"Your tongue must have gone to college," Tiny remarked, spreading her legs wider and pulling the skin away from her clit.
Sarah flicked her tongue against the lips of Tiny's pussy.
Flushed with the fire of sexuality, Tiny pushed three fingers into Sarah's cunt and stroked it fervently.
Sarah grabbed a handful of Tiny's hair and pulled her head between her legs. With little urging, Tiny's tongue found the damp insides of Sarah's hole and ran around the rim of Sarah's gaping hole.
Their ardor reached unbearable heights and the pair embraced each other with strength born of lust. Their mouths were locked mercilessly against their respective organs, tongues wagging and flicking against clits and holes.
Their fervor and energetic embrace attracted several of the male and female guests. Within minutes several men had gathered around the sucking women.
A few men were jacking off as they watched the two women sucking and licking each other with abandon. Their lust reached such heights that they began to roll around on the floor, oblivious to the group of men and women watching them.
And the party was just beginning!
CHAPTER ONE
Pat Marx was elated. The last day of school had come and Pat was on her way home. She stared at the scenery speeding past her train window. She could hardly wait to get home. At home, at least, she would have access to hot, mature men. Attending an all-girl school left little of a sex life for the average student.
By semester's end, Pat had built up a massive case of the hornies. She could hardly stand the movement of the train. Each sway and roll of the train rubbed her twitching pussy against the rough seat.
Such buffeting only served to remind her of her need for sexual release. She snaked her hand between her legs and rubbed her twitching twat slowly but firmly.
Her mind turned to two of her favorite fuck partners, Sven and David. The pair were twins. They dressed alike, and, as Pat knew well, they also fucked alike.
She closed her eyes and allowed her mind's eye to conjure up visions of last summer's encounter with the twins. There was nothing, Pat mused, like having two men working on your twat and, tits, ass and mouth.
The thought of multiple stimulation made her feel even more like sticking something inside her steamy twat. The train was still two hours out the city. And even after she got into town, it might be several days before she caught up with the twins.
Basically, she needed release now.
She opened the top button of her denims and slid her hand into her pants. She rubbed her cunt several times, moaning softly with each stroke. Damn it! she mused if I don't come, I'm going to go crazy.
She glanced towards the rear of the half-empty train. The bathroom was unoccupied.
Pat grabbed her overnight bag and headed for the lavatory.
It was small and cramped but more than adequate for what she had planned.
She stepped inside the restricted space and closed the door behind her. She turned the button to occupied. She dropped her overnight bag on the sink, sat on the toilet and unzipped her pants.
She placed one leg against the tiny sink and her other leg against the door. Her well-manicured hand found its way into her bush and the tip of her clitoris. She stroked the peanut-sized organ until shivers traveled up her spine. She used her other hand to pull the skin away from the main source of her desire.
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier as her clitoris reddened and grew larger. She thought back to last summer when Sven and David had found her stranded near Lake Pontas, her speedboat had taken on water and had refused to start.
The gallant twins had offered to tow her ashore, but by the time the pair had boarded her boat and secured it for towing, the three of them knew that there would be more than towing in the offing.
Sven had started the whole thing by pretending to help her from her boat into theirs. In the process, her blouse had come undone and Sven had helped himself to a handful of tit.
Before long, the three of them were wrapped around each other, fucking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. There was an enormous pleasure in having a dick stroking the pussy and a dick to suck on. And for the first time, she experienced anal penetration. While it was painful, it was offset by the insertion of David's dick in her pussy.
She remembered how the pair of dicks felt inside her. It was almost as if the two dicks were rubbing against each other. The pleasure was unmatched. The mere recollection was enough to bring Pat to the verge of a climax.
But not quite enough.
Pat reached over and opened her bag. She stuffed her hand into the bag and found her trusty vibrator. A flick of a switch, started the tiny machine in motion. The humming mechanism seemed to have a life of its own. She caressed the seven inch joy buzzer and pressed it against her mouth. She licked it and rolled against the outside of her mouth.
Once it was fully wet and slick she pressed it against her clit. She held it against her swelling organ allowing the vibrations to fill her groin with a tingling sensation.
She rubbed the lips of her pussy with the smooth, buzzing vibrator. She leaned her head back and allowed her reveries to heighten her feeling. She moaned softly, thinking of her past encounters and fantasizing about her future soirees.
She leaned back against the lavatory wall and arched her hips upwards. She pulled her pants below her knees and spread her legs wide. She inserted the oblong tool into her wet cunt. It slid in easily.
She pulled the foreskin from her clitoris and moved the the vibrator in and out of her vagina and upwards towards her throbbing clitoris.
The soft pink skin of her cunt yielded easily to the smooth, slick length of the vibrator. As her desires reached a frenzied pitch, the speed and force of her manipulations increased. Her breathing matched the vigorousness of her manipulation.
She maneuvered the vibrator round and round the walls of her wet twat. She took hold of the machine with both hands and went deep into her vaginal tract. She stroked herself with more and more ferocity as she neared climax.
Her legs were pointed upward into the air, flailing and kicking in passionate response to her self-stimulation.
Her climax was deep and engulfing. She murmured softly with delight as the ecstatic sensation began to subside. She sat on the toilet seat, legs apart, cunt red and happily satisfied.
There was a knock on the lavatory door.
"Are you all right, Miss?" a voice inquired from behind the door.
Pat threw the vibrator into the open overnight bag and stood up.
"Yeah, everything is alright ... I'll be out in a minute."
She buttoned her jeans and closed her overnight bag. She looked in the mirror and dabbed at her tousled blonde hair. Oh well, she thought, I'll straighten up when I get into town.
She opened the lavatory door and prepared to exit. A young, well-dressed man was standing outside the door.
"I was concerned," he offered. "I thought perhaps you were in pain."
"It wasn't pain," she said wryly and headed for her seat.
The man entered the lavatory but held the door open long enough to watch Pat's well-endowed buttocks disappear down the train aisle.
Beautiful young girl the man thought as he entered the lavatory. Perhaps, he would talk with her just to make the trip a little more enjoyable.
After he was finished in the lavatory, he ambled down the train's aisle until he reached Pat's seat.
"Excuse me," he said, pointing to the unoccupied seat next to Pat, "but would you mind if I sat here."
"Not at all." Pat sniffed. "It's a free country."
"Thanks. I don't want to be a bother. I just thought you might not mind talking until we reach New York."
"I don't mind talking. What would you like to talk about?"
"You for one."
"Me?"
"Yeah. I guess you know you're a beautiful young woman. On your way home from school?"
"Yep."
"What school are you going to?"
"Vassman ... the school for the well-off young woman."
"Why that's a fine school."
"It sucks. There're no men. I go because my father wants me to go. If I don't go I don't receive my allowance."
"Surely, you must realize that Vassman provides one of the finest educations on the East Coast."
"Education is great, but a good fuck is better."
The young man turned a bright red. He had in fact expected an entirely different response. Caught with his cool down, he attempted to come up with an adequate response but could find none.
"Who are you?" Pat asked.
"I'm ... er ... Phillip R. Johnson."
"And what does Phillip R. Johnson do for a living."
"Well, I'm a stock broker."
"That's nice," Pat replied. Pat guessed by Phillip's pronouncement, that he was proud of his profession. And given the opportunity, he'd probably bore the pants off of her. She turned her head and stared out of the window.
The young stockbroker's attempts at conversation were without success until he decided to make a daring move.
"I imagine living on an all-girl campus must lead to a lot frustration. I know it must be hard to get a date."
"Date?" Pat spat. She hadn't heard the phrase recently. "Listen, Mr. Phillip ... "
"Mr. Johnson or Phillip if you prefer."
"Oh, whatever. I don't need dates as you call them. I need a good fuck up the ass and a big cock in my mouth. That's what I need."
Phillip blushed. The brash teenager's language and frankness had caught him off guard. lie tried to regain his composure and at least appear to be a man of the world.
"Perhaps when we reach the city, I could look you up and we could ... "
"Come on, Phillip. When I get to the city I'm not going to have much time between dicks. If you have something in mind, you'd better speak up. And you'd better make it clear."
Phillip swallowed and tried to think up something appropriate. It was just that he wasn't used to a girl with such a straight-forward approach to sexuality.
He decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak.
"I guess I should be honest. When you left the bathroom, I watched your ass bounce and sway like some sort of jelly, all I could think of was putting my dick in your sweet ass."
Even as the words fell from his tongue, the forbidden nature of such language had already titillated his sexual fantasies. He found himself actually stimulated by the words he had blurted so fervently.
"Well, if that's what you want, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't enjoy ourselves. I've been on campus for almost two months without a dick in my cunt. I don't think I want to wait another hour. What do you say?"
"I don't know what to say. I mean we're on a train. There's not what you would call a recreation area on board."
"Oh yes there is'" Pat said slyly. "It's right down the aisle."
"That's the lavatory," Phillip said incredulously. "There isn't room for two people in there."
"There's room if two people are doing the same thing."
Phillip pondered the offer.
"I don't know ... There are other people here."
"Just as long as they don't try to get inside with us everyone will be fine."
Pat got up from her seat and pushed past Phillip. She made a point of rubbing her buttocks against Phillip's face.
As she passed and the sweet odor of pussy and ass filled his nostrils, Phillip's inhibitions began to melt. Apparently, it was all or nothing.
He waited a moment, then stood up and headed for the lavatory. His sense of decorum dictated that he not involve himself in this seamy display, but his hardening dick spoke a different language.
He approached the door. He looked around to make sure none of the other passengers were looking and knocked twice. Pat's muffled voice replied, "Phillip?"
"Yeah," he whispered, hoping not to arouse the attention of other passengers.
The latch on the door clicked and the door swung open just wide enough to allow the turned on Phillip inside the cramped restroom.
He squeezed inside and, with great difficulty, managed to close the door behind him and latch it.
He and Pat were face to face, stomach to stomach and hips to hips. There wasn't room for much else.
Pat wrapped her arms around him and began to grind her hips against his groin. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. He placed his hands against her buttocks and stroked them softly.
They kissed hungrily. Pat's tongue whipped around the insides of his mouth with fierce deliberation.
"Unbutton my pants," she whispered. Phillip reached around and found the worn button of her jeans. With very little effort the button came loose. Pat pulled her pants down to her knees and again embraced him.
He returned his hands to her buttocks and inserted two fingers into her slick, gaping hole.
As his fingers flexed and stretched, Pat spread her legs a little further apart. She forced her hand between them and unzipped Phillip's pants. His erect penis leaped from his pants.
Pat snaked her right leg around his leg and attempted to push his throbbing dick into her hungry cunt. The laws of physics were against them, however.
The two of them had both hands underneath Pat's ass in a futile effort to press Phillip's dick into the sweet soft flesh of Pat's cunt.
But between the rocking of the train and the inability of the pair to maneuver in the small space, Phillip's cock continually missed the target.
The couple became more and more frustrated as the head of Phillip's dick rubbed against the swollen lips of Pat's organ.
Finally the frustration became more than the two could bear.
"Listen," Pat suggested. "Turn sideways."
Phillip forced himself to turn his torso, exposing his hard-on.
"That's better," Pat crooned.
She reached down and took the shaft of Phillip's dick in her hand. She gripped it tightly and began jerking him off. He watched her hand pull the foreskin over the head of the dick and then back again.
He kissed her fervently on the forehead, neck and mouth. He wanted desperately to turn her around and stick his stiffened member in her hot pussy. But he decided to settle for this makeshift encounter.
Pat rubbed her pubic area against Phillip's hip. The two of them breathed heavily, the sound of their breathing coinciding with the clickety-clack of the train's wheels.
Pat stroked Phillip's engorged penis with increasing speed and forcefulness. She rubbed the head with her open palms and smeared the tiny droplets of cum along the shaft of Phillip's dick until it was slick with semen.
With the natural lubrication applied liberally, Pat could massage Phillips throbbing member with easy, sliding strokes. As Pat's hand slid back and forth along Phillip's penis, Phillip's knees began to shake with ecstasy.
Pat knew he couldn't hang on much longer. She gripped his dick with a strong grip and stroked vigorously as if making a milk shake.
Globs of cum, not unlike thickened milk spurted from the head of Phillip's penis. Pat smeared her hands with the white goo and rubbed it against her pussy, pushing her fingers inside her cunt and around her ass-hole.
Phillip was trying to catch his breath. The climax had been breathtaking. He stood there dripping cum from his softening dick as the still-fired up Pat continued to wash her pussy in cum.
"I want to come too," she whispered to Phillip. "Come on. Help me. For God's sakes don't leave me like this!"
Phillip opened his eyes and looked into Pat's ferish face.
"Whatever you want, Pat. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Although filled with the heat of passion, Pat had to stop and think what could be accomplished in the restricting space of the train's lavatory. There wasn't enough room for him to adequately lick her cunt; fucking had already been ruled out.
Failing to figure out a solution, she decided to depend on Phillip's ingenuity if he had any. "Do something!" she demanded. "Do something!"
Phillip looked down at the passionate young woman. He had already been sated. Now he was faced with bringing his sexual partner to the same state of release he had achieved.
He thought for a moment.
"Turn around!" he commanded.
"It's not going to work, Phillip. I can't bend far enough for you to get your prick in my pussy."
"Don't worry. Just turn around."
With an equally difficult effort Pat twisted her body so that her rear was against Phillip's oozing dick. She felt him jockeying for position. His fingers were groping her orifices. When his finger found her cum-slickened anus, he forced his half-limp dick inside.
Ordinarily, a woman has difficulty taking an erect dick into her ass-hole. But Pat's slickened bottom and Phillip's semi-erect dick made the insertion easy. His prick slid home with a mushy sound.
Her ass was hot and tight. Phillip was rejuvenated by the caress of her anus against his dick. He reached around her and found her nut-sized clitoris. He squeezed it between his fingers and rubbed it from side to side with passionate deftness.
Pat leaned her head back and kissed him several times. She maneuvered her hips so that her clit and ass swung in pendulum-like sequences increasing the pleasure both behind and in front.
He rubbed her clit up and down faster and faster. His half-limp dick began to regain its steel-like quality and he dug it deeper and deeper into her ass-hole.
There was a knock on the lavatory door.
"Oh, no!" Pat exclaimed. "I'm so close."
Phillip yelled, "Hold on, I'll be right out."
He increased the speed and force of his clitoral manipulation, stroking it up and down and side to side.
Finally, in a series of explosive convulsions, Pat came.
"Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed, gripping Phillip's hips and forcing them against her buttocks.
She relaxed slowly, gasping and moaning.
Phillip withdrew his dick from Pat's ass. The smell of fecal matter filled the small enclosure.
Both of them were panting.
There was another knock on the door. This time with more urgency. "I'm on my way out," he screamed through the door. The couple hustled to rearrange their clothing and clean themselves up. But they faced the same problem they had faced in the first place.
Elbows and hands were everywhere. At last they had reached a semblance of respectability, they exited the lavatory. First, Phillip fought his way through the small door.
An elderly gentleman who had been waiting with increasing impatience watched Phillip walk down the aisle. Before he could enter the lavatory, Pat made her exit.
The elderly man forgot his mission to the lavatory and instead watched puzzledly as Pat regained her seat. He shook his head in amazement. "Youth." he whispered as he entered the lavatory and locked the door.
Pat and Phillip sat down and held hands. "That was good," Pat remarked.
"It certainly was," Phillip agreed.
"I'm glad I met you."
"Me too."
He squeezed her hand and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Now, do you think we could get together when we get to the city."
"Most definitely," she replied, reaching for her address book. She tore a page out and wrote her name and number on the paper.
Phillip read the note. "Pat Marx, Westchester ... Are you by any chance related to Bennington Marx, the advertising maven."
"That's my daddy."
"Well, this is a bit of a shock. Marx is one of the shakers and movers of the business world. Even though I'm not in the advertising business, I know the name Marx."
"I'm glad you found out after our t�te-...-t�te. I wouldn't like it if you just made love to me because my father has money."
"As beautiful and sexy as you are, that shouldn't even be a consideration."
"You'd be surprised."
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah Marx raised her leg and placed it on the chair. She looked at her finely tuned body in the mirror. The curves and lumps were all in the right places. Sarah, she said silently to the figure in the mirror, you have truly been blessed with God's gifts.
She rubbed her hand across her full breasts and touched the nipples softly. Sometimes, she thought, it's a sin for one person to be born with so much.
She searched her well-stocked vanity and picked "Whisper" by DeLaurance as her scent of the evening. Dan Thompkins, a former football star, was taking her to a film premiere and while she always enjoyed rubbing elbows with the literati and intelligentsia she was really looking forward Dan's 10-inch cock filling her soft, anxious cunt.
Movies. Movies were for those who lacked imagination and drive. Vicarious pleasures, flickering before the minds and eyes of the bourgeoisie. It was a big business and daddy was one of the movers and shakers of the East Coast film industry.
No one made a move or scratched a flea unless Bennington Marx gave his OK. Daddy had power. And with daddy's power came flights of sexual gymnastics unrivaled among the less important and less imaginative people of the world.
Sarah recalled her first orgy. She was only 16 at the time but she remembered every movement, every thrust, every suck and every cry that occurred that very interesting night. She had hoped to find a partner enlightened enough and liberated enough to participate in group sex but these days of conservatism and search for higher moral principles had made the search ever more difficult. Dan, however, seemed to be ready to take the big leap. Tonight would tell.
After the premiere and the party at Regina's, they were to go to Jeffard's house. Jeffard was the orgiast par excellence. His sex parties were said to rival those of ancient Rome complete with S&M, rape, greed, fantasy the works.
She hoped Dan was up for it. And she did mean "UP."
"Ms. Marx?" the maid called from the corridor. "Your young man is here."
"OK, Martha, I'm coming."
