Fran smiled happily as she glanced around the dimly lit living room of her new apartment on the West Side. The furniture was cheap but the place had style. She wondered what her mother and father would think about the two big nudes, a man and a woman, on one wall.
Corpus Christie, Texas was a long way from New York City, and she was glad. She had spent her whole life, twenty years, trying to stick it out in Corpus and a week ago she had fled. She had quit her job in the local bank, Fran had decided she wanted action. Life was too short to be wasted in Corpus Christie, Texas.
The telephone interrupted her daydreams. "Hello," Fran said.
"I'm calling about the ad-to share an apartment." The callers voice was low and pleasant.
"Right!" Fran answered. "I won't waste your time. It's more of a pad than anything else. And I've just turned down several girls who, well...." she paused, wondering how to word it. "Well, you know, they were on the prudish side. I've just arrived in New York from the sticks and, well, I'm here for fun."
"Great. So am I," the sexy voice said. "My name's Amy. I'm fairly new here myself. May I come over?"
"Sure. Right away," Fran answered.
She gave Amy directions and hung up.
Fran looked around the apartment again. Everything was in order for the prospective roommate. Except myself, she decided. I'd better take a shower.
She went into the bedroom, dropping her blouse on the double bed. She turned on the shower and came back to stand before the full-length mirror in the small bedroom.
Wearing only a bra and bikini panties, she studied her body. She liked her body. Her breasts were large and pointed, the dark nipples thrusting against the sheer cloth of her net bra.
She unhooked the bra and let her ample breasts swell fully out and passed her hands over them.
Beneath the silk of her sheer panties, the dark curly hair was visible. The other hand slid down her stomach, gently gliding over the short hair. She felt a slight tingle ripple in her stomach, spreading to her crotch. It seemed as though the new freedom of living alone and in a big city, away from the watchful eyes of her parents, had led to a new excitement in her own body.
She patted herself gently between the legs, watching her hand. She wondered why men loved this spot so much. It felt so good touching it herself, it seemed odd they should have so much fun touching it.
Men were really funny. They were always talking about pussy and cunt. She remembered hearing her kid brother talking about how he liked to eal it. She guessed he meant kissing it when he said eating it. No one had ever kissed her there, and she wondered what it would feel like.
Naked, she walked into the bathroom, adjusted the shower and let the lukewarm water trickle over her.
"Um," she murmured aloud, stretching out her arms to the luscious water. "Just singin' in the rain," she sang happily.
The shower spray tickled her nipples until they began to swell and harden. She moved around under the water, tipping her body at angles, until she was wet all over.
Fran soaped her smooth, big breasts thoroughly, her hand squishing, warm and slick around the slippery marble globes. Her nipples tingled and she pinched them lightly, shivering as she did.
With an eager soapy hand, she groped down across her flat stomach, and spreading her legs slightly, she moved the soap across her hips, as though she held a vibrator in her hand.
Slowly she moved her hand lower, feeling heat spreading through her cunt. She massaged the feverish inner parts of her thighs.
"Urn," she sang out.
She did like her body, she thought. And then she thought about all those years in Texas, where she was taught not to like her body.
It was Bob who had awakened her. Beautiful, muscular Bob. She laughed out loud in delight as she thought of him. He was the best-looking, nicest guy in the whole wide world.
But boy,, she frowned, and how had she treated him? She had acted like some kind of frigid old maid. Well, she grinned and her frown disappeared, not quite.
It was almost two months ago that Bob had been drafted. She had felt very badly when he had first told her. But then he told her not to worry, he wasn't leaving for a long time.
But before she knew it, he was leaving. She was trying hard to be cheerful.
He had said, "We'll go dancing together one last time. And before you know it, we'll be dancing again." .
-She couldn't stop worrying. He was confident, but she was sure it would be years before he returned, if he ever did. She even felt a slight annoyance at how cheerful he was about going.
Bob had held her very close. And after a few drinks she had responded to the warm, elastic feel of his body. His hard thighs were pressed against hers, and she could tell that he had a hard-on. She loved the feel of the firm warmth of his prick against her.
"Let's go outside, baby," he whispered in her ear, tickling her with his tongue.
"Okay," she answered.
She wanted to be alone with him, but at the same time, she was scared. She had never told anyone, not even Bob, who was closer to her than anyone else, about the man who had raped her.
She had gone steady with Bob all through high school, and he knew her body as no one ever had, except that awful man.
In her last year of high school, she had let him unfasten her bra and admire and fondle her breasts. He was so gentle and when he touched her, his hand on her breasts gave her a feeling she had never experienced before.
Finally, she had let him remove her panties and more than once his gentle fingers had driven her wild with desire.
Still she had held back. All those "don'ts" that her mother had whispered in her bedroom, so that her brother couldn't hear....
But that last night Bob was home, they left the road house in his convertible and drove to a lovers' lane spot by the lake.
The top was down on the car, but it was still hot. Bob took his shirt off. She loved the sight of I lis broad, muscular chest in the moonlight, and she snuggled against it.
Bob's mouth found hers and she trembled against his thick, hot lips. His tongue slipped slowly into her mouth and she squirmed closer.
As his tongue slid hot and wet in and out of her mouth, his hands on her shoulder moved slowly down to her chest. He fumbled slightly as his broad fingers unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons on her blouse.
She let him remove her bra and with a deep sigh his hot palms fondled her breasts, and his fingers pinched gently, rolling her nipples, until she could feel them harden under his touch.
After a while his hand moved down under her skirt.
Fran opened her legs slightly, loving the touch of him, pressing against the crotch of her panties. The fingers slipped beneath. ilis breath came fast against her neck as his fingers rubbed lightly against the hair of her cunt and then found their way between the thigh split.
She loved the way his fingers caressed her pussy and she squirmed wildly on the car seat. At his urging, she raised up slightly and let him pull down her panties. He pushed her dress up until it was around her waist.
It was strange the way the sight of her cunt affected Bob. He just loved looking at it and touching it. Moving his hand there, parting her lips, he just kept looking at it. It was like he couldn't get enough of the sight of it.
In the bright moonlight, she watched him explore her fully. He opened the lips of her pussy and pushed his finger in. He moved his finger up and down on either side of the little mound between the lips.
How good it felt! She moved against the hard finger, getting it to the spots that felt best.
She was getting hotter and hotter!
Bending, he closed his mouth around one of her nipples and began to tongue it. He knew just what to do to drive her wild. As her excitement grew, Bob began to unbutton Ms pants.
"Don't, Bob. I'm scared."
"What are you scared about?"
"I, I can't talk about it."
He seemed very disappointed for a minute and she felt bad. But then his hand began to move again between her legs and she trembled. At least she could allow him this much.
She spread her legs as ids finger moved deep into her.
Faster and faster the finger moved and she began to hunch to meet it. A tingling filled her full of sharp thrills. Then the moving finger fastened on the little button of flesh, which made her squirm all the faster.
Then she felt her breath spilling out fast and with a fury she Collapsed against him, her juicy lower lips pressed tight against his fingers. Her body jerked and wiggled, until at last she was calm.
"Oh, Bob," she said, nuzzling against his chest.
He kissed the top of her head gently.
Below in the full moonlight, she could see his half unbuttoned jeans. Beneath the tight, white jockey shorts, she could see the bulge and length of his cock. He put his hand down and began to rub it slowly.
She moved her hand over his and took his hand away. She liked the feel of it beneath the cloth, firm and warm and big. Bob hunched slightly, moving himself against her hand.
Then suddenly he raised up and before she realized it, he had pulled his shorts and pants down, and sat quickly back down on the car seat.
She stared down at his hard prick, stretching out tall and white in the moonlight, die base covered with silky brown hairs.
It looked so clean, the color deep, rich red with a large, dark pink head all swollen and smooth. Heart-shaped was the way the head looked to her.
Bob spread his muscular, hairy thighs. His balls hung down, full and round.
She stared at her hand on her lap. Slowly, he took her hand and placed it on his hard prick. It felt so strange and good. She could feel it throbbing beneath her fingers.
"Play with it, baby," he whispered.
Fran felt her old fear coming back. It was the secret that no one knew about but herself and the man.
But then as she slowly moved her fingers on his hard, throbbing cock, her fear lessened.
He was so gentle with her. He would never hurt her. She knew that. She knew he would never force her to do anything she didn't want to do. His lips pressed against her ear.
"That feels so good, baby," he whispered.
She watched her hand moving on it and in her ear, he kept whispering. He told her how to hold it tight and work the skin back from the large pink head.
She knew from overhearing her brother that this was what the boys called jerking off. She could tell by the way they talked about it that they liked it. Now she wanted to do it for Bob.
She loved the velvet smoothness of it, the heat she felt spread through her fingers, and the urgent throbbing.
"That feels great, baby," he said.
Her hand covered only half of it. And as he urged her on, whispering in her ear, she moved faster and faster until his cock seemed to grow even bigger.
"Don't stop, baby, don't stop," he moaned. "I'm going to come."
Fran shared his excitement as Bob's thigh .muscles bulged and tightened in the moonlight. He began to moan against her as he thrust his prick further into her hot, working hand.
All of a sudden, he made a wild moan and hunched his ass off the car seat. As she watched, the white, sticky-looking fluid spurted from the swollen pink head. It kept spurting as her hand kept working.
It was like a magic fountain and she kept on until his come dripped from her hand onto his stomach.
Now, as she stood in the shower under the warm spray of water, Fran regretted that that was the only memory she had of Bob. Yet, it had been better than nothing.
Maybe someday when she was less scared, they could have a better time. When he came home on leave, when he came to see her here in her own apartment, they might....
Her hot, soapy hand played between her legs. She closed her eyes, imagining Bob was there. He was pushing her legs apart and her ankles touched each side of the tub. His hand spread her cunt lips and touched the knob of flesh gently and moved a finger up and down the crack, touching just the right spots.
Then it settled on her clit and he rotated it. He could feel her excitement and knew exactly when to increase the pressure and the movement.
"Oh, Bob, oh, Bob!" she cried out as she came, her body shaking wildly.
Breathing heavily, she raised her hot face to the shower and slowly grew calm, the water cooling her.
The buzzer blared through the apartment.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy
Grabbing a towel, Fran ran to answer the buzzer and hastily threw on a kimona. She was still dripping water when Amy knocked on the door.
Amy was a tall, brunette girl, very thin but very pretty. She wore a man-tailored, pale pink shirt and a deep pink denim miniskirt. She had the casual, free-swinging look that Fran had always admired in magazines.
After they had introduced themselves, Fran made gin and tonics. It was great being able to keep and serve liquor. It had never been allowed at home.
"Where are you from, Amy?" Fran asked. "I'm from Illinois, Eureka, Illinois." Fran looked at her admiringly. "You'd never know it," she said, shaking her head.
"I've been here a couple of years," Amy said easily. "People change."
Fran was certain that Amy was a model. She always seemed to know what to do with her hands, and the long, lean legs were just right. Even the way she smoked was perfect.
"Are you a model by any chance?" Fran asked.
"Right," Amy answered, dragging on her cigarette. "It's just beginning to pay off."
"What kind of things do you model?"
"Bathing suits, lingerie, sport clothes. I've done just about everything at one time or another."
Any smiled. Fran wondered exactly what she meant by everything, but she didn't ask her.
"Gee, I wish I could model," Fran said. "But I'm afraid I'm built wrong."
"What do you mean, built wrong?" asked Amy. "You've got a terrific build."
"But I thought you had to be, well," Fran said, pausing, searching for the right word, "you know, slender."
"There are all kinds of models, honey," Amy said. "I know a gal who weighs two hundred and fifty pounds, and believe me, she makes a fortune."
Fran had the feeling that Amy was eyeing her closely. Shy felt naked, despite the kimona, and she blushed.
"What's the matter?" Amy asked.
"Nothing," Fran answered, drawing the robe tighter across her large breasts.
"Listen, honey, if you're serious about wanting to be a model, you'd better get over die modest bit."-
"I suppose so. But you can't do it just like that. Anyway, I couldn't."
"Of course you can," Amy said. "The first thing you have to do is forget all about Texas. Are you ashamed of your body or not?"
"No, I'm not ashamed. It's just that...." Fran stopped, not knowing how to explain how she felt.
"Then prove it," Amy said smiling, leaning back. She lit another cigarette and waved it in the air in a graceful gesture of her long-fingered hand.
Still smiling, Amy said, "Let's see what's so secret under that kimona."
"But I couldn't. Not with a perfect stranger."
"Look, if we're going to be roommates, what's the difference?" Amy asked easily. "Or maybe you have something against me?"
"Oh, no!" Fran gasped. "No, I like you fine. It's just ... Maybe another drink would help."
Fran went into the kitchen and made fresh drinks. There was something about Amy's openness and the intimacy of the situation that made her feel good. She threw down a drink in a hurry and then mixed herself another. Carrying the fresh drinks, she returned to the living room.
She was startled as she walked into the room. Amy was standing there in very brief panties and a half bra. Amy smiled and passed her hands down her long, lovely body.
"See? There's nothing to be afraid of. Come on, Fran," she urged her.
"But I'm not wearing anything under this," Fran protested weakly.
"Oh, you," Amy said.
She unhooked her bra and stood with her small, well-formed breasts cupped in each hand.
"I happen to like my body," Amy said. "I like my breasts, too. I have nothing to be ashamed of."
And with that she slowly slid the panties from her hips. As Fran watched, her eyes opened wide. The silky hair between Amy's legs came into view, and then she stood with her hands on her hips, completely naked.
"Now it's your turn."
A shiver of strange-excitement passed through Fran. She didn't know why, but suddenly she wanted this beautiful, naked strange girl to see her body. She opened the kimona, exposing her big breasts. Then she let the kimona fall.
She could feel Amy's big blue eyes sweep across her swelling breasts. The eyes took in her flat stomach, the mound of luscious dark hair between her legs, and her ample thighs.
"Very nice," Amy said. "Now turn around."
Enjoying herself now, Fran turned slowly, with one hand on her hips as though she were modeling.
"Very nice indeed."
For a few seconds, the two girls stared at each other. Fran blushed under the other girl's gaze, which seemed to sweep like hands over every detail of her body.
"I think we're going to be great friends," Amy smiled. "Great friends and great roommates."
She walked toward Fran and took her by the shoulders and then gently hugged her. For an instant, Fran felt the warmth of Amy's pussy against her own.
It had been so long since Fran had been touched by another person that she shivered slightly. The lush feeling of Amy's small breasts touching her own was like electricity.
Almost instinctively, she put her warm arms around the other girl and hugged her. The warm, naked body excited her and she felt dizzy.
"I'm afraid I've had a little too much to drink," she said. "I think I'll lie down for a while. Make yourself at home. Get to know the place."
"Sure," Amy said. "You look tired. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Fran said, "there's one thing about the place that's inconvenient." She was walking toward the bedroom and she stopped in the doorway. "There's only one bed, a double."
Amy shrugged her shoulders casually.
"I don't mind, if you don't."
"No, I don't," Fran said. "See you in a while."
Confused and drowsy, she went into the bedroom and stretched out on the double bed. It had been so long since she had felt real live flesh close to hers. And she had actually wanted Amy to ... She drifted off the sleep.
When site awoke, the bedroom was almost dark. She sensed someone beside her. She felt a moment of fear and then she remembered her new roommate. She looked over. It was Amy.
In the gray light, Fran studied Amy's long, naked body.
Then she felt Amy's hand trail up her arm and across her shoulders. She watched the hand cover one breast. It felt so good.
Amy moved closer to her on the bed, and then against her side and fondled her breasts.
"Lovely," she murmured, "lovely."
Warmth spread all through Fran's body under Amy's soft, gentle touch. Amy raised her head and leaned over Fran and began to kiss her neck lightly, her tongue gently tickling Fran's neck. And Fran shivered, lying still, enjoying the sensation.
Slowly, Amy moved her mouth down Fran's neck until it tickled her full, swollen breasts. Amy's tongue found Fran's nipples and, keeping her mouth slightly above the breast, she tickled the nipple, exhaling her hot breath over it.
A shock of pleasure made Fran squirm. Her nipples began to grow firm and erect. She stretched slightly, her leg moving against the warm, silken flesh of Amy's naked body.
Now the hot, wet mouth moved down to her stomach, the tongue making small circles between the soft open lips. Amy brought her hand over and caressed the inside of Fran's thigh. She pushed lightly against her thigh, and Fran spread her legs.
Amy rolled over lightly-between Fran's legs, and inched herself down the bed, her tongue moving constantly on Fran's smooth, flat stomach.
The hot tongue moved over to Fran's hip and then down her thigh.
Fran's body was aflame now and it felt wet and juicy between her legs. Amy's mouth and tongue moved greedily toward her tingling cunt lips. Fran almost cried out when the hot, luscious mouth kissed her hot pussy and the tongue began to lick all around it.
She spread her legs wide, excited and tingling, wanting more. Gently, Amy opened her thighs wider and caressed her juicy, tight slit. Fran felt her fingers opening the lips and pressing them tight against her sides. The hot mouth closed over her clit and began to suck.
Fran moaned as the hot tongue licked her, deeper and deeper. Amy's hands moved under her, cupping her smooth, firm, round buttocks, urging her cunt upward to the mouth.
Fran's hands played with Amy's hair. She was losing control and fought the desire to yank Amy's head against her throbbing pussy.
Fran raised her buttocks," and thrust her tingling pussy against the hot wet mouth that was filling her with incredible desire. Passion that she had never felt before was filling her whole body.
The sucking sounds added to her excitement. The head between her legs was still, but the mouth was sucking furiously on her clit. Fran writhed and thrust in passion.
"Oh," she cried out, "more, more!" Her body was on fire and she throbbed all over, pulling at Amy's hair.
The pleasure mounted, wave on wave. Fran felt herself being transported to some wild, unknown place. She hunched her throbbing, searing cunt and her ass toward the hungry mouth, and her hands gripped Amy's head tightly.
She was almost afraid she might faint.
Moaning, she raised up, wiggling and thrusting. Then she cried out as the waves broke, flooding, churning, and tumbling around her.
She was first flooded then drained as the hot mouth licked her seeping juices. Her ass fell back on the bed and her eyes closed. She slept.
CHAPTER THREE
Neighbors
The room was dark when Fran awoke. She stretched luxuriously. She felt great and her body was relaxed.
As she stretched, one hand brushed against Amy's nude body. The other girl was asleep.
Slipping from the bed, Fran went into the living room and found a cigarette. She thought about what had happened. She wondered if it was wrong. She had heard names for girls who enjoyed themselves that way.
But, she thought to herself, it had felt so good. And she was on her own now. She had left behind that girl who let people tell her all the time what was right and what was wrong. The new Fran would decide for herself.
Dragging on her cigarette, she stretched out on the couch. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed herself, and obviously Amy had, too. No one was hurt and no one was forced. And besides, both she and Amy were of age. They were old enough, both of them, to do whatever they felt like doing.
She walked back to the bedroom, slowly puffing on her cigarette. For a minute or two, she stood at the opened window, smoking in the darkness.
Directly across from where she stood, a light suddenly came on. As she watched, a tall, young man in dungarees and a tee shirt came into view.
He was well-built, with long black hair and a nicely trimmed beard, slightly different in color than his hair. It was more auburn, she decided. It was funny how so many men had a different shade in their facial hair. You would expect them to be the same color, she mused.
Fran had picked out the neighborhood for its free-swinging, "hip" atmosphere. The young man, who seemed so near, was definitely a real hippie, she decided. And then she giggled. He was a real hippie, and she was staring right into his bedroom.
She watched with more than casual interest as he pulled off his tee shirt. He had a nice full chest and a very lean stomach with rippling muscles. Fran stared as he unbuttoned his dungarees and slid them down his slim hips.
He stood in the middle of the room in a tight fitting pair of jockey shorts. When he moved, the mounds of his taut, firm ass showed up plainly. Fran liked his long, lithe physique. In a way, his body reminded her a little of Bob. But then she thought that it was probably because she hadn't looked at a man half-naked in a while.
Her eyes scanned the muscular hairy legs. The hair was black and the tiny little curls gleamed in the light. The hair stopped at the knee joint and then appeared again above it.
Her focus was drawn to the bulge of his sex. He rubbed his hand on it, through the white material of his shorts. It looked as if it might be big, the way it bulged out, and it was sexy watching him rub it.
She grinned to herself. If she had been worrying about losing her interest in men back in the living room, she could forget it now. Watching him rub his prick through the cloth had caused a warm glow to begin in her own crotch.
She was all eyes as her young neighbor stretched out on the bed. He was looking at a magazine, and she could see a picture of a naked girl on the cover.
One hand held the magazine up at the fold and the other hand was between his legs, moving slowly over the bulge as he studied the pictures. The bulge under the cloth grew larger until the cloth stretched taut. Fran thought it might burst right through the material.
To her relief, he finally hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled the shorts down. Her mouth was half open as she watched in excitement. Her eyes glowed.
She stared at his outspread legs. His prick was enormous and stood straight up in the air. In his hand it was growing longer and longer. Beneath it, she could see a large pair of balls.
Fran had seen very few naked men in her life. She had peeked at her twenty-two year old cousin a few times. She had never seen her father naked.
It was from eavesdropping on her brother and his high school friends when they gathered in his bedroom at home after school that she had learned the names men used to refer to their sex.
