Very often young women who are starting out in the world of business, discover much to their surprise just how immoral many members of our society can be.
Such was the case of the girl around whom our story revolves. She became a beauty salon operator, only to discover the stylish "lady" who hired her, turned out to be a "lesbian" on the loose. Her job pivoted on her performance in the attractive female owner's bed. But if she thought that was all the immorality she'd encounter in the beauty parlor, she was mistaken.
Husbands who brought their wives to the beauty salon, soon found out there was a "fresh, young talent" present, and they were eager to get intimately acquainted with Peggy.
Peggy, whose mother had been anything but a moral model, was unaware of the depths of depravity that some men wanted her to sink to. They found pleasure in debasing and degrading her sexually, and calling upon her to perform a series of sexual acts, culminating in some of the most warped, and sick sexual performances she'd ever heard of.
Her sister, who had broken away from the slipshod moral upbringing she'd been exposed to, appealed to her conscience. She wanted her to find a new way of adjusting to life. But Peggy wasn't buying it. She wanted to persist in the patterns she carved out for herself.
Yet all of this wanton sexual behavior could only lead to turmoil and trouble. And Peggy kept trying to argue she was having fun. But in the end, she couldn't help but wonder if the thrills were worth all she had to sacrifice to obtain them.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Peggy Blair was proud of the diploma she had received from beauty school. She felt equipped with the qualifications to find a job. Having graduated from high school a year ago, she could only find work as a waitress. That was tiring to Peggy and so many men had made passes at her that she didn't enjoy working in that capacity. That was when she made up her mind she was going to become a beauty operator.
Having saved up enough money from working as a waitress, Peggy was able to enroll in Wilkinson Beauty College.
It was not an easy thing to satisfy her exacting teacher. However, with perseverance and patience, she managed to graduate. Equipped with a diploma, Peggy felt eminently qualified for a position. However, she was discovering, much to her dismay, it was not an easy thing to find a job. All of the beauty salons she visited said they didn't need anyone. She was beginning to wonder whether or not she'd made a big mistake when she decided to make one more effort at the end of a weary day of job hunting. There was a very attractive beauty salon on the corner. White and green striped awnings hung over large windows with flower boxes in front of Liz Addison's Beauty Salon. The place looked so imposing Peggy wasn't certain it was worth the effort. No doubt they had no opening, and if they did have, they'd probably have a long list of applications. That had been the case at every other place where she'd applied for a position. Nonetheless, as long as she was right in front of the place, she figured she had nothing to lose if she applied.
She entered the impressive beauty salon with its white marble floors and gold and white decor. The receptionist at a small white desk at the front of the salon asked if she could help her.
"Maybe you could," Peggy told the receptionist, "I'm looking for employment as a beauty operator and I just thought...."
The red-haired receptionist stopped her right there.
"Sorry, honey, but we don't have any openings. If you want to, we could keep your application in our files. We do have a long waiting list. But it's up to you."
Peggy sighed heavily. It was depressing to keep searching and never find an opening. Yet, she knew she must not despair. Gathering what courage she had left, she thanked the receptionist.
"Thank you, I'd appreciate it if I could apply. You have a lovely place here and I'm sure I'd enjoy working here."
"Alright," the red-haired receptionist smiled understandingly, "here's an application and you can fill it out at the desk over there."
She gestured toward the corner where another small white desk was situated. Peggy took the application, went over to the desk, and began filling it out.
Liz Addison, who was always keeping watch of what was happening in her elegant beauty salon, happened to notice Peggy Blair filling out the form. She couldn't help but notice what an attractive hair style the young woman had. Peggy's blonde hair was swept to one side and fell gently around her shoulders. She was a stunning looking girl with deep set blue eyes, and a trim figure.
Going over to the desk where Peggy was finishing the form, Liz introduced herself.
"I'm Liz Addison," she smiled. "I take it Paula is having you fill out one of our applications."
"Yes, Miss Addison," Peggy smiled as she got to her feet, handing her the form.
"Who fixes your hair?" Liz Addison asked curiously.
"It's my own hair style," Peggy smiled proudly, "and I fix it this way myself..."
"It's becoming to you," Liz Addison complimented her. "I might be able to use a girl like yourself ... someone who has talent."
"Oh, thank you ..."
Realizing Peggy might assume she was already assigning her to a position in her beauty salon, Liz Addison pulled back a moment.
I'm not saying I can use you for sure," she explained. "I just had a girl tell me she is quitting. So there is a definite opening. But I must give this some more thought."
Liz Addison was reading Peggy's application for a job now and trying to determine whether or not she should give her a break.
"Normally I don't hire girls who haven't had previous experience in a beauty salon," she hesitated, "but I could make an exception."
"I would appreciate it if you would consider me. I am creative. I enjoy the problems a beauty operator must face because I have found so many solutions to hair-styling difficulties. If you would give me a chance ... I would be so grateful to you."
Liz took Peggy into her back office. It was a posh place with white leather French Provincial chairs, and an attractive provincial desk. Liz sat behind her desk thoughtfully and spoke candidly to Peggy.
"I wouldn't want you telling any other girl here that this was your first job since you left Wilkerson's Beauty College. I'm in trouble if you do, Peggy, because I've insisted every girl here has at least two years of experience in a top salon. And if I start making exceptions, they'll never forgive me."
"I understand," Peggy assured her. "I would say nothing about my previous experience."
"That's the only way I could consider taking you on," Liz said flatly. She read the application some more, and finally looked up.
"I'll take a chance on you. My instincts tell me you would make an excellent beauty operator. Only I must warn you about something else. Some of the husbands who come here to pick up their wives after they've had their hair done can be bothersome if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," Peggy nodded knowingly, "but I can take care of myself."
"It's a delicate situation," Liz Addison explained to Peggy. "You certainly can't take the faithless husbands up on their wicked suggestions. But you can't offend them either or they'll never come back with their wives. They'll tell them their hair looks awful, and we'll lose business."
Liz Addison had it all figured out Peggy could see and she was determined she wasn't going to do anything to turn customers away.
"I assure you I know how to be tactful," Peggy smiled at Liz and suddenly she picked up a strange vibration. For a tense moment she almost thought Liz Addison was turning on with her. But she understood how wrong she was a moment later, when Liz explained the cause of her total admiration.
"You've done such a superb job with your own hair I am eager to see what creative hair-styling concepts you can come up with for some of my customers."
"I'm just as anxious as you are," Peggy enthused, "to get going. I've been looking around quite some time...."
"Could you begin tomorrow?" Liz Addison asked her.
"Why ... why, yes, I could," Peggy grinned from ear to ear.
When Peggy got home that night her mother was pleased to discover she had finally found a job.
"When do you think you'll be moving?" her mother asked abruptly.
"Moving?" Peggy asked in amazement. "Why the rush?"
"Peggy," her mother smirked, "do I have to draw you a picture? I got Bert coming over here and he's objecting to you being here."
"Why?" Peggy asked anxiously. "What have I done to him?"
"It's not you, Peggy," her mother explained. "It's just that when a man wants to be alone with a woman he doesn't want her daughter in the next bedroom."
Peggy caught on immediately and she wasn't pleased with her mother's comment. It was quite apparent by her admission she was carrying on with Bert and Peggy was getting in the way.
"Oh, I see," Peggy shrugged. "You want me out of the way so you can carry on your shabby affair with Bert. I think it's disgusting!"
That upset her mother completely.
"How dare you speak of anything Bert and I would do together as shabby. We're not kids you know and we've got a right to...."
"I understand perfectly, mother," Peggy said evenly. "As soon as I get some money saved up I'll move out. I hope you and Bert have many good times together ... in your bedroom!"
Peggy didn't care to talk to her mother anymore. She was disillusioned with her illicit affair with Bert. Twice Bert had made plays for her when he had staggered drunk into her bedroom. She had always resisted his advances, simply attributing it to drink. But for her mother to want to throw her out for Bert was sickening. It revealed just how shallow a woman she was, Peggy thought to herself. She vowed she'd never be like that.
The following day Peggy showed up half an hour early at Liz Addison's Beauty Salon. Liz had an assistant who helped her find a white nylon uniform that would fit her. The green trim on the pockets and the neck of the outfit made it look very attractive.
Peggy brushed her blonde hair before a white framed mirror and saw Liz walking toward her in the background. Liz was pleased to see her on time and delighted to notice what she did for the uniform. Peggy's jutting bosoms, trim waist and lithe legs gave her a large amount of bodily appeal. Combined with the blonde hair that framed her face, the even features and deep-set blue eyes, she seemed to symbolize what Liz Addison's Beauty Salon was all about, so Liz thought to herself as she greeted her.
"Good morning, Peggy," she smiled, "we'll have you begin in booth number four. We have individual booths, with complete privacy so we can allow some of the famous women who come here the exclusiveness that is so important."
White lattice work framed the door to the room which was separated from the next one by a small swinging shutter door. A huge mirror covered the wall before her, and the various machines for hair-styling were standing close by.
"You can begin with Laura Cunningham when she comes in around 10," Liz told her. "Laura is extremely wealthy and she tips extremely well. She has everything, and what she doesn't have, she buys. Last summer in Palm Beach she bought a handsome husband."
Peggy Blair listened in amazement as Liz told her about the woman who had everything. She hoped she would be up to satisfying her.
"Maybe I shouldn't begin on someone so important," Peggy insisted.
"Don't worry about her," Liz Addison laughed, "Laura Cunningham is stoned out of her mind so much of the time she won't know the difference."
"Is that why you gave her to me first?" Peggy Blair demanded, wondering if it was some kind of an insult.
"I thought you'd appreciate the good tip," Liz insisted, feeling a bit miffed that Peggy Blair didn't appreciate that fact.
She left Peggy alone now and there was still forty five minutes until the first customer would be there. Peggy went to the lounge and fixed herself a cup of coffee and spoke with one of the beauty salon operators who was reading a Confession magazine.
Peggy didn't say anything. But the woman who was reading the magazine finally spoke up.
"I'm sorry ... I didn't notice you. When I get lost in one of those confession stories I don't know anything. My name is Florence. I guess you're Bev Wilson's replacement."
"This is a good place to work," Florence smiled agreeably, "long as you keep your nose clean if you know what I mean."
Peggy sipped her coffee and nodded.
"What goes on here is as wild as what I'm reading in this Confession magazine," Florence laughed, "this story I started today, 'Musical Beds' really grips a reader. It's hard to figure out who is going to be sleeping in whose bed before it's all over. It's like 'Peyton Place' only set in a bedroom. It would make a neat TV show."
Just then Liz Addison walked in.
"It's a good idea to be in your room ten minutes early. Mrs. Cunningham should be here any moment."
Peggy thanked Liz and told her she would be. there shortly. Florence laughed, "that one is a character. Wants to dress like a teenager. She's a rich trollop if you know what I mean."
Liz was listening by the lounge room door, and she came back in to comment on what she heard.
"I don't want any degrading comments about our customers, Florence. I've told you that before?
"I'm sorry," Florence shrugged, "I am sorry."
"I'll believe it when you quit gossiping," Liz shrugged.
Peggy Blair went to her appointed area and waited. She didn't have long to wait. A tall suntanned muscular young man in his twenties came in with a stout middle-aged woman in her forties. Liz directed them to the number four room where Peggy had to catch her breath. The young man was so strikingly handsome she could feel herself falling for him. It was easy to understand why Laura Cunningham wanted him.
"I'm Laura Cunningham," the stout, wealthy older woman announced to Peggy, "and I hope you can do something with my hair. It looks perfectly dreadful!"
Instantly Peggy could see the color was coming out at the roots and her hair was brittle and breaking. She knew she would have to give her a scalp massage with the vibrator and make sure she used a good conditioner that would keep her hair from breaking and control the dandruff. The young man with her smiled at Peggy. She tried not to pay any attention to him for she was certain that if she did she might betray her feelings. And this could prove disastrous.
"When can I pick her up?" the young man asked her. "I'm Todd ... I don't think we've met."
Peggy looked up at him and the moment she did, she felt a magnetic pull toward this carefree young man in spite of what he obviously was, a cheap fortune hunter.
"We should be through about twelve," she told him, "I will possibly be a half hour longer. I plan to give Mrs. Cunningham a scalp massage."
Laura Cunningham who had been drinking pulled at Peggy's hands. It stunned Peggy so much she froze.
"What is it?" she finally blurted.
"Just checking to see if your fingernails are long. I don't want you massaging my sensitive scalp and scratching. I pick up infections easy," she slurred.
Todd laughed. He couldn't help himself. But his middle-aged frumpy-looking wife didn't find it funny.
"Are you laughing at me, Todd?" she demanded, her eyes glinting like a miser who has lost a gold coin.
"No, no," Todd tried to cover himself quickly, "I was just thinking of that horse I bet on yesterday ... came in last."
"Don't remind me," Laura shook her head grimly, "I paid a tea leaf reader for a tip on that horse, and the horse came in last."
"Perhaps I should call you around twelve,! Peggy," Todd smiled, "so I can see if you have! finished."
"That would be fine," Peggy told Todd and then I he was gone. Laura Cunningham was a very difficult customer. She kept asking for her purse and I would slip liquor from a silver initialed flask she I carried with her at all times.
"It's hell trying to be beautiful forever," Laura I lamented, "I don't know what I'd do with the beauty I salon. I spend my money here instead of church because I can see results. Of course I don't expect! miracles, but I do expect to look better when I go out than when I came in ... if you know what I mean." "Of course," Peggy consoled her as she began the beautifying process with a lemon-rinse shampoo, going on to a vibrator massage and then the drying. This was followed by tinting and finally the hair styling. There was so much to do to carry Laura! Cunningham to the point where she would have! beautiful hair again that Peggy Blair was bushed by twelve o'clock when the phone rang. "This is Peggy Blair," she answered the phone. "Peggy ... this is Todd," the virile male voice began, "Ive got to see you alone ... please Peggy, I must see you."
"I should be finished with Mrs. Cunningham by twelve thirty," she told him in a distant voice.
"I'll slip you my card with a private phone number," Todd informed her, "we've got to get acquainted Peggy."
From under the hair dryer, Laura Cunningham spoke up.
"If that's Todd, let me talk to him."
Peggy Blair handed the older woman the phone.
"Hello darling," Laura purred into the phone, "this new girl has me looking beautiful for you... I can hardly wait to see you, Todd."
"Love you," Todd told her briefly, "see you soon ..."
Laura threw Todd a kiss over the phone and handed it back to Peggy.
"Oh, it's wonderful being in love," she smiled, "Todd thinks the world of me and I think the world of him. We can hardly be apart a moment. I guess we were lovers in another re-incarnation."
"That's nice," Peggy told her, secretly thinking of how unfaithful Todd was being to her.
"A psychic said we were Siamese Twins in another life," Laura explained, "that's why we can hardly be apart for a moment now."
"That's interesting," Peggy smiled. Todd Cunningham came to pick up his frumpish bride at twelve-thirty. Laura was primping when he came to the room where Peggy Blair had worked so hard to bring her back..
"I look like a twenty year old," she laughed, "thanks to you, dear." She handed a twenty dollar tip to Peggy who accepted it gratefully.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cunningham," she smiled.
Just then, Todd entered the room.
"She looks beautiful, Peggy. You've done a good job."
"That's because she had something to work with," Laura Cunningham almost took a bow.
Todd helped her out, and then reaching back handed a small card to Peggy. Peggy took the card and dropped it, then bent over and picked it up and slipped it swiftly in her uniform pocket.
She hid it none too quickly for Liz Addison was back in her room seconds later.
"You have done a superb job in satisfying one of our most difficult customers," she complimented her.
"Thank you," she replied quietly.
"We don't have many like her, thank God," Liz Addison laughed, "but she is very generous, and that is all to the good."
Peggy went out by herself to lunch. She found a small cafe a couple blocks away from the beauty salon and then had time to slip out the small card given to her by Todd Cunningham. She read it rapidly.
"Peggy, you're beautiful! I've got to know you. Please call me at my private exchange number and let me know how I can get in touch with you, Love, Todd."
He had scrawled his phone number underneath his name. Peggy was doing a lot of thinking about phoning him.
So much so in fact that when the waitress came to take her order she almost didn't order.
"Do you want something, lady?" the waitress finally blurted, becoming irritated at her hesitation and knowing she was losing tips when any one customer took so long.
"I'm sorry," Peggy apologized, "I'll have a ham on rye and iced tea."
The waitress called the order out, and while Peggy waited for it to be filled, she was thinking. Todd did have plenty of sex appeal. And she had to admit to herself she felt magnetically drawn to him. But he was a married man.
Back and forth the balances in her mind moved. On the one side she told herself she couldn't think of such a thing as having anything to do with a married man. Yet, on the other side ... where her emotions held sway, she wanted desperately to have some fun. She deserved it.
Finally, the ham on rye arrived, and she still had to wait for the iced tea. She eventually had to call out to the waitress to remind her the iced tea had not been served.
At last it arrived and she began eating. She was thinking about Laura Cunningham. She had taken advantage of Todd's financial plight she argued to herself. She had bought Todd. Todd wasn't married to her but in name only! She had as much right to have him as Laura did. After all, she did feel a natural attraction toward Todd, and apparently he felt the same thing for her. She could sympathize with Todd, considering the unpleasant wife she'd worked over all morning to make beautiful... which was asking the impossible. Why shouldn't she phone him? Maybe something good could come of their relationship, something more genuine than what existed between him and his wealthy spouse.
CHAPTER TWO
After the day was over Liz Addison spoke with Peggy in her private office. She congratulated her on a very successful first day.
"I've really got to hand it to you, honey," Liz told her frankly, "you have done a remarkably good job for your first day."
"Thank you," Peggy smiled, delighted she had made such a good impression.
"Just remember what I told you," Liz reminded Peggy, "don't let any of the other beauty operators know you haven't had any experience before coming here. I've been such a stickler for experience they'd be furious if they thought I made you the one exception."
Once again Peggy felt as though Liz was looking at her with lusty eyes and this troubled her. She tried desperately to make sure she gave no indication to the beauty shop owner she could respond to such sexual feelings as she knew she couldn't.
"Thanks for giving me the chance," she told her, "I really do appreciate working in such a fine beauty salon."
Liz Addison got to her feet, and went over to the edge of the white French Provincial desk, and sat on the edge of it.
"The other thing I want to emphasize to you is that you make sure you have' no association with any of the customers here. That could prove very damaging to your professional standing as far at I'm concerned."
"Of course," Peggy promised her, "if that's all Miss Addison I guess I'd better be going now."
"That's all," she smiled, "and you can call me Liz."
"Thanks, Liz," Peggy smiled as she got up to leave.
When Peggy got home her mother was eager to hear all about her new job. 'Tell me," she smiled excitedly, "do you think I would fare very well working there. I got a beauty operator's license once myself."
"No, mother," Peggy told her, "Miss Addison explained she will only take people with background. People who have worked in a beauty shop."
"She took you," her mother reminded her, "and you didn't have any experience working in any shop. Why did she do that?"
'That's a good question," Peggy admitted and secretly she wondered the very same thing.
"I'm going to make a phone call," she told her mother, "and I don't want to be disturbed." "Hmmm," her mother shrugged, "found a lover?" Peggy was angry at the insinuation her mother was making. She had found someone she liked. For her mother to put it so crudely bothered her. She figured she might as well use a phone booth. That would be one way to avoid having her mother pester her.
"I'm going out," Peggy suddenly announced.
"Aren't you going to make your phone call?" her mother demanded.
"Not here," she said as she left the apartment and went to the corner drug store to make the phone call.
She dialed the number Todd had given her. It was obviously an exchange number and the operator took the message.
"Peggy Blair. . . alright, Miss Blair what number can I have Mister Cunningham return the call at?"
"I'm sorry," Peggy explained, "I'll just have to call him back. I don't have a number where he can call me.
"Just a moment and I'll see if I can reach him."
The phone operator at the answering service went off the phone for a moment, and then came back with good news.
"I have located Mister Cunningham," she began, "go right ahead Miss Blair."
Peggy heard his voice. Again she felt the pull of his personality.
"Hi, Peggy," Todd began in a whispery voice, "I can't talk now. But could you meet me in an hour?"
"I ... I don't know," she hesitated wondering what kind of trouble she might get in if she pursued this secret relationship further.
