, hard thrusts of their bodies into each other, and soon, Joe began to whisper into her ear, as she pumped, "Gonna come soon, honey? I'm about to come, anytime now. I am only waitin' on you, Lois. Whattya say, baby. Can you come quick?"
Although Joe had great staying power, and excellent stamina, he was just crazy to get off, to blow his load in her. Watching her perform was the trigger that had made him so hot, and since seeing her, he had no patience for elaborate positions or a long fuck.
She began to breathe hotly, in short gasps, and he picked up his pace. His come was just poised, inside the shaft of his penis, waitingfor a sharp sensation that would open the gates. Lois stuck her tongue in Joe s ear, and he was gone. He swore, "Oh Jesus, Lois! Damn you're fine! Marvelously hot little cunt! I'm coming! I'm, OH!! UNGHHH!! ! "
He slammed into her furiously, not restraining his body in any way. They both heaved and rocked on the mattress, expending their vital juices.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joe went out to cruise in the Chinatown area. He especially loved the softness of Oriental women. They drove him crazy, with their little noses, their delicious bodies. He used to steal glances at them out of the corners of his eye when visiting the area. He would often stand at or near the intersection of Mott and Pell, and slyly observe the parade of Oriental beauty. He knew there just had to be a woman, even if she was a hooker, who could give him something nice. He had never been with a woman of Oriental extraction, not since the War, anyway. He had memories, however, and that was enough to fuel the fires of his intense desire for another woman, especially a Chinese one.
Joe walked around Chinatown, and tried to make out what the various street vendors said. It all sounded totally foreign to him. He could not believe that people made sense out of the conglomeration of sounds that made up the Chinese language. He took their word for it, however, and watched the way men sold fish, and fruit and vegetables.
He paused only briefly at each stall, and then passed on, to his destination. He had heard, through a friend, that a man could get an Oriental hooker of virtually any description by stopping at a certain newsstand.
He went to the newsstand, and waited. He glanced at the bright magazines. There were dozens of newspapers, all of them useless to Joe. He felt like a kind of idiot, looking up and down the stacks, for something he could actually read. There was nothing.
A man walked to Joe. He was about two feet shorter than Joe. He was very quiet, and he moved like a cat. Joe looked at him suspiciously. The man said, "Pussy?"
"You got it, pal." Joe replied.
"Chinese, Japanese, Balinese, Javanese, Polynesian, Indian, Thai, or Vietnamese?" the man asked Joe. High-class Hong Kong pimp, Joe thought.
He said, "Chinese, if you please."
The man nodded, with his eyes closed, and said, "Follow me." Joe walked after the man. People in the street looked up startled at the sight of a short little Chinese guy accompanied by a stocky American. A car passed by with Massachusetts plates, and the people inside, all of them white, stared out at the two.
Dumb peckerwoods, Joe thought. Why don't they go back to Boston and state at their televisions. The man led Joe into a tenement doorway, and back down a narrow corridor. The hall was dank with the odor of MSG and urine.
Fancy bordello, Joe remarked out loud. "Hold on yourself," the man replied to Joe. They turned a corner, and encountered a black iron door. The man rapped once, very lightly. The door opened wide, and the man turned to Joe. "This way," he said, showing nothing in his face.
Joe walked with the man. They came to a heavy wooden door, and the man knocked once, waited, and then knocked three times, quickly. It opened, and a fragrance of sandalwood rushed from the room. Joe felt like he was getting high from the smell.
The two men walked into the room. It had heavily lacquered red walls, and there were some hard wooden benches, and a few silk screens.
The man turned to Joe, and said, "Be seated."
Joe said, "If it's all the same to you, pal, I'll just keep on my feet."
The man stared virtually through Joe, and said, in a low menacing voice, "Be Seated."
Joe had never felt so intimidated in his life. He sat down. The man rang a tiny brass bell, and a door at the other end of the room opened almost instantly, almost simultaneously with the ringing of the bell. It was as if the motions were one, and the ringing and the opening one simple response to the one motion.
A tiny, old woman walked out into the room. She held a small orange sack in her hand, and she looked at Joe, blankly. She bowed. Joe bowed. She turned to the doorway behind her, and she said something in Chinese, Shanghai dialect, which was lost on Joe. Whatever it was, it brought a string of women out into the room, and Joe was glad that he was seated.
He was bowled over by the beauty of the women available to him. He glanced at the man who had brought him to the bordello.
The man said nothing, but bowed, meaning, that Joe could take his pick of the women. He felt his throat get hot and wet. Jesus! These women are incredibly beautiful, he thought.
He glanced them all over, quickly. They were all short, and petite. Some of them were tiny, some of them merely short, but all of them were thoroughly voluptuous.
Joe took a fast inventory. He narrowed his choices down to three women. One was very pale, one was somewhat pink, and one was most definitely yellow. The pale one had long, black hair, tied up on top of her head in a sort of Japanese fashion, the pink one had a short, severe haircut, and the yellow one had long, straight black hair.