Sarah grabbed the diaphanous gown lying on the chair and threw it over her head. She eschewed underwear of any type. The gown fitted her form like a tailored pair of gloves. Her full, pointed breasts poked through the flimsy material. The free-flowing gown displayed every facet of her nipples.
She swirled around in the mirror. The bright lights of the vanity table made the gown almost translucent. By watching the movement of the gown carefully one might see the darkened patch of hair between Sarah's legs, and by all means, the crack of her ass was more than visible.
She stepped into her shoes and applied a string of pearls. She whirled in front of the mirror once more. She was delighted by the effect.
If this combination didn't arouse his deepest passions, she mused, I don't know what will.
She grabbed her mink stole and swung it over her shoulder. She took one last look in the mirror and headed for the door. She glanced over her shoulder at the clinging white gown. God, she thought, I am sexy.
"Dan, darling!" Sarah sing-songed as she descended the stairs. "How have you been?"
"Now that I've seen you, everything is fine." He clutched her hand and kissed it delicately.
"Come now, Daniel," she sniffed, "you can do better than that."
"You're right, Kitten I can do better."
He lifted her dress. She turned her head in pretend demurral. Dan planted a wet, tongue-wagging kiss on her labia majoris.
"How about that, love?" he quizzed rhetorically.
"That's a little better," she remarked.
"Does that mean you're going to take me out to lovers' lane?"
"I think the more appropriate term would be lovers' race track."
"Race track?"
"Don't worry, Dan. You'll get the idea soon enough."
The pair headed into the foyer and past the sitting room.
Dan paused.
"Don't you think we should say good night to your father?"
"No, I don't. Daddy has enough to think about without you bothering him. Besides, aren't you happy taking his daughter out? Do you also have to fawn all over my father just to further your wimpish ambitions? Are you interested in me or my father?"
"I'm interested in you, Sarah. I just didn't want to be impolite."
"Cut the shit, Dan. Let's go. I've got a million things I want to do tonight."
The couple dashed into the night. They got into Dan's Mercedes and roared out of the expansive driveway. Within two hours, they were at the theater rubbing elbows with the cream of Broadway and Hollywood.
Sarah hobnobbed with acquaintances and enemies. After all, it was bad form to ignore anyone in the business. Especially if you were one of Bennington Marx's daughters.
For the majority of the evening, Sarah lied and flattered her way through the traditional kiss-kiss, call-me-in-the-morning crowd until she met Jeffard.
"Jeffard! Jeffard!" she called across the room. "Jeffard, I've been looking for you all night. Are you going to give one of your fabulously decadent parties tonight ... please say
'yes' Jeffard. I haven't had a decent climax since your last party."
"Actually, Sarah, darling, I hadn't planned on giving one. You know what happened at the last one. But for you, I think we can arrange something small and intimate."
"Oh, Jeffard, you're so understanding."
"Not understanding just horny ... See you at my house after the rabble have returned to their hovels."
Jeffard disappeared into the crowd. Sarah decided she had better get hold of Dan before going to Jeffard's. There was nothing worse than going to an orgy stag.
It was almost midnight when Jeffard smiled at her and winked slyly. He was headed for the door. Sarah searched the reception room for Dan. She spied him in a corner talking to an empty-headed starlet with the unlikely name of Tiny Carew. Tiny's knockers were anything but tiny.
"Come on, Dan. It's time for fun and games," she said, grabbing Dan's arm and leading him towards the door.
"Please don't get the wrong idea, Sarah. We were just discussing tennis."
"Bring the little slut along, Dan. She might find the whole thing amusing."
"Do you mean it, Sarah?"
Sarah looked at Dan sideways a sort of look of disgust etched the corners of her mouth. "I guess you do mean it," Dan said under his breath.
Dan whispered in Tiny's ear and led her to the hat check counter. The two sidled next to Sarah as the hat check girl handed them their coats.
The trio bounded into the night and into Dan's sedan. They headed uptown for the orgy.
The ride uptown was short but filled with anticipation. Sarah knew more or less what to expect but Dan and the starlet only knew they were going to a party.
They arrived at Jeffard's high rise cooperative within minutes. They parked Dan's exotic machine and headed for the elevator to the penthouse. As the elevator sped towards the top floor, Sarah swung her stole off her shoulders. She turned to Tiny: "Why don't you get out of that terribly hot and unnecessary coat you're wearing. Believe me, darling, you won't need it."
The trio rode the 30 stories to the building's peak in slence. Only Sarah's low humming could be heard above the whine of the elevator.
The whine stopped and the elevator door opened. Dan's eyes were as big as saucers. He had expected to see naked, unbridled sexuality unfolding before him. Instead a tight-lipped, frowning butler met them at the elevator.
"Your wraps mesdames and sir." Dan handed him his coat and the ladies's furs. The butler stood there with arm outstretched. Sarah pulled the white chiffon gown over her head and swung it across the butler's arm. She stood there with legs apart, her full, firm breasts proudly thrust before her, the black patch of pubic hair glistening in multi-colored lights.
"Well?" she inquired of Dan and his new-found friend. "Are you going to stand there in a state of dress?"
Reluctantly, Dan began to strip.
He looked at the butler and then at Tiny. The butler was staring straight ahead. Tiny, to whom this sort of action certainly wasn't new, had already peeled her blouse and half-cup bra and was beginning to shed her dress and panties.
"Well, while you two are getting over your stage fright, I think I'll join the in crowd and I do mean IN. Tah-tah."
Sarah walked towards two large mahogany doors and swung them open. Dan leaned over as the doors opened hoping to get a look inside. As he strained to see behind the "green door," he forgot to remember his feet and fell over sideways, his ankles firmly entangled with his pants.
Tiny removed her remaining undergarment, handed it to Darwin and retrieved her fur from his arm. "I never go anywhere without it!" she exclaimed.
"No doubt," Darwin replied.
While Dan struggled to free his ankles from their imprisonment, Tiny headed for the door mink in hand.
Sarah had already joined the fun. She was standing at the punch bowl along with several other nude men and women.
The punch, if that's what one could call it, was bright red and didn't smell of alcohol. Sarah suspected it had been spiked with cocaine and psychedelics.
Sarah sipped the punch slowly. She knew Jeffard's penchant for speed and acid. "They heighten the sexual experience," he liked to say.
Sarah sniffed the punch and detected the distinct aroma of cocaine. She took a long swig of the punch. She could taste the bitterness of the adulterants. She put the cup down and looked around the room. Ah! she thought, what delights. Jeffard knew how to throw an orgy.
She recognized a few people. But oriastic etiquette dictated that one didn't acknowledge another until it was appropriate.
As she glanced around the room, some faces were familiar and so were some asses, dicks and pussies.
She could tell "Diamond" Samuels. IDs pot belly was hanging across the back of a rather good-looking, middle-aged woman. He was fucking her dog style and he seemed to be enjoying it. His face was a contorted mass of pleasure and concentration.
The lady, however, seemed as if she had had it with "Diamond." She looked entirely bored with Samuels' seemingly Herculean sexual effort.
She spied Marie Steele, the darling of the jeans and denim set, with a cock the size of a mop handle sticking out of her mouth. A load of semen was flowing down the sides of her jaw as the gentleman with whom she was attached fucked her mouth with clean, even strokes.
There was Jerry Martinson the singer. It befitted a crotch watcher like Jerry to find himself with two pussies simultaneously trying to fill his greedy, watering mouth.
Sarah didn't particularly care for Martinson. She always thought he thought he was better than the entire world. Well, would you look at him now. One bitch was sitting with her pussy over Martinson's mouth and the other was attempting to push her out of the way so she could share Martinson's lengthy and generous t' .igue.
As Sarah looked around the room filled with writhing, undulating bodies, her vagina began to ooze. The combination of visual stimulation and drug-induced desires had set her motor running.
She scanned the room for a partner any partner.
Suddenly, Dan came up behind her. "Man! I've never seen anything like this."
"That's because you're a country bumpkin, Dan."
"I may be a country bumpkin," Dan exclaimed, "but I want to fuck!"
He reached around Sarah and locked his arms. He kissed her fervently on the cheek and neck.
He caressed her full, protruding breasts and massaged them as if they were made of raw bread dough.
Sarah could feel his cock rising so to speak to the occasion. As Dan's member grew in size and length, it filled the crack of her ass. She gyrated her hips and flexed her knees maneuvering Dan's erect dick with the split of her ass.
"Oh! baby," Dan moaned, rubbing his hips from side-to-side with passionate verve. He let loose of one of Sarah's breasts and inched his hand towards her dripping pussy.
He stuck two fingers into her waiting cunt. Sarah uttered a muffled groan as Dan's fingers dug deep into her vaginal canal, sending a chill of sexual passion up her spine.
"Put it in! Put it in!" Sarah demanded breathlessly.
Dan gripped his cock by the shaft and shoved against the pink soft skin of Sarah's twat. The sensual split opened as if someone had uttered "Open sesame," and Dan shoved his cock deep into Sarah's warm, tunnel of love.
Sarah bent over to afford Dan's pulsating member more penetration. He grabbed her by the hips and began stabbing his prick deep into her pussy. With each thrust, the slap of his hips beating against Sarah's ass grew louder and louder: "Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Sarah spread her legs to afford Dan's prick all of her warm, wet favors. She placed her hands over Dan's. Together they rode the path to ecstasy doggie style.
Dan's muscular ass was practically a blur as he stroked back and forth with increasing strength and vigor. In the heat of his passion, his strength translated into desire. He lifted Sarah off her feet by the hips, his swollen rod embedded deep inside her.
He swung her from side to side, pressing his dick as far into her pussy as his better-than-average strength could muster.
Sarah cried out in painful passion: "Ow! Ow!" each time the head of Dan's dick rubbed against the soft depths of her vaginal tract.
With one final swing, Sarah's legs careening through the air, Dan reached a climax. In ecstatic convulsion, Dan lifted Sarah into the air, her bruised buttocks firmly pressed against Dan's hips.
"Oooo!" Sarah sighed. "That was good, cowboy. That was good."
Dan kissed Sarah on the neck several times before releasing her from his powerful grip. "Pretty good for a bumpkin, Huh?" Dan remarked.
"I said it was good, Dan. Not spectacular. Don't get a swollen head."
Dan filled a glass with the potent punch and found a comfortable cushion on the floor and sat down. His flaccid penis lay against his thigh still oozing droplets of cum.
Sarah continued to wander around the room. She loved orgies. There was an endless variety of sexual activity. Over the last few years she had attended a few of Jeffard's infamous encounters and she never wearied of watching the enormous variety of sexual appetites, fetishes and aberrations.
Only on one occasion could Sarah recall, a sexual encounter leading to actual anger and physical aggravation. Usually, folks who had the intestinal make-up to attend these functions were up for anything. Only the right partner was needed.
As she wandered between the unclad, undulating bodies, Sarah could feel her vagina beginning to tingle. Considering there was fucking going on in every inch of the room, it wasn't a surprise.
It was less than fifteen minutes and Sarah was ready to ride the fuck train again.
She happened to spy Tiny in a darkened corner of the large room attempting to give head to two men at the same time with very little success. She sucked one dick and then the other. Neither man seemed to be getting their fill.
Sarah suspected they were more interested in watching Tiny's voluminous breasts quake with the effort than with reaching climax.
Sarah sauntered over to the engrossed Tiny: "Need some help?"
Tiny stopped sucking long enough to give Sarah an answer. First, she had to swallow the mouth full of cum and wipe the whitish globs from her lips.
"I don't need help. I need another mouth."
Sarah sat down beside her and grabbed one of the cocks Tiny was attempting to satisfy. Sarah rubbed it gently, stroking the head with a closed palm. Tenderly, she placed the dick in her mouth and began stroking it forward and backward with her mouth. She milked the shaft with her fingers after each stroke with her mouth.
She could taste the salty droplets of semen with each stroke of her hand.
Still holding and milking the dick, Sarah turned to see what progress Tiny had made. She looked over in time to witness Tiny's partner come all over Tiny's face. Tiny rubbed the slimy fluid all over her face and licked it off her hands.
Inspired by Tiny's success, Sarah resumed sucking with renewed purpose.
She gripped her partner by the hips and guided his thrusts into her mouth. At first, she focused on creating a regular rhythm. "Gush! Gush! Gush!"
After several repetitions, she increased the speed of her partner's thrusts until she could feel the head of his dick beating a firm even tattoo against the back of her throat.
Within several thrusts, her partner reached down and pressed Sarah's head hard against his dick. Sarah's eyes widened as her mouth and throat filled with salty, thick cum. She held it in her mouth until her partner withdrew his member and she was able to swallow the thick cum.
"Aagh!" she complained as the cum sli down her throat and settled like taffy in her stomach.
Tiny, who had witnessed Sarah's cum-swallowing act remarked, "You know, for a rich bitch, you've got some funky ways about you'"
Sarah pondered Tiny's remarkable breasts. "You haven't seen anything yet, as Al Jolson used to say."
She gripped each of Tiny's ample breasts in each of her hands and manipulated them. She planted several kisses on the nipples and fingered them softly.
Tiny watched Sarah's hands work magic as her nipples grew red and large.
Sarah pushed Tiny's legs apart and pressed her hand against her hot twat. "You've got a nice pussy." Sarah observed. "It's firm, smooth and hot as a pistol. You need something to cool it off."
Sarah released Tiny's wondrous bosom and kissed the inside of Tiny's thigh. She parted her more than adequate bush to reveal Tiny's beauteous organ.
"MMM!" Sarah crooned. "It's ready."
Sarah bent down and licked Tiny's wet, glistening pussy. She allowed her tongue to find its way between the lips of her pussy and slowly traced the attractive split from the clit to the bottom of her hole.
"Your super-hot tongue must have gone to college," Tiny remarked, spreading her legs wider and pulling the skin away from her clit.
Sarah flicked her tongue against each lip of Tiny's pussy.
Flushed with the fire of sexuality, Tiny pushed three fingers into Sarah's cunt and stroked it fervently.
Sarah grabbed a handful of Tiny's hair and drew her head between her legs. Tiny was ready. Her tongue found the damp insides of Sarah's hole and she ran her tongue around the rim of Sarah's gaping hole.
Their ardor reached unbearable heights and the pair embraced each other with strength born of lust. Their mouths were locked mercilessly against their respective organs, tongues wagging and flicking against clits and holes.
Their fervor and energetic embrace attracted several of the male and female guests. Within minutes several men had gathered around the sucking women.
A few men were jacking off as they watched the two women sucking and licking each other with abandon. Their lust reached such pinnacles that they began to roll about the floor, oblivious to the group of men and women observing them.
Finally, a tan gentleman with a sizable member decided that he would aid the women in their quest for release. He knelt down and grasped the undulating women, found Sarah's hole and rammed his penis into her saliva-slick cunt.
Tiny, licked the shaft of the cock and traced its length with her tongue until she reached the joining of pussy and dick whereupon her tongue performed loops around the lips of Sarah's pussy.
Before long a couple of men had joined the group and hands, dicks and pussies were flailing about with lustful abandon.
The evening had fled and morning was beginning to peak through the doors of the balcony. Sarah sat up. She had fallen asleep, worn out from the evening's activities and half-drugged by Jeffard's aphrodisiac punch.
Sarah scanned the room. Most of the guests had either departed or were lying in languid bunches about the room.
She found Dan lying against Tiny on the couch in the living room. She woke them. "Wipe your mouth, Tiny," she admonished. "You've got cum all over your lips."
Sarah herded the sleepy starlet and Dan the vestibule where they retrieved their clothing.
They were silent during the ride home. Each of the three reviewed the events of the evening marveling at the variety and depths of lust they had achieved that evening. Although they couldn't see each other in the unlit automobile, all three were smiling. It had been a good evening.
CHAPTER THREE
She had gotten off from work at dad's ad agency. As was her wont she stopped at the Rolls Royce display room around the corner from her office.
She looked through the clear glass and peered at the object of her desires: A gray Silver Shadow Rolls appointed with all of life's luxuries.
She sighed as she followed its sleek but conservative lines from bumper to bumper. Here was a slice of heaven, Jane thought. This was a machine for the woman on her way up. But even at 200,000 dollars a year, Jane could not afford the magnificent machine.
There was so little joy in life, she mused. Why shouldn't one make the best of a situation. She decided. She would ask daddy for the money.
She rushed to the company parking lot and climbed into her BMW. She pointed its nose towards the West Side Drive and sped towards Westchester.
In less than an hour she was driving up the long driveway leading to the Marx estate.
She parked haphazardly in front of the garage, gathered her bag and case and danced towards the house.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she cried as she entered the enormous mansion.
Her voice echoed against the walls of the mansion. "Daddy! I'm looking for you."
"I'm in the library, Jane," Bennington Marx replied.
Jane halted half-way up the stairs and skipped down the steps to the library.
Bennington Marx, the silver fox of Madison Avenue was seated behind his enormous gleaming mahogany desk perusing several papers.
"How's my favorite daughter?" he teased.
"How would I know," Jane replied tartly.
"Because you're my favorite. You know that, precious."
Jane plopped her voluptuous can in her father's lap. "You tell Pat and Sarah the same flattering tale."
"Yes, but with you I mean it."
"Really"' Sarah said demurely, rubbing her ass against her father's crotch.
Jane giggled as she did it.
"Don't do that," Bennington admonished. "Good girls don't do that sort of thing."
"That goes to show you I'm not a good girl."
"You're good," Bennington said, attempting to finish reading his paperwork.
Jane kissed her father on the lips. ". . .Still think I'm nice?"
Bennington ignored his daughter's playful flirtation. "I take it you are in need of something."
"That's right, Daddy."
"What is it this time? A vacation on the Left Bank? Summer on the Riviera?"
"No. Although those aren't bad. I'll file them away for future reference."
"I know. It must be that trip to Monaco you've been asking for all year."
"Nope."
"Well, out with it."
"I want a Rolls Royce."