"I've got to see you," he insisted.
"Alright," she said softly, "where?"
"Do you know where the Casbah Bar is located?"
"No."
"Do you know where the Biltmore Hotel is?"
"Yes!" Peggy assured him.
"It's just across the street. I can meet you there in an hour. I can't talk anymore from this end of the line."
"Alright," Peggy agreed, "I'll meet you there in an hour. The Casbah Bar across from the Biltmore Hotel."
They both hung up and Peggy almost wished she could call him back and tell him no. She had no right to go out with married men. She'd become critical of her mother's liaison's, but at least they hadn't been men who were married. Returning home like a dog with his tail between his legs she went to her bedroom and hastily began searching for something to wear when she met Todd. She did want to look her best Her mother came in and spotted her dressing. She caught on she was going out to meet someone.
"You sure are being secretive about who you are going out with," she declared, "if it was on the up and up you wouldn't have to be so secretive."
Peggy turned on her mother. Her eyes betrayed her anger at her interference, and her words left no doubt in her mother's mind about what she was up to.
"Get off my back!" she snapped, "I don't bug you about the men you bring home with you. So don't preach to me!" It was apparent to her mother Peggy meant business so she left her alone with a cryptic parting comment. "Take care, honey. And don't come crawling back to me when you're in trouble!"
"That'll be the day," Peggy scoffed.
She changed her clothes and hustled out of the apartment and took a taxi to the Casbah Bar. As she entered the darkened bar she saw Todd sitting in a black leather booth near the back of the bar. He motioned for her to come over and join him.
The cocktail waitress came over to take their order.
"What'll you have?" the plump cocktail waitress smiled as she took their orders.
Todd had apparently just gotten there too as he hadn't ordered yet. He let her order first. Peggy got a bourbon and seven and Todd ordered a Scotch on the rocks. As they slowly sipped their drinks, Todd explained his predicament.
"I'll bet you think it's funny my being married to Laura," he smiled trying to conceal the discomfort he felt in the arrangement.
"I don't think it's funny at all," Peggy shook her head sadly, "I think it's tragic."
Todd ordered another round of drinks, and he proceeded to explain how he got into marriage with Laura Cunningham.
"I stumbled into it," he half-apologized, "Laura met me in Palm Beach. I was really hooked."
"You were a drug addict?"
"That's what they call it," he said looking away evasively.
"And she got you off it," Peggy nodded understandingly.
"You're so right," he replied, "but when I married her I was high. I figured she had the money to keep me supplied...."
"You've got a real nice background," Peggy told him.
At this point, Todd was pressing his leg against her leg ... and then his hand went to her thigh.
"Do you mind keeping your hands where I can see them?" Peggy insisted. Todd laughed, pulling his hand away and placing it on the table. But he insisted on another round of drinks.
"Why do you keep drinking?" she demanded.
"To make me forget her!" he explained, "she drives me ape. I mean if I could fuck her with a mask on her face that wouldn't be so bad."
Peggy was instantly repelled by his crude comment.
"I think I'll be going now, Mister Cunningham... if you don't mind!" She started to rise but Todd rose first and stood in the way of her leaving the booth. "But I do mind. I want to get better acquainted with you."
Todd could be so appealing when he wanted something that she couldn't resist him. She knew how aroused he was by the look of erotic delight gleaming from his eyes. It pleased him enormously to have her acting so stimulated just talking to him.
"Let me take you to my place .. . my secret place!" "Secret place?"
"Yes, we've got an apartment... or I should say, I've got an apartment where I really live."
"I read you," Peggy said sternly, "you're being faithless to Laura when you bring your other women to your apartment? Do you charge them? Or maybe you alternate between charging and paying?"
That made Todd angry and under his breath he said, "bitch!"
Peggy was so angry she slapped his face. But the moment she did that a surge of sympathy went through her. For she could see the hurt and pained look in Todd's intense brown eyes.
"I'm sorry ... I'm really sorry," she slurred her words.
"That's alright," Todd told her, "I had it coming." Seeing how he could take it fired up her enthusiasm to get to know him better and then she wanted to go to his apartment. She wanted to know how he lived away from his frumpy wife. It was a marriage in name only. Laura had taken advantage of him.
"I wouldn't mind going to your place," she said softly.
"You mean it?" he asked, taking his hand off his face where she'd smacked him. "Yes, let's go, Todd."
They paid the cocktail waitress and left the Casbah and went to the parking lot to get in his white Jaguar. They headed for his apartment and on the way he spoke with her about Laura.
"I would divorce her," he explained, "but she threatens suicide. So what can I do?"
"That is a good question," Peggy said sympathetically, "I can see you do have a difficult situation."
"I walk a tightrope," he explained, "If I leave her and she did take her life I could never forgive myself for the rest of my life."
"What a tangled web we weave when first we start to deceive," Peggy repeated, looking at the highway as the handsome sports car headed through the night.
"How does that apply to me?" Todd asked her, certain she was trying to make some link to him with her curt comment.
"Drugs." Peggy explained, "that's the form of deception that started you spinning your web. You tried to deceive yourself into thinking it was alright to get those "highs" you enjoyed, and then you get trapped in your own web."
"Did I ever," Todd lamented, "and now with Laura talking about taking her life I've got a tangled web closing in around me."
When they arrived at the posh apartment in a high rise on the outskirts of town Peggy couldn't help envy Todd.
"This is beautiful," she said admiringly as she looked at the walls lined with mirrors on one side, a white brick fireplace on the other and soft green rugs, with light beige leather sofa and chairs. Todd came over to her and wrapped his arms around her.
Holding her closely, he pressed his lips to hers. Peggy couldn't resist him. She found him so appealing, so strong and affectionate.
"I should hate you, you lug," she laughed.
"Why should you hate me?" he demanded. "I... I haven't done anything to make you hate me ... or have I?"
"Yes," she nodded, "you've turned me on and that's bad."
"No, it isn't," Todd insisted, "you felt something and so did I when we met today. I knew I had to...."
"Had to what?"
Todd didn't reply with words. His arms swept around her again and he thrilled to the sensation of her large breasts crushing against his chest. His lips found hers, and her mouth opened for his tongue to slip inside. Soon his tongue was penetrating her mouth in a sensual tempo. Peggy was feeling the fires of lust burning in her own body now and she feared nothing could stop her now. She wanted Todd but a part of her still resisted the fire in her loins. And this was what troubled Todd. He wanted desperately to feel her yielding to him.
Pulling away from him suddenly, Todd became upset. He looked at her with curiosity and finally asked her, "what's wrong?"
"I ... I don't know," she replied.
"Yes, you do," he insisted, "tell me."
"I can't," she tried to explain to him. "I just don't think what you want to do with me is right. I feel guilty."
"Because I'm married?" he demanded, "is that why you are turning away from me now that you've got me horny!"
It surprised her to see how swiftly he could become angry. It was glaringly apparent to her that he was desperate to have her.
"I'm fearful," Peggy told him honestly, "I might get to like you a lot and then you'd give me the old heave-ho!"
Todd, who had known many women realized Peggy really cared for him and this troubled him.
He could cope with a casual affair, a pick-up or a nympho if he was so lucky, but to find someone with genuine feeling could pose problems.
CHAPTER THREE
Finally Todd decided it might be a good idea just to take Peggy home. He didn't like the idea of becoming emotionally involved. The entire situation had become awkward.
Going over to the sofa he sat down and shook his head. "Maybe I'd better just take you home...."
When Peggy realized Todd wasn't going to force her she suddenly felt more at ease. Without saying anything she went over and sat down beside him. Todd was feeling that horny urge to have her but figured he should use some strategy.
Wrapping his arm protectively around her, he insisted, "you don't have to do anything with me if you don't want to."
"Maybe we could simply shower together," he smiled, "then I can take you home. In that way you won't feel I'm trying to screw you but just appreciate your body."
"Alright," she agreed. Peggy couldn't recall any other lover she ever had who put it to her like this. When Todd got up, he took her hand and led her through the bedroom and into the large bathroom with its gleaming white tile floor and walls. Slowly she stripped and Todd could hardly keep his eyes off her. When she was down to her brassiere and panties he came over to her. Reaching down he tugged at the elastic waist band and then let his hand grope inside her. He could see the fleecy blonde curls around her vagina and his fingertips toyed with her there. Peggy stood immobile for a moment. She was looking up at his virile, muscular young body and she wanted to reach out and touch him. But she couldn't. Her body was taut, every muscle, every pore attuned to the wild feelings she could pick up surging through his every fiber.
Without saying a word, Todd reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. It fell silently to the white tile bathroom floor as he dropped to his knees and pulled her panties off. Running his fingers over her pubic vee, Todd looked dreamily at her downy blonde curls at her crotch. He got to his feet and together they stepped into the shower. As the water splashed over their bodies, he could feel himself becoming more and more excited. He gently let the soap slide back and forth across her jutting bosoms, as his fingertips pinched the distended nipples. Peggy thrilled to his impulsive, erotic hand movements. When he eased the soap down to her crotch, she didn't object when he slowly eased the edge of the oval bar of soap past the pouting lips of her moist vagina.
Glancing down she could see his lust bloated balls swinging on either side of his erect cock. A ravenous passion to know him intimately swept through her. She had never known anything quite so arousing, quite so stimulating. The sight of him, with his rigid cock quivering while he playfully pushed the soap in and out of her hair fringed fissure.
"Go ahead," he suggested, "pull on my prick."
Reaching out, Peggy pulled on his throbbing long cock. She could see his ball sac pull up as she gently pumped his penis.
She could see droplets of cum oozing from the head of his huge shaft. Todd realized they had better get out of the shower and into the bedroom before he splashed his cum in the shower. That would be an awful waste.
They got out of the shower together. Todd turned his back to Peggy as he began to dry off. From where she was standing she could see his naked thighs and buttocks. He slowly dried himself off, sliding the towel back and forth between his legs, as he placed one foot on the side of the bathtub. As he bent over the tub to wipe his thighs, she could see his weighty testicles hanging from between the crevice of his ass. All at once, Peggy had a lascivious desire to see his huge penis again.
Peggy's stomach churned just thinking about it. Todd turned around and she could see his huge cock. He let the towel fall to his lust-bloated balls as he dried off there, rubbing between his legs and around his asshole. Flipping the towel aside he reached for his throbbing long cock and began slowly' pumping as he watched Peggy drying off.
Todd was aroused watching her let the towel gently slide around her weighty bosoms, and down to her moistly heated cunt. He could see she was damp there and that revved him up all the more.
Todd pumped with firm, long strokes. The blonde haired beauty operator became so fascinated with what he was doing, she dropped her towel and went over to him to watch closely. Todd shut his eyes and let his hand move swiftly up and down his shaft, making it stand out from his hairy loins.
The knobby, thick head was oozing cream. A small moan of excitement escaped her lips as the naked young man turned and walked into the bedroom. She followed.
Todd stretched out in the middle of the king-size bed and she joined him moments later. The dark-haired, muscular young man looked into the blue eyes of the blonde beside him and a knowing grin played about his lips. But Peggy's mind was spin- ning. She knew he was looking at her as if he could eat her. She could almost feel his teeth biting on her erect nipples as he sucked on her bosoms. She was nervous and confused. But this didn't bother Todd. It only made sex with Peggy more inviting, more stimulating for he could easily see she was a fresh find... a girl who hadn't slept around a lot and this made his balls tingle with anticipation. Reaching out Peggy felt of Todd's throbbing cock. When she gently pulled back and forth as she grasped it firmly his balls ached with lusty desire for her. Gazing lewdly at her large breasts he became more excited than ever. He gently let his fingers pinch at her distended nipples. The feelings of guilt were beginning to vanish as the pleasure within her body built while he caressed her breasts, and went on gently pinching her nipples. Bending over he pressed his mouth on her big tits and sucked on first one breast and the other.
All the while she was pulling on his blood engorged throbbing member. When she let her hand fall from his cock, he straddled her. His hands gently massaged her ripely swelling breasts, brushing them lewdly back and forth. Peggy found her mental barriers gone. Suddenly he was bending over and his hot lips were sliding back and forth across her moistening mound. Todd's instinctual sexual urges pulled him on. His tongue stabbed into her hot pussy. Pulling out he let his tongue glide back and forth across her silken blonde pussy.
"Yesss ... yessss!" Peggy panted as she felt him sucking, nibbling and licking her there. Her naked thighs were splayed as the horny, muscular young man got in there.
Todd pushed the young blonde woman's legs open with the backs of his hands. He wanted easy access to her crotch.
He pushed his head between the hapless blonde's quaking thighs. Peggy moaned despairingly as Todd's tongue snaked out and probed the moist pink folks of her cunt.
"Aaaaawwww, yes, yessss!" she gasped as Todd tongued her cuntal lips and laved deeply between them from the puckered grip of her anus to the throbbing pearl-like bud of her clitoris.
He reached under the young woman's thighs, lifting them up and back, opening up the whole naked expanse of her hair-lined slit to her hotly laving tongue and soul-kissing lips. It was a deft and practiced move and she knew it was all planned. He was a fantastic lover who would obviously stop at nothing to give her some thrills.
No wonder women would pay any price to have a man like this make out with them. Todd's tremendous tongue seemed a foot long and filled with heated oil as it swirled between her cuntal folds and laved nakedly the hair-rimmed fissure of her pussy. Todd was a genius at pleasure-giving tongue movements. Under such erotic ecstasy, she couldn't help moan as Todd's tongue encircled the throbbing bud of her clitoris with his lips, teasing it mercilessly with his tongue.
Todd didn't talk now. His hot hands gripped her round ass globes, pulling her crotch tighter to his face.
He went on with frenzied determination, licking hotly and kissing the young divorcee's twat until panting Peggy was wild with cunnilingual passion.
"Unnnnnggghhhhh ... yes, yess!" Peggy blurted suddenly, her thighs tightening around Todd's head, her fingers racing through his long, brown hair as she felt him licking and kissing her hot pussy in wild untamed cunt lust.
"Aahhhh! I'm ... I'm going to . . . I'm cummmming!!" Peggy choked, her lithe young body squirming and writhing on the bed as she neared the screaming precipice of her orgasm.
Todd lifted his head, his tongue swiping around her cuntal lips as if he feared a single droplet of Peggy's sweet tasting nectar might dribble from her mouth and be lost.
Peggy's eyes were glazed as if she had been drinking for days on end. Her voice when it finally came, was thick and tremulous with emotion.
"Suck me... suck me, Tod... I... I love it...."
Todd's tongue continued lightly licking around her pubic vee, his teeth now and then boring down on her vulnerable, erect clitoris.
Peggy could feel herself becoming aroused all over again. The tingling sensation of his lapping, licking tongue turned her on. Parting the moist folds of her pussy, he licked the pink flesh. The fragrance of her enticing cuntal opening kept his tongue pumping steadily. Sliding it slowly up and down he was building her passions to fever-pitch once more.
Peggy was panting now, unable to stop him from doing anything he desired. Todd's fiery tongue eased in her pussy in an obscene, depraved way. Clasping Peggy's firm, round ass-cheeks, he continued tongue-fucking her.
Probing deeper with his tongue, ever deeper in her throbbing vagina he felt her body trembling with wanton lust. The noisy sucking at her crotch only stimulated her all the more.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes ... yessss ... eat my cunt," she cried out passionately. Locking her legs around her lovers head she pumped her pelvis back to meet his fiery suck job.
Whimpering with lusty desire, Peggy kept pumping and she felt his teeth biting on her clitoris, sending a whole new syndrome of erotic sensations up and down her spine.
Clutching his head firmly, she ground her cunt in his face and ordered him to suck her.
"Eat my cunt," she cried out passionately, "ohhh, ahhh, suck me, suck me," she demanded in her lewd, depraved way.
Todd's hot tongue lashed at her exposed pussy until he got his face right down in there and sucked until she was cumming in his mouth. Pressing his lips suction-cup tight, he noisily ate her erupting pussy.
Sensual ecstasy surged through her entire body causing her to shudder as he voraciously licked her cunt clean.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, Todd ... don't ever stop sucking me," she cried helplessly, as he lapped up her streaming pussy juices, licking her moist thigh where she was flowing freely. .
Slowly easing his tongue away from her crotch, Todd reached up to her firm breasts, pinching the nipples until they were blood-red.
"Stop it Todd," Peggy told him, "you're hurting me.
Todd moved forward. He was straddling Peggy now. Lowering himself he pressed his meaty erection between her bosoms. He pressed the breast flesh against his hard cock, pushing back and forth.
Peggy whimpered as she felt his sperm-laden balls, and rigid manhood pushing back and forth between her great bosoms, with animalish frenzy. He was giving his throbbing cock a tit massage and she loved it.
Its turgid stiffness promised her pleasure. Todd would shove back and forth with driving cockstabs, and she would become intoxicated with lusty desires for him.
Peggy could feel the oozing wetness of the head of his shaft as he jabbed it back and forth with lewd cockstabs. His bloated balls and thrusting cock made her anxious to feel his forbidden wicked prick within an orifice of her body. She wanted him completely now. But Todd was teasing and tantalizing her, making her moan in ecstasy.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yessss!" Todd gasped as he drove his cock between her tits, sadistically ravishing them. Crushing them against his cock he was creating a raging heat in her genital orifice. She needed him now desperately.
She moaned throatily, "Fuck me. . . fuck me.... ohhh, ahhh, I ... I can't stand it...."
Todd had her right where he wanted her. Oh, God, when will this nightmare end? Will he ever give me what I want? Peggy felt doomed to endless torture and shame and humiliation. She knew secretly how much she was enjoying every delicious moment of his wanton, obscene lovemaking.
"I thought you were a good girl," Todd smiled, releasing his grip on her soft breasts. "But I guess not! You're like all the others. You can't wait to get fucked."
Peggy's eyes focused on his throbbing manhood between his legs. She could almost feel it slipping into her pussy. The agonizing pleasure of looking up at his virile, muscular body and waiting tortured her now. She could detect tiny rivulets of perspiration dripping from his firm, muscular body onto her.
"Go ahead ... play with it," he smiled.
Peggy reached forward. She gripped his cock and pumped up and down like a sex machine. She was developing a rhythm with her long hard hand strokes. She could hear his balls slap lewdly on his legs as she got him harder.
"You want it?" he smiled down at her.
"Yes ... yesssss!" she panted, as she continued lewdly pumping on Todd's throbbing manhood. With every grasp of her hand, he became hotter to have her.
He grabbed a quick, furtive breath as his stiff meaty cock pumped smoothly in Peggy's tight hand-grip.
"You're a real jack-off machine," he grinned, as he felt shudders of erotic pleasure tingling up and down his spine while she went on pumping obscene- ly.
He looked down at Peggy's naked, sweat-drenched body. He watched her eyes glisten as they focused on his blue-veined hardness. He could hardly wait to ride in her and fuck her savagely. But he wanted to drive her to the point of frenzy first.
As she stroked up and down on his hard shaft she became aroused even more when she saw droplets of white cum oozing from the small slit and the crown of his cock.
The time bomb of his passion ticked inexorably toward the moment when he'd thrust his hard cock in her with long hard strokes. Todd had learned through years of pleasing women how vital it was to keep his cool. By controlling himself he could ram his battering hard prick in Peggy's pussy until she was screaming. And now he was having some difficulty. It wasn't easy not to splatter his cum all over her tits. He was so close to cumming it was pathetic.
"Ohh, ah ... keep it up," he begged. "Reach for my balls. Play with them too."
Reaching underneath him she began gently massaging and caressing his ball sac. This ignited Todd's passion even more.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yessss .. ." he groaned, barely able to control himself anymore. "Ohhh, Peggy ... pump my prick?' Peggy's two hands worked in sync. She vigorously pulled on his throbbing thick prick and massaged his lust-bloated balls at the same time.
"Stop ..." Todd finally blurted, "it's too hot to handle."
CHAPTER FOUR
It made Peggy tingle to feel the hugeness of his throbbing cock as he brushed it back and forth across her moist pussy hole.
