"Do it again, Frank," she moaned. "I love it when you run your hands all over my tits like that." Joanne Richards snuggled closer to her boyfriend. Frank was just about the best lay she'd ever found and she was desperately in love with him.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She just wished he wouldn't stay so remote. He showed virtually no emotion, even when they were fucking. It was almost as if he were a robot programmed to perform certain sexual acts and nothing else.
Joanne knew the man really wasn't like that at all. He just seemed to be made out of a clockwork mechanism. When his cock drove hard and fast into her cunt, he proved he wasn't a machine. No machine had a prick so warm and vibrant and all male.
He loved her as much as she did him. She was certain of that. He didn't show his emotions like she did. The girl could handle that, even if she didn't like it. A little more enthusiasm on his part and everything would have been simply perfect.
"So you like it, huh? Your nipple's getting hard again," he observed as if saying the sun was coming up or the doorbell was ringing.
"Of course it is, silly!" she cried. "It wants your mouth on it! Give me your mouth all over my poor little titties!"
She thrust her tits out so there could be no mistaking her intent. Her nipples were a fierce red now. Desire caused her breath to come in quick, sharp pants. She was hardly able to control herself. She knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted his cock. He just didn't show it.
His black eyes were like lumps of coal. Emotionless, cold as the very night, but they could blaze with fury when he got mad. Right now there was nothing she could read behind those chips of ebony. -
"Okay," was all he said.
She had to reassure herself of his lust for her. Her hand groped down until she found his prick. It was rigid and throbbing with desire. There was no way he could be as emotionless as he seemed, not and have a massive hard-on like he did.
A tiny gasp escaped her lips. His lips had connected firmly with the very tip of her boob. She felt his tongue roughly caress her soft flesh. The tormenting tongue lashed out and pressed firmly down into her blood-engorged nipple. If a red-hot needle had been jammed into her chest, the sensation couldn't have been more intense.
This was what she wanted, what she needed.
The girl didn't want just sex. She wanted sex with the man she so dearly loved. And lots of it. It didn't do her any good to be screwed once or twice a week. She needed a good lay every night, and more than once. Frank had lighted the flames of passion in her nineteen-year-old, athletically trim body. And he could stroke those fires until they were both satisfied.
That was all she wanted out of life.
It didn't matter that her family had virtually thrown her out of the house when she'd told them she was going to life with Frank. She had Frank. She didn't need them like she needed his hard-driving prick.
He was her entire world. He was all she needed. Him and his eight-inch cock fucking her.
"Your mouth's so hot! And your tongue! You're driving me mad with desire! Fuck me now! I want your cock inside me fucking hard!"
He mumbled something around the tasty mouthful of marshmallowy tit. She couldn't decide what he said, nor did it matter to her. His mouth was giving her all the oral love she could ask for right now.
She rolled over and found his thigh. She locked her legs around it so her pussy rubbed against his leg. The hairy thigh stimulated her as she rocked back and forth.
Each time she moved, new waves of sensation crashed into her body. Already her cunt was drooling. As she massaged her pussy lips against his firmly muscled leg, she was driving her own desires to the breaking point. It wouldn't take much more of this and she'd come.
He'd shown her exactly how low her threshold of sex actually was. Or maybe it was just being with him that got her off. She didn't know or care. His cock was superbly long and hard and he fucked her until she got off a dozen times-and this was after she'd already come three or four times.
Everything was exactly as all the storybooks told it.
His mouth moved lower on her tit. She shrugged her shoulders so that she could wantonly shove her tits even closer to his face. The way his tongue carefully worked down the satiny smooth slope of her tit told her he was building up to a royal fucking this time.
The first few times that night had been okay. They'd been more than okay, they'd been super. But now he was going to pull out all the stops and fuck the living hell out of her.
The way his mouth moved along her boobs told her all this and more.
She continued rocking back and forth on his upper thigh until it was coated with her fuck juices.
His hand gripped down hard on her ass and pulled her around so she was flat on her back again and then pressed her legs wide. She willingly spread as wide as she could for her lover. She needed his cock to keep her content. Without that spike of hot flesh, she'd go crazy.
There was nothing gentle about the way he entered her. Just a sudden lunge and he was buried balls deep up her cunt. The burning rod of his cock surging up her cunt took her breath away. One second her pussy had been hungry for cock, empty and achingly hollow. Then it was given all the prick it could take.
The feelings blasted through her body and threatened to make her pass out. She'd always thought the fainting heroine bit was something an over-imaginative writer had come up with. Now she knew how true that was.
Any chick getting fucked by this huge prick would be hard pressed to keep from blacking out in sheer pleasure!
"Oh, oh, god, that's what I waaaaant!" she moaned.
"Like it, huh?"
"Love it! More! Give me all your lovely cock as hard as you can! Ride me, ride me hard!"
His hips slid back and his cock vanished from her clutching pussy. The screaming hoUowness returned and she almost cried out. Then the burning entry of his cock took her breath away again. He started fucking her with all the power locked in his lithe body.
He was older than she was, more experienced, but that meant nothing to her. He'd taught her everything she needed to know about making love. She could take his mighty bludgeon of prick and grip it with her stomach muscles until he gasped. Her cunt walls had been trained to the point where she could almost hold him inside her, warming her twat, making her feel like a complete woman.
"More, I need more of you!"
He let his actions answer for him. Heavy hands gripped tightly on her tits as he continued to drive hard into her cunt. He was stimulating her in two separate zones now.
She found it harder and harder to separate the feelings assaulting her body. The rumbles from the way he rhythmically mauled her tits collided with the ripples coming up from her well-fucked cunt. The two sensations combined and created a sexual tension inside her that threatened to push her over the brink of orgasm.
She concentrated first on his hands, then on his cock. That might string her out a big longer, prolong the wonderful sensations rampaging through her belly and chest.
His fingers left burning streaks wherever they touched. He was tweaking the hard buttons of her nipples, rolling them around like marbles. Now and then, he'd push them down hard into the softness of her titflesh. This made her gasp and cry out in joy.
She loved it. She wanted-needed-more!
His cock was a tireless piston of flesh. It surged into the softness of her juicy cunt and sent lightning bolts shivering all the way up her spine to explode in her brain.
The girl knew she wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer. She didn't want to come too soon. There was nothing better than getting the fullest pleasure her body could deliver, and getting it all from this wonderful lover's prick.
She worshipped that fucking cock. She needed it like a junkie needs dope. There was nothing in the world she'd rather get than his cock.
Her body was responding on its own now. She was thrashing around the spike of impaling cock in her cunt. Her ass drove down hard in a vain attempt to hammer the cock a little deeper into her guts. A corkscrewing motion of her hips added to her enjoyment. It felt as if his prick was on fire and reaming her out. Her guts were turned to liquid desire. She was stirring around in her belly and it was reducing her to a shivery mass of nothing but carnal lust.
As his bush rubbed wetly across her clit, she came. The entire universe blasted apart around her. She'd never had a climax this powerful before. She was tossed high, then, as she was drifting down, she felt his cock spasmodically jerk and begin hosing out his creamy white jism. The mere touch of his manseed made her come again.
His cock was buried far up her cunt, jerking and bucking as it spewed forth its spunk. The feel of being filled with his cum gave her still another orgasm. His sweet, flowing love was the best thing in the world. The best thing after his hard, fucking cock.
She rode his prick for all it was worth. She continued fucking herself long after his sweat-slippery body had stopped moving above her.
Then his cock was reduced to a limp piece of cooked spaghetti. She looked down and almost had to laugh. It was so silly thinking that the limp prick she saw now had been such a wonderful fucking tool a few short minutes earlier.
But she was the one who'd melted it with her lust! She was the one he loved! And she loved him with all the intensity of her young soul.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Her lips crushed firmly against his. There was little response from the man but she was used to this. Hadn't he just given her the finest gift a man can give a woman?
He should be entitled to a little rest. His lips tasted so good having him pressing down onto her body reassured her he would never leave her. Joanne needed that more than anything else. She couldn't bear the thought of ever losing Frank.
He broke off the kiss with a toss of his head. He pushed back a shock of his unruly black hair and looked down into her blazingly alive eyes with those twin beacons of ice that were his eyes.
"You got any bread left?" he asked.
"Just a little, darling. What I brought with me when I closed out my savings account. But let's not talk about that now. Let's fuck again!"
He pushed away from her a little. "Paid the rent yet this month?"
"No. I... I wasn't sure we'd have enough. Do we have to talk about this right now?"
She had other, more enjoyable things in mind. It was about the only joy she had in life. Frank wasn't working. She couldn't find a job but that would all change. What little money she'd been able to scrape up had gotten them this apartment. It wasn't much but it would do until Frank got a job again and could support both of them.
Until he got that job, though, she didn't mind spending her own money keeping a roof over their heads and food on the table. It was almost a treat for her. She was giving to her man what she expected him to be able to provide when things got better.
And they would. Any day now, Frank would get a job and they'd be rolling in money. She'd show her parents how wrong they were about him then!
"Yeah, I wanna talk about the money now. How much you got left?"
"Not much. Maybe a hundred, a hundred and ten. That's why I avoided Mrs. Cliff this month. I'm sure she'd ask for the rent and we wouldn't have but a couple bucks left afterwards."
"That old bitch don't bother me. I can keep her off your back for a while. But to hell with that. You wanna fuck, we're gonna fuck. Like it?"
"YES!"
She was happy. This was the way it should be. The money problems were temporary. Frank would take good care of her. He'd take as good care of her as he did fucking her. Never had she felt more alive than after a long, loving session in bed with this man.
They screwed again. And once more, it was pure heaven for the girl. She may not have had many men before, but she knew a real stud when she found one, and Frank was one of the best.
She fell asleep with her arms wrapped around his strong, barrel-like chest. She awoke clutching the pillow to her tits. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and then realized Frank wasn't in the tiny apartment. For a moment, she didn't fully understand what all the mess was in the room. She kept a tidy apartment and now it was littered with broken dishes.
Joanne had thought all that banging around had been a nightmare. She hadn't realized she was such a sound sleeper, but who could blame her after the fucking she'd gotten?
She hastily sat up and called, "Frank? Frank! Where are you?"
Fear raced through her. Had someone broken in? Had Frank fought them off and they'd done something terrible to him? She shuddered as the cold floor under her bare feet brought reality to her senses.
Then she saw the note. She'd kept what little money she had in her small jewelry box. On top of the box, its lid ripped off, was a note scrawled on a piece of brown paper sack.
"Decided to split. Sorry about it, kid. I'll get the money back to you sometime. All the food I took, too."
There was no signature but she recognized Frank's handwriting.
Stunned, she sat on the edge of the bed, saying over and over, "You slimy bastard! You left me and took all my money! You slimy bastard!"
Chapter Two
A loud knocking at the door brought her out of her trance. Joanne hastily wrapped the sheets around her naked body and went to the door. She called out, "Who is it?"
"It's Mrs. Cliff. How about the rent? You're a week late already!"
Damn that old bitch, thought Joanne. For a long moment, she didn't know what to say. Frank had taken all the money. There was nothing left to pay the rent with. She'd have to stall. But how?"
"Look, Mrs. Cliff, I've got a little problem-----"
"Your problems are just starting if you don't have the rent to me by noon! And don't give me any of that shit about needing an abortion or how your poor old maiden aunt who looks like me needs a brain operation. I've heard all the stories. Pay up by noon or I'll bounce you on your ass!"
Joanne heard determined footsteps leave her door. There was no doubt the crusty old woman meant every word. If she didn't come up with some money and fast, she'd be evicted.
For a while she cried her heart out. Then she finally decided that wouldn't help at all. She'd have to do something about being deserted like this. She hadn't thought Frank was capable of leaving her.
That was reality. That was what she had to come to grips with. She realized too late that he'd been taking her for a ride. Joanne wryly smiled as she realized she'd asked for everything she'd gotten. Frank had never told her he loved her. She'd loved him and thought that was good enough.
Maybe loving him had been what she wanted most in the world. This was a convenient way of introducing her to the harsh world and the men like Frank who inhabited it.
But still, she couldn't be too bitter. Hadn't he been good in bed? Hadn't he given her a hell of a lot of pleasure? She'd loved every second of that. Maybe that, with the newfound insight he'd just given her, was worth the money she'd lost.
That still didn't solve her problem. She didn't have a job. She'd never worked. Her parents had given hei everything until Frank had come along and she'd gone with him. After a late night phone call a week earlier to her mother, Joanne was convinced that her parents wouldn't take her back in.
Or if-they did, it would be worse than totally rejecting her. She'd have to live in an "I told you so" world that would strip her entirely naked of her pride. Not even Frank's theft destroyed her dignity. It would go if she went crawling back to her parents begging them for forgiveness.
Joanne refused to consider that.
She dressed, thinking as she slowly put on her threadbare clothes. A job was the only way she could get out of her financial bind. Moving to another apartment wasn't the answer. She'd have to come up with the rent and keep Mrs. Cliff happy. The deposit she'd been required to put up, even for this cockroach-infested flop, had been high. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that the old woman would keep every dime of that deposit if the rent wasn't paid.
Joanne simply didn't have the money for another deposit at some other apartment house. Paying the rent was the only answer. But how?
For a brief second, the thought of going out on the street and finding some John raced through her mind. To turn a trick or two would give her the money to keep going until she could get a real job. Joanne shook her head, her brunette hair cascading luxuriously around her shoulders. Hooking wasn't her style. To have some man she didn't even know fucking her was slightly repulsive to her. She'd led a sheltered life.
Frank was only the third man she'd ever slept with. To actually go out and sell her body to a stranger simply wasn't possible. Not unless she got really and truly desperate. And even then ...
Joanne found the evening nexspaper and quickly went through the want ads. Most of them obviously required experienced help. She could make change but would hardly make much of an impression on a prospective employer in her tattered sweatshirt with "LOVE" stencilled on the front and her blue jeans. Most of the jobs being offered were for clerks in department stores. One look at her in all her threadbare clothes and that would be it.
One item caught and held her attention. It was simple, yet intriguing. All it said was: Letter writing. No experience necessary. Good pay for hard workers. See Mr. Worley, 7994 King Place.
Joanne figured she had nothing to lose. She tore the small ad from the paper and went out the door. On the wall outside the apartment was a pay phone. Should she call her parents? One call and a little begging and they would take her back.
Straightening her back, Joanne marched down to Mrs. Cliffs apartment, knocked on the door and waited for the old woman to answer.
"Well, young lady. You come to pay the rent?"
"No, but I want to make a proposition."
"That's not my style. I just want money," the woman answered, her prune face wrinkling in disgust.
"Look, I'm going out on a job interview. If I get the job, I'll be getting some money. Let me stay on until the first paycheck and I'll even see if I can't give you a little more against the next month's rent. "
Mrs. Cliff looked over Joanne, saw her sincerity and finally said, "Either you're the damnedest actress I ever seen or you mean it. Either way, okay. Anybody who can act that good can get any job they want. I'll let you stay on until the end of next week if you get the job."
Then, slyly, the old woman looked at Joanne and added, "What happened to your old man? He split on you?"
Joanne had no reason to deny it. She simply nodded her head.
"It happens," Mrs. Cliff said. "All the time it happens and always to the young girls like you. You could land any man you want and who do you fall head over heels in love with but some prick."
Joanne icily said, "Thank you for letting me have this chance, Mrs. Cliff. I'll get the rent money." Then she spun around and left. The woman's cackling laugh mocked her.
Her ears burned as she went into the street and the brightness of the day. Frank had deserted her. He'd stolen her money. He'd played her for a grade A sucker and then dumped her like a used tissue.
She'd show him. She'd show Mrs. Oiff! She'd show all of those goddamn self-righteous bastards! This job would be her steppingstone to bigger and better things!
When she saw 7994 King Place she wondered how big a step up in the world it would be for her. The front of the building was grimy with the caked soot of years. But this was it for her. She had to have the job. And writing letters sounded like an easy way of getting money. If she had to, she could write all night long and make lots of overtime money.
There was no receptionist at the desk. A glass door had chipped letters painted on it: PEN FRIENDS. She pushed her way through it and saw a heavy-set man perched on a chair behind a massive oak desk. The desk was cluttered with a ton of papers, not a one of which looked crisp and clean and white.
Joanne thought a job as secretary might be even better paying. But she was hardly dressed for applying for a job like that, even in a sleazy place like this.
"Are you the Mr. Worley who put the ad in last night's paper?"
"Sure, doll," he said. She felt vaguely unclean as his eyes worked all over her body. He didn't miss a thing. Every bulge of her loose-hanging tits and her flaring ass and trim legs was carefully studied and filed away in the man's brain.
She had a sudden image of a cesspool. Then she forced herself to say, "I'd like to apply for the job writing letters." [
"I'll just be you would, doll. I bet you would. Sit down and let's talk about it."
She sat on the edge of the straight back wooden chair. The man's attitude seemed more than friendly, it was intimate. She realized in a blinding flash of insight just what she'd have to do to get this job. Equally as fast, she knew she'd do whatever he asked. This job meant that much to her.
The words were all blurred and she only responded with mumbles. Then, crystal sharp, she heard, "So if you, say, do me a favor, why I'd be willing to do you one right back, like giving you the job."
"What do you want me to do?"
The man licked his lips and said, "Just come around the desk and I'll do everything from there. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the hell out of it."
She walked around the desk and let him unsnap her jeans. His hands were trembling as he peeled down her pants to reveal the slender legs underneath. His breath came hot across her flesh and made her shiver in reaction.
"You like this, don't you? You want my prick ramming up here!" She moaned loudly as he suddenly grabbed her snatch and lifted. Even through the panties she wore, she felt a finger driving upwards into her cunt. He didn't rip the thin fabric but he came close.
"Yeah, you love it. All you hot bushes love it. And you're gonna love this even more!"
He unzipped his pants and let his turgid cock spring out. In spite of herself, she found her eyes fastened on the man's quivering prick. It wasn't as long as Frank's prick, but it was long. She suddenly wondered what it would be like having that cock
~-v drilling hard into her yielding cunt.
"Bend over the desk," he ordered.
His hands pushed her exactly where he wanted her. She was face down on the littered desk. Rough hands moved her legs apart, then skinned off her panties. Her naked ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the room.
She heard a sudden intake of breath and a muttered, "Goddamn! I never saw an ass so pretty before! Fuckin' that's gonna be a helluva lot of fun!"
Then she gasped. His long prick came poking between her asscheeks searching out her cunt. The blunt nosecone of the cock unerringly homed in on her twat. For a brief second, it hesitated at her pussy lips. Then it pushed them apart and went racing up into her snatch.
The sudden intrusion all the way up her pussy took her by surprise. She knew what he was doing. She knew where his cock was. When it had lightly brushed her pussy lips, a tiny shiver of anticipation had run through her body.
She realized this wasn't going to be lovemaking but a simple screwing right there on his desk.
In spite of this knowledge, she found herself enjoying the feel of his prick digging into her soft flesh. He parted her sex lips with his thick rod of cock and bored all the way up her cunt. The lewd smuching noise as he fucked her reminded her of all the times she'd fucked with Frank.