The pale one had thin, curved lips, delicately formed. The pink one was pout-lipped, and the yellow one had very full lips, very sensual lips which were nevertheless shaped for comfort.
He looked at the three, and checked out their bodies. The pale one was thin, and small-breasted. The pink one, slightly squat and a little pudgy in places. The yellow one, however, was just the sort of woman that Joe flipped out for. She had a good, firm pair of boobs, nice and round and full. Her ass was a pronounced piece of meat, but exquisite in shape, and not too small. Not large either, or fat.
Joe glanced at the third one, and found, to his surprise, but not really, that he was breathing heavily, and his pulse was racing. He glanced at the man who had brought him in, and at the older woman. They looked into his eyes. He nodded at them, and they nodded back.
The women filed out of the room. Joe imagined, or did he imagine that the yellow woman, the dark-haired voluptuous beauty, had smiled, or almost, with her eyes, when he decided on her.
The older woman said, "Come with me." The yellow woman, dressed in black silk, just a small loose, robe, walked into another room, and Joe followed.
The chamber was simple. It was painted in an eggshell color, and the walls were bare, except for a print, depicting a fish. There were some straw mats on the floor, and a low, black-framed cot, with a thin pad over it.
The woman said, "My name is Lin. And yours?"
"Joe," he said. "A pleasure to meet you, Lin. You are a beautiful woman. Absolutely. I.. . " He didn't know what to say. He just looked into her face.
"What do you like?" she asked him. "Blow-job, hand-job. Regular fucking. Combination. Bondage?"
"No, no, Lin. No bondage," Joe said. "No whipping. Suck me, and kiss me, and then, we'll fuck. How's that?"
"All up to you." she said.
"I know." he said. "But I want you to be happy, too."
She smiled, very slightly, and he wanted to kiss her, right then. She reached behind her back, and she unfastened the clasps of her black garment. Underneath, she wore a bit of black silk underwear, and black stocking.
Joe thought he would come, the moment he glimpsed her body. So yellow! So sexy! Her underwear was terribly brief, and cut her body in several places. Her panties made her belly only that much more delicious to look upon since her legs were so long, and so sexy.
"Jesus, baby. You are incredible!" Joe shouted. "I can't help myself! You drive me wild. Here: stop undressing. Let me take your clothes off, Lin. Please."
She blushed slightly, and consented. He put his hands to her bra, and unbuckled the little clasp in the back. Her marvelous full breasts came bouncing out, and he smiled unabashedly at how nicely she was stacked, there.
Her tits were surmounted by lovely pink nipples, full and warm. He put his face to the right one, and simply pressed his nose into the skin. She sighed, and heaved her chest, with evident pleasure at his ministrations. He felt the little tip of flesh beginning to rise, hard into the space between his lips.
He bit the tip of her tit, and he heard her sigh. She was probably used to slobs who just came in and got off. Joe felt that he might be one of the rare ones who knew a little fact. Get the whore excited, and she'll do twice as much, at no increase in fare.
As Joe bit and sucked her gorgeous boob, he pulled her close, so that he could feel her lovely belly against his cheek. She was warm, and he felt the low elastic band of her panties. He knuckled one thumb inside her little silk scrap, and he pulled the tiny garment down around her knees. With a deft motion, she kicked out of them, and she was nude, but for the stockings.
The stockings clung to her marvelous legs, and without any visible means of support. Joe put his hands around to the woman's ass, and he ran his fingers softly down into the crack, and into her pussy. She churned her hips, and wiggled against his fingers. He dug his fingers deeper into her. She spread her legs, and he noted with pleasure what a full thatch of pubic hair she had. Thick and healthy, and of the same blue-black color as the hair on her head.
He wanted to eat her, but was afraid. And she wouldn't have let him. He was sure of that. So he heavily lay back on the cot, and said, "Okay Lin, undress me. Take off my clothes, darling."
She kneeled down on the bed, and took hold of his cock through the fabric of his pants. He moaned and rolled his gut as she held him there. "Ungh! Oh Lin. You're marvelous, baby. Fantastic! I love it!" He wondered what it would cost him.
She unbuckled his pants, and she pulled down the whole of his covering, until his cock shot free of the assortment of garments and stuck up in the air. She held his penis in her tiny hands. She faced his cock with a look of awe. She put her head down, and nipped the very tip of his prick with her lips.
She knew something special, Joe decided, the moment he felt her on his cock. She had moistened her lips, and jammed her tongue deep into the slit at the end of his pecker as she got on him. It nearly made him come at the impact. He shivered, in his thighs, and down to his knees, through his ankles.
She lightly squeezed the base of his prick, and she sunk her teeth right into the tip of his prick. At the same moment, she pulled her left hand, tightly encircled around the vertical salute. Joe figured that Lin knew the ancient Oriental Slow Blow. He had had it once or twice before, but it had been years. He didn't know if he had the mental strength to cope with it. But what the hell; it was not the sort of thing one turns down. Lin sank onto his cock, bobbing and descending in a back-and-forth motion that set Joe's rod on fire. He found that he could barely contain his excitement. "Oh baby, Oh Lin, my sweet, that's unbelievable. I don't know what you're doing there, baby. But I love it. Oh don't stop."