Bennington gasped. A Rolls no less, he thought. The trip to Monaco would have been reasonable, but a Rolls ...
"Which one?" Bennington asked.
"You know the showroom below the office building?"
"Yeah ... I hope you're not talking about the Silver Shadow classic in the display window."
"How astute of you, Daddy. That's the one."
"It had to be," Bennington remarked. "It's the most expensive model in the showroom, in the city, in the country. You want that particular model."
"Pleeeeeese Daddy, pleeeeese."
Bennington thought for a moment. He looked into his daughter's alluring blue eyes. For years he had been unable to refuse them anything. But this was really exceptional. He had pampered his daughters relentlessly since their mother died ten years ago.
But this was almost too much.
"I won't say you can't have it, Sarah. But ... "
"But what?"
"But I think that this is something you should earn."
"I can't afford the Silver Shadow on my earnings, Daddy. And I don't want to wait for my inheritance."
"You won't have to wait. But you'll have to work."
"Is it pleasurable work," Jane meowed, laying her head on her father's shoulder.
"It might be. I suppose it depends upon you. You remember William Belle."
"Of course, I'm an advertising woman. Belle is head of the largest produce company in the world. Belle Banana, Inc."
"Exactly. I will buy you the Silver Shadow and I'll throw in a Lear jet as well if you can get Belle to advertise."
Jane looked up. She was startled by her father's proposition. "Belle doesn't advertise. He has never advertised. He doesn't advertise."
"I didn't say it was going to be easy. All things worth anything in life are usually costly. Here's my proposition: If you can bring in the Belle account without using my good name and offices, I will spring for the aforementioned goodies. What do you say?"
"Before I say anything, tell me how I'm supposed to accomplish this impossible deed."
"Simple, my love. I will set you up in your own advertising agency. You will have no connection to my office. It will be up to you and your sisters to run it in a professional manner and bring in the Belle account."
Jane stood up and walked around the room, digging the toe of her pump into the sumptuous rug.
"I must admit, the idea is intriguing. Why do my oversexed lazy sisters have to be included in the deal."
"I think the experience of running your own business failing and succeeding at your own tasks would be an excellent lesson for the three of you."
"OK, I'll do it. But you've got to promise that you won't interfere no matter what happens."
"I think that's the intent of this little experiment."
Sarah paced in a circle for several minutes. "I'll do it."
She strode out of the library and bounded up the twisting stairs.
"Sarah!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Where are you." She opened the door to Sarah's room and entered her bedroom. Sarah was lying in the middle of her round water bed. She was naked save for a set of blinders and a set of ear plugs. Beneath her dark pubic bush, her overworked red pussy peeked through.
Jane pulled the plugs out Sarah's ears and screamed, "Sarah!"
Sarah awoke with a start. She snatched the blinders from her eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing. I had a very difficult night."
"Oh! I'll bet you did. Judging from the color of your cunt, I bet you were at Jeffard's again."
Sarah stretched languidly. "You would guess right. What a fucking night. You've got to go with us some time, Jane. I think you'd enjoy it, if you ever loosen up."
"Never mind your sexual escapades, I have a business deal for you."
"That figures, Jane ... all business, no pleasure. Daddy's favorite little businesswoman."
"You remember that trip you wanted to make to Tahiti?"
"Of course. They say the men there have spectacular pricks and equally spectacular lasting power. I want to die there, dicks in every hole."
"Now's your big chance. Daddy is going to give you the trip."
"Who do I have to kill?"
"You don't have to kill. Just do what you do best ... "
"Fuck?"
"What else?"
"Who or should I ask whom?"
"Bill Belle."
"The produce mogul?"
"Exactly."
"Give me a break."
"This is for real, Sarah. Daddy has given us the opportunity to run our own agency as long as we bring in the Belle account. He doesn't care how we do it as long as we bring Belle into the fold."
"You mean if I suck Bill Belle's balls, I can go to Tahiti for a year?"
"Although that's not exactly right, it's close."
Sarah picked up her blinders and slipped them over her eyes.
"Just say the word. I am ready." Jane left Sarah to her reveries and went looking for Pat.
"Patricia! Patricia! Where the hell are you."
Jane was half-way up the stairs on her way to Patricia's bedroom when the maid appeared from the sitting room. "Miss Patricia is out back on the lake, Miss Jane."
"Thanks, Tanya I'll find her."
Jane walked to the back of the mansion. The lake was behind a huge timber brake hidden from the prying noses of neighbors and passersby alike. Sarah removed her shoes and began treading along the path leading to the lake.
As she passed the timber brake, she saw Patricia at least she thought it was Patricia. A man was lying on top of her pumping away for dear life.
The pair were so engrossed in their mutual pursuit of pleasure, they didn't hear Jane walk up behind them.
Jane stood over them for a moment watching the young man's red penis slip in and out of her sister's well-prepared pussy. Jane cleared her throat. "Ahem! Would you mind if I cut in."
The startled pair stood up. "Don't do that Jane. You almost scared us to death."
"By the looks of things, you would have died quite happily. Who is your new stud?"
"Jane, this is Phillip. Phillip, this is my big sister Jane. I met Phillip on the train on the way home from school. He made the trip less boring."
"How do you do?" Phillip replied, placing his hands over his gradually shrinking penis.
Jane nodded in his direction.
"How would you like to give up those train rides back to school and ride back in a brand new Winnebago, useful for parties and other sundry devices."
"That would be out of sight."
"Daddy has made us an extraordinary deal. He's going to set us up in the advertising business. All we have to do is bring in Bill Belle's account.
"He's supposed to be difficult, isn't he."
"Very. But if we can pull this off well be set for the rest of our lovin' lives."
"I'm all for it. Count me in."
"Good. You may pick up where you left off."
Jane left the lovers to their devices and headed back to the main house.
She wondered how she would go about interesting the difficult Mr. Belle in advertising. It shouldn't be hard she thought. Every man has his price or piece.
Jane decided she would rate her customers according to how horny they were and how willing they were to advertise.
First, she needed expert advice. She knew just who to call. Taft Thompkins and Jack Seely, two of the finest account execs on the East Coast and good friends also.
Jane hadn't seen Taft and Jack for almost a year. She had affairs with both of them at separate times.
She picked up the telephone and called them and arranged a meeting for the following day at the Sherry-Lars hotel in midtown.
It would be good to see them and talk over old times as well as business. In any case it would be an interesting meeting.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane set aside the papers she was reading to answer the hotel room door. She swung the door open. A tanned, tall man in a gray flannel suit stood there with outstretched arms.
"Jane!" he screeched joyously, "it's so good to see you again."
"Come in, Taft," Jane replied with equal elation. "It has been awhile."
The two embraced and sat down on the couch. Taft held her hand softly and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Well, how has the world been treating you. "
"I can't complain. I'm still with daddy's agency trying my best to make it as the boss's daughter."
"I imagine that's not easy. I bet every male in the firm is after your ass."
"You should know better than anyone that I pick my men. I don't run off with any Tom, Dick or Harry that happens to be interested. I only take the ones I'M attracted to."
"Yes," Taft replied softly, "I remember. Do you remember that weekend at the beach."
"How could I forget. You were grand."
Taft took her by the shoulders and kissed her full on the lips. Their tongues intertwined like dueling snakes.
Jane pulled away from his grasp. "Business before pleasure. Besides, I'm expecting one more person."
"Who's that?" Taft asked wryly.
"You remember Jack Seely?"
"Oh, yeah. He's the one that brought in the Decatron account about six years ago. Didn't you have ... a sort of thing for him?"
"Yes to the first part of the question and none of your business to the second part."
Taft began to reach for Jane again when a knock on the door distracted Jane's attention from Taft's eager lips. "Excuse me."
Taft watched Jane's ample buttocks wriggle across the room. I must have her tonight, he thought, recalling their last interlude.
"Jack! Jack Seely, you under handed bastard, how are you?"
Seely, who was a bit taller than Taft and dressed casually strode past Jane after pecking her lightly on the cheek. "How are you, Taft?" He inquired off-handedly.
"I know how you are, Janey. I heard about your exploits all the way on the coast."
Jane pushed her way between the two men. "OK, fellas. Leave the macho stuff behind and let's get the business out of the way. Later on you guys can compare notes on your respective conquests in the world of advertising."
Jane sat down and explained her father's offer and what had to be done so that she could gain the precious Silver Shadow as well as the other goodies that go along with it.
The briefing took about three hours. Jane made it clear to both men that while this was a venture based upon a whim, the money involved was certainly not to be taken with whimsy.
She presented graphs and charts and generally gave them a professional outline. At the end of the briefing, both men were impressed enough to lend their time and energies to the project.
"Let's drink to it," Taft suggested.
The trio poured champagne and toasted their future success.
After several glasses of bubbly, the tension in the air dissipated and they began to relax.
"Do you know," Taft began, "that Janey and I had a real thing going."
"What's to know?" Jack snapped back. "Your thing couldn't have been anymore serious than OUR thing."
Jane interrupted the two men. "Please don't argue about the past. I think we should think in terms of the future."
She took hold of Jack's hand and began humming a waltz. Although reluctant to display affection before another man and a rival at that Jack held her in his arms rocking back and forth with her.
Taft sat sullenly in a chair watching the two, a slight tinge of jealousy filling his gut.
Jack kissed Jane on her lips and looked into her deep blue eyes.
"You've still got what I need," Jack whispered.
The pair stood in the middle of the hotel room rocking back and forth. Their pretend dancing soon turned into a dry fuck in the middle of the floor. Jane was pressing her hips against Jack's and grinding like the pendulum of a clock.
Jack watched Jane's jelly-like ass swing back and forth. He took several sips of the champagne and approached the couple.
"You know," he said with a slight slur. "I've always loved you, Janey."
"I know, Jack," Jane retorted in a sleepy voice. "And I still love you ... and Jack."
Taft couldn't stand to watch Jane's rippling ass any longer. He pressed his crotch against her ass. He closed his eyes as the warm, soft crack of Jane's ass cupped his growing cock.
He reached around Jane and placed his hands between Jane and Jack. He grabbed a handful of breast and squeezed gently. He pulled Jane's body tightly against him, relishing the supple, exciting movement of Jane's ass against his dick. Before long, the three were breathing heavily and Taft and Jack were making a Jane sandwich between them.
Taft covered Jane's mouth with his and began pushing his tongue down her throat trying to reach the uttermost depths of her mouth.
Jack released Jane's apple sized tits and lifted her dress up. He stood back an inch or two and looked at her large ass as it moved from side to side with the mesmerizing movement of a snake.
He placed his hand against the shaking flesh and rubbed softly in a semicircle. His eyes followed the movement of each half of her ass as it alternately pressed against Jack's groin and then shook convulsively as the sheer ecstasy of feeling a dick in her crotch.
Taft opened his eyes and noticed that Jack was holding Jane's skirt up. "Take off her panties!" he ordered. Jane sighed softly as she heard Taft's words. Sensing that there was no opposition from Jane, Jack found the elastic band of Jan's white, silk panties and gently pulled them down, revealing her smooth beautiful buns.
He took a deep breath as the panties fell to her ankles. Taft slid his hand into the crack of her ass and felt the heat of her body and the moist puckered lump of her anus. He massaged the muscular hole hoping to relax its tightened muscles and ready it for more serious action.
Jane moaned softly as Taft's fingers sought the inside of her anal tract. Her ass was still whipping from side to side in rhythmic accompaniment to Jack's grinding.
As Jane's excitement grew in intensity, her desire for sexual excitement grew with it. Slowly, her sphincter muscles began to relax and Jack's finger found its way into her hot, smelly ass-hole.
As Jack's searching finger slipped easily inside her ass, Jane let out a sigh of pain and pleasure: "Oh, Oh damn it!"
Jack pushed his index finger as far into her ass as he could get it, matching the swaying motion of her buttocks. He attempted to press his middle finger into the hairy hole but it was too much for Jane.
"No! No!" she cried out, pushing Taft away and sitting down heavily on the bed.
Taft and Jack followed her to the bed and sat down beside her one on each side. Taft apologized for his insensitivity and kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't worry about it," she told Taft. "It's just that I haven't had any of that sort of action in a while." She stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor.
She stuck her ass out in front of the two men, who by this time were practically frothing at the mouth.
Jack was the first to act. He pressed his face against her pink ass and stuck his tongue into her anus. The bitter taste and the musty odor inflamed his passion. After a few passionate licks on her anus, he stood up and dropped his pants and began taking off his tie and shirt. Taft pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and eyed the dark patch of pubic hair barely hiding Jane's love crack. While Jack was stripping, Taft opened the lips of her pussy and rubbed his fingers along its wrinkled, sensitive edges.
Jane reached behind her and held Taft's hand and pressed it further into her sopping twat. When she felt his fingers had reached sufficient depth, she dipped her knees and began pumping, holding Taft's hands firm against her burning hole.
Jack was out of his clothes and his enlarged penis was vertical and throbbing.
"Look out!" he ordered pulling Taft's hand out Jan's love tunnel.
He grabbed Jane by the hips and thrust his cock into her rear end, unconcerned with which hole he was aiming for. Although he missed both, he had become so excited he continued to pump while Jane used her hand to guide his dick into her ready twat.
Taft quickly stripped and returned to the fascinating action unfolding before him. He undid Jane's blouse and removed it. Her rounded tits were swinging to and fro with the lurching of Jack's thrusts.
Taft held her sweet tits in his hands and squeezed them softly, rubbing his fingers over her nipples.
Taft gripped his shaking penis in one hand and began to masturbate. Jane's cries of delight were driving him into a frenzy and then she placed her hand around his cock and began to pump Taft's dick in unison.
Jack was slamming his hips against Jane's ass with increasing vigor and speed. As Jane bent over further and further, Taft's dick neared her watering mouth. Within a few strokes, Jane had Taft's dick in her mouth. Taft continued to masturbate, his fist pounding against his groin and Jane's mouth.
His cock was getting hotter.
It felt better all the time.
Jane placed both her hands around his cock and began pumping his dick even faster and harder than Jack's. Between the two men, Jane's body shook and quivered like a subway heading uptown.
Taft had not tasted such excitement in many, many moons. He tried to prevent himself from coming by putting his mind on advertising but the combination of Jane's facile tongue and mouth and her exciting manipulation of his dick proved more than Taft could handle.
He cried out in passion: "Whew! Whew! I think I'm going to come. Oh, lord."
Taft could feel the hot jism spurt from his dick and fill Jane's hungry mouth. Trails of sticky, gooey cum spurted from Jane's mouth and dribbled to the floor.
Taft staggered back, his dick shooting white cum along his leg.
Jack was still pumping away behind Jane.
Her pubic area had become a mass of glistening juices and had begun to ooze down the side of her leg.
Jack continued to jam his tool into her widening pussy. Jane wiped the cum from her mouth and reached between her legs and spread the goo through her hair and against Jack's animated dick.
Before Jack could come, Jane pulled herself away from his dancing prick. She pushed him down on the bed and mounted him, pulling her knees up underneath her. She reached behind her and pressed his stiff dick into her doughnut shaped cunt. As Jack's dick slipped easily into Jane's wet cunt, she began humping up and down with more speed and intensity than most men could muster.
The dark seam of her organs now danced and down as if made of rubber. The sound of her ass beating against Jack's thighs attracted Taft's attention. He was seated in a chair across from the bed. He watched silently as Jane's ass bounced up and down alternately swallowing and releasing Jack's bright red penis.
The hair surrounding her pussy had become so wet that it began to resemble a wet cat's fur.
At first Taft could only watch the two lovers in their mad dash to a climax. But as tingling sensations of arousal began to fill his groin, he found himself enamored by the movement of Jane's gaping ass-hole.
Up and down. Up and down. Slap! Slap! Slap! Jane's ass and pussy were a blur of lusty animation.
Before Taft knew it, his flaccid dick had once again achieved erection and the adrenalin began to flow. He stood up and began fondling his dick, his eyes were still on Jane's bouncing ass.
He moved towards the bed. He was further excited by the couple's breathing. Jane was puffing heavily from the exertion. With each puff she emitted a breathy moan of enjoyment: "Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!"
Unable to stand it any longer he climbed on the bed. He pushed Jack's legs apart and kneeled between them. He gripped Jane by the hips and tried to slow her unbridled movements. Although Jane could feel Taft's grip, she was too near climax to stop.
Taft kneeled down and began licking the copulating couple's organs. His tongue flicked against Jane's anus and slid smoothly against Jane's dick filled pussy and along Jack's dripping dick.
The couple slowed their movements as they felt Taft's tongue massaging and licking their organs. Both of them were groaning with ecstasy. Taft had proved he had an educated tongue. He dug it deep into Jane's anus flexing it up and down, withdrew it from her anus and flicked it rapidly across her perineum before he sent its moist softness between Jane's cunt and Jack's prick and finally he traced the bottom of Jack's prick from the bottom of the shaft to its juncture with Jane's pussy. When he finally had the two almost stationary awaiting the next turn of his tongue, Taft stood up and pressed the enlarged head of his dick against Jane's anus. Although the hole of her ass was gaping it still wasn't wide enough to accommodate the full glory of Taft's erect whang.
Taft leaned his weight against his dick and the head began to disappear within Jane's hairy ass-hole. Taft pulled the cheeks of her ass wider so he could watch his prick disappear into Jane's hungry hole.
As he leaned harder and harder more of the head began to be gobbled up by the darkened sphincter muscles of Jane's hole.
When the head of Taft's dick was almost all the way in, Jane lifted her torso in pain. "Oh, goddamn it," she cried. "Damn your fucking big dick. Arrrgh!"
Taft placed his hand against Jane's back and pushed her down gently and with one last mighty thrust sent head and shaft into Jane's colon. The pain was intense: "EEEEEK!" Jane screamed and attempted to extricate herself from the end of Taft's prick.