It wasn't some toad of a man fucking her from behind. This was her lover. He hadn't left her after all. Closing her eyes, imagining it was his huge cock filling her cunt helped. She began to fantasize. He'd returned to her and was fucking her. He was sorry he'd left her like he had. This would make up for it.
The cock slammed all the way up her cunt. The broad arrowhead spread the cunt walls and created a vacuum deep in her guts as it pulled back. For a second, she thought her insides would follow that cock as it retreated from its warm berth in her pussy.
Then she was actively participating in the fucking. She wanted the job. Pleasuring the man on the other end of that cock was the best way of insuring she got it.
Her naked ass drove back and wiggled sensuously against his hairy thighs. Over and over his cock plunged deep into her flesh. She began rotating her hips to give even deeper penetration up her cunt.
"That's the way I like it, doll. Do it to me good!" came the hoarse voice.
She ignored it and concentrated on the wondrous feel of the prick in her pussy. It stirred buried passions. Her belly was slowly filling with liquid desire. It would soon explode and burn like napalm in her guts. She would come then.
Her fists clenched down tight on papers in front of her. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as she let her body take complete command of the fucking. Her brain was out of gear. Her body was enjoying this. That was the best she could do.
Over and over, that cock surged hard into her velvety cunt. The walls of her pussy began to ripple and tighten. Her orgasm was going to grip her in an iron fist at any second.
"Oh, please, give it to me faster! Faster, damn you, faster!" she yelled. Her ass worked back into the man's groin. She felt the spike of his cock begin to twitch in a wild dance when it was far up her pussy. It wouldn't be long before he started fountaining out his precious cum.
Then she came. Her entire body shuddered and she screamed. Her hips drove backwards hard. Her entire world was that cock fucking her. She could feel its hardness, its heat and steely length.
Then the liquid love began gushing from his cock into her fuck hole. He whitewashed the entire insides of her pussy with his jism.
Panting, Mr. Worley said, "Goddamn, doll, I never felt a manhole as tight as yours. I'd think you were a virgin except you fuck like a goddamn whore!"
She was breathing hard. Joanne realized she was still sprawled across the man's desk, her lily white ass poking up towards him. She started to reach between her legs and wipe away a tiny trickle of his cum, then stopped. Let it run down the inside of her thigh. She didn't doubt he was still watching her every move.
"So do I get the job, Mr. Worley?" Joanne remained stretched out over the desk, then let her ass twitch just a bit. Not enough to be blatant but enough to give the man another hard-on if he had even a single drop of jizz left in his balls.
She must have drained him completely because his cock remained limp. But she heard the words she wanted to hear.
"You've got the job. You can start right away. Down the hall and third door on the left. One of the girls will tell you what to do. And goddamn you, get decent. What if someone came in and saw you bare-ass naked like that?"
"I don't know, Mr. Worley. What if someone did come in and see us like this?"
He glared at her. Joanne quickly pulled on her panties and wiggled back into her skin-tight jeans. She felt the man's eyes on her ass all the way out of the office.
But she was happy. She had a job!
Chapter Three
Joanne found the door Mr. Worley had told her to go through and found a room filled with women, all busily writing at a long table. She wondered what was going on, who to ask.
A sandy-haired girl hardly older than she was looked up from her letter writing and smiled a friendly smile. Joanne sighed and relaxed a little. At least she would have one friend in this odd place.
Maybe she could find out what it was she was supposed to write in all those letters.
The girl stood and came over. "I bet you're a new writer. I'm Mary Beth." She stuck out a hand to be shaken.
Joanne took it and said, "I'm new, all right. So new I don't even know what to do. And my name's Joanne."
"Please to meet you, Joanne." A look Joanne couldn't quite define came into Mary Beth's eyes. "You don't know anything about what goes on here or what we do?"
"All I know is that I had to get screwed to get the job."
"Well put. And in your case probably the literal truth. That's something else we share. Old Worley stuck it to me, too. But I needed the job and what the hell, you know?"
"I know. Too well."
"Here. Take a look at this letter." Mary Beth's eyes never left Joanne's face as she studied her reaction.
Joanne began reading, then gasped. She couldn't believe what she was reading! She read it twice to make sure she hadn't gotten it all wrong.
She blushed a furious red.
Mary Beth laughed. "That's one of the better ones we get to answer. And we answer them exactly as we see'em."
"But
"But nothing. Fifty cents a letter. If you're a damned quick writer, you can crank out a letter every five minutes or so. But writer's cramp will get to you pretty fast," Mary Beth assured her.
"But the letter. My god, it's obscene!"
Mary Beth shrugged. "So what's that mean? There's no court in the country that can define the word. The operation here's pretty simple. Lonely guys out there write those letters. And want a reply to what they've written. No form letters, not for 'Pen Friends'. Each letter is tailor-made to fit the original."
"But this guy says he, oh, shit!"
"Go oh and read it out loud. It'll give you some idea of the milder ones we get to answer every day."
Joanne swallowed hard and then began reading the letter out loud:
I want to tie you up with rough ropes. The ropes'll cut into your flesh. You'll scream for me to stop as I tighten each and every rope. Your tits'll bulge out between the ropes. I'll burn them with my branding irons. And then I'll keep wrapping the rope around you. The rope will cut and dig in and leave ugly red welts on your wonderful, white skin.
When I've got you entirely tied up, then I'll
. take my soldering iron to your flesh. The smell of your singing flesh will fill the room.
Your screams delight me. I keep touching the soldering iron to your skin until it blisters.
Then I'll shove it up your cunt. I'll 4?e deafened by your screams of pain. I love hearing you cry out like that. It makes me hard. I'll take my cock into my hand and spurt my jizz out all over your face. Then I'll leave you hanging there, in pain, wanting me to fuck you and knowing I'm leaving you for good.
Joanne looked up to Mary Beth and asked, "You say this is one of the milder ones? Christ on a crutch, what are the nasty ones like?"
"I was kidding you. That's about a medium one.
Most of them are just from lonely guys who want to hear from a woman. We give'em a little hope.
The ones like this, well, here's what I wrote him.
Go on. Read it out loud, too."
Joanne took up the crudely pencilled letter and read:
The ropes burn my flesh so much. Don't do this to me! I can't stand it much longer. I'm hungry from too little sex. Your cock is the best thing I've ever seen. Please give it to me. Not the pain! I can't stand the pain!
Please don't pull the ropes any tighter. My arms and legs are turning cold. You're cutting off the circulation. My nipples poke through the ropes. Touching them with your soldering iron sends waves of pain through me. But just to have you doing these awful things to me gets me all gooey in the cunt for you. It doesn't matter how much pain you give me. I love you. Do what you will. Give me all the agony you can and I'll love you even more!
But don't leave me! I can't stand your tying me up and using your iron on me, then just turning and leaving. Don't go! Please don't abandon me! I need your cock! The sight of your cum is making me so horny, I just can't stand it any longer! But don't leave me, whatever pain you give me, don't give me that!
"See how it's done? Want to get started?" Mary Beth asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. Are there any, uh, categories? Or do I just open whatever comes up in the bin?"
"Catch as catch can. Keeps it from getting dull. Come on over and sit beside me. I'll keep you company and help you out if you need any advice. It's a pretty easy job, really."
Joanne began reading the letters. None were like the one Mary Beth had shown her. Most were from lonely men who wanted the comfort of a woman's feminine hand answering their pleas to be noticed, to be appreciated. Joanne found herself beginning to feel sorry for some of the men writing in. Then, as the day grew on, she found herself getting hornier than hell from reading and writing about all the various sexual activities.
She felt Mary Beth's leg press close to hers. She didn't move away. Looking up, her eyes met those of the other girl. That rapid, silent communication flowed between them again.
The message was clear-I'm horny, too!
Mary Beth inclined her head toward a door at the side of the room. Together, they went into a small alcove.
Mary Beth said, "It gets to you after a while, doesn't it? And the only man around is Worley."
"What a drag. I hardly call Worley a man. But he does have a cock and ..."
"... and you're feeling an itch. Right about here?"
Mary Beth moved close to Joanne. Her hand reached down and began stroking over the girl's crotch. Joanne didn't move away. The hand felt too good. She knew, in a distant part of her brain, that this wasn't right. Having another woman do this to her was wrong. But it felt so damned good!
And she was so damned horny from writing all those letters!
"Like it?" Mary Beth asked.
"Um, yes. You ... your hand is just about right. Except all that denim is in the way."
Her own hands were working up under Mary Beth's thin teeshirt. She had noticed right away that the girl didn't wear a bra. That was something else they had in common. As her hands closed over the smooth cones of her tits, a tiny tremor raced through her body.
She was actually fondling another woman's knockers! It wasn't right! Yet she wanted to do it and she wanted Mary Beth to do it to her!
When Mary Beth's fingers worked inside the band of her jeans and slowly slipped the useless garment off around the swell of her ass, she shivered in delight. Getting naked for Worley had been a duty, an obligation. This was for fun!
She gasped when a long feminine finger found its way up into her pussy. Groaning, she pressed closer. Their tits mashed together, hard nipple crushed into equally aroused nipple.
Before she knew it, her mouth was engaged with another lipsticked one. Joanne's lips parted slightly. That was all the encouragement she needed to give Mary Beth. The other girl's tongue came surging into the willing mouth. Tongues wrapped around each other. They caressed and moved back and forth until they were both breathing heavily with arousal.
Joanne kept her grip on the other girl's tits. And Mary Beth's finger up her cunt was driving her wild with desire. They were really working each other to a fever pitch. Her body was begging for more. She guessed Mary Beth's was in the same super-turned-on condition.
Reluctantly, she let the silky smooth tits flop free. It was more important for her to get to the other girl's pussy. She had to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. That only seemed fair.
Mary Beth helped by kicking free of her jeans. The two stood naked from the waist down, fingers probing deeply up each other's cunts.
Joanne broke off the kiss and whispered hotly into the girl's ear, "We shouldn't be doing this. It's not right!"
"Hell, it's not!" answered her newfound sex partner. "It feels good. It's a release from the sexual tensions of our work. Why not?"
"I... I forgot," she answered, her mouth clamping back down on Mary Beth's. Her tongue began exploring the other girl's mouth. She found a wonderland of delights lurking there.
Her tongue would timidly poke out and be greeted with the darting tip of another rough, wet tongue. A tingle passed down her own tongue and the wine-sweet saliva was making her feel light-headed. If she could get drunk on a kiss, she was doing it.
Somehow, the pair sank to the floor. It wasn't the cleanest place in the world but they managed to get their jeans under them. That softened the hard and cold linoleum. Bodies passionately pressed together, they continued their lesbian love making without ever breaking off their deep kiss.
Joanne was confused. Everything being done to her was exciting. Her body craved that finger up her cunt. The way it whirled around, touching here and there, stimulated her to the brink of orgasm. She wanted it more than she would have believed possible.
And the feel of another set of tits pressing firmly into her own was an unexpected turn-on. The yielding firmness of Mary Beth's jugs aroused her completely. She tried as hard as she could to drive her own passion-hardened nipples into the other girl's boobs.
And that mouth! It was driving her wild!
Never had she found anyone who could kiss like Mary Beth. Joanne had to admit her experience in sexual matters was limited. She'd never even considered making love to another woman before.
Now she was sorry she hadn't. Mary Beth was a woman who knew what would turn another woman on.
Joanne thought it was perverted letting another woman make love to her. Perverted and sick-and wonderful!
The finger in her cunt suddenly became two. She felt her pussy walls expand to take the extra girth. When Mary Beth began working carefully all around the pea-sized clit, Joanne knew she wasn't going to complain any more about this being perverted or sick or wrong. It felt too good to be any of those things!
She broke off the kiss to sigh, "Those fingers fucking me! Better'n any cock! My insides are churning with lust! I need you to ... to finger-fuck me good!"
"Anthing you want, dearest!"
The words thrilled Joanne. Not just the words but the way they were said told her the girl meant them. Never had Frank ever called her "dearest" or any other loving term. He'd just fucked her.
Mary Beth cared for her, maybe even loved her. That it was an illicit love only made it the more exciting. She wanted to learn everything about lezzie lovemaking!
"How sensitive is your clit?"
"Gets me off every time. And yours?" Joanne asked.
"Same. Stroke it from the base all the way to the top. That just drives me right up the wall!"
Joanne curled her linger around the base of the slippery little spire of the other girl's clit. She tightened up on her finger and moved to the very tip.
The fuck fluids were flowing all over Mary Beth's cunt now. Her pussy lips were slippery and her clit was well-greased. Joanne made sure she stroked up and down on the little nubbin of erectile tissue fast enough to get the other girl's tits heaving up and down in unrestrained passion.
Then Mary Beth came. Her back arched and she crammed her pussy down into the girl's hand. She drove her fingers in and out of the girl's cunt as fast as she could to simulate fucking. It wasn't as good as a cock, but it prolonged the climax for what seemed an eternity.
As soon as Mary Beth had come down from her sexual high, she went to work on Joanne's clit. The tiny go-button was being flicked and pushed around like a marble. And the more it rolled, the higher Joanne's sexual tensions grew.
When she felt three fingers driving hard into her velvet-hung pussy, spreading her cunt and stretching her apart, she came. She imagined it was a prick slamming hard into her but no cock ever fucked her and stimulated her clit and rubbed against her tits and kissed her all at the same time.
She blasted off into a sexual orbit. Shuddering, she finally collapsed exhausted to the skimpy covering of her jeans on the floor.
"That was super, Mary Beth. I never realized
"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me. I felt it, too. I don't even know if I can put it into words or not. There's something special about two gals making love, isn't there?"
"You can say that again!"
"Better get dressed. I need the bread from writing those letters and I'm sure you do, too. Or you wouldn't have put up with Worley fucking you around like he did."
Joanne sighed. She did need the money. And writing the letters wasn't the hardest work in the world.
The rest of the afternoon, she had the most delightful things to put in the letters she wrote. She told all of the anonymous letter writers all about her very first lesbian experience. If she found the memories fading a bit, all she had to do was move a little closer to Mary Beth, feel her leg pressing warmly against her own, and the lezzie lovemaking would come back to her crystal clear.
She wrote some dynamite letters that afternoon!
Chapter Four
Joanne had been working for "Pen Friends" almost a week when she realized the job was boring her. She fully knew she was caught in a trap. It took her a long time to work it all out in her head and, when she did, she didn't like the answers she came up with.
Mrs. Cliff was satisfied with the promise of money. Without the job writing the sexy letters, there wouldn't be an apartment to go home to. And Joanne had to eat. The job provided just enough money to give her the bare necessities.
At first, she thought she would really stay turned on by all the letters. Then she found a sameness to most of the. Only a few aroused her. The letters she mailed out began taking on a carbon-copy sameness, too.
Finally, she had to mention this to Mary Beth. The other girl didn't seem to have any trouble writing stacks and stacks of letters, all different and all intimate.
"How do you do it, Mary Beth? I find myself falling into a rut. The old lines just pour out and I can't help it."
The sandy-haired girl smiled wickedly. "You haven't had the slightest urge to see who writes these letters?" she asked.
"Huh? Well, I sort of wonder but that's against the rules. Mr. Worley mentioned it to me that first day. No letter writer will go out and look up anybody sending in a letter."
"Yeah and I bet you obey the 55 mph speed limit on the highway, too," scoffed Mary Beth.
"f have to. No car."
"But if you had a car..." Mary Beth let the answer trail off suggestively.
"You mean you go out and meet some of these men?" The idea crashed hard into Joanne's mind. To actually go out and meet the men who were writing those letters was so kinky it appealed to her.
"Sure. But I don't let Worley know. No telling what that bastard might do. The cocksucker makes me do all sorts of things, anyway." Mary Beth's tone told of her pure disgust for the man running "Pen Friends".
"How do you choose which ones to, uh, to do whatever you do?" Joanne asked.
"Simple. I just find a nice-sounding letter and give it a try. Read this one and tell me it doesn't get to you."
Joanne took the letter and read:
I'm lonesome and it makes me even lonelier when I look out the window and see all the pretty girls going by. I'd like to get to know them better but they'd only laugh at me. What's it like to be wanted by someone? It must be nice. And it'd be nice to have a girl all for my own. But nobody'd ever want me.
"See what I mean? Sort of pathetic" in a way. But a fertile field for an enterprising chick, don't you think?"
"Yeah," said Joanne noting the address on the envelope. The one nice thing about this job was the hours. Worley didn't care if she took an hour or five for lunch. As long as she wrote her quota of letters for the day, everything was fine.
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She was a bit nervous as she approached the house. It was a simple frame house with a flagstone path leading to the front door. What was she going to say? How did she just come out and say, "Wanna fuck?" to someone she knew only through a vague request for friendship?
She'd find out. Soon.
The doorbell sounded and the door opened almost immediately. Standing there was a young boy, easily four years her junior. Joanne knew he couldn't be older than fifteen and might have been even younger. It was hard to tell.
What was worse, it shot her idea of fucking all afternoon to hell. With the kid around, whoever wrote the letter would hardly be willing to engage in intimate activity.
"Uh, sorry. Must have the wrong house. I was looking for Jeff Lane."
The boy looked at her strangely. He said, "That's me. I'm Jeff."
"You?" Joanne thought furiously, then came on the answer. He must be Jeff, Jr. and his father had written the letter. "I guess maybe I wanted to see your father."
"My dad's dead. Has been for years and years. And my mom's out at work. She'll be back around six, I guess. Sometimes she stays out all night long."
Suddenly it hit Joanne that this boy had written the letter. He was the one wanting female companionship. It explained a lot. No wonder he didn't know how to go out and meet girls. It was inexperience as well as shyness.
"You wrote this letter, didn't you?" She held up his letter. The expression on his face was one of pure panic.
"How'd you get that? Give it back!"
"Hey, cool it. I'm not going to blackmail you or anything. I... I just wanted to come by and see who I was writing back to. I'm the one who got your letter at 'Pen Friends'."
"You?" he said, unbelieving. "But you're pretty!"
"So? There's a law against it? I guess I should thank you for the compliment but you make it sound like you thought I was an ugly old prune."
-. "I, uh, I don't know what I thought. The letters are my way of meeting people. I just get all, well, sort of tongue-tied when I'm around girls. And this was an easy way to, you know, uh ...."
"Why don't you invite me in, Jeff?"
"Sure, uh, sorry."
"Don't get so nervous. Everything's all right. I don't bite. Just talk to me like you'd write a letter. You don't stutter then so why should you now that I'm here in the flesh?"
She knew the answer to that as she asked the question. The bulge growing at the boy's crotch told the story. He was really attracted to her. And it wasn't the mere attraction of friendship, either. He was lusting after her, desiring her mightily.
That suited Joanne just fine. The boy wasn't that bad looking and the idea of actually making it with him appealed to her in a kinky way. He was so young and helpless, it would be fun showing him all the mysteries of sex.
"I, uh, want a drink or anything like that?" he asked.