She felt the tip of it slip inside her moist vagina. Her eyes closed as the pulsating flesh entered her cuntal sheath. Moaning throatily she felt his impaling thickness slowly sliding into her. Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, Todd teasingly pulled it out. Her stomach knotted in humiliation. She could see what he was going to do now. He gloated as he moved forward. Spreading his legs luridly he let his knees sink into the mattress as he aimed his cock for her mouth. She looked up to see his huge cock, seeing it was shrouded at the base with curly, brown pubic hair. She could see his absurdly bloated balls, and she knew he wanted naked penetration into her mouth at this moment. It was as if her wildest nocturnal fantasy had sprung to life. Only this was for real. It was dripping crystal cum drops on her lips. Opening her lips, she managed to take him inside.
"Don't be afraid of it, Peggy," he taunted down at her. "Let's see some real nice suckin'. I want you to look up at me while you do it. I want to see a smile on your face when my prick shoots into your mouth."
Peggy could feel his cock harden in her mouth like it was alive. She jumped from the unexpected jerking.
"Don't let it slip out of your mouth," he demanded.
Peggy let her lips fasten firmly on the meaty head of his shaft. She sucked intently now, determined not to have him criticize her more. She looked up at him just as he told her too. A lurid smile formed on his face as he pumped his saliva-slickened male member rhythmically in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swept over the head of his cock, and her fingertips caressed the balls.
He pushed forward with his crotch and sank another inch of his turgid lust-stiffened erection between Peggy's quaking, ovaled lips. Todd shuddered as he felt the underside of his cock slide over the rough edges of her crisp white bottom teeth.
"Move that tongue around, baby!" he grunted, enjoying forcing her to perform every humiliating act he could think of. Her tongue swept back and forth tantalizingly, making his balls tingle with fiery desire. She could see by the pleased expression on Todd's face how keenly he was enjoying getting his cock sucked.
Her lips felt like honey around his prick. She could give him hot head even better than he imagined. He loved to let his ass-cheeks slide back and forth over her big tits while she continued cocksucking.
"This is real quality head," he told her, "you're a fast learner!" Underneath the cool exterior Peggy had maintained, Todd could now tell she was a natural nympho at heart and he loved her for it.
"Mmmmmm, can you ever suck," he panted as he continued pumping his prick-meat slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
"Grab my butt," he demanded, "you can feel my ass muscles flex when I fuck your face."
Her hands reached up to grip his firm round ass cheeks. She was sucking now with all the talent of a professional.
He loved the feel of her hands on his bare buttocks. Todd began face fucking her with long, lascivious thrusts that brought raspy moans of pleasure to her lips. She could taste the first sweet-pungent secretion of his semen as his passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated scrotum.
"Yeah, Peggy... you're really gettin' the hang of it!" Todd laughed mockingly. Peggy gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust. How much of this manmeat could she take at one time?
Todd's face-fucking movements grew more frantic now, his good-sized cock throbbing with salacious arousal as her moist lips stretched around it and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing hugeness. His pubic hair tickled her nose when he'd sink his prick deep down her throat. One time it tickled her nose almost making her sneeze.
"I want to see some real action, Peggy... let's see you in high gear. Just like you would have sucked cock if you'd had the chance before."
When she took her eyes away from his, he insisted she watch him. Her eyes focused on him again. She didn't like the lurid, obscene way he was watching her as he slipped his manhood in and out of her mouth with regular movements.
Peggy gagged and choked, more from humiliation and shame than anything else. Yet through it all Todd kept his deep-thrusting cock boring relentlessly between her ovaled lips. Finally Peggy found a simple wanton act that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat... she managed to relax her throat muscles, permitting his cock to slither hugely down it!
The first time it was a mere accident she discovered it. She was simply swallowing her warm sloshing saliva just as he prodded especially cruelly down her throat. To her amazement... his cock slipped right down into the velvety fist-grip of her gullet!
Peggy knew Todd was coming... it could only be a second away now as she listened to him gasping and grunting in such a frenzied jerking excitement that the young beauty operator knew he could only be seconds away from his spurting, gushing orgasm ... an orgasm that would slosh right down her quaking throat!
Todd could feel Peggy's tits bouncing with excitement underneath him now. Her firm resilient breasts felt so good to his round ass cheeks he brushed back and forth across them.
Todd began to face-fuck her with growing abandon, every backward grind of his hips pulling his long hard prick from her throat until just the purplish mushroom-shaped head remained between her moist lips. He looked down at his cock there between her lips, enjoying the lurid excitement of seeing this woman hungrily licking and nibbling at his meaty erection. With a grunt of naked lust, Todd would ram it between her lips, and slam it back against her throat with a gagging thrust that brought a sighing whimper of pleasure to the young studs lips as he felt his cock slip wetly into the velvety grip of her throat.
There was a little pain at first as she began to chokingly swallow his cock head to keep from gagging, just the briefest sharp exquisite agony as the end of Todd's pipe-rigid prick bent to slither hotly down her gullet. But now, that the pain was gone, and left was the incredibly arousing sensation of a hundred tiny fingers massaging the whole naked sperm-moistened length of his cock as she gulped and swallowed again and again.
Strangely, while part of Peggy enjoyed it, there was another side of her that felt guilty right to the pit of her belly. He had forced her to humiliate herself and commit this vile act.
It was worse than shame, it was a numbing sensation that tightened in her loins, radiating hotly throughout her young and beautiful body until it seemed to concentrate excitingly in the tips of her jiggling breasts.
It was undeniably the heat of her own arousal. She had become totally turned on performing this forbidden act. She had enjoyed having his hard manly cock inside her mouth. She wanted to taste his creamy cum. She enjoyed that terrible moment when he cut loose and gushed down her throat. She had enjoyed sucking on him and licking him there, toying with his lust-bloated balls, and reaching up to grip and caress his firm, flexing ass muscles while he savagely fucked her face.
Todd thrilled to the volcano-like eruption of his aching, hard prick deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls; it seethed and churned there like boiling cream until just the right moment... his lips. His hands reached out, tightening over her ears and he held her painfully tight there between his legs as the river of seething viscous sperm rushed up from his testicles along the long hard length of his penis ... he slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat-skewering movements that milked out the on-rushing flood of his youthfully-potent eruption.
Peggy felt Todd's cock throb between her lips and her stomach tightened as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of sperm racing along the length of his prick even before it began to spurt... and then with a gasping moan the teenager started to empty his balls down his teacher's quaking throat.
A long moment passed ... Peggy's mind seemed to careen and twist in dizzy incomprehension and the shameful awareness of her own arousal burst into her thoughts like the report of a .44 magnum. She had to have his cum... she enjoyed the taste of his virile ejaculation as it shot, bullet-like, down her ravaged throat passage.
Peggy gulped and swallowed the flood of his cum in great heaving mouthfuls, her arms around his naked hips, her hot tongue swirling around the quivering shaft of his prick as it flailed like a runaway firehose, emptying its potent load right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks and trickled obscenely from the corners of her mouth. Peggy gulped and swallowed again and again, wheezing for air through her distended nostrils.
Todd seemed to go on shooting his cum in her mouth for hours. Gushing streams of white-hot sperm that quenched for the briefest moment, the hot flames of passion that his young virile cock had stirred in her shameless loins.
When Todd was finished, he let his cock slither wetly from her lips, down over her chin staining the skin of her neck and chest with the leavings of his forbidden desires.
Todd looked down at his rubbery prick, deflated now and still tingling from the ravenous cock-sucking she had given him. He was thinking to himself that she was a real cock-sucker, all right. She loves it, he mused and there is plenty more where that had come from.
Noticing there was a trace of his white cum on her red lips, he ordered her, "lick it off... you left some on your lips."
Peggy did not even look up. She simply extended her tongue until she licked it off her lips. And then she let her tongue touch the purplish still shuddering head of his young prick. She laved the last remnants of his requited passion from the tip, as if she were somehow licking off any evidence she'd given him such an all-consuming blow-job.
Her fingertips gently caressed his drained testicles, and her other hand patted his bare buttocks.
"You like the stuff, don't you Peggy?"
Reluctantly, the young girl nodded.
Todd got off the bed and lit a cigarette. He came back to where Peggy was sprawled out and spoke with her seriously.
"You want to run away with me?" he suggested.
"What are you talking about?" Peggy laughed, "you are a married man ..."
"In name only," he reminded her, "Peggy I could see to it some of Laura's nice jewelry collection disappeared."
"You'd steal it... you're thinking like a thief!"
He laughed as he looked at her looking up at him in shock and dismay. And then he insisted, "I never said I would steal anything! I said they could disappear."
"That's the same thing," Peggy said, not wanting any part of such a wild scheme as he was contemplating.
"No way," Todd said, snuffing out his cigarette in an ash-tray on the nearby nightstand. "She would be paid off by the insurance company as if they were stolen. But I could re-arrange their reappearance!"
"And then?"
"Laura would have to pay the insurance company back. She's worth so much money it wouldn't hurt her. Don't you see... I would only borrow the little gems to use as collateral to get a loan."
"Forget it . .. there would be so many investigators watching every move you made you'd wind up in jail and where would I be?"
Wrapping his arms around Peggy he smiled, "I- I hope you'd be coming to see me for conjugal visits."
"I'm sorry, Todd. You've made your own bed and now you must lie in it. Apparently, Laura had something you needed ..
"Yeah," Todd said with a tinge of disgust, "her money, not her cunt. But she's a good egg, Peggy and I hate to hurt her."
"Did you ever think of being on your own and working for a living?" Peggy suggested bluntly, "maybe that would be the best thing in the world for you ... give it some thought!"
Todd didn't like the way she said that. It made him feel about two feet tall. Rising off the bed, he paced the floor.
"So you think you're so hot... working for a living Peggy laughed, trying to calm him down and have him see the absurdity of the life he was living. For then she hoped he might make some drastic changes in his life style.
"Todd," she shook her head, "I'm not trying to play games. I'm not better than you are because I punch a time-clock and work for Liz Addison's Beauty Salon. But I'm not under pressure to perform sexually to keep my job. That is your trouble. You've got to satisfy that old woman to keep maintaining your so called "Elegant" life-style."
Todd burst out laughing right back at her.
"Maybe you haven't found out about Liz yet, but you will... oh, you will. And the day you do, I'll split my guts laughing."
It ripped through her like an earthquake to hear her speak so disparagingly about Liz Addison. Why should he act this way? He was obviously being extremely difficult.
"What are you talking about?"
"Liz Addison is a notorious Lez," he told her flatly, "she fucks with every girl she likes at the beauty salon. Don't think you got hired because of your brilliant past in the business. I found out in the little time since you've been there that the word is you are Liz's latest "find", or should I say ... "fuck"?"
"Don't be crude," Peggy snapped defensively. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about. She didn't make any passes at me."
"Give her time . . . just give her time," he chuckled. "She'll teach you all about the dildo and how to make it work. I hear she has a real sharp dildo. She puts a French Tickler on the tip of it, and it drives the beauty operators mad... they say she even bought a French fucking machine. While a girl impales herself on the machine she fingers herself. Just think what you got to look forward to!"
It was all too clear to Peggy that Tod was obtaining great satisfaction from taunting her with such derisive humor. She had never heard anything whatsoever from anyone but Todd one word about Liz Addison being a lesbian. Yet as she gave it a flash of serious thought she began to realize that it might be true.
She had gotten a strange vibration when Liz would look at her in a certain way she had to admit to herself. Maybe Todd was telling her the truth. Now that the suspicions had been aroused she was curious to know what the truth might be.
"Are you on the level, Todd?" she demanded.
"You bet your ass I am, honey... and before long you'll find out yourself. What are you going to do?"
Peggy hesitated a long moment.
'That could explain why she took me on without any previous working experience in the field. I did have a top grade average in the beauty college. I went to Wilkerson's ... but... oh, my God ... I think you are right. I think you are right!"
It was just sinking into Peggy's consciousness he was telling the truth. No wonder Liz Addison had told her it was important she not reveal the fact she had no previous work experience. They would become jealous and angry if they saw her playing favorites. And the reason was becoming perfectly I clear.
Noticing her dawning consciousness of the lust trap she was in herself, he laughed.
"You silly fool. .. thinking she was giving you a job out of the kindness of her big heart! Don't you see, Liz is out for all she can get. The girls who become her lovers aren't nuts about her but they want to work at her place."
"Oh, dammit," Peggy shook her head.
"They say she gives a fantastic pussy suck," Todd said, his eyes showing what relish he was deriving from letting Peggy know she was not such a special person as she imagined after all.
"I... I guess I'll quit..."
"Why not give Liz a good time? I'd pay a hundred bucks to watch the two of you sucking on each other. I always enjoy a good exhibition."
Peggy didn't find that funny. Her temper flared Going over to Todd she swung at him. He laughed, taking her wrists and holding them securely so she couldn't strike out at him anymore.
"You fucking little fire-brand," he told her. "You can't scare me. Good thing I'm not a sadist."
"What's that?" Peggy demanded, trying to struggle free from Todd's tight grip he had on her wrists.
"That is a man who derives his kicks from seeing the woman he is making it with suffer."
"Oh, damn you hypocrite!" she blurted, "don't you tell me you're not enjoying degrading me. You're getting a big charge out of the fact Liz Addison may ask to go to bed with me. I don't find it funny. I find it disgusting! I find it revolting!"
"As disgusting... as revolting as sucking on my hunk of meat?" he laughed, "and as revolting as swallowing my cum-load."
Now she did want to lash out at him. He was deliberately teasing, taunting, and deriding her.
"I... I've got to go," she told him flatly, "I have a busy day of work ahead of me tomorrow."
"Remember what I said about Liz," he warned her.
"I'll do my best to forget it," she assured him, I think you have a dirty mind."
"Maybe so," he told her, "but I keep my cock clean. Or I should say the girls who give me blow-jobs keep it clean."
Peggy slowly got dressed and Todd drove her back to her apartment after that. Her mother was upset when she heard her coming in so late.
"Peggy, is that you?" she called out.
"Yes, mom, it's me . .."
'Why are you so late?" her mom asked her.
"Because I was having a good time," she explained, "doing something I shouldn't."
"That's nice," her mother called out, "about time you grew up."
Peggy laughed. She was certain her mother had someone in the bedroom with her. She haunted a local bar and picked up a few quick dollars entertaining a rather unimpressive group of men.
As she hastily got into bed she realized she would only have four hours of sleep before she would have to head to work at Liz Addison's Beauty Salon. It bothered her to think about having to be alert for the customers. She had learned quickly that it was no snap being a beauty operator. The women expected plenty from her and she couldn't guarantee anything. Nevertheless, it was a job and she was grateful for that. As she drifted off to sleep she could hear the tell-tale squeak of bed-springs emanating from her mother's room. She couldn't help laughing to herself thinking about it. It was either laugh or cry and Peggy had decreed years before she wasn't going to cry anymore. Her mother had an unsavory reputation with the landlady who more than once had suggested they move.
Peggy had problems defending the men who ran through the house in their shorts embarrassing her when she was a young girl. It hadn't caused her to be loose with her morals. If anything it had the reverse effect. She didn't want to become so "cheap" that men thought of her as an easy mark, and women considered her "indecent". That was the way she knew many of her friends looked toward her mother. Yet tonight with Todd had been the most exciting night of her life. This she could not deny. But what Todd told her about Liz Addison disturbed her. She had no idea how she would respond to Liz's advances if they materialized and Todd was so certain this would happen At last she drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the alarm clock rang the next morning it seemed like the middle of the night to Peggy Blair. She reached out to turn it off, and awkwardly knocked it off the nightstand. It began ringing again. Reaching down she picked up the alarm clock and was tempted for a moment to hurl it across the room.
Finally she managed to pull herself out of bed, take a shower and dress. She only had time for a sip of black coffee. She hoped it would be of some help.
Taking a taxi she made it to the beauty salon just in time to go to work. She slipped into the special uniform Liz Addison supplied for her and went to Room Number Four to await her first customer of the morning.
Ten minutes later, Liz stepped in with a dazzling redhead.
"Mrs. Craig, I want you to meet the newest addition to our distinguished staff. This is Peggy Blair. Peggy comes to us highly qualified and I'm sure she will be able to give you a hair-style you'll be proud of."
Peggy Blair looked at Mrs. Craig. She looked as though she'd just stepped out of a beauty parlor and it seemed silly for her to come in for a special hair-style, when she already had a very good one. However, she recognized business was business and did her best to make a fine impression.
"So pleased to meet you Mrs. Craig," she smiled, "It will be a pleasure to work with you in creating some new hair concepts you might enjoy."
"Thank you, my dear," Mrs. Craig smiled, "I enjoy having new hair-styles. I have to look good for Brad. He's such a philanderer!"
"Alright, I'll leave you two now," Liz told Peggy.
Peggy got out a hair-styling book with large color pictures of a variety of hair-styles. She knew it was not going to be easy to satisfy her new customer but she thought she would try.
Finally, Mrs. Craig decided upon a particular style in the large color book Peggy was showing her.
"Try that one. I think it would flatter my face." "Certainly," Peggy told her as she worked on the style.
When Mrs. Craig was under the dryer, her husband Bruce came in and asked Peggy when she would be through.
"About ten minutes more," she told him.
Bruce Craig didn't say another word. He was looking at Peggy's bosoms and blushing. Peggy picked up on this and it bothered her. Bruce was a handsome blonde athletic type of man and she could tell how turned-on he was when she looked down at his tell-tale bulging crotch.
"I never saw you here before," he whispered.
"I'm new here," Peggy told him as she was about to turn around and walk back into the small room where Mrs. Craig was under the hair-dryer. But Bruce Craig gently reached out to pull her back.
"I'd like to see you sometime," he told her.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Craig," she shook her head, "I... I couldn't get involved. You're a married man. That is not my game."
"Don't worry about my wife. She doesn't care what I do. Come on in and I'll prove it to you."
Peggy Blair was certain Bruce Craig was a liar. She thought it would be fun putting him on the spot.
"Alright," she agreed, "I'll take it up with your charming wife when she is out of the hair dryer."
As Peggy put the finishing touches on Mrs. Craig's new hair style, she decided to find out how she would respond to the evil suggestion Bruce had made.
"I hate to mention this to you, Mrs. Craig," she whispered, "but your husband is quite a flirt."
"Bruce is a darling," she laughed, "he is a flirt alright."
Peggy was surprised at her response. She assumed that she would be furious. It annoyed her to see that she wasn't outraged. And she felt as though Bruce was getting the last laugh after all.
"He even invited me to your house," she went further.
"If he hadn't I would have, dear," Mrs. Craig nodded, "you're a talent when it comes to hair-styling. I just love what you've done for me. Tell Bruce to come in."
At that point, her muscular, blond husband stepped in.
"She's a genius at hair-styling, isn't she, darling?" she asked her husband, turning around to put the new hair style on display.
"Remarkable," Bruce agreed, "this calls for a celebration. I've suggested she come over to have dinner with us and spend the evening. How does that sound to you?"
"Of course, Peggy, we'd love to entertain you. Bruce will give you his card with our home address. What do you like most of all for dinner. I'll have the girl who cooks for me fix it."
Peggy was stunned. Maybe she'd become suspicious of everyone. Now she had the dirty mind. Bruce was simply suggesting a way of expressing thanks for giving his lovely wife a stunning new hair-do. Of course. It had nothing to do with him wanting sexual favors on a bed of lust. It was terrifying she had become so suspicious she had to look every gift horse in the mouth.
"I... I guess I like lobster best of all," she exclaimed.
"Fine, Agnes fixes a marvelous Lobster New-burg, doesn't she Bruce?"
"The finest," Bruce nodded, "we'll look forward to giving you a good time next Saturday night. Around six or six thirty would be fine."
It was apparent to Peggy she had come a long way. Now she was being invited to dine with wealthy people who could afford servants. She had it made. And when Mrs. Craig tipped her twenty dollars, she thanked her over and over.
Peggy Blair had three more customers that day and then Liz Addison told her she wanted to talk to her.
"Certainly, Liz," she told her, "what's up?"
"I would like to speak to you in private," Liz explained, "It's simply impossible here. There are too many ears listening for what they can overhear if you know what I mean."
"I understand," she assured her.
Liz made an appointment to meet her at eight after dinner at her posh apartment over on Riverview Drive. Peggy could hardly wait to tell her mother the good news. But she was distressed to see her mother was drinking again and could care less.
"What difference does it make to me what you do?" her mother slurred. "You've got a life of your own and you'll forget about your poor old mom after all I've done for you."