But Taft held her down and Jack held her arms. Her struggles to free herself only proved to excite the two men more. Jack raised his hips and began stroking her from underneath while Taft held her tight against his groin and rolled his hips from left to right. He refused to stroke her ass. He wasn't taking any chances with his hard cock. He didn't want to slip out of the golden ring after having so much trouble entering it.
It was fortunate that they had chosen a room with plush carpeting and curtains. The room adornments served as a sound buffer and Jane's screams were absorbed by the multitude of fabrics.
"NOOO!" she screamed as the men continued to ram their organs into her orifices.
She began to struggle fiercely to relieve herself of the pain and simultaneously increase her pleasure.
But the more she struggled, the more excited the men became. Her screams seemed to heighten their sexuality and they surged against her sore, reddening organs with increasing violence.
She attempted to free herself by pressing against the bed and rolling on her side. Her efforts were to no avail as the two men simply slid over with her and continued ramming their penises into her tunnels. The three of them were lying on their sides.
Jane's ploy was almost successful. Jack's dick slid out of her cum-filled cunt with a gaseous "Poot!"
But before she could rid her ass of Taft's deeply embedded member, Jack swung her legs over his shoulder and shoved his dick between the gaping lips of her besieged pussy.
Although in pain, Jane could feel the two dicks inside her rubbing against each other. As she concentrated more and more on the feel of the two penises inside her, she became less and less aware of the pain.
It was starting to feel good.
After a few more strokes, she was able to enjoy the two men more without concentrating on the pain of her stretched anus.
"Turn over!" she demanded through her tightly clenched teeth.
The trio turned over and resumed their original position. This time Jane pointed her ass skyward and told Taft to stroke her, "I can take it" she breathed.
Now she was sure of it.
Taft and Jack began plunging their cocks into her with abandon. Jane knelt perfectly still as the two men gyrated, stroked and rammed Jane's dripping organs.
"I want you to come together," she ordered breathlessly. "Can you do it? I want to feel your hot sperm in my ass and pussy the same time. Please."
The dual rhythms of bodies meeting in sexual partnership filled their minds and ears. "Thump! Slap! Thump! Slap! Thump! Thump! Slap!"
Finally, Jack cried out, "I can't hold it any longer. I'm going to let loose. I'm going to let loose."
"Wait for Taft, lover," Jane crooned. "Come on, Taft. This is it."
Taft increased his tempo. He was almost out of breath. "Okay," he puffed, "I'm (puff, puff) almost (cough!) ready."
The pounding lasted a few seconds more, then, simultaneously, Taft and Jack dug their nails into Jane's skin. "This is it! This is it!" Jack cried, and the two men embraced Jane with the strength born of lust. They squeezed her with such power Jane could barely catch her breath.
Finally, with cum flowing from her ass and cunt, she removed herself from between the pair. She lay on her side and watched them as they caught their wind.
"I must admit that this is the first time I ever had a climax like that," Jack said. "I thought I was going to pass out. My fucking dick feels like it was in a meat grinder."
"This isn't the first time I've participated in multiple sex, but it's sure the first time I ever came and saw stars at the same time. God! that was good. Jane, Jack ... we've got to do this again and soon."
"I agree," Jane chimed, "but we're not going to do it today. My ass is sore as hell. And I'm not going to take anymore dicks today. Besides, we've got business to take care of."
"Oh, yeah," Jack mumbled.
The two men lay on the bed, droplets of cum were still dripping from their cocks. They watched Jane cross the room to gather her clothing. As she bent over to retrieve her stockings and shoes, they could see a big glob of cum in the middle of her ass.
She produced a tissue from her purse and wiped her ass with it and tossed it into a nearby garbage can. She lifted her leg to step into her clothes and a long gooey stream of cum oozed from her beet-red cunt.
"Damn!" Jack and Taft said at the same time.
Jane left the two men to their own devices. She left the hotel and grabbed a cab uptown. She met with her father at his office and finalized the details of their deal.
"Do you have some idea of how you're going to land the Belle account?" Bennington asked.
"I sure do, Daddy, but it will have to remain my secret for the time being."
"That's understandable. We're competitors now."
"I can tell you that I've hired two excellent salesmen to provide back up. They'll bring in smaller accounts while Sarah and I concentrate on roping Belle. By the way, I've found office space on 43rd. I've ordered furniture and we're ready to move in and begin beating the world."
"Good! I've placed the money you need in your personal account ... but keep in mind that this is seed money. There won't be another dime unless you earn it."
"I understand. Do you have any tips you might want to pass along before I jump head long into this."
Bennington cocked his finger and beckoned her behind his desk. Dutifully, Jane went around the desk and sat on her father's lap, a place she had loved since she was a child.
"Honey, I didn't want to tell you this. But this whole thing is more than a bet. The agency is in financial trouble. We lost a couple of important clients recently, as well as those accounts last year and it's left Bennington, Bennington and Boles in financial difficulty.'
"Why didn't you tell me before, Daddy?"
"It's not something I wanted you to worry about. It doesn't affect our personal wealth, but the livelihoods of hundreds of employees will rest on your abilities."
"So, your little ploy wasn't an aimless exercise in advertising sales for your daughters."
"No, honey. This is for the solvency of our firm."
"But why don't you go after the account yourself."
"Belle hates me. Years ago, his wife and I were lovers. He's never forgiven me for being first aboard his wife."
"But I'm you're daughter. Won't he feel the same way about me. After all I'm a member of the family. He'll recognize the name."
"I'm counting on it. I'm counting on Belle's desire for revenge. That's the key. If he thinks he's getting back at me, he'll do just about anything. You must keep that in mind in your dealings with him."
Jane leaned her head on her father's shoulder. She ran her fingers through her father's silver-gray hair. "Don't worry, Daddy. I know what to do. Your girls won't let you down."
Jane rubbed her sore ass against her father's crotch. "Don't worry, I know what to do. Belle doesn't stand a chance."
"Don't be too sure. Belle is one mean customer. You'll see."
Jane stood up and smoothed her dress. "I've got to get going and get everything ready. I can't trust Sarah and Pat to do anything."
Jane kissed Bennington hard on the lips. "See you in the funny papers."
Jane hailed a cab and headed for the furniture store. Halfway there she remembered that the phone man was due to put in the phones that day. Someone had to be in the office to meet him.
She told the cabby to stop near a phone. She hopped out and called Sarah. She told her to make sure that she was at the new office to meet the phone man. No excuses just be there.
Sarah hung up the phone. The nerve, she thought. Asking me to wait at the office for a phone man. Couldn't she find a flunky to take care of those little things. God! She thought about the possibility of visiting Tahiti and decided she would go and be on time to boot.
Something she hardly ever did.
Sarah dressed quickly, eschewing undergarments as usual. Jane had left a key to the office on the dining room table. She placed it in her purse and stood aside to await the cab.
I suppose, she thought, that one must make sacrifices in life in order to get one's wants. But I'm a college graduate she mused. I shouldn't have to play lackey to a phone company repairman. Oh well, she thought, anything for a round trip to Tahiti.
Sarah hopped into the cab and headed for the city. Truly she thought as the cab, headed for downtown Manhattan, boredom was the world's greatest form of torture, this, she figured, would be one of those torturous days.
She paid the cab driver and looked up at the building. It wasn't as well-appointed as daddy's building but she supposed it would do.
She took the elevator to the 16th floor and unlocked the office. "How depressing," she _whispered to herself perusing the empty, lonely office.
The place looked bleak.
The office was bare except for carpeting and drapes. It was large enough to accommodate a sizable complement of employees and shaped in such a manner as to make it possible to decorate it decently.
Oh well, she said leaning against a wall, I suppose I'll have to wait on this phone man standing up. There isn't a chair in the place-and I'm not going to sit on the floor. She emitted a deep sigh.
Fortunately, within minutes of her arrival, there was a knock on the door. She rushed to the door, praying that it was the phone man and that he wouldn't take the entire afternoon to install the phones.
She opened the door and was slightly taken aback by the gentleman standing in front of her. he looked nothing like the average repairman. He was handsome to a fault, tall, muscular and had a pair of haunches any woman could love. Sarah stuttered a greeting, "Er ... hello ... are you the uh ... bone man ... I mean phone man?"
"What do you think these tools are for, lady? Whadya think. I'm a free lance fix it man?"
Sarah opened the door and allowed the phone man in. A surly one she thought.
"Don't you want to see my ID, lady? It's better to be safe, you know."
Sarah was taken aback by the man's abrasive persona but, alas, still being fairly young she decided to match his abrasiveness with her own.
"Yes, I would like to see your ID," She being fairly young, she decided to match his abrasiveness with her own.
"Yes, I would like to see your ID," she barked. "One can never tell what sort of reprobate will attempt to enter your premises."
"Not only that, "Lady, you can never tell what sort of rotten customers you might run into."
Sarah wanted to retort with something witty and telling but she couldn't think of anything right off the top of her head. Instead she perused the man's ID card. His name was Robert Allan, card number 4457.
"Here's your ID card back, Robert."
"Mr. Allan, lady. You don't know me well enough to call me Robert."
Sarah's cheeks flushed with anger. "How dare..."
Before she could begin chewing him out properly, he interrupted her. "Where do you want me to start, lady."
"You can start in the receptionist's area. And don't call me lady."
"What do you want me to call you, lady?"
"Mrs. Bennington."
"OK"
"OK, what?"
"OK, I'll start in the receptionist's area." Sarah followed the burly man into the next room.
"I don't need any help, Mrs. Bernington."
"I have no intention of helping you. The name is Bennington."
She watched him as he set his tools in the middle of the floor and began looking for outlets. He was on his hands and knees searching the edge of the floor. Sarah couldn't help admiring his buns which were well-rounded and ample. His tight jeans accentuated his better areas.
He noticed her noticing him. "What's the matter, Miss Banninton, didn't you ever see a man's behind before?"
"Damn it!" she spat, "the name is Bennington. BENING-TON. Yes, I've seen a man's behind before."
"I'll bet you have, Miss Benton."
"I'm going to report you to your office if you continue to corrupt my name."
"Who me? I can't corrupt anybody's name. They've got to do that themselves."
Sarah found the man absolutely exasperating. But she couldn't help watching him. She stood in the middle of the floor with her legs apart and her arms folded. The phone man ignored her and continued working. She just had to fix this brash proletarian.
She stood by the window and placed her foot on the sill, revealing enough bare flesh to tempt a saint. The repairman looked up momentarily and then continued to cut and trim wires.
Sarah couldn't believe that this urban gorilla was ignoring her. She pretended to smooth her stocking and drew her skirt almost to her pussy. If this doesn't get him, she thought, nothing will.
The repairman couldn't help noticing her shapely legs and full thighs highlighted by the sunlight streaming through the window. He looked, winked and went about cutting and splicing wires.
Sarah was livid. She wanted revenge and she wanted it now.
The repairman was no fool as Sarah was soon to find out.
He too could play the game. He stood up and pretended that his pants had gotten caught in his crotch. He took a thick paw and placed it into his crotch and pulled at his pants, not neglecting to make sure that Sarah saw him take hold of a large wad in his pants.
Then he sat down facing her with his legs wide apart. The tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. There was a large long bulge that ran down the inside of his thigh.
Sarah was practically transfixed by the sight. She paced the floor and pretended to look out the window. The ploy didn't work. She continued to watch his every movement.
Suddenly he stood up and walked towards her. He stood directly in front of her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. Well, she huffed silently, if he thinks he's going to apologize and get on my good side, he's sadly mistaken.
"Excuse me, Miss Barrington, you're standing on a wire."
"Bennington! BENNINGTON!! Can't you say my name properly, you stupid ape?"
The repairman assumed a look of deep hurt. "I'm sorry Miss ... Ben-ning-ton ... I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm not upset, damn you."
"If you're not upset, then why are you yelling?"
Sarah bowed her head in angered shame. "I'm sorry, Rob ... I mean Mr. Allan. It's just one of those days.", "I understand. Call me Robert, Mrs. Bennington."
"It's Miss. I'm not married."
"You mean a beautiful woman like you is still loose?"
"By choice, if you please."
The repairman began pulling wire from underneath the carpeting. As he snaked the wire around his arm he moved along the wall of the room. In his eagerness to rip up the wire he tangled Sarah's ankle in the wire.
His zeal in extricating Sarah's ankle from the wire proved fruitless. And Sarah's ankle became more entangled.
"I'm sorry about this, Miss Barrington. Ordinarily I'm not this clumsy. Here, let me help you."
His strong, thick fingers embraced Sarah's ankle. Sarah was aroused by the virile man's touch. "Please, call me Sarah."
"okay, Sarah. Call me Robert. Say, could you lift your leg just a bit?"
Without thinking, Sarah lifted her leg revealing to the unsuspecting repairman her bare twat. The repairman almost had a heart attack.
"I ... I er ... you could put your leg down now ... Sarah. The wire is free."
As Robert rose from his kneeling position his wire cutter caught Sara's dress and it pulled up to her waist.
"Will you be careful," she shouted, trying to pull her dress down without success.
"I'm sorry!" the raven-haired repairman blurted, an element of true apology in his voice. He knew that this could be misconstrued and his job could be on the line.
"I find it hard to believe that you're the same confident person who walked in the door just scant minutes ago. I think you're doing this on purpose. Why if I weren't a forgiving person I might think that this was a rape attempt."
"No, Mrs. Bennington, I mean, Sarah. I just caught a case of the clumsies."
"Well if that's so, then you won't mind making up for it."
Robert looked sideways at her. "What do you want me to do to make up for it? I'm not doing any free wiring or installing any illegal phones. I could loose my job for that just as easily as I could for this ... "
"You're thinking like a company man again. Come here. Closer.
"You really think you're something."
"No ... I ... "
"Yeah, tell me all about how you're just a hard working stiff trying to support his wife and children."
"I'm not married."
"Good. Then this will be a good lesson for when you do get married."
The repairman looked puzzled.
Sarah picked up several lengths of wire. "Come here," she commanded.
Robert walked towards her slowly, wondering what the length of wire was for.
"Kneel down," she ordered.
"Listen, Sarah ... I don't know what you have in mind ... "
"You're gonna see what I have in mind. Kneel down, Goddam it! Kneel the fuck down."
Robert stared at Sarah's flaming brown eyes. He could see anger, hurt ... and a lust for revenge.
He knelt down slowly, watching the length of wire in Sarah's hand. Once on his knees, he found his face directly in front of Sarah's split.
"Now you smart ass son of a bitch. We're going to see just what a big bad guy you are."
Sarah lifted the front of her dress and tucked the edge in her bosom. "Suck, you fuck."
"Listen, Sarah, I ... "
"You nothing. Suck. Suck or I'll claim you raped me."
"This is vicious, Sarah. It's not right."
Sarah took the length of wire and slapped it across Robert's back.
"Suck! She screamed it at the top of her voice. "Suck my clit!"
Robert bent forward slightly. He could smell the sweet musty odor of cunt. Before he could get his mouth seriously involved in Sarah's sweet twat, however, Sarah grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards her crotch.
The coarse kinky hairs of her pubic bush surrounded his face, her moist wet lips pushed up against his mouth, and his tongue tasted the salty juices from deep within the luxurious folds of her body.
Robert almost smothered in Sarah's seething bush.
"MMph!" he uttered in an attempt to express his displeasure with Sarah's overbearing desire.
Sarah held his head hard against her twat, She could feel his breath and the movement of his lips in his efforts to protest his treatment. What she couldn't feel was his wet tongue inside her equally wet hole.
"Stick your tongue in it," she demanded. Her tone had softened, but the force of her arms hadn't.
Robert suck his tongue out tentatively, hoping against hope that a few good licks of the tongue would appease her. Her cunt was hot and damp and, in a matter of speaking, it was sweet.
This was a sweet cunt, Robert thought it was soft, supple and smooth, unlike some of the women he had had. Some of those cunts, Robert thought, were like sandpaper doilies rolled up between a woman's legs.
This one, however, was like the pussies you see in the X-rated fuck flicks. It had a beauty of its own, and he appreciated the smooth texture of the lips.
He pushed his tongue deeper into the widening gap. The bland taste of pussy juice ignited his senses. He placed his arm around Sarah's waist and pulled her tight.
"That's it." she moaned softly. "That's it!"
Sarah's admonitions inflamed his desire and his tongue flew through the furry barrier and deep into her dripping tunnel.
"MMMM!" Sarah exclaimed, dipping her knees to make her cunt more accessible to Robert's tongue. "By George! you've got it."
Robert allowed his tongue to circle the inside of Sarah's vagina. Saliva began to run down the inside of Sarah's leg and down Robert's mouth.
Sarah took her free hand and smeared the juices across Robert's face.
"How does this feel," she meowed, "How-does this feel, Mr. Wise Guy?"
Robert wanted to reply with something clever, but his mouth was otherwise preoccupied by Sarah's widening gap.
Sarah spread her legs slightly, she lifted her legs and draped them over Robert's shoulders, thus revealing more of her gap for his flying tongue.
Roberts grabbed her legs and held them fast against his shoulders. He was sure that he could do a good job on this pussy. It was a willing one.
Sarah watched as Robert licked her labia majoris like a cat licking milk.
"Lap it," she commanded. "Lick it!"
Robert was not a newcomer to this action. He knew the portions of the female anatomy that would make this event one Sarah wouldn't forget. He moved the skin away from Sarah's full clit, exposing its full glory. His dripping tongue attacked her naked clitoris and whipped up and down and side to side.
Sarah responded with a sensuous cry of joy: "Hey! Oh, you shouldn't..."
Each flick of Robert's tongue sent shivers through Sarah's groin. After a few seconds, she began to rotate her hips forward and backward, slamming her clit against Robert's outstretched tongue.