"Just calm down. And sit here. By me."
He did and immediately cast his eyes down on the carpet. He crossed his hands over his crotch out of nervousness and a desire to keep his raging hard-on hidden. He was so embarrassed already, he didn't want this nice lady to see how she affected him.
That wouldn't be right.
"Jeff, look at me. Now, you're lonesome, aren't you? The letter reached out to me, made me come to see if we couldn't be closer friends. Letters are okay but sort of impersonal. I like closer contact with my real friends."
"You want to be my friend?" he asked, brightening visibly. "Nobody's ever said that before."
"Your friend and anything else you want." She paused, then quietly added, "Have you ever had a girlfriend before, Jeff?"
He shook his head, not trusting himself to answer.
"You should have. You're a handsome boy. And I'll bet that cock you're trying so hard to hide is a real pussy pleaser."
She reached over and took his hand away from his crotch. With a quick flick of her wrist, she ran the zipper down its metal track. The boy's cock sprang out, red and long. Its size surprised her. It was a shame having such a lovely, hard cock going to waste. She couldn't allow that to happen!
"Have you ever had a girl suck on your prick for you?"
"N-no!"
"Would you like me to?"
"YES!"
She wasted no more words. The sight of his prick gleaming redly in the dim light of the living room was making her cunt all gooey with desire.
She even felt a churning inside, a churning of desire for the boy. He was so helpless and innocent she couldn't resist him. He wasn't like that rotten son of a bitch who'd abandoned her after taking all her money. Jeff would never think of using her like that. She could relax with him. He hadn't learned how to be a real bastard yet.
A thought kept working deeper and deeper into her brain. He was a virgin and he was all hers!
Her mouth tenderly closed on the tip of his rigid prick. She sucked a little bit until she pulled the glans into her mouth. Lips pursed around his fuck stick, she began laving her tongue all around the most sensitive portion of his cock.
He'd never gotten a blow job before. She was the first woman to ever kiss his prick, to lovingly drag her tongue along the sides. When her tongue reached out and lightly brushed against his balls, she knew then that he really was a virgin.
His balls were churning and tumbling around. It wouldn't take much more of this mouth love to get him to come.
She didn't want that. She wanted to enjoy his prick for as long as possible. He was hers, all hers. It would be a waste to get him off too soon. It wouldn't be a fair introduction to sex for him, either. He should learn all the wonderful pleasures that could be his.
She sucked his cock back into her mouth after kissing the sides of his trembling organ. There was little trouble gobbling up the manmeat as she took his entire cock down her throat. He wasn't that long. Six inches was nothing for her. She was no Linda Lovelace but she didn't have to be. He was well-hung for a fifteen-year-old but she'd sucked off studs who were better hung.
"I-I like it! Your mouth makes me feel good!"
With a wet plop, she pushed his prick from her mouth. Looking up at the boy, she asked, "What else do you feel? Like when I do this?"
She dragged her tongue along the entire underside of his cock. She made certain the tiny flap of skin at the very head of his cock received its full share of stimulation. This was the most sensitive portion of his entire prick.
"It-it's like a million ants creeping around inside me!"
"That's all?" She continued licking at his cock like it was a meaty popscicle.
"Yes, uh, no! My balls .. . they're about ready to pop! I don't know how I can hold it in!"
"Try. I'll give you the best mouth love ever if you can control your cum."
And she knew he would. He was enjoying this as much as she, though for different reasons.
This was his first sexual experience. She was certain he'd jacked off while looking at pictures in magazines. But he'd never had a woman, a real flesh and blood, sucking woman working over his cock before.
She was getting hot off this simply because he was a virgin. He was a piece of clay in her fingers. She could mold him in any way she wanted. All she had to do was ask and he'd instantly obey her. Her mouth was that powerful a sexual force. She liked the feeling of power.
And she loved the taste of his cock. She rolled the prick around in her mouth savoring the musky male flavor. When the tiny drop of pre-cum fluid beaded at the very tip of his cock, her agile tongue snared it and pulled it into her mouth.
The bitter fluid told her of a far tastier flood about to pour out of the boy's jerking cock. She didn't want him blasting his wad off so soon after she had started giving him head.
She let his cock slip free of her mouth and began kissing and licking down the hard sides of his blood-engorged prick. She had a hard time keeping her mouth pressed closely enough to use her tongue. His cock was bucking and dancing wildly about now. It was a clue to his level of arousal. She'd really turned him on in a big way.
"Can't keep it in!" he moaned.
His hips levered up in an attempt to cram his cock all the way into her mouth. She pursed her lips into an "O" shape and let him face fuck her. It'd give him a hint of what lay ahead for him. First her face, her sucking mouth, then better things like her cunt.
"You want more than this? More pleasure than you've ever felt before?" she asked him. It was almost agony for her to take her mouth away from his cock, but it was necessary. She knew he'd lose his erection and probably wouldn't recover for some time. He was new to the sex game and she wanted the most mileage out of him that she could get.
"What do you mean?"
His hips still thrust spasmodically toward her face. He was obviously unable to control his motions. All his body did was scream "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" This was the nearest thing to heaven he'd ever found.
"I mean there are better places for you to stuff that wonderful cock of yours."
"Y-you want to f-fuck? For real? Not just in, your mouth?"
"For real. Up my cunt. It's drooling for your cock, Jeff. Here. Feel and tell me it isn't so."
There was no way he could deny it. Her jeans were actually soaked with her cunt juices. She was totally aroused now. And it wouldn't satisfy her to merely suck off the boy. It'd be great for him but a come down for her.
She wanted his cock fucking her cunt, and she was going to get it, no matter what.
Chapter Five
For a moment, the boy didn't seem to know what to say. Then he burst out, "That's super! I'd love it! But___"
"No buts to it. Your cock up my cunt, fucking me hard and fast. Isn't that a lot better than just cramming your prick into my mouth and letting me suck on you?"
He didn't know. All this was so new to him. His entire sexual experience was with his hand. Beating off was easy enough and he continually fantasized that some woman would come along and desire him and want him to make love to her.
But this was a dream com true. He could hardly believe it was happening to him. The letters had been a sort of release for him. They'd drained off some of the sexual tensions building in his young body. He was too shy to go out and chase the girls like the other guys did. They were all the time bragging about how they'd made out with the cheerleaders but he wondered then if any of them had ever been offered the chance to actually fuck a lovely woman. He doubted it.
Looking over Joanne was almost enough to make him shoot his wad. Her saliva cooled rapidly on his super-hot prick. The way she looked at him was enough to make him hard. Her eyes fixed on his erection as if it were the sexiest thing in the world.
When she started shucking off her clothes, he had to bite his tongue to keep from embarrassing himself and spewing his cum. The sight of her naked tits was almost too much to bear. They were firm and young and tipped with hard cherry-like nipples. He could almost see them pulse with her desire for him.
He couldn't believe this gorgeous woman actually wanted him. He nervously licked dried lips. The sight unveiling before his eyes was almost too beautiful for him to appreciate. He was confused. He didn't know where to look first.
Her tits were firm and young and high and just begging to be popped into his mouth. He could almost taste the soft flesh. But, in spite of himself, his eyes drifted lower as she shucked off her jeans.
The slightly domed belly was covered with cornsilk-fine hairs and the deep depression of her navel beckoned to him. A bit lower, however, was where his eyes fixed with a hypnotic intensity. The sight of her bush made his cock want to turn cartwheels. His balls were actually hurting him now, so great was his lust.
"Wow, I never thought it would be like this___"
The girl looked at him and his erection. She'd have to agree. She never thought she'd be seducing a kid this much younger than she was. It was just one of those crazy things that happened. And she wasn't about to let him go now. Her desire for him was growing by leaps and bounds.
"Don't just look. Feel. Enjoy. Stroke your hands all over my body. Come closer," she said, taking his hands in hers. She pulled his trembling palms to her tits and pulled them hard into her chest. The lovely sensation rippling into her warmed her, made her cetain she was doing the right thing.
"Y-you're shaking as much as I am," he said in surprise.
"Yes. I want you. And you want me, don't you?"
His hands answered for him. He squeezed down hard on her boobs. She sighed softly and leaned back onto the rug, holding his hands to pull him down on top of her.
Wordlessly, she let her legs drift open to him. She wanted to feel that prick pushing firmly between her pussylips, then go surging up hard and fast into her cunt. She wanted that more than she'd ever wanted anything else in the world.
The boy didn't seem to know what to do. He hesitated, confused at the acres of bare female flesh being offered to him.
"I... I don't know what to do!" he cried.
She saw the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. She could understand his frustration. All he knew of women was what he got out of the men's magazines. They wouldn't go into graphic detail about actually fucking a woman. Besides, reading about it was vastly different from having a wanton woman exposing her cunt for a long prick.
"Just relax and I'll show you everything you need to know," she assured him.
The words went a long way in telling her that she was doing the right thing in seducing the youth. He was a shy boy and unskilled in handling women on any level. She was doing him a favor and he'd be returning the favor if the fucking was even half-way good. She was going out of her mind wanting cock and lots of it!
"See what happens when I lift my knees up? My pussy lips open a little. Go on. Come closer. And, um, yes, oh, yes! That's it! Push that lovely prick of yours into my little twat!"
She flet the blunt tip of his cock nudging into her sex lips. The trembling of his prick was due to arousal rather than nerves, of that she was sure. Only his hands betrayed how nervous he actually was. She had the sensation of a vibrator pressed firmly into her boobs his hands shook so much.
She loved it. Most of all, she loved the expression on the boy's face. It was one of awe and wonder and total excitement. Never had he been so close to a woman who was willing to give him anthing he wanted.
There was a little bewilderment, too. He wasn't certain what he wanted to do now that he had her spread before him like a feast.
She reached down and gripped his prick. Pulling slightly, she made sure his cock was resting lightly just inside her cunt lips. His cock was dancing around like it was going mad with lust. The feel of him so close to her made her want him all the more.
Virgin cock. She would take care of that-and fast!
"Ram it in! Fuck me hard! I want you soooooo!"
She gasped as his stroke carried his prick deep into her cunt. She was both surprised and pleased at the way his prick expanded her tight little fuck hole and made her feel filled to overflowing. He might have only been fifteen, but his cock felt like it was that of a full grown man.
"L-like that?" he gasped.
"Yes, yes! Now back and forth. Do what seems natural to you! Let your instincts take over."
He began to hesitantly fuck her. The motion was jerky. His inward stroke nicely filled her, made her warm to him. The way his prick jerked and bucked convinced her of his need. But when he pulled out of her clinging pussy, his hips failed to move in just the right way to please her.
She loved it when a man entered and left at exactly the same speed. She could anticipate his every move. When the tempo of the balling picked up, she was carried away more and more by the excruciatingly smooth fucking.
She was only getting half what she wanted, needed, and desired. The boy, however, was going to get his rocks off at any instant. The feel of his cock when it was buried all the way up her frothy cunt told her that. She'd come to develop sensitive walls in her pussy. Those smooth, juiced folds of inner flesh conducted the slightest movement to her brain. She was able to experience the ultimate pleasure this way. She could also tell when things weren't going right.
"Let me take over for a while," she told him.
The girl pulled the boy close so his face was burrowed between the fleshy mountains of her tits. He had the good sense to lick and suck and kiss while his face was pressed close to her body.
She liked that. He was learning fast what pleased her. His cock was buried to the hilt in her cunt and his mouth was moving all over her jugs, but still she had to have more. His inexperience wasn't going to rob them both of a fantastic fucking. She'd see to that.
Rolling, she ended up on top. Her weight momentarily held the youth down, then he began to struggle. In a few seconds, every thing was in the right place. She straddled his waist, bending his cock upwards inside her so that it was aimed directly at her chin.
"Relax and let me do the work for a while. And try to remember the exact rhythm. It's the one I like best of all."
She raised her ass and let his cock slip from her juicy cunt. She tensed her muscles just enough to hold his purpled glans inside her cunt lips. For a long moment, she poised directly over his juice-slippery fuck stick. Then she simply relaxed. Gravity did all the work.
The boy's cock surged up her cunt and warmed her from the friction of its entry into her body. She ground her crotch hard into the boy's. The way her skin stretched and pulled over her pussy stimulated her clit. The tiny organ was sending continuous impulses of total joy into her brain now.
She slowly rose allowing his prick to leave her sheath of flaming hot cunt again. She came plummeting down like a meteorite falling from outer space.
Over and over, she repeated the rise and fall fucking. Her insides churned with desire now. His cock was burning a fiery trail all the way into her belly. She was driving his prick hard enough into her cunt to make her believe he might actually rip her apart all the way to the chin.
He got the idea fast. His hands met her tits and began kneading them like twin mounds of dough. The sensations smashing down into her chest collided with those rising from her friction-warmed pussy.
She came.
Through the fog of her cum, she heard his faint voice, "Are you okay? Y-your face looks like a mask or something!"
When she was able, she told the boy, "Everything's great. You got me off! I was climaxing!"
"Wow," he muttered. "I did that!"
He sounded proud of himself even though she was doing everything that really counted. All he was furnishing was a long, hard cock.
That was good enough for her. She needed what he had to offer. And was loving every steely inch of it as it pistoned into her cunt.
She began working her ass up and down faster and faster. The climax had whetted her appetite for awhile. She had to have more or she'd certainly go crazy from unfulfilled desire!
Hips working frantically, she rose and fell on his prick. She no longer noticed his hands on her tits. He was exploring other, less sensitive parts of her body. He was carefully moving his hand over her belly as if he might break something.
When he touched her clit, however, she came again. This was the center of all her pleasure. He triggered her go-button and launched her into another sexual orbit of carnal delight.
Realizing what he'd done and how he'd done it, the boy started really giving her clit a workout.
She was coming like a machine gun now. Her body was tensing and relaxing from orgasm after orgasm. All the while, her hips were moving hard and fast up and down his prick.
She heard him groan and cry out, "I can't, oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming!"
And then her cunt was filled with his hot jizz. This was fine for the boy, but she desired more, ever more.
She kept fucking herself on his prick as long as it was hard. As she felt it melting inside her cunt like an icicle in the sun, she had her last orgasm.
Smiling she sat down on his body, his cock no longer hard in her cunt. It had turned so limp it simply oozed from her twat along with tiny stream of his white cum.
"How was it? Your first lay?" she asked.
"Better'n I thought it would be. This has been, wow, I don't know how to say it. It's been just super!"
"Super? Yeah, it has, Jeff." Now that the fucking was over, she wasn't so sure of herself any more. She'd just seduced a fifteen-year-old boy. What did she have in common with him?
He wrote sexy letters, she answered them anonymously-until today. What now?
Joanne knew there couldn't be any further involvement with Jeff. He was a deadend for her. Sexually, she'd gotten her kicks. Just fucking a virgin was something to get her hot. His innocence had been so appealing. He was a blank canvas to draw a masterpiece on. She didn't regret having screwed him. But there was no where to go from here.
"I guess I'd better take off. I don't think your mother would approve of you seeing older women like this."
"Will I see you again?" he asked. The plaintive tone of his voice made Joanne want to cry. But she had to lie to him or she'd never get out of this house.
"Sure. Just drop me a line anytime. And try out some of those other chicks. They might be even better."
With that, she started out the door.
He called after her, "I don't think they would be." And then, "Hey, I don't even know your name! Who are you so I can write you personally from now on?"
But she'd already gone.
Chapter Six
"... so then I got on top and started fucking myself. I sort of liked doing that because I could keep his cock moving at just the right speed in me, you know?" Joanne said to Mary Beth.
The other girl nodded, her eyes burning bright. She liked hearing the description of Joanne's fucking with Jeff.
"I could see him stretched out in front of me so young and I thought, 'Christ, I was his age not long ago and was still a virgin.' I guess I did him a big favor. He got introduced to sex the right way. No real fumbling around. Just straight fucking."
"Sure, there wasn't any clumsiness, Joanne, but that's half the fun. It was for me, at any rate. I can remember when I got my cherry popped. It was at a fuckin' drive-in, yet! God, you can't believe the contortions we went through before he could even get it in!"
"I can," Joanne laughed. "I've been there, too. They don't call 'em passion pits for nothing. I wonder how many chicks have lost their cherries at drive-ins?"
"Here's one. And I'll bet a bunch of others, too. A real shame. Usually it's better watching the crummy movie than breaking your back trying to screw properly. Give me a nice, soft bed any day."
"Right on. A nice, soft bed and a guy with a long, hard cock!" Joanne added.
The conversation died for a moment as they went on with their letter writing. Joanne hadn't seen any more letters that interested her. Ever since her lovemaking with Jeff, she'd been feeling a little guilty. It didn't seem right taking advantage of the guys who wrote in to "Pen Friends".
Yet, she couldn't imagine Jeff complaining about her little visit. It had done both of them a world of good.
She had desperately needed a man's cock in her again. She'd gotten it when she was most needy. The boy had lost his virginity and gained a view of a whole new world of sexuality.
Joanne wondered how far she could push this. The letters were occasionally intriguing and she was curious about some of the things she read. Would the guys actually do these things they wrote about? Or were they just using the anonymous letters to blow off a little steam?
Mary Beth whistled and said to Joanne, "Hey, take a gander at this one. A real hot one. Better handle it with asbestos mittens."
Joanne took the letter and quickly scanned down it. She repeated her friend's low whistle. It was a hot one!
It read:
When you come to my basement, I'll show you the ropes and chains. They aren't just ornamental. I use them. Ill use them on you! I'll tie you up and then beat you with the leather whips.
You'll feel the pain. It'll course through your soft, tender body until you begin to suffer. Then I'll ram my huge prick into your dribbly cunt. The contrast will make you come I'll continue to fuck and whip you. You'll come again and again.
I won't give you the precious gift of my seed. You must beg me for rU Not until I'm satisfied you have felt enough pain from my beating and enough pleasure from my cock will I come!
This is only a part of what I am capable of doing to you. You will be totally subservient to me. You will be my slave obeying my every wish. Only after you're trained, degraded, humiliated will I even touch you again.
"This guy sure comes on strong," said Joanne. "How much of it do you think he means?"
"Hard to tell. You want to answer that one? I've got a couple here I'm just dying to give a proper answer to." Mary Beth wickedly rubbed her hands together and studied tht pile of paper in front of her.
"Sure. I'll give it a go and see if I can keep him cheerful. Or maybe keep him in stitches. Hard to say with him." Joanne felt a strange tremor pass through her that was new and totally unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
The man's words got to her in some very basic level she didn't fully understand.
To be tied up and fucked. To be helpless and at a man's complete command. What would it be like?
She didn't know. She'd never tried it.
The feelings assaulting her body told her she'd find out soon. The address on the letter was quickly filed away in her head for future reference.
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The weekend seemed the best time to see if the man who'd written that letter was at home. She was unsure of herself again. Like a kid-like Jeff, she thought-she was as nervous as if she were getting laid for the very first time.
She didn't know how to approach the people who wrote those letters. Coming on too bold might not work. And this guy she definitely wanted to meet.