"I-I don't like the way you talk," Peggy told her frankly, "You have done almost nothing for me. I'm moving out of here next week. I'm making great money and fantastic tips where I am. So I don't have to interfere with your bedroom romps."
Her mother looked at her now as if she'd stuck a dagger through her heart.
"Why, anyone who knows me well knows what a moral person I am. Ask anybody at Kelly's Bar and they'll tell you!"
"They'd tell me plenty if they told the truth," Peggy snapped. She fixed herself a small dinner and then got some rest. She was so tired from the previous night she knew she'd need some sleep if she was going to be able to cope with whatever was on Liz Addison's mind.
She set the alarm so she'd get up at seven. She wanted half an hour to shower and dress. Then, by taxi, she could make it to Riverview Drive and Liz's apartment.
She arrived at Liz's place ten minutes late. She pressed the buzzer to Liz's apartment and Liz let her in by pressing the buzzer in her apartment that released the lock on the front door of the apartment house. She went up to the sixth floor and down the heavily carpeted hallway. It was such a cushion-smooth walk, she knew the carpet was costly. But she was unprepared for the fantastic almost all white place Liz had. There were white rugs on the floor, white furniture and pale blue walls. One entire wall side was mirror, broken up only by a magnificent white marble fireplace. Liz was wearing a filmy see-through negligee. She could see what ripe, firm bosoms she possessed, and what lovely red nipples tipped them off. She deliberately kept her eyes away from her pubic vee as she thought it would be too personal to look between her legs. It made her feel edgy to have Liz dressed, or undressed like this. Nevertheless, she tried to maintain her composure and play it cool. She was grateful Todd had told her to beware of Liz's sexual proclivities. That would keep her on guard.
"Sit down, dear," she smiled at Peggy, "can I get you something to drink."
"You have vodka?" Peggy asked.
"I've got everything," Liz Addison smiled, radiating poise and confidence, to say nothing of enormous sexual appeal.
"I'd like vodka and orange juice," Peggy smiled.
"No sooner said than done," Liz told her, turning around and going to the bar to fix a drink for her.
Peggy took the drink and started sipping it slowly- As she did so, Liz began talking. "I'll bet you thought it was strange I hired you without any background in another beauty salon."
"I thought it was very nice," Peggy smiled, "I... I never thought about it being strange as you say."
"It isn't that I don't think you are gifted in creative hair-styling," Liz Addison assured the lovely young blonde beauty operator, "but it is that I felt something special for you ... if you know what I mean."
"I'm not quite sure I do know," Peggy said, knowing Liz was treading on dangerous ground as far as she was concerned. Nothing could be more repugnant to her than the terrifying thought of having sex with another woman. She tried her best to banish it from her mind.
"I found you appealing," Liz finally blurted. Then without saying another word she walked over to the bar and poured herself a double scotch, without soda and drank it quickly.
Now, she could say what was on her mind.
"I guess you figured it out, didn't you , honey?"
"I... I guess so," Peggy blurted, unable to figure out a tactful way to say no to what she knew Liz was building up to.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom, Peggy. Let's not waste time talking," Liz insisted.
Peggy was perplexed. She had heard about women who got aroused with other women and once she thought a girl's gym teacher had a crush on her. But nothing ever came of it. Now she was faced with an employer who was going to put the make on her and she didn't know which way to turn.
"Time is' wasting, honey!" Liz declared, going over to Peggy and patting her hand in a loving gesture of friendship, the kind of friendship that made her head ache, her stomach churn, and her knees grow wobbly.
"Come on ... " she insisted, "we haven't got all night, honey." Seeing the anxious look in Liz's hot eyes somehow caused Peggy to feel a wave of sympathy go through her. To think another woman could get so excited over her body was remarkable enough, but to think it meant this much was nothing short of amazing. What would it hurt, she finally thought. Maybe she could just permit her to look at her naked body. That might satisfy her. "Alright," Peggy finally relented. She got to her feet and strode through the living room into the equally glamorous bedroom. The walls were a pale shade of pink, and the bed was white. Mirrors lined the wall behind the bed, and Peggy could imagine what it would be like to have sex on such a bed. The reflection of each act would be captured by the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
"I can hardly wait to see you naked," Liz Addison declared as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking up admiringly at Peggy. Peggy nervously began undressing. She didn't want to rush anything. But it seemed like a terrible invasion of her privacy. She felt awkward as the hot eyes of her female employer gazed fondly at her while she undressed slowly.
Liz got to her feet to help her finish undressing. She wanted the honor of pulling down her sheer panties. She wanted to release the brassiere from confining her luscious, ripe bosoms that kept their taut nipples from her appreciative eyes.
When Peggy stepped out of her panties, Liz's eager eyes swept down to her pubic vee to see her fleecy blonde curls. And then she reached out to touch her distended nipples as she gripped her firm breast flesh.
"You are gorgeous," she whispered, "I... I could eat you right now ... oh, Peggy ... you're more beautiful naked than I could imagine."
Peggy felt her mind whirling. No man had made so much of her before. It did feel good to be bathed in a series of compliments coming to her from luscious Liz. For the moment Liz slid out of her flimsy negligee, Peggy could appreciate the fact Liz had a spectacular body herself.
"I used to be a model,." Liz explained herself, "I won a lot of beauty contests. So many men went ape over me I got sick of them. They're all a bunch of animals. They don't know how to love a woman... not like a woman can love another woman."
Saying no more, Liz's arms surged around Peggy. Their great bosoms crushed against each other. Soon they were soul-kissing. Liz's tongue licked along Peggy's lips hungrily.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, "I ... I must have you!"
Peggy's mouth opened, and Liz's hot tongue stabbed inside. Soon the two women were doing a love duel with their tongues lashing across each other's tongue.
"You're so hot, honey you need to be sucked first, Liz declared. Peggy had to confess that her mound was moist. Liz had been grinding her hot cunt against hers and the end result was a throbbing pussy and juice starting to trickle down her inner thigh.
Peggy felt guilt, shame and humiliation all at one time. It was terrible to be in a position like this. She felt awful. Yet she didn't know how to respond. She wanted to stop. She wanted to say no ... that this kind of sex wasn't her thing. Yet when she'd look up into Liz's eyes, she knew she had to follow through.
"You've really turned me on," Liz smiled, "let's get on the bed. I'll show you where it's at."
For a tense and awkward moment, Peggy hesitated. Again, her stomach churned, and her bees grew wobbly. But she knew she had to go through with it. She wasn't going to disappoint Liz. Not only would it hurt Liz but it would hurt her as well... her job was at stake.
Turning, she walked to the bed and then spread out on the crisp, white sheets. Spreading her legs, she looked up at Liz who was nearby.
"You're driving me crazy," Liz smiled, "I've wanted to do this from the first moment I laid eyes on you."
Saying no more, she joined the lovely young beauty operator on the clean white sheets in the middle of the large bed. She gently let her hands caress her hair-fringed fissure as she looked into her eyes adoringly.
CHAPTER SIX
Liz Addison was bending over Peggy Blair's crotch. Her fingertips gently played along her slit.
Opening her moist pouting pussy lips, she let her tongue slip along her crevice. The perfume of her heated cunt was like a drug to Liz. Pulling her tongue out, she looked inside at the gaping pink pussy. Soon her tongue flipped along her slit and she was ready to get in there and suck.
Peggy's defenses were down. She was anxious for Liz's lapping tongue to swirl around inside her. She wanted to feel the exhilarating sensation of Liz's torrid tongue swirling inside her inflamed pussy.
Reaching down, she ran her finger appreciatively through Liz's hair. She pressed her moist, hot thighs against her cheeks, indicating how much she wanted it. Yet she couldn't find words to say.
The aroma of Peggy's pussy was more exciting than ever. She let her tongue flip gently inside her. With each sweep of her tongue she could feel Peggy's inner muscles palpitate softly.
Once she put her lips inside the trembling ring of muscle and sucked deeply, and felt and heard Peggy groan in ecstasy she was so turned-on her heart was racing.
From the continual fluttering of Peggy's pussy, she knew she would be coming soon. Clasping her hot ass cheeks, she kept her tongue penetrating in her vagina as if it were a stiff prick.
Alternately, Liz would nibble gently on Peggy's clitoris and lick. This inflamed her passions to a frenzy. She wondered how much of this she could take. When she momentarily stopped licking, she felt Peggy's legs tense, and her pelvis pushed up as she pleaded, "Suck me... yess... suck me Liz... I ... I love it!"
It was,real triumph for Liz. She wanted desperately to obtain the ultimate, the lovely young woman's juicy pussy gushing in her hot mouth. For her own pleasure she opened the upper part of her slit with her thumbs. The softly pliant tissues were deep and thick. In the moist valley of her clitoris.
CHAPTER SIX
Liz Addison was bending over Peggy Blair's crotch. Her fingertips gently played along her slit.
Opening her moist pouting pussy lips, she let her tongue slip along her crevice. The perfume of her heated cunt was like a drug to Liz. Pulling her tongue out, she looked inside at the gaping pink pussy. Soon her tongue flipped along her slit and she was ready to get in there and suck.
Peggy's defenses were down. She was anxious for Liz's lapping tongue to swirl around inside her. She wanted to feel the exhilarating sensation of Liz's torrid tongue swirling inside her inflamed pussy.
Reaching down, she ran her finger appreciatively through Liz's hair. She pressed her moist, hot thighs against her cheeks, indicating how much she wanted it. Yet she couldn't find words to say.
The aroma of Peggy's pussy was more exciting than ever. She let her tongue flip gently inside her. With each sweep of her tongue she could feel Peggy's inner muscles palpitate softly.
Once she put her lips inside the trembling ring of muscle and sucked deeply, and felt and heard Peggy groan in ecstasy she was so turned-on her heart was racing.
From the continual fluttering of Peggy's pussy, she knew she would be coming soon. Clasping her hot ass cheeks, she kept her tongue penetrating in her vagina as if it were a stiff prick.
Alternately, Liz would nibble gently on Peggy's clitoris and lick. This inflamed her passions to a frenzy. She wondered how much of this she could take. When she momentarily stopped licking, she felt Peggy's legs tense, and her pelvis pushed up as she pleaded, "Suck me... yess... suck me Liz... I ...I love it!"
It was,real triumph for Liz. She wanted desperately to obtain the ultimate, the lovely young woman's juicy pussy gushing in her hot mouth. For her own pleasure she opened the upper part of her slit with her thumbs. The softly pliant tissues were deep and thick. In the moist valley of her clitoris, she could see it was erect and trembling with hard desire.
Tenderly but with fierce purpose Liz sucked her clitoris into her mouth, holding it softly between her lips. Her tongue went over it just once and then she knew what would happen soon.
Peggy's softly muscled thighs clamped on Liz. Her cunt seemed to open and spread over Liz's face. Liz's nose was pressed into the blood-filled inner labia. As Peggy pumped her strong body back and forth, Liz's nose and the rest of her face went back to Peggy's asshole, into the damp blonde hairs so thick around it. "Liz! Suck, suck my cunt, baby!" Liz's mouth was wet and tingling from her pussy and its taste and power. Her face went back to her cunt, her tongue surging inside her once more. Whipping her tongue around inside her lewdly now, she was enjoying it more every moment. Her hands surged under Peggy's firm, round ass-globes. She held on now and buried her face in her crotch. Peggy ground hotly against Liz's face. Her moans degenerated into hoarse muffled gasps.
Liz's tongue pumped up and down, developing a thrusting rhythm of hard strokes, each boring deeper into her moist, hot cave. "Suck me . .. eat me ... stuck my cunt!" Peggy's body was taut, every muscle, every pore attuned to the wild, devastating ascent into the realm of forbidden lust. She choked back the scream that hung in her parched throat. She gripped Liz's head, grinding her sticky cunt in her face, as she crushed her face with her thighs.
Liz was biting on her clit now. Peggy's eyes suddenly popped open as if a thousand volts of surging electricity had been sent through an electric line to her sensitive squirming twat.
Liz gripped her naked, sweat-drenched body, sucking hard now, determined to obtain her pussy-juice prize right on target. She could hardly breathe her face was buried so deep inside Peggy's panting pussy. She tickled the sensitive, velvety pussy lining with her tongue, and Peggy's face became an agonizing grimace of rising desire, as she twisted her features into a mask of absolute surrender.
"Eat me . . . eat my cunt," Peggy gasped, as she juiced. The steaming cunt juice was hastily sucked, licked and swallowed by Liz. And Peggy shuddered in the after-shocks of her rousing orgasm.
Liz couldn't recall enjoying a session with any other girl half as much as she enjoyed eating Peggy. She kept her tongue twirling inside her until she had lapped up every delicious drop of her pussy juice.
The oozing wetness of her cuntal lips had driven Liz into an animalish frenzy from which it was hard to recover. Lewdly she lapped away at Peggy's pouting pussy lips, finishing her off.
She had finally found a way to ignite her passions to the breaking point and she was exhilarated as a consequence.
Pulling from Peggy's pliant pussy lips, she licked along her moist white thighs. Holding her ass-cheeks up in the air, she licked her there too. Rising off the bed, she went to her closet and returned with a large plastic penis, with accompanying straps.
"What on earth have you got there?" Peggy asked in amazement, having never seen such a thing before.
"This is a very special dildo," Liz insisted, "it is an exact replica of a black athlete's penis!"
Peggy couldn't help marvel over its size. She wondered if it would ever fit in her tight pussy. More than that it seemed immoral for one woman to have sex with another with a duplicate of a man's cock. She didn't hesitate to tell Liz her feelings.
"Maybe we'd better forget this," she told her, "it makes me feel strange to do something like that. It really does!"
"Don't feel that way about it," Liz reassured her as she proudly strapped the pink plastic dildo onto herself. 'This will give you a wild fuck you won't soon forget," There was no stopping Liz now. She was standing in front of the mirror, fastening the dildo-straps onto herself with great pride. But it seemed like the ultimate obscenity to Peggy.
"Just lie back, baby, and let Liz do the work," the owner of the beauty salon smiled seductively at the young blonde beauty operator.
Peggy's leg parted, as she lay there and permitted Liz to straddle her. She could see how obsessed she was with performing this wanton, lewd act and what a difficult crisis she would generate for herself if she objected.
Reaching down now, Liz began lightly caressing finger movements about her mound. She began to incite her own emotions by fondling the fleshy folds of her pussy, spreading the pouting lips so that she could jab the huge plastic prick into her shortly.
Peggy examined the veined, pink plastic penis and marveled at its realistic re-creation of an actual man's cock with a hard-on. To have that great huge thing battering in her cunt might feel good.
Liz spread the pliant rubbery lips of her vagina, letting her fingers ripple along the naked hair-rimmed fissure of her hotly steaming cunt, urging Peggy on to blind desire.
"Want my cock?" Liz smiled, her face contorted in a mask of lustful desire.
"Yes ... yesssss," Peggy panted, reaching but to let her fingertips touch the huge plastic penis. Peggy began a sensuous humping movement to let Liz know how much she desired fulfillment now.
Liz brushed the head of the plastic prick against Peggy's curly blonde pussy hair. Ever so slowly she rode forward, moving in deeper and deeper. Peggy could feel the plastic penis pressing against her hard clit, as Liz began screwing her.
Her naked loins quivered and humped sensuously in a rhythm of utter wantonness. She loved the thrilling sensation of being filled up with a big cock, even if it was a replica.
Bending over now, Liz let her lush bosoms brush across Peggy's large breasts. She didn't hesitate to provide her with the erotic thrills she knew she needed. Their distended nipples tingled as they touched, and crushed against each other. And then Liz brought her mouth to Peggy's mouth. Her hot tongue swept along her lips. Soon, Peggy's mouth swung open in sensual desire. Liz's tongue lashed inside her mouth and the two of them were sucking on each other's mouth.
The big cock rode in her all the way. And Peggy let her hands slip to Liz's ass-cheeks, as she gripped her tightly.
Their tongues were doing a love duel, as they pushed their sweaty bodies against each other.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged, "Ohhh, ahhhh, fuck ... fuck!!"
The two women, sweat-drenched and in a frenzy of passion pushed against each other in wild abandon.
"I... I can't stand it," Peggy gasped, thrilling to the driving, stabbing movements of the huge cock riding into her hot cunt hole.
"Fuck . . . fuck . .. fuck me," she begged, urged Liz on.
Peggy ground hotly against the driving plastic cock, determined to drain every thrill she could from the woman riding her.
For the first time in her young life she was discovering how many ways there were to make it. She thrilled to the erotic sensations churning through her body now. Liz would drill the plastic prick to the right, and she'd rock her hips to the left. Peggy's eyelids fluttered as she looked anxiously up at Liz. She was completely naked, her body glistening with a fine mist of perspiration, and the unquenchable inferno between her legs was being given a wild workout with Liz's pumping, stabbing dildo-driving movements.
Liz wanted her hands to clasp her ripe ass-cheeks while she fucked her savagely and she didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"Grab my ass," she gasped, "that's how you do it. Play with me there."
Peggy's hands gripped Liz's firm, ripe ass-cheeks. Parting them ever so gently, she inserted a finger between her buttocks. She slid her finger back and forth until she came to her tight, puckered-up anus. Inching up Liz's asshole, she watched her eyes open wide.
"Yesss . . . yes, Peggy," Liz panted, "finger fuck my asshole while I ride you ... ahhhh, ohhhhhh!"
The two girls were sweaty now and sticky with bodily heat. They had become a blinding fury of sensual passion together.
"Yes . . . yess . . . fuck me . . . fuck me," Liz gasped, as the electrical tingling thrills of a finger slipping up her asshole got her aroused. Her eyes suddenly popped up, as if she was experiencing a jolt of electricity.
"I... I can't stand it," she cried as she climaxed.
Liz went on lewdly driving the dildo into her hot cuntal hole. She could hear the lurid plop of it sloshing in her slick cunt as she quickened the pace of the driving dildo.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," Peggy gasped, "Ohhhhhhh!"
Liz's lips pressed against Peggy's lips as they both came together. Shuddering from the aftershocks of their stimulating session, Peggy told her how much she enjoyed their sexual outing.
Her eyes looked up at her appreciatively as she pulled the cum-laden dildo from her hot cunt-hole.
It was dripping with their love juices. Moving forward as she straddled her, Liz made an obscene suggestion.
"Would you like to lick it?"
Her naked, sweat-drenched body indicated to Liz how excited she had become. Peggy was willing now to give her the kicks she wanted so desperately.
Opening her mouth, she let Liz slip the sticky dildo into her mouth. She sucked on the pink plastic cum-coated prick passionately. Closing her eyes, she made Liz get hotter with the uninhibited way she went after it.
Her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs. She sucked the dildo clean. Pulling it out finally, Liz got off the bed and went to the bathroom. Peggy joined her.
The two women showered together. When they dried off and went back to the bedroom, she offered her another drink.
"No way," Peggy smiled, "I have to drive home tonight in a taxi. If I'm loaded, no doubt the taxi driver will try to take advantage of me. I can't risk it."
"I wish you lived closer," Liz smiled, "we could see more of each other."
"I am moving out on my own," Peggy declared proudly, "Mom has told me I should be independent. And maybe I can find a place near here. It is a lovely area."- Peggy was curious about Liz's adventure into the twilight world of lesbianism, and finally she asked her outright, "how did you become a Lez?"
Liz seemed stunned by the boldness of the young blonde beauty operator's question. She wanted to make sure she understood her correctly.
"You think I'm a lesbian?"
"Aren't you, Liz?" Peggy asked innocently.
"Hardly, honey, I've been married twice. I'm a swinger! I have boyfriends and girlfriends. You know ... AC/DC."
"Hmmmmm ... I always thought you were either straight or ..."
"You haven't been around much," Liz laughed, "baby, let me tell you something. When you become sophisticated sexually and mingle with the upper classes, the way I have you soon learn most people swing!"
"How do you mean?"
"My last husband Tom brought home a lovely girl who worked for him in the office. Tom wanted to see Helen and me making it while he jacked off." "How morbid!"
"Morbid for me or him?" Liz laughed.
"I mean it just sounds strange. I guess I'm not used to sophisticated sex... if that's what you call it these days."
"I enjoyed Helen," Liz confessed, "she had the sweetest pussy. I got right in there and sucked her dry. That was when I discovered a new dimension of sexual pleasure ... and I don't feel guilty about it, Maybe I should. But I don't."