Other than Bob, her only other exposure to raw male sex was with the man who had raped her. She shuddered remembering him. It was her carefully guarded secret.
She watched her neighbor in fascination and laughed silently to herself. Once she had thought she was frigid. She sure found out that she wasn't!
Watching the stranger play with himself, she thought again of Bob. She remembered well the felt of his hot, velvet-smooth white prick in her hand.
And as she watched, she slipped her own hand down between her legs and cupped it over her cunt. In seconds it was hot and wet and she probed her fingers into the clit.
The boy's muscles showed in his chest and stomach and legs as he played with his big prick. He spread his long legs wider as he grasped himself strongly, his fingers covering about half of his throbbing cock.
She was really getting a big kick out of watching this good-looking stranger hotly jerking himself off. Her finger probed deep within her as she drank in the sight of his naked crotch, his firm, wiggling ass, the big balls which bobbed up and down with his rapid stroking on his joint, and the long, hard prick itself.
She raised her other hand and squeezed one breast. Both nipples jutted out erect. She was moving her finger on her clit almost in time to the boy's rhythm. She could see him tensing and she felt herself becoming more excited.
His body was rigid on the bed and his knuckles were white as he squeezed his cock. It spurted a white stream into the air that spread across his stomach.
Excited and frustrated now, Fran turned to the bed. She studied Amy's long, naked body on the white sheet. She longed to feel a warm, exciting body against her own.
Throwing her inhibitions to the winds, she ran to the bed and stretched out beside Amy. Lightly, she began to stroke the small peaked breasts. The flesh was good, firm, and smooth under her hand.
Her cunt throbbed and she spread her legs against the cool sheet to ease the heat pouring from her.
Beneath her light, stroking touch, Amy stirred and spread her legs. Fran's hand moved down across Amy's thin body and flat stomach.
Her fingers probed gently through the silky hair to find the lips of Amy's pussy. Gently she pushed her own wet cunt up against Amy's thigh.
As her hand probed this strange, hairy flesh, she was fascinated. The hair felt softer than her own and the lips were not as full. But the clit between seemed larger than her own. She knew there were different-sized pricks, but she had always thought that women were all the same except for the hair coloring.
As she probed this new, excitingly different cunt, she remembered her brother and his friends whispering in the bedroom about different cunts they had had and what a thrill it was to eat one.
The memory of Amy's tongue probing her own cunt flashed through her mind and added to her excitement. Leaning down, she kissed Amy's breast, and let her tongue slide around the small nipple, which soon stiffened and hardened in her mouth.
She sucked at it, first lightly, then harder, and as she sucked she moved her tongue around and around on it. Then she went to the other breast and soon had it erect, too.
Slowly she slid down to the foot of the bed. Amy was still asleep, or at least she seemed to be. Lightly she parted Amy's legs. They moved easily. She wanted to look at this pussy that felt in her hand so different from her own.
She spread Amy's thighs, studying the outlines of her firm cheeks and the hairy lips of her wet cunt.
Gently she opened the slit. Amy stirred, opening her legs wider. Fran bent down. She wanted to try it. She wanted to kiss this strange girl's warm pussy, to feel it against her face. As she came closer, she breathed deeply, smelling a heavy, sexy perfume.
Bringing her mouth up close, the cunt hair tickled her lips. First she kissed it with her mouth closed, pursing her lips, but then quickly opened her mouth and slowly explored it with her tongue. Then she licked and Amy began to moan softly.
She could feel the girl's excitement beneath her mouth. She licked faster and deeper until it seemed that her lips were inside the hot pussy. With her tongue she found the magic spot that she knew would drive Amy wild. She tongued it fast and hard and then sucked it between her own tightly pursed lips.
Amy cried out. She began moving, and Fran was afraid that she was moving away. But she was only maneuvering herself so that her face was near Fran's own hot cunt.
Fran began to suck the clit again and moaned with pleasure as she felt Amy's hot tongue enter her.
Fran was lost in Amy's flesh, lost to it. Everything was drowned out except their cries and maons of pleasure as they grew closer to each other, closer and closer, tongues and lips moving furiously, closer until both shuddered, thrusting hard against each other.
In harmony they cried out and fell apart.
Breathing heavily and then more softly, Fran drifted off to sleep, full of a mixed up vision of Amy's body and Amy's cunt and the handsome boy next door and his long hard prick. She sighed dreamily. The city was such a great place to live. She was glad she wasn't just visiting.
CHAPTER FOUR
A Job
Amy moved her personal belongings into the apartment early the next morning. And by eight-thirty, she was chicly dressed and ready to leave for her modeling job.
Fran watched her preparations enviously.
"Amy," she asked, "were you serious about my modeling chances yesterday?"
"Of course I was," Amy answered, "but it will take a little time for me to line something up. Do you have any money?"
"I have a little. I thought I would look for a job today.
"Okay," Amy said. "But don't just take any old thing. With the figure you have, you're going to make a fortune. I'll see what I can do today to start you off. But in the meantime, if you need money, don't take some crappy job. I'll help tide you over."
"Okay," Fran nodded her head.
She thought it was kind of odd that Amy acted as though nothing had happened between them. Amy had said nothing about it at all. Amy, Fran thought, that was the way people were in a big city.
That must be it, she decided. And maybe swingers took things as they came. Fran decided that it was probably going to take her a while to get rid of her small town Puritan conscience.
For the next few days, Fran made the rounds, looking for a job. She filled out lots of annoying applications in employment agencies. She began to think that she could fill one out with her eyes closed.
But filling them out wasn't the real problem. It was the interviews that got her down. She had to admit that she didn't have any particular talents, discounting her looks and figure, of course.
Back home, she had done clerical work for a while in an office. It was mostly filing, and pretty dull. But worse, the pay was awful. The few offers she had gotten so far in the city were for the same kind of work and nearly the same pay. She had heard that salaries were a lot higher for everything in the city, and it depressed her to find out that they really weren't.
She didn't take any of the offers. She decided to just try and stick it out and hope that Amy would come up with some kind of modeling job for her.
Then she finally ran out of money. She was flat broke. Nervously, she asked Amy for a small loan. Her roommate smiled and handed her two twenties and a ten.
"Gee, that's a lot of money," Fran said.
"Don't worry about it," Amy said. "I'll have you fixed up in no time at all."
Fran wondered about Amy. One thing that had occurred to her several times was why a good-looking model like Amy would want to live in a pad like hers. She was sure that Amy could afford to live on the East Side in one of the high story, rich building with doormen.
And Fran wondered about her own relationship with Amy. Twice since the first night when she had met Amy for the first time, they had made love. But strangely enough, it seemed each time like it was accidental.
They both slept nude and during the night they had just brushed against each other. And then what followed in the dark seemed completely natural, and as natural as it was enjoyable. She and Amy had a good deal in common, Fran decided. They both needed sex.
But she had to admit that she didn't want a steady diet of just Amy. That which she really longed for was a man. She daydreamed all the time about Bob, but he was far away. She hadn't even heard from him in weeks, even though she was writing a lot to him.
Soon she discovered that she wasn't alone. Amy had other interests, too.
One evening, Amy came home from work with a good-looking guy, tall and blonde with curly hair. She introduced him to Fran as Marc.
Fran thought he looked very sophisticated, yet clean-cut looking. His clothes were tailored and expensive. She was very impressed with him and thought he was one of the most attractive men she had ever met.
She was a little disappointed when Amy maneuvered him right into the bedroom in no time at all.
Fran listened for a while to the low sound of their voices. She couldn't make out the words. Finally, it grew quiet behind the closed door, except for occasional giggles.
She thought about going out for a walk, but she was just too curious about what was going on in the bedroom. As in the old days of spying on her cousin, her curiosity got the best of her.
She went to the door and knelt, her eye against the keyhole. What she saw made her eyes grow wide.
Marc, naked except for brief shorts, was kneeling on the floor with Amy's legs over his shoulders as she lay back on the bed with her arms flung wide. His face was pressed firmly against her cunt and from the way his head moved, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Amy flung her head from side to side as his mouth and tongue explored her. His hands moved up and stroked and squeezed her small, conical breasts.
As Fran watched through the keyhole, she saw Amy's excitement grow until she couldn't hold still Crying out, the girl thrust herself against Marc's face and held him captive there a her body trembled and jerked.
"Mm, I love your cunt," he said.
After a few seconds, Marc raised up. He seemed even bigger standing in the brief, sheer shorts. Fran had never seen pants like that on a man. She was fascinated.
The muscular mounds of his ass pushed hard against the thin, sheer material and when he turned sideways, she could see the big bulge in front. He was looking down at Amy who lay still, stretched out on the bed. He rubbed the swollen crotch of his shorts.
"I've got something for you, baby," he said.
"What do you have for me?" Amy asked, smiling and leaning up on her elbows, looking at him.
"I have a big, juicy cock," he said. "You're bragging," she said, sitting up on the bed.
"Am I?" Marc was grinning and he stepped closer to Amy. "Are you sure about that?"
Amy put her hands on his hips and began to nuzzle the bulge in his shorts. She put her lips against the outline of his prick. He rolled his hips and hunched his crotch toward her face.
"You really dig it, don't you, baby?" he asked.
"Mm, how did you guess?" She seized the elastic on each of his hips and pulled his shorts down. His big, hard cock sprang free and stuck out as she stopped and pulled the shorts all the way down.
Marc stepped out of them, kicked them aside, and then moved toward her again, his hard cock inches from her face.
"Suck it, baby," he said, his voice tense. Fran was excited and astonished at the same time. A little chill of horror ran down her back. She had never heard people talk like that, or use words like that to each other. Of course, the boys in her brother's bedroom had, but she had thought that that was all right because they were all boys talking together. It had never occurred to her that they might have used words like that to a girl. Bob had certainly never said anything like that to her.
But she was even more unprepared for what happen next.
Amy reached out and took hold of Marc's stiff cock and slid the skin back from the big head. Then she began to lick the tip of it until it was all shiny and glistening.
Her tongue licked all the way down the length of his cock right to the balls. Tipping her head, she began to lick and kiss his dangling balls, still holding the prick in her hand.
Fran could hear the sucking sounds of her mouth and it was more than she could stand. The heat was rapidly spreading through her thighs, and she eased one finger under her pants.
Marc was a well-built, muscular man, and although she hadn't seen many pricks in her life, his was by far the biggest, hardest one that she had ever seen.
Watching Amy lick the big cock and play with his balls excited and scared her at the same time. She wanted to do it herself, and yet wasn't sure she would, if she could.
Marc was speaking to her in a low voice, and Fran could hear him.
"Take it in that hot mouth of yours," he whispered.
Amy raised her head and took a firm hold of his cock. She shoved the large swollen head into her mouth and began to noisily suck on it.
Marc groaned a little and spread his legs wider as though for support and pushed his prick further into her mouth. It was so big, Fran couldn't understand how Amy could do it.
And as she watched, more and more of his cock disappeared inside Amy's mouth until more than half of it was trapped.
Amy had her eyes closed and her cheeks were drawn tight around his cock. Her hands then moved around and fastened on Marc's smooth ass. Moving his body, he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, pulling back almost to the tip and then shoving all the way inside again, while Amy kept, her mouth fastened around it.
"Oh, that's great, baby. Suck it all. All the way, baby, all the way," Marc was whispering. "Make roe come."
Fran was rapidly fingering herself now, not missing any of the action behind the closed door. As she watched the big slick cock slide in and out of Amy's mouth, she watched her roommate play with Marc's ass, one finger sliding into the crevice.
Marc spread his legs even wider and Amy's finger seemed to slip right inside his asshole. He quivered and hunched more. Now all his big prick seemed to be in her mouth and she sucked it as though she loved it and couldn't get enough of it inside her mouth.
He moved his hands through her hair and finally gripped her head and held it tightly. His knuckles were white.
"Um, that's it, that's it."
He moved his hips faster and faster as Amy's greedy mouth sucked up and down the length of his long, hard cock. At the same time, her finger moved deep between the cheeks of his full round ass.
Outside the door, breathing heavily, Fran fingered herself faster and faster, feeling her cunt getting all wet and slick. She could tell that Marc was just about ready to come by the way the muscles in his legs and back stiffened.
Now he had his hands on each side of Amy's head and was pressing hard, moving rapidly in and out of her mouth.
Fran almost felt the pressure of his hands against her own head and her lips were pursed as though it was she who sucked his cock and not Amy inside the bedroom.
Marc hunched, moaning, and at that moment, it seemed as if all of his long, wet prick had disappeared into her busy, sucking mouth. His body began to jerk and shudder and he pulled half of his cock out of her mouth and then shoved it all the way inside again.
"Oh, baby," he cried out.
Amy's mouth continued to work on him, but slower now as he began to relax. Finally, he pulled his prick out of her mouth. It was all wet, almost shiny, and very slowly the stiffness disappeared. It began to hang down over his big, full balls.
"You're great," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself," Amy said.
A small drop of juice appeared on the tip and Amy leaned over quickly and licked it off.
"Urn," she said, "good to the last drop."
Fran had seen enough to last for a while. She hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After a second through, she turned off the hot water and stepped into the tub.
The water was almost icy, but it was what she needed. She soaped herself, and even in the cold water, she was tempted to finish what she had started looking through the keyhole. She moved her hand quickly away from her cunt.
She had a feeling that she was going to have to start showing a little discipline, or she might spend half her time fingerfucking herself.
Dy the time she was dressed again, Amy knocked on the bathroom door. Fran felt calmer.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure. I'm all finished."
Amy came in stark naked and gave her a steady look. Fran felt her face flush and she wondered if Amy knew she had been watching. But then she tossed her hair back defiantly. She hadn't made it, had she? So what if she had peeked?
Amy turned on the shower.
"Have fun," Fran said gaily, proud of herself.
"Don't worry," Amy said with a laugh, "I did and I will. Look, sugar, how about making us all a drink. I need a little refreshment."
I'll bet you do, Fran thought. I'll just bet you do.
And then she was ashamed of her own cattiness. She had to admit that she was a little jealous of Marc.
"Of course," she answered, and left the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
Keyhole Peeping
Fran headed for the kitchen to make the drinks. On the way she passed the bedroom.
The door was open a little and she could see Marc sprawled out on the bed. He was still naked and his prick was limp.
She looked at his body. He had a nice build. Althrough his prick was limp, it was so big that it flopped on his leg.
In the kitchen she made drinks for the three of them. She found herself thinking about what Amy had done to Marc. She wondered if she would ever do that herself. The more she thought about it, the more uncertain she was. But then she decided she really would like to try it.
She didn't hear him come in and she almost spilled the drinks when she looked up.
Marc was standing in the doorway completely naked.
"Hi," he said.
She blushed, turning away from him, from the spectacle of that long cock dangling between his muscular legs. She turned because she knew she wouldn't be able to keep from looking down at it and she was embarrassed.
"You're cute," she said. "And you're bare-assed," she retorted. "Why don't you join me?" She blushed again. The truth was she would have liked to. Hut she sure wasn't going to tell him that. And besides, she decided, she really didn't like the way he stood there naked and stared at her so brazenly.
"You're not afraid of this, are you?" Me reached down and fondled his prick, sliding the skin back. Fran couldn't keep from staring as his long prick began to swell.
"Excuse me," Fran said and grabbed the drinks, rushing past him.
Dripping water, Amy stuck her head out of the bathroom. In the doorway Marc was laughing at Fran's flight.
"Hey, Marc," she shouted, "you just leave my roommate alone. You're scaring her."
"Okay," he shouted back. "I'll join you." Marc walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Fran tried to concentrated on her drink but her mind was on what was happening in the small intimate room. She told herself sharply to stop the nonsense, but her ears were straining to hear what was going on.
Soon, she couldn't stand it any longer. Her discipline forgotten, she tiptoed across the room and knelt in front of the bathroom door.
She peered through the keyhole, but the room was so small that all she could make out was the lower half of Amy's body. Marc was standing behind her, his half-hard prick rubbing against the cheeks of her ass.
She couldn't see his hands but they were up and she imagined them massaging Amy's small, erect nipples. Then one hand came down and began rubbing between her legs. His cock was hard now, thrusting against Amy's buttocks.
"Lean over, baby," he said.
Amy leaned over, her hands propped on the sink. Her firm ass stuck out prominently. Reaching down, Marc massaged the insides of her thighs and spread them apart.
Grabbing his erect long cock, he maneuvered it between her legs so that he could enter her cunt from behind. Fran was trembling and her frustrated cunt was soaking wet again. Her hand automatically went down between her legs, the lecture on self-discipline forgotten.
Amy leaned even further down, thrusting her buttocks up and her pussy out, waiting for his hard cock to enter.
Marc placed the head of it against her opening. He rubbed it there slowly and Amy began to wiggle. Then her cunt closed over the tip and slowly it disappeared inside her.
Fran was panting. She had never seen anyone fuck before, and both of them certainly seemed to know what they were doing. Marc put his hands on Amy's hips and Fran couldn't see his cock any longer. It was all the way up inside her.
Then he began to move it in and out of her. Amy was working her ass and her cunt around his hard cock and he moved it slowly in and out. Then he began to move faster and faster. It would disappear all the way with his balls touching her ass.
At first, it seemed to Fran that he might be hurting her, but from the way Amy was moaning and carrying on, that was clearly not the case.
"Fuck me, baby," she cried, "fuck me! Fuck me good. Make me come."
Outside the door, on her knees with her finger in her crotch, Fran felt a little dizzy. Even the insides of her thighs were wet from the tenseness of her frustrated pussy. She knew that if something didn't happen soon, she would explode.
She kept her eyes fastened on the big hard prick disappearing in and then appearing again outside of Amy's slick cunt until both of them seemed beside themselves. Fran's fingers moved faster in her cunt.
Marc shoved it all the way into Amy and he jerked convulsively against her as he shot off inside her.
Amy's ass went wild, wiggling around his spurting prick until both were spent.
Outside the door Fran panted. She had come off with them. It wasn't satisfactory. It had been a small spasm, but it was better than nothing. When she stood, her frustration hit her nerves and she was shaking.
Inside the bathroom she heard them showering together. She went back into the living room and sat down, trying to ignore the itching in her pussy. She focused on her drink.
After ten minutes or so they joined her.
They made small talk and Fran was aware that Marc was giving her the eye. Whenever she looked at him he would rub himself between his legs. Even in his pants, the bulge of his big prick showed.
"We're going to a movie," Amy said. "Do you want to come along? It would do you good to get out."
"No, I . don't think so," Fran said nervously, shirting her legs to control the annoying itch. "Thanks anyway."
"Nice to meet you, Fran," Marc said, as they were leaving. "Maybe we'll get to know each other," He gave her a long look as he spoke.
"Maybe," Fran said coldly.
"Don't mind him," Amy said, catching Fran's cold tone, "he's always like that. He's a regular tomcat."
After they were gone, Fran considered stripping down and entertaining herself as best she could. Her crotch' was growing more and more irritable and so was she. But she was getting tired of that.
Going into the bedroom, she snuggled into a new, tight miniskirt and a low-cut blouse. She slipped into sneakers and then stopped to survey the messy bedroom. Then she paused to look at the rumpled bed. She envied her roommate.
She sniffed the air. The room smelled of--
She hurried from the room, but then stopped. She went back in and over to the window. There was no sign of the good looking, dark-haired body she had seen the other night. There was no sign of life in the apartment at all.
Oh, well, she thought, maybe some other time. She hoped that maybe someday they would meet.
She giggled as she imagined herself telling him he ought to close his blinds when he jerked himself off.
The cool air outside made her feel better immediately and she walked toward her favorite restaurant.
She wondered why Amy had not offered to introduce her to some nice looking guy. She probably knew lots of them. And Marc, even though he annoyed her, was still a good catch.
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got with her roommate. Then suddenly she remembered what she had told her roommate.
"I'm afraid of men," she had said. "Honest?" Amy had answered, looking surprised.
"Welt I like them, and I'm interested in them, but I'm afraid of getting, well ... "
"Pregant?"
"Well, I suppose. But I'm actually afraid of being, you know,...."
"Fucked?"
"Yes," she had mumbled.
Fran was not used to words like that and she had blushed. It wasn't that she was offended. She rather liked the words, liked the sound of them, and dreamed of using them with someone she really cared for.
"Listen, honey," Amy had told her, "you've got to get with it. You need to learn to dig all sorts of things."
Thinking about that night annoyed Fran. Amy .had said that to her, yet she had never offered to introduce her to anyone. It was strange and it was annoying.
Amy did tell her about the pill, and she had started taking them, although she was not quite sure why. Sometimes she thought it was a just-in-case thing and a smart thing to do. And at other times, when she was really feeling blue, she knew it was because it made her feel sophisticated. She liked going into the drugstore to pick up the prescription.
It seemed at times, too, that Amy really wanted her to stay in her semi-virginal state. It was as though maybe Amy wanted her all to herself.
She had dinner at a small Mexican restaurant that she particularly liked. The place was filled with laughing couples, and even the older ones made her feel more than a little alone. Everyone is in love, except me, she thought.
The waiter who brought her martini was cute. She liked the well-fitting white shirt and the dark, tight-fitting pants. Fie had a beautiful olive complexion, and dark eyes. He was one of the handsomest, sexiest men that she had seen so far in the city.