The thought of being tied up was kind of spooky for her. At the same time, it sent tremors of unsuppressed delight coursing through her. The very idea appealed to her. She didn't want to scare the guy off if he was on the level and did have all those gadgets he bragged about in his letter.
She rang the doorbell and waited. Finally, a small, nondescript man answered.
"Yes? Do I know you, young lady?"
"Uh, no, not really. I'm with 'Pen Friends' and we occasionally send out some of our letter writers for a closer check on our clients. Field research, you might call it."
He looked at her skeptically as she hurried on with her carefully prepared speech. Finally, she was babbling. "... so I read that about getting tied up and it sounded great. I mean, I thought maybe you and I could do it and ...."
"Come in." His tone had taken on a steely edge. He had been polite before. Now he was dominant. She almost snapped to attention before entering the house.
"Of course, I have all those 'gadgets' as you call them. They are my implements. I doubt if I'd wish to sully them with your thin blood, however. Come to the basement."
She meekly obeyed. There was something in the way he spoke that told her he might, indeed, have everything he had mentioned in his letters. In fact, there might be more, lots more.
His entire basement was outfitted in a manner the Grand Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition would have loved. Chains dangled from the beams with wrist manacles attached. Any number of devices showed her she might be pulled apart, strung up spread-eagle and left at this man's mercy.
She knew without asking that he had no mercy to give her. It simply wasn't his nature.
"This is all well and good but do you use those ropes and things?" she prodded. She couldn't come out and simply ask him to use them on her. She had to force him into doing his thing and using her as the object of his little playacting.
He never bothered to answer. Surprisingly strong hands grabbed her wrists. She was dragged to a straight-backed wooden chair and casually tossed into it. She began to protest and was rewarded with an open-handed slap across her mouth.
"Speak only when spoken to," he snapped.
"But
She was given another hard slap, this time backhanded. She gripped the bruised flesh of her mouth. One lip had split open and a tiny trickle of blood oozed out. Whatever she'd gotten herself into, it wasn't playacting. This man was for real.
He turned and grabbed a handful of clothesline rope cut into convenient lengths. Approaching her, he said, "Remove your clothes, slave. Remove them or I'll rip them off. Fifteen seconds!"
"Fifteen seconds!" she cried in surprise. "I can't____"
That was as far as she got before the bundle of ropes whistled through the air and landed resoundingly on her shoulder. Even through her sweatshirt, she could feel the sting. She hadn't thought it possible for the cotton ropes to hurt as badly as they did.
This man was a master with whip and rope. She was learning the slow, painful way.
"Time's up!" he said. Powerful hands grabbed at the neck of her sweatshirt and jerked. At first, nothing happened. He pulled a second time. The third jerk tore the fabric and left her naked to the waist.
She stood and tried to run. Somehow, he anticipated her every move. No matter where she ran, where she turned, he was there waiting for her. Now every time the ropes landed on her bare back, intense pain rocketed into her brain.
Sobbing, she dropped to her knees and begged, "Stop, please, no more! I'll do whatever you want!"
"Of course, you will. You're my slave and slave's obey their masters. What a slut you are! Strip those filthy pants off immediately! They offend me and nothing that offends me will be tolerated in this room!"
She quickly removed her jeans. The panties were torn off by his strong fingers sliding under the waistband and then pulling hard. A red welt appeared around her waist. The fabric was fragile but still strong enough to resist the forces applied to it.
Naked, she crouched on the cold stone floor, waiting. She didn't have the slightest idea what he would do to her.
She quickly found out. With lightning speed, he bound her hands behind her back. Extra loops of rope fastened her wrists securely to her ankles. She was completely immobile. The cold, rough floor cut at her knees but it was impossible to stand.
In this position, all she could do was prop herself up with one shoulder. Otherwise, her face would have been ground into the stone floor. Her ass was sticking up in the air and she was bound so tightly the circulation in her wrists and feet was cut off.
Never had she felt more helpless. No matter what this man wanted to do to her, he could.
"Go on and scream if you like," he told her. "The room is completely soundproof. I prefer it that way."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Punish you, of course. You're not being properly obedient. You ran away from me. No slave does that and escapes disciplining."
He still held six or eight lengths of the soft cotton clothesline in his hand. He slapped the length of rope across his palm as if trying it out. He seemed pleased, for he said, "Now your ass will be properly punished by my ropes!"
She almost laughed in spite of her awkward position. How could those soft ropes really hurt her?
She'd forgotten the feel of them as they lashed out and landed on her back while he was chasing her. Quickly, she remembered the pain they could cause when wielded properly. He was a master in more ways than one. Every strand left its mark on her lily-white ass.
Behind was a red mark. He quickly crisscrossed her butt with his rope whip. Over and over, with increasingly painful strength, he delivered the blows until her entire ass was a bright cherry red.
The pain and awkwardness of the position bothered her at first. Then, strangely, she began to feel the warmth of the whipping enter her body. Not only was her ass flaring bright and hot, but her insides were coming alive, too.
She couldn't explain it, but the very helplessness of her position made it all the more exciting. The pain was becoming something to cherish. She anticipated each blow. The lances of white-hot flame jabbing into her butt turned into liquid fire pooling in her cunt.
In spite of herself, she was becoming aroused. She wanted this man. She needed his cock fucking her. He was so in command of the situation she knew she would do anything he wanted, instantly and without question.
"Fuck me, please take me now! I want to feel your cock inside me! I'm burning up with desire for you!"
"Slut!" he snarled. "Whore! Slimy cunt! That's all you ever think of. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'll show you! I'll teach you the proper respect and discipline!"
She couldn't see what he was doing. She heard pails slopping with liquid and the harsh grating of his shoe soles against the floor. Painfully moving around, she managed to twist around to see what he was doing.
"No!" she cried out. "You can't! That's inhuman!"
"Silence!" he roared. "I'll do with you as I please. I'm going to give you an enema. Warm kerosene and water with a few other things mixed in so they'll burn your filthy asshole out! And you'll keep every drop inside you until I order you to release it. If you don't, I'll really punish you!"
His momentary glance was toward a pail filled with branding irons. In spite of herself, fear filled the bound girl. She'd do anything to keep this man from using those hot irons on her. She remembered all too clearly the one letter she'd read about the man using a soldering iron. It may have been this very man!
She didn't know. And that frightened her even more.
When he thrust the tube into her asshole, she cringed. He swatted one of her asscheeks with his opened hand.
"Relax!" he ordered.
She couldn't. He didn't seem to notice. He continued running the plastic tubing into her bowels. Then he started pouring in the hot, fearsome mixture.
She screamed. The agony as the hot enema gushed through her bowels was too much to withstand without crying out. She cried until tears rolled down her cheeks. And then she moaned out, "It's so damned hot! I can't take it! I can't!"
He slapped her ass one more time and said, "Silly bitch. You'd be dead if I put in cold water. Let it burn your guts for a minute, then we'll fuck. You'll be given the gift of my cock!"
He jerked the tube out of her asshole. She made a valiant effort to close her anal sphincter and keep the odious fluids inside her. There was no way she wanted him using those branding irons on her flesh. She could smell the hot iron all the way across the room.
Turning her over like a turtle, he exposed her cunt. His finger probed deeply into her pussy. Much to her surprise, the finger slipped in easily. Her cunt was oozing out its oils. In spite of everything he was doing to her, she was responding.
She actually wanted him to fuck her! Incredible as it seemed to her, she was getting a perverted sexual thrill from being tied up and at his mercy. The pain only seemed to increase her desire for his cock. She didn't try to analyze it.
All she did was beg him again, "Fuck me. Please, oh, how much I need you fucking me!"
"I know. Very well. You've been a good slave so far."
His hand spread her legs painfully far apart. The girl's shoulder muscles knotted in pain. Lying on her back, hands bound behind her and to her ankles, she was in a contorted position. When he exposed his cock, however, she forgot all about it.
His cock was immense. She didn't know if it was actually as large as it appeared or if her own desires made it look that way. She couldn't have cared less. All she knew was that she wanted it. She wanted every goddamn inch of that cock.
"Don't release a single drop of the enema," he warned. Then he was between her legs, his prick shoving hard toward her pussy lips.
She screamed aloud as she felt his cock sailing along her cunt. The liquid in her bowels slushed around at the sudden intrusion of his cock into her pussy. The awful feelings echoing back and forth, from cunt to asshole, made her cry out piteously.
She was confused. She didn't know if she hated him for this pain and torture or loved him dearly. The world was pleasure and agony. Everything was intermixed until she couldn't separate it any longer.
The pain of the burning hot enema threatened to destroy her. His cock slowly fucking her gave her new strength. As he rammed in and out of her fuck hole, she felt her joy building inside.
"Harder! Deeper! Oh, god, yesssss! It's tremendous!" she moaned out. The feeling of his prick moving in her gave sensations she had never even believed possible.
Pain, yes. But there was incredible pleasure, too. She felt the slow pressures of sexual tension mounting in her belly. It wouldn't be long before she came.
Struggling to keep in the enema she continued to plead with him, "Fuck me harder! I want all of your sweet cock in me! IN MEEEEE!"
He didn't bother answering her. He was concentrating on fucking her. With great deliberation, he speeded up the tempo of his hip action. A machine couldn't have produced a more rhythmic motion. He was fucking her with long, penetrating strokes.
When he started lashing out with the rope across her tits, she came.
Everything was simply too much for her to bear.
The pain of the enema was great. She had to struggle to keep it inside her ass. But the pleasure he was giving her from the fucking filled her with renewed strength. When the sudden lashing pain of the whip across her turgid nipples smashed into her body, she felt like an overloaded circuit.
She arched over and climaxed.
Never had she believed such intensity of emotion possible in her young, trim body. She felt as if the top of her head had been blown off by an atomic bomb.
"Liked it, didn't you!" he cried. He began lashing out faster and faster with the ropes across her tits. As he did, his fucking continued. He was reaming her out better than she'd ever been fucked before.
When she came again, it was even more powerful than the first time. This orgasm robbed her totally of control over her body. All the pent-up fluids of the noxious enema came pouring out amid a shower of kerosene and shit.
As she wallowed in the pool of slime, she realized he was no longer fucking her. He was standing over her, his cock firmly in hand. He beat off and sent his cum arching into the air to smash into her face. In a matter of seconds, her hair and eyebrows were completely matted with his jism.
"Enough," he said, tucking away his depleted cock. She watched as he walked over and got a garden hose. For a ghastly second, she thought he was going to ram that up her cunt, then turn on the water full force. Instead, he hosed her down.
He continued spraying her until she was completely cleaned both of the enema and his cum. Then he quickly cut the wet ropes with a long, wicked bladed knife.
"Dress," he ordered. "Wear that." He pointed to a shapeless garment hanging on a hook.
She put it on. The rough fabric irritated her still-aroused nipples but she said nothing. He kicked her jeans toward her and silently watched as she put them on. She felt like a bug under a microscope.
Suddenly, he announced, "You may go."
He pivoted and disappeared.
Joanne was shaken. She'd gotten off in a big way on the bizarre bondage trip with all the extras added. She wasn't certain she liked it, but she'd undoubtedly had the sexual experience of her life.
Still, she wasn't going to stick around and repeat it. Not now or maybe never again.
She left as fast as she could, thankful to see the light of day once more.
Chapter Seven
"He did that to you?" asked Mary Beth, her eyes open wide in amazement and envy. "That must have been terrific!"
Joanne shuddered a little at the memory of being so completely helpless. Shrugging, she said, "It was okay. I dug it. But I don't think it's anything I want to do again. Still...."
"Still it sounds like a big turn-on to me. Maybe I'll check this dude out and see how it goes." There was a dreaminess in Mary Beth's words as if she were already tied hand and foot and had a whip lashing furiously against her naked body.
Joanne had stacks and stacks of letters to answer. Her mind kept drifting back, though, to that cold stone floor in the man's basement. Her shoulder was scraped where he'd tied her up and dumped her on the rough surface. Just sitting was slightly painful for her.
The acid enema had seared her delicate inner flesh until her gut was tumbling and churning constantly. Along with her well-spanked ass, she had to squirm a bit just to stay seated.
The warmth of the fucking remained in her mind, however. In spite of all the pain and humiliation he had forced on her, he'd given her a healthy dose of pleasure, too.
That was what made her uneasy. She'd liked the pain. She'd liked the feeling of being totally subservient to this man. Everything she'd been taught told her it was wrong, even perverted.
She'd loved every second of it.
Sighing, she returned to writing letters. Then Mary Beth reached over and shook her by the upper arm.
"Take a look at this letter I just opened. It's right up your line, so to speak."
Joanne took the letter and read:
My cock is hungry for female flesh. But not just any female or any flesh. I need you. And I want to fuck you up your tender, sweet little ass. I want to bury my sword of flesh all the way up your asshole and then fuck the living hell out of you. Your ass will burn from the friction. And you'll desire more of my manhood. You'll come so many times, you'll be exhausted. But I'll still be fucking your shit chute.
There was more but Joanne had seen enough. The letter seemed to be the key fitting into her lock. To have her ass fucked was something she'd never experienced. And the burning sensations in it now brought it constantly to her attention.
The acid-searing enema had lighted fires of desire in a part of her body she'd totally neglected before.
She wondered if this letter writer was on the level. Could he greek her until she came over and over and still keep his own hard-on? Or was this another fifteen-year-old kid?
The letter didn't read that way. It read like it was written by a guy who knew what he wanted and how to do it all after he got it.
A good butt-fucking might be just the thing for her, she decided. Joanne started to say something to Mary Beth, then bit back her words. She was becoming a greedy bitch. She didn't want to share this with anyone, even her friend.
Let Mary Beth go out and hustle her own back door man!
The rest of the day dragged by, but finally the day ended. Joanne didn't go home to her tiny apartment. She was beginning to feel caged there with Mrs. Cliff constantly spying on her.
Joanne had been a little evasive about the sort of job she'd gotten. The old lady had been glad to see her rent money but suspected Joanne of hooking to get it.
Joanne didn't think the woman would actually turn her in to the cops if she saw a steady string of men coming and going from the small apartment but Mrs. Cliff was probably curious enough to see exactly who would avail themselves of Joanne's sexual favors.
It was a little game Joanne had started playing. Cat and mouse. She would sneak in at all hours of the night and try to avoid Mrs. Cliffs prying eyes. Sometimes she thought she succeeded. Other times, the old lady's eyes were boring right into her back the entire distance'up the creaky stairs.
Joanne wandered aimlessly for a while, then suddenly decided to check out the guy who'd written the letter about the ass fucking. The very act of walking rubbed her asscheeks together. It also worked on her insides. She was getting hotter and hotter just thinking about getting a cock up her asshole. Was it as sexy as it sounded to her? She would simply have to find out.
The bus deposited her less than a block from the address. She walked to the front door of the house and knocked several times. Her nervousness was slowly going away. If she did this enough times, she'd be an old hand at it.
She was becoming an expert at meeting the men who wrote all those incredibly sexy letters.
The man who answered the door was brusque to the point of rudeness. He immediately said, "Whatever you're selling, we don't want any."
Before he could slam the door, Joanne said, "I work at 'Pen Friends' and you wrote a very nice letter. An exciting letter."
That stopped him cold in his tracks. His face drained of color and for a second, Joanne thought he was going to faint. In a voice so weak she could barely hear, he asked, "Are you blackmailing me?"
"No! Nothing of the sort. I read the letter and wondered if you really meant all those things. I want to find out. First hand." She let her tongue slip between her lips and make a slow, sensuous circuit around them so there wouldn't be any doubt in the man's mind as to her intentions.
"My wife sent you to trap me, didn't she?"
"I didn't even know you were married. All I know is about that wonderful buttfucking cock of yours. I want to try it out!"
"Come in. Quick. Look, if my wife didn't send you to trap me ...."
"I'm just a horny young girl looking for fun. You sounded like fun. But if it's going to be this much of a hassle, forget it."
She knew she had him hooked. The bulge at his crotch wasn't getting any smaller. He was getting an erection just listening to her talk about getting cornholed.
"My wife and I, we, well, we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. Sex is one of them. She thinks oral sex is nasty and she'd never let me screw her up the rear. I like anal sex. It... it turns me on more than anything else!" His eyes were radiant now. The fear had fled from his mind with the thought of buggery replacing it.
Joanne decided to help him along with his decision. She moved closer to him, pressing her lush body firmly against his. Her hands moved downward until they stroked gently over the bulge of his prick. Then she captured one of his hands and moved it to her smoothly curved ass jutting out from her jeans.
The feel of his hand moving over her butt turned her on as much as it convinced him. He began stroking heavily over her ass now. His breathing became harsh and hot on her face.
He said, "The hell with my wife. If she wants to trap me into a divorce using you, I'll do it! Anything to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. It's driving me wild!"
"Good. And this is driving me wild, too," she said, assuring him that his cock was having its effect on her.
He peeled her down like a banana. The thin blouse she wore was quickly stripped off to reveal her naked tits. The sight of the titflesh made his breath come a little faster but he wasn't that interested in her jugs.
He dug tits, sure. But he was an ass man. He loved asses. Big and floppy. Tight and well-muscled. In between. He didn't care. He loved them all. Each had its own special attraction for him.
And this chick's ass was just about the finest he'd ever seen. More than a double handful of assmeat in each cheek, tight and firm, young and wanton!
Those were his requirements for a good buttfucking.
He slid her jeans off her hips like he was a priest unwrapping some religious artifact. Tenderly he ran his hands over the satiny smooth skin. Almost angrily he tore off her panties. They marred the smooth perfection that was her body.
Her ass gleamed whitely in the light of the living 100m, marble white but vastly warmer and more vibrant than any lifeless stone ever could be. His hand carefully reached out and felt the skin as if checking to be certain it was real.
"God, I never thought writing one fucking letter would bring me this!" he said.
"Ask and if you're a good boy, maybe you'll get a lot more."
"Hell with that. I want to fuck this wonderful ass. I never saw a more perfectly shaped one."
He pulled her around and planted a wet, juicy kiss on her asscheek. Then he quickly moved to the other one and kissed it. The feel of his mouth moving on her ass sent a jolt of sexual electricity volting through the girl's body. Never had a kiss been so much of a turn-on for her. She was quaking inside as if she'd turned to jelly.
Slowly, she sank to the floor. This seemed to be what the man wanted. He followed her down, his mouth moving constantly over her ass. When his rough, wet tongue speared out and into the deep canyon between her asscheeks, she knew this was exactly what she wanted and needed!
The enema given her by the other man had set off a chain reaction in her body, one she couldn't understand. She needed the feel of something more substantial than liquids up her ass to really come now.
She wanted a cock drilling hard and long up her asshole.
From the feel of the man's breath on her naked butt, she was going to get her wish.
His hands moved restlessly over the girl's sides while he explored the deep canyon of her ass. He found her asshole without any trouble. When his tongue lightly probed into the tightly held little muscle, she thought she was going to lose her mind.
It was a gentle touch but one that might have been dipped in some corrosive- fluid. It set her entire body on fire.