She dropped the length of wire she hand intended to punish Robert with. Instead she wrapped both hands around his head and held him tightly against her swollen clit. Her growing clit whipped against Robert's tongue with increasing speed and intensity.
It had only been a minutes, yet she could feel a tingling sensation running up and down her thighs and legs. She was going to climax. But this was too good a thing to bring to a stop so suddenly.
She tried to pull Robert away from her salvia-covered cunt. She grabbed a fist full of his hair at the back of his head and pulled as hard as she could.
Robert lurched back, but by sheer strength, he was able to force his sensuous tongue back into her excited groin.
"Robert!" Sarah pleaded. "Please. It's so good I don't want to come right away."
The shoe is on the other foot, Robert thought holding her buttocks and legs in a tight, unyielding grip. Now, you'll have to do the begging.
Sarah didn't want to come. At least not this quickly. She wanted to enjoy this masterful sucking as long as possible, but God love him, she couldn't get Robert's tongue away from her tender clit.
"Robert! Robert! Please stop for a minute. GOOH! You're going to make me come."
That's the idea, Robert mused, for you to come. That's why I'm on my knees licking your cunt for all I'm worth. So that you'll come. I'm not letting this bitch go until she comes, Robert vowed silently.
"Robert. Oh! Robert. I can't stand on one leg much longer. Why don't you let me lay down?"
Robert could relate to this, If Sarah was uncomfortable in her position then by all means she should be made to feel at ease. He withdrew his tongue and relaxed his grip on her ass and leg. Her foot fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Thank God! I was about to come."
"I thought you were uncomfortable," Robert said.
"I was. But I was on the verge of coming, and I'll perform some more. "I want you to perform some more too. I really and truly want some more of that magic you do with your tongue. But I need a break just until the tingling subsides."
"No breaks!" Robert blurted. "You blackmailed me into sucking your cunt. Now you want to dictate when and how it gets licked. No breaks, babe."
Robert moved quickly and silently across the carpeted floor. Sarah backed up. She back pedaled until her back was against a wall. Robert followed. Sarah placed her hands against Robert's chest as he tried to embrace her.
"No!" she snapped. "I want it but can't you be patient."
"No. I can't be patient. I guess you thought you were shaming me or demeaning me. But you're wrong. I like sucking pussy. I like the feel of your lips around my tongue and teeth. You haven't felt my teeth yet, I like sucking a pussy until it swells up like a balloon. I like the way a woman squeezes her legs around my neck when she comes. I like the smell of cunt. Baby, you're gonna get your pussy sucked and you're going to like it."
Sarah tried to push the hulking repairman away from her but his passion and desire and sheer physical strength proved formidable and she gave in to his advances.
Robert fell to his knees like a hundred pound sack of potatoes and buried his face in her muff. He spread her knees and forced his head upwards into her twat. His tongue once again found the golden doughnut he so badly craved.
Sarah placed her hands against the wall. There was no need to hold Robert's head. The power of lust was more than enough to provide the necessary pressure on her clit.
Robert's tongue sought out the jelly-bean sized clit and frenzedly manipulated it with lashing, wet slaps of his tongue.
Sarah's legs began to quake with the rising sensation of climax. She bent her knees and thrust her pelvis forward, placing the full glory of her vagina before Robert's gaping mouth.
Robert devoured the entire organ with his open mouth. From clit to hole, Robert's mouth completely covered Sarah's pussy while his tongue performed pirouettes on her pulsing clit.
Robert felt Sarah's thighs quiver as he twiddled her clitoris with his tongue. She's about to come, he thought, as her thighs convulsed and shook. He waited until she was in full climax before he gave her his parting coup de grace.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sarah exclaimed as groin, clit and vagina filled with the ultimate sensation.
As Sarah's thighs clamped firmly around Robert's head, Robert gripped her clit with his teeth and bit firmly but tenderly.
Sarah screamed in ecstasy and pain: "You fuck. You bastard. You dirty, fuckin' bastard."
Robert released her clit and sat on the floor in front of Sarah.
Sarah sat heavily onto the carpeted floor and she lay on her side clutching her stimulated, abused clit.
"Damn you!" she spat. "That hurt."
"But you liked it, huh?"
Sarah lay on the carpet rubbing her insulted clitoris. She had come. But this was the first time she had a multiple orgasm in the space of several seconds. It had been glorious. But she wasn't going to let the ape man know it.
"It was OK, I guess," she sighed sitting up. She pulled the edge of her skirt over her blood red twat. "I've had better, believe me."
She was lying.
"Sure you have." Robert said derisively. "Every man you've ever had sucked your pussy and bit your clit ... want to tell me another one?"
Robert stood up and looked around the empty room for his wire cutters and the length of wire he had been working on.
Sarah looked up at the burly form lurking above her. I must have him again, she thought. She watched his sizable buttocks wiggle as he searched the room for his tools and work.
I want him bad, Sarah thought, but getting this bear in the bed was going to prove difficult. This was one of those guys with a mind of his own. This was a rare fellow, Sarah mused. One that didn't think with his dick.
Robert found his wire cutters and began trimming and laying wire. He was humming.
Sarah didn't know what he was humming. It sounded like "Beat It" or maybe it was "Eat It."
Sarah got to her feet and smoothed her clothing She sauntered across the room and searched for a lavatory. She found it and proceeded to wipe her cunt dry of saliva and her own juices. She looked at her face in the mirror. She reapplied her makeup and dabbed on some lip gloss.
She looked at the face in the mirror. There you go again, Sarah, she told the image. You made fierce love to a man and he didn't even kiss you. This is not good Sarah, old girl. You've got to put more love and romance in your life.
Her immediate problem, however, seemed to be convincing Robert to go to bed with her one more time. This time to go all the way: cock in pussy, mouth on dick, the works. She wondered how his cock looked. Judging by what she had seen beneath his pants, it was a tool of decent proportions. One that a woman could glean satisfaction from. One that could fuck the living shit out of her, the undeniable dream of every woman: One good, old fashioned, sweat-producing marathon fuck.
Sarah smiled at the image staring back at her. It's true, she whispered to the reflecting glass, a good man is hard to find and a hard man is even harder to find.
Robert was connecting phones and laying them where he thought they were going to be placed.
Sarah returned from the lavatory and decided that perhaps the best way to catch flies was with honey.
"I'm sorry about the way I acted, Robert. I was just being spoiled and difficult. I really did enjoy our little encounter. But please don't be so rough next time."
"Next time?" Robert retorted. "What next time? What on earth makes you thing there'll be a next time?"
"Why not?"
"Because spoiled brats like you don't excite me. You thought you were humiliating me but all you did was give a little bit of enjoyment during my ordinarily boring job. If you think that qualifies you for another romp in the sack, forget it."
"But, Robert, I didn't mean those things I said. I didn't even mean those things I did-except for the licking."
"I don't care ... no bets."
"Please Robert. Pretty please."
Sarah used her most alluring baby voice to try to win Robert's favor. Finally, he relented some and softened his attitude.
"You're a beautiful woman. Why do you make yourself ugly by doing things to make other people dislike you. Money doesn't make you anyone's master only their boss."
"I know," Sarah said softly, placing her hand behind the nape of Robert's neck. She rubbed his neck softly and tenderly.
"I just want us to be friends and have a little fun."
"That's alright in my book but just remember that I'm not a toy, a fool or a buffoon that you can use like a dildo. If you remember that, I think we can get along OK."
"That's good," Sarah said and kissed him full on the lips.
Robert went back to his work after giving Sarah his phone number and address.
Sarah put it in her little black book and went back into the other room to allow Robert to continue his work unmolested and she meant unmolested.
Robert had connected one of the phones in the office Sarah was sitting in. She picked up the spanking new phone and dialed.
"Hello, Patricia? This is your big sister Sarah. Why aren't you down here for the fun and games. The phone man is putting in phones. That should make you feel right at home. I'll be waiting for you."
CHAPTER FIVE
Patricia hung up the phone and went into the bathroom. She washed found a pair of cut-off jeans and a tube top and slipped into them. Her youthful, full breasts pressed against the tube top like two balloons.
The cut-off jeans stuck in her crotch like paint on a fence.
Although she might be considered fully dressed, the point was debatable in some states. She skipped down the long stairway leading to the driveway.
Phillip was sitting on a bench in the garden. He saw Pat heading for the front door and leapt to his feet. "Where are you going?" he asked petulantly.
"To work," she replied equally as petulantly.
"Can I go?" he asked in puppy dog fashion.
"Phillip. Phillip. Phillip. You know you can't go to work with me. I'll see you when I get home."
Phillip slinked back to his seat in the garden, angry and hurt at the same time. He watched Pat jump into a cab and head for the city. He had wanted to be with her at all times. He was in love. It didn't matter that she might not care that much for him and that she was too young to become serious about anyone. He was willing to wait. In the meantime it still hurt.
Pat paid the cab driver and entered the office building. The elevator lifted her to the 16th floor. She got off and searched about for a door sign that should have said, "Magenta Adverting and Public Relations."
She wandered about the hall for a few moments when she saw a large heavy set man step into the hallway from an office. He lingered in the door for a few moments. Pat walked a few steps hoping he might know where the new office was. As she approached she saw Sarah rubbing his crotch and kissing him somewhat passionately on the lips.
This must be the place, she thought.
"Now I see what all the fun and games were about," she said slyly approaching the pair.
Sarah removed her tongue from Robert's throat and introduced him. "Robert, this is my very little sister Patricia. Patricia, this is Robert. Hands off!"
"By the looks of things, he's already been manhandled or should I say in this instance, woman-handled."
'That's enough, you little slut ... "
Robert cut her off in mid-sentence. "Take it easy, Sarah. That's no way to talk to your sister."
"Why not," Pat replied. "I am a slut and so is she."
"Why I ought to slap your little pale face-except I think you'd like it."
Robert spun on his heels. "Women," he whispered under his breath and headed for the elevator.
"Don't forget our date," Sarah called to him as he disappeared into the elevator.
"I won ... " The elevator door cut off
Robert's parting words.
"There, see what you've done."
"Looks like it's what you've done that's a problem."
"Get in here you little cunt. It's your turn to wait for these workmen. I've got things to do."
"I'll bet," Patricia laughed.
Patricia walked into the all but empty office. She looked around.
"There's nothing here but phones," she told Sarah.
"That should make you feel right at home. You spend half your life on the telephone. The other half ... "
"Now don't be cruel, sister dear."
"Anyway, I waited for the phone man, now it's your turn to wait for the furniture delivery."
Patricia set her bag on the floor near one of the telephones. "And did the telephone man come?" she asked Sarah.
Unthinkingly, Sarah began to answer her. "Of course, he came can't you see the tele ... " Pat's attempt at irony finally struck Sarah. "Oh, that's a real howler. That was real funny."
Sarah opened the door and was about to leave. "By the way, sister dearest, he didn't come but he will."
Pat giggled as the door closed behind Sarah.
Sarah was such a horny cunt. But she always tried to pretend that she was helping someone with a problem or taking them to a party. All she ever wanted to do was fuck. Pat had no such subterfuges. If fucking was what she wanted, she was woman enough to say so.
She paced around the office looking out of the windows and inspecting the individual offices. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all. She envisioned having tons of fun in this oversized play room. She opened the door to one of the bathrooms and peeked in.
Here, she thought, was the most important room in the office. Everyone had to go here eventually. While she was looking over the receptacles she thought she heard the strained conversation of several men. She closed the lavatory door and went to the front door of the office. Behind the door, she could hear the muffled voices and grunts and groans.
She was startled by a healthy knock on the door.
She opened the door. Two sweating, overalled men were standing in front of her leaning against a desk and holding what appeared to be yellow invoice slips.
"Is dis here the offices of 'Magenta Advertising and Pubic Relations?"
Pat eyed the swarthy, short man for a moment. "Yes, this is 'Magenta Advertising and PUBLIC not pubic Relations."
"okay, Willy, this is the office. Let's cart the crap in."
The two men pushed past Pat and entered the office dragging several chairs. "Where do you want them, Ma'am?"
Pat had never been called 'Ma'am' before and she found the title this side of insulting.
She was too young for it.
"I'm not really sure where any of this stuff goes so you'll have to use your judgment."
"Did you hear that Ralphy, boy" said the short swarthy man, "we have to use our judgment."
Ralphy, the short man's sidekick, didn't answer. He just sort of smiled and went about his business. He was a powerfully built, aging black man with salt and pepper hair. He seemed to be the type that did his job and went home at night to forget the day's cruelty.
"Listen, Ma'am," the swarthy one offered, "If we use our judgment, we could stack all of this crap in one room. So, if I was you missy I'd use my judgment."
"Alright, put the swivel chairs and plastic chairs in the waiting rooms and put the padded chairs inside the offices. Do you think you can manage to put a desk in each office also?"
"That's more like it, Ma'am. Ralphy, grab those chairs and put them in the other room ... and where the hell is David with the typewriters. I swear the freakin' kid is useless. Four years of college and he can't even carry a typewriter. Jeez!"
Pat watched the two men maneuver the furniture through the office on dollies. The pair were like Mutt and Jeff. The boss-she knew he was the boss because he was chomping on an ugly cigar was short dark and ugly. His helper, Ralph, was tall, black and quiet. He chewed gum to ease the tension.
While she was intently watching the pair go through their act, a young, handsome fellow carrying a typewriter under each arm walked in.
Sparks flew when their eyes met. He stood in the doorway staring at Pat's full bosom and long, sensuous legs. For a brief moment, they stared at each other.
"There you are," said the boss. "Where the hell were you?"
"You told me to park the van, Pop. So I parked it."
"Excuse me, Miss, this here's my son Dave. Say hello to the lady."
"Hello." His voice seemed to come form the depths of his being. There was a sense of shyness and bravado in the young man's voice.
"Dave here is a college man. Graduated this year. Wants to do something in physiques."
"That's physics, Pop. Physics."
"'Yeah! That's what I said, Physiques. He wants to be a nuclear editor."
"Nuclear engineer, Pop. Nuclear."
"OK, engineer. See if you can engineer those typewriters on top of some desks."
Pat felt sorry for Dave. His father seemed to be one of those unfeeling urban dolts who measure everything in terms of franks and beans.
The afternoon wore on and the bare room began to look more and more like an office as more and more furniture filled the open spaces.
By late afternoon, most if not all of the furniture had been moved in. Dave was still bringing up furniture when his father decided to call it quits.
"There's only a few more pieces left in the van. Dave can bring that stuff up. Me, I'm calling it a day. What do you say, Ralphy?"
Ralph smiled and headed for the door.
"Hey! Dave. Be sure to park the van behind the office tonight. I don't want those bastards in the neighborhood fooling with the truck."
"Yeah, Pop. I'll park it in the rear," Dave replied wearily.
Dave and Pat had been eyeing each other all afternoon. Both of them felt relieved by the exit of Dave's father and his silent helper, Ralph.
Dave laid one of the typewriters near a desk Pat was sitting at.
"Excuse me," he said.
"It's alright, go right ahead.
"Your dad is awful tough on you. How do you stand it?"
"Ah! Dad's okay. You just have to understand him. He didn't have an education but he's worked hard for years to make sure his kids got one."
"Is that why he's so defensive."
"Sort of. I think he just doesn't understand what I want to do with my education."
"You want to be a nuclear engineer. I think that's what I heard you say."
"That's right. But what Dad doesn't understand is that one day I'll make a good living but right now I have to take what I can get until something opens up for me."
"At least you know what you want. I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate."
"You know, I thought this was your regular job. I didn't know you were a student."
"Yeah. I'm a liberal arts major. That means that I don't know what the hell I'm going to do after school."
"You pop's rich, isn't he?"
"I suppose you could say that. Well-off would be a better description."
"You live in Jersey."
"No, Westchester."
"You're lucky. We live in the Bronx."
Dave's gaze followed Pat's long, sumptuous limbs from the ankles to her smooth, full thighs. Pat watched his eyes tracing the form of her limbs, exploring her Y.
She stood up and bent over to look at the typewriter. Dave was sitting on the desk next to the typewriter. He eyed her plump buns as she bent over. Her huge breasts strained the elastic of the tube top.
"I bet you have no trouble getting dates at your school?" Dave said, watching her boobs strain against the poor tube top.
"What dates. I go to an all female school. I get so horny sometimes I have to dork myself with a dildo."
Dave blushed. He hadn't heard a woman use that kind of language before. In fact, he had never even heard his father use language like that. He felt a slight tingling between his legs.
"Do you ... I mean, are you ... you know."
"You mean do I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah."
"Certainly. I've got several. But that wouldn't prevent me from going out with a guy who was decent and appreciated a good time."
Pat sensed that Dave was looking for some action but just didn't have the savior faire to ask her out for a date. He needed some prodding.
Pat straightened up and positioned herself between Dave's open legs. She looked into his eyes and fingered the buttons on his shirt.
Dave winced as Pat's thick thighs forced themselves between his legs.
"Would you like to take me out?" she inquired softly.
Dave swallowed hard. "Sure."
"But we've just met. How do I know if we're going to have a good date." Dave's zeal began to manifest itself. "I'm not rich, but we could go to a rock concert or a show or . . .or
"That's not what I mean, David. Anybody can do those things. I'm talking about how good you are in the sack."
Dave's mouth opened and shut but nothing came out.
"I mean for all I know, you might be one of those premature ejaculators. You know. I pull my pants down and you come all over everything but my pussy."
Dave was flushed. His mouth had gone dry and his dick was beginning to strain against his work pants.
"Do you know how to kiss?"
Dave's lips moved but no sound came out.
"I guess I'll have to find out for myself."
She pressed her lips against Dave's in a long lingering kiss. Her tongue flitted around Dave's mouth before diving deep into his throat. He almost gagged.
"I know you can do better than that."
She kissed him again. This time their tongues entwined and waltzed in a saliva lubricated dance hall.