Fran sipped her martini. At least she could enjoy the new freedom of going out and having a good drink with a good meal. Back home in Corpus Christi, you couldn't even buy a drink at a public restaurant. In fact, she thought, you never saw a woman alone in a public restaurant.
When the waiter brought the chicken mole, Fran could have sworn that his fingers touched her neck as he placed the dish before her. She decided that her frustrations were getting the best of her. She ate the meal with relish, and then she ordered a drink.
This time, as the waiter brought the check, there was no mistake about it. She hand't been imagining things. As he put the check before her, he leaned close and his warm leg pressed against her thigh. She cursed her timidity, but only smiled faintly Up at him and paid the check.
She did not forget the dark handsome waiter on the way home. In fact, she couldn't get him out of her mind. But as she neared the small apartment house where she lived, something else attracted her attention.
On the stoop of the house next to hers, the dark-haired boy sat strumming a guitar.
CHAPTER SIX
The Hippy
When Fran saw him, she felt her heart leap into her mouth. Her body stiffened. A chill ran down her spine.
He looked up as she approached and smiled. Instantly, she liked his face. It was very sensitive, she thought, with big eyes and a full, pink mouth. Why, he must be younger than I am, she exclaimed to herself.
There was something else about him. He looked a little like Bob. He had the same kind of clean-cut, ail-American boy look, even with the guitar and sandals, and the big, bushy his beard.
Up close, he didn't look like a hippy at all. In fact, he looked out of place sitting on the stoop in that neighborhood. She could imagine him on a rolling green campus somewhere.
Something about his open smile dissolved her usual timidity. It dissolved the timidity that had seeped through her back at the restaurant when the waiter had touched her.
She approached him and watched his long-fingered hands pluck at the strings of his guitar. This was the same handsome guy she had seen stark naked the other night, jerking himself off.
"You play very well," she said. "Thanks," he said, "I've got lots of talents."
The reply was fresh, but not unfriendly. And not, she thought, a trifle uneasy, unsuggestive. He stared at her with warm, open blue eyes. He was as sexy as hell, Fran thought. "Like what?" she asked brazenly. "Are you really interested?" he asked. "Sure," she replied flippantly. "Why don't you invite me up for a drink?"
"I don't even know you."
"The name's Frank. Frank Johnson, aged nineteen. I'm hot off the boat from Denver, Colorado.
"You're kidding."
"Nope. How about that drink?"
"Okay."
She could feel his intense blue eyes on her ass as he followed her up the stairs and into her apartment.
After the first drink, they seemed to be old friends. He seemed so young in many ways, except the way he kept looking her up and down. After the second drink she put on records and they began to dance.
He told her a lot about rock and roll. It was sexy, she thought. She loved watching him move, the lithe body contours visible under the tee shirt and the tight filling dungarees.
Fran went out to get more ice and when she came back into the living room most of the lights were out. Frank was sprawled out on the sofa. As she walked toward him, she eyed briefly the bulge between his legs.
She stood in front of him and he looked her up and down, then took her arm and pulled her down beside him. When she felt his mouth against hers she relaxed. It had been so long. She even liked his beard. It tickled a little.
"You're sexy as hell," he said.
She bit her tongue. She was just about to say so are you, and thought better of it.
His lips touched her neck as his hand slid over her breasts. It was like being back with Bob, except that Fran seemed to be a little more assured of herself.
Frank whispered how much he liked her breasts and coaxed her out of her blouse.
Quickly, he unfastened her bra and admired her large breasts, fondling them with assured hands. It had been a long time since she had felt a man's touch. Even though it was gentle, it was still rougher than a woman's.
"Let's get more comfortable," he said, slipping quickly out of his tee shirt.
He leaned close to her, removing the bra, pulling the straps over her arms. Fran loved the feel of his firm chest against hers and the way his hands slid over her breasts. For a kid of nineteen, she thought, he certainly knew what he was doing. She was glad that he did.
"Let's dance," he said, pulling her up.
"Like this?" She looked down at her naked breasts and felt herself blush.
"Sure. It's groovy."
He started the machine and pulled her close, her soft warm nipples firm against his hard chest. As they danced, he moved the middle part of his body closer, firmer, until she could tell that he was getting a hard-on. She pushed back against him.
Taking his hands from her shoulders, he moved them over her back and cupped them around her buttocks.
"Urn," he said against her neck, "you have a marvelous ass."
He pushed his swelling crotch against her own and she trembled in response. She had never danced this way before and her feet moved with the music easily and followed the easy sway of his strong body, but her mind was far from the music.
She was wiggling closer against him, trying to get the bulge of his hard prick between her thighs.
Before she knew it, he had unfastened her skirt and was sliding it down over her hips. She started to pull away and lost step to the musk.
Her skirt was around her ankles and he had a firm grasp on her ass. He said nothing, but stood there moving with the musk until she did, too. Then he took a step and she followed him, stepping over her skirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor.
He bent over, still moving in time to the music, to retrieve her skirt. For an instant, he stayed below, and she could feel his eyes glued to the visible V of hair between her legs. He licked his lips quickly.
"Keep dancing, baby. You're great."
Fran kept moving dreamily to the music. He had certainly cast a spell over her. A few feet away, he moved rhythmically and she watched him unbutton his jeans, still swaying to the music herself.
As though he were doing a strip or maybe just teasing her a little, he unbuttoned each button slowly until the full pouch of his jockey shorts was visible. Then suddenly in double time he skinned out of his pants and then danced slowly toward her.
In the dim light of the room, the muscles of his near-naked body rippled as he swayed toward her.
Fran thrust out her swelling, firm tits to meet his warm slightly hairy chest. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was sure he could see it moving, bumping her breasts up and down.
Still dancing, she looked down quickly and was relieved to see that nothing showed. She wet her hot, dry lips.
As he moved in close she could feel the hot, hard urgency of his prick as it thrust against her crotch as though to get through the thin silk of her panties.
"You know something?" he asked hoarsely. "You're the greatest thing I've met since I've been here."
"You're kidding," she said, responding to the rhythmic thrust of his warm, throbbing prick.
"Honest. If you'll pardon the expression, I've been as horny as well. But you're the greatest."
She wanted to tell him how horny she had been, but she thought better of it. He was so sweet and boyish, she was beginning to feel sophisticated. She forgot all about the lonely earlier evening, spying on Marc and Amy and the restaurant full of happy people. She was happy right now.
Suddenly his hands gripped the cheeks of her ass. His breath came fast. She could feel almost the entire length of his cock throbbing and pressing against her.
Fran held him tight, loving his hard body and not fully understanding what was happening. Then she felt the shudders pass through his body and spasms in his hot crotch beating wildly against her. He was gasping in her arms and she held tightly on to him, startled.
Seconds later, she felt something damp and warm against her sheer nylon panites.
"I told you so," he said, pulling back and blushing, dropping his hands from her ass.
Fran looked down at his well filled out shorts. A large wet stain was visible on the tight white cloth. He had come off inside his shorts.
She burst out laughing. It was laughter of relief. Somehow she had thought something terrible had happened the way he had shaken and the urgency of his movement. .
"Where's the bathroom?" he asked, his voice sharp and angry sounding.
"I'm sorry," she gasped, trying to stop laughing. "I wasn't laughing at you. The way you spoke, I thought something was wrong."
He looked at her and seeing her helplessness, began to grin himself. Soon they were both laughing and he hugged her tight against him. She responded.
He pulled back.
"Where's the bathroom, honey?" he asked, his voice sweet and warm.
"Through that door," she said, gesturing.
"Is there a towel I can wrap around me? I feel pretty silly this way."
"Sure," she said gaily, "help yourself." Fran sat down on the sofa. She hoped that his premature excitement didn't mean the evening was over. But he returned in a few minutes, a towel wrapped snugly around his narrow hips and walked toward her with the same glint in his eye.
He knelt before her.
"I meant what I said about you. It takes something really great to make me go off like that," he said. "I really dig you. You're the greatest thing I've met since I've been here."
"I'm glad."
"Do you like being worshipped?"
"I'm not used to it."
"Lean back and enjoy it." He kissed her knees and then spread them apart slowly. Fran watched the handsome face as it kissed its way up her thighs. Her body felt full of hot, rushing water. She was aflame as he pressed his hot mouth against the crotch of her panties. She could feel the heat penetrating through the thin nylon.
Raising his head, his young face seemed full and flushed with an excitement which Fran herself felt. He reached up and stroked her breasts.
"You look good enough to eat," he said, his voice strained and hoarse sounding.
Fran didn't answer him. She didn't dare.
She smiled at him. She didn't dare tell him how much she wanted at that minute to feel his hot tongue on her cunt.
Frank reached for the parity elastic and tugged her panties down over her hips. She raised her buttocks up to aid him in pulling them off. The cool air on her hot, wet cunt was sharp and delicious. She hadn't realized how hot die pants had been until her cunt was released.
As he slid her panties down her bare thighs, his fingers thrilled and teased her, moving so lightly over her skin. He sent goose pimples up her arms.
Now she was naked. Frank sat down on the floor before her and stared between her partly opened legs. His face flushed and his eyes were hot. She trembled, watching him studying her.
His hot hands moved up against her thighs, gently forcing them wider apart. Fran could hardly believe that this was happening to her.
Frank's mouth touched the sensitive skin inside her right thigh and worked its way up. Closer and closer he came to her pussy which was hot and now full of a bubbling juice that begged for release.
She eased her legs open wider. Now he was inches from her crotch. Deftly he opened the moist lips and licked his own. His fingers probed the tender lips of her cunt. Fran found herself automatically inching closer to him.
"Wow," he said, "what a gorgeous bird."
He began to kiss it and Fran leaned back, pushing it closer to him. His hot wet tongue licked the feverish lips of her pussy and he kissed through the bush of dark hair. His mouth fastened against the hot lips and he began to suck and lick at the same time.
"Oh," Fran moaned, unable to contain herself and thrusting her cunt closer to him, although she couldn't possibly have gotten any closer.
It was one thing to be tongued by another girl. It was good and she had enjoyed it. But to have a good-looking boy doing it-wow! The way he was lapping away made Fran wiggle her ass and raise her hot pussy toward his slurping mouth. Even the sounds he made were exciting.
Quickly he hoisted her legs up over his broad, lean shoulder. He seemed suddenly to be so much closer now, his tongue and lips driving her wild, making her squirm and writhe, and shake and tighten the crack of her ass to push her cunt out even further.
Thrills rippled through her.
She put her hands on the back of his moving head, forcing him up and down on her gaping cunt. Soft bolts of ecstasy pierced her as his tongue licked deep inside her juicy cunt. He nibbled and sucked, and tongued again.
He moved back up to her clitoris and she cried out.
She felt the tide beginning inside her, rising up and ready to flood. Frank seemed to know it, to sense it, and his lips and tongue sucked harder and deeper, draining her.
She kept crying out in short, breathless outbursts, as the tidal wave burst out over her, drawing her, churning and rumbling through her, touching every nerve and pouring out of every pore in her body.
At last the wave washed back to sea and she fell back, letting one leg fall off his shoulder.
"You dig it, baby?"
"Yes," she said weakly. Her body was drained and tired and she wanted to close her eyes and sleep. To luxuriate in this wonderful feeling of sheer relief that swept over her and washed away the tense nerves and cranky mind, was what she wanted to do. Her eyes closed.
Frank stood up before her, tall and rippling. He was hot with desire.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him and then down.
The towel he had wrapped around him stood out from his handsome body. He rubbed his stiff cock beneath the heavy, thick terrycloth. Leaning toward her, his knees rested against her upper thighs.
"You see what you do to me, baby?"
"It's back," she said softly. He smiled tenderly.
"It's back, really back. I want to introduce you. I think you'll like each other."
She didn't reply and looked down at the erect rod swathed in terrycloth before her.
Frank put his hands on her hips, easing her down and toward him. He maneuvered himself closer to her, down toward the supreme spot between her legs.
Through the opening in the towel, Fran saw his long, hard cock sticking out of its nest of lush black hair, above his big, full, hairy balls.
She felt herself tense.
He rubbed her thighs gently, placing his hands under them and raising her buttocks up off the couch.
In seconds he could easily slide his hard prick into her. She wanted it. She could almost feel it throbbing and long, sliding into her wet, warm pussy.
She could feel her fear. Her body stiffened.
He frowned.
"What's the matter?"
"No!" she screamed, pulling away from him. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sex
Fran leaned against the bathroom door, trembling and sobbing.
"You fool, you fool," she wept. Outside the door there was silence.
At last she stopped sobbing and controlled herself. She rinsed her face with cold water and ran a comb through her hair. Her face was flushed, but she was in control of herself.
She wrapped herself in a towel, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the bathroom door. She walked slowly back into the living room.
Frank sat on the couch sipping a fresh drink, fully dressed. He looked very angry and she felt a tremor of fear run down her back as she looked at his face.
"I'm sorry," she began, her voice faltering, not knowing what to say or how to put it.
He looked up at her.
"I just wanted to fuck you, baby, and from the way you were acting, I though you wanted to fuck me, too," he glared at her.
"I would. I mean, I did. I mean, I think...." her voice trailed off.
"Forget it," he said angrily. "I'll just finish my drink and split."
Nervously, she made herself a drink. He stood up.
"Well, thanks for everything, baby. Maybe we'll get together sometime." His voice had a faint sneer.
"Frank, I am sorry."
"Look," he said, whirling toward her, his face flushed, not with desire but with anger, "I've met my share, more than my share, of selfish broads. Let me tell you, baby, Denver was full of them. But I thought you were different. Don't ask me why, there was something about you that I thought was different."
"Frank, I ... "
"Save it, baby. You got your kicks. Like I said, I'll see you around sometime."
"Please don't go."
"I've got hot nuts, sweetie. And let me tell you, there are lots of chicks around."
"Please don't go. I want to tell you something."
Fran pulled her towel tighter around her and gripped her glass tightly. Nervously, she licked her lips and sucked her lower Up with her teeth.
He looked at her steadily.
"What?" His voice was still angry, but softer now.
She sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. He stood for a second, debating whether to sit or not, and then he did. He picked up his drink and took a swallow.
Slowly and hesitantly, she began to tell him about the time she was raped. She was afraid he wouldn't believe her, but he sat sill and listened.
"That's a tough break," he said, when she had finished. His voice was gentle, almost soothing, after his early anger. "But you've got to get over it."
She licked her lips and bit them again, turning to him. She could feel his eyes steady on hers.
"Help me," she said quietly. "Help me get over it."
They sat silently side by side on the couch and then he smiled at her gently. He pulled her close to him and put one arm around her.
"I'll try."
The towel slipped from her breasts. Frank leaned, taking one of her now soft nipples into his mouth. She moved closer and he squeezed her shoulder gently.
"Look," he said, "the only way I can say it is straight. Okay?"
She smiled at him.
"Okay."
"You've got this wild idea that a cock is going to hurt you. I understand why. Hut that's nonsense. It really, of course, all depends on the guy. And this one wouldn't hurt you."
Frank spread his legs and rubbed the lump between them. The outline of his half-firm cock showed through his tight dungarees. He placed her hand on it and Fran liked the full, warm feel of it. She moved her hand gently, squeezing it.
"Take it out, baby."
Fran undid the buttons and opened his fly wide. Below his prick bulged against the soft, white jockey shorts' cloth. She pushed his shorts down until the tip of his prick sprang into sight.
She reached her hand inside his jockey shorts and closed it around his warm, half-limp prick. It was like a live thing, rubbery and smooth.
Slowly, Frank pulled his dungarees down. She rubbed his cock slowly up and down until it began to swell. He widened his thick, hairy thighs and she caressed his round balls. The skin around them was loose and flexible, but underneath the skin she could feel the hard, egg-like ovals.
She knew from her brother's talk with his friends that the eggs were a source of great pain if hit or kicked, and she touched them very gently.
"See how harmless it is?" He said softly in her ear, tickling it with his warm breath
"Yes," she said softly, and went on moving her hand, playing with his balls.
She was really beginning to enjoy playing with his prick. She squeezed it, pulling the tender, soft skin back form the pale pink, silken smooth, heart-shaped head. His warm prick grew harder, filling out its nice long length, the large head beginning to throb and the veins along its length popping out.
Fran leaned against him, her mouth against his chest. She noticed the full, pink nipple and touched her tongue to it. Like her own, it hardened and shriveled slightly, sticking out.
"That's it, baby," he crooned in her ear, "Don't be scared. Nothings going to hurt you and this is the most wonderful thing in the world, making love."
His prick was good and hard now, reaching up in the air, long and lean toward her. She noticed a strong, sexy male smell. She wondered if maybe it was because he had come earlier. The smell was not unlike the smell left behind in the bedroom from Amy and Marc.
Frank began moving his ass now, hunching his hard prick toward her as she squeezed it and pinched it hotly. She felt very sexy. Then she rubbed it, baring the head and tickling it with her fingers.
Fran looked down and leaned over, her lips sliding down his firm, lean stomach, along the thin line of black hair below his navel. She saw a clear drop of liquid forming in the tiny split of the head of his cock. It seemed to be struggling to free itself.
Her mouth moved closer to his prick and she flicked her tongue out and licked the drop off. It was sticky and had little taste as she ran her tongue around her mouth, searching for the flavor.
Frank squirmed and she lowered her head and began licking the satin smooth head of his cock. It was so warm and so slick and clean against her tongue.
She slid the skin back and licked all around the hot head, feeling the firm ridge which separated it from the rest of his long, hard dick.
Fran raised her head up and slid up his body until she reached his chest. She kissed the nipples again, feeling them harden under her probing tongue. Then she moved up to his mouth while her hand gripped tightly on his prick.
She was jerking him off slowly and easily. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and met his. She was as hot as he was and she squirmed closer to him, fondling his cock as he played with her breasts, massaging her nipples.
"I want to make you feel good," she said.
"Tell me what to do. What you like. I'll do whatever you want me to do, anything at all."
"Lean down, baby. Open that luscious mouth and suck me off. Suck it right out of me.
Fran needed no further urging. The idea had been on her mind since she had watched Amy sucking Marc's big cock in the bedroom hours earlier.
She leaned down. Frank spread his thick legs to give her room.
His hard cock was stiff and straight in her hand. She licked the smooth, hot head slowly and then closed her juicy mouth around the tip. Frank grinned with delight and quivered as she began to suck the tip, moving it slowly further and further into her mouth, fascinated that it fit so easily.
As her mouth went further down it, she used her tongue and kept her lips tight around it. Now she was getting a sense and taste of it. It was strange and different. It had a flat, meaty taste, and it was salty.
Above her she heard Frank moan as her tongue flicked around his cock and she sucked it.
Frank touched her hair and thrust more of his feverish, hard, slick cock into her mouth.
Fran was beginning to like the slippery, round, hard rod in her mouth. She liked the taste, Frank's reaction, and the heat that was generating in her own cunt. She wanted to suck all of it. She wanted to make him feel good.
She played with his balls and trailed a finger over his thighs, then slowly up under him beneath the cheeks of his ass. Her mouth felt full of throbbing prick and he thrust harder and harder. She sucked it all, sliding her mouth up and down, cupping his balls.
Inside her mouth, his cock seemed to grow larger and larger. His hands gripped her head and she knew he was going to come. She wanted to make him come, come a lot, the same way he had made her come before. She took his cock in as far as she could and felt him grow tense.
"Baby, oh, baby," he moaned, writhing above her, "keep it up. I'm ready to shoot my load."
She went all the way down, sucking the entire slick, hot length of hard prick. He thrust hard, grasping, and she felt the spurt of hot come in her mouth.
Fran tightened her mouth around his spurting, spraying prick. He shot another spurt and she swallowed his thick, hot love juice, her mouth and tongue on the throbbing head as the final blast came.
"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned as she kept sliding her mouth up and down his juicy cock.
When Fran took her mouth off it, Frank's long cock dropped down over his balls.
She raised up. Frank pulled her close, kissing her slick, wet lips.
"Baby, that was great. I wish I could stay for a while, but I've got to meet somebody early tomorrow and if I don't get my ass out of here, I'm never going to make it."
"Will I see you again?" she asked timidly.
"Will you? Try and keep me away. Besides, you've got a little more to learn. I want to play teacher."
Fran felt a blush spread over her face.
"You want to, don't you?" he asked, his voice tender and concerned.
"Oh, yes," she said eagerly.
He laughed and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
When Frank had gone, Fran showered and climbed into bed. She glanced at Frank's window. It was dark.
She giggled in the dark, wondering what he would say if he knew how she had watched him jerk off that night. It would be his turn to blush.
She thought about the night's events from watching Marc to sucking Frank. She decided that she must be more than a little on the oral side. She had loved sucking Frank and she couldn't deny that she enjoyed ticking Amy's pussy once in a while.
No, she certainly couldn't deny that she had loved sucking Frank's long, lean cock. As a matter-of-fact, she loved it most when he got all tense, and then finally shot off into her mouth.
The taste was entirely different than a woman's. She couldn't identify it. And she thought of the old nursery rhyme about what little boys and girls were made of and decided that whoever wrote it must have sucked a lot.
Frank was so good looking and so thoughtful. The moment she had brought herself to tell him about her secret, he was instantly tender and sweet.