"Fuck me quick!" she demanded. "I can't stand it any longer. I want your cock. NOW! Fuck me now!"
On her hands and knees, ass presented to him for his cock, she felt the entire room spinning around. She didn't remember much of what happened next. But it was all great.
She felt the hot cylinder of his cock pressing between her twin mounds of assflesh and digging hard for her asshole. The man must have stripped off his pants because his hairy thighs were rubbing against her butt and driving her closer and closer to coming.
The blunt nose of his cock pushed hard against her anal sphincter. His earlier oral explorations had liberally supplied saliva for lubrication. When his cock finally jammed into her behind, it was well greased.
She gasped as she felt the thick, knobby head of his cock slide into her asshole. He was so big!
She knew he was going to tear her apart!
For a long moment, he paused as if savoring her inner fires, her tight, clutching flesh. Then he slowly drilled deeper up her guts. When his cock was buried balls deep, she was sweaty and shuddering in reaction.
"God, it's.. . it's the best fucking ever!" she cried. "Ream me out good! I want to feel you deep inside me!"
He grunted as he slowly pulled out of her flaming hot shitter. The sheath of flesh around his cock was more like a surgeon's glove. Her gripping asshole felt like a noose around his cock. Best of all, her ass trembled just enough to give him the effect of having a vibrator shoved into his groin.
He loved it!
"You asked for it and you're gonna get every inch of my cock!"
He slammed harder into her this time. Her inner membrane had expanded slightly to accommodate the huge male invader. He didn't rip her apart. She just felt as if he had.
Gasping, she rammed her ass backwards into his crotch. Moving her ass in tiny circles seemed to heighten the effect of his cock inside her. It was a hot, all-male stirring stick buried far up in her guts. And moving like she did turned it around and around until she came.
. "AIEEEEE! Shiiiiit, oh, I never, oh, ummmm!" she sighed, coming down from her sexual high. The cock was still deep up her bowels. It jerked with a lust that was unmistakable.
She knew he was going to keep fucking her and she was going to keep coming. It was just like he'd said it would be in the letter!
The entire area of her butt flared hot as he drove back and forth cornholing her. The thick arrowhead of his cock spread her flesh apart and sent waves of delight washing through her body. When he reached around her body and lightly fingered her clit, she came again.
Then things began to blur. She was coming so fast, the entire world was lost to her. All that mattered was the long, hot cock fucking her ass. The finger on her clit sent her blasting off again and again. When he began pulling hard at her tits, this only added to her aroused condition.
She was one giant raw nerve ending and every touch was undiluted pleasure!
In the midst of her orgasmic high, she felt his cock moving in and out of her asshole faster and faster. The friction burned at her flesh. It was as if the enema had returned, but this was far sexier. She loved the way he was fucking her ass.
Then she got another enema. This time it was the man's cum. He blew his wad and creamed her guts with his jism. She was only vaguely aware of what was happening. Still dazed from her repeated climaxes, she was in no condition to care that the cock was slowly melting in her hot ass and dribbling out.
Finally, she realized he wasn't screwing her any more. Collapsing on the floor, she rolled over and looked at him. There was a smile on his face. It was the smile of complete satisfaction.
"You're one hell of a back door man," she said.
"And you've got one hell of an ass. I could have fucked you the rest of the night."
"Why didn't you?" Joanne asked. The burning desire in her loins was building again.
"My wife's gonna be coming home real quick. Like I said, you two may be out to trap me, but it was worth it finding an ass like yours!"
"No trap. And I'll split-if we can arrange to get it on again later. When you don't have to worry about this wife of yours."
The plans for another assfucking took only minutes to make, then Joanne jauntily walked away down the street. She could feel the man's eyes following the gentle sway of her ass as she left.
Chapter Eight
"You sly dog, running off and doing that!" exclaimed Mary Beth after Joanne had finished telling her about the episode with the guy fucking her up the ass.
"Damn, but is he hung!" she said, thinking back to the weekend. She'd met him later at a motel and they'd fucked several more times.
It had been worth every second of her time. The man could and did get her off a dozen times before coming himself. And there was nothing in the world he loved more than buggering her.
"I did a little scouting on my own, too," admitted Mary Beth. "But it's nothing like your find. A real shame about that guy's wife. She doesn't know what she's missing."
"Yeah. He was so uptight over her divorcing him, too. Sounded like a constant war going on between them. Hell, I can think of at least one thing that'd be a million times better than fighting!"
Mary Beth grinned, then her face froze. Under her breath, she said, "Damn. Old man Worley's on the prowl. Cocksucker."
Joanne turned and saw Worley motioning to her. She sighed and said quietly, "And it's me he's after this time. I guess all my good luck's cancelling out with some bad. See you in a while, Mary Beth."
"I hope so."
"Miss Richards. Let's go into my office. I have a few things to discuss with you."
Joanne quickly followed her boss into the cheap office. It hadn't changed at all since the day he'd hired her and fucked her. The desk was still littered. And there was a faint smell of dust that showed a lack of cleaning.
He sat heavily in his chair and leaned back. Tenting his fingers, he studied her until he finally said, "Okay. Here's the bottom line. You've been going out and meeting the people who write in to 'Pen Friends'. When I hired you, it was mentioned that was a violation of company policy. Right?"
"Get on with it. Are you firing me?"
Joanne didn't have any time for Worley any more. The man had made such a pest out of himself since she'd been there, it was now a tossup whether she even wanted to stay or not. If not, she'd have to find another job fast. She just wished he'd get down to it and tell her what was on her mind.
"No, I don't think I'll fire you. At least you're not insulting my intelligence by denying it."
She thought, it wouldn't be possible for me to insult your intelligence. You don't have any. Joanne kept her mouth firmly shut, however. It wouldn't do to antagonize the man. He had a low animal cunning.
"I think, in your case, a little punitive action would be preferable to outright firing."
"So I write 'I won't fuck around' on the blackboard a thousand times?"
He laughed, but it wasn't a pleasant laugh. UI have something better in mind. Suck on it!"
He'd run the zipper on his trousers down. His cock snapped to attention. It jutted upwards from his groin like an enraged flagpole. The thick purple knob on the tip was pulsing with lust.
Joanne wasn't quite sure she wanted the job that badly. Then she remembered what she'd had to do to get the job in the first place. And it was a job. Not much of one but it paid, and she had no skills she could land another job with. Mrs. Cliff was incredibly insistent about being paid the rent. She was caught in the same trap that forced her to submit to his advances before.
"Suck on it?"
"Yeah, baby. You just suck me off and we'll see about keeping you on. Now get to it. Kneel down and give me some head!"
She dropped to the floor and moved closer to his groin. In an odd way, she was both repelled and fascinated by his cock. She guessed this must be the way a bird felt .about a snake. The bird was going to be eaten but it was still hypnotized into submission.
There was no denying she loved sucking on a man's prick, either. She'd done it a lot of times and each time was better than the last. To have to do it to keep her job was the same as blackmail.
Shrugging her shoulders, she placed her hands on the man's thighs and dipped her mouth down. The light kiss she gave the very tip of his cock caused it to buck and jerk around wildly. She smiled a little at the big reaction she'd gotten from his cock. Just a little stimulation had him at her command. She liked the feeling of power.
Her lips parted slightly and she sucked in the tip of his cock to give it a real tongue lashing. Her tongue roughly, wetly, moved in circles around the end of his prick until he was gasping for air. He sounded like a beached whale.
She sucked a little harder and pulled the glans entirely into her mouth. She let her teeth score the sides of his cock. The fierce red marks she left behind didn't hurt him at all. Just the opposite, in fact. The blood rushed furiously into his aroused prick and made him feel like he was going to shoot his wad right away.
She decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get him off in a hurry. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could get back to work. Being paid by the letter was a drag, but it was almost better than giving head to this fat toad of a man just to keep the job.
Her tongue stroked passionately against the cleft underside of his prick. The entire head of his cock was throbbing with life now. Each jerk told of an excited heartbeat. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever received and they both knew it.
"Keep going, doll. Keep going. I love the way your mouth works."
She didn't bother to answer. It would have been a waste of time. Besides, she had better uses for her mouth than to talk. Another inch of his prick vanished between her ruby red lips. Her tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado. She kept his skin constantly laved with her saliva, constantly stimulated with her sucking.
As her teeth worked hard and sharp against his shaft, she began moving her hands back and forth
- on his thighs. There was nothing that said she shouldn't try to enjoy this punishment as much as the man she was sucking off.
Her hands stroked over his thighs and finally unfastened his belt. Then his pants followed. This allowed her full access to his crotch. Her nimble fingers found the tiny sac containing his balls. With little tweaks and pinches, she tormented him until he wasn't able to speak coherently.
His scrotum had been hanging loose before she started. As she worked on it, it collapsed into a hard, tight little sphere of aroused sex. She bounced his balls around a little and felt them boiling in the thick stew of his jism. All the loose skin had tightened into a golf-ball sized pouch. She knew he was straining to keep from jetting out his cum.
As she pressed her tongue against the tip of his prick, she could feel the vibrations. His heart throbbed for her. His cock jumped around. His balls were tumbling over and over in a sexy cream. Even his hot breath gusted through her hair. She could feel the hot winds caressing her ears and the back of her neck.
She had him but good!
"Keep going, damn you. God, I never felt a mouth like yours before. If I'd known, oh, shiiiiit!"
She thought she'd gotten him off. She dimly realized how great his control had to be. She tried ramming her tongue down the pin-prick hole in the end of his fuck stick. There was no way she would ever be able to get down there, but it was so much fun trying!
It had almost caused him to fountain out his cum. That was her goal. She wanted to suck him off so he'd leave her alone.
Sensing his tasty cum just a few more licks away, she redoubled her efforts on his prick. Almost all of his cock was inside her mouth now. She kept sucking until she felt the rubbery tip of his prick bounce off the roof of her mouth and start down her throat.
She kept complete control as his prick entered her throat. She found it hard to breathe but that wasn't the idea. Swallowing caused her Adam's apple to bounce up and down and massage the underside of his prick. With his cock laying in the cradle formed by her tongue, she had almost total domination of the man.
The power tasted almost as good as his cock! "Balls are burning up. God, it's nice, that mouth of yours is so nice I can barely, umm, yeah! Suck harder, suck on me harder!"
She had to let his cock slip back out of her throat to gasp for air. Her tongue whirled around and around his prick as it slowly left her mouth. Her lips soothed the feverish red skin of the prick where her pearly teeth tormented it.
She began twisting her head from side to side. This allowed her to add a little rotary motion to eating his cock. When her nose burrowed into his bush, she knew she had taken him entirely into her mouth again. The man's stamina was incredible.
There had to be something else, something really sexy, she could do to bring him off fast.
The pounding of his pulse in the big vein on the top of the cock gave her the clue. She began working her head back and forth, slowly at first, then with increased speed. Face fucking herself, she made certain not a single square inch of skin all along that eight-inch spike of pleasure was missed by her tongue or lips or teeth.
She felt his cock begin to expand. It would only be a few more seconds now.
Her own heart began pounding loudly. She hadn't realized how turned on she'd become. The pulse in her throat was almost painful and the sound of the blood rushing through her head created an ocean surf noise that drowned out everything else.
Even her cunt had begun to sluggishly flow. She was as turned on by this mouth love as the man was!
She sucked harder. Suddenly it seemed as important to her that she get the full measure of delight as giving it to the man.
Her lips formed an "O" around his prick. With her head sliding back and forth, she was face fucking herself furiously now.
Fingers laced through her hair. A distant voice said, "I'll guide you. Just keep sucking!"
She sucked even harder than before. Her cheeks went hollow under the incredible vacuum she formed in her mouth.
He started pushing her head up and down. She let him. The cock slowly expanded in her mouth. Her tongue was relentless in trying to stimulate him. Nothing mattered to her except that cock coming and leaving her mouth.
The face fucking set her heart to trip hammering. Her own breath blasted hot and heavy into his bush. He shivered and pulled her head down even harder.
She felt the friction mounting between her lips and his cock. The sides of his prick were an ugly red now. The huge telephone-pole-thick rod was salty with sweat and the man's male essence. The salt tang and musk made her quiver.
She wanted cock. All of it.
The tiny drop of pre-cum tasted bitter. Her tongue pulled it away from the end of his cock and continued working all over his sensitive flesh. Then she felt his prick expand a little. His tempo of fucking had picked up. His cock was almost flying back and forth now.
She knew the time had come. He was going to spew out his tasty cum. And she wasn't going to miss a single drop of it!
When the first spurt blasted into her mouth, she managed to smear it all over her tongue. Her tastebuds screamed for joy. The essence of man was better than any wine. She was intoxicated on sex.
She sucked harder and harder. She wanted all his cum. Every drop had to be hers!
Finally, his bucking cock was depleted. There wasn't anything left in his balls to suck out.
She sank back to her heels and looked up at Mr. Worley. He had a pleased look on his face. Joanne carefully licked her lips and wiped away the last vagrant drop of his cum.
"So? Do I keep the job?"
"Sure, doll. Anyone who can give head like that deserves a job. But I really think I should return the favor."
"What do you mean?"
She shuddered because she knew what he meant. And she didn't know if she approved or not.
Chapter Nine
"You know what I mean. That little wet spot on your blue jeans didn't just appear. We know how it got there. You want something crammed up that tight little fuck hole of yours, don't you?"
She didn't answer. She didn't trust herself. He was right. She did want a cock reaming her out right now. But not his. She almost laughed at the thought. The way she'd eaten him, there was no way he could get it up for an hour or more.
And she didn't think he'd want to stay around all that long just to get another hard-on. Worley was a real stickler for business.
"Come on, doll. You want that cunt of yours properly attended to, don't you?" he demanded.
"What if I do? You won't be doing it with that!" v
She flicked his limp cock with her finger. It moved like a sleeping snake between his meaty legs.
He laughed harshly. "I was thinking of a bit more mouth love for you, doll. You gave me a lot of your tongue. I can return the favor with mine. I want to eat you out!"
"No," she said. But her body was screaming a different answer. She hated this man but her body needed the sex. Her cunt was slobbering in lust at the merest thought of his tongue entering it.
She couldn't give in to him. Sucking him off to keep the job was bad enough. This would be the ultimate in blackmail. The blackmail victim would be begging to pay even more than had been demanded!
"Yes," he said. "You forget quick, doll. I can fire you. I won't, If you get up here on the desk and get those jeans off so's I can eat you out good and proper."
"I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Not much. But what the hell? You'll enjoy it as much as I will and we both know that!"
She had to admit he was probably right. The way her pussy felt right now, even a dog's tongue licking and dragging roughly along her cunt would get her off fast.
Standing, she began wiggling out of her jeans. The strip tease seemed to really get the man hot again. For a ghastly minute, she thought he might get his hard-on back. His cock was dead for the time being, though. She didn't have to worry about him getting a boner again for quite a while.
Still, he was panting and licking his lips as he watched her strip off her jeans.
They were almost skin tight and peeled down nicely. Her white skin shone brilliantly in the light coming in through the window from behind the desk. She stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside.
She was acutely aware of how right he'd been.
Her cotton panties were almost completely soaked with her fuck juices. She'd been ready ever since .she dropped to her knees and took his prick into her mouth to suck on it.
"Like what you see?" she asked. She did a couple quick turns and planted the edge of her ass on the desk.
"Love it!"
His eyes were fastened on the triangle of her bush. She lifted one leg to tease him a little. She almost laughed in his face when he came close to falling forward. He couldn't take his eyes off her cunt.
Just as surely as her tongue had trapped him before, now her pussy was going to keep him a captive of her sex.
She enjoyed the feeling, but she knew she'd enjoy the feel of his tongue working its way into ' her pussy even more.
Spreading her legs and rocking back on the desk, she placed both feet on the edge of the desk. This parted her pussy lips in the lewdest, most obscene manner possible.
He loved it. And so did she! "Go on. Don't just look," she urged. "You wanted it, so sample it!"
She cried out when his mouth clamped firmly on her cunt. She didn't think she'd have this kind of a reaction. Her body was crying out as loudly as her voice for his mouth, his probing tongue.
He started licking immediately. His tongue shoved out hard against her blood-engorged pussy lips. He lapped up the cunt juice leaking out of her insides. He didn't miss a single drop of the slightly tart fluid.
She shivered at the roughness of his tongue on her delicate flesh. She wanted more but didn't trust her voice any longer. It didn't matter. He wasn't about to stop now. Not with the taste he'd gotten!
She raised her legs and draped her knees over his shoulders. This opened her cunt was wide as possible to the man. She hated herself even as she was doing it. That odd push-pull reaction was tormenting her. She detested the man and yet she wanted him.
Mentally she hated him and physically she wanted him.
Anything was okay as long as he kept his mouth on her pussy. There didn't seem to be any reason for him to leave. She was wide open to him, wantonly going along with anything he requested.
"Umm, so good, your tongue's all over me! Stuff it all the way in now. I want to feel it inside my cunt!"
There was a lewd sucking noise, then she shuddered. His tongue speared out and into her cunt. She felt it racing into her twat, stroking along the velvet walls. When he was as far up her cunt as he could possibly get, he began wiggling his tongue around.
The very tip of his tongue drove her wild with ecstasy. She hadn't realized she was this hot. The slightest movement in her pussy drove her into a frenzy. She rocked back and forth on the desk cramming her cunt toward his tongue spearing deeply into her. She had to have it all!
His tongue massaged and rippled the walls of her pussy until she felt the sexual pressures mounting inside her belly. It would be just a few seconds before she came. She tried to hold it back, then decided to ride with the man's mouth love.
Her climax wasn't the biggest she'd ever had, but it was satisfying. It seemed to spur the man on to even heavier attempts to get her to climax again. His tongue left her cunt with a wet plop and began stroking up and down her pussy lips. As he brushed across the delicately scalloped inner pussy lips, she came again, not big, but enough to let him know the sexual powers locked inside her young body.
"You're a real hot one, aren't you, doll?" he asked.
She couldn't answer. She lifted her ass off the desk and crammed her cunt into his face again. She didn't want talk from him, she wanted him to eat her out good!
He licked slowly, agonizingly, along her cunt lips until he came to her clit. The tiny spire of erectile tissue was where all her sexual pleasure lay. It was a tiny powder keg waiting to set off an atomic bomb of delight.
He knew exactly how to stimulate it. Some women liked a gentle circling of the clit, a rolling around of the pea-sized organ until they came. With only a little flick of his tongue, he knew that she was different. She like his tongue to start at the base and slowly work to the very summit.
He repeated this two or three times. Making sure her clit was properly greased was simple. If his own saliva hadn't been enough, the flow of her cunt juices would have been. He simply couldn't slurp them all up fast enough now.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. With the tiny nubbin trapped between his lips, he brushed his tongue rapidly, fleetingly, over the very tip as he sucked hard.
When she came, it was a lightning bolt of desire ripping through her entire body.
For an instant, he was both deaf and blind. Her thighs pressed down so hard on his ears, all sound but the thumping of his own heart was shut out. And with a cunt crammed that close to his face, he couldn't see much further than the top of the girl's crinkly bush.