"That's nice," Peggy admitted, an idea taking hold in her own mind. "Next time we have sex together perhaps I should suck on your pussy. Would you mind?"
Liz looked into her eyes adoringly.
"Peggy, I hoped you'd want me that way someday," she smiled, "I can teach you so much... and you've got a lot to learn about love."
Returning to a thought about her job, Peggy asked, "do you think I will succeed in the beauty salon?"
"I know you will," Liz reassured her, "you've got the poise and the personality for it. Don't worry, darling, I want you to be happy. And I can't tell you how glad I am you are working for me."
Both women got dressed and Liz phoned for a taxi to take Peggy home. As a parting gesture, she embraced her warmly.
"Don't ever mention a word about us to anyone. It's our secret," she whispered and then they kissed passionately.
On the way home the taxi driver made a few hints about a trade-deal that could be worked out with her if she wanted.
"You men have such dirty minds," Peggy quipped. "What would ever make you think I would consider such a thing."
The taxi driver got angry. He stopped the cab and looked back at her with anger and hostility.
"Don't act so high and mighty! You women got us men by the balls! We have to go through hell and back to satisfy you cunts. My wife is impossible. I get her the clothes she wants, and then she wants a bigger house. I get her the bigger house and she's bored in all that space. So now she wants to travel. She is impossible."
"Maybe you are," Peggy told him fearlessly.
It got the taxi driver uptight to see how crude she could be. He didn't like the fact she was fearless either. It made him seem less like a man, less menacing.
"Well, go on," Peggy said, "or I'll jump out of this cab and report you to your boss."
"What kind of witch are you?" he demanded.
Peggy laughed off his comment as she reached for the door of the cab. The taxi driver picked up his cue, and gunned the engine and drove off in the direction of her apartment.
The taxi driver couldn't stop complaining about his wife.
"A week ago she put on a big scene asking for money to visit her grandmother who was sick. I told her I'd done about all I was going to do for her. She had money she could use. Why should she hit me!" "And what happened?"
"I gave in to her crying. Never could stand to see a woman crying. I gave her money to go visit her grandmother."
"That was one decent act you performed," Peggy told him.
"No it wasn't," he complained, "My wife didn't have a grandmother. I found out she had a lover and she needed the money to meet him."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning at breakfast Peggy's mother was concerned about her late hours.
"I'm worried about you, dear," she told her, "you shouldn't be out till all hours of the night. It's a reflection on your character."
"I'm getting an apartment of my own," Peggy declared. "I hope you enjoy your entertaining sessions with your boyfriends, Mom."
"Have you no respect for your own Mother?"
"No," Peggy declared, "should I have?"
Peggy didn't bother to finish her breakfast. Sipping her coffee, she finally hurried off to work.
The day was a blur of activity. Peggy realized she would have to cut down on the night life if she was ever going to maintain her health. That night she began her search for an apartment. It wasn't easy. They all were priced sky-high and the landladies said they didn't like the idea of renting to single girls. When she'd heard that three times in one night she decided she decided she was going to speak to the landlady and let her know what she thought about her strict rules.
"You have such a evil mind," she declared, "that you are making some very bad insinuations concerning my character."
The landlady laughed as she listened to her rant.
"What's so funny?" Peggy demanded, the seething anger registering in her voice.
"You," the landlady smirked, "I've got my sixth sense going for me honey. I've seen them go and go for the last thirty years. And I got you figured as one of them gals who hustles on the side."
Now Peggy was furious.
"You're unfit to be a landlady," she snapped, "your evil suspicious mind would make living here hell on earth."
Saying no more, Peggy stormed away from the apartment house as the landlady glared down at her from the top step of the porch at the front of the place.
There was one more place she thought she should try. She decided that would be her last effort for the evening. The apartment house was attractive. It was of sturdy brick construction and of early colonial design with white wooden trim. The landlord who answered the door was most congenial for a change.
"Won't you come in?" he invited her.
"Why, thank you," Peggy smiled, walking into the attractive manager's apartment. She sat down in a wing chair near the fireplace and told the landlord the type of apartment she had in mind.
"I need one bedroom, Kitchen, dining room, living room and bath. I would like a city view... if possible, and do you have maid-service."
"We don't have a separate dining room or maid service," the landlord shook his head, "but I can promise you this. We do have fine apartments and they are all furnished."
"That's good," Peggy smiled, "I don't have any furniture."
"What kind of work are you in?" he inquired.
"I'm a beauty operator," she explained, "and I work at the Liz Addison Beauty Salon."
"I've heard of that place," he told her, "alight, I'll show you the apartment. By the way, what's your name, young lady?"
"Peggy Blair," she replied.
"My name is Arthur Steele," he smiled, "I'll be happy to show you the apartments."
Arthur escorted Peggy to see three of the available apartments. She knew the one she wanted but she wasn't sure she could afford what it might cost.
"That apartment with the view is two-fifty," he told her.
It was a considerable amount of money but in today's inflated rent market, Peggy realized it wasn't a bad price at all.
"I'll take it," she told him.
"And you have references?" the landlord inquired.
"Yes, Mr. Steele," she assured him, "I have some very good references. And I'd like to place a deposit on the place."
"Fine," he replied as he handed her a form to fill out for him. Peggy filled out the form, gave him the deposit and left. When she got home she told her mother what she had done. Her mother seemed pleased.
"Marvelous," she smiled, "I can have a live-in boyfriend. I've had to turn men away because of you. I don't think there is anything wrong having a live-in lover, do you?"
"No, Mother," Peggy assured her, "not if that is what you want!"
By the end of the week, Peggy had made the big move. She had three suitcases and some cardboard boxes of her things to move. A taxi driver took her to the new apartment. Once it was furnished with her personal items, and her clothes it seemed like home.
A couple days later, she had another encounter with a husband of one of her customers.
"Hey, beautiful," Jerry Winters whispered, "I haven't seen you around here before."
I'm new," she whispered back.
"I'd sure like to meet you at your convenience," he told her.
Peggy turned away, but Jerry Winters was not giving up.
"My wife and I are separating," he explained, "I just brought her in here as a favor."
"Is that the truth?"
"You can ask Vera," he told her.
"I'll make a deal," Peggy told him, "I'll find out from Vera if you are separating. If you actually are, I guess it wouldn't hurt any to have a drink with you."
"Now, you're talking," Jerry smiled. "When I come back to pick Vera up in a couple of hours and you have had a chance to check with her to find out I'm telling you the truth we can make arrangements to meet somewhere."
"Alright," Peggy replied, turning to go back into the room where Vera was waiting for her to begin the work on her hair.
Vera needed a tint and it was a difficult shade to get just right to blend with her hair. However, Peggy kept working at it until she finally managed to satisfy Vera. A shampoo and rinse followed and then she set her hair. Following that she went under the dryer. She had found out in a conversation with Vera she was separated from Jerry, so when he returned, she knew she had to agree to having a drink with him.
"I know a nice spot not far from here," he suggested, "It's a cozy place, bar and restaurant... the Rainbow Bar."
"That's a nice place," she told him, "when?"
"When do you get off work?"
"Five thirty ..."
"Make it six, then. I'll be looking forward to getting better acquainted."
"Likewise, I'm sure," Peggy smiled, returning to take Vera away from the hair dryer.
The day went by swiftly as Peggy had something to look forward to. Jerry was a nice looking, dark-haired man with penetrating brown eyes that seemed to look right through her. He appeared very well heeled, and she felt she could do with a little luxury at last.
When she entered the Rainbow Bar a little after six she saw Jerry sitting at a table to the left of her. He smiled, and motioned for her to come over to where he was waiting.
"Hi, Peggy ... I'm glad you showed."
"I'm not the no-show type," Peggy said seriously, "when I say I'll be somewhere, I'll be there."
Jerry looked to be about thirty and Peggy felt like a kid out on her first date. They both ordered their drinks from a cocktail waitress who came over quickly. Once served, Jerry asked some highly personal questions.
"Are you going steady with anybody?" he asked after a few moments of small talk.
"No, I'm just playing the field," she laughed. "Don't play around too much." he warned her, eyeing her firm, ripe bosoms appreciatively, "keep "You men are all alike," she smirked, "you want a virgin who can perform like a trollop!"
"Not exactly," Jerry smiled, "a little experience never hurt anybody if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," she told him, "I'm curious to know something about you and Vera. Why are you split- "We are simply incompatible," he replied meekly. "Figure that out!"
Thinking about the impending divorce and noticing how bitter he had become, Peggy thought she should change the subject very swiftly.
"I'm sorry I brought it up," she apologized, "we don't have to talk about it again."
"No, we don't have to," Jerry said emphatically. "I didn't have much fun going through it, and it is costing me a mint ending it. So, it's something better not brought up."
After more small talk and three rounds of drinks, Jerry suggested they have dinner in the restaurant section of the Rainbow Bar. They had some champagne with the meal and then Jerry said he'd drive her to her apartment. Peggy was so proud of her apartment and so loaded from all the drinking, she didn't stop to think of what it might lead to.
Once in her apartment however, she realized I what a big mistake she had made. She tried to convince Jerry she didn't want to go to bed with him but he paid little or no attention to anything she tried to tell him. "You didn't think I came up to your apartment to look at your etchings, did you?" he laughed.
"Please, Jerry ... I want to get some rest. I've got a lot of work ahead of me tomorrow. ..."
"You don't have to go to work," he insisted, "I could pay your salary for tomorrow and you could take the day off."
"Liz Addison would never forgive me," she insisted, "she gave me a chance at her beauty salon to become an operator. . .."
"Now you're talking," Jerry laughed, "an operator! I know of at least three girls who work at her place who will turn a trick for a hundred bucks a night."
"If you think I'd cheapen myself like that, Jerry," she told him definitely, "you've got another think coming. Now, why don't you get out of here so I can have some peace and quiet, if you don't mind!''' Jerry paid no attention to her protests.
"You're not that kind of girl," he assured her, "I understand that!"
He played right to her ego, making her feel above the girls she considered sluts who were running from the beauty parlor to bed with customers who paid plenty for the sexual favors.
Holding her closely, he began caressing her and finally kissed her passionately. It made it all seem so much more like a lady. But she knew that he was so hot it was already too late. Peggy could see beneath his pants and she knew he was well hung and hot for her.
In a gushing torrent of red-hot passion, Jerry let his hands sweep up to her breasts. He grinned and winked at her as he lowered his head to her breasts. Before long, he was insisting she let him fondle her bosoms. Rising, Peggy removed her blouse and brassiere and sat down beside him again.
At this emotional flash-point he gripped her lust-heated mounds of bare tit in his hands and began letting his tongue swirl over her soft crinkly nipple flesh and he could feel the cherry-pink bud harden in the moist warmth of his mouth.
"Mmmmmm, yessssss ... that feels so good! Soooo goood!" she breathed, gasping for air as his lips and tongue encircled her bare breast.
Jerry's other hand patted her thighs.
"I... I wish you'd take this off," he said, anxious now to see Peggy completely naked.
Slowly, Peggy got to her feet and finished undressing. Jerry watched with hot, lusty eyes as he saw her step out of her sheer see-through panties. Now, she stood there completely naked.
Patting the sofa beside where he was sitting, he motioned for Peggy to sit down with him. The youthful beauty operator sat down naked now beside Jerry.
By now Peggy was so steamed-up, she wanted him to touch her with his hands, with his tongue.
"Yes... yes ... feel my pussy! Feel it and kiss it and make me come!"
Jerry dropped to his knees and there he gazed lustfully on her spread legs. He slid his hands behind her ass-cheeks. Grasping her naked buttocks, he began hotly laving the moist, sweet-tasting furrow of her cunt.
Jerry's nose tingled as it burrowed the fleecy blonde curls of Peggy's twat. He could feel Peggy shudder with fast-rising wantonness every time his tongue passed over the nerve-laden throbbing bud of her clitoris.
"Yes, yes . . . yes!" she moaned again and again. "Oh, Jerry, lick my pussy .. . lick with your big beautiful tongue!"
Her head was back and her blonde hair swirled across her smooth unblemished back as she clutched Jerry's head, holding his face close to the fervent heat of her unquenched pussy.
Suddenly, Jerry pulled his face away from her warm crotch and she murmured her anxious disapproval, yet still clutching at his hair and trying futiley to hold him next to her luscious loins.
"What... ?"
"It will be better, baby . . . squat down over me . . . that's it! Just sit on my face, beautiful and I'll lick your sweet pussy . . ."
Jerry stretched out on the floor, flat on his back, waiting for Peggy to comply with his lewd suggestion. Peggy hesitated a moment. It still seemed obscene somehow, the wrong thing for a lady to do. But Jerry was eager now and couldn't be put off any longer.
"Hurry up, Peggy," he pleaded, "I want you . . . come on, baby ... sit that cunt on my face."
Finally, Peggy got to her knees, trembling girlish enthusiasm, but blushing with shame and surprise as she did this wanton act. She had never done anything like this before . . . never. Now as she lowered herself with wanton desire over Jerry's face, angling her cunt even with his open, panting mouth, she was eager to discover what this new and undoubtedly thrilling sensation would be like.
Giving herself in naked submission, she watched as she bent over. And then she felt his tongue snaking into her moist cave.
"Ohh, ahhhh, my pusssy ... my pusssy!"
Peggy could say nothing else as she lowered her crotch over his hotly kissing lips and his deeply probing tongue.
Jerry grunted something unintelligible from beneath the softly-crushing warmth of her pussy-flesh. He went about his delicious work with the frenzy of a maniac as the naked young woman squirmed and wriggled over him, groaning and whimpering with forbidden lust.
His tongue seemed a foot thick and a yard long as it hotly laved the sizzling furrow of her pussy, wriggling over every naked pore, teasing at the pearly node of her clitoris . . . driving her insane with wanton, adulterous desire!
Peggy felt his wiggling under her and she faintly heard the metallic sound of a zipper being opened and the naked young blonde knew what was next ... he was going to fuck her! Jerry had kissed her most secret genitals, hotly tongued the hidden slit of her pussy,.. and now he was going to fuck her dripping pussy!
Peggy wailed mournfully as her mind reeled with the torturous taunts of her wanton infidelity, but she was powerless to stop now ... she had gone too far. She had strayed too close to the precipice of adultery and now she had fallen ... she was lost in her own lusts!
She heard Jerry unzip his fly. She knew what he was determined to do and yet she didn't want him to force his manhood into her.
And then as Jerry eased his tongue from her vagina, he directed her attention to his huge, throbbing cock.
"Look at what I've got for you ..." he smiled.
Turning, Peggy found herself confronted with Jerry's huge penis. The angry red head of his cock was dripping drops of crystal cum.
Jerry's hand grasped his huge manhood as he stroked up and down with long, vigorous strokes.
"I'm getting it ready," he smiled as he continued pumping his huge cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peggy got off him and looked down through misty eyes as he went on pumping his man-meat.
"You'd better go into the bedroom, Peggy," he told her, "I want to fuck you in there."
Jerry got to his feet, and followed her into the bedroom with his huge cock standing out in front of him.
Her eyes misted with shame as she watched Jerry hastily get out of his clothes. Now he stood before her, proudly displaying the hugeness of his up- raised naked cock. It was easy to see he was enormous. Much bigger than any man she'd ever made it with before.
"N-no! No, I can't," Peggy blurted suddenly, afraid now that she had seen the huge, throbbing hunk of cockmeat waiting for her.
"C'mon, baby, you know you want it as much as I want to give it to you! Let's ride! Peggy, I'll make you forget all those lonely days and nights."
Peggy's eyes were closed in humiliation and despair, shaking her head from side to side.
"No, no ... no ...!"
But her body had a mind of its own and her instinctual desires were winning out in a war of lust between what she knew was right and what her carnal cravings were propelling her into doing.
Jerry walked over to the double bed and stretched out in the middle. He jerked on his cock to entice her with a lustful invitation to have sex with him.
"Come on, baby," he invited her, "you want it... I know you do!" She moved slowly backward, still trying to control her own passionate pull toward him. Yet his throbbing cock was a magnet to her eyes. She was fascinated with his hugeness. She was curious to know what it would be like to have him inside her hungry pussy.
Even though she was shaking her head, she couldn't dissuade her own desires. Instinctively she was pulled through the barrier that held her back, and now she was walking directly toward him.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she reached forward to gently fondle his naked chest. She was like a curious little girl with a new toy. But when she reached out to touch his meaty erection, she realized it was too hot to handle. Cum-drops were issuing from the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"That's a girl... just play with the balls. See how big they get when you massage them."
Her fingertips gently caressed at his huge nuts, and her other hand slowly slipped up and down the length of his cock. She was leaning so far forward that her breasts brushed against his cock as she rhythmically pumped up and down.
"Kiss the tip," Jerry smiled proudly, "I got a sweet surprise for you ..."
Peggy understood what he was talking about. The tip of his huge cock was oozing cum-drops. She bent over, letting her tongue slide over the meaty head of his huge cock. She could taste him.
"P ... please, lick it like a lollipop," he gasped.
It was easy for Peggy to see how aroused he was becoming. She went to work on his cock, licking it hungrily as if she was a little girl licking a delicious lollipop.
"Ohhh, ahhh, lick... lick my prick," Jerry panted as he watched her tongue sweep over the throbbing cock, gently flipping at the tip of it. "That's how ... whip it around my cockhead."
She was eager to demonstrate for him how much lust she could incite within his body. Their sexual encounter had become a game of lust.
At this point, Jerry wanted to be on top. He was eager to demonstrate to her the effect of his thick prick sliding in her hot, tight cuntal hole. Rolling over, he prepared to mount her. Yet, Peggy could barely bring herself to the point where she could permit him to thrust his hugeness in her.
"No ... I don't want you to fuck me," she complained.
"Yes you do," he told her. He could see she was hot as a fire-cracker and needed to be fucked fast.
Rolling onto her back, she spread his legs, waiting for the invasion of his throbbing, long cock.
Grabbing his stiffened prick, Jerry eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head of it along the moist clinging slit of her pussy. Peggy groaned in wanton surrender as she felt the warm moist lips of her cunt hungrily nibbling at the tip of his meaty erection. Peggy's pussy was sucking at him, ravenously pulling his lust-driven virility into her burning vagina.
Peggy lips trembled and her body shook with the overpowering fury of her adulterous passion ... suddenly!
"Oh, yes, damn it... I can't stand it. I can't!"
But now the pent-up emotions were unleashed and she cried out in her own carnal desire, blurting, "Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard, Jerry. Fuck me and make me scream!"
Peggy's eyes closed tightly as tears of naked humiliation trickled over the blushed gentle mounds of her cheeks.
"All right, baby ... push down with that sweet-eatin' ass! Push!"
The naked blonde beauty operator grunted ecstatically as he rode himself into the hot, clenching pussy. Her hips rocked, her pussy lips grasping his driving hard prick as if her life depended on it.
"Aaaaaghhhh! It's so big! Mmmmm...." She was obviously in pain, but she was wriggling like she loved it. The more Paul pushed deeply into her cunt, sinking every inch of his long hard cock between her ravenous pussy-lips, the more she loved ...
Paul's stiff prick surged up into her belly in a deep, gut-wrenching thrust that jolted the breath from her lungs. Deeper and deeper Paul plowed into Peggy's pussy. No man had ever ridden into her like this and she loved it.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out in wild abandon; Paul bent over, pressing his lips on her warm lips. And then they played a tug-of-war with their tongues as his tongue slid into her mouth. He was penetrating her mouth with his tongue as if it were a penis. Matching the rhythm in his loins, he continued thrusting his tongue in her mouth and she loved it.
Jerry appreciated the way she swung her hips as he rode into her. Up and down, Peggy pumped, raising her behind up until just the bulbous head of his cock remained between her widely-splayed pussy lips, and then with a groan of very real pleasure, she would sink down onto his naked prick, spiraling down the glistening hard thickness of his huge erection until her curvaceous buttocks pressed eagerly against his matted pelvis hair.
Jerry reached behind Peggy, pulling the cheeks of her shapely ass apart, making his skewering, hurtful entry even deeper. She moaned her frantic approval.
"Aaawwww .. . it's so deep in my pussy! Yes ... yess ... Oh, Jerry, I love it. I love it!" she cried passionately, shaking her head so that her long blonde hair flailed around her face.