Pat was aroused by Dave's romantic naivete. She could tell he was inexperienced. The challenge was too much to resist. She touched him softly on the inside of his thigh, massaging slowly and deliberately.
Dave pulled her close against him. His tongue reached deep into her throat. Pat leaned her head back so she could accept his passionate delving into the recesses of her mouth.
His breathing increased, each breath coming short and quick.
Pat reached behind her and took his hands from her back and moved them down to her ass.
Dave emitted a muffled, "Ummph!" as his sweating palms gripped the supple flesh of Pat's lovely ass.
He edged a little off the desk so his growing prick could feel her body against it. For Dave, who had spent a good part of his adolescence studying physics, this was a dream devoutly to be wished.
He puffed and huffed with the passion of the moment. His excited state in turn excited Pat. She grabbed his belt and tried to undo it. But it was too tight around his waist and she couldn't get the damned thing to unloosen.
"Pull your pants down," she told him.
Pat stepped back as Dave got off the desk and stood on the floor. He unbuckled the belt and opened his pants. His eyes were closed as he grabbed his pants and underwear in both hands and pulled them down.
Pat looked down at his swollen cock. Tiny droplets of cum were dripping from the head of his dick. It seemed to have a pulse beat of its own, wagging in a regular rhythm.
Pat took his hot cock in her hand and stroked it gently. Very gently. Dave couldn't stand much more than that. He was on the verge of shooting his load all over the place. His legs were shaking and his closed eyelids were fluttering.
"You're going to come with very little prodding. I can see that.
"What do you want me to do? You want to fuck me?"
He shook his head affirmatively. Pat's educated hand could feel a climax nearing. She knew Dave would never get his dick into her cunt. In fact, she couldn't get out of her tight denims before Dave spread his juices on the floor.
Quick action was needed if the two of them were to enjoy this intense moment.
Pat knelt down and softly cupped her mouth around Dave's cock.
Pat's experience didn't fail her. No sooner than she had her mouth around his bulging prick than he unleashed a huge load of cum into her mouth.
Dave's ejaculation was so forceful and overwhelming, Pat almost choked.
The hot sticky cum splattered against the back of her throat and filled her cheeks. She held as much of it in her mouth as she could milking his convulsing penis with her thumb. Long taffy-like streams of cum flowed out of the corners of her mouth.
Dave's body shook each time Pat rubbed her thumb along the sperm duct of his penis.
When the spasms of ecstasy had subsided, Pat stood up, her mouth full of cum, and grabbed Dave by the back of the neck and kissed him full on the lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth along with a huge glob of cum mixed with saliva.
He gagged on the strange elixir and pushed
Pat away. He spat the thick, creamy-white fluid onto the floor. He was angry and sated-and confused. He had some experience with sex before but nothing at this level. It was frightening yet strangely alluring.
Pat was rubbing the cum around her lips and watching Dave pull his pants up.
"Well? How did you like that?"
Dave glanced at her angrily. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the fluid from his lips. "I ... I..."
"What's the matter? Pussy got your tongue?"
A thousand thoughts ran through Dave's head. There were so many things he wanted to say, but none of them seemed appropriate for the moment.
"When you regain your sense of speech, you can give me a call. Maybe next time we can do something together, if you know what I mean."
Dave headed for the door. He turned as if to say something, thought better of it and left.
Pat giggled. He'll call me next week after he gets over his shyness and his dick gets hard again, she thought. Meanwhile, it was time to lock up and head for home. Poor Phillip was probably pulling his own pud by now.
She straightened up the reception area and locked the office. This is going to be a great summer, she mused, snapping the lock shut.
Just wait until the clients start coming. She hoped there would be more virgins like Dave. They were real fun.
Pat arrived home in time for dinner. Bennington, Sarah and Jane were already at the table gobbling everything in sight.
"Hi, everyone," she chimed as she pulled up a chair. "Pass the mashed potatoes."
Sarah put her fork down and passed the large bowl of potatoes.
How did it go today, girls?" Bennington asked.
Sarah spoke first. "It went pretty good, Daddy. The phone man installed the PBX system so we're ready to start phoning clients."
"Yeah, the phone man really did a good job on the phones," Pat giggled.
Sarah looked at her sideways. "Did they deliver the furniture, tramp?"
"They sure did," Pat affirmed.
"Did you give them a tip?" Sarah asked snidely.
"Sure," Pat replied, "I gave them the same tip you gave the phone man."
Jane interceded. "OK, cut the crap, ladies-and I use the term advisedly. Beginning tomorrow, you're gonna have to get serious. Megabucks are on the line. Not to mention the largest account in America. Tomorrow we begin our run for the gold."
Bennington wiped his mouth and put the napkin in his lap. "Bill Belle is coming to town tomorrow. He's bringing his wife and two sons with him."
The girls stopped feeding their faces and listened intently.
"Belle is from the South. Now don't make the mistake of thinking that he's a naive bumpkin from podunk. As far as I know, and from what I've heard, the whole family is freaky. There is nothing these folks won't do for excitement.
"I've brought you girls up without the help of a mother. I think I've done a fairly good job. But I want you to understand that when you start dealing with a family like the Belles, you're dealing with deviants of the highest order.
"I want you to be careful with this man and his family. I know your sexual proclivities. But no matter how good or bad you think you are, you are no match for the Belles of Virginia.
"We can handle them, Daddy. We've had plenty of practice," Jane assured him.
"I think," Bennington offered pensively, "that this is where Al Jolson says, "You ain't seen nothin' yet.' "
The girls looked at one another. Their thoughts were racing. All three of them were sexually active. They had their quirks and deviations but they were experienced enough in the ways of the world to realize that there were people who were strange and also there were people out there who didn't play with a full deck. But how bad could it be.
"I'm meeting with Belle and his wife tomorrow," Bennington told them. "I'll arrange for you to meet with them at a dinner party tomorrow evening. It'll be up to you to get Belle into your offices, convince him that his products should be advertised, and get his John Hancock on a contract."
Sarah laughed out loud. "Pat can handle the cock part. I'll handle the Han."
The girls laughed heartily. They were looking forward to the challenge. Bennington, however, didn't laugh. After all he had dealt with Belle and his darling wife, Marta, before. He could tell his daughters, without reservation that Marta was sexually certifiable, but he didn't want to scare them.
He didn't want to tell them about the first time he met the Belles and the sexual games they played. He feared it might frighten them.
They would have to learn for themselves. Perhaps it was for the best. His young ones had taken sex for granted up until now. But messing with Belle was big league.
CHAPTER SIX
The girls spent the following day in the office drumming up clients and making telephone calls. Pat dutifully took care of the reception area and Sarah made field trips to prospective clients while Jane performed those duties associated with executive administration. Taft and Jack watched Jane's ass bounce in between sales and Phillip offered them expert advice on investments and he also went out for coffee.
By five o'clock, everyone was proud to say they had put in a good day's work some for money, others for love.
The real work was ahead of them. This was the night they were to meet the infamous Belles of Virginia.
The girls had a strategy meeting with their father before they left for the dinner party at which the Belles were expected. They decided to arrive at the party as late as possible so that most of the guests would be on their way home and the Marxes would have the Belles to themselves without interruptions
The girls spent the majority of the evening prepping for the encounter. At the appointed hour, the Marxes, outfitted in their finest regalia, headed for Manhattan.
On the way in Bennington told them of some of the rumors that were circulated about the Belles: Some believed that the Belles were devil worshipers and that they had acquired their enormous wealth by bowing to Satan; others claimed Belle had been a gun runner during the Vietnam conflict and had amassed his fortune selling guns to the Viet Cong; and others claimed Belle had been an high seas pirate and had, at one time, hijacked an ocean liner in the middle of the Atlantic, and had luckily caught the ship with a huge load of gold bullion. All of it was rumor.
No one knew how Dill Belle had amassed his fortune. One thing was for sure, most people agreed that Belle had a brick missing.
As planned Bennington and his daughters arrived at the dinner party late. Several guests were leaving as they entered. They greeted the host of the party, a philanthropist, named Oxenhaven. He had given the party to raise money for his favorite charity, Cancer Care, Inc.
Belle, for all his madness, could not be called a piker when it came to charity. He gave freely and frequently. He only needed to be assured that the money was going towards the aid of others. Heaven help the man or beast who deceived Belle and took his money under false pretenses.
It was said that a gentleman from Georgia once took Belle for a half-million with a phony charity ostensibly aimed at aiding orphaned Amer-asians.
No one has heard of the gentleman since.
As soon as Bennington and his daughters entered the dining area, Belle leapt from his seat to greet them.
The girls were pleasantly surprised by Belle's appearance. Although white-haired and aging, there was a youthful glint in his eye and he had the physique of a man half his age. He was handsome and his clipped Virginia accent reminded one of the perennial southern colonel (retired that is).
Bennington introduced his daughters and Belle introduced his sons and wife. They were an attractive family. Marta Belle had raven-black hair and deep set eyes to match. Her skin was extremely smooth and swarthy, very reminiscent of an American Indian. Their sons were good-looking, both tall, virile and well-built.
Their manners were impeccable, bowing and pulling chairs for the girls.
The girls began to doubt Daddy's tales-until later on that evening.
Pat was clearly enamored of the youngest Belle boy, Samuel. Samuel Houston Belle,
Bill Belle, however, had his eye on Pat. And Marta kept staring at Sarah. This made Sarah somewhat uneasy. After all she wasn't a lesbian and she certainly wasn't making eyes at her. Nevertheless, Marta's penetrating stare was fixed on Sarah for what seemed an eternity.
Jane kept her eyes on Belle. He was the only thing standing between her and the upwardly mobile life of a woman ad exec.
As the evening wore on, it became painfully clear that the Belles had an agenda and they intended to keep it.
Sarah excused herself from the sitting room where the dinner guests were enjoying after dinner coffee and liqueurs and went to the powder room. She squatted on the toilet, did what she had to do and stepped out of the stall.
Her heart skipped a beat when she looked up and saw the raven-haired Marta staring at her.
"Oh, excuse me. You startled me for a moment," Sarah said apologetically.
"Never mind, dear, there's absolutely no need to apologize, my dear," she whispered malevolently, "I should have made more noise when I entered. It is my Indian heritage. When I was a girl, my people called me 'She Who Walks In Silence.' "
Sarah went to the wash basin and began to wash her hands. She could see Marta staring at her in the mirror. For the first time since she had heard her father's description of the Belles, she was afraid.
She noticed in the mirror that Marta was standing in front of the exit. It meant Sarah would have to pass her closely in order to leave the rest room.
Sarah stalled. She arranged her makeup, dabbed at her lipstick and prayed that another woman would enter the bathroom, thereby giving her the opportunity to leave without an encounter with Marta.
Time was fleeing. She had primped and primed at the mirror for almost 10 minutes.
Marta must have known she was staying in front of the mirror longer than was necessary.
Sarah took a deep breath, wheeled and headed for the door. She came face to face with Marta.
In a meek barely audible voice, Sarah begged pardon, "Excuse me please," she offered.
Marta didn't move. She stood there looking deep into Sarah's eyes with her dark, black penetrating beads, that served as eyes.
"Of course," Marta crowed. "I apologize for staring and blocking your way. It's just that you are so beautiful. Your brown hair is full and well-groomed. You are a fortunate woman."
Marta stepped aside. Sarah hurried to extract herself from this woman's presence.
But as she brushed past the dark-haired woman, Marta grabbed her by the arm, swung her around and kissed her full on the mouth, her rough long tongue reaching deep into her throat.
Sarah had never been kissed by a woman before. It was both offensive and stimulating.
She pulled away from the woman to rush into the recreation area.
Bennington observed the flush in his daughter's face and sat down beside her. "What's the matter?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"It's Belle's wife. She kissed me in the ladies room. What should I do?"
"The only thing you can do. Roll with the punches. Good luck!"
Sarah returned to her seat. She sat down heavily and contemplated the events which occurred in the bathroom. Why, she pondered, she didn't mind a roll in the hay with a woman for oral stimulation, but an out and out love 'em and hold 'em type of relationship was just a little too much to stomach. That's the trouble with folks these days, Sarah thought, they didn't differentiate between recreational sex and love. What a shame.
Marta appeared in the doorway. Her blazing black eyes focused on Sarah and seemed to push the rest of the world out of the room.
Sarah looked up in time to see the mysterious, dark woman emerge from the lavatory. Sarah pretended to look elsewhere.
Sarah knew that when the party broke up, everyone would be paired up. She looked around the room. There was electricity in the air. Someone wanted someone. Whether everyone would get what they were looking for remained to be seen.
Sarah looked at her wrist watch. It was only midnight. By one, everyone would be heading for their respective trysts.
Maybe, Sarah, hoped she could avoid a confrontation with the imposing Marta if she managed to get out of the party without being seen.
She would await her chance.
Pat was still making eyes across the coffee table at the two Belle boys, Sammy and Topper.
And Daddy Belle was still making eyes at Pat.
Jane, who wanted to bed Belle for the sake of the account, kept him under close, constant surveillance, hoping to catch his eye and perhaps persuade him to stop looking at Pat.
Bennington, who knew the Belles well, simply relaxed in his chair and watched the silent battles of wills between the hungry, the full. Bennington knew that he wanted to fuck Marta. They had a wild fling not too many years ago. It had been fantastic. He would enjoy it again if he could get Marta's attention away from his middle daughter.
One o'clock was drawing near. The servants were clearing ash trays and serving the last of the espresso. The time had come.
Everyone rose from their chairs at almost the same time. The Belle boys rose from their seats and took long, luxurious stretches.
The two young men were the only persons at the party who seemed not to have an interest in dorking someone. But by Bennington's description this was not necessarily so.
Marta was standing in front of her chair looking around the room for Sarah. Sarah had retrieved her coat and was standing in the hallway. Marta, undeterred by Sarah's reluctance, grabbed her fur and walked swiftly into the vestibule.
The elevator door had just opened and Sarah was stepping in. She was startled by a voice behind her.
"Did you think that I would not notice that you had left?" Marta said breathily.
Sarah turned and confronted the swarthy woman. "I know what you want. But I don't think that I'm the one to give it to you. I know nothing of these things."
"You needn't know anything my dear. I will guide you."
Marta took Sarah's hand. Sarah was surprised by the softness and heat of her palms. Sarah wanted to pull her hand away but found that she was strangely drawn to the woman.
"Where are we going?" Sarah asked.
"To our hotel room where we can be comfortable. I hope you don't mind. After all, if I'm correct, you need the small voice that I can provide to my husband's ear."
Sarah wanted to tell her that that was not the case but the words stuck in her throat. It would've been a lie. All through the plan had not unfolded the way Jane and Bennington had planned, they were not far off.
Sarah relaxed and allowed the woman to lead her to a waiting taxicab.
Jane sidled up to papa Belle and tried to use her feminine wiles to interest him in her well-practiced talents. But Belle was preoccupied by the teen-age teasing of Jane's youngest sister.
As Jane stood alongside Belle, trying desperately to attract his attention, Sammy and Topper flanked her.
"Ms. Marx, it would be our sincere privilege if we could accompany you home on this beautiful northern evening.
Sarah eyed the two brothers. First looking at one and then the other. No shortage of good looks, she thought.
Samuel was doing the talking while Topper just sort of smiled approvingly.
Sarah looked around the room. Belle had already crossed the room and was talking animatedly to Pat. Sarah had left and Bennington was saying his goodnights to Oxenhaven.
It would appear, thought Jane, that the die has been cast. "OK, you beautiful southern gentlemen, let's go to my house," Jane suggested.
The brothers each took an arm and the trio exited.
"My dear," Belle told the youthful Patricia, "Your beauty is like an alcoholic beverage-intoxicating. Add to that your youth, and you have a woman devotely to be desired "
Pat was flattered.
Pat had heard a lot of lines, but she had to admit that the aging southern gentleman's words dripped honey.
But this was a game and Pat knew it. "The evening is young. I suppose anything you want to do to top off the evening so to speak would be of great interst."
Belle's eyes glowed with enthusiasm. "Well, now, why don't you just go downstairs and get into my limousine and wait for me. I'll be along just as soon as I pay my respects to my host and write him a sizable check for his charity.
The cab ride had been short too short, Sarah felt. The Belles had a suite at the Plaza. The Plaza was practically down the street from Fryars' Hall where Oxen haven had held the dinner party. Sarah had wanted a little more time to prepare herself mentally.
Marta beckoned her from the cab. "Come, my dear, we are home."
Sarah expected the sumptuousness of the suite. It was adorned with gold and bronze lamps, bathroom fixtures and bed boards. It was the VIP suite.
Marta directed her to the living room area, a beautifully carpeted room with a huge round couch in the middle of the room.
Sarah made herself comfortable on the couch. She tossed her fur on a matching chair and sat relaxedly on the couch. There was a bottle of chilled champagne alongside the couch and chilled glasses alongside it.
Sarah poured herself a glass and perused the well-appointed room. This was living, Sarah thought. Even for her this was something. She looked up at the ceiling It was mirrored. She peered at the image looking down at her. She adjusted the strap of her black evening gown and tilted her head to the side in a mock attempt at playing cute.
She heard a slight rustling behind and turned around. She expected to see Marta. She did see Marta and much more.
Marta was standing just beyond the door to the bedrooms. As Sarah's eyes engulfed the woman from head to foot, she couldn't help but wince just a little. The champagne spilled on the floor.
Marta was standing with her legs apart as if she were at ease. The spike heels of her shoes added an extra half-inch to her already ample height. She looked like a South American Amazon standing in the dim light of the room. Her shapely legs were bare from the ankles to her full bush of pubic hair. But what caught Sarah's eye was the long gleaming flesh-colored plastic phallus attached to a belt around Marta's slim waist.
Marta wasn't wearing anything else. Her breasts were cream-colored and tear-dropped shaped reflecting the older woman's 40 plus years.