"Keep eating! Your mouth! Your tongue, ummm, oh, god, oh, how bad I need it!" i
He kept on with his tasty chore. There wasn't enough money in the world to get him to stop now. He'd tasted paradise and wanted more of it. Lots more!
His tongue worked around the small organ of her clit a few more times to let her know exactly what power he held over her, then he began working down her sex gash. Already the cunt lips were coated with her thick inner oils. He licked the pussy lips clean once more and continued back to her cunt hole.
The girl shuddered when she felt his tongue go past her fuck hole. The tiny ridge of flesh between her cunt and her asshole was sensitive. The smallest touch of his tongue was electric. She was in a constant state of arousal now. No matter what he did to her, it added to her excitement, her need, her joy.
"Cram your tongue into my asshole!" she begged. "I want it all the way up my ass!"
His tongue moved back to her anus. The light caress of his tongue drove her up the pinnacle to another orgasm. As the fiery tides of passion faded in her body, she could feel him licking and kissing around her asshole.
The wetness and roughness of his pink tongue began prodding her tightly held anal muscle. She tried to relax, to get that tongue all the way up her ass. It was hard work for her. Ever since the burning enema she'd received, her ass had been begging for male attention. Nerves triggering pleasure unknown to her before had been uncovered and activated. She had loved being fucked up her ass. It had been the biggest turn-on she'd ever gotten from a man.
Now she was going to get a tongue up her asshole!
"Stuff it all the way! I need it so badly!"
Then she screamed in joy. She came with the force of a million tons of bricks smashing into the ground. That tongue wiggling its way into her guts was all it took to bring her off in a big way.
It wetly surged up her shit chute triggering a series of cums in her body. She felt like a berserk machine gun going off. Not one or two or three orgasms, but a never ending series smashed through her body.
He began tongue fucking her up the ass. Her body was drained of sensation. She was drenched in sweat from the frantic lovemaking. Yet she still was responding to his tongue driving hard and fast up her asshole.
She couldn't explain it. She didn't want to. She wanted to enjoy this to the fullest.
That tongue played her out until her body was as limp as a dishrag. She finally collapsed onto the piles of paper begging him, "No more. I... I just can't stand any more. You've worn me out!"
He smiled at her, almost leering. "Yeah, doll. You're a hot one. I'll give you that. But I can wear out the best of 'em. You're good but I've had better."
She wanted to complain but was too drained to bother. Let him bloat his own ego. Joanne didn't care. She still had her job and had gotten an incredible eating out. That was almost worth-all the degradation he put her through keeping the crummy job.
But Worley wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot.
"You know, doll, I bet you really clean up on your little house calls."
She'd weakly gotten off the desk and was pulling her jeans on. His eyes never left her wiggling ass the entire time she was dressing.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I mean, come off it, doll. A hot chick like you gets a load of bread from those clowns out there writing the letters. What do you charge? Maybe a hundred a fuck?"
He eyed her lewdly as if fucking her with his eyes instead of his cock.
"I don't get a dime out of it."
"Shit, doll, who're you kidding? You charge. Why else do it? So here's the deal. We split from now on. Fifty-fifty. And that's only because I want a little on the side, you know what I mean?"
She knew. Joanne realized he thought she was hooking. There wasn't any way he'd ever believe she was giving it away.
"Fifty-Fifty?"
"That's the way it's got to be or I'll bounce you so fast it'll leave your head spinning and not your ass, doll. Now get back to work."
Joanne left, wondering exactly how much Worley thought she should be getting a week and how long she could hold him off from trying to collect.
Chapter Ten
"That goddamn cocksucker!" flared Mary Beth. "We ought to get a dull knife and cut his balls off!" She was mad when Joanne told her what had gone on in the office.
"There's got to be a better way. Hell, this isn't the best job in the world, but I'm not going to prostitute myself for Worley. I'd sooner quit, though I'll be damned if I know what I'd do."
"You know," said Mary Beth, "maybe there's some way we can blackmail our dear employer. He's married, you remember. I bet it's his wife who put up the money for this little business and she probably wouldn't want monkey business to be a part of it."
"That's great. But how do we get to her?"
"We don't. We get something on Worley, then threaten him with it. Just what, well, let's work on it."
Joanne looked at the stack of letters in front of her. Fifty goddamn cents for every one she answered. It wasn't much but it was enough to live on. She'd hate to give it up. No longer was it just the money. She'd found an entire sexual world lurking out there waiting to be sampled as often as she desired it.
She wouldn't lightly give up the source of her sexual joys just because of Worley.
As she started writing a letter to a guy who got his kicks talking about her undies and all the things he enjoyed doing with them, Mary Beth said, "I seem to get all the hot ones. This one is just too great to keep to myself. Read it for yourself."
She passed it over to Joanne who read:
I'm sitting her photographing myself jacking off. I know you're a beautiful woman. I want you so much I can almost taste it. I am holding my cock and stroking faster and faster. The camera is running. This will be on 16mm film. I also use a videotape unit for instant replays. My cock is coming alive as I think about you, probably sitting there naked at the table, reading this letter. Your tits are lovely. The most perfect tits I've ever seen and they make my cock jump around like it's got a life of its own. I can feel the tide of my cum rising inside my prick. Just the thought of you smiling, fondling your own boobs, maybe masturbating while I watch, gets me off. My cum's spurting out onto the table. The camera's not missing a single instant of this.
Joanne looked at the wrinkled spot on the paper and decided it might be a drop of jism. She wondered what sort of guy could sit there photographing himself beating his meat. Wouldn't he prefer having a chick stroking up and down on his cock? Giving him a handjob while the camera rolled on?
She shivered as she realized the idea of being photographed while fucking was really kinky. Even more so was the idea of being able to see herself fucking via an instant replay.
That could be better than setting a mirror beside the bed and then balling. The angles could be all prearranged and just right to show his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, fucking the hell out of her.
She blushed furiously as she realized she was panting heavily, her tits rising and falling as her passions rose.
"Really groove on that trip, don't you, Joanne?" asked Mary Beth. "I sort of wanted him for myself, but I can see you would appreciate it a lot more than I would. Go on. Take him. But don't give that friggin' Worley one goddamn cent!"
How could she tell Mary Beth she didn't take money for what she did? Why bother. The girl I probably wouldn't believe her any more than Worley would. That seemed to be the pattern. A chick got a job here only to use it as a way of getting a list of customers built up for a prostitution gig.
"Yeah, I'll give this one a try. Imagine going around the world-and all on film!"
"Something else. But you've got to invite me to a private showing if anything really steamy gets filmed," demanded Mary Beth.
"Front row ticket, I promise," said Joanne. The rest of the day she was thinking about Worley and Mary Beth and about the letter writer who filmed himself jacking off.
Soon, all Joanne could think of was the single name, "Chris". That was how he signed his letter. Just "Chris". She'd go find this Chris and see if he was for real.
t t f
The address on the envelope took her into the downtown business section. She found the proper building and quickly ran down the list of firms using the place as offices.
She almost choked when she came to the name, Richards' Photos.
Joanne didn't believe it. On shaky legs, she went to the elevator and punched the button for the seventh floor. The doors slipped open on silent rollers and she went down the hall and stopped in front of the frosted glass door.
She opened the door and walked in. Sitting behind the solitary desk was a man, just a couple years older than she, looking at some proofs.
"Hello, Chris."
"Joanne! Hey, Sis, it's great to see you. What brings you to my brand new office? Like it? Just opened it up a couple weeks ago."
"Yeah, nice, Chris. Real nice. Did the folks spring for the money to get all this set up?" Joanne looked around the small office. It wasn't much hut certainly beyond her brother's financial means.
"Sort of a loan. But, hey, I haven't seen you since you ran off with that creep Frank. He finally run out on you?"
"Last month. Maybe it was last year. I can't keep track of time."
Chris looked at her strangely and finally said, "How'd you know where I was? The way Mom and Dad talk about you, they wouldn't give you the time of day."
She silently pulled the letter from her purse and showed it to him. There was a tiny thrill flashing through her body as she saw his face turn absolutely white. This was the last thing in the world he'd expected to see.
"You work for that outfit?" he asked, his voice choked.
"Yeah. And I occasionally go out for a few kicks. Since Frank left me in a bind, 1 take what I can get."
"Christ, Sis, I didn't know you were that bad off. I could have .. ."
"You could have nothing. You were always Mom and Dad's favorite. Sure, you could give me a few bucks to keep the landlady off my case but that's all."
She rumpled the paper up and continued, "I came by to see what kind of guy photographed himself jerking off. I guess I found out. One who comes from a home exactly like mine!"
"You'll never know the strain I'm under, Sis. The folks, well, they're so uptight over sex it's gotten to me. I did hope you'd make out okay with Frank. It gave me courage of a sort. But I still get all tongue-tied around chicks. It takes a long time to break the habits your parents have instilled in you. It's terrible but deep down inside I still think sex is something dirty."
"And that's why you film yourself?"
"Sure. Sort of punishment maybe. Or just to give myself a kick. I don't know."
Joanne circled around the desk and put her arms around her brother's head and pulled his face to her body. She crooned, "Oh, you poor baby! I never realized you were so tangled up inside."
She felt wet spots appearing on her blouse. He was crying. She soothed him by gently rocking back and forth.
Before she knew what was happening, she was kissing him. And it wasn't any sisterly kiss, either. This one told the full story of what they'd both been through. All the passions pent up in her flooded out and into that single kiss.
Her brother responded fully. He seemed to be - lling her he understood, he cared.
She wasn't quite sure how she got undressed.
e should have been a little embarrassed about it.
Here she was, hot and ready to fuck her own brother-and on his desk virtually in public!
It was almost too heavy a trip for her to take. Incest scared her. It was just a word, she knew that. But it carried a lot of emotional impact.
The fears were slowly erased by her brother's lips moving over hers, going along the line of her jaw, finding her ear. When his hot breath seared the already aroused flesh and he began to nibble, she moaned out, 'T want you, Chris! I want you more than any man ever! Fuck me! Right here on the desk! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Her legs drifted open so there would not be any hint of confusion about want she really wanted him to do. She shuddered as his hand closed over her cunt.
His tongue was driving back and forth in her ear, a mock fucking, a promise of things to come. And his hand was massaging the skin all around her cunt. He pressed down firmly on her pussy mound. The skin tightened and stretched around her clit.
Lightning bolts of desire blasted into her body. She shivered again, hot and cold rushing over her consciousness.
"Your cock, ummm, oh, yessss! I want it in me!"
"In you?" he asked stupidly, as if realizing for the first time what was really happening. "I... I can't! Christ, you're my sister! That'd be-----"
"Incest!" she shouted. "Yes and I don't care. I want your cock running hard into my cunt! Feel! I'm wet! I need you, dearest! Please! I've never begged you for anything before. Give me that goddamn cock of yours!"
He cut off the torrent of words with his mouth. In the same motion, he moved around the desk so that he was positioned between the girl's legs. His sister's strong, gleamingly white legs circled around his waist and pulled him in to her pussy.
His cock was already out and hungry for pussy. It found a warm berth in her cunt. There wasn't any fancy foreplay. They both knew what they wanted and how to get it.
She gasped as his prick shot all the way up into her cunt. His cock bucked strongly inside her. The thick-veined prick made her feel fulfilled, a complete woman. That it was her very own brother fucking her just added to the thrill.
"Like it? All the way up you?"
"Don't be silly," she laughed. "It's marvelous! It... It's simply super! Now fuck me!"
"Don't rush a good thing. I'm a bit shaky on this incest thing. God, you'll never know how much I've lusted after you. Just watching you walk gave me a hard-on. I'm not passing up this chance. Not for a million bucks."
"What do you mean?"
"I just turned on the videotape unit."
"That's great 'cause you've already turned me i"
"Then we can really get to fucking!"
"Ungh, oh, shit, yes! That's the way!" she moaned. The feel of his prick stirring around inside her guts made her a weak, rubbery mass of flesh feverishly shivering on the desk.
She tightened her grip around his waist and pulled him even deeper up her twat. The blunt head of his cock lightly touched her hidden cervix. The slight rubbing so far up her belly made her muscles knot with anticipation of even more to come.
When he began pulling out, she tried to stop him. It wasn't fair! She wanted to keep him inside her cunt forever!
Tensing her stomach muscles caused her pussy walls to grip firmly on his cock. He moaned but managed to continue his slow retreat from her cunt. When he left only the head of his cock inside her well-greased pussy lips, he said, "There. Now back!"
"AIEEEE!"
The sudden surge of his cock back into her tight pussy was too much for her to handle. She tried to grip as firmly as she could on his prick and this set her off coming.
He gasped as he drove hard into her tight fuck hole. He felt as if he'd been flattened by a collapsing mine shaft. Her cunt walls rippled and convulsed along the entire length of his prick. The erotic massage his cock was receiving set his heart to pounding faster and faster.
Not able to restrain himself and longer, he pulled out and then crammed his hips forward as fast as he could. Like a piston, he worked his cock to and from in her cunt.
His sister's cunt! He couldn't forget that. And this was all on film. He had to fuck her right. Everything had to be perfect. Sound was okay. The wet slurshing noises as he fucked her juicy pussy told him that.
The sounds of their mutual passion were being picked up by a hidden mike. Every single motion was finding its way to film. When her legs pulled him in to her cunt, that was recorded.
The sight of his cock vanishing up her cunt was captured, too. There would be a great shot of her pussy lips spreading around his prick, with a shiny cunt-juice-greased pole vanishing entirely into her cunt.
He heard the sound of his blood thudding hard in his temples. It was relayed all the way to his crotch. His groin was aflame with lust. His cock was berserk with desire now. It jerked and danced and bucked hard inside her hot, clinging pussy. Her cunt was the tightest, hottest ever!
He fought back the rising tide of his cum. Not yet. He had to give his sister the fucking she'd deserved!
"Y-you're so big, darling! I... I never realized!"
"It's you who's small. Damn me, but you're the tightest cunt'd bitch I ever fucked!"
"Go, go on! I want to feel the friction all the way up and down my cunt. Now, now, NOW!"
She was filled to overflowing with his cock. Her entire belly was alive with the joy of sex. But there had to be more. This was a kinky trip for her. Looking up she could just barely see the lens of the camera recording all this incestuous screwing.
The entire world seemed to pile onto her then. A massive cock was battering away at her cunt, pushing her desires to the breaking point. It was incest. A word. Nothing more, But the emotional message it carried gave her a thrill unlike any she'd ever felt before.
This was her brother fucking her!
She leaned back and tried to relax, to enjoy the long, hard strokes driving into her cunt. She could feel every portion of his buried cock. Her cunt
. walls were softly folded around a huge cock, one with a knobby head that throbbed with virility.
She couldn't relax. Her body tensed for another cum. She reached out and gripped her brother by the arms and pulled her body up a little.
"Fuck me good, damn, but I... oh, oooo- hhhhh!"
This time, as her cunt squeezed powerfully on his cock, he didn't keep fucking her. He came. His cock blew out spurt after white-hot spurt of his jism.
He creamed her fuck hole good before they both collapsed onto the desk top.
Finally relenting, she released her death grip around his waist. They lay side by side, hands roving over the other's body, exploring, probing, seeking the familiar and the unknown.
"You're a damned fine stud, Chris. I never knew my big brother sported such a fine prick."
"And I never knew my little sister could screw like a rabbit, either. I don't know-or care-who taught you, but he did a great job."
"Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"This is all on videotape, right?"
"Sure is. Want to see an instant replay of everything?"
"Everything? The whole works?"
"Everything. Come on in to the viewing room and I'll run it back."
Joanne gathered her clothes up and obediently followed her brother. This promised to be as much fun as the fucking.
She was wrong. It was more fun.
Chapter Eleven
"Wow! You do have this place all fixed up, don't you?" Joanne said as she saw the tiny viewing room. The huge six foot screen at one end of the room ahd a plush-covered platform in front of it.
Sensuous shivers ran up her arm as she ran fingers across the surface. To actually he on this and fuck!
The thought made her juicy in the cunt again. And she'd thought the fucking her brother had just given her would do her for a long, long time!
"Stretch out, Sis, and I'll get things working."
The sight of a bigger than life projection of them fucking got her horny in such a short time, she began masturbating. Her fingers worked quickly, deftly, up into her manhole.
But it was so lonesome there now. She wanted a cock, her brother's cock fucking her hard and fast and long. Just like the video program running on the screen.
He seemed to share her feelings. His hand drifted down to her cunt. Soon, almost before she realized it, there were two fingers in her pussy. One was hers and the other was her brother's. Together, they explored the depths of her snatch.
Finally, too weak to even sit up, she collapsed back onto the plush-covered platform and said, "Again? Fuck me again, please!"
"You're on the right wavelength, Sis. Feel."
He pulled her hand to his prick. Already it was stirring with renewed life. She was getting him hard again! Her own brother desired her enough to want to fuck her again!
"You know what I've always loved about you the most, Sis?"
"My tiny cunt?" she guessed.
"Didn't know about that before then," he said, tossing his head toward the screen where their ghost-images fucked frantically.
"What then, ummm, nice. Keep your hand there! In my cunt!"
He wiggled his fingers and watched the ripple pass through her body. Her ass lifted off the soft surface and he could almost imagine the wave of sheer delight coursing along her smooth skinned body.
"Your tits always turned me on. When you didn't suspect, I'd be peeking in your door. Christ, the number of times I had wet dreams about your boobs!"
"Really?" This surprised her. She had always thought her brother to be a distant, cold person. She was discovering a brand new facet of his personality he'd kept hidden for a long time.
"Yeah. Your tits. The way they surge up. The white titflesh threatening to blossom out of those tight halters you wear. The way your nipples make little mushrooms on the teeshirts you wear. I'm not blind. I could see the way your boobs swayed back and forth as you moved around. Gave me more'n one hard-on, believe me!"
"You like my tits? Why not suck on them? They're yours. All yours."
His mouth descended to the crest of one of those snowy white boobs. He sucked in the entire tip of the jog. The nipple pulsed wildly against his tongue. Her heart was hammering away in lust. This spurred him on to even bigger things.
He began trying to stuff her entire tit into his mouth. It wasn't possible. Her boob was simply too large for that. It gave them both a big thrill just by trying.
His teeth left angry red marks down the slopes of the perfectly shaped cone. His tongue tried to erase them by licking and pressing firmly all over the satiny smooth skin. He didn't want to give pain, he wanted to give his sister nothing but pleasure!
"Ummm, so niiice!" she sighed. "It's relaxing and exciting at the same time. Funny, isn't it?"
"Unph!" he said around a mouthful of her tit. There was no way he was going to give up his tasty mouth of titflesh to carry on conversation. The slightly salty tang of her sweat urged him on as much as the throbbingly hard marble of her nipple.
"Us. The two of us here in your place fucking. And you have it all on film. Ummm, oh! Yes!
That's it! Christ, yesss!"
The idea formed slowly in his head. He loved his sister's tits. They were a pleasure to feel with his tongue, to run his lips over, to kiss, to caress and fondle.