He grinned wickedly, moistening his middle finger in the dampness of her pussy ... This ought to give her a thrill, he thought.
Jerry inserted his stiffened middle finger between the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, warm and tender like the halves of a freshly buttered bun. Before Peggy could cry out in an indignant protest, Jerry shoved his prick into the tight, hairless grip of her rectum, pushing hard as his finger popped between the muscled lips of her anus.
"Unnnnggghhhh! That hurts! It hurts in my ass!" Peggy groaned. Yet in only a matter of moments, Peggy was working her ass up and down against the exciting finger sliding in her asshole. She enjoyed having his ramming cock in her cuntal hole, while his finger slipped up her rectum at the same time.
Jerry continued working his middle finger in and out of the tight grip of Peggy's anus in perfect rhythm with his thrusting cock ... separated only by the thin membrane between her two holes. Jerry could feel the virile strength of his own erection as it surged deeply into her belly, bringing her closer and closer to a screaming pinnacle of glorious climax.
"Ohhhh, yes ... yes ... yessss," Peggy gasped in erotic arousal. "I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Peggy screamed loudly as if she wanted all the world to hear. Her body was quivering now, as she pumped frantically up and down, levering herself skillfully with her knees and thighs.
Jerry felt the breath leave her lungs. He felt her whole body begin to throb and quake as he held her tightly with one hand on the small of her unblemished bare back. He had held as long as he needed to ... and now he could breathe as easily himself as his cock suddenly began to pulse and shudder, gushing a thin viscous rivulet of sperm into her quaking belly.
Peggy gasped, "More ... shove it in hard now! I want every fucking inch of your dick meat sliding in my cunt. Fuck, me Jerry, fuck me!"
It inspired Jerry to have Peggy panting, and begging for his huge prick. He was tired of half-hearted fucks his wife would give him. Here, he was clinging to a sweat-soaked, trembling young blonde beauty. And she couldn't get enough of his cockmeat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, delirious with excitement. "I... I want it. I need it! Screw me... ohhh, ahhh, yes . .. yessss!"
Jerry was inspired to keep riding her. His cock stiffened. His virility took over, as he plowed into her pussy, determined to give her all the fucking she craved so desperately.
"Ohhh, yes ... I feel it," she gasped, "just like that! Now, you're fucking. Screw me.. . show it in my cunt!"
Deeper, ever deeper his cock rode into her. She was exhilarated and thrilled with his wild, abandoned love-making. A fine mist of sweat covered Jerry's body as he withdrew his finger from her asshole, focusing his entire attention on his ramming prick stabbing in her mound without mercy.
"Second time around is even more exciting," he grinned, as he lewdly fucked her. Her clenched ass-cheeks could feel his lust-bloated balls as he pounded his penis into her with savage intensity.
Peggy's face became a contorted mask of lust. She was shoving up to meet his deep-driving cockstabs.
"Grab my ass ... feel of my butt when I'm fucking you," he told her anxiously.
Peggy's hands reached for Jerry's ass-globes. She gripped them tightly, squeezing them as he continued pumping into her.
"Ohhh, ahh, yes . . . yesss .. . fuck me!" she cried out, her body trembling on the brink of climax.
It excited her to feel his hands clasping her bare ass-cheeks. He felt it might improve his performance, if she fingered his asshole, massaging his prostate.
"Slip a finger up my asshole," he begged.
Peggy's finger eased up Jerry's tight, hot asshole. Massaging his prostate gland appealed to him.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, that feels FANTASTIC!" he gasped, as her finger surged right up his tight rectum.
She was rising up off the bed, pumping her pelvis full force ahead now as Jerry rode his pounding prick in her pussy.
Judging from the contorted look of sexual frenzy on Jerry's face it was obvious he was enjoying himself immensely. She picked up on this instantly, and found it stimulating to observe the expression on his face. Jerry's jaw hung slack, his body sweating as he continued pumping into her.
Her vagina muscles grasped his sliding, stabbing cock.
"Fuck me.. .fuck me, "she cried out in a frenzy of erotic excitement. "Ohhh, ahhh, give it to me!"
With all his force, Jerry plunged into her. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock and squeezed. He was coming now. She loved to feel his sperm gushing in her cunt. It sloshed in his own cum-juice.
When he finally did pull his penis from her pussy, some of his cum dripped on her fleecy blonde pubic curls. The pungent smell of his cum aroused her. She felt the urge to lick the remainder off his penis.
"Let me lick it clean," Peggy smiled up at him.
Moving forward in his straddling position, he angled his body so that his throbbing cock would be even with her sensuous, soft lips. Apparently, Peggy was coming along just fine, he figured now.
Reaching up, she gripped his penis in one hand and let her fingers manipulate his balls with the other. This got him aroused. Peggy let her lower lip drag on his cock as she slowly sucked. His penis began getting stiff again.
As she felt his ass muscles flexing, her hands reached for his firm, round ass-cheeks. She gripped his buttocks firmly as he began pumping in her mouth, and letting his penis snake down her throat. His lust-bloated balls bounced on her chin.
Closing her eyes now, Peggy did her best to tantalize and stimulate his huge cock. Once more her hand slipped under his firm, flexing ass cheeks. Inserting her middle finger up his asshole, she began giving him a fingerfucking.
Jerry felt his powerful cock being sucked in with force. Peggy's tongue was developing talent sliding over his throbbing male member. Her hands clasped his round, firm ass cheeks now, and she focused her action on the trembling head of his penis.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck ... suck ... suck off," he begged her. Her eyes closed almost in reverence as she let him thrust.
Lewdly, his balls slapped against her face as he plunged in all the way down her throat, and then forcefully pulled his cock out.
"Ahhh, ohhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he groaned, throwing his manmeat down her throat with wild abandon.
Hot cum flooded her face. The sticky cum oozed from the corners of her mouth as she finished giving him a fantastic blow job.
"Suck ... suck it... suck it out," he panted as he went on pumping his virile manhood down her throat. It was a passionate high-point for Jerry to see how much cum her hot sucking mouth could draw from his cock.
When it began to tickle, he pulled his throbbing manhood from her mouth.
"Okay, Peggy," he smiled, "that's enough ... it tickles when you suck too long."
Reluctantly, Peggy released her grip on his cock. She looked at him with new-found lusty appreciation. She lay back, watching his swaying testicles, and gently massaging his round ass.
Getting off the bed, Jerry went over to the chair where he'd placed his pants. He got out a package of cigarettes, and lit one. Coming over to the bed and smiling he caressed her cheek.
T almost wish you were my mistress," he smiled.
"What a nice thing to say," Peggy told him, reaching out and patting his hand affectionately. "Sometimes I think I should be a kept woman myself. Wouldn't it be an easy life never having to get up and go to work. Pleasing those women at the beauty salon is no picnic."
Understandedly, Jerry nodded.
"They want you to do the impossible. You're supposed to be a combination of Merlin the Magician, and the most creative hair stylist in the world as they want nothing but the best."
"You sound like you understand us," Peggy laughed, "it's a wonder you'll have anything more to do with us if we're that bad."
"I've been married three times," Jerry admitted, "and it isn't a bad relationship if you can curb the wandering eye problem. That's been my hang-up. I love what I've got in the bedroom, but I always see another woman as an adventure ... a new continent to be explored."
"You mean a new body to be explored," Peggy corrected him.
"Do you have a steady boyfriend?" Jerry asked, snuffing out his cigarette in an ash tray he picked up off the nearby nightstand.
"Would it make any difference to you?"
Jerry laughed at her question. He could see she understood him. And he appreciated her frankness and her candor.
"Of course it would make a world of difference in my approach! I would be very careful to make certain I didn't come here when he was around."
"Maybe my boyfriend wouldn't mind sharing me," she teased him.
Jerry looked at her with a sense of moral self-righteousness. She immediately picked up the fact he was upset.
"Did I say something wrong?" she asked.
"I wouldn't think of sharing my woman with another man. I don't believe in orgies. They are decadent."
"You could always take turns," Peggy said, trying to see the funny side of a sexual triangle.
"Technically, I suppose that wouldn't be an orgy then," he admitted, "but it would make me feel strange."
"Alright," she replied, "we will be quite honest with each other. I am not prepared to be any man's mistress. This is the first time I've been on my own and brought a man to my place."
When she said that, she could tell Jerry was pleased. He didn't want to think of her as a woman he would have to share with too many men and it stimulated him to realize he might obtain some sexual agreement with her whereby she'd preserve her pussy precincts for his penis. But he had to word it in such a way she wouldn't become angry or take it as an insult.
"What would you like if you had your choice of any life-style?" he tactfully inquired to obtain a line on her reasoning.
"I ... I don't know," she replied.
Seeing he'd struck out in that line of questioning he decided he could try another angle.
"I'm not living with my wife in a sexual sense," he told her, "we stick together for the social side of our lives. The kids, the clubs, my job . . ."
"So?" Peggy asked, when she could see it was leading up to something in the way of a proposition.
"So I was just thinking if we could have a cozy arrangement ... we could reserve our bodies for each other. I'd take care of this nice apartment and you could be a lady of leisure."
Peggy thought about it a long moment and then blurted suddenly, "No way. I'd be a first-class slut. I'd be your sex slave. No way, tiger. I've got a life of my own to live and I intend to live it. I could always meet some rich, young man my age. We could have a great life together. I can see it all now. Maybe I'd even wind up owning my own beauty salon." "Wonderful," Jerry said, "I can see where that leaves me. You've got your own plans mapped out. And more power to you."
He went over to the chair where he'd flung his clothes when he had begun their sexual interlude. Picking up his white cotton shorts, he slipped into them. Sitting down now, he slipped into his socks, and then he put on his shirt, pants, and tie. Finally, he slid into his shoes, still saying nothing whatsoever to Peggy. When he went into the living room and slipped into his jacket, she followed him.
"Are you angry, Jerry," the blonde, blue eyed young girl asked the middle aged man.
"Angry, Peggy?" he laughed, "that's absurd. I'm happy. I'm happy for you. I want you to be happy. And I can think of no better way for you to be happy than to find yourself some young, rich man who will make your dreams come true."
"Well, damnit," Peggy snapped, "don't I have a right to hunt for happiness. It won't be easy to find it I know that. But I guess I have my right to hunt for it."
"Sure you do," Jerry said, not wanting to get into an argument. "I hope you find whatever you are looking for."
I'm not looking for a man to keep me," Peggy declared, "I'm no slut...."
Just as Jerry got to the door to leave, he turned and with a smile on his face informed her, "I never said you were. Good luck, and thanks."
He left her alone, closing the door noisily.
CHAPTER NINE
When Peggy Blair went to work the next day, she quickly discovered how Liz Addison could find new beauty operators that met her fancy. A sharp-looking redhead was joining the Liz Addison Beauty Salon and she overheard a couple of the girls making remarks about the redhead, indicating she was Liz Addison's latest discovery.
Liz introduced her to the redhead later that day.
"Penny," she smiled, "meet Peggy. Penny is joining our staff. She comes from the Parker Beauty Emporium to work with us."
"Pleased to meet you," Peggy smiled, and Penny returned her greeting.
By the time the day was over, Peggy wondered if she would be replaced. She knew all too well that Liz could be fickle. She was certainly not going to worry about it though as she didn't care to become trapped in a Lesbian web of intrigue that she knew Liz was most capable of weaving.
That night her sister Marna phoned to say she wanted to talk to her about something important. Peggy tried to beg off but Marna was determined she was going to come over and speak with her.
"Alright," Peggy finally told her, "if it is that important we can get together... maybe for a drink. I can't stay out late though as my work at the beauty salon is not easy."
"I know, darling," Marna assured her, "but what I have to say is important. . ."
"Must be," Peggy told her, "or you wouldn't be so insistent."
It didn't give her much time to unwind before she had to hurry out to meet Marna at a bar. The pace was becoming killing. Peggy knew she had to slow down and take into consideration the fact she couldn't carry on much of a social life and work so hard.
When Marna met Peggy at the bar she couldn't help but notice how attractive her blonde hair looked. It hung about her neck in graceful blonde swirls. There was a sheen to her hair indicating it was given excellent care. This pleased her. For she wanted her younger sister to take care of herself.
"You're looking great," she told her sister.
"Why, thank you," Peggy smiled.
But soon she understood why Mama wanted to see her so desperately.
"From what I hear you are quite a swinger," Mama told her right out, and Peggy played innocent.
"Where do you get your information?"
"You don't need to put on that innocent act for me," Mama assured her. "Remember, I'm your big sister. I have a friend who works in the Liz Addison Beauty Salon."
"What?"
"Yes," she smiled knowingly, "and she told me you were one of Liz's girls if you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I don't," Peggy stammered, motioning for the cocktail waitress to come over to take an order for another drink.
Once she'd ordered her second drink, Mama continued her revelation.
"I also hear you pick up with the husbands of some of your female customers. Apparently, you've become quite a swinger."
Peggy put her drink down hard on the table, and angrily denied her sister's ugly charges.
"You're jealous of me, Mama," she declared, "you always have been. And I don't blame you. I think I do possess more sex appeal than you do. Now, what else is new?"
"I know our dear Mom didn't set a very good example. But that's no excuse for you to follow in her footsteps, is it?"
"What's gotten into you?" Peggy demanded, "you never used to talk like this. I can't believe my ears. You make me feel all wicked and dirty."
I'm glad you still have some conscience left," Marna smiled with a tone of triumph in her voice. "I've joined a religious commune. I used to shoot heroin for my kicks. But I don't have to anymore. I've found myself... and I want you to find yourself before it's too late."
"What? My big sister an admitted dope addict?"
"That's all in the past," Marna assured her, "and I want to help you. Can't you understand?"
"No... no, Fm afraid I can't. You're trying to live my life for me and I won't have it." When Marna could see Peggy wasn't listening to her she became belligerent.
"You have no sense of decency. You are lost in your own lusts. Apparently you border on a nymphomaniac ... carrying on the way you do. Alright, Peggy. I'll leave you to your own devices. But don't ever say I didn't tell you what was right from wrong."
"Thanks ... thanks for nothing," Peggy said tightly, as she got to her feet, pulling the bar bill with her as she left to pay for their drinks and go back to her apartment.
Marna was so angry over her sister's unwillingness to listen to reason she walked out of the bar without looking back.
Peggy was glad to go home and have a good night of rest. She was so completely exhausted, she slept very well that night.
In the days that followed at the Liz Addison Beauty Salon she began to feel her days were numbered. Liz was paying so much attention to the shapely redheaded beauty operator Penny Carter that she never noticed Peggy Blair at all.
Realizing there was one girl in the shop who was providing a pipeline to her sister, Peggy suddenly found herself resisting the advances made by the husbands of some of the ladies whose hair she was styling. After about two weeks of making no contacts, she felt she might as well go to a bar and find someone.
She went home and made sure she wore something that would catch the eye of some available male. It bothered her dressing like this but she wanted to make certain she left no doubt in some horny man's mind that she was ready for sex.
Peggy decided to wear a tight-fitting pant-suit outfit. It did define her shapely bosoms, and curving ass cheeks to perfection. When she sat down on a bar stool at Kelly's Cozy Bar, she did catch the eye of every single man in the place as well as one woman who was watching out of the corner of her eye.
"What'll you have, honey?" Max, the bartender smiled at her.
"A Tom Collins," she told him.
As she sipped her drink, she surveyed her prospects for the evening. There was an empty bar stool beside Peggy but it didn't remain empty for long. One gentleman got up from where he was seated, and taking his drink in his hand come over to sit beside her.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" he began his conversation. Max, the ex-fighter who operated the bar always like to eavesdrop on the get-acquainted conversations. When he heard the gentlemen using this clich�d approach, he laughed out loud.
The man looked up at him and so did Peggy. He caught the angry look on their faces and knew he might be hurting his own business if he mocked their meeting.
"Maybe we should find another place to enjoy our conversation," the man suggested.
"A very good idea," Peggy agreed.
They left together after the man paid the bar bill for both of them. Going down the street they went into The Big Shot Bar together.
"I haven't introduced myself," he half-apologized. "My name is Ted. I'm in the insurance business."
"Wonderful," Peggy smiled, "I should talk to you about a policy."
"What kind of policy?" Ted asked, as they sat at a table in the corner of the darkened bar.
"A happiness policy," she smiled, "I want one that will insure me against being sad and lonely."
"Maybe I could make you happy," Ted suggested with a sly wink. Soon a waitress came by to take their orders.
"Double scotch on the rocks," Ted ordered and Peggy ordered a gin fizz. Sipping their drinks slowly, Ted got to talking.
"What would you say to me if I said I'd like to go to bed with you?" Ted asked in a whispery low voice.
Peggy hesitated for a long moment and then replied, "I'd say, let's go to bed!"
Down deep Peggy still felt guilty about being so hungry for sex. Still on the surface she could give the appearance of a very sophisticated woman who wasn't afraid to speak her piece.
"Alright, let's go to bed," Ted smiled eagerly. "I need a good time ... and maybe you do too."
"Oh, yes, Ted," Peggy agreed, "I need some fun! And I can't think of a better way to enjoy oneself than to get laid."
They left the bar a few moments later and went to Peggy's apartment. Ted couldn't help but admire the fine furnishings of the place and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"Wow!" he smiled as he looked around the attractive living room, "you sure got it made. Who's paying the freight on it, Peggy?"
Peggy resented Ted's suggestion she was a kept woman. She thought it was tasteless, and certainly most untrue.
"I don't know what kind of circles you run around in," she said crisply, "but I can tell you this ... I'm no whore!"
"Really, Peggy," Ted chuckled, "I never said you were. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with a girl finding some man who wants to help her out with the rent. You're terribly narrow-minded."
Peggy thought perhaps she was and didn't say anymore.
"Mind if I fix myself a drink?" Ted smiled, moving over to the well-stocked bar.
"Go right ahead," Peggy told him stretching out on the sofa and suggesting, "mix me a Tom Collins."
Soon they were drinking again, and then Ted asked, "You're not expecting company are you?"
Peggy's voice was tremoring with passion as she replied, "No... No... I'm not expecting anybody."
Coming over to where she was on the sofa, Ted sat near her. Peggy was blushing now. She knew what Ted wanted to do. The more she thought about it the more hot and bothered she became. She knew she was on the brink of adultery. Peggy wavered a moment, thinking of the consequences. The critical words of her sister tormented her now.
"I've got something for you," Ted grinned, as his eyes fell between his legs. Peggy's eyes focused there too. She could see he was becoming hot and horny for her.
"It's long, it's hard, and it shoots," Ted smiled, "you can feel of it if you want to."
The growing hardness that bulged in Ted's trousers told her the whole story. He was so hot and horny for her he could hardly control himself. But he wanted her to gave in to her own carnal cravings. He wanted her to demonstrate her lust. It wasn't easy for her to admit she possessed such feelings, say nothing of give in to them. "Go ahead," he smiled.
Reaching over, she let her hand press down on his huge, throbbing cock. She gently massaged it and he enjoyed it immensely.
"Now, you're feeling of it," he told her, "why don't you unzip my fly and pull it out!"
Peggy wanted to ask him the same question. Why should she be forced to perform the demeaning role in sex?
CHAPTER TEN
Reaching out now, Peggy gasped, "What is it?" She could feel his thick, blood-heated hardness. And Ted was pleased with the delighted expression on her face now. The anticipation of having his thick prick shoving in her had her excited.
Ted was so horny hot for her now, he contemplated fucking her right then and there, brutally and without mercy, fucking her until her legs turned to jelly and she screamed until her voice went hoarse . . . but there was something else he wanted first.
"You like it, huh Peggy?"
Peggy nodded sheepishly, still feeling a twinge of guilt over the fact she did like what he had between his legs that much.
"Go ahead," he smiled, "let yourself go. Lick it... stick it in your mouth and suck on it for me."
Slowly unzipping Ted's fly, she pulled out his throbbing long prick which was pulsating, and starting to drip with oozing cum. Bending over Peggy let the tip of her tongue slide smoothly over his pulsating, huge prick. Ted's cock quivered, as tingles of erotic excitement ran up and down his spine.
"Let's take off our clothes," Ted suggested.
Peggy's mouth was planted on his throbbing penis now and she was developing a rhythm with her cocksucking. She continued letting her mouth glide up and down his thick, meaty shaft.