He was really like Bob. She couldn't wait to see Bob again. She smiled in the dark. She was sure that Bob would love for her to suck him off.
She felt good and relaxed as she stretched out on the bed. There was only one little worry gnawing in the back of her mind. Her money had definitely run out. She couldn't go on taking money from Amy. She was going to have to find a job, and find one soon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Posing
In the next few days, Amy seemed to be very preoccupied in the apartment and gone quite a lot, coming home very tired and irritable.
Whenever Fran mentioned a modeling job, Amy made some excuse, or a vague promise, or else was on her way somewhere and didn't have time to talk.
"When the time is right," was Amy's favorite put-off to Fran and Fran bit her tongue to keep from saying it to Amy before Amy said it.
Fran was counting on spending a good deal of time with Frank. But he came by to say that he had to go out of town. Why was afraid he had lost interest, but he assured her it was urgent.
"I've got to make a little bread, baby. As soon as the deal is closed, I'll be back in town and we'll have a great time. And I mean a great time!"
Fran waited, biding her time and counting her money. She explored the neighborhood and journeyed uptown to museums. Occasionally she looked for jobs, but nothing of interest was offered to her.
Before the week was up she began to get a good case of the blues. Maybe she shouldn't depend on Amy. Maybe she sould go right out and take a job, any job. Maybe she should work as a filing clerk somewhere. She didn't know.
If only Frank would come back. She lay awake at night thinking of him, of his tall, lean, naked body, and the way his hard prick felt in her hand and in her mouth. When she thought of it her cunt throbbed for relief.
She felt better when she finally heard from Bob. Two letters were forwarded form Texas to her. The letters were full of news about army life. He sounded very lonesome, as lonesome as she was.
Toward the end of the last letter he told her that he would like to tell her how he felt, but was afraid that she would get mad.
Fran sat down and wrote him a long letter. She told him he could tell her anything. Please do, she wrote. She wanted to tell him the truth about herself and her new life, but she didn't have the nerve.
She felt better after she wrote the letter and mailed it. She was eager to get a reply and sec if he would tell her anything.
She made herself a gin and tonic. She had been drinking a lot lately, she thought. She had probably been drinking too much, and that was why she got sad so easily.
But the drink wasn't making her sad and she had several when Amy showed up with Marc. They had been drinking, too, and it turned into a good party with lots of laughs.
Marc wasn't as aggressive as he had been before. Fran began to like him a little. She got pretty high and late in the evening when she went to the John, Amy followed her.
"Fran, I think I'll have some good news for you later this week."
"A modeling job?"
"Yes."
"That's great."
"Now, listen, honey. I want you to do me a favor. Marc brought along his camera. He really digs watching two girls make it. He wants you and me to pose for him."
"Oh, Amy, I don't know."
"Please? Just for me?"
Later, Fran would balme the drinks. But at the time, she felt good and there was a certain thrill to the idea of posing nude with Amy.
The three of them went into the bedroom. Marc took pictures of Amy and Fran undressing. Then they stood together naked, their breasts squashed against each other, rubbing their warm pussies together, and playing with each other's ass.
Fran lay back on the bed and Marc took shots as Amy sucked on the nipples of Fran's breasts, kissed down her stomach, tongued her naval and started sucking her pussy. Marc made a close up of Amy with half her .tongue in Fran's wet cunt.
Another shot showed Fran straddling Amy's face. Fran liked the position. Her pussy was right over Amy's hot mouth. The lips of her cunt were opened wide and Amy really lapped it up, while she fingered herself.
Marc got them into a sixty-nine position, and they began to lick each other. Both were hot now and Fran was digging her roommate's slick, hot cunt against her face. Amy was making her feel great.
Trapped between each other's legs with one thigh over each other's face, they sucked and licked frantically. Fran's hands gripped Amy's small, firm ass, and she felt Amy's fingers in her asshole.
Fran's cunt was on fire and she writhed and thrust at the tongue between her legs that tantalized her so. At the same time she moved her own tongue into Amy's sweet slippery pussy savoring the juices.
Writhing and thrusting at each other, they brought each other off. And as each came, the other's lips and tongue slurped the juicy warm interior.
When Fran rolled over, she saw that Marc had put down his camera. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. He grabbed his big. cock and began to jerk off as he watched them.
Fran was instructed how to handle the camera and Amy knelt down in front of Marc and began to suck his hard prick. There was nothing gentle about Marc as he thrust his long cock deep into Amy's throat and urged her on.
Growing impatient, Marc pulled away, his glistening cock standing straight out and throbbing. He pulled off his clothes and positioned Amy on her back on the bed.
He knelt between her legs and placed his cock between the lips of her pussy. Fran knelt at the foot of the bed and took pictures.
It was a strange sight, Marc's big, muscular ass thrusting between Amy's thin thighs, revealing his hairy asshole, his big balls flopping, and his large throbbing cock buried between the juicy split of Amy's cunt.
Fran photographed as Marc's prick went all the way in until his balls touched Amy's ass.
Amy hunched to meet him and flung her legs around his hips. Her ass wiggled and moved as her wet cunt took in all his cock, and as he kept fucking her hard, she squirmed around it.
Marc began banging into her like a wild man. Both of them were moaning and banging against each other. Their breathing grew more frantic as he shoved it in hard, driving his prick deep into her. Then he began to jerk and quiver, squirting his hot load.
Below him, Amy cried out, arching upward. He fell down on her and they lay there gasping. Fran watched, fascinated. It was really way out, she decided, watching someone fuck.
They all took showers. Amy took a shower with Marc, and Fran declined their invitation to a threesome. The tub was too small, she said. She would take one after them. They laughed at her, but she didn't give in.
They had another drink and Fran made sandwiches. Marc left soon afterward. Fran didn't think to ask to see the pictures or to find out what would be done with them.
As she climbed into bed, Fran wasn't sure whether or not she enjoyed being photographed like that. It would be all right with someone she knew and trusted, but she wasn't sure about Marc.
She slept well that night. She had a wonderful dream about Bob and awoke with a finger deep inside her pussy.
The next afternoon, Frank called to tell her he would be back late Friday and wanted to SC? her. Naturally she wanted to see him.
And true to her word, Amy came home and announced that on Thursday, Fran would start her modeling job. She would be paid fifteen dollars an hour for four or five hours work.
"Are you sure I can do it?" Fran asked nervously.
"Naturally. Fran, with your build and looks, all you have to do is stand there.
But they both knew it wasn't that simple. Amy took the time to teach her more than a little about the profession. She gave her instructions about how to walk and hold herself upright, Fran was excited and happy. Things were really looking up. Frank was coming back, and she had her first modeling job.
CHAPTER NINE
The Modeling Assignment
Early Thursday morning, Fran was up,, dressing for her first modeling assignment. Amy helped her with her makeup and gave her instructions on how to get to the studio.
The studio was in midtown. The building, which had several other businesses in it, was not impressive. But once in the studio's waiting room, Fran liked what she saw.
The furnishings were expensive, the carpet thick and deep. The walls were covered with magazine covers featuring glamorous girls. Fran imagine herself on the front of a magazine. At that moment, it seemed possible.
Fran liked the photographer and he seemed to like her. She had been afraid that he would make a pass at her. But the photographer, Jon, was very polite and everything was above board.
He took a number of shots of Fran in her street clothes. He then introduced her to a cute girl named Marie who was to help Fran change clothes.
Jon, the photographer, took picutres of Fran in a number of different costumes. Marie was very helpful and the two girls liked each other immediately. It was a very pleasant four hours.
"Fran, in a few weeks you'll be earning a hundred dollars an hour," Jon told her.
"Really?" Fran's eyes glowed at the thought.
"I've been in the business a long time," he said. "I'd be willing to bet on it."
"What will you do with the pictures you took today?" Fran asked.
"They're just test shots, to get a line on you and know how to bring out your best."
Fran went home encouraged and sixty dollars richer. The future looked bright. Now, she thought, she only need a man.
Of course, Bob was ideal. But he wouldn't be home for weeks. Fran bided her time, waiting for Frank to return, thinking of all the good things they would do.
On Friday morning, Fran ordered plenty of groceries, beer and gin. She wanted to be able to entertain Frank well. And she hoped to be entertained well herself.
The groceries were delivered by the cutest young, black boy she had ever seen. His skin was the color of light coffee. He couldn't have been more than eighteen.
She was wearing only a kimona when he arrived. She noticed the way he eyed her breasts. And she took a good look at his firm body beneath the tee shirt and chino pants.
The way it looked, he wore nothing beneath the form fitting pants. She could easily make out the outline of what seemed to be his long, young cock.
Fran paid him quickly. She was getting ideas. As he left, she studied the contours of his prominent ass. He was certainly built for a kid.
She couldn't get her mind off the delivery boy. She was getting herself all worked up when, to her relief, Frank opened the door.
"Hi, baby," he said.
"Am I glad to see you," she said smiling. "How come?"
"A girl has to have some secrets," she answered coyly..
"I've been thinking about your secrets," he said, grinning. "About all of them."
She began to get hotter with his words.
He came up behind her and pressed his warm crotch against her ass. He kissed her neck and reached around, sliding his hand inside her kimona. He fondled her breasts as he pressed his heated crotch closer.
His right hand touched her thigh and worked up until it slipped inside the wrapper. His hand on her thigh was hot. She eased her legs apart as he rubbed her pussy gently.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.
"Um. You have some wonderful ideas," he said.
He promptly took off his shirt. She admired his wide, muscled chest and arms. She opened her kimona and he eyed her naked body as he unbuttoned his pants.
Fran knelt down before him and pulled down his pants and helped him step out of them. She really wanted him. Her hands moved up his firm, hairy legs. The jockey shorts bulged with his half hard prick and balls.
"Oh, Frank," she said.
Fran put her face against his swollen crotch. Her lips traced the outline of his cock and her hands clamped around his firm ass. He smelled so clean and so sexy at the same time, and he was so warm.
"Wow," he said, "you're not a bit afraid of my cock now."
"No."
She pulled down his shorts and his rubbery prick flopped out, warm and lengthening in her direction. She kissed it, feeling it grow hot and hard against her face. She licked the head and kissed his balls.
Frank took her face in his hands.
"Let's both do it, baby."
"What?"
"Get on the bed and suck each other off. A real sixty-nine."
Fran dropped the kimona and lay down. Frank stretched out beside her, his crotch in front of her face. He began to play with her pussy as she fondled his crotch.
Frank moved closer, kissing her thighs and her clit. He pulled her on her side, lifted one leg. over his head and began to lick her wet, oozing cunt. She took the head of his hard prick in her mouth.
He eased one leg over her head, trapping her in his luscious crotch. Fran took more of his cock in her mouth and began to suck his hot, slick, throbbing rod. It slipped in further and she worked on it with all her heart.
Frank's hot mouth and tongue were wonderful. His teasing tongue licked deep inside and flicked against her clitoris. His hands felt her ass and one finger began to tickle her asshole. She squirmed as he slipped it in.
As she sucked his juicy cock, she ticked his balls and played with the taut mounds of his ass. Her finger found his hairy hot asshole and pushed it in.
He hunched, sliding his prick further between her hot hungry lips until his balls touched her face. She loved sucking his big sweet prick. She wanted it all, wanted all his hot come.
Closer and closer she came to the edge as he lapped and sucked her. She could tell he was getting close himself the way he hunched and wriggled against her. Fran pushed her finger deep into his hot ass and her mouth swirled around his hard cock.
They writhed together on the bed. She thought she might scream as his tongue set her afire and she trembled, groaning as he stiffened in her mouth.
Groaning, he pushed his prick deep in her mouth to her throat. It spurted hot come over, her tongue and kept spurting as she sucked the fiery fountain.
When they pulled apart, both were out of breath. Frank's cock dangled over his thigh, oozing a little fluid.
Leaning over, she licked the last drop of sticky, warm juice from the head of his prick. Then she raised up to meet him, his lips wet with her juice. Their lips met, hot and wet with each other's love juice.
"I really dig you, baby," he said.
"I dig you, too."
"And I love the way you suck my cock," he whispered sexily.
"If you want to know the truth," she said huskily, "I dig it, too. I dig everything about you."
"Honest?"
"Honest."
"Even my ass?"
"Yes."
"You'd better watch out. I'm a real sex freak," he said, laughing.
"Mm," she said, "that's why I like you."
"You know what I'd like?"
"Tell me."
"I'd like to feel your hot tongue in my ass. Does that shake you up?"
"No," she said, as he squeezed her tits.
Frank's crude words thrilled her. There was something about him that kept the words from being unpleasant. Partly it was his honesty, saying just what he was thinking, and because he was so handsome and sexy, too.
"Have you ever licked a guy's ass?"
"No, but I'd like to, if that's what you'd like."
"It really turns me on to have my asshole tongued."
Frank knelt in front of her on his hands and knees. He was even sexy that way. His cute firm ass stuck out, his nice, full balls hanging down between his muscular legs.
Fran leaned forward, licking the cleft between his taut cheeks. She spread them and put her tongue against his asshole. He wiggled.
"Urn, that's it, baby."
She pushed her tongue in and licked. He was so clean and he enjoyed it so much that she did, too. Her tongue began to work faster.
She forced her tongue deeper as his asshole squirmed and grew wet. It was slightly hairy and it tickled. She reached around and played with his balls and Umber prick, as she licked and sucked his ass.
Frank was really digging. He arched, his ass and pushed it toward her. His cock began to get hard as she played with it.
Fran licked faster, getting more of her tongue deep in his asshole. At me same time, she began to jerk him off. When he was good and hard, Frank turned around.
He thrust his tongue in her mouth and two fingers into her hot wet cunt. He started finger-fucking her and she kept jerking him off.
"Oh, baby," he said, "I would give anything to fuck you right now."
"Frank, I want h, too."
Gently he pushed her back and parted her legs. Leaning down, he licked her pussy until it was good and wet. He rubbed some of the juice from her cunt over the head of his prick.
He got over her and placed just the head of it between her wet hairy Ups. She could feel the warm, puking cock. He moved so that the head of his prick rubbed against her cUt.
It felt so good that she began to arch toward him, wanting more. The tip was completely inside her hole and then his cock was all there. She trembled in delight.
Easily he slid more hard cock inside her. Her cunt was tight and his prick seemed huge and hot. She loved the pressure and the heat of it.
Slowly he moved it in and out until she began to pick up his rhythm.
"Oh, Frank," she cried, "fuck me, fuck me.
Slowly he slid it all the way in and she moaned as she felt the whole length of his hot, long cock inside her. And he started to fuck with full, long thrusts. She thrust with him.
He lay fully on her now and plunged his tongue in her mouth as his thrilling, pounding cock slid back and forth in her tight cunt.
She loved his muscular chest against hers, her nipples firm and itching. His frantic fucking grew faster and hotter. She ran his prick even deeper into her cunt, moving toward it. Her hands moved down his back, feeling the muscles. She clasped his firm buttocks as they contracted and hunched more prick into her.
She was lost in the rhythm, moving with him. Not once had she thought of that horrible time when she was sixteen. She had no idea it could be like this.
Firm and throbbing, his long prick slid in and out of her hot tight juicy cunt. She could feel it deep and powerful within her. She rose to meet it, the lips of her oozing cunt gripping it.
"Baby, baby," he cried out.
Their bodies met and buckled. His warm skin seemed to touch her everywhere and his pulsating cock awakened thrills of sensation that she didn't know she had. She loved the smell of his sweat, the smell of sex, and the sound of his prick as it plunged into her pussy up to his balls.
She gripped his ass, plunging her finger into his asshole as his powerful cock lunged in and out. She felt full of cock and she loved it, working her juicy cunt around it, thrusting her ass up.
The tight lips of her pussy slid closer and tighter around his long, hot rod as they neared their peak.
"Oh," she cried out, "fuck me, Frank. Fuck me."
In long, luscious full thrusts he used his prick like a master, every inch of it thrilling her.
It was all inside her now. Her cunt was itching and hot and his lovely prick was softly, deliciously scratching it. His cock slid in hard and full and big as he shivered and moaned and exploded, shooting his big load deep into her.
"Oh," she moaned.
She could feel every drop of his hot come spitting deep inside, putting out her fires. She thrust her cunt upward, swallowing his spurting prick, loving the tickle of sticky hot juice flooding her.
And then her own nerves let go and she came, quivering, gasping, her wet cunt trying to milk his lovely cock dry as it continued to jerk and spill its fluid inside her.
For a while, Frank lay against her. She could feel his heart beating in his hard chest. She gently caressed the cheeks of his ass and his prick jerked in a final small spasm. He pulled it out of her.
It was all wet and shiny with their juices and it began to hang down. Frank lay quietly beside her, gently touching her breasts. For a long while neither spoke.
"Did you really dig it?" he asked.
"You know I did," she said, with a sigh of pleasure.
"You're great," he said. "For someone who's had no experience, you're just great."
"You're a fucking great teacher," she told him. "Or is it a great fucking teacher?"
He laughed with her.
They talked about their futures for a while. Frank was hoping to become a successful singer, either rock or folk. Fran told him of her modeling ambitions.
"I was cutting my first record for a company in Connecticut," Frank said. "That's the only thing that kept me away from you."
"I'm flattered," she said. "How did it go?"
"Pretty well, I think. It was a rock number and if the top brass like it, it will be released soon."
Since Fran was afraid that Amy might catch them in bed, she suggested they take a shower. Fran was still a little shy about fucking in public.
Frank went home to change his clothes while she made dinner for them. Amy didn't show up, so they finished dinner and went dancing at a rock and roll place nearby.
Amy was out when they returned and Fran was glad. She and Frank undressed each other and made love for a couple of hours. She was amazed at his stamina.
"I never get enough," he said.
Though she didn't say so, neither did Fran. Sometimes she felt like she could suck his lovely cock all night.
She loved his stiff hot prick inside her, too, fucking her good and not hurting at all. She loved the feel of his naked body on hers, and his soft warm skin as his cock tickled and filled her pussy and shot its lovely load into her.
But unfortunately, it couldn't last forever. Frank had a singing job out of town and he left on a Saturday.
That Saturday night, Fran was already lonesome.
CHAPTER TEN
Marie
On Sunday, Fran was even more lonesome. She wondered about her never tiring interest in sex. She supposed it was because she had been so repressed for so long.
Early Sunday afternoon, she went walking in the park. It was a gorgeous day and the park was full of gorgeous boys. The miniskirt she wore did her more than justice.
She was hoping to be picked up. But most of die guys she saw were either too young or too old. She was sitting on a park bench when she saw the sailor.
He was staring at her. He was tall and blonde, kind of tough looking, but very sexy. The muscles fairly bulged under his skin-tight white uniform. He seemed proud of his body and the big lump between his legs.
He kept watching Fran but he didn't approach her. Finally bored, she left the park and strolled around. The sailor followed. Once or twice she thought he was going to approach her, but he didn't.
Finally she gave up and decided to go to a movie. She bought the ticket and entered the lobby and bought a soda. When she glanced up, the sailor walked in.
Fran couldn't imagine why he hadn't approached her before. Maybe, she thought, he was the kind of guy who got his kicks in the movies.
Fran remembered a very cute boy in high school who was so shy he couldn't talk to girls. One afternoon he had sat two seats away from her in the movies. In the middle of the picture, she had glanced at him. His cock was sticking, right up out of his pants and he was jerking off.
She sat in the back row of the almost empty theater. She wasn't surprised when the big sailor sat down next to her.
He kept looking at her and rubbing between his legs. She couldn't help but notice the big bulge.
She was sorry she wasn't at home with him. Then he started whispering.
"You're cute, doll. You've got a really cute ass and nice tits. I'd like to get you in bed."
You dumb brute, she thought, why don't you?
"I bet you've got a hot little pussy."
Fran felt his knee against her thigh. Despite his clumsiness, she was a Utile turned on. He kept rubbing his crotch and whispering.
"How would you like to suck my big cock? It's really big and hot. I bet you'd dig sucking me off and getting a hot mouthful."
Finally she faced him. "Maybe I would, buddy, but not here." Fran gave him her address. "Don't bother to come unless you're serious."
She left and went straight home and mixed a drink. She thought it was kind of foolish, bothering with guys like that. But he was attractive.
Reaching under her skirt, she rubbed her pussy. Maybe he really did have a nice, big one. But the poor guy just didn't seem to know what to do with it.
She had another drink. He was almost out of her mind when the buzzer sounded. Fran was not surprised that he had followed her home. He seemed a little embarrassed and she made him a drink which he drank down in a hurry.
She sat beside him on the couch. The uniform fit him like a glove. He put an arm around her and began feeling her breasts.
"Hey, did you mean what you said in the theater?"
"Maybe," she answered.
"I go for broads who like to suck. I haven't had a good blow job in weeks."
"Why don't you get comfortable?" she asked. 'Take your shirt off."
He slipped out of his top and tee shirt. His chest was massive, like his shoulders. The lean stomach was ribbed with muscles. Fran took off her blouse and bra, and cupped her large breasts in each hand.
He pulled her down beside him and fondled and kissed her breasts and then began to suck hungrily on the nipples. Then he pulled her roughly against him. She could see his cock straining under the cloth of his pants.
He took her hand and put it on the large outline. She began to rub it and squeeze it with her fingers.