Why not fuck them? He could fuck his sister's tits!
He sucked in as hard as he could. He could feel the excited blood pounding hard into the tips of her tits. Then his lips left the nipple with a wet smacking noise.
"Ready for this, Sis? Your tits are going to get the greatest treat they ever received!"
"Huh? What? Don't stop, hey, oh, ohhhh!" she moaned.
He'd straddled her waist and positioned himself on her belly so that his prick lightly brushed against the slopes of her warm, luscious knockers. In this way he could, even feel her throbbing heartbeat through the aroused mounds of titflesh.
Slowly, he sank down so that his ass rubbed suggestively against her pussy mound. The crinkly, wet hairs of her cunt tantalized him, drove him to want more pleasure than he was getting. He wanted to slam his prick all the way into her juicy pussy-but he'd already done that.
There was no sensation in the world quite as great as fucking a warm, wanton and completely willing woman. Being engulfed by her soft, clinging cunt was the next best thing to paradise. He could see it on the playback going on beside him. The videotape unit was faithfully showing him every conceivable angle. The sight of his cock entering her slightly-parted pussy lips made his hard-on jerk lustfully. He rotated his hips a little and felt her bush stroke across the bottom of his balls.
He gulped hard and held back the fiery tide of his cum. It wasn't supposed to be this hard keeping from blasting off the second time around. He'd never had any trouble controlling himself the second time he'd balled a chick.
He didn't understand it - and then again, he did. Just the sight of his sister's tits made him hard. Being this close to them gave an added twinge to his prick that wasn't to be denied.
"Ready for this, baby?" he gasped out. Keeping his breathing from sounding harsh and grating was work. But pleasurable work, work he enjoyed almost as much as actually fucking.
"Do it, Chris! I want to get that lovely cock of yours all the way up my cunt again." "Nope, not there. Here!"
She moaned softly as she felt his hands clamp down hard on her tits. The bright red, erect nipples poked through his fingers as his fingers gripped the white fleshed slopes. As he closed his fingers, he stimulated her nubbins of erectile flesh.
The intensity of sensation was so great, she thought he was going to jerk off the tiny mushrooms cresting her boobs. He continued rolling the marble-like hunks of flesh around until she was thrusting her chest upwards into his hands. She had to have more, always more.
"Y-your cock! Give that to me! Shove it between my tits!" she begged her brother.
Just the sight of that battering ram of prick was. enough to make her wet between the legs. Her cunt was overflowing with her lust for him again. But it was his cock that turned her into a sex-starved maniac. She'd do anything to get another taste of that prick.
He leaned forward and shoved her tits together. She gasped as she felt her nipples rubbing against each other. He was pushing her tits all out of shape. He threatened to rip them from her chest.
But she wasn't going to complain. The promise of what was to come outweighed any discomfort. She wanted cock.
The very touch of his glans against the downside of her boobs set off her orgasm. She'd been primed and ready to sail into orbit at the first sign of his prick. Now he was wiggling his hips back and forth, drilling his cock into the soft passage between her boobs.
The artificial cunt he'd formed from her jugs was super-sensitive. The mouthing he'd given them coated them with a shining layer of his spit. It wasn't much but it gave enough lubrication for him to slip his prick back and forth with only a little friction.
Cock against tit made them both come alive. She reached out and found his balls. She began fondling the hairy little sac as if it contained a religious relic. It was precious to her. She wanted what it contained almost as badly as she wanted to continue feeling the hardness of his boner.
The cock rested neatly between her tits. Every time his heart beat powerfully, his prick jerked a little bit harder. Soon it was dancing around in the warm, wet tunnel until she was fighting down another cum.
"Fuck my tits! Oh, please, please! I need it!" There was only one thing left for the girl in the entire universe-his virile, lusty fuck stick.
She bent her head forward so that she could see the purpled hood poking out of the mounds of titflesh. The sharp contrast between the fierce color of his cock and the snowy whiteness of her boobs emphasized how her enjoyment was soaring. The tender skin of her tits received a full measure of stimulation. The way his prick forced its way through the cunt he'd created from her pillowy tits was only part of her joy, though. The attempt to trap the head of his cock added to both their sexual appetites.
Her tongue flashed out and touched the very end of his cock. The taste of bitter pre-cum spurred her on to even more activity. She had to have his prick or she'd go crazy with desire!
"Harder! Faster, I want to feel the warmth burning my tits off!"
"Okay, you asked for it, Sister dear!"
His hips worked back and forth with impressive force. He pulled back from her tiny tunnel of titflesh. With a swift forward motion, he drove his spike of pleasure all the way through the mountains of her chest. The way her soft skin folded around him, trapped him, pulled at his cock, made him fight to hold back the gush of his cum.
He wanted to enjoy all this new and wonderful fucking. The warmth and pulsing of her tits turned him on more than he'd have thought possible before he'd started. And the way her nipples had turned into rock-hard little nubbins of throbbing pleasure, he was certain she was getting off on the tit fucking as much as he was.
Maybe her enjoyment was more. She was trying to let the tides of sensation wash through her chest as he fucked back and forth. The girl's tits burned with desire for her brother's prick. She wanted him all the more after this.
Straining, she was able to get her tongue onto his prick as it came surging through the fleshy pillows of her tits. Her tongue made a rapid circuit around the tip of his cock. She lavished extreme care on his glans. It was the most sensitive portion of his cock and she wanted to make certain he was going to continue fucking her boobs.
The wonderful sensations were smashing hard against her body and brain now.
Her tits burned with friction and the heat of his meaty rod. The pulsating cock buried in the canyon between her tits was almost enough to get her off. The feel of his fingers working eagerly against her nipples sent her soaring off into a sexual world all her own.
But it was the taste of his prick that made her come again.
Her tongue looped out and around the head of his cock. The masculine musk taste tightened her throat and convulsed her body in a gigantic climax. As she bucked and thrashed about wildly under him, her brother started moving his hips rhythmically. He fucked her tits the best he could. Soon, the sight of her coming and the feel of her soft, tender titflesh clinging to his prick brought him off.
His cock jerked and spewed out gob after white gob of his jism.
Her mouth was the target. He missed with his first shot and hit on her lips with the second. Then her tongue was avidly working to trap every single precious drop of his cum.
The sight of her face covered with his jism as well as the physical joy he felt throughout his balls and groin made his cum last longer than ever before.
He burned like he was on fire. His mind locked on one thought-!
And then he was limp. His cock was wasted and lay between her cones of titflesh like a garden hose.
Joanne's tongue worked feverishly slurping up all her brother's cum. The salty taste made her hungry for more. But there wasn't any more. She'd pumped him dry. She'd have to be content with what she'd gotten.
"Like it?" he needlessly asked her.
"Sure. That was super. I just don't know why no guy's ever tried it before now. Maybe none of them are in your league, Chris. You're one hell of a stud!"
He laughed and slid his leg off her. The weight of his body lifting from her was like a physical blow. She wanted him close. This was her brother. Not just any guy, but her brother!
She sighed and rubbed across the sensuous velvet underneath her body. Everything that had happened since she'd come here had been great. To think her very own brother was carrying a torch for her all these years!
And how she'd wanted him! It just wasn't an easy thing for her to admit. But now that they'd gotten it on and she'd seen first hand what a cocksman he was, Joanne was sure they'd be regulars together.
She stretched out her arms and arched her back, aware he was watching her closely. She said, "How about another go at it?"
He laughed, then asked, "With or without the camera running?"
Suddenly, she didn't care. Kis mouth was already closing over her cunt and his tongue was driving deep up her juicy, needy pussy.
Chapter Twelve
Mary Beth shook her head slowly, saying, "I don't think it's going to work. Christ, Worley is a suspicious bastard. I don't think he's going to buy any story like that, Joanne."
"Well, if robbery's not it, what then?" she asked, exasperated.
"Look, why not just tell Worley you didn't collect a dime off the guy because it was your brother. You know. The whole scene about incest and how it shook you finding your own flesh and blood there waiting for you."
"You called it. Worley wouldn't care about noise like that. He'll just say 'Why the hell didn't you fuck him and take the money?' And what do I tell him then? That I did fuck my own brother but gave him a freebie because I wanted to keep it all in the family?"
"You actually balled him? Your own brother? You didn't tell me that before," said Mary Beth, a hint of awe in her voice. It was obvious she'd thought Joanne had seen it was her brother and then run like hell.
"Sure. Chris is a damn fine stud. That prick of his - - -" Her voice trailed off as she thought of him fucking her. It had been the best screwing she'd ever gotten. Her cunt still throbbed thinking about the feel of his cock drilling hard and fast into her.
And her tits were like balloons reaching the breaking point. Excited blood pounded hard into them making the nipples bulge. The mere thought of her brother set off all the bodily responses in her.
She wanted him. She wanted his cock in her cunt, fucking hard.
"Wow, you actually balled your own brother. I always wondered what mine was like in the sack," said Mary Beth. Then, "Hey, this isn't solving the problem."
"Nope," agreed Joanne. "Nothing is going to solve the problem until I get Worley off my case once and for all."
Mary Beth looked shocked. "You're not thinking about snuffing him out or anything like that?"
"No. More like this. He's got a wife. I found that out snooping around his office. I think she's the one financing this entire operation. What would she say if she got really nice 8x10 glossy photos of her loving hubby fucking some other chick?"
"I think I like the way your mind works, Joanne. You're going to set the old peckerhead up, right? And Chris will do all the camera work for the blackmail. But how's it going to keep Worley in line? What happens if he doesn't knuckle under? What if he calls your bluff?"
"What bluff? I would show those pictures to anyone who'd look. How would he like having his ugly face, and other parts of his body, in some big-time magazine. I'd sell them, I would. I want to burn that son of a bitch so bad I can taste it."
"Cool down, Joanne. Let's get this all set up. I want to be there so I can see the action!"
Joanne was already planning it in her head. Worley's office was the perfect place. A shot through the glass door would be nice. Chris wouldn't have any trouble at all with it as long as she kept Worley occupied.
She was certain she could do that. A tiny smile danced at the corners of her mouth as she thought what fun this was going to be.
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"What the hell you mean you didn't get anything from him? Look, doll, this is a business deal we've got going here. You try to cut me out and I'll can you. I'll make sure you never work in this town again!"
"Please, Mr. Worley. Let me explain," Joanne said. She tried to look terrified of him. Inside, she was loving every second of this little game. Outside the door, in the outer office, Chris and Mary Beth were setting up the movie equipment. Every torrid second of her seduction of Worley was going to be on film.
For once, she'd enjoy getting screwed by him, because she'd be screwing him right back!
"So talk and make it sound good. I don't like to hear lies from so lovely a mouth."
"I didn't collect. Let's just leave it at that. And," she hastily added, "You can collect your share. From that mouth you find so lovely."
She was around his desk and sitting in his lap before he could move or say another word.
Her tongue flashed out and began tumbling around his tongue. Trapped in the limbo between their mouths, he began struggling a little bit. She took this as a sign of the man's will slowly dissolving. She renewed her efforts.
Her mouth clamped firmly on his. She began sucking until she teased his tongue into her moist mouth. Then her teeth gently trapped his tongue. The dancing tip was held firmly between her teeth and she managed to tease it a little more with the very tip of her own tongue.
The way the man's body went limp told her she'd won the battle. He was accepting this and wouldn't bother with anything else going on in the outer office. Her brother and best friend would have free rein to photograph all the lovemaking. And she was going to make sure it was dynamite stuff! , "Ummmm, oh, Mr. Worley, you taste so gooood!" she purred. Her hands were already working on the buttons on his shirt. When he slapped them away she went immediately to his belt and unbuckled it.
"What the hell are you doing?" "If you don't know..."
"Damnit! I wanted money, not merchandise! I, um, oh shiit!"
She had worked the man's zipper down and seen his cock standing stiffly at attention. He wasn't fooling anyone any more. He wanted her. His cock told the story.
"You're so biiiig!" she exclaimed. "And I'd just love to have that gorgeous prick fucking me!"
"Why the sudden change? You hated like hell the times I balled you. Why are you so hot for me all of a sudden?"
"Oh, you men! Don't you know when a woman's kidding you? I love that prick of yours! It's... so big!"
And she had to admit she was getting hot for it. The sight of the ugly red shaft was arousing her more than she'd anticipated. So much the better, she thought. If she really got it on, the camera would capture it all.
Outside the office, Chris was swinging the camera into position. He was at a great angle and could see everything in the room. His sister's body blocked Worley's vision.
"So all you do know is film?" asked Mary Beth, crouching down and looking over the edge of the window.
"That's it. Just grind away as Sis does it to that old fart." He looked into the viewfinder and saw it was perfect. Then he looked down as he felt a hot breath gusting through the hairs of his bush. Mary Beth had unzipped his pants and was eyeing his prick with longing.
"So go on and suck if you want," he said. The sudden feel of her hot mouth on his prick made him weak in the knees. It was everything he could do to keep from collapsing.
He couldn't do that. He couldn't mess up the camera alignment. He had to keep on filming his sister fucking Worley. But the feel of Mary Beth's mouth all over his priqk was enough to rob any man of his determination to do anything but face fuck her.
He managed to lace one hand through the woman's hair and guide her mouth up and down his prick in the motion that set his pulse to racing wildly. Nothing in the world matched the sensations ripping through his loins. Here he was getting a blow job as he watched his very own sister fucking her boss on the man's desk top!
Joanne was past caring what was going on in the outer office. She had her sights set on Worley's prick. She'd taken it in hand and stroked along its bucking length a few times to let him know she meant business. Then she'd dropped to her knees and taken his cock into her mouth.
The feel of his cock throbbing in her mouth was enough to spur her on to even more active pursuits.
"Hey, doll, keep your mouth on my prick. I like it!"
"But there's so much more! Like this!" She lithely spun around and spiralled to a full standing position. She postured for him, her hip jutting out, hand on the flare of her ass. As provocative as she could make it, she began stripping off her blouse.
Button by button, she peeled her blouse off. When her tits bulged out in a double handful of tasty-looking tit flesh, the man was totally hooked. He wasn't going anywhere. The only motion the girl could see was his eyes jumping all around her body and his prick lustily dancing at his groin.
"Like it, Mr. Worley? Like the way I'm undressing you?"
"Uh, yeah! Keep going, keep going!" She draped the blouse over one shoulder and started working on her jeans. Then she began to sinuously wiggle. No belly dancer ever had better moves. She swayed back and forth and the jeans magically slid over her ass and down her legs into a puddle on the floor.
The striptease was getting to her, too. She felt her cunt begin to water. Her insides were churning in reaction. In spite of herself, she wanted that prick driving hard and fast up her cunt. She needed a man's strong prick reaming her out, making her feel totally like a woman.
She moved faster. Her panties seemed to evaporate in one smooth move to leave her naked.
She pirouetted for the man. She looked back over her shoulder and winked at him. Anything to make him forget about his surroundings, come, to her and fuck her royally.
"Come here, darling," she cooed. "I want to feel you close. Verrry close. Close enough to stick a hard cock into me."
Bending forward a little, she thrust her ass out in his direction. It was a blatant come-on. Waggling her pert bottom a little more, she pulled him out of his chair as if she had him on strings.
"God, I never wanted a chick as bad as I want you!" he panted.
"Then take me! I'm all yours! Fuck me with that huge cock of yours until I'm begging for more!"
He pressed closely, mashing her tits. Her hands flew over his pants and she hurriedly stripped them off. She had to get him naked for the camera.
And, she admitted to herself, to let him get mounted on her.
"Ummmmmm, you taste so niiiice!" She began kissing and licking his lips and face. Her mouth quickly moved back along the bristly line of his jaw until she got to his ear. There, she began stuffing her tongue into his ear. The action told him what she wanted.
She gasped when his hand found her cunt. He crudely grabbed her by her pussy hairs and lifted her off her feet. She screamed and then was
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sprawled on his desk, legs spread on either side of his body.
She was fully open and vulnerable to his pulsating prick.
"Go on! Fuck me!"
Sobbing as he drove his cock into her gooey cunt, she felt a wracking shudder pass through her body. One second, her cunt was empty. The next, she was filled to overflowing with his prick. She loved it. She wanted more. Twitching her ass gave him the message. She rotated her body around the impaling spike of his cock and sent tremors of sheer delight earthquaking through her own body. There was nothing in the world like having a real man's prick shoved all the way up her cunt.
The way he stretched and pulled her apart inside was enough to get her hot for more. His prick was jumping around in her tight sheath of female flesh. This stirred her passions even more.
"Like it, doll? Want more of my cock?" "Yessss! Mooore!" "You got it!"
He pulled back, then fucked hard into her yielding body. She was momentarily empty inside. The vacuum created by his departing prick was threatening to pull her guts out. And then she felt his cock poised for a second at the gates to her cunt.
His huge prickhead separated her pussy lips. She felt the flow of her juices out and around his fuck stick and down the inside of her own thigh. Then he was surging hard and fast into her churning cunt. She screamed as he completely filled her with his meaty prod.
"YESSSS! I want it all the waay!"
His hands moved restlessly over her naked flanks. He loved the satiny feel of her thighs, the way her ass tensed and relaxed as he buried his cock in her cunt. Most of all, he loved the feeling of her hot pussy flesh collapsing around his cock. Damn, but could she ever pleasure a man!
The sight of her tits rising and falling heavily, shaking just a little, wobbling around on her chest, was almost enough to make him blow his wad. Buried balls deep as he was up her cunt it wouldn't have taken much for him to have gotten off.
But he held himself in check. He wanted to fuck her, really fuck her. It wasn't every day a beautiful young chick like this bopped on into his office and spread 'em just for him!
He was going to take full advantage of the opportunity. Nothing was going to keep him from giving her the fucking of her young life. She'd remember this day for a long, long time. He'd see to that.
"Go on! Ride me, ride me hard! Haaaard!" she begged.
Her entire body was like a giant raw nerve ending. The lightest touch was sheer agony for her. Agony and delight. She didn't know what was happening. She loved the way his cock spread her inner membrane to the breaking point. He was filling her completely with his prick.
She was vaguely aware of the man's hands working up and down her body. She felt his rough, coarse hands pulling her asscheeks apart. For a second, she was certain he was going to rip those tasty hunks of assflesh from her body.
He ran his hands up along her back and sent tremors blasting all along her spine. He clamped his hands feverishly on her tits and began working her nipples around in small circles. As he squeezed hard on one of the blood-engorged nubbins, she came.
"AIIIIEEEE! Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
A curtain of white blotted out the entire world. She felt her body twisting and turning to drive his oock even deeper into her cunt. She wanted it to split her apart all the way to the chin.
Then she was sobbing out, "More! I want more of your cock!"
Through the heavy pounding of pulse in her temples, she heard him saying, "... anything you want, doll. All this is yours!"
She opened her eyes and had trouble focusing Aem. Blinking, she succeeded in seeing the man's �peaty face hovering over her. She looked down between her tits and saw his stomach muscles tensing and relaxing. In a vague way, she realized he was fucking the hell out of her.