Sarah swallowed hard. She didn't mind a little experimentation, but she hadn't counted on meeting the bride of Frankenstein.
Sarah leapt from her seat on the white round couch. Before she could move another inch, Marta had traversed the short distance between the doorway and couch with just a few strides.
She was standing directly in front of Sarah, the large, imposing dildo brushing against the smoothness of Sarah's black evening gown.
"I hope you aren't going so soon," Marta crooned, holding the trembling girl by the arm. "The evening has just begun."
Marta kissed Sarah on the lips much like she had when she had approached her the lavatory. This time, however, Sarah could feel the stiff dildo rubbing her pubic hair, firing sensations Sarah had never felt before.
Marta held her close, maneuvering her thighs from side to side so the dildo rubbed the inside of Sarah's crotch.
Marta held her tight and pushed her tongue deep into her yawning throat. Sarah's heart was beating wildly. The warmth of Marta's body and the lurching throes of her tongue had lifted Sarah's veil of insensitivity and brought her to a new level of sexuality. Sarah was beginning to get wet a sign that her body if not her mind was prepared for an encounter.
Sarah lifted her limp arms and gradually wrapped them around Marta's warm, soft flesh. The pair began to grind against one another like a pair of dogs on a hot Sunday afternoon.
The dildo rocked and shivered against Sarah's hot twat. When she could stand the mashing of bodies no more she pushed the older woman away from her gently and began shedding her dress.
Marta watched as Sarah lifted her evening gown over her head to reveal her shapely body and full bosom.
"You are beautiful," Marta whispered, squeezing Sarah's breasts lightly as she fumbled with the dress.
"MMMM!" She grumbled, holding Sarah's breasts in her hands. "They are good enough to eat."
Marta's tongue touched the nipple of Sarah's right tit lightly, tracing it's roundness and touching the tip with deft licks.
She fondled the sumptuous piles of flesh like two newborn children, meowing and cooing over them as if they had life.
She plunged the nipples into her mouth and sucked on them with the abandon of a nursing child.
"Oh! Your nipples are so firm," she said, removing the saliva-covered nipples from her mouth long enough to speak. "They will be even firmer after I finish."
Marta sucked one and then the other, alternating between the nipples as if to give each its share of her generous mouth.
Sarah's breathing had become heavier and the inside of pussy had become so wet, her juices seemed about to run down the side of her thigh.
Sarah rubbed her hands against the nipples of Marta's breasts the down between her legs and around her ass and finally along the length of the dildo.
She had never experienced one before. But as she felt its sturdiness and its detail, she felt a sense of curiosity mixed with desire.
"Don't worry," Marta assured her. "You'll have an opportunity to feel my Johnny. That's what I call it. My Johnny. You'll see why."
Marta gently guided Sarah down on the couch. She stood over her briefly eyeing the full bush between Sarah's legs.
She reached down and parted the hair covering the soft pink flesh.
"Ah!" Marta exclaimed. "There it is. The goal of my desires your lovely, throbbing cunt."
Marta plunged her mouth against the waiting folds of supple desire. Her tongue darted and dipped in around Sarah's swelling cunt lips.
The touch of it was electrifying!
Marta wiped her hand against her mouth and put her hand under her nose and sniffed. "I love the smell of pussy especially when its odor is strong and musty. You ... you have washed and primped in the hopes of bedding a man my husband maybe.
"What we must do is get your muff to smell and taste like pussy not like a scrubbed, perfumed slice of brisket.
Marta sat across Sarah's chest pressing heavily against the bed. She pushed the dildo into Sarah's mouth and told her, "Wet it with your saliva so that it will slide into your pussy easily. That's it, suck it just like it was real."
Sarah could barely breathe with Marta straddled across her chest and the dildo filling her mouth. She attempted a muffled cry of protest but it was lost inside the plastic of the dildo.
She caressed the fake dick with her mouth running her tongue along its sizable length and caressing it with her lips.
Marta held the dildo to Sarah's mouth. She reached behind her and plunged two fingers into Sarah's sopping cunt.
She pumped her fingers in and out of Sarah's relaxing cunt, wiping the love juices into her pubic hair after every six or seven strokes.
Marta looked behind her and watched her fingers as they forced and pressed the lips of Sarah's pussy in and out with each stroke.
Sarah opened her legs and pulled her shapely knees up so that more of her twat would be accessible to Marta's nimble foreplay.
Marta thrust four fingers into Sarah's gaping cunt, watching as her fingers disappeared into Sarah's bush and reappeared glistening with pussy juice.
Marta pulled the dildo out of Sarah's mouth and knelt down next to her. The dildo waved grotesquely in the air as . she climbed off the heaving Sarah.
She pulled Sarah's knees higher to reveal more of her twat. She pulled her legs wide so that more of her wet fingers could fit into Sarah's hole.
Marta placed her left arm against Sarah's thighs, to freeze them in their receptive position. She took her whole hand and guided it into the glistening hole. Sarah winced once or twice as Marta's hand filled the insides of her hole.
Marta worked her hand in and out slowly at first. The pace of her thrusting hand increased as Mata's fingers became slicker and slicker with the juices of Sarah's stimulated twat.
Sarah breathed deeper and deeper with each thrust of Marta's hand. She lifted her head and looked at Marta's fingers as they appeared and disappeared inside the depths of her lubricated tunnel.
Marta kissed her on the mouth and cheek. "I want you to behave," she whispered.
Marta withdrew her wet, shiny fingers and balled her fist. She rubbed it against the delectable softness of Sarah's vagina. Sarah jumped as Marta pressed her fist harder and harder against the wrinkled lips of Sarah's vagina.
Sarah began to cry with pain and joy as Marta's fist found more and more of her hole beginning to fit around Marta's clenched fist.
She arched her back once more and watched as Marta twisted and turned her shiny fist into her vagina.
"Ooooooo!" she moaned as she watched the closed hand begin to enter her cunt. Marta pressed harder and harder, twisting and turning her fist hoping to finally breach the muscles of Sarah's pussy.
"Relax, relax," Marta admonished. "If you relax, it will slip in as easily as a pencil in a sharpener."
Sarah laid her head back and closed her eyes. She concentrated on relaxing the muscles of her vagina. Marta helped her by kissing her softly all over the face and neck, prodding her to "Relax! Relax!"
Finally, with a loud "Thonk!" Marta's fist passed the last muscles of resistance and filled Sarah's heavenly hole with the full measure of her large, clenched hand.
As Marta's balled hand slipped into the dark recesses of Sarah's love tunnel, the sound and joy snapped Sarah upright. She looked down at her groin and watched what seemed to be Marta's entire arm disappear into her cunt.
Sarah wailed with joy and pain, "Oh, shit!" she exclaimed as Marta began twisting and turning her hand inside Sarah's pulsating cunt.
Sarah's legs were spread wide and pointed toward the ceiling. She pumped her legs in mock fucking motions, unable to move her hips.
Marta began to pump her now well-lubricated fist backwards and forwards within the confines of Sarah's enormous hole.
Sarah rose up on her elbows and watched the piston-like motion of Marta's clenched hand as it brought a new type of joy to the pulpy walls of Sarah's pussy.
The two women watched the flying fist push and pull against the unyielding flesh of Sarah's pussy muscles.
The two women moaned in unison as Marta's educated hand danced in and out and up and down. Sarah had never experienced anything like it. Her cunt felt full and sated. She could feel Marta's fist against her clit as it rolled and rippled inside of her.
It was feeling better all the time.
With her clenched hand firmly embedded in Sarah's twat, Marta let Sarah's legs go and placed her arm behind her head. She pressed down on her head forcing her body towards the remarkable fist which was bringing her so much joy.
This was a little more painful. Marta was literally forcing the weight of Sarah's body against her fist.
Sarah groaned in delicious pain. "Oooh! Not so hard. Please! Not so hard!"
Marta relaxed her grip on Sarah's neck and let her lay down. She forced Sarah's legs apart and slowly removed her fist from Sarah's stretched vagina.
Marta's fist popped out with a "Plop!" as the muscles and lips of Sarah's pussy snapped shut.
Sarah turned over on her stomach, gasping for air and holding her abdomen.
"Are you alright," Marta asked quietly.
Sarah turned over slightly. "Yes, I'm alright." She looked at Marta's hand. It was covered with a slick, thin coat of vaginal juices. Marta noticed Sarah watching her hand. She opened her hand and began to lick each of her fingers one by one allowing her tongue to also lick the back of her hand and the palms.
She forced her hand under Sarah's nose. Sarah smelled the inside of Marta's large hand. She turned her head.
Marta grabbed Sarah's brown hair and made her turn her head towards her. She stuck her hand under Sarah's nose again and rubbed the fingers against her lips. "Lick it," she ordered. "Go ahead lick it. See what you taste like."
Sarah stuck her tongue out slowly, reluctantly. Marta wiped the back of her moist, shiny hand against her tongue. "Does it taste good? It should, it is your very own juices. If you don't love it, no one else will."
Sarah had serious doubts about Marta's analysis of cunt juice. But she was already too hot in the cunt to stop.
"Now!" Marta announced. "It is your turn to taste my juices."
Sarah turned over on her back, She wanted to see what was coming next.
Marta was upon her like a . lioness on an eland. She sat on Sarah's face and forced her huge, wet cunt into Sarah's mouth.
Marta's cunt was hairy and big. Sarah's open mouth was no match for its size and depth.
While Sarah couldn't see Marta's instrument of passion, she certainly could feel it. The clitoris was long and stiff. And when Sarah's tongue fell upon it, she was surprised by its size and consistency. This was the clit of a practicing lesbian, Sarah thought as Marta's pudding-soft organ filled her mouth.
Marta rotated her hips back and forth plunging her cavernous hole into Sarah's mouth and out again.
Sarah tried to concentrate on giving the excited woman as much pleasure as possible. Perhaps, if she came, Sarah hoped, she might cool down.
Sarah tried to suck the clit and the lips as Marta rubbed them against her mouth but Sarah found it hard to concentrate while the dildo was hitting her mercilessly on the head. She wanted to tell Marta to take the thing off but she couldn't get a word in edgewise. Marta had settled nicely into a smooth, even pumping cadence. She drove her clit into Sarah's mouth and rolled her pussy upwards. Sarah licked her clit and plunged her tongue into Marta's hole as the woman swung her pelvis back and forth.
With each swing of her hips, Marta moaned softly, "Uramm! Ummm!"
Marta was on her hands and knees, her sopping vagina suspended above Sarah's open mouth. As the feeling became more and more pleasurable, she increased the speed of her rotations.
As she neared climax, the older woman began to slap her pussy against Sarah's open mouth. "Whap! Whap! Whap" Marta's flapping cunt was flying against Sarah's mouth with force born of passion.
Sarah tried to use her hands to prevent Marta from smashing her massive organ against her mouth, but the more experienced Marta simply maneuvered her legs so that her knees were pressing against Sarah's arms, thus preventing her from interfering with Marta's roughhouse sexuality.
Sarah tried to move her head to prevent any more beating but Marta merely squeezed her knees together to prevent her from moving her mouth from Marta's passion fruit.
The unmerciful smashing of Marta's excited cunt against Sarah's mouth continued unabated for almost ten minutes. Marta was sweating profusely. Her dry, cool skin was now hot and slick with perspiration. Her battering of
Sarah's mouth increased in force and speed as she neared a climax.
Her eyes grew large and her thighs began to tremble but the cadence of her passion never ceased. She continued to pound her organ against Sarah's tongue and mouth.
Finally, thighs convulsing, eyelids fluttering, she exclaimed, "God! I'm going to come. I'm going to come."
Sarah was ready to breathe a sigh of relief. Her mouth and tongue were sore with the effort of holding her mouth open.
Marta suddenly raised her hips high above Sarah's mouth and slammed her dripping cunt against Sarah's mouth and pressed it with such force Sarah thought she would suffocate. Sarah's mouth was closed, but Marta, caught in the throes of a climax couldn't and didn't care to tell the difference. She held her twat hard against Sarah's face jerking and lurching as the climax surged from her loins to her brain.
Marta fell to the side, allowing Sarah to sit up.
Sarah put her hand to her mouth. She had taken such a beating she could barely feel it. She touched her lips. They were slightly sore. When she looked at her hand, it was stained with blood. Marta had split her lip with the force of her gyrations.
Marta lay on her back with her eyes closed.
She was moaning and turning her head form side to side. "That was so good," she said, speaking to the air. "That was so fucking good."
Sarah got up and went to the bathroom. She turned the gold faucet handle and looked in the mirror. She had a split lip. It had stopped bleeding but stood out like a black eye. She was incensed. How could anyone do this sort of thing.
She resolved to give Marta a piece of her mind. She washed her face and stormed into the living room.
"Just who the hell do you think you are and what the hell do you think you are doing?" Sarah demanded.
Marta opened her eyes and looked up at Sarah, who was still dabbing her lip.
"I think I am the wife of one of the richest men in the world ... A man you would bed in hopes of winning his business favors ... Now then my little bitch. Why don't you tell me who you are. I will listen."
Sarah looked at the woman.
There was fire and fury in the woman's black eyes. Perhaps, Sarah ruminated, it would be better to leave well enough alone.
"I think I'd better be going," Sarah offered, reaching for her evening gown. "I think I've worn out my welcome here."
"Not at all, Sarah," Marta replied rising from the couch. "You haven't worn anything out least of all me."
Marta pushed Sarah roughly onto the couch. "Besides, you little hot bitch, I haven't fucked you yet."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jane sat pensively between the two men. Neither of them were unattractive, Jane mused, but neither of them were Bill Belle either. The whole point of the dinner party was to get Belle in a position to bargain. If not by sheer business acumen then by deception.
Perhaps, Belle was accustomed to this sort of attempted manipulation, Jane thought, as she watched the flood of passing lights. She glanced sideways at Samuel. He resembled his father. He had that broad forehead and jutting jaw that made all the men in the family look as if they were in the marines.
Both of them seemed to appreciate women. Although why they both had decided to go home with her was beyond her wildest imaginings. She had just had intercourse with two men less than a week ago, Jane thought.
She wasn't sure she was up to taking on two more so soon. But if dorking two guys at the same time would win Belle's nod, she would do it.
She turned to her left and sneaked a quick look at Topper. Topper Belle, she mused. What a name. The whole family seemed to relish odd monikers: Bill Belle, Sam Belle, Marta Belle, Topper Belle. The whole family sounded like some sort of advertisement for margarine.
She tried not to giggle to herself. She turned her head forward and watched the road to Westchester unfold in front of her.
They reached the Marx mansion in relatively good time, the lateness of the hour eschewed the usual traffic jams.
She showed the Belle brothers into the house and into the recreation room. They quickly made themselves at home by fixing themselves drinks and removing their ties and shoes.
Now they looked more like the good old boys they were.
"Make yourself at home, gentlemen," Jane sing-songed. "I'm going upstairs to jump into something a little more comfortable."
Jane skipped up the stairs. She hoped that this foray into the world of multiple partner sexuality would pay off. After all, while sex with the proper strangers may turn some on, Jane found the idea somewhat on the painful side.
Two men dorking the living shit out of you didn't necessarily mean double the pleasure. In fact, it was sometimes the opposite: double your pain.
Jane went through her closet and found something appropriately sexy, appropriately easy to remove and appropriately soilable.
She washed and perfumed herself, took a deep breath and headed for the land of the cotton.
She opened the door to the recreation room slowly. She had stood in front of it listening for the sound of their voices. She hadn't heard anything. She opened the door and peeked in. It was dark except for the thin streams of light emitting from the television.
The two of them were reclined on the couch watching the boob tube. This, Jane thought, was more than she had hoped for. The two of them were watching TV. Maybe, she thought, she might be able 'to breeze through the evening with some interesting palaver and trendy witticisms.
She padded into the room and sat down between the brothers. "What are you watching?" she inquired lackadaisically.
Samuel turned to her slowly, "Why we're watching one of your cassettes. We found 'em right behind the set."
Sarah hadn't paid any attention to the screen until Samuel said they were watching tapes.
She immediately looked up at the television screen. It was true. They were looking at a cassette an XXX cassette. There were at least eight people on the screen in the middle of an orgy all fucking their brains out.
Jane knew what the evening was going to be like. She sat between the two brothers quietly. Maybe, she hoped, they weren't affected by celluloid fucking.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her thigh. They were affected.
"Would either of you boys like some popcorn?" she asked.
There was silence. One of the two men got up and turned on the lights. It was Samuel, the taller of the two, "Nah! We ain't about relishing no popcorn right now, Ms. Jane."
Jane looked up at Samuel. The crotch of his pants was bulging like a fan mail sack for Michael Jackson. A tiny wet stain had begun to appear at the corner of his pants. This boy was hot, Jane thought.
"Do you have any music, Ms. Jane?" Topper inquired.
"Sure. Just hit that little switch on that box on the table. The stereo will come on instantly. Use that little thingamajig to tune it to the station of your choice."
Topper pushed the button and the room was filled with the sound of music rock and roll at that.
Topper danced around the floor. He wasn't much of a dancer but his hoofing certainly didn't suffer from a lack of energy. She watched as Topper performed his animated dance. It was going to be a long night, Jane said to herself.
It was just a matter of time before she would hear those wonderful words, "Come on Ms. Jane, let's dance."
Jane got up slowly. It seemed it always started with a dance.
She put her hand up to begin dancing with Topper. He pushed her hand aside and put his arms around her waist. At first, they did dance. And Jane was pleasantly surprised. But then the disc jockey put on a slow, moody ballad. And the fun began.
Jane was wearing an evening housecoat. One wouldn't call it sexy nor revealing. Unless, one was turned on by the feel of satin. These boys were. Topper began to press his hips against her. He was at least two inches taller than her and his rising cock was pressed firmly against her belly button.
This didn't seem to make any difference to Topper. He wound his hips and groin into her like his dick was in a pussy.