He unfastened his pants and undid the buttons. Through a gap in his shorts she could see a nest of glistening blonde hair and the base of his swollen prick.
"Take it out. Get a good look. I've got nine hot inches of cock, just for you to suck."
Fran unmapped his shorts and fished out his hot stiff cock. It was certainly big, the biggest she had ever had in her hand. She gripped it and slid the skin back.
Fran pulled his pants and shorts further down. He was so eager.
She wanted to give him a good time. And she liked the taste of a big hot prick.
She held it like an ice cream cone and began to lick it as he squirmed beneath her. When she began to suck it, it was so big that she could only take about a third of it in her mouth. But it was really hot and when she started going further down on it, he went wild.
"Oh, eat my hot dick. That's the way. Suck me off good, doll."
Using her tongue and playing with the big pair of balls which hung down, Fran concentrated on his huge throbbing prick and drove him up the wall. In a short time, he gripped her head, groaning and he began to come.
He shoved it so far into her mouth that she was afraid she might choke. And it kept spurting so much juice, she had a mouthful that she swallowed as her lips continued to work around it.
Fran stood up and took off the rest of her clothes and helped him out of his. His body seemed huge. Even his limp prick looked powerful as it dangled down over his huge balls.
The sailor lay on his back and had Fran kneel over his face, her head turned toward his feet. He grabbed her hips and pulled her hot cunt down on his face and began to lick it.
He certainly knew how to eat and she wiggled her cunt as he lapped her and as she moved, he worked his tongue between the cheeks of her ass. His long hot tongue licked with long swipes between the plump cheeks and slurped her asshole.
His prick was beginning to stir and he began playing with it as he sucked her cunt and ass. As his cock grew larger, he started jerking it off and it made him suck her pussy all the harder as she cried out and began to come, squishing her oozing pussy all over his face.
He had her lay down and he eased his big hard cock up between her tits and rubbed the throbbing head against the stiff velvety nipples.
She liked staring at his hairy, animal crotch with the huge dick sticking out and the full round balls dangling between his thick, hairy thighs.
He eased his crotch closer until he was straddling her face. He asked her to lick his balls and his asshole while she jerked him off.
She liked the feel of his heavy, smooth balls against her tongue and the hair tickled her lips. They seemed so huge and round as she ran her tongue over them.
With his legs straddled, the cheeks of his ass were spread wide and she could get her tongue deep in his gaping asshole. It was hot and as she sucked it, her hand closed around his big throbbing prick. It was a real handful. She began jerking off his tremendous cock as her tongue buried itself in his hot ass.
He had her stand up then and lean over with her hands on the couch. She felt his big hot prick enter her from the back and it almost took her breath away. He began fucking her hard and it seemed like she was full of prick.
It went in deep, right up to his dangling balls. She felt herself reaching a climax and began to squirm around his slippery hard prick as his hot come spurted into her, more and more, until it trickled down her legs.
When he left, she gave him her phone number and told him to call sometime.
"By the way," he said, "my name's Robert."
"Hi, Robert," she said, "I'm Fran."
After he left, Fran showered and went to bed. It had been a gas, but not as much fun as with Frank.
Sex was great, she dug it all. But it was a lot greater with someone you really liked.
During the next week, Fran threw herself into the modeling job. By the end of the week she was earning twenty-five dollars an hour. It was all so easy, she couldn't believe it.
Frank returned by mid-week and they had a couple of great nights together. His first record had just been released and he had to leave that same weekend for a singing and publicity tour.
She hated to see him go. But she wanted the best for his career. She was beginning to really care for him and she was less eager to play the field.
That Friday, she had another unpleasant surprise. After a long posing session with Jon, he filled her into his office.
"I'm sorry, Fran," he said, "but I won't be able to use you for a while."
"Am I doing something wrong?"
"No. You're fine. It's just the business is not so good. I've lost several accounts, but things will pick up soon, I'm sure. I'll call you the minute something turns up."
She was very disappointed.
Jon left early and asked Fran and Marie to lock up the studio. When they were alone in the dressing room, Marie offered her sympathy as she helped Fran out of the dress she had been modeling.
Fran was wearing only brief panties and her bra. Marie was giving her the once over. Fran felt a little self-conscious. The hair on her pussy showed up through the thin silk.
"I wish I looked the way you do," Marie said.
"You look fine."
"You've never seen my figure."
"I'll bet it's great."
"I'll show you," Marie said. "I'll slip this dress off and show you. But I want you to be honest with me."
She slipped out of her dress. Her small breasts pushed out sharply beneath the tight bra. She had a small ass which showed up plainly under her silk panties, as did the dark V of crotch hair.
"There's nothing wrong with your figure," Fran told her.
"You're just being kind. Look how small my breasts are."
Fran glanced at the small breasts which went with her slight figure. Before she could tell her soo, Marie flung herself sobbing on the studio couch.
Sitting beside her, Fran cradled the girl in her arms, feeling the firm, pointed breasts against her bare skin. She talked to the girl, calming her and patting her arms.
Then her hand moved across Marie's thigh and touched her crotch. She felt the hair under the panties. A thrill ran through her. The girl was beginning to turn her on.
This might be fun, she thought, feeling the fair, warm flesh against her. She pressed her fingers gently against the silk, rubbing the outside of the girl's warm cunt.
"I bet you've got a cute little pussy that boys would just love to sec. " Fran said.
"You're just trying to humor me."
"No, I'm not. Why don't you stand up and take off your panties and show me your pussy. Or are you still ashamed?"
"Not with you."
The slender girl stood up and slid the sheer panties down. Fran pulled the girl down on her lap, the young, warm ass against her crotch. She hugged the girl with one arm. With the other hand she fondled one of her peaked breasts.
Her hand slid down the girl's stomach and she fingered the curly dark hair. She could tell that Marie was getting aroused. Her fingers worked between the girl's legs. Marie opened them a little.
Fran's fingers rubbed against the smooth, warm lips of her pussy. One finger forced its way between the tight split. Marie squirmed as Fran's finger slid inside and began to tickle her.
Slowly, she began to finger-fuck her. She tickled the clit and felt the tight, hot cunt begin to get juicy. She could almost taste the warm juice of the young, sweet pussy.
She pushed Marie down on the couch and put one of the girl's legs behind her and let the other foot rest on the floor. With her legs straddled, the girl's pussy gaped a little.
Fran opened the tight split and fingered it. Marie began to squirm and wiggle her plump, small ass. Fran massaged the white, feverish thighs.
Leaning, Fran kissed Marie's white smooth thighs. The girl smelled of sweet soap and warm flesh and young pussy. She started at the pink crotch. The taut thighs were spread wide.
She kissed the girl's sweet young cunt, loving the silky hair against her face. The soft pussy lips pressed against her mouth. She licked all up and down the slick young cunt.
Marie was moving and whimpering. She opened her tight lips and thrust her tongue in.
"Oh," Marie cried out.
Fran made the girl twist and writhe as she licked her. Her tongue found the girl's small clit and she tongue it. While she lapped the girl's juicy cunt, her hands reached up and played with the small soft tits. She moved her hands down and under the round ass. She lifted a cheek in each hand, drawing Marie's cunt nearer and sucked harder.
Marie was almost bucking beneath her. The girl was whimpering and her breath was fast and furious. She grabbed Fran's head and twisting and writhing, she came in spasms as Fran's hot tongue prolonged the pleasure.
"That was wonderful," Marie said weakly.
Fran smiled .smugly.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Marie helped her dress. Fran felt good at having given Marie a good time. She was pleased with herself and it wasn't until she left the studio that she remembered that she was unemployed.
By the time she got back to her apartment, she was beginning to brood about it. True, she had made quite a bit of money that week and there was no emergency. But it hurt her ego to have lost the job so soon."
When Amy came home, she told Fran not to worry, that something else would turn up.
"As a matter-of-fact," she said, "I've got something in mind."
"Really? Tell me about it."
"Not just yet. But it's something exciting, something really wild."
"It sounds like fun," Fran said excitedly.
"It will be, honey. Just wait," Amy answered coolly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Star
Fran decided to be more organized, and spent the weekend catching up on household chores, laundry and all the things she had been putting off. She wrote to her parents to assure them that she was all right, and she wrote a long letter to Bob.
She thought of telling him some of the things which had been happening to her, but she thought better of it. She dreamed of the day when she and Bob could be honest with each other and do all the things she had learned.
She also wrote her younger brother asking him to come and visit her. She thought things were probably as dull for him in Texas as they had been for her.
"Why are you writing all those letters?" Amy asked.
"I'm just writing a few, to Bob, the boy I told you about, and my folks, and my brother," she said.
"You ought to forget that hick town."
"It's hard to forget the first twenty years of your life."
"Even if they're dull?" Amy asked with a sneer.
"They weren't all that dull," replied Fran. "I don't believe it." Sometimes Amy seemed hard. But maybe, 'ran thought, she herself was Just too sentimental. But what could be wrong with having a soft spot for people?
Amy went to shower and get ready for her date with Marc. When she was all dressed she presented herself for Fran's approval. She looked very chic.
Fran was hoping Amy might ask her along, or maybe even arrange a blind date. She felt a little restless and didn't relish an evening alone. But Amy made no offer.
"Oh, Amy," Fran began, "when are you going to tell me about the new job?"
"Maybe tomorrow night. Marc's coming for dinner. Do you mind?"
"No, not unless I have to entertain him like the last time."
"Sometimes," Amy said with a laugh, "I think there's a prude hiding behind that big girl's face."
Fran had dinner alone in her favorite restaurant. The good-looking waiter showered her with attention. She found herself wondering what he would be like in bed.
After dinner she went to a movie. The next day she and Amy and Marc had dinner at the apartment together. All through dinner, Fran waited for Amy to come out with the big secret. But each time she brought it up, Amy changed the subject.
"Oh, come on," Marc said, "tell her about it."
Fran glanced at Marc and then at Amy. What did Marc have to do with it?
"Okay," Amy said. "Fran, Marc's been wanting to make a movie, and you're to be in it."
"A movie? Honest?"
"You'll be the star," Marc said.
"But I don't know anything about acting."
"You can learn."
Fran began to be suspicious. There was something strange about Marc's leer and the way Amy smiled.
"It won't pay much," Marc said. "But it will be a good start for you."
"What's the movie about?" Fran asked.
Amy giggled and Marc laughed, too. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a couple of typewritten pages. He handed them to Fran with a smirk.
It was an outline for a movie called "Locker Room Fun." As Fran read on she couldn't believe it. The story had to do with a young female school teacher who peeks at a group of high school athletes in the boys' locker room.
The basketball team is undressing after practice and the teacher watches them, naked and wrestling in the shower. After a while all are dressed and gone except two. They've been talking and are both still partly dressed.
One of the boys pulls his gym shorts down and stands in his jock strap. At this point the teacher sneezes. One of the boys sneaks out and finds her in the boiler room, standing on a box and looking through a transom.
They bring her into the locker room and make her do a strip for them. From then on it gets wilder and wilder, the two boys making her do everything in the books. Fran didn't finish reading it.
Blushing, she handed the sheets back to Marc. She was mad at Amy for giggling and she hated the leer on Marc's face.
"No, thanks," she said.
"What's wrong?" Marc asked. "You dig sex as much as anyone else."
"Yes, but I prefer to choose my partner, or let him choose me. And I kind of like privacy," she said hotly.
"Listen, baby," Marc said, "you're a stupid little cunt from backwater Texas. You'd be hustling your ass on the street if it hadn't been for Amy."
"I doubt it," she said angrily.
"Really, Fran," Amy said, "be realistic.
You can make a few bucks and maybe have some kicks."
"Why don't you do it?" Fran asked.
"I did when I was starting out. I'm a little beyond that now."
"So am I."
"Oh, no, you're not," Marc said, taking something from his pocket. "You'll make that movie and like it."
"What makes you think so?"
"These, that's what."
Marc stuck photographs in front of her. Fran gasped. They were the pictures of her and Amy going down on each other. As Marc showed her each photograph, Fran felt more and more foolish.
"Give me those."
"Not on your life."
"Why?"
"Because this is our meal ticket, honey. It's mine and Amy's. You'll make the movie and well make thousands selling and renting it. And if you open your little mouth, these pictures will be spread all over Corpus Christie, Texas."
Fran jumped at Marc, clawing his hand. He shoved her aside and started to hit her. Amy separated them and turned to Marc.
"Go on home, sugar. I'll handle this."
After Maic left, Fran began to cry. Amy sat on the couch beside her and put an arm around her.
"There now, don't take it so hard."
"I don't understand," she sobbed, "I thought you were my friend."
"We've all got to live, honey."
"Even if it means blackmail?"
"Oh, come on. It won't hurt you to make that little movie."
"Take your hands off of me," Fran said, jumping up.
"Whatever you say. But you'd better damn well be at that studio on Wednesday. If you don't think Marc won't mail those pictures to your loving family, you're crazy."
"And you're in on it, too?"
"What do you think?"
"You set me up for it all along, didn't you? That's why you wanted me to pose for him."
"As a matter-of-fact, sugar, we set you up for this from the very start. I answered the ad to case you out. I figured I had found a good thing."
"You bitch," Fran shouted.
"Wise up, Fran. It's dog eat dog and you'll have to do, lots worse things than that movie before you make it big."
"Speak for yourself."
"You're boring me. I'm going to bed."
"Not here, you're not. I may have to go along with your little scheme this once, but I don't have to live with you. You're getting out of here tonight."
"Now, Fran, be reasonable. It's late."
"You're getting out tonight, if I have to throw you out."
"Since you're a little stud farm girl from Texas, I actually think you could. I'll go. Can I get my things tomorrow?"
"No. Take them with you."
Once Amy was gone, Fran felt both relieved and depressed. Amy was the only friend she had in the whole city. And even that wasn't true. Amy wasn't her friend, and she had never been.
Fran cried for a long time. But one can only cry for so long. She felt calm after a while.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had been sort of foolish since arriving in the big city. She had been so eager to have a good time that nothing else mattered. And, of course, being a naive little country girl, she had trusted everyone.
But she wasn't going to get bitter, she decided. If you stopped trusting people, you turned into some kind of monster, like Amy and Marc. Their only interest in people was in using them.
She felt very much alone. But she would make it somehow. She would probably have to go to that studio on Wednesday and make the movie. But somehow she would straighten herself out and get out of Marc and Amy's clutches.
Frank called her the next morning. She was never so glad to hear someone's voice.
He told her that he might be back in a week or so. Things were going great and his record was selling.
"Have you heard it yet?"
"No. You never even told ine what it's called."
"I wanted to surprise you. It's called 'Sweet Fran.' "
She was thrilled. They hung up. She had wanted to tell him of her dilemma, but didn't have the nerve. Besides, she would have to tell him all about Amy and her. She wasn't sure how he would take that.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Movie
On Wednesday morning, Fran was shaky and depressed. If only there was someone to turn to. But there wasn't. There was absolutely no one.
She left the apartment unhappily and made her way to the studio. When she arrived, for a while she stood outside. At last she forced herself to go in.
The first person she saw was Marc, with his ugly, leering smile. He would be one of the camera men, she thought angrily.
"Hi," he said. "All set for your big chance?"
"Cut the crap," she said angrily. "Let's get it over with."
The studio was a big barn of a place. In one corner was a crude room which resembled a classroom. Then there was the locker room, which looked authentic, including a big shower room.
Next to it was a makeshift boiler room with something painted to resemble a furnace. Marc had her stand on the box to see if it was high enough. She could see into the locker room easily.
Marc, introduced her to two other men. They were both sleazy looking and, she was sure, untrustworthy.
"The rest of the cast will be here soon. You're lucky. We've found a good-looking bunch of guys for you to, uh, work with."
Fran was surprised when they started to arrive. They really were nice-looking, all six of them. All of them were about seventeen or eighteen. She wondered where they came from.
They boys were all looking her over, whispering behind their hands, making jokes. They reminded her of her kid brother and his friends.
All of them wore tight jeans and they seemed to enjoy calling attention to the bulges in their pants as they rubbed themselves and made all kinds of remarks.
Marc laughed and joked with the boys. They all drew straws to see who would be the two who stayed behind in the locker room and had "fun" with the teacher.
The two who won were George and Danny. George was a handsome six-footer with blonde hair. He looked like an athlete.
Danny looked more like a lover, with dark curly hair and a slim, lithe body.
"You'll dig Danny, baby," Marc said.
"Why?"
"He's got a big cock for a kid his age."
"How do you know?"
"He's worked for us before. George isn't bad, either."
Marc and the other men got the boys in the locker room where they changed into their basketball suits. Fran could hear them laughing and joking about each other's pricks and about Fran's big tits and cute ass.
Then Marc took her to the "classroom" and the movie began.
It was all like a dream. There was no sound to the movie and Marc or one of the other men gave her directions as she went along. Once she got into the locker room, they told her, the boys were set. They were well-rehearsed.
They action started with the boys running into the locker room, presumably to undress and shower after practice. As they started to strip, the action switched to the classroom.
Fran was shown shuffling papers. Then she opened a yearbook and looked at the pictures of the basketball squad. Marc told her to look excited and she tried.
Finally she was to get up and walk down a hall and open a door. She was in the boiler room next to the boy's dressing room. She climbed up on the box and peeked through the transom.
Fran liked what she saw. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad after all. Two of the cute young boys were in the shower. Their naked bodies glistened as they wrestled with each other.
Another one was just stepping into the shower, fondling his limp young cock. The fourth pulled down his jockstrap and grabbed his long dick and pulled the skin back. George and Danny were sitting on a bench, talking and undressing slowly.
Following Marc's suggestion, Fran began to rub her pussy.
The boys were coming out of the shower now, drying themselves, rubbing their crotches and making their pricks flop around, toweling their cute, firm asses. Marc was kneeling below Fran with a camera as she fingered her pussy.
Finally four of the boys dressed and left the locker room. She learned later that they went into another room and made a movie of a different sort. It was about four high school boys who first play strip poker, and then start looking at dirty pictures. She would have liked to have seen that one.
Now Danny stood up and pulled his gym shorts down. He stood briefly, rubbing the pouch of his jock strap, all puffed out with his prick and balls. Dark hair stuck out around the edges of the pouch.
Danny had a beautiful slender body with a nicely formed chest, narrow hips and well-shaped legs and arms. He looked sexy.
George was naked to the waist. He was much heavier built than Danny. He removed his shoes and socks and then stood up to take down the practice shorts. She dug his thick, muscular body, his thighs glistening with sweat and hair. His jockstrap was well-filled out.
At this point, Marc told Fran to sneeze. As she found a handkerchief and sneezed again, George sneaked around and surprised her. From then on, the action was fast with no interruptions. The boys knew their parts well.
Fran stared at the handsome young athlete, wearing only his bulging jockstrap. She was both attracted and repelled as he took her arm and pulled her into the locker room.
Though the script had no words, they boys were instructed to act as though there were.
Occasionally Marc interrupted, telling Fran what to do, but most of the time she was instructed to just do everything the boys told her. Marc and another man were always around with the cameras.
"Hey, Danny," George said, "look what I found peeking at us. Our favorite teacher."
Both boys started whishng and walking around her. Then they started feeling her tits and as she put up some resistance, their pricks began to get hard under their jocks.
"Come on, teach," George said, "take your clothes off, or well tell everyone how we caught you peeking."
Quickly Fran stripped down to her panties and bra. The boys stared at her crotch and rubbed their swollen jock straps. Fran took off her bra.
Danny and George stood on each side of her, fondling a breast and running their hands up her thighs to her crotch. When each began sucking on her nipples, Fran thought, maybe it's going to be fun, not so bad, after all.
Together, each sucking a nipple, they pulled her panties down and as she spread her legs, each started fingering her cunt and playing with her ass. She was good and hot.
The boys stopped. George got a coin and flipped it to see who was to go down on her first. Danny won. He placed Fran on the bench and knelt in front of her.
He spread her legs and she watched his handsome face as it buried itself in her hot crotch and started licking her cunt. She dug his handsome, slender body, the cock throbbing plainly beneath his jock as he sucked away at her pussy.
As he ate her cunt, he reached up and played with her tits. George got harder and hornier and went over a knelt, watching Danny eat her cunt.
Finally Danny brought her off and he stood up, wiping his mouth. George stood in front of her and rubbed his jock strap. It was all bulged out with his swollen prick.
"I want you to dig my hot prick and balls, Teach."
He cupped his hands behind her head and pulled her forward until her face was against his jock. It smelled of sweat and come and hot cock. She pressed her lips against the outline of his stiff rod.
George turned around. His ass was bare except for the straps of his jock. He spread his legs wide and she could his asshole.
"Lick my ass, Teach. Suck my asshole."
Fran bent over, licking with long, wet swipes the crack of his ass. Her tongue found the hot hole as George wiggled frantically. Danny watched and rubbed his crotch.
Fran had her tongue half in his asshole. George suddenly straightened up and turned around. He pulled down his jockstrap and his hard stiff cock, about seven inches long, flipped out and the throbbing head touched Fran's lips.
"Eat my hot dick, baby. I'm so hot I'm about to shot my load."
Fran took it in her mouth. It slipped in nice and smooth. She tongued the head and sucked the long slippery shaft. George moaned and hunched his ass. Danny came over and watched as George's prick slipped in and out of her juicy mouth.