For a moment, she was doped up. She couldn't feel a thing. A complete fog surrounded her, gently wrapped her. She glanced over the fucking man's shoulder and saw her brother's face at the camera. He was getting it all on film.
And from the look on his face, she realized that wasn't all her brother was getting. She could just barely see the tossing head of her best friend. Smiling, she silently cheered them on.
Then sensation came smashing back into her body. She felt every inch of his cock fucking her.
She tensed her stomach muscles and clamped down hard on his buried prick. Trying to trap his cock inside her almost worked. Her muscles were young, strong. But in the end it was her own aroused body which betrayed her.
She wanted to keep his prick inside her where she could really feel it. The thick vein on the top of his cock felt like a firehose. His glans was massive inside her snatch. She felt the arrowhead pressing firmly into her juicy flesh. But most of all, the erratic bobbing of his cock sent bolts of carnal lightning volting into her cunt.
She wanted to hang onto that cock but couldn't. The very juices she was pouring out over his prick lubricated it too well. She was boiling over in her lust. The slippery oils allowed him to pull out of her clutching cunt.
"Goddamn, baby, I never felt a tighter cunt. I'd think you were a goddamn virgin except I know better. You're one hot piece of meat!"
"And you're hot, too! I can feel that poker of yours burning inside me. Give it to me good!"
"Coming up!" he promised.
His hips levered foward and back faster and faster. She felt the passage of his cock against her pussy walls. Trying to hold him inside was a waste of time. He was too strong, his cock too demanding. She allowed him to fuck her manhole with long, penetrating strokes.
The friction warmed her loins. Soon, she felt another orgasm building. The liquid heat puddling inside her began to take on a sexual tension that wasn't to be denied.
She grabbed wildly at his arms and shrieked, "I... I can't hold back any longer. I.. .-oh, ooohhhh, uunnnghhh!"
The world spun crazily around her again as she. came. Her body lurched and she shoved her ass upward in a vain attempt to take even more of his wonderful cock all the way up her cunt.
"Hot, damn, but you're a goddamn hot, sex-starved bitch," he grunted. "And I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never forget it!"
His hips blurred with speed. He was driving his prick into her all the way. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass. He heard the wet, lewd smucking noise as his cock fucked furiously into her juicy pussy. And then he felt his balls begin to tighten up, to lurch with desires not to be ignored.
"Oh, shiiiit!" he grunted as he came.
His balls erupted and his cock spewed forth a steady stream of cum. He whitewashed the wanton girl's cunt with his fiery seed until he set off still another climax in her young body.
Locked together in the most intimate embrace possible, they rocked through a mutual orgasm. They soon wilted.
Joanne's legs lost their strength and she limply dangled her legs over the edge of the desk. She felt the hard wood edge creasing her ass. She wiggled a little and relaxed full length on the desk.
Worley took a step backwards and looked down at her. He licked his lips and hungrily said, "God, I wish I still had some lead left in the old pencil. But you just took it all out! You're a hot one!"
"And I think my brother's got some hot film of us fucking."
"Huh?"
"Look over there," she said, tossing her head in the direction of the door. Worley spun and stared in amazement at the sight outlined in the window.
Mary Beth was letting Chris' jism splatter all over her face. Her tongue was eagerly seeking out each and every drop from the end of his cock.
But Worley wasn't looking at that. All he could see was the camera sitting there. He didn't doubt every second of the fucking had been recorded.
"What the hell is this?"
"You ought to know, Worley. You blackmailed me for a while. Now it's my turn."
"I don't know____"
"You don't know what? How well your wife would enjoy a little X-rated viewing?"
Chapter Thirteen
Joanne rocked back in the swivel chair and looked at Worley. The man was a shadow of his former self. She enjoyed seeing the change in him. He'd lost the upper hand. She had it now, and she was relishing the feel of power that went with it.
He'd humiliated her and made her do things against her will. Now it was time to get even.
"I think Chris can go over the books and see how much we can spare for you," she said to Worley.
"How much you can spare? The hell with that! This is my business and my money!"
"No more. The three of us are moving in and taking over, Mr. Worley." She let the "Mister" roll off her tongue. It didn't taste bitter any more.
"You're cutting me out?"
"Yeah, all the way out. We take the icing and you can have what's left. After all, those films ought to be worth something to you. Just consider us as your managers. We don't want to spoil a nice racket like you've got going here. It'll make money, maybe more than with you running it."
"So I just sit at home on my hands? Is that it?"
"You got it, Mr. Worley. Now split or your wife might see some really hot stuff you wouldn't want her to see."
The three laughed as Worley almost ran from the office. Chris wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and controlled his laughter to say, "Do you think he'll ever stop running?"
"Not for a long time. The look on his face told me we've got a free hand from now on. This is our operation!" Mary Beth cried.
"I agree. This is all ours," Jaonne said. She looked around the dingy office and finally spied the whiskey bottle sitting on the top of a tall filing cabinet. "This calls for a celebration! Get the bottle, Chris. A toast to our success!"
They finished off the bottle and drunkenly held each other up. Before they knew it, they were in a giant pile of writhing arms and legs on the floor.
Joanne couldn't complain. So what if she had to share Chris with Mary Beth? Wasn't he her' brother? Wasn't she her best friend? They all deserved each other. And she vowed to prove it to them.
Fumbling, drunken fingers began working on Mary Beth's blouse. The other girl looked up, surprised.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice a little cracked from too much booze.
"Celebration," Joanne solemnly said. "Let's all get it on."
"Hey, yeah. Good stuff!" said Chris. He remembered the feel of Mary Beth's mouth all over his prick and began getting harder. In a few seconds, his erection was hurting him. He had to get it free.
The instant he ran his zipper down to let his prick spring out, he found he had two sex-starved bitches fighting over it. Both his sister and her friend dived for his cock.
Suddenly robbed of all strength, he simply flopped back against the desk. Let 'em fight over his prick! He loved the attention!
Both Joanne and Mary Beth fastened their mouths onto the long prick. Their lips touched, separated only by the thick shaft of the cock. Joanne moaned softly and began working harder. This was getting her hot. The soft, velvety warm feel of the other girl's lips brushing hers was a turn-on, almost as big a turn-on as the throbbing length of cock pressed firmly between her trembling lips.
"Damn, but you two go to town when you're hot!" exclaimed Chris. The sensations tormenting him had mounted in intensity. The feel of two eager sets of lips all along his prick had made his insides start to churn in anticipation.
His cock was as rigid as it'd ever get. It hurt him terribly. Begging for release, his balls churned and boiled in their tight little sac. Even the hot breath of the two girls stimulated him. Everything was just super!
"We know when to get hot and for what!" one of them told him. He couldn't tell which one it was. The blood was pounding like the ocean surf in his head. His own breathing was becoming strained as the passions mounted inside him.
He gasped when one of them engulfed the end of his prick with her mouth. The wet, rough, probing tongue eagerly worked back and forth around the glans until he had to fight down the fiery tide of his cum. He couldn't just jet out his jism. He wanted to enjoy all the mouth love these two sexy women had to give!
The other's mouth moved down low and began kissing and lightly nipping around his balls. He shuddered when he felt a tongue press firmly into his balls. She was playing with him like a cat plays with a mouse.
The pair of women continued sucking and licking and kissing all over his prick and balls. The suction on the very tip of his cock threatened to pull his guts out the end. An agile tongue stirred his passions to the breaking point by moving restlessly all over his broad arrowhead and down his cock.
The other mouth had finally swallowed his hairy little sac containing his nuts. The tongue punished him, slowly caressing his balls until he wasn't able to do anything but groan incoherently.
A distant voice came, "Think we should keep going?"
"I love the taste of his cock. But we should be getting more out of this than we are. Let's get him moving!"
"Right on!"
He wasn't quite sure what happened next. He felt fingers stripping his clothes off. His own hands worked on any fabric he could find. Soon, all three of them were magically naked.
"So fuck me doggy style," demanded his sister. She was on hands and knees, her pert white ass in the air and waggling at him. He couldn't turn down the invitation. It looked too attractive to him.
He quickly moved behind her, his cock jutting proudly from his groin. It felt icy cold, the saliva beginning to evaporate. He had to keep his prick warm. And the best way was to shove it into a nice, clinging hot pussy.
Both he and his sister groaned in pleasure as he buried his cock balls deep into her cunt.
She felt his cock prod into her sex lips. Spreading her legs gave him a little better target to aim at. The last thing in the world she wanted was for him to miss now! When he was so close to the erotic target, he should go in all the way.
For a long moment, she simply knelt there enjoying the feeling of a jerking, burning hot cock buried in her guts again. She needed cock like a junkie needed dope. She had to have sex and lots of it or she'd go out of her mind.
"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "I want it hard and fast! I want your cock pleasuring me good!"
The roughness of his hairy thighs rubbed against her smooth asscheeks. She took this as a promise of more to come. The way his bush stimulated her made her certain she was going to get off in a big way.
She couldn't miss. Not with a huge cock wielded by a real stud-her very own brother!
She was going to get the fucking of her young life. It was appropriate that they celebrate like this. Hadn't she just taken over a big business using sex as a weapon? What better way to celebrate than to have a giant orgy?
She couldn't think of a more exciting way, not with that huge pole of manmeat spreading her pussy lips and buried deep up her juicy, flowing cunt.
"Hey, what about me?" came a voice.
Dimly, Joanne realized she had forgotten all about her friend. Getting the full benefit of her brother's cock had made her concentrate only on that delightful aspect of fucking. Something would have to be done to get Mary Beth involved.
"Come on over. I'll eat you out!" she told her friend.
"Dynamite! Love it to death!"
She suddenly found a juicy cunt shoved into her face. Legs locked behind her neck and pulled her face down into the gooey quagmire of the other girl's pussy.
With her brother not moving, just rejoicing in the hot, clutching feel of her twat, she was able to give her full attention to her friend's cunt. Her tongue stroked down the girl's pussy and lapped up a mouthful of fuck fluids.
She swallowed the juice and turned into a sex fiend. The taste of cunt juice drove her wild. Her tongue probed and lanced out into the soft flesh. She finally found the deep hole of her friend's cunt.
The salty, tangy taste was too much for her to bear. She felt a tiny shiver race along her spine and explode in her cunt. She started licking faster. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before all the sexual stimulants got her off.
Her tongue was gently exploring the insides of the other girl's cunt as her brother's cock started leaving her own cunt. The formation of a vacuum deep in her belly set off the hidden-depth charges of her orgasm.
It was like a hurricane blowing through her. She buried her face into the fleecy down of the other girl's cunt as she shrieked and moaned and shoved her ass back toward her brother's groin. She wanted that cock all the way up her as much as she wanted to savor all the tasty treats of hot pussy.
"Damn me but you're trying to break me off inside you!" came a gruff male voice. "For that, I'm really gonna fuck you good!"
His cock raced back up her pussy. For a ghastly second, she thought he was ripping her tender membrane. She couldn't expand her cunt fast enough to take that huge battering ram of male cock. He drove balls deep into her guts and then hesitated.
This gave her a second to relax, to enjoy the feeling of being totally filled with cock. Her cunt wasn't damaged. If anything, it had been given more pleasure than ever before.
She felt the throbbing prick deep in her belly. Gently tensing her stomach muscles collapsed the tunnel of her cunt around his cock. She wanted to trap him.
Juices squirted out of her pussy. She ignored them and started a ripply motion up and down the length of her cunt. She was giving her brother a nice, stimulating, erotic massage.
Her brother! She couldn't get that single thought out of her brain. This wasn't just any cocksman reaming her out. This was her brother. Her very own brother was fucking her.
Another shudder passed through the length of her body. She began rotating her hips in an effort to get the maximum turn-on possible. Those tiny, puny orgasms weren't for her any more. She wanted the biggest, best cum she could get.
"Hot, damn, but you're hot inside!"
Pulling her mouth away from the cunt stuffed into her face for a second, she cried out, "Fuck me good! I want to feel that cock of yours burning through my guts!"
"You asked for it, you're gonna get it!" he yelled back.
Hands stroked along her ass and upper thighs. Then he started working forward along her body. When his hands touched her dangling tits, she came again.
Silently, she cursed herself. It was good, very good. But it wasn't great.
She tried to relax and enjoy all the things being done to her. The hands on her boobs were milking her. The fingers gripped around the base of her tits moved slowly, powerfully to the very nipple. There, thumb and forefinger rolled the hard little pebble around before releasing it. Excited blood pounded into her jugs making her think they were going to explode at any second.
But most of all, the slow, steady fucking was building up the sexual tensions in her body. Her brother wasn't pulling out the stops-not yet. He was gradually speeding up. His cock was making long, deep penetrations into her pussy. The warmth was mounting gradually, increasing a little more each time he probed deeply up into her belly.
"Come on! Quit sandbagging and eat me out!" came the complaint.
She realized then that she had been content with merely resting her cheek in the warmth of the other girl's cunt. A tongue was necessary to give Mary Beth all the pleasure she was entitled to.
Deciding to get the girl off fast, Joanne's mouth clamped firmly over the tiny, erectile nubbin of clit. Her tongue swirled around the base as her mouth sucked hard. The tiny spire was pulled between her lips.
She took the pea-sized organ and began giving it the best mouth love she could summon up. Her lips massaged and stroked the entire height of the go-button. Then her teeth gently rubbed against it. The contrast made the other girl stiffen with sudden arousal.
The softness of the lips provided a nice start. Then she added the hardness of their teeth. To top it off, she used her tongue on the clit until Mary Beth was brought to the brink of orgasm.
She heard the soft moans, "Can't hold it back, love it, love itttt! I... oh, shiiiit!"
Mary Beth's body arched and she stuffed her pussy firmly into Joanne's mouth for the fullest possible contact. Joanne gave her the eating out of her young life.
Tongue flashing out, she lapped up and down the entire length of the sex gash. She parted the sex lips and plunged deeply into her cunt. She let her tongue have free rein. It was a tiny tornado swirling and stroking all along the other girl's cunt walls. And it was enough to push her over the cliff.
She came again, her hips bucking wildly and her thighs clamping down hard on either side of Joanne's head.
She suddenly found herself blind and deaf. But it was so sexy, she simply couldn't complain.
The other girl's excitement was communicated to her. She felt the sexual needs rising in her body once again. She had to have the ultimate in stimulation.
Her brother seemed to instinctively understand what she needed. No longer did he fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. He speeded up and fucked her as fast as he could with short, burning jabs of his cock into her cunt.
The friction threatened to start a fire inside that would consume her entirely. She tried to relax, to enjoy it fully. Her body remained tense, expectant.
Everything built up at once. She knew the exact position of her brother's prick as it pistoned back and forth in her well-greased sex slot. She could feel the way it spread and stimulated her pussy walls: The friction of the fucking was slowly melting down her barriers.
His hands on her tits continued their milking motion. The sliding motion along the entire slope of her boobs brought her breath in short, passionate gasps.
The juicy, succulent cunt she was eating out gave her a brand new turn-on, too. She'd never engaged in cunnilingus while she was being fucked so avidly. All this pushed her over the edge again.
This orgasm was superb. It blew the top right off her head. For long minutes, all she knew was her own joy. The rest of the world had been blotted out.
Then, as she slipped back into the real world, she realized her brother's cock was no longer fucking her. And the tasty cunt was gone from her mouth.
She opened her eyes and saw the shifting around that had happened while she was coming.
Her brother had transferred his cock to another cunt. He was fucking Mary Beth, taking her from behind. The girl was half-sprawled on top of him, her left leg twisted around both of his. Hands surrounded her boobs giving them the same stimulation that had once been hers alone.
Joanne cried out, "What the hell's going on! You're supposed to be fucking me!"
"Sorry, Sister, dear. Thought I'd keep the troops happy. Mary Beth deserves the best, took you know."
She looked at the couple as they passionately fucked on the floor. Her instant of anger faded away. Her brother was right. Why shouldn't he ball Mary Beth, also? There was no reason why she couldn't enter in this fucking, too!
She eagerly sighted where she would be most effective. Her mouth closed around the prick as it entered the girl's moist cunt. With her tongue snaking all around, she was able to stimulate both her brother's cock and her friend's pussy lips.
She was sucking hard on a tender sex lip when the girl moaned out, "I... I just can't hold it in any longer. I'm commmmming!"
Her back arched and Chris had to follow to keep his cock inside her. This only shoved their crotches into Joanne's face. She continued her tonguing. Up one of Mary Beth's cunt lips sucking up her fuck juices and leaving behind a trail of saliva, and down the other one. The real treat came when she pressed her tongue firmly against the tender little flap of skin and into the deep-plunging cock.
She was able to give both of them the benefits of her mouth love.
Even better, she was getting off on this. She was in a lot more comfortable position. True, she didn't have the cock fucking her any more but her hands weren't being used. She began masturbating.
First one finger, then two and finally three worked their way up into her pussy. The tingly sensations of orgasm began gnawing away at her body again.
She continued sucking and licking across her brother's cock as it drove into the tight little pussy. Her tongue never failed to give a special caress to the well-greased pussy lips parting for the incoming cock. She received both female cunt juice as well as the heavy male musk taste. The combination of odors and tastes made her own cunt run full and overflow in passion.
Driving her fingers back and forth brought her off. She came, lightning bolts crashing through her brain again. She continued finger fucking herself until the fires of lust had died to glowing embers.
She pulled back a little and looked at the fucking going on. This was as close as she could possibly get. Less than a tongue's length away, a huge cock repeatedly fucked into her best friend's cunt.
"You both look like you're slowing down," she said. "Let me show you how it's supposed to be!"
Her tongue began working miracles. She stimulated every conceivable nerve ending. Her attentions to Mary Beth's clit brought the girl, gasping like a fish out of water, to orgasm. Licking and kissing the shaft of her brother's cock made his balls tighten up evern more.
He hissed out, "Can't hold back. Gotta ... gotta come!"
His back arched mightily as he crammed himself balls deep into the gently yielding cunt. She could see his body jerk every time another gob of his sticky cum erupted into the girl's eagerly awaiting cunt.
Joanne wasn't content to wait. While her brother was still rocking through his orgasm, her mouth fastened hard onto his cock. She took both it and a pair of pussy lips into her mouth. The sharp, acrid taste of cum came to her mouth.
She was literally sucking the jism from the other girl's cunt!
After what seemed an eternity, all three of them lay together on the floor, arms wrapped around each other.
Joanne said, "That was great. I want to do this every day. Think we can work it into our busy schedule?"
"Sure," said Chris. "Why the hell not? Aren't we the bosses around here now?"
"The three of us, now and forever!" shouted Mary Beth, snuggling closer to Chris and letting her hand move to Joanne's cunt.
As a finger slowly worked into her cunt, Joanne smiled and settled back. This wasn't going to be a bad deal at all. As long as they kept the films safe, they could run the business.
They could run the business and fuck hell out of each other. Not bad at all!
She turned over and kissed Mary Beth firmly on the lips and said, "Stick another finger up my cunt. One finger simply doesn't make it!"