She let her mouth fill with saliva, and she churned her spittle around his cock. Joe roared with delight. He could not form words in his mouth any longer. He was simply beyond the pale of rationality. He was in ecstasy, and ecstasy is a wordless place.
He ached to drive his cock into her. He pulled at her shoulders, and said, "Lin, baby, I'm ready for you. Let's fuck. Regular. Gimme a regular fuck. With cream, know what I mean?"
She sucked the waters of her mouth from around him, and pressing her lips tight, she pulled her mouth up, away from him. He could just barely keep from coming as she did that. These Chinese women, he thought, know exactly what is going on. I can't believe it!
Lin hovered over him, looking down with a look of infinite patience and sadness. He wanted her to smile. "Your heart, Lin, is full of blood. My heart is on fire, now, and my blood burns for your cunt." She managed a slight snicker at his craziness. He shut up.
She poised over his meat, and dropped onto him. She was tight! Joe shouted, "Oh God, Lin! You're really tight! Damn, what a magic cunt. I can't believe it! A fine little pussy. Oh fuck me baby. Fuck me."
She was over him, and she rolled her hips in a circle, around and around, drawing the come out of him, and he shivered. His penis got very tingly and sweet, and he put his hands up to her, and squeezed her shoulders. "Baby, " he moaned. "Give it to me."
Joe figured, and rightly so, that she would come only after he had, if at all. Oriental women do not get the sort of treatment that Orientals do. They are a downtrodden lot, and Joe wanted to make his whore smile, or feel something nice. But a few minutes are not. sufficient to overcome a few dozen centuries of cultural training. So he junked the idea, and busied himself with the act of fucking her.
Her belly button was inset deeply in her soft belly, and when Joe glanced down at the intersection of their genitals, all he could see was her belly button. Below that, there was just a tangle of hair, and their sex organs were swallowed up in each other.
Lin had lovely thighs, long and soft, and warm to the sides of his hips. He pumped up into her, driving his cock into her cunt, pushing and straining with an insane need to come, quickly.
"Oh Lin," he moaned. "Bend over, baby, put your tongue in my mouth."
All Joe's attention, and all of his energy was concentrated in the head of his cock. His balls burned, but his cock was on fire, alive-electrically, raging with sparks of lot need. Lin's sweet pussy was so warm, and so tight, he could not even think about anything else.
Joe simply pushed and pushed himself into her. Slowly, with reluctance, Lin bent down, and Joe half melted when he felt her tits alight on his hairy chest. Lin fell into his mouth with her mouth, and she licked the lips of his face, wetly, in firm delicate strokes.
"Mmmmmngh." he moaned, as she worked inside him. He put his hands to the side of her head, and stroked her hair. He pulled her head onto his face, and their thick lips were pressed virtually flat with the impact.
Joe tossed from side to side. He was not the sort of man who went to whores often. Usually, he got the best sex, free of charge, without having to put out a cent. He thought that if a man had to pay, either he was in a pinch, or else he wanted something really fantastic, sex from a genuine expert.
And with Lin, Joe was most decidedly getting the finest sex he had ever had. He always thought that, or almost always. With Lin, however, he was positive. She was the best. The best he had ever had, and probably the best in New York City, the best in the hemisphere, the best in the world.
He shook all over with the pleasure she gave him. She slightly rolled, and twisted, getting steamingly hot, and full of thick sauce. Joe felt her slightly fishy sauce streaming down onto him, and he smiled with deep satisfaction.
He put his hands down Lin's back, and stroked her lightly. She responded with deep sighs of pleasure, and Joe liked that. He didn't want to be greedy with the pleasure. Why not let her have a little fun, as well? It didn't cost him much, and he knew she would be more inspired. So he stroked her lightly, and squeezed her buns. He put one linger to the puckered back door of the whore, and tickled her there.
She heaved against him. He had made her come! He felt like a champ! He had made a lovely little Chinese whore come, in spite of herself. It made his cock swell, and he pulled her down hard onto the fat base of his cock.
She groaned, as she did, and shivered. She had her eyes closed, and she trembled. He put his hands to her side, at her ribs, and he held her warmly.
She bent over, weeping. "Please," she begged, "please, keep this from them. I do anything for you."
He didn't know what she was talking about. He couldn't imagine what she meant. "Lin, I don't know what's wrong with you." he said. He tried to look into her face, but she hid the tears in his shoulder.
He felt the stinging hot salt and suddenly, it dawned on him that she had come first. That is the first rule of the oldest profession on earth: the customer comes first. He figured that she feared for her life, having been unable to restrain her orgasm. Perhaps in China, she would have been tortured, killed, or driven naked into the streets. But this is America! Joe said to himself. That can't happen here! And he wasn't about to let it happen, by God. He wouldn't say a thing.