With a cry of pleasure, George thrust his quivering prick in hard, the head back into her throat, loaded balls against her chin. Fran felt him jerk as hot come sprayed in her mouth and throat and she sucked the round, spurting cock, swallowing the warm, sticky juice.
Fran was ready to rest for a while, but there was no stopping the young studs. Danny asked Fran to lie down on her back on the floor. Her cunt stared up at him as he jerked down his jock strap.
His prick was big and thick, at least ten inches long. Fran looked in amazement at him. Juice was forming on the huge pink head. He maneuvered between Fran's thighs.
She felt the hot cock head move in. She hunched around it. Danny moved so that the head of his prick rubbed against her slit. He fucked in short, quick thrusts. She hunched, wanting more of his big cock. Danny thrust all of his hot young cock up inside her.
"Oh," she cried out as it slipped in, filling her, making her cunt stretch and tickle and slurp around it.
She loved the way his big throbbing cock made her cunt feel full. But Danny was so hot that after a few long slippery thrusts, he started to come.
His body was racked with heavy tremors as he shot off, his prick like a spurting fountain inside her and Fran tightened her cunt around his prick, drawing out all his tickling juice.
George was watching Danny fuck her. He was stretched out on his stomach between their legs. He looked up at the cameras. He really dug watching Danny's big prick sliding into the teacher's juicy cunt.
When Danny pulled out of her and moved away, George kept staring at her wet crotch, watching Danny's thick come ooze out of her pussy and trickle down her ass.
"I always wanted to suck a pussy right after it has been fucked," he said. "I've heard that it's really hot and juicy."
He moved in close, lapping the sticky, warm juice from between her legs until his mouth was full of it. She wriggled as he kept licking her oozing cunt.
Even if he was lapping up Danny's come, he didn't seem to mind. Her pussy was so juicy and good, he fastened his mouth to her cunt and sucked and licked.
She was going wild, twisting and moaning and she came again as his tongue slurped far inside her.
George looked up to see Danny watching him and getting hard again. Danny fondled his large, semi-hard dick, pulling the skin back from the big head.
"Hey, Danny, why don't you straddle her face and have her suck that big cock of yours while I eat her."
Fran was tired, but there was nothing she could do. Danny straddled her face and put his long rubbery cock in her mouth. It was quite hard, and she liked sucking it that way, it was so warm and pliable.
Fran liked his hot crotch in her face and she tickled his balls, getting a whiff of come as she sucked on his prick that was growing longer and fatter. Her mouth felt crammed full.
As George licked her pussy, he could watch' her sucking Danny off. It was sexy. Most of it was in her mouth and she played with Danny's balls and fingered his asshole.
George kept licking and sucking her pussy, watching Danny thrust more thick prick in her mouth. He could hear the sucking sounds as she gobbled it and Danny started wiggling and tensing his ass and muscles.
George's own prick was getting hard and it lay throbbing against his stomach as he licked her wet pussy.
All of Danny's long cock was thrust into her mouth up to his balls. She almost choked as he filled her mouth full of come which came in blasts. He kept his cock in her mouth until she had sucked him dry.
Then George started fucking her. Fran was so tired she could hardly move. His cock moved hot and hard and fast and she was glad when she felt him shooting off. Then George got up. They seemed a little tired, too.
All three got in the shower and the warm water felt good. George soaped all down her back, sliding slick, soapy fingers around her ass and fingering her asshole. Danny soaped up her front, squeezing her breasts and tickling her pussy.
Fran soaped both their crotches. As she lathered their pricks and balls, they began to get hard again. She almost dreaded seeing their cock start standing up.
They told her to spread her legs wide. George knelt behind her and started licking her ass while he jerked off.
Then he stood up and told her to lean over and start sucking his cock. She leaned, taking his hot cock in her mouth while the shower sprayed down over them.
Danny came up behind her and put his big prick in her from behind. He hunched all of it in up to his dangling balls and it felt huge inside her, touching every side of her cunt. He fucked her hard as George held her face and slid more dick into her mouth.
She writhed, her ass trembling, as Danny's long, hot dick quivered inside and began to shoot. She swallowed all of George's slick prick as he, too, shot.
Fran told Marc that she was exhausted.
"Okay, baby. But the finale comes first."
She saw that he had changed clothes. He now wore a sweat suit with a whistle around his neck. He was, of course, the coach. And he had been photographed watching the last scene in the shower.
Now the idea was that he was supposed to surprise the boys. They are to seem embarrassed and try to explain. The coach only laughs and begins to look the teacher over.
Fran noticed his cock sticking out beneath the sweat pants. She hated the idea of having anything to do with Marc. But there wasn't much choice.
He pulled down the sweat pants and had her kneel and start sucking his cock. Then he sat on the bench and had her straddle his prick and settle down, taking it in her pussy. He gripped her ass hard as he fucked her.
He came quickly and Fran was relieved. But now the boys were aroused again. It went on and on until Fran fainted. When she came to, she was stretched out on a cot in her clothes.
Danny was leaning over her, bathing her face with a cold cloth.
"Everybody's gone but us. I helped you get dressed," he said quietly in a friendly voice.
"Thanks," she said weakly. "I'm sorry," he said. "It must have been plenty rough on you. I made Marc stop."
"Thanks again."
Fran's body ached. She wanted only to go home and get into bed. Danny walked her out to the street and helped her find a taxi.
"I'd like to see you again sometime," he said.
"Maybe. But under better circumstances," she said.
She wasn't in a very good mood, but she gave him her phone number.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Frank's Return
When Fran arrived at her apartment, she stumbled up the stairs, flung open the door and staggered to the bedroom. She collapsed on the bed, hoping the phone wouldn't ring for hours.
She woke up late the next morning. Her body certainly felt the strains of the previous day's excesses. She vowed to herself that somehow she would get revenge on Marc.
When she checked the mail there was a letter from Marc.
"I forgot to give you your check," it said. "Here's fifty bucks. Thanks a lot."
He was such a thoughtful bastard, Fran thought. Fifty lousy bucks. This only strengthened her resolve to get even with him.
That afternoon Frank returned. Any other time she would have loved to see him. But the last thing she wanted was sex. Frank noticed her coolness when he tried to feel her up.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I just don't feel well, Frank. It won't last long."
He sat around the apartment a while, not saying much. Fran noticed that he was wearing very fancy clothes-expensive dark slacks and a handsome, cream-colored jacket.
"You must be making a little money, Frank."
"Things are looking up. The record is going strong. It has sold about fifty thousand already."
"Fifty thousand!" she exclaimed.
"Yes. You know, you really brought me luck."
"I'm glad. And think of it, I haven't heard the record."
"I'll take care of that. Listen, Fran, I'm sorry for being so dull. It's just that I was looking forward to seeing you, and well, you know."
"I know. And I'll make it up to you," she promised.
"And I'm going to make it up to you. I haven't taken you out much. Let's go out and celebrate. Dinner, dancing, and everything. Put on your best dress."
"Great!"
Fran looked elegant in her best dress, a plain black sheath which showed off her figure. They were a handsome couple and they could feel it in they people's eyes and faces staring at them. They went uptown to a chic French restaurant.
While she had been getting dressed, Frank had phoned the restaurant and made reservations. A bottle of champagne was cooking beside their table in a silver bucket.
Fran had never been to a French restaurant before, and she loved it. Frank ordered escargot and several other hors d'ouevres and for the main course, a fancy veal dish. By the end of the meal, they had finished the champagne.
Frank ordered crepe suzettes for dessert, a demitasse coffee and chartreuse liquer. Fran fell like a queen. She also felt Frank's knee against her thigh.
She put her hand on his knee. He grinned and placed his hand over hers. With a sly grin, he eased her hand up his thigh until it rested against the warm crotch.
She got a kick out of feeling between his legs in a public place. She felt his cock swelling as she rubbed it through the tight pants.
He opened his legs a little. Her fingers pressed in and she trailed them over the curve of his balls.
"Um," he murmured.
The waiter approached and Fran took her hand away.
"Anything else, sir?"
"Yes," Frank said, grinning, "but not here."
Fran thought the check was outrageous but Frank didn't mind. They grabbed a cab and he took her to a very smart night club. It turned out that Frank knew the band leader and Fran was in for a surprise.
After they and a drink or two, the bandleader introduced Frank to the audience as an up and coming singer. Frank stood to loud applause and the band leader got him up in front of the crowd.
"Frank's going to sing a song which I think you've already heard, and will be hearing more of, 'Sweet Fran.' "
Frank sang the song, looking directly at Fran. She loved the song, and so did the audience. It suddenly occurred to her that Frank would probably become rich and famous.
And that here she was, a little nobody who had done nothing but make a blue movie. She was good in bed, but what else? When Frank returned, she was almost in tears.
"What's the matter, baby?" he said.
"I'm just feeling sorry for myself," she said.
"Don't, baby. It's a drag."
On the way home, Fran burst into tears. Frank cradled her in his arms in the cab.
"What's bugging you?"
She couldn't stop crying. When they arrived at her place, Frank paid the cab and took her upstairs. She made him a drink and when they were seated on the couch she began to talk and relax.
She told him everything that was on her mind. She told him about Amy and Marc and all about the movie she had made.
"Wow," he said, "you've really been busy."
"Don't joke, Frank."
"Come on, Fran. You can't take all this seriously. You can't be upset just because you licked a chick's pussy or sucked off a couple of strangers. What is it, really? Say, I think you feel guilty."
"I guess I do."
"You've got to make up your mind. Is there anything wrong with sex or not?"
"No, I don't think there is. But I don't like blackmail."
"Neither do I," he said seriously.
"And besides," she sniffled a little, "I guess I feel like I've been carrying on like a little slut."
"Look, you were cooped up in that little home town of yours for years. And you were repressed as hell. You were just ready to blow your top if you stayed there."
Fran laughed.
"You mean I was ready to blow a good-looking guy."
"That's the spirit. Anyway, you got to the big city, and you've been letting off steam. It's too bad that they tricked you into that movie. But there was no real harm done, was there?"
"No. Except my pride. And I'm not in very good shape for you tonight."
"Don't worry about me," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "Do you want to know something about me?"
"Sure," she said.
"I used to feel guilty, too. But I got over it." He paused. "Why do you think I'm such a sex freak? My background was like yours. Don't do this. Don't do that. And I was such a good little boy. Did you know that when I was in high school I was afraid I was a fag?"
"You?" she looked at him, astonished.
"Yes, me. When I was about fifteen-me, the nicest boy in town-four older boys picked me up one night and drove me out in the woods. I had to, well, they enjoyed themselves. It was the only sex. I'd had at that point. And let me tell you, it was the only sex I thought I could have."
"Poor Frank," she said, her eyes moist.
"Poor Frank-crap! I was a little prude. Those guys really taught me something. And that is that most people really dig sex and think about it a good part of the time.
"I'll agree to that."
"And there's no reason why we all shouldn't have as much as we want."
"Amen," she said with a big grin. "I don't dig forcing people, especially kids, and I'm sure you don't either."
"Not at all."
"Otherwise, we ought to have a ball. The summer I was sixteen I met this great chick who turned me on to everything. She was about twenty-five, a graduate student at a local college. She really brought me out. I met her at the beach. She was wearing a bikini and I was wearing a tight bathing suit that you could almost see right through."
She grinned.
"Sounds great. I'd have liked to have seen you in that."
"She actually picked me up and took me home with her. Her folks had a big house and a swimming pool and they were gone. I think. they were in Europe. Anyway, they weren't there. We swam for a while and got to talking. She made me admit that I wore the kind of bathing suit I had on because I wanted to show off my prick."
"And I bet she liked it."
"Of course she did. What do you think she picked me up for? She dug showing off her ass and her tits in that little bathing suit she had on, too. Anyway, before the night was over, I leaned how to fuck. And I mean fuck. She made me admit that I wanted to do other things, too, like lick her pussy and have her suck my prick,"
"Sounds like fun," she said, and felt a pang of envy, thinking of her own rotten introduction.
"It was. She was great. I got over lots of hangups. Like I would never use words like pussy or cunt or prick or fuck. She made me be honest. She also made me admit that I'd always wanted to know what it felt like to have a hot tongue lick my ass."
"Did she like it?"
"She liked everything. Most people do. I guess the worst thing is to get hung up on just one thing. And that's fairly harmless, unless you're hung up on hurting people or something. See how innocent we are? We just love to suck and fuck, and that's all!"
"I'm really sorry I'm not up to anything tonight," she said sadly.
"Look, I know you're not up to any fancy fucking. But would you mind just getting naked and letting me just look at your gorgeous tits and your cute pussy? I promise I won't do anything but jerk off."
Fran undressed quickly as Frank watched. He rubbed his crotch and then undressed down to his jockey shorts.
"Open your legs, baby, so I can get a good look at that gorgeous cunt of yours."
Fran spread her legs and Frank stared at her hairy pussy. She could see his cock getting hard under his shorts. He winked at her and pulled them down.
His cock was about half hard. As his eyes roamed over her naked body, he began to milk his prick. It grew long and stiff as he squeezed.
Gee, she thought, he was cute and sexy, standing there playing with his prick.
Frank leaned down and kissed her tits, then started jerking off. She dug watching him in front of her, his muscular body getting more excited as he played with his hard prick.
His hand worked faster and faster around his cock, sliding the skin back, and the throbbing pink head jutted out of his hand. She began to slowly rub her pussy as she watched him jerk off.
"Frank?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Let me know when you get ready to come."
"Can I come in your mouth?"
"That's the general idea."
Grinning, he stepped closer, playing with his balls as he jerked off his throbbing cock. Fran got a whiff of his sexy male smell as his cock grew stiffer and hotter.
He was getting all tense now, his hand working very fast. Suddenly her lips parted as he released his cock and stuck it toward her.
"Now, baby, now!"
She leaned forward, taking his hot cock in her mouth. It slid in smooth and hot and she grabbed his taut ass with both hands as he started to come.
"Um," he moaned, as her juicy mouth sucked the entire length of his cock, tickling him as he spurted a big load.
Frank spent the night with her cradled in his arm and the next morning she made breakfast. It was great having him with her. She felt secure.
But the feeling soon dissolved. He was leaving on another tour. "And as she waved good-bye to him, she felt the blues settling in again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tommy
When Frank left, the bell rang. She ran to after Frank left, the doorbell buzzed. She ran to the door thinking it was he and that he had forgotten something. It was a telegram for her and she opened it quickly.
It was from Tommy, her kid brother. He was arriving at six that evening. Fran was delighted. Her blues lifted instantly and she ran around the apartment cleaning and preparing for Tommy's arrival.
Tommy arrived kite, well after midnight, just as she was beginning to worry. They threw their arms around each other in delight, hugging and kissing. He had grown since she had last seen him. She couldn't get over it. It seemed like such a short time.
"Say," he said, happily looking around the apartment, "this is a swinging pad." He almost blushed as he spotted the nudes on the walk
Fran gave him a big grin.
"Of course," she said, "that's why I came to New York."
"Me too," he said. "I hope to have a ball while I'm here."
"You will," she assured him.
She made him a sandwich while he showered. She was tempted to peek at him, but she didn't. He was certainly a cute kid and well built.
He came out of the bathroom all fresh in a clean pair of white jeans. He was barefoot and without a shirt. Fran dug his lean, hard chest with the big, pink nipples.
"Is it okay to run around like this?" he asked shyly.
"Sure, treat it like home."
He snorted.
"Mother would raise hell if I were home."
They talked for a while about home and the people they both knew.
"It hasn't changed much," he said. "It's still dull as hell. You aren't missing anything."
She grinned.
"I promise you won't find it dull here. In fact, I even have a chick to introduce you to that you'll dig."
She had thought instantly of Marie when she saw him. They would be perfect together. She winked at him.
She wondered if her handsome, young brother knew w at she had in mind. It almost sounded as though she were going to do it herself. Well, it wasn't such a bad idea.
Near the door, Fran noticed the big black case he had brought with him.
"What's that?"
"My electric guitar. I'm going to try to join a rock group, so I won't have to go back to Texas."
"I didn't know you played."
"I started about the time you left. In fact, I've gotten pretty good."
"I know someone who might help you find a job," Fran said. "He's just got a record out and it's going great. I'll introduce you as soon as he gets back to town."
"That's swell."
Fran yawned.
"Listen, Tom, I'm tired. I've had a long busy day. I'm going to bed. You can stay up as long as you want."
"Okay. Where do I sleep?"
"Gee, I didn't think about that. The couch is too short. Well, you might as well sleep in my bed. I'll be asleep by the time you climb in. Just promise to behave yourself."
Tommy blushed and Fran said goodnight. She entered the bedroom and closed the door. She stripped naked the way she usually slept, but that didn't seem so wise.
She rummaged through a drawer. Suddenly, she had an idea. She removed the almost transparent French bra she had bought once, thinking to save it for Bob. She pulled it on and found the matching panties.
They looked like ordinary panties with her legs closed, but when she opened her legs, there was no crotch. All her pussy could be seen. There was no reason why Tommy shouldn't have a chance to at least see her cunt.
She opened the door and stuck her head out.
"Tommy, I'm taking a sleeping pill. Don't be afraid to turn the light on. I'll be knocked out."
"Okay."
She climbed into bed, thinking how he would dig seeing her pussy. She remembered all the times she had peeked through his keyhole and watched him jerk off. It was like returning the favor.
After a while she heard him moving around. She closed her legs and put an arm over her eyes. This way she seemed to be asleep and could watch him from beneath her arm.
Quietly, he entered the bedroom and turned on the light. It looked as if the sheet had fallen away from her. He stared at the tight bra and panties.
Still watching her, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. He was wearing those very brief, sheer shorts that some of the younger boys wear. Some of the crotch hair showed above the briefs and there was no mistaking the outline of his prick and the smooth curve of his balls.
He had one hand on Ids crotch as he walked toward the foot of the bed to get a better look. With a-slight moan, Fran moved, opening her legs. She could see his face as he stared at her pussy.
She could also see turn getting a hard-on under the briefs. The bed sagged as he lay down easily along the foot of the bed, staring up between her legs and rubbing his bulging shorts.
Fran raised one leg as if in sleep, bent it at the knee and let it straddle. This way her cunt was forced slightly open. She could hear his hot, heavy breathing and he pulled his shorts down.
His prick stuck out stiff and straight. It was a nice size, a nice sucking size, she thought. He began to skin it back and squeeze it as he stared at her cunt.
Fran was aroused and she hoped he would finger her or maybe kiss her pussy, which was getting wet fast. But he only stared and jerked off, faster and faster until his juice sprayed over his stomach.
He got up, found a handkerchief, and wiped the come off his dick, his balls, and from his stomach. Then he pulled up his shorts, turned off the light, and got into bed. She felt like fingerfucking herself, but she didn't dare.
The next morning she woke up feeling horny. She felt her wet pussy. Tommy was still asleep on his back, a hard-on bulging under his transparent shorts. She went to the shower, soaped up and fingered herself.
-She was wildly horny as she pulled on a clean pair of panties and bra and went to the bedroom. She shook Tommy awake. She was tempted to grab his stiff prick. He sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to hide his hard-on.
Fran remembered a time when she was sixteen and he was thirteen. They were wrestling as they often did. She got him down and sat on his chest. He started fingering her crotch and she made him kiss her pussy.
"Hey, Tommy," she said, "remember how we used to wrestle?"
"Sure."
"Bet I can still get you down," she said. "Bet you can't."
She grabbed him and they fell on the bed. She loved his hard young body against hers and as they wrestled, his hot crotch squashed against her leg. During the action, her bra broke and her breasts flattened against him. He stopped.
"I'm sorry about the bra," he said apologetically.
She flung the bra on the floor as he stared at her tits and licked his lips.
"It wasn't your fault," she said. "Bet I can still get you down."
They continued wrestling and Fran found her hands on the firm cheeks of his ass. She pressed her finger into the warm crack and felt him squirm. Her tits squashed against his face and she felt his hot breath.
Finally, he got her on her back. He was straddling her chest, her big tits pressing up against his muscular thighs and ass.
Tommy squirmed over her and she eyed his handsome body. It was sleek and tan and hairless except for his thighs and crotch.
"Give up," he said.
She stared between his nice legs straight at his crotch. The tight shorts stuck out with his half hard prick. She could smell his warm male smell, the dried come from last night.
-She slid her hands up his hot legs and fondled his prick and balls.
"Tommy, you're getting all excited."
His warm, rubbery ass squirmed against her tits. The head of his cock throbbed beneath the cloth.
"I bet you'd like to make me do what I made you do one time."
He blushed as she fondled his swollen cock.
"Yeah," he said, "I ought to. Why don't you pull down my shorts?"
He raised slightly as she pulled the sheer briefs down off. his ass and crotch. His hard prick stuck out toward her, clean and smooth as marble, white with a pink head.
Fran caressed his balls, which were very tight and full. She wiggled her tits against his ass.
He inched toward her, sweating and breathless. She played with his smooth ass and brought him closer until she could lick his balls. He maneuvered his throbbing dick until its head touched her lips. She licked it.
He wasn't used to it and moved, making little sounds. She slid the skin all the way back from the head and took it in her mouth, sucking the firm head and licking it with her tongue. He almost pulled out of her mouth, it excited him so much.