"Suck... suck... ohhhh, ahhh, Peggy, now, now you're sucking my prick. Just keep it up like that!"
Her lips fastened firmly on his penis. She sucked until it was about ready to explode.
Ted pushed her off.
"Enough ... you've got it hard. Let's go into the bedroom now and fuck."
Reluctantly, Peggy pulled her mouth off his throbbing cock. They stepped into the bedroom together and undressed. Once Peggy was naked Ted looked at her body with new-found admiration.
"Wow!" he exclaimed excitedly, "you sure have a nice set of knockers."
"Thank you, Ted," she smiled proudly. Peggy's great breasts bounced excitedly as she walked hastily over to her large bed. Pulling back the, bedspread and blanket, she slipped between the white sheets.
Ted was naked now, and he walked to the bed. He could see she was shivering with anticipation. When he neared her, Peggy's head turned. He got right up on the bed, putting his jutting erection only inches from her face.
"Oh, Ted," she gasped, "what a huge prick you've got. You're really well hung."
Reaching out she grasped his thick hard prick. Ted smirked down at her. "You like cockmeat, huh?"
Peggy's hand fondly stroked the foreskin of his immense erection.
"How about a little taste?" Ted smiled.
Peggy's tongue began licking at the head of his huge cock. Her face blushed with unconcealed shame.
"I... I never have," she said softly.
Ted only chuckled knowingly. "That's what they all say ... come on, Peggy ... forget the BS, and suck my prick off!"
It made Ted laugh out loud thinking of the guilt and shame Peggy felt over giving him a good blow job.
"Nothing dirty about doing it, if you do it right. Sucking cock drives a man wild. Let me show you how to do it."
Ted pressed the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his prick against Peggy's lips, wetting her lips with the oozing stickiness of his semen.
"Just open your lips and lick it a little. .. I'll show you the rest."
Peggy gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips enough for Ted to slip the bulbous head of his cock over her bottom teeth. She shuddered as she felt the heaviness of it pressing down on her tongue.
"That's the way, honey ... just work that sweet little tongue around some. Mmmmm, yeah ... you're getting it fast! Lick it and swirl your tongue around it... yeah!"
Peggy could see from the way he was responding how aroused he was. The meatiness of his cock tasted good to her. She noticed his lust-bloated balls when she opened her eyes, watching him slide his hugeness in and out of her willing mouth.
"That's the way, Peggy ... now ... ahhh, lick it for me!"
Ted threw his head from side to side as wave after wave of sexual excitement flooded his being.
Peggy gulped again and again and did as Ted told her to, nakedly ashamed but afraid to turn back now that she had come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again, and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, she feared what was surely about to happen ... he was going to shoot his cum down her throat. She feared she'd choke on it.
"Don't stop sucking, baby, until I say to ... just keep right on suckin' and swallowin' and you'll be all right!" Ted grunted, fucking into her. He kept driving into her widely-splayed lips with long deep gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her tender throat.
As he looked down on Peggy, he could see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her nipples wet with the heat of passion, as she continued giving him a hot cocksuck. She was a natural-born slut Ted thought to himself. It was evident she was a natural-born slut . . . she was lapping it up like mother's milk!
Suddenly, Ted grunted loudly and a rumbling came from his loins as his jism rushed up from his balls and surged in a white-hot torrent down her throat. Peggy choked and gagged on the incredibly heavy cream of his ejaculation, but he held her head so tightly against his pelvis that she could do nothing but swallow somehow ... or choke to death.
'That's it," Ted panted, "keep on suckin'! Keep on!"
Ted sighed pleasurably as his cock deflated and slipped flaccidly from her lips, leaving a wet sticky glob of his cum dripping from her lower lip. Opening her eyes, Peggy looked up at him, her breasts rising and falling in the frenzied arousal of her own desires.
Grinning wickedly, Ted told her, "you missed a little."
Peggy's tongue swept up to her lip. She lapped up the last of his virile, life-giving sperm from her mouth as if it were rich, sweet cream. She lay back on the fluffy white pillow, her legs slightly askew and her whole body tingling with goose bumps as she waited for whatever he desired to do with her. Peggy had the strange feeling she could never be chained to one man. She knew she was a slave to lust. Any man who could carry on with her with no holds barred.
Swinging Peggy's body around, Ted straddled her. He let his knees press into the mattress as he pushed her legs farther apart. With the back of his muscled hands, he spread her trim girlish thighs and lowered his head between them in a sudden movement that caught Peggy off-guard.
"Oh! No-No, p-please, not that.. . you can fuck me if you want me, lover, but p-please! I... I don't want you to...."
"Shhh, baby... just close your eyes and let me do the work. You'll be wild for this when I've finished, believe me!"
Peggy gasped suddenly like someone had delivered a pointed kick between her soft feminine breasts as Ted's lips brushed electrifyingly over the moist warm folds of her pink pussy. Ted gave her a fervent soul-kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish pleasure racing along her naked bare spine.
Ted's lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris .. . This'll drive her ape, he thought to himself. She'll be begging for more after a few seconds of good ol' clit-lickin'!
Feverishly, like an animal pressing his nose in his meal when he is hungry, Bill nosed and tongued his way between her widely-splayed thighs, his hot tongue caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris as she spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses ... wildly aroused as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her womanhood.
Peggy's aroused body shivered and spasmed uncontrollably, her flesh beaded with a misty sheen of perspiration as Ted's tongue hotly searched every pore and crevice of her sweet tasting pussy slit. A thin line of droplets already lined the ragged pink folds of her twat and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving tongue tip as he squirmed it into the undulating folds of her cunt and deeply speared it into the clasping confines of her juicy cunt.
Peggy moaned as though she were beaten, but the timorous tone of her rasping voice betrayed her real emotion ... wild abandoned lust!
Reaching down, Peggy clutched at his dark, curly hair, grasping his head in a struggling effort to force his searching lips deeper between her thighs. Suddenly Ted's lips left her moist dripping slit of her cunt.
Peggy groaned in shame as she heard her own naked pussy-lips embarrass her with a slurping noise as they reluctantly released his tongue. Peggy looked up at him through the tear-flooded slits of her eyes, her eyelids fluttering with fervent emotion. He was kneeling between her legs, his hand on the again-stiffened pole of his hard thick cock... he was going to fuck her!
"Ted, please ... I... I can't... I've changed my mind," Peggy mewled tremorously. "My ... my conscience won't let me."
Her mind had become a blazing swirl of guilt as she recalled all too vividly the conversation she had with her sister. It was true, she was sinking, sinking deeper in a pit of sin from which she was afraid there would be no escape.
Yet all at once Peggy's voice trailed off into slobbering nothingness as her eyes focused hotly on the long hard thickness of his erection ... his cock was hugely stiff and pulsing with excitement, the purplish head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it.
Ted's balls were enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the ominous threat of his hot surging sperm.
Ted chuckled to himself as he looked at the lusty, hot expression on her face. She wants it ... she wants it all right ... she wants it so bad she can taste it!
Ted got up between Peggy's trim smooth legs, still on his knees, and pushed her thighs up, and back until the hardness of Peggy's knees crushed down onto the jiggling mounds of her naked breasts.
Peggy was nakedly exposed to him now, all of the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and unguarded .. . the moistly trembling lips of her pussy, her pink folds palpitating with total arousal.
Beads of dewlike moistness lined the soft tremoring slit and further down still, down the naked slit of her pussy, he could see the hairless, tightly-puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in shame and fear.
Ted was crawling down into a push-up position, he leaned over her, kissing her hotly on the lips. Peggy hesitated for an instant, reluctant to respond to the taste of her own feminine arousal, yet within seconds she was kissing him soulfully, p ling her tongue deeply into his throat as she mewled and groaned with bestial incitement. Peggy felt his tongue surging between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth and she sucked on it ravenously, throwing her arms around his back. Peggy's fingernails scratched at the muscled hardness of his back, and Ted laughed at her fast-rising passion. Does she ever want it! I haven't seen a woman so hot and eager . . . she's burning up with the fucking fever!
Peggy was too ashamed to look up at her, her eyes clenched shut and oozing with burning, salty tears as his lips left hers and dropped to the small, pulsing tips of her nipples, hardened and quivering with frantic wanton desires. She felt her own nipple- flesh harden as his lips hotly kissed them, and she squirmed under Ted's muscled hardness with wild abandoned passion, aflame with the nagging insistence of her lust!
Ted urged his loins forward with a grinding thrust and his pelvis ground against the upturned warmth of the beautiful blonde's crotch. His cock throbbed into painful, total erection, adding yet another inch to its hugeness, and squirmed into the pink hair-rimmed wetness of her pussy. She whimpered excitedly as the lust-hardened tip of his prick electrifyingly slid over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its hardness into the hot heat of her vagina.
Peggy gurgled inaudibly, gasping for breath as she bit her own lip to stifle the deafening scream of wanton submission that ached to burst from her throat. Her mind reeled under the intense shame she was enduring at this moment... she was an adultress ... and if he was paying her for this wild sexual performance, she'd be a whore!
"Oh, Ted... fuck me, fuck me, lover! Stick it all in me and make me come! Ohhh, I need a cock so bad ... soooo bad!"
Peggy groped between her legs for his stiffness, and her fingers lightly encircled the lust-swollen erection. It was over twice as long as her palm was wide, and she could barely close her fingers around its throbbing circumference. The bluish veins pulsed with heated passion. She could feel its surging heat against the inside of her hand.
"It's so huge, Ted," she complained, "I... I don't know if I can take it all in me."
"Hurry it up, Peggy... what's all the fuss about? Haven't you ever felt a cock before?"
Ted sneered at her, flexing his loin-muscles and watching the look of surprise surface on her face as his prick swelled again in her tiny gentle grip.
"N ... never one this big. I... I don't think I can go through with it. I want it! I want it, but I...."
Ted only laughed out loud at her flattering fears, and he reached down between their bellies, and gripped the hugely erect thickness of his prick, pushing it up between the rubbery pink lips of her twat. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the wispy curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the leather, swollen orbs of his testicles. Ted eased his cock a little at a time into her, and groaned as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the purplish bloated head of his prick ... and then he pushed into Peggy with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cockmeat boring deep into her belly!
"Aaaaaghhh! Take it easy, Ted... take it e-easy!" she cried, as she felt his hugeness stabbing in her in a regular rhythm.
But Ted was deaf to her cries. He smiled pleasurably as the walls of her cunt clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his pecker, gripping him like a tight velvet fist.
"C'mon, Peggy," he panted, "what a pussy you've got. It's tighter then a schoolgirl's asshole!" he grunted down at her, making her blush with his vile obscenity, yet Peggy seemed to enjoy it, for her legs doubled back even further as he heaped even viler filth upon her, cursing her, calling her wanton, despicable names.
"Yeah baby, you bitch ... you're really getting down to it now!" he sneered, watching Peggy flinch as she felt him shoving his prick deeply into her upturned twat.
"Fuck it good, cock-lovin' pussygirl! Fuck it and shake that hot little ass!"
Peggy was bug-eyed from lack of breath and gasping for even a single lungful of air before she blacked out under his relentless, deep-thrusting ravishment.
"P-Please... take it out! Just for a second! I... I can't stand it. I can't!"
But Ted simply levered himself up off her to let her breathe, knowing full well that, like any woman, she could quickly adapt to his man-sized cock ... that in a few more seconds she would be fucking him like she'd been making it with him every night for years.
Ted remembered the first time he ever saw her. He vividly recalled how her clothes clung to every curve and hollow of her delicious young body. Now she was his to ravish. And he was enjoying every pleasurable moment. He was ramming into her with wild abandon, thrilling to every deep-stabbing thrust, enjoying the look of fear and apprehension that clung to her face like a mask while he fucked her without stopping.
Ted's thrusts were hurtful and deep, and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened erection, he pulled his cock almost completely out of the clinging grasp of her pink pussy flesh, leaving just the thick, knobbish head inside the cuntal lips until, with vicious ferocity, he would push forward again, skewering her painfully and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. Ted pushed aside Peggy's moist pussy-flesh inside her twat in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking noise against the warm upturned flesh of her crotch.
At this point there was hardly a sound, except for the ones the two of them made, groping, grabbing at each other. Their bodies had merged. Ted's balls slapped into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks with a thudding resounding noise, making Peggy's tearful humiliation that much worse. His balls smacked into her ass in perfect rhythm with the deep-poking thrusts of his virile, lust-quenching cock. The sound seemed deafeningly loud to her wildly aroused state, as if the noise was meant for the whole world to hear!
Salty tears of shame and despair obliterated her vision and Ted was only a great shapeless hulk over her . . . it could have been any man now ... she didn't care. All that she knew at this erotic moment was that she was enjoying herself in her own depravity.
Peggy's shame was vanishing, her remorse forgotten with the on-rushing wave of passion. Peggy was discovering for herself what great pleasure wanton, obscene and lewd sex could be.
She had become a different woman from the time Ted met her at the bar. The shackles of her imprisonment in the morals of the past were gone now. It was wildly exciting having his throbbing cock stabbing in her with such heated urgency in this moment of blinding truth.
It seemed to Peggy almost as if her body would burst into flames. The carnal lusts she felt seething through her now caused her to respond to Ted with pushes back to meet his frenzied fucking.
With every delicious, deep-thrusting stroke, she pushed back to meet him. She couldn't get enough of it.
"Fuck me, Ted," she panted, "fuck me ... I want it. Ahhh, Ohhh, just keep on fucking me."
He was bringing Peggy to a pinnacle of orgasm, and she loved it. Ted's immensely thick erection was bringing her closer to a realization of her own wanton lusts that burned within her body.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck ... fuck, fuck," she cried out loudly.
Ted had to clamp his hand over her mouth to quiet her down. She had become a writhing, twisting, pumping mass of beautiful female flesh, responding like a fucking machine to his driving, ramming penis. With every thrilling cockstab, she was shoving back and begging for more.
"Ahhh, ohhhh, fuck ... fuck me," she gasped.
Peggy could feel it coming on and she knew this would be the real thing, the gut-wrenching kind of orgasm all women sought, but few would ever find. Her knees were almost doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath them.
Flickering emanations of erotic pleasure vibrated from the crushed bud-like tips of her crinkly nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them,' rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. Peggy could feel them pulsing with anxious desire as Ted's weight shoved her legs over them, in time to the punishing deep stabs of his driving cock.
The beautiful blonde's lips trembled with a mindless series of unintelligible cries, coming from her throat like a warm liquid. His deep, belly-prodding strokes were driving her insane, changing her from the guilt-ridden female, into a female who couldn't wait to get fucked. Ted was deep inside her, deeper than any man had ever been before. Reaching behind him, she let her fingers streak down his back boldly until he was bleeding.
"You're a sexcrazed fucking animal," Ted gasped, as he felt the blood trickling down his back, mixing with the fine mist of perspiration that had developed since they began their wild wanton love-making.
"I don't care what you call me, Ted... just so long as you fuck me ... and fuck me good!"
She had become so loud in her frenzy to get fucked, Ted found it necessary to slap his hand over her mouth, warning her, "I'm glad you like the way Fm screwing you, but don't announce it to everyone in the apartment house!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ted was so deep inside her that she could feel the throbbing head of his cock like a red-hot poker deep in her belly. "Yes... yessss... ohhh, ahhh fuck me, fuck me hard . .. fuck me good!"
Ted felt fanned by the heat of their writhing groaning lust. Peggy's silky blonde hair was tossing from side to side as her teeth gritted and the cords in her slender neck stood out. She choked and groaned with every deeply thrusting stroke of his cock.
She dared a quick furtive look through the veil of tears that were starting to flow. Tears of passionate pleasure, sobs of erotic frenzy that flashed through her body like a flame.
She could see his prick riding in and out of her as she looked up between her doubled-back legs. His cock was purplish and veined with strands of pulsing dark blood; her freely-flowing juices were drenching his skewering cock and the thick fleshy pole of his erection glistened in the reflected sunlight like a long hard rod of marble as it probed deeply between Peggy's upturned thighs, boring relentlessly into the hot depths of her cunt, bringing the blonde nympho tremblingly closer to the cliff of climax.
Yes, above Peggy's grunting and panting with the sheer physical exertions of his strenuous sexual workout, Ted was gasping in short furtive breaths as his rapid-fire cock-stabbing tempo began to slow to a deliberate, lust-stirring rhythm of long, deeply skewering thrusts that seemed to drive even deeper than before. Peggy opened her eyes again and watched as he drew his huge cock out of her cunt. The soft pink pussy flesh clung hotly to the turgid thickness of his erection as he lifted his pelvis from her upturned crotch, only to drop like a leaden weight, sinking his long hard prick far down into her seething heat which came from her cuntal sheath.
Ted enjoyed driving his cock into the molten honey of her pussy. Every time he struck bottom his balls slapped lewdly into the hairless, naked crevice of her ass. Ted would groan with renewed desire.
Peggy's cunt tightened as the end drew closer, grasping his steel-hard prick like a surgeon's glove rhythmically grasping his penis and pulling on it.
Peggy and Ted ground together, sweating until their bodies slapped against one another wetly, their flesh lubricated with their own hot, lust-driven sweat.
Peggy tried in vain to hold back her screams of ecstatic pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she could taste her own blood. Her long slender legs were curled around Ted's hips, her ankles locked together in a death grip of wanton desire, as she kept tugging him tighter to her own writhing nakedness. It was as if her body was somehow burning up with her own maddened lusts. The hot heat of her pussy sucked him wantonly into her body. Someway, somehow she must quench this insatiable passion!
Peggy's eyelids fluttered partially open and she saw through the liquid haze of her salty tears the smirk of Ted's face. He wore the mask of conquest, and his sweating lips parted as he went on ramming into her, driving the point home with every jab of his mammoth manhood the fact he was tearing her self-respect to shreds.
"You like the way I fuck you?" he leered at her, the sweat streaking down his neck in rivulets.
Peggy knew he knew how much she was enjoying his wild fucking. It tormented her to see how he was coming on strong now, determined to humiliate and degrade her anyway he knew how.
"I asked you, Peggy ... do you like it?" he repeated, enjoying her dilemma, which revved him up, adding fire to his fuck.
Closing her eyes, Peggy blurted, "Yes ... damn you! Yes, I like it... are you satisfied?"
"I didn't hear you, honey," Ted chuckled, his eyes peering down at her, to watch her writhe under him as he pounded his cock in her cunt hole without mercy.
"Damn you, Ted," she gasped, "Sure I like it when you fuck me! Fuck me, damnit ... fuck me and make me cum!"
The words tumbled out of Peggy's mouth in an obscene rush. She was turned-on all the way now and wanted his cock driving deeply into her in the worst way.
She was at his mercy now. She had surrendered. Sure it was cruel and sadistic to slow the tempo of his cockstabs just when she craved it most. But he wanted her to understand for one passion-pulling moment what it was like to have a man's horny sexual appetite.
Peggy felt cursed with woman's submissive role. She had to beg for it now. It had begun the other way around. At first, he had to coax, tease, and prod her into the act. Once he got her heated up, she couldn't get enough cockmeat driving in her ravenous cunt hole. She had to have it, every fucking inch of it and fast.
"Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck me," she panted, as his huge prick rode into her with wild abandon. He drove in with a cruel lunge that bored right through her belly, and seemed to burst from her parched throat.
She was writhing, squirming, and twisting under him on his huge hard thickness. She loved the sight of his glistening cock as he'd pull it out and drive it back into her.
Peggy's sharp nails ripped again across Ted's back as he fucked her wildly, and she giggled hysterically under him. In that frantic state just before she reached climax, her whole body began to throb and quiver. The hot flesh of her crotch moved up along the beautiful curves of her body. Every inch of her was trembling with frenetic lust.
She began moaning animalishly, her throat vibrating as Ted went on humping her. Gurgling deep in her lungs as her cunt gripped hotly around his sliding prick. She wanted to feel his gushing torrent of cum erupting in her like a volcano.
Ted gasped as he drove his cock deep into her again. He loved the sloshing sound of his huge, throbbing penis, plunge into the naked young blonde's tight, grasping cunt hole.
She was writhing so fiercely now, the air rushed from her lungs as her hips arched upward, and she lifted his weight with one forceful grind of her ass.