Pressing forward and opening wider, she slid her mouth all the way down his hard, hot prick, sucking it all until she felt hair and balls against her face. She eased her mouth slowly back up to the head.
He moaned and squirmed over her.
Fran sucked his hard young cock like a pro, inch by inch, keeping her juicy lips tight around the round shaft as she moved way down on it and back up again.
He was so excited he could barely keep it in her mouth. She covered tire smooth cheeks of his ass and squeezed and with one finger touched his hot asshole. This made him thrust his cock in deep, hunching and moaning, as he shot off and she sucked harder and faster.
She kept sucking on his prick, tickling his balls and fingering his ass. Even after she had sucked out all of his come, he still kept hunching and shoving it inn.
Finally he pulled his prick out of her mouth. He was all hot again and she was glad.
He jerked her panties down and fingered her cunt. Then he leaned over, licking it. Apparently he was too worked up to wait any longer. He lay down on her and she felt all his prick enter at once.
He fucked like a young bull and her itching, wet pussy loved it. He hunched his prick like a ramrod and she held his ass, working her cunt around him as he shoved his prick in and kept it in, spurting another load of juice that mixed with her own exploding cunt.
She milked his cock with the lips of her cunt and when finally he rolled off, he was good and spent. After a while he started to apologize. Fran told him not to.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Sure."
"So did I. Life's too short to be guilty."
"You're a swinger," he said.
"So are you," she said, leaning to give him one long last lick up his cock.
She spent the morning showing Tommy around the neighborhood. They had lunch at her favorite Mexican restaurant.
She thought Tommy seemed a little worried.
"You're feeling guilty, aren't you?"
"A little."
"Look, you're from a screwed up Puritan family. So you can expect to go for way out sex once the lid is off."
"That's all I think about."
"You and most people," she said, thinking back about her conversation with Frank. "Now about this morning. We both enjoyed it. Nobody was forced or hurt, right?"
"Right."
"Okay. So there's no problem. Now finish your dessert. I've got to make a phone call."
She phoned Marie. Marie agreed to take off from work and show Tommy around the city.
Fran invited her to have dinner with them that night at the apartment.
When she joined Tommy at the table again, he was in a better mood.
"I've got good news," she said. "I'm sending you uptown to meet one of the cutest young chicks you've ever seen."
"Sounds great. What's her name?"
"Marie. Take a cab up to this address. She'll be waiting for you."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Fran saw Tommy into a cab and then went back to the apartment to order groceries and get things ready for a good home-cooked meal.
Then she made several calls, trying to line up a modeling job. There wasn't much doing on the modeling side.
The good looking, black delivery boy arrived with the groceries. She could tell he was nervous and interested. Rut she had other things on her mind. She gave him a good tip.
A short time later the phone rang. Fran rushed to it, expecting it to be Jon or someone with good news about a modeling job. It was Amy.
"What do you want?" Fran asked. "Nothing much. Just to give you another chance at stardom," Amy said with a sneer. "What?"
"Marc wants to make another movie. And you, lucky girl, have been chosen for the lead."
"Look, Amy, I've had enough."
"Maybe, but we haven't."
"I'm not interested."
"Oh, but we are. And we not only have those nice little photographs to help you change your mind. We now have a stag movie that shows you quite clearly."
"Amy, leave me alone."
"Not for a while. You make this movie, then we'll give you a rest."
"What makes you think I could trust you?"
"I give you my word."
"And I know what that means."
"Oh, Fran, you'll just love making this little epic. It's all about a rich girl who flies overseas to see her marine boy friend. She shacks up with him in a hotel as his buddies watch through a transom."
"You and Marc need a new script. You're hung up on transoms," Fran snarled.
"Anyway, to confine, she takes pity on her boy friend's pals and takes on his whole squad."
"You," Fran said, "you'd do anything, wouldn't you?"
"With your help, yes."
"I won't do it."
"You've got no choice, sweetie."
"Amy, you...."
The phone clicked dead.
Fran was desperate. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't just couldn't go through another ordeal with that evil Marc, besides getting fucked by all those marines.
She had arrived at the point in her life when she didn't mind giving pussy away. And she was really beginning to dig cock. But she hated blackmail.
If only mere was something she could do, someone to turn to who would help her.
She decided to try and forget her own problems by preparing a good meal for Tommy and Marie. Just before they arrived a half hour later, she had another surprise phone call.
"Hello."
"Is this Fran?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"My name is Joe. You don't know me. I'm a friend of Robert's."
"Robert?"
"Remember the sailor you met not long ago?"
"Oh. Yes."
"Well, Robert got transferred. But he told me about you and I'd like very much to meet you."
"I'm kind of wary of strangers."
"But I feel like I know you already. I know I would dig you and I think you would dig me."
"Why?"
"Because we like the same things. And I'm pretty good at all of them, so I've been told."
"Look, I'm tempted to say come on over. But my kid brother will be here with his date."
"Are they swingers like you?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes."
"Great. I like orgies. How about it?"
Fran liked his sexy voice. The idea of the four of them making it together kind of stirred her up.
"Okay, Joe, come over and have dinner with us. Well see what happens."
"Great. See you soon."
A short time later, Tommy and Marie arrived. They seemed to be old friends already. Both had gleams in their eyes.
Marie came into the kitchen and whispered what had happened.
"He's wonderful, Fran, just wonderful. We cut the sightseeing short and went to my apartment. Wow! I'm not a virgin anymore!"
Fran smiled.
"Glad you liked him."
Fran told them that a good friend of hers was coming for dinner. When she said that he was a sailor, Tommy grinned.
"I wonder if he's as horny as most of those guys-" .
The two girls laughed.
"Maybe this will turn out to be a swinging party," Tommy said.
When the buzzer sounded, Fran stepped out of the apartment to greet her unknown guest. She was more than pleased. He was a big, good looking guy, over six feet tall, with wavy black hair and green eyes.
The way he filled out his uniform left nothing to the imagination. Nor did the way he looked at her.
"Say, you're even better looking than I expected," he said with an appraising look at her.
"So are you," Fran admitted. "I told my brother you were an old friend, okay?"
"Sure."
She led him into the living room and everyone got acquainted. She served chinks and they were in a good mood by the time dinner was ready. The meal was a huge success and Fran was proud of herself.
During the meal, the sailor never took his eyes off Fran. Finally he put his knee against her thigh and she pushed back. When they got up from the table, the bulge in his-pants was quite obvious.
After Fran and Marie had cleared the table, the four of them sat around listening to records. Everyone seemed to want something to happen. But no one knew how to get the action started.
Finally Tommy said, "How about a game of strip poker?"
"Great idea," Joe said.
Tommy produced the cards and all of them sat around the table. At Marie's suggestion they took off their shoes and socks first before the game started. In no time at all, both girls lost their blouses.
Fran felt the sailor's heavy eyes hot on her tits which bulged out. She eyed his chest and liked it with its patch of hair between the two well muscled mounds.
Both girls lost truer skirts and bras. Joe stared at Fran's huge breasts and at the crotch of her panties and licked his lips. Tommy had to take his pants off and his prick was already beginning to stick out.
Marie had to take her panties off and they all stared at the hairy, young cunt.
Finally Joe rose to take off his pants. Fran stared at his hairy, well-formed thighs. Through a gap in his boxer shorts a mass of dark hair showed. And there was a long lump suggesting a king-sized cock.
"Man," Tommy said, "I bet you're hung like a bull."
Joe grinned and reached in his shorts and pulled out his prick, letting it dangle. There was a good six inches of it hanging out and it wasn't even hard yet. His cock had a big, smooth pink head. He put it back in his shorts and sat down.
"I've got an idea," Joe said. "The next one who loses has to get under the table."
"Groovy," Tommy said.
Joe lost and they accused him of losing on purpose. He winked at Fran and got under the table. The view made his prick get hard quick.
Marie's legs were open and Tommy was fingering her cute little pussy. Tommy had pulled his shorts down and Marie was playing with his hard cock. Rut what turned Joe on was Fran's gorgeous legs and as she opened them, a great view of her crotch with the hair showing.
He moved, right between her legs and caressed her thighs. She opened them wider and slid toward him a little. He rubbed the crotch of her panties which were damp and warm.
He leaned, putting lus face against her crotch. He got a nice whiff of cologne and pussy. His cock stuck up through the gap in his shorts.
Joe pulled Fran's panties down and off.. Now he could see all her wet cunt and the cheeks of her ass. He had been at sea for weeks, dreaming of eating a hot pussy like this one.
All turned on, he licked his way up her thighs as she slid close, spreading for him. This was what he had been waiting for.
He pulled her hairy crotch against his face and licked the wet, juicy cunt. He thrust his-hot tongue inside her searing pussy.
Tommy got up quietly and moved the table and watched the sailor tick Fran's cunt. Then he stood next to Fran and Marie knelt in front of him. They watched Fran writhe wildly in her chair, banging her knees against Joe's head.
Joe stood up and dropped his shorts. Fran stared at his big, hard cock. He sat down on her thighs, his warm balls hanging down against her cunt.
He leaned back slightly and she leaned forward, sliding her mouth around his hot, wet cock. She went far down, getting a good mouthful.
Tommy watched Fran suck on the sailor's big cock. He had never seen such a big one and he had never seen a guy get a blow job before.
Fran really knew how to gobble it. Tommy got all excited and grabbed Marie's head and shoved his spurting cock in her mouth as she lapped up die juice.
Joe was digging Fran's wild, slurping mouth on his tingling throbbing prick. He looked up to see Tommy shooting off in the girl's mouth and he let go, hunching and spraying as Fran went all the way down on his wet cock, sucking his come until his balls felt empty.
Fran sat back on the floor.
"I do love cards," she said with a big grin, and the others laughed.
She made them all a drink and they sat around digging each other's naked bodies. She put records on and they danced to a fast rock and roll number. Joey's long cock flopped around and started to rise up.
Tommy danced close to Marie, rubbing his half limp dick against her box. He leaned over and sucked her tits, bent lower and tongued her navel and then knelt to lick her pussy.
Fran watched Tommy's prick get hard and stand out as he sucked Marie's cunt. She faced the handsome sailor. She parted her legs and fingered her pussy as she danced. He licked his lips and played the game, rubbing his big cock and baring die head and shaking it at her.
Tommy lay on his back and had Marie straddle his crotch, taking all his cock up her wet cunt. Her pussy was really wrapped tight around his hot prick as she worked up and down on it.
Fran came over and straddled Tommy's face and let him lick her pussy. At the same time, Fran could watch his prick slide in and out of Marie's cunt.
Fran raised up on her knees as Joe played with her ass and eased her hips upward. Tommy was staring straight up at Fran's crotch as the sailor began to lick her from behind. Marie's slick cunt was milking away at Tommy's prick.
As Tommy watched, Fran moved forward a little. Now Tommy was staring at Joe's crotch, too. His firm ass spread, showing his hairy asshole, his big balls hanging down and that tremendous cock thrusting out.
Tommy watched as the huge head of Joey's cock entered Fran's cunt from the back. With a loud noise and groan he slid it all in. What a sight, his big throbbing cock fucking his sister's juicy cunt just inches away.
And the sailor really gave her a fuck. It looked like he had close to a foot of prick. He pulled it all out, glistening and huge, then shoved it in until his balls touched her ass.
Fran thought it might come out of her mouth, it seemed to go so far inside her.
Marie's cunt was moving hard and tight, working good around Tommy's itching prick. She was a good, close fuck. He began to hunch hard and shoot his load.
The sailor rammed all. his prick into Fran as she squirmed around it. Tommy watched Joey's ass and balls jerk as he shot off. Fran was moaning and writhing as his huge cock erupted inside her.
The sailor shot such a big load that it oozed out of her cunt and dripped on Tommy's lips. Then the sailor pulled out his slippery prick and it dangled down toward Tommy's face.
Joe wanted to see the two chicks make it with each other. So Fran and Maire lay down and started sucking each other's cunts, which were wet with their own juices and the men's.
They were lying side by side, a leg over each other's face, the face of each resting inside a tigh. By stretching out behind Fran, Joey could lick her asshole while Marie ate her pussy. Tommy watched the whole show and played with his prick.
It was his first orgy and he was really digging it. Man, would he have something to tell them back in Corpus Christie.
"Come one," he said finally, "let me in on
.
The girls parted and everybody paired off for a sixty-nine. Fran took Joey's hot, swollen cock in her mouth and sucked as he lapped and sucked her cunt. Tommy got his mouth between Marie's legs and began to lick her as she swallowed his stiff prick.
The room was full of sucking sounds and moaning and groaning as the four of them writhed together on the floor, all coming together and "slurping up each other's hot come.
All four got into the shower together and soaped each other up. After they had dried off they went into the bedroom. But it was a long time before anyone went to sleep.
Before Fran realized it, she was getting aroused once again. She was stretched out on her back and Marie moved between her legs and began to lick her pussy.
Joe got a big hard-on watching her being sucked off and he straddle her face, his long cock pointed down toward Marie.
He straddled wide so Fran could get her tongue deep in his asshole. Tommy straddled Fran's chest and rubbed her big tits against his prick and balls and ass. He watched her fondle Joe's cock as she trenched his ass.
Fran was all worked up now. She wanted to be fucked good and proper by Joey's big cock She asked him to lay on his back.
She knelt between his thick legs, facing him and opening her cunt wide. She lowered herself and let his hot prick slip into her as she slid down around his throbbing dick until she was full of it.
As they settled down to a good, long fuck, Joey had Marie straddle his face then lean back, her head on his stomach. He could lick her juicy cunt while watching Fran's cunt cover his prick. Tommy climbed over Marie and she licked his balls and ass while he watched Joey fill Fran full of prick. Then Marie took Tommy's stiff cock in her mouth up to his balls.
As Joey licked deep in Marie's tight cunt, he could watch Tommy getting sucked off, all his prick in the chick's mouth while she worked her finger up his ass.
Joe felt Marie come and he lapped it up. Marie sucked like a demon on Tommy's quivering cock and tickled his balls. Fran felt Joey's slippery cock stiffen and burst inside her.
But she herself hadn't come yet, so she raised up, letting Joe's prick slide out. She stood in front of Tommy with her legs spread wide.
Tommy was about to come and her cunt looked good. He pulled her crotch against his face, lapping the sticky come which oozed out of it until his mouth was full.
His tongue licked her clitoris and she shuddered, writhing and squirming her wet pussy all over his face, and began to come as he let loose a hot stream in Marie's mouth.
Marie had to leave soon afterward. And after Fran and Joey had a drink together, he had to leave too, to get back to his ship. When he was dressed, he gave her a big kiss.
"I'm going to miss you, baby," he said.
"You're sweet," she said, fondling his limp prick beneath his pants.
"I'll be shipping out tomorrow. I'll probably be gone a month of Sundays. Can I see you when I get back?"
"You can always call," she said cheerfully.
He said goodbye to Tommy and she waved as he disappeared down the stairs.
Tommy was yawning and she decided he could sleep on the couch after all.
She lay awake a long time, wondering what she could do about Marc and Amy.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Bus Ride
That first day in town had set Tommy off on a full-scale romance. He spent most of his time with Marie and was seldom at the apartment.
Fran was earnestly looking for a job modeling and had registered with several agencies. She stayed at home a lot waiting and hoping to hear from one.
One morning, Amy called again.
"Well, Fran, all set?"
"Amy, don't, please don't force me to make that movie."
"No nonsense now. On Friday of next week, you be at the same studio as last time."
She hung up and Fran was almost in tears. She decided that sitting around the house wouldn't do her any good, so she put on her best dress and took a cab uptown.
She went to a few bars she had heard about, but got tired of fending off strangers. What she needed was someone she knew well. She was tired of strangers.
She had dinner alone at the same French restaurant where Frank had taken her. She treated herself to a half bottle of champagne.
It was late when she got home. She was a little drunk and more than a little depressed. When she walked into her apartment, Frank was sitting there with a drink in his hand.
She threw herself in his arms and cried on his shoulder.
"Hey, what is it?"
"Just glad to see you," she said. "You sure?"
"Yes."
He looked so cheerful and everything that she didn't want to depress him with her problems, especially since it was something she had gotten herself into out of carelessness."
"I've got great news," he said. "I'm going out to Hollywood to be on a television program. They're paying all expenses plus five g's."
"Oh, Frank, that's great."
"And they may want me to make a movie."
"Wonderful!"
"I'll be there a couple of weeks then on to Las Vegas for three weeks. And you know something else? The company expects my record to hit the million mark by next week."
"I can't get over it."
"All I have to do now is find another guitar player for die group that backs me up. The one I had got drafted."
"A guitar player? I know just the guy."
"Who?"
"My brother. Darn it, I wish he was here."
"He is. He and Marie are in the bedroom. They let me in and we introduced ourselves. But I think he had his mind on something else."
Fran went to the bedroom and opened the door. Tommy and Marie were fucking up a storm and were so busy humping, they didn't even notice her.
"Tom," Fran said, "stop that nonsense and come in here."
"Just one second," he mumbled, out of breath, as he kept hunching his ass and prick into Marie's tight cunt.
A few minutes later he came into the living room, wearing only a pair of jeans. Marie slipped into the shower.
"Tommy, remember the guy I mentioned who might help you join a rock group?"
"Sure."
"This is him."
"Oh. Frank, you didn't say you were a musician."
"I din't get a chance to say much of anything," Frank said, laughing.
"Frank's record is a big hit," Fran said.
"Inspired by your sister, I might add," Frank said.
"Are you the guy who made 'Sweet Fran'?"
"That's me."
Frank and Tommy began talking about rock and roll music while Fran made sandwiches. Marie came in to help her and they all sat around and listened to Tommy play. Fran was surprised that he was pretty good.
Frank had him play another number and he listened carefully. When Tommy had finished, Frank smiled.
"You've got yourself a job, man. Can you leave for California tomorrow?"
"Yipee! You bet I can!" he shouted, jumping up and whirling Fran and Marie around the room.
It was almost dawn before Fran and Frank climbed into bed. Frank had gone out and bought lots of champagne so they could celebrate. Everybody got high and everybody got naked and everybody got to be good friends before the evening was over.
As Fran lay in Frank's arms, she couldn't sleep. Everything was turning out perfectly for everyone but her. Frank's career was off to a great start and she couldn't imagine anything keeping him from the top.
And now, Tommy had a job beyond his wildest dreams. And he was taking Marie with him.
The worse thing of .all was that Frank had somehow taken it for granted that she was going with him. It was the chance of a lifetime and she couldn't take it.
Bob would be coming home on leave soon and she had to see him, had to find out once and for all if she was really in love with him.
The next morning she told Frank that she wouldn't be able to leave with him. She told him about Bob, too.
"Well, baby," he said, "if this guy turns out to be a dud or something, I'll be waiting for you."
She rode in a cab with Frank and Tommy up to Marie's to get her things. Then they all went out to the airport together and Fran waved them off in the plane with tears in her eyes.
Every few days after they left, Amy called up to remind her about the movie. She would hang up on Amy, but she couldn't get her mind off the idea.
A long letter from Bob came with pictures. It cheered her up a little but made her horny. She was thinking about Bob's nice hard cock and what she would do with if when he came to town.
Her thoughts only made her lonelier and more depressed. By mid-afternoon she had a bad headache and it got worse when she heard a terrible noise outside.
Peering out her window, she saw a construction gang with a drib tearing up the street. She couldn't stand the noise She grabbed her purse and ran out. She had a couple of drinks at a bar and she felt worse.
There didn't seem to be any end of the demands of Amy and Marc. What if it went on forever? What would Bob say if he found out?
In a fit of panic, Fran took a cab to the bus station. She thought only of running away somewhere. She bought a ticket to New Haven. She didn't know what she would do when she got there and she didn't care.
It was almost dark when the bus left and it was almost full. There was a seat next to an elderly woman and one next to a teen-ager in the back of the bus. She chose the back seat.
The kid wasn't bad looking and he let her sit by the window. He was reading a paperback with a naked blonde on the cover.
He had what looked like a semi-hard-on. Maybe, she thought, hell take my mind off things. She closed her eyes, hoping to forget her problems. The boy turned off the light and put the book away.
She felt his knee against her thigh. She returned the pressure. After-a while his hand touched her knee. She parted her knees and he moved up to her crotch. He got her panties out of the way and started finger-fucking her.
She reached over and felt his crotch. His prick was hard. She unbuttoned his pants and reached in. He wasn't wearing shorts and she closed her hand around his hot, young cock. Surprised, she saw it was a good size.
She had him change places with her and when he was settled, she fished out his prick, leaned over and started sucking it.
He couldn't believe it. She took it all in her mouth.
She tickled his balls and when she tickled his asshole he hunched and his prick started jerking and squirting his come.
She sucked until he was dry.
She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but almost everyone was asleep. After the boy got himself buttoned up, he started fingering her again.
When the bus stopped for a twenty minutes rest, she went to the ladies' room and put in a dune and sat down. She heard a commotion in the next stall and peeked through a small hole in the partition.
She had seen the two girls on the bus, both college age. One of them sat on the commode and the other stood before her with her dress raised. The seated girl rubbed and kissed the crotch of the other's panties.
Then she pulled them down and started licking the girl's cunt. The one standing came closer, spreading her legs, and Fran could see the tongue slide in her cunt.