It was all Ted could do to stay on top of her. She was writhing, twisting and bucking as the electrical waves of orgasm swept through her with erotic impact.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she panted, anxious to draw every last drop of pleasure from his stabbing, hard cock.
Ted's loins began to pump and throb like they were going to explode in a flame. His lust-bloated balls rapidly emptied their hot load, and he felt his hot cum explode like a bullet in her body.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, fuck ... fuck, fuck," he cried aloud, as gushing spurts of seething cum shot in-side her hot cuntal hole.
She writhed, twisted and ground her ass around as he finished sliding into her. They were sweat-drenched, and exhausted.
Peggy cried out in her wanton erotic pleasure, "Ohhh, Ted... flood my cunt with your cum. I want it... I want it all!"
Ted continued driving inside her hot, juicing pussy hole. He loved the insistent grasp of her cunt as she pulled on his throbbing penis.
"Fuck me." he begged, "milk my prick, Peggy!"
Panting and pumping up to meet his driving cockstabs, Peggy let her pussy muscles work on his magnificent male member. She squeezed his huge cock, milking the cream out of his balls.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," she cried anxiously, "fuck me... let me feel it ride inside me... fuck... fuck .. . fuck me!"
Frantically, Ted continued letting his exploding cock glide inside Peggy's slippery pussy hole. Her vagina muscles clamped and released his stabbing wet cock in a distinct rhythm.
"I want your cock ... every fucking inch of it in me, Ted ... fuck fuck me ... fuck me forever ... ohhhhh, ahhhhhh!"
Ted's white-hot cum sloshed wantonly down the hungry sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly.
Peggy closed her eyes in ecstasy, throwing her head from side to side as she opened her mouth, gasping in satisfaction.
"Ohhh, I can feel you shooting in me ... I love it when you shoot your cum in me!"
Peggy was wiggling beneath Ted now, as he went on shoving.
"Let me taste it," Peggy pleaded, "I want to lick it ... let me swallow your rich cum," she begged boldly.
Pulling his cock from her cunt hole, he let her stretch out. His still spurting cock dripped down on her naked breast flesh. And now, Ted was angling his cock into her mouth-feeding her his thick, sweet cum, watching her lick frantically like a starving baby sucking on a mother's nipple.
It dribbled from her lips, and Peggy licked it with her pink tonguetip, letting him know how much she enjoyed sucking on him.
And then she eased away from him, as he got up.
She threw her hands over her face in shame. She had wanted him so badly, she was willing to do anything he suggested. Yet her conscience was telling her it was all wrong.
Ted didn't pay any attention to her. He was getting dressed as fast as he knew how. He knew his wife might wonder where he was. And he certainly didn't want any lasting relationship with Peggy.
He had to admit she was one of the best fucks he ever had. She had come on strong and given him a wild ride. But he also knew he didn't seek any further involvement. It could lead to trouble and plenty of it.
When he finished dressing, he thought he should reward her. He left her two twenties and a ten. That was a lot, but he calculated she was a lot of woman.
Silently, he slipped out of the front door of her apartment and down the hall before she knew he was gone.
Through misty eyes she looked around the empty room.
"Ted ... Ted ... where are you?"
Everything was deathly quiet now. It must be early in the morning. They had been fucking half the night away she knew. She got up naked off the bed and walked about the room.
There wasn't anybody in the place, and then her eyes fell on the money. She spotted the two twenty dollar bills and the ten dollar bill and she broke out in a sobbing, crying jag.
He must have thought I was a whore she thought to herself.
She felt cheap, and dirty. She went back to her bed and stretched out and cried her heart out. Finally she drifted off to a troubled sleep. In her nightmare that followed, she was running away from a strange creature with four arms. She would glance over her shoulder and shudder when she saw this vile looking creature-half human and half-animal, and total terror.
"Help me ... help me," she cried out, waking herself up.
Glancing at the nightstand she could see the clock. It was only five o'clock in the morning.
She rolled over and tried to get some sleep. But it wasn't easy. When she did wake up, it was ten o'clock when the phone was ringing. She didn't know what to do now. Her mind was spinning, and she felt helplessly lost.
Finally, she reached over and picked it up.
"Hello. ..."
"Peggy," a woman's voice began . .. "is that you, Peggy?"
"Yes," Peggy replied, finally recognizing it was Liz Addison's voice. No doubt she would destroy her chances to work at the beauty salon. She tried to apologize as quickly as she knew how.
"Oh, Liz, I'm so sorry," she told her. "I... I don't know what happened. I must have forgotten to set the alarm .. ."
"You were out carousing, no doubt," Liz told her bluntly. Peggy's heart sank for an instant.
"I... I can explain everything." "Don't bother," Liz told her, "Peggy I've got something real important to talk to you about." "Sure, what's up?"
"I'll tell you when I see you. Meet me at my apartment as soon as you can. You don't need to go in to work today."
"Alright, Liz ... if it's that important," Peggy told her.
After she had hung up, she was worried. She couldn't help but wonder if someone at the beauty salon had spotted her at a bar. She hadn't been very discreet with her activities. Perhaps her sister was giving her a very good and wise warning when she suggested she change her style of living.
The naked young blonde hastily went into the bathroom and began showering. Peggy figured she'd wear something slinky and glamorous when she went to see Liz. She felt it might help to look appealing, as that was how Liz decided to give her a job as a beauty operator at her fashionable salon in the first place.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Peggy Blair took a taxi to Liz Addison's apartment. The taxi driver drove around a few blocks needlessly to increase the fare and she complained.
Finally, she went into her apartment and found her distraught.
"Want something to drink, baby?" Liz asked anxiously.
"A little early for that, isn't it?" Peggy told her.
Peggy could see she had been drinking and this bothered her. She didn't want to upset her but she could not drink at this hour. She would turn into a drunk if she did.
Liz poured herself a straight shot of bourbon and then came over to the sofa to sit beside Peggy.
"What's wrong?" Peggy demanded, knowing full well Liz was keeping something back from her ... the something that was upsetting her so much.
At last, Liz reached for a newspaper and spread it out on the coffee table in front of them. Pointing to a lurid headline, she sobbed, "The bastard killed her."
Instantly, Peggy recognized the beautiful redhead as the stunning girl Liz had hired last. Apparently, it must have been a lover.
"I'm sorry, baby," Peggy Blair tried to console Liz. 'Tell me all about it. It will do you a world of good to get it off your chest."
Through tear-streaked eyes, Peggy listened to Liz. Seeing how upset Liz had become got her upset as well.
"I was visiting her in her place," she explained, "she'd gotten a divorce from Randy. He had no claim to her. The bastard had a key made to the apartment and he found us."
"Found you?"
"Yes, we were having sex," Liz explained, "and he went berserk when he saw his ex-wife making it with me."
"How dreadful," Peggy exclaimed.
"It was embarrassing... Here I was driving this twelve inch dildo into her when the bastard barges in the bedroom. He caught me in the left buttock. A bullet just grazed my ass. But he got her in the heart!"
The moment Liz reflected, she began sobbing as if her heart would break. Peggy consoled her, wrapping her arms around her comfortingly. "You mustn't take it so hard!"
"I know, I know," she moaned, "but what am I going to do?"
"What do you mean, dear?"
Liz explained. "If her worthless ex-husband uses my lesbian affair as a defense at the murder trial ... I'll be ruined! I can see it now. Husband goes ape when he finds ex-wife making it with her female boss!"
At this point, Peggy grimaced.
"That drink you mentioned," she reminded her, "that's not such a bad idea. I think I'll have one after all!"
Peggy poured herself a drink, and came back to the sofa. Now, Liz told her what she planned to do about it.
"I've got a lover stashed away in the bedroom in case that murderer tried to make a fuss about catching me with my dildo on. I hired Brian to come over here and put on a good act in case I'm questioned by the authorities."
Just then, a naked Brian emerged from Liz's bedroom.
"Brian ... I told you to stay in there until I wanted you to come out. . ." "How many times can I watch 'Deep Throat' on your TV?" he asked her.
"What?" Peggy exclaimed, "are they showing that on TV now?"
"It's on our home viewing set," Liz explained, "we got a tape copy of the fuck flick just for kicks. Brian has been watching it all morning while I've been out here drinking and crying my heart out."
Brian was a muscular, suntanned man about six feet tall. He had a hard-on, and his eyes focused on blonde Peggy Blair.
This is a nice looking girl," Brian said eyeing her much as a cattleman would look at a new herd.
"Thank you," Peggy smiled nervously. "Is she one of your girls?" Brian asked, "or will she swing?"
Liz laughed, "She can speak for herself, can't you, baby?"
Peggy was confused. She didn't know exactly what to say or what might be expected of her. However, she did know it was important to keep Liz's spirits up, and it was glaringly apparent Liz was sinking into a state of depression.
"I swing," Peggy grinned, getting to her feet.
"Let's have a three way," Brian suggested, "well put Peggy in the middle. I can fuck her asshole and you can screw her cunt. How'd you like that, little miss Peggy?"
Peggy felt awkward having him suggest such a blatant sexual act. She had never been involved with an orgy before and it bothered her to even think about joining such an action now.
"Alright," she agreed, "I... I guess it would be fun."
Liz half-staggered to her feet. She followed Brian into the bedroom like a zombie.
Peggy didn't immediately join them. She still felt strange about becoming so intimately involved with them sexually. Brian noticed this and became incensed.
"What you waiting for?" he demanded, "you think Liz's dildo gives a better screw maybe!"
Liz didn't find that funny. She turned on Brian with a vengeance.
"You foul-tongued male hustler! I ought to cut off your balls!"
Brian paid no attention to her angry tirade. He had seen Liz get angry before and if anything it merely amused him.
"Now, now," he chuckled, "mustn't get jealous!"
Even though it appeared on the surface he was taunting her, Brian was trying to get her mind off the murdered redhead. He knew that a difficult period of adjustment lay before Liz. After the murdered man talked on his behalf, she would be drawn into a notorious love triangle, emblazoned with scandal. She needed to forget now, and sex was a marvelous way to forget.
Peggy sensed he was doing this and for that reason she decided to cooperate with Brian in his desire to have them get involved in an orgy. She went into the bedroom and began undressing. Liz did find a smile coming to her face when she beheld Liz's blonde beauty as she started to strip.
"Wow!" she exclaimed when Peggy removed her brassiere. Her great bosoms jutted out in all their splendor, the nipples distended and erect. Brian came over and licked his lips suggestively, lewdly putting his hands out to play with them.
"Wait until we're all naked," Liz insisted, "and then our little fun and games will begin."
Brian could tell Liz had become jealous and he was pleased to see this happening. Obviously her mind had been distracted from the ugly experience she'd been forced to endure.
When Peggy was down to her panties, the wisp of blonde hair could be seen through the sheer material. Peggy bent over and slid out of her panties and finally paraded around in the buff.
"Wow!" Brian smiled as she got up on the bed and waited for Liz to join them.
Liz was busily strapping on her dildo. She was proud of her superb dildo collection. She walked around the room, looking in the mirror above her nightstand proudly. Getting on the bed, she told Peggy what position she wanted her in.
"Roll over on your side, Peggy," she smiled.
Peggy responded immediately, rolling over on her side. Soon, she felt Liz's dildo brushing across the downy pubic curls of her crotch. And then her eyes suddenly popped open as if a thousand volts of surging electricity had been sent through an electric line to her sensitive, squirming twat.
Peggy choked back the scream that hung in her parched throat. It aroused Liz to see her this excited. Brian watched too. Now, Liz was driving in her with firm, deep-driving dildo stabs.
"Fuck . . . fuck it, Peggy," she panted, as she rode into her with deep, penetrating dildo-stabs.
At this point, Brian was applying a thin sheen of K-Y to his huge penis. He was anxious to get his cock sliding up Peggy's asshole, so he and Liz could fuck her together.
"How do you like the sandwich?" Liz smiled.
Peggy didn't understand what she was talking about. And so Liz explained, "you're the meat in the middle of our sex sandwich!"
Peggy laughed. But not for long. For she could feel the huge throbbing cock behind her. Brian was trying to fit his hugeness in her tight, puckered-up virgin asshole. And he was discovering it wasn't easy. He had to tell her to quit wiggling her ass until he got his cock inside her.
"Alright," Peggy smiled, turning to see the lust-contorted expression on Brian's face.
His turgid, slickened penis pumped forward and stopped at her puckered anus ring. He knew it wouldn't be easy to invade her asshole. Peggy whimpered, as she felt him urgently sliding inside her. The blood engorged member was stretching her asshole with its skewering thickness. Reaching forward, in an effort to distract her from the pain that she was feeling from behind, he grasped her fleshy bosoms. His fingertips pinched the naked erect nipples.
With sudden pressure, he plunged his huge, blue-veined cock right up her tight, hot asshole. His lust bloated balls bounced on her asscheeks as he fucked her butt.
"Ohhh, ahhh, it hurts," Peggy whimpered.
Liz watched in fascination. She always found it erotic and appealing to see a man mounting a maiden from behind.
Savagely, Brian plunged his cock up her asshole in sadomistic ravishment. Peggy hated it at first. However, once she became acclimated to his driving, plunging penis, she didn't mind at all.
"Fuck... fuck, ohhhh, ahhhh, fuck my asshole," she begged as the terrible pain gave way to erotic pleasure. She loved having him ramming his manhood up her asshole.
Now Liz went into high gear. She was delighted to see how excited Peggy was becoming. She couldn't seem to get enough of it.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me," she cried out passionately, "Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes... I want it... fuck my asshole ... screw my pussy!"
Being the sex meat in the middle of erotic sandwich scenes was arousing and satisfying to her. She kept her ass wiggling for Brian and her pussy grasping for Liz. It really took talent she realized to effectively give them both sex kicks at the same time. If whores had to put on performances like this, she could easily understand why it was worth some money to perform in erotic exhibitions.
"I want you to shoot it up my asshole," she told Brian, "I love your cock riding up my butt!"
It stimulated Brian to observe her reaction. It was apparent to him she was turned on like a fucking machine.
"Fuck!" he demanded, "fuck it!"
Brian leaned back. He wanted to watch her blonde ass cheeks open and close as he rhythmically pumped his hugeness up her tight asshole. It was an inspiring sight to see alright. She was so beautiful. His hot hands grasped her bare buttocks. He held onto them, as he kept pistoning his penis in and out of her hot behind.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, fuck .... fuck ... fuck," he cried out passionately as he came closer to his climax.
His hot hands manipulated her fleshy ass-cheeks as he kept riding up her asshole, her cheeky buttocks satisfying his erotic desires as he stabbed between them.
"You're virgin ass," he declared excitedly, "I can tell from the way your hot ass grabs my prick. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
He was determined to give her the wildest sexual workout she had ever had. His penetrating penis continued jabbing up her butt with deep, hard strokes. And at the same time, Liz Addison continued drilling her cuntal sheet with the dildo.
"Brush your tits back and forth against mine," Liz gasped anxiously. "Let me feel you fucking me. That's how, honey! Fuck! Fuck!"
Peggy crushed her enormous knockers against Liz's generous-sized breasts. Both women had erect nipples now, and derived enormous pleasure from this delicious excitement.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, fuck . . . fuck . .. fuck me," she cried out passionately, as both Peggy and Brian drilled into her hot, turned-on body.
Sadistically, Brian continued plunging all his manhood up her hot, tight asshole. He could hardly wait to bring her off. He loved the way she was responding now.
His lust-glazed eyes watched intently as she kept her ass grinding, and shoved up to meet his advancing cockstabs. It was apparent to him her ass was on fire to be fucked. This revved him up all the more.
"Come on," he gasped, "fuck me! Fuck me!"
Peggy's hips rocked up to him, as he continued riding inside her and his balls slapped against her bare ass-cheeks, making a lurid sound as he went on stabbing up her behind.
At the same time, Liz Addison was rhythmically riding her dildo into her tight behind. She was going out of her mind in a frenzy of fucking such as she had never known before.
"Fuck ... fuck," she told Peggy, determined that Peggy wouldn't become so absorbed in her sodomy scene, she neglected her.
Panting and pumping, Peggy persisted in giving her the kind of kicks she loved so much. Her vagina muscles grasped at the forbidden dildo, as she shoved back to meet her raging genital heat.
She was whimpering now, almost unable to control herself.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I want you to cum, Liz. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast!"
Liz was all juiced up. She rode the dildo deep into her hot pussy hole, as she constantly brushed her big bosoms back and forth across Peggy's huge breasts. She loved to see the blonde girl heated up like this. Peggy was blushing red with humiliation and shame. Guilt was surfacing within her now, as she recognized the degrading scene she was participating in with such wild and wanton abandon.
Aggressively, Brian's powerful cock shoved up Peggy's trembling, tight asshole. It was obvious he was going to make it shortly.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, I ... I can't stand it," Peggy gasped, barely able to control herself now. His huge cock was driving in her tight, gripping asshole all the way. His balls slapping rudely against her ass-cheeks aroused her imagination. She could feel how big they were, and she knew that soon all that hot cum would shoot up her hot tight asshole. This was the erotic moment she was waiting for. That moment of sexual ecstasy when he would fuck with intensity, and shoot his wad.
"Now, baby, now," Brian declared gunning his cock all the way up her tight asshole, and shooting his wad. Her pussy juiced instantly, and Liz had to admit she was coming in a slow third. Liz rode dramatically into Peggy's pussy, determined to cum quickly too.
"Ohhhh, milk me . . . milk my prick," Brian panted, as he drove into her with savage force, enjoying every thrust enormously.
The surge of his cock, brought surges of pleasure through her entire being. She had never known anything quite so stimulating, quite so satisfying as this felt now.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck ... fuck me," she begged, "I ... I can't stand it. Screw my cunt! Fuck my asshole!"
A mist of sweat covered her trembling body as she grasped at his cock sliding up her cum-slickened asshole. At the same time, Liz was juicing and continued driving her dildo into her cunt with wild force.
"Fuck! Fuck ... fuck it off," Brian begged.
Brian's body was on fire. He wanted to continue invading her asshole until he could make it come again.
Peggy kept rotating her ass, exciting and stimulating him all the more, as he went on sliding into her from behind.
Peggy clenched her ass-cheeks, letting him deliver a few more penetrating cockstabs up her willing ass.
A wave of orgasm shock Brian, and he fucked deeply in her asshole. He fucked again and again, driving up her butt as far as he could shove his slippery hard cock.
As Brian began spurting semen up her asshole, he cried out in sheer animal joy at each surge of newfound pleasure. His cock was throbbing like a teen- age kid who just got his first fuck.
Liz smiled at Peggy. The young blonde woman was so full of life, so uninhibited it made her stimulated just looking at her.
She went on driving her dildo in a frenzy of wild fucking, vowing to cum again. Liz's body was slick with sweat, as she went on plunging the dildo up Peggy's tight cunt.
"Baby, milk me!" she begged.
Peggy's cuntal muscles grasped, and pulled on Liz's sliding dildo. It wasn't going to be much longer now until they were both juicing. Liz pressed her lips on Peggy's mouth in a soul kiss.
"Ohhh, baby, you're so beautiful," she told her, "you are!"
The erotic thrills she felt going through her tingling body gave her the kind of erotic kicks she needed.
She was shaking all over, her body aflame with lust. Brian slowly eased his flaccid cock from her asshole. When Liz could pull herself away from Peggy's hot body, she patted her affectionately.
"You're quite a gal," she smiled.
Brian stepped from the bedroom to the bar to fix a drink for himself. Liz followed close behind.
Peggy came into the living room, and fixed herself a drink. She joined them in a toast.
"Here's to the three of us," she smiled, "may we each find what we are seeking."
After the three of them had their drinks, they sat down and spoke about strategy for the impending murder trial.
"Liz, you've got to hire a good attorney. The best in town! You can't have your good name dragged in the mire of this murder!"
Liz nodded, "I know, Brian. It would be the end of the Liz Addison Beauty Salon .. . and just when I was planning on branching out."
Just then the phone rang. Brian answered.
"No ... no ... no way," he said, and hung the phone up.
"Who was it?" Liz inquired.
"Just some nosey reporter. Wanted to know if he could interview you about the murder ..."
"I'm not giving interviews," Liz said flatly. "But I could stand a massage... which one of you wants to massage me?"
When they both said they would, Liz smiled, "There's two sides to me. You each can massage one side!"