The seated girl must have been good at it, because the other girl came in a hurry. The one seated tried to get the other to lick her, but she was scared.
"There's someone in the next booth," the girl protested.
Fran was all hot and bothered. When she stepped out of the booth, she saw the scared girl run out the door. The other one came from the booth. Fran stepped up to her. She could almost smell the girl's hot pussy.
She reached down and boldly put her hand on the girl's thigh and worked up to her hot cunt. The girl was all worked up and hunched against Fran's hand.
Fran led her over to the large booth marked shower and put the money in. It was completely closed in and there was plenty of privacy.
She jerked down the girl's panties and then her own and lay on her back. The girl knelt over her face and she hungrily sucked and licked the girl's hairy, young cunt.
The girl stretched out until her face was over Fran's crotch. She spread Fran's thighs and started licking her pussy which was good and wet. They made each other come in a hurry.
When Fran came out of the ladies' room, she found that the bus had already left. She never knew what happened to the other girl. She wasn't too upset about. the bus leaving without her.
After ah, there seemed no point in her going on and on, running away, and simply trying to take her mind off her problems with a steady dose of sex.
Not that she had anything against a steady dose, but she had to get a few things settled first.
She ordered a cup of coffee at the lunch counter and waited for the next bus back to the city. What a wild goose chase it had been.
Oh, well, what the hell. She had had a few kicks.
Finally the bus arrived. She climbed on and found an empty seat. Before the bus had left the station to head for the city, she had already gone to sleep.
It was dawn when she got to the city.
She took a cab home and went into her apartment.
Things seemed at their worst at that moment in the cold gray light of early morning. She went into the bedroom, collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bob
Fran awoke from a lovely dream. Bob was leaning over her, gently shaking her and calling her name.
"Fran, Fran, baby, wake up."
Then she raised straight up in bed, almost screaming with happiness.
It wasn't a dream. It was Bob!
She clung to him and kissed him until neither of them could breathe. When both could get their breaths, they began talking.
"How did you get in?" Fran asked.
"I buzzed and buzzed and couldn't get an answer. Finally the super noticed me and I told him who I was and that I just got out of basic training. He said he was proud of soldiers like me and all that, then he let me in."
"Oh, Bob, you don't know how glad I am to see you."
"If you're any gladder than I am, you'll explode."
He began hugging and kissing her and Fran burst into tears. She held him close and sobbed out all the frustration that had been building for so long.
Bob kept trying to calm her and finally the sobbing subsided.
She knew that there was no holding back the truth from him. If they were going to have any kind of future together, she would have to tell him the truth.
And besides, maybe he could think of some way of handling Amy and Marc.
"Bob," she said, "I've got to tell you something. You must sit right there and not say a word. It's an awful lot, and you may not like me much after this, but I've got to tell you everything."
She began to talk and Bob listened closely with a slight frown crossing his face from time to time.
She told him everything that happened to her since coming to the big city. She talked about her relationship with Amy and how it all came about.
She even told him all about Fran, and Marie, and even what had gone on between her and Tommy, and the two sailors, and on and on.
She left the part about the movie she had made until last. Then she slowly outlined the story and what she had done with the boys while making the moveie. .
When she finished, Bob said tenderly, "Damn it, I'd like to see the movie."
"Oh, Bob," she wailed, "please be serious."
"I am being serious," he said with a grin. "I'd really dig seeing the movie."
"Then you don't hate me for it?"
"How could I? I've had movies like that running through my head since I was old enough to jerk off. Besides, I haven't told you all the things I've done since I last saw you. But what bothers me, and the only thing mat you've told me that really does make me mad, is that I don't like the idea of you being blackmailed."
"And it's still going on. They're trying to force me into making another movie with a whole gang of marines. I don't know what to do."
"None of that. The army's in town now."
"Bob, what am I going to do?"
"You just leave that to me, baby. I've got several friends, army buddies, at a hotel downtown. Well handle it."
Bob insisted on trying to settle Fran's problems immediately. His plans were to go get several of his buddies and have a showdown with Marc, Amy and the others and to retrieve the photographs, negatives, and the other film.
"But we haven't had any time together," Fran protested. "You can't leave now."
"I can't relax until I know you're out of trouble," he said. "And I know you'll feel better, too."
She could tell he was really fighting mad.
And she was proud of him for sticking up for her and for taking care of her. She gave him a deep, long kiss and he set out to avenge her. She watched him leave with a shiver of excitement running down her spine.
After he was gone, she began to worry. Maybe Marc was even more dangerous than she thought. Something terrible might happen to Bob. But the knowledge that he would have several of his big, tough army buddies with him made her feel better.
She tried to keep cheerful. She cleaned the apartment and ordered steaks, plenty of beer and liquor, two bottles of champange and other things that she thought Bob might like.
Then she showered and put on her sexiest skirt and blouse with her sheerest underwear underneath. Everything was ready for a real homecoming for Bob.
But as the hours went by and there was no sign of him, she began to pace the floor, peering out the window occasionally, and standing still, listening for footsteps.
She had forgotten to check the mail, so she went downstairs to the mail box. There was a short note from Tommy saying that they had arrived, that he had gone straight to work, and that they all missed her and wished she would take the next plane and come and join them.
He said he really dug it out there and liked the guys he worked with. Marie sent her love.
There was also a letter from Frank.
Dearest Fran, Everything's going great. And I want you to know that I owe
it all to you. When I first met you not many weeks ago, I was one hung-up
cat. I didn't know anybody and I thought the city was the coldest place in
the world.
After we met, and you shared everything you had with me, my luck changed.
To tell the truth, I would never have had the heart to go out there and
make that record if it hadn't been for you.
So I'm sending you a check If you don't accept it, I'll really feel bad.
The way things are going, I'm making so much money that it will all go to
taxes anyway. If it hadn't been for you, I would have spent much more than
this on a shrink.
I've rented a swinging beach house. It's very private and we have our own
pool and we can all swim naked whenever we want to.
If you want to bring that lucky private out here, it's fine with me. If
not, take the money and have yourself a real ball somewhere.
If you ever need anything, just let me know.
Love, Frank
She stared at the check in disbelief. It was for twenty-five hundred dollars.
She wondered if she could tell Bob about the letter. What would he say about the check? But she was determined to be perfectly honest with him.
When it got to be dark and Bob wasn't back yet, Fran was sick with worry. She imagined him beaten up and in the hospital or maybe in jail. But she still had a small spark of hope and put a bottle of champagne on ice.
When the buzzer rang, she answered, and ran out into the hall.
Bob came up die stairs, beaming. He calmed her down and apologized for not telephoning.
Then he told her how he and his friends had roughed up Marc a little and destroyed all but one copy of the movie she had made. He then produced the last remaining print of the film.
"Some day," he said with a sly grin, "I want to see this film and that's why I saved it." He tossed ft to her.
Then he said he had all the negatives and pictures and they lit a fire in the ashtray and burned them, watching the flames lick the air.
He grinned.
"I haven't told you the best part."
He and his army buddies had made Marc go ahead and shoot the film with Amy as the star, along with Bob's buddies who wanted part of the action. Amy had passed out finally.-
Fran asked if he had taken part in the action.
"No, I was saving it for you, baby."
He kissed her hard and Fran started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Let me take a shower and then well really celebrate," he told her, his eyes dancing.
A few minutes later he came into the bedroom, freshly showered, tall, lean and muscular in his jockey shorts. Fran thought she would swoon. She was waiting for him in her bra and panties. The shades were drawn and a record played softly.
She stared at the tall, handsome young man, her eyes watering. He wanted her so much, he was unable to rush. As he stared at her, she saw his cock lengthen and push out beneath his shorts.
Slowly, he walked toward her. As he approached her, she romoved her bra and let it fall. He came into her arms, and she came into his, her smooth, round breasts flattening against his hard chest. She could feel his nipples harden as hers erected and prickled against him.
They were so close now that she could feel the entire throbbing length of his cock against her cunt.
Gently he lay her hack on the bed and began to caress her full breasts, first with his hand, then with his tongue and his hot lips. His mouth sought out every curve of her creamy breasts and his tongue and lips tingled her nipples.
"Baby, I've waited so long for this."
She could not speak. She could only moan quietly as his kisses moved down her stomach, the tongue sliding into her navel, down, until his full, silken lips were kissing her lower stomach, lower and lower until his hot breath ripped through the hair of her cunt and tickled the lips of her pussy awake.
His tongue bathed her feverish thighs, down one and up the other until his hot breathe blew between her legs again, awakening her as none other had.
Her hands ran through his hair as he slowly pulled her panties down, kissing her all the while, making her moan low. Then he began to kiss her thighs and carves. Slowly he drew her panties off her long, creamy legs and licked up her thigh once more.
His lips kissed all through the hair between her legs and then down, down until his hot breath seemed to enter her like a huge fiery dragon tongue. She opened to him as his luscious tongue licked the entire length of her trembling pussy.
The hot, wet tongue covered all her eager flesh and she spread wide, wider for him, and with a low moan of exquisite pleasure, his slippery, firm tongue entered her feverish cunt and explored the tender, excited flesh, tasting it sweet, hidden juices and causing her to writhe, gasping for breath as the unbearable tender and exciting tongue licked her hot, oozing pussy.
"Oh, Bob, Bob," she cried out softly, caressing his head and writhing.
His hungry tongue probed into her like a cock, softly piercing and thrilling, and found her swollen clit and worked on it, bringing tears of pleasure to her eyes as she shivered, coming for the first time as on, further, deeper, he licked her juicy split until the pleasure kept building and his silken full lips slid hotly against her cunt.
Then he reached up with masterful hands to massage her tingling breasts. Then he brought them down to her hips where he cupped the plump cheeks of her ass and lifted her, bringing her hot delicious cunt closer to his hot, sucking mouth.
She moved her legs up to his shoulders and it seemed that she came again and again, her moans of pleasure intermingled with his as his tongue pierced her with thrill after thrill. He tickled her clit, again and again and again, until she cried out.
"Oh," she said.
And she couldn't stop, twisting, coming around his tongue which brought tears to her eyes and made her finally pull back, almost screaming with pleasure, and close her legs, afraid she would burst apart with pure joy.
Bob moved up beside her and put his feverish, juice-smeared lips against her own. She licked them and their tongues met and fires kept searing through her body as her arms encircled his naked, muscular back and her crotch moved, writhing against his hard cock, straining under his jockey shorts.
Gently she eased him on his back and licked his full lips and kissed his strong, thick neck, the muscles of his arms and the fine hair beneath them. She loved the steaming aura of male sweat and soap.
Her lips moved over his chest, sought out the nipples which sprang up against her tongue. His body was like hot elastic as she kissed down it, down the lean, muscled stomach into the slight dent of his navel, down, feeling the firmness and the thin line of hair on his lower stomach, down until her lips touched the soft, clean fabric of his shorts and she could smell his hot cock and then saw it, long and vibrant, stretched urgent and strong beneath the cloth.
Beneath the cotton, her mouth could feel the proud pulsing head and her lips pressed against it and she breathed hot air through to his tender skin as she kissed the length of the strong cock, down, until she traced the gentle curves of his tight balls, alive and tingling with his juices.
"Baby, baby, I'm afraid I'm going to come," he whispered hoarsely.
"Not yet," she whispered, caressing his thick, smooth hairy thighs. "Wait for me, baby! Wait!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dream And Scream
Their love-making was the most beautiful experience ever imagined. They were perfect together. Fran's orgasm was for the first time, so exhausting that she. fell asleep quickly and soundly in her lover's arms.
Her breathing was steady and even and a small smile curled the corners of her mouth. Bob thought that she looked like an angel lying there in his arms.
He stroked her hair gently and spoke to her softly.
"Oh, my Fran. You were no innocent when you left Texas. You little nut, always searching for adventure. I guess you got your belly full, didn't you babe?"
It seemed as if Fran was listening. Her response was to cuddle in closer to Bob and give out a tender little sigh.
"That's it, baby, you sleep nice and tight. No one will ever hurt you again ... not as long as I'm here to protect you from the scum in this world."
The soothing whispers seemed to have an effect on both of them. Before too long, they were both peacefully asleep.
Bob slept for a couple of hours. He awoke with a start. He looked over at Fran and saw she was still sleeping soundly. He decided to get himself a beer.
Unfortunately, Fran's refrigerator was bare of any sort of cooling refreshment. Bob knew that there was one of those all night delis near-by and threw on some clothes.
He didn't think Fran would miss him in those few short minutes he would be gone.
He gave her one quick check again and felt that he was right in his original assumption. In a couple of minutes he was down the stairs and on his way to the deli.
Marc and Amy didn't exactly love sitting on Fran's fire escape waiting for their chance to pounce. They saw Bob leave the bedroom and not return so they assumed the coast was clear.
Fortunately for them, Fran had not locked her bedroom window. Marc carefully inched it up until there was enough room for them to crawl in.
Marc wasn't exactly looking gorgeous. He had two black eyes and numerous bruises scattered over his face ... his disposition didn't help matter any either.
Marc was very bitter about his beating. It never occurred to him that he deserved it. Marc was above reproach as far as he was concerned. He would seek his revenge.
Now the time was right and he intended to get it. Amy was a cunt, so she whole-heartedly agreed with Marc.
Fran didn't hear the intruders enter. She didn't even hear them creeping over to her bed and begin to bind her. Unconsciously she believed that Bob was still there. So anything that touched her body didn't frighten her.
Before Fran came to the realization that someone else was in the room and it wasn't Bob her hands and one foot were tied securely to different bedposts.
Fran's eyes opened in disbelief. Her eyes searched frantically for Bob. He was not there. He had deserted her. She was forlorn and terrified.
"What's the matter, pussycat? Something bothering you?" Amy sneered. "You didn't really think that we were letting you get away with this, did you? Your lover boy isn't here to protect you, baby, so your all ours now!"
"No, Amy, no ... please what are you going to do to me?"
"This is one experience you will never forget for as long as you live!" Amy growled.
Fran fought as much as she could with her one free leg. She thrashed it around wildly. At one point she kicked Amy squarely in the face with it.
Blood began gushing from Amy's nose like a waterfall. Marc immediately intervened and twisted Fran's leg to the point that she was sure it was going to break off.
Amy went wild. She helped Bob secure Fran's leg and tied it almost painfully to the fourth bedpost. These were mean, sadistic people. They didn't just bind her with ordinary rope. They used hide and wet it.
It wouldn't be too long before Fran would feel the excruciating pain of the drying, shrinking hide cutting into her wrists and ankles.
"You, my darling, are going to get the shit beat out of you," Marc growled. "So brace yourself for what's to come."
"Oh, God, please don't hurt me. I haven't done anything to you."
"Are you serious?" shrieked Amy. "You little fuck, you had the shit beat out of Marc and had me almost fucked to death."
"My God, are both of you insane? What about what you did to me? The fuckings, the humiliations, the pictures you used to blackmail me into doing the filthy, degrading films of yours. What's the matter, Amy, it's all right for you to give it out but not good for you to get it back."
Her words only antagonized the gruesome duet even more. There was one thing they didn't like to hear and that was the truth.
"Okay cunt, I get the idea, in your head it's what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Well, I've got news for you, Amy and I are not ganders."
Amy could take Fran's antagonization no longer. She pulled the garrison belt from her jeans and raised it high over her head. The first blow landed on Fran's right tit. The buckle cut a deep gash in it and the blood was oozing freely from it.
Fran screamed with the pain and tried to wiggle away from her attackers, but the hide was already beginning to dry and was tearing painfully into Fran's wrists and ankles.
The skin in the bound areas was raw but had not begun to bleed yet.
"I'll take a six pack of Millers," Bob politely asked the man behind the counter.
"That'll be a buck sixty-nine, buddy," the man grumbled.
Bob handed over the exact amount, picked up his package and left the store. Just as he was walking out the door, he crashed into one of his old army buddies.
"Hey Bob, what's new. We really did that guy over didn't we?"
"Yeah, Jim, the poor slob didn't know what hit him," he laughed.
"I'll bet that chick of his will be walking bow-legged for a couple of weeks. She was a first class cunt anyway, so I'm not feeling any pangs of guilt."
"Naw, there's no' reason to. Boy, you should see how happy and calm Fran is. She home sleeping like a baby right now."
"Hey that's cool, why don't you and I stop for a couple since she's asleep."
"Geez, I hate to leave her alone, especially now. She's really depending on me. It's not that I really do anything, but I think that just having me around makes her feel a lot more secure."
"Christ, Bob, you said she was sleeping like a brick, so she won't miss you."
"Yeah, I guess so, but just a short one okay?"
"Okay, cunt, you're going to get yours now. You're really going to get it good!" Amy growled.
She began whipping the hell out of the poor girl. Fran's screams of pain frightened them. They were sure someone would hear her so they took action.
"Gag her Marc, for Christ sakes, before someone hears and gets suspicious."
Marc quickly sprang into action. He tore off a piece of the bedsheet and began trying to stuff in into Fran's dainty mouth.
Fran was able to shake her head free and took a good bite out of Marc's hand. He winced in pain and then backhanded Fran squarely across the mouth.
The blood gushed from her split hp and one tooth dangled precariously from her mouth. Amy, by this time, had her fingers tightly woven through Fran's hair and held her head still while Marc stuffed the strip of sheet almost down Amy's throat.
The blood was running back into Fran's mouth and she wanted to vomit from the taste. It trickled down her throat and she kept gagging because she couldn't swallow properly with the gag stuffed so tightly in her mouth.
"Now darling, for the real treat," Amy sneered. "We know how much you dig being fucked. So Marc is going to fuck you royally. I think you'd better enjoy it because it's probably the last good fuck you'll ever have."
Fran was terrified. They were going to kill her she thought to herself. She rolled her head from side to side in protest, muffled screams of agony and terror escaping her throat.
"Oh, no, love, we're not going to kill you if that's what you're afraid of. We're just going to fix it so that you'll be chaste for the rest of your life."
The thought of it almost killed Fran instantly. She'd rather be dead than not be able to fuck Bob again.
Marc pulled his huge cock free of his pants and placed a sheathe over it. It wasn't just an ordinary condom. Little wires stuck menacingly out of it. His prick looked more like a porcupine than an object of pleasure.
Marc positioned himself between Fran's legs and placed his leathal weapon at the entrance of Fran's hole.
Fran tried desperately to pull away but the hide was now cutting her skin and she was starting to bleed. If she tried making his entry difficult, she would tear her wrists and ankles to shreds. If she allowed him to impale her with his weapon she would be ruined for life.
Tears began streaming down her face. It was futile. She couldn't even depend on Bob. He had left her alone and now she had no recourse but to submit and face life as a celebite.
Without thinking about it twice, Marc lunged forward burying his rod deep inside of Fran. The pain was excruciating. Fran passed out. But Amy wanted her to feel every inch of agony and kept slapping her back to consciousness.
"Oh, no baby, you're not going to cop out on this one. You're going to feel every delicious morsel of pain!" Amy said, gritting her teeth menacingly.
Marc continued plunging in and out of Fran's shredded cunt. She could feel the blood trickling down her legs. She knew she had had it. She lapsed into a state of semi-shock.
Marc was ready to come. As, usual, Marc didn't give a shit about anyone else. He intended to have his climax regardless of the circumstances.
Amy saw his body stiffen and knew that her boyfriend was ready to shoot his load. Amy knew what it would feel like to Fran. They had snipped the tip of the condom off so that Marc's come would be spilled into her shredded vagina.
When Fran felt his white-hot come shooting into her shredded cunt canal her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out cold.
Amy and Marc took advantage of her helpless situation. They untied her restraints and rolled her over into a prone spread-eagled position.
They retied her wrists and ankles which, by this time, were bleeding profusely.
Amy then threw a glass of icy cold water on Fran's face to bring her back to consciouness. By the time Fran was coherent again she realized her new position and felt Marc spreading her asscheeks.
She couldn't even react although she knew what she was in store for. She was ruined anyway, what's the difference now.
Without any mercy, Marc plummeted into Fran's tiny asshole. This time Fran passed out immediately. The pain was excrutiating. The tearing, the stretching, the blood, the shear agony were too much for any human to take.
If Fran could have willed it, she would have gladly died right then and there.
Marc continued his murderous rape of Fran's asshole until the bastard was ready to come again. He let out a moan of ecstasy when he felt his balls tighten and the sperm began to travel the length of his rod.
Mercifully, Fran was out cold and didn't feel the excrutiating burning his come caused in her anal passage.
Marc pulled off the torturous condom and laid it carefully across Fran's mutulated buttocks.
He went to the bathroom and washed himself off leisurely. He was in no rush. What the fuck, he hadn't enjoyed anything so much in his entire life.
He even loved seeing the torrents of blood flooding from Fran's mutilated holes. When he was through, he and Amy stole from the apartment in a very good mood. They considered this adventure of theirs justified.
Bob walked cheerily up the apartment stairs. He opened the door to the pad and put his six-pack in the refrigerator. He walked into the bathroom and took off his clothes.
He was going to wake Fran up. He wanted desperately to make love to her.
When he walked into the bedroom, he couldn't believe his eyes. There was Fran unconscious and bleeding to death.
On her spine was a note with huge block printing on it. It read: "See baby, the good guys don't always win!"