Samuel sat back in the couch enjoying a Scotch and water. He watched Jane and his brother dry fuck in the middle of the floor. He sipped the cool liquid several more times and began to wonder why his brother should have all the fun.
He got up and tapped his brother on the shoulder. He gladly allowed him to cut in. He stepped back and allowed his brother to take hold of Jane's waist. The large round stain in the front of his pants and the bulge had not shrunk at all.
Samuel was a little more excited than his brother. After all he had just sat through a porno and a dry fuck. He held Jane against his chest and began grinding his hips against hers He was more her size and she could feel his prick rubbing against her pussy.
At least she could get a measure of stimulation from Samuel. Anything that would bring her sensuousness to full flower.
As she and Samuel stood in the middle of the floor mashing their pubic areas against one another, Jane began to feel more and more at home with the pair.
In little less than five or six minutes, Jane was breathing heavily and her grinding had become jerky and convulsive as she sought to move her clitoris into touch with Samuel's gyrations.
As their dry fuck reached a fever pitch, Jane beckoned to Topper who was leaning on a chair. He walked up to the two dancers. "Whatcha want me to do Ms. Jane?" he asked coyly.
Jane had messed around and gotten steaming hot. She was ready for some action. Some real action. "Come around behind me. You can dance behind me."
Topper stepped behind the pair. At first he wasn't quite sure what to do. He looked down at Jane's undulating ass and began to get ideas.
He put his arms on Jane's shoulders and pressed his groin against her ass.
As soon as she felt his hot penis rubbing against the crack in her ass, she began to grind her hips faster and faster.
"Hold me tight!" she demanded.
Topper placed his arms around Jane and held his hands on her breasts. The touch of soft, firm bosom excited him even more and he pulled himself closer.
The three of them began dancing a kind of double fugue. The two brothers "swung one way and Jane swung the other. Point. Counterpoint.
Jane could feel, that while the two were brothers, they probably had never had a woman together. It could prove to be something for them to tell daddy the next day.
Jane took her hand and reached behind her and pulled the back of her satin housecoat up so that her pantied ass was rubbing against lopper's bulging cock.
Topper felt the difference but since he still had his clothes on, it was more the idea that fired his passion rather than the tactile touch of his body to hers.
Jane enjoyed the feel of the two men against her buttocks and her groin. She enjoyed the feel of Topper's bulging pants as they swished against the smooth nylon of her panties.
But the two men seemed content with grinding to the music. They hadn't moved an iota in almost five minutes. Jane was getting tired and frustrated.
She pushed the pair away and unbuttoned the housecoat, revealing her lovely full bosom.
She reached under the housecoat and pulled off her panties and threw them at Topper.
Topper snatched the panties out of mid air and fingered them sensuously. He held them to his face and sniffed them. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "The sweet smell of ass."
Jane began dancing again without ' the brothers. This time with more abandon than before. She pranced and dipped, her large breasts, vibrating and bouncing with each step.
Topper and Samuel tried to keep in step with her but Jane's footwork proved more than they could handle. After awhile they both sat down and watched Jane's parade.
As the dancing, proved more and more stimulating, Jane doffed the housecoat and danced in the nude.
As the housecoat melted away revealing Jane's hourglass figure and creamy white skin, Topper and Samuel moved closer to the dancing woman. They watched her breasts flop and bounce in time to the rock 'n roll ditty piping through the loudspeakers.
They watched her firm cantaloupe buttocks wing and shake like jelly.
Jane took Samuel by the hand and pulled him near her and began dancing with him. She took his hand and placed it on her buttocks so that he could feel the movement of her flesh and plumb its softness.
She beckoned Topper.
Topper didn't need any more prodding. He had gotten the idea. He grabbed Jane's dancing body and held her tight. Jane continued to dance but not as animatedly. She allowed Topper to hold her and rub his bulging cock against her bouncing ass.
She took Samuel by the hand and drew him close to her. She rubbed his cock and undid his belt.
Seeing this, Topper wanted some of the obvious action to come. He undid his belt and pulled his pants off. His blood-gorged prick stood straight out, pulsing softly with each heartbeat.
Jane danced around in time to see Topper's glory standing at attention. She immediately dropped to her knees and planted a wet, tender kiss on Topper's throbbing member.
Topper closed his eyes. Jane looked up and saw his eyes close. He was ready. She opened her mouth and buried the better part of Topper's dick in her juicy mouth.
Topper flushed with joy as Jane's moist warm mouth closed around the head of his dick.
Jane held the lengthening member in both hands like a broom handle sucking and milking Topper's whang like a lollipop.
Samuel watched Jane's mouth cover the head of Topper's dick and uncover it with gentle motion.
Samuel bent down and ran the edge of his middle finger along the rim of Jane's ass and down into the lips of her pussy. He fingered her clitoris and then retraced his course from Jane's soft cunt to the crack of her pink ass.
He grabbed her by the hips and tried to stand her up so he could penetrate her luscious cunt but the position proved too awkward. "Let loose of him," he told her. "I want to put it in you."
"Alright," Jane whispered. She stood up and walked over to the couch. She knelt down on the couch with her ass cocked in the air and her head against a cushion.
Samuel followed her to the couch. As she pushed her ass into the air, the lips of her cunt gaped ever-so-slightly open. They were urgently beckoning his aching dick.
Samuel took his dick in his hand and rubbed the head of it against her gaping hole.
Topper had opened his eyes. He was looking for Jane. She had left him high and dry. He looked over at the couch and saw his brother raking Jane's pussy with the head of his swollen cock.
There was something unfair about all of it, thought Topper. After all, he was just beginning to get his juices sucked.
Topper went over to the couch and slid between the cushion and Jane. Jane opened her mouth and tried to get Topper's cock into her mouth without using her hands but to no avail. Topper took hold of his member and shoved it into Jane's open mouth.
Since she was braced on her elbows, Jane couldn't move her head. It was up to Topper to provide movement. He began stroking her mouth with his dick: in and out, in and out, in and out.
Samuel was still teasing himself. He would push his cock into Jane's swelling cunt then pull it out and rub the head around the lips, folding and molding the flesh with his cock.
Then he would work the head towards Jane's anus. He would rub the anal opening with his cock working it against Jane's anus with force then smearing droplets of cum on it in anticipation of inserting his dick in her ass-hole.
He repeated the action several times before finally plunging his dick into Jane's soft cunt.
Jane's soft, fleshy organ devoured Samuel's dick all the way up to the hilt. He worked it around and around pressing hard against the walls of Jane's pussy.
When he had fully touched the depths of Jane's insides he withdrew and once more plunged it deep into her gaping hole.
Jane sighed with satisfaction. She could feel
Samuel filling her up and emptying her box, driving her to the brink of climax and then returning.
Topper's thrusts were coming fast and frequently. He had forgotten that this was a mouth he was fucking and began to plow his dick into Jane's dribbling mouth.
Topper rubbed Jane's mouth tenderly alternately rubbing her lips and his dick as the head emerged from between her gaping lips.
He could hear Jane breathing heavily through her nose. He could feel the force of his brother's thrusts as he dorked from the rear end.
Topper watched his brother banging Jane from behind. The sight of his pushing and heaving, excited his libido.. "I think I'm going to come," he shouted.
Topper pulled his dick out of Jane's drooling mouth and shot a load of cum against her face. The glob of white jism splashed against her face with a soft "splat!'
Topper ran his thumb along the sperm duct, milking the white substance from the head of his dick. He wiped the head of his dick with his hand and rubbed it into Jane's face, smearing the sticky goo across her mouth, nose and cheeks.
He moaned softly as his hand swirled through the slick liquid covering Jane's skin.
"MMMMMM! This is like pancake syrup!"
Topper sat back. His once enlarged member shrinking slowly.
Samuel continued to plunge his cock in and out of Jane's steaming doughnut.
He pulled his cock out and slapped it against her ass. Then, he plunged into her waiting hole once more
Each time, he brought them both to the edge of climax and then pulled back.
He placed his dick against Jane's anus and took the thumb of his left hand and placed it in her pussy. He began massaging her pussy with his thumb and her clit with his index finger.
He took his cock in his right hand and attempted to ram it into her cunt past his thumb.
Jane moaned softly as Samuel's dick strained against his thumb and the bottom of her hole. His dick slid home, lubricated and oiled by Jane's cunt juice and Samuel's cum droplets.
Samuel used his thumb to press his dick against the bottom of Jane's hole. He could feel the edge of the head of his penis rubbing against his thumb and against the rim of Jane's pussy.
It was very much like rubbing a ridge-edged dildo against the rim of Jane's poontang.
Not satisfied with one thumb in Jane's hind parts, Samuel, released his prick and stuck his thumb into the puckered muscles of Jane's anus.
At first, only the tip of his thumb would fit. Then, with a little more prodding and manipulation, the full measure of his thumb began to disappear beneath the dark brown softness of Jane's shit hole.
He pulled his thumb out of Jane's ass-hole. There were little flecks of brown on it and he could smell the sweet funk of her ass as his thumb came out.
He pulled his dick out of Jane's cunt and pressed the head against her anus. The head of his dick pushed against the anal opening and he had to press harder and harder in order to penetrate the firm muscles of her anal orifice.
Finally, with one mighty push, the flared head of his cock penetrated through the brown pucker of her ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Belle and Pat motored up the East River Drive towards a motel hideaway in the Bronx. Belle knew of the hideaway. He had used it on several occasions during trips to New York.
He liked the remoteness of the building and the fact that all of the rooms were sound-proofed.
He also enjoyed the X-rated movies the motel provided but he could do without them.
In fact, he found them to be much of a bore.
The limousine pulled up in front of the motel and Belle hopped out.
"Go ahead upstairs and start getting ready for me while I talk to the bellhop and the manager," Belle ordered.
Pat sauntered into the motel while Belle walked toward the manager.
"It's Suite 105, Honey," Belle drawled.
Pat took the small elevator to the third floor. She followed the hall until she found room 105. She walked in and surveyed the surroundings. The room was filled with flowers, televisions and champagne. The bed was round and gaudily red. The colors of the room pleased her. The walls were pink and the carpeting a blood red Burgundy.
Pat removed her evening gown and relaxed across the round bed. She fingered the elastic of her panties and removed her stockings.
She noticed several buttons on the headboard of the bed. She noticed that one said, "Stereo." She hit the button and music poured from speakers in the bed's headboard.
She touched another bottom marked, "rotate."
She pressed the button hoping that the word meant something other than what she thought it meant. Sure enough it did. The bed began to move slowly in a circle.
Pat bounced up and down on the soft luxurious padding of the revolving bed and felt the breeze of the air-conditioning brush against her bare breasts.
The door opened with a flourish. Belle walked in.
"Why, Honey!" he drawled with mellifluous tones, "You're as ready as a cow in a bull patch."
Belle immediately began to peel off his clothes.
This was going to be easy, Pat thought, watching the middle-aged man doff his clothing. After all, she mused, at his age what possibly could he do?
Belle was out of his jacket and shirt by the time Pat could pass several thoughts on the state of elderly men.
Within minutes he was climbing out of his pants. In another second he was pulling his pants down to his ankles.
Pat was lying back on the bed. When Belle dropped his pants, she sat up and took notice. Belle's prick seemed to be a foot long with a head the size of a baby's clenched fist.
The enormous thing swung to and fro like an elephant's trunk as he walked across the room towards her. Pat thought, the thing is monstrous and it's not even hard yet.
Belle sat down on the moving bed and kissed Pat on the cheek. "This is going to be one of those nights we live to remember on cold nights.
He pulled Pat towards him. She got as close as she could. She could feel his hot breath on her shoulder. This didn't seem to be close enough. She sat on his lap.
"You know," she said, eyeing her large breasts, "you've got everything a man could want. Big tits, youth and ... " Belle forced his hand into her moistening crotch. He pulled the edge of her panties away from her steaming cunt and pushed three fingers into the wet confines of her love hole.
Pat wanted to coo and moan, but she was much more concerned with the huge tool hanging between Belle's legs. And it was beginning to grow.
Belle pulled the young girl's tits together and sucked the nipples of both of them at the same time. Pat's nipples instantly jumped to life, hardening and growing erect. Belle laid the young woman on her back and climbed atop her.
"Now, I want you to relax. Trust me. I've had plenty of experience with this sort of thing."
Pat didn't know exactly what he was talking about. Surely, he couldn't believe that she was still a virgin.
Belle kissed her passionately on the cheek, neck and lips. "You know, I just love that young, fresh meat. Especially when it hasn't been spoiled. I like the kind of meat you have between your legs."
"I'm not a virgin," Pat felt obliged to tell Belle.
"Oh, I know you ain't no virgin, Patricia. But when I get through with you, you gonna think you were."
Belle hunched his back and lifted his hips above the girl's vagina. He reached down with one hand and took hold of his elongated, monstrous tootsie roll, he called a dick.
"Now, Patricia, I call this boy, Excalibur."
Patricia could feel the huge head of Belle's dick pressing against the softness of her cunt lips.
"Do you know the reason I call my prick Excalibur, honey?"
The bulging head of his dick forced the lips of Pat's pussy into her vaginal canal. She squealed with the sheer delight of having her cunt filled with pulsating cock.
Pat's eyes were closed. She could feel the enormous head pressing against the cervix. "No," she answered breathily. "Why do they call it, Excalibur."
Belle began to ease the remainder of his cock into the young girl's hole.
"Excalibur was King Arthur's sword. It was a mythical weapon with which Arthur of Camelot, used to defeat his enemies. It was said of Excalibur, that it was invincible and unbreakable. It's said that the enemies of Arthur paled in its wake."
Belle eased his weight against his poised prick. Less than one-quarter of it had entered Pat's pussy. Pat already felt as if she had been dorked by a spear gun.
Belle grabbed her legs and swung them roughly over his shoulders.
"This is the best position to be in," he said as he added another inch to the amount of cock in Pat's hole.
Pat was breathing in quick, short gasps. "Huh! Huh! Huh!"
Belle ranged above her like a dark angel of the Stvx waiting for his victims.
"Now, we're going to hear form the magnificent Excalibur. Are you ready?"
Belle leaned hard on his enormous prick, sending the remaining eight inches or so into the farther confines of Pat's vaginal canal.
Pat let out a bona fide howl. The type you here late at night when cats are mating.
"OOOOOOOOOwww!"
Belle raised up on his hands so that he could see his lengthy rod cruise into Pat's dwarfed hole like a spoon into jello.
Pat grabbed Belle by the back and placed her nails in his back. She had never felt anything quite like it. It filled every corner of her being pushing out all other thoughts. All she could visualize was the gigantic phallus disappearing beneath the folds of her cunt.
Belle seemed animated "by the girl's screams.
"That's it sweetheart, sing to Excalibur. He-likes music."
Belle lifted his hips above the girl. He looked between his legs at his wet, red dick as it emerged from Pat's inadequate hole.
"Ah!" he sighed. "It's beginning to look like your pussy is stimulated. Guess it's about time we got down to some serious fucking."
Whereupon, Belle plunged the numerous inches of his dick back into Pat's beleaguered cunt. The lips of her pussy were moving in and out with each stroke of Belle's skyscraper dick.
Pat's cries and screams only served to excite Belle more. He lifted and dropped against Pat's abdomen time after time, lunging at her with his groin as if her cunt were prey and his dick were predator.
Pat could feel the enormous head of his dick banging against the rear wall of her vagina. Inside her, she could barely hear a muffled "clump, clump" as Belle's dick smacked against her insides.
Each time Belle fell upon her waiting pussy, Pat screamed. Not the scream of ecstasy one finds in porno movies where the heroine comes so strenuously that she can't help but cry out in sheer joy.
Pat's screams were an expression of agony. An expression of an excruciating experience
She forced her hands against Belle's chest and tried to push him off her. Her struggles only urged the old man on even more. He began pumping quicker, faster. His strokes became long and drawn. He pulled his dick out until the head could barely be seen. And then he poured the full thirteen inches into her with a thud as his hips bashed against hers.
Pat was beginning to struggle harder and harder. There was no joy in this expression of sexuality. There were, she imagined, women who could take all thirteen inches of Belle's pride and joy, but she certainly wasn't one of them. Belle had named his lengthy member well, Excalibur, sword of the monarch Arthur.
Pat felt as if she had been impaled on a sword.
Despite Pat's youth and stamina, she proved no match for Belle's demented sexuality.
Belle was thrusting at a furious pace. His balls were whipping against Pat's ass as his wild to and fro movement sent them swinging.
Ordinarily, Pat would have enjoyed the feeling of a man's balls flailing the warm, moistness of her cunt. But she couldn't enjoy very much with 13 inches of cock furiously trying to find the other side of her back.
Belle's dick was pressing so hard against Pat's vaginal walls that she could feel the lump, that was the head of Belle's dick, in her abdomen.
Indeed, Belle looked down at the girl's stomach and a small knot rose and fell with each of his thrusts.
"Lordy, lordy!" he exclaimed. "That's why I like the young ones."
Belle forced his dick deep into Pat's aching cunt. He placed his hand against her abdomen just above her pubic hair and felt the lump. "It's the head of my dick," he cried out, massaging the lump with the tips of his fingers. "Damn! That feels good."
Belle ignored Pat's screams and her struggles only inspired him to greater heights of pain-seeking.
He forced his shoulders against Pat's legs, forcing her twat to roll forward toward Pat.
Belle then forced the remainder of his umbrella sized cock as far in as humanly possible.
Pat screamed loudly and often: "Eeeeeeek! Eeeeeeek!"
While her cries were born of pain, she also hoped that someone might hear her and cause enough commotion to make Belle get up for just a few moments just long enough for her to escape.
But just as Belle had warned, the room was sound proof. Her screams touched the walls and went no further.
Belle's eyes were as big as saucers. He was still on his hands ranging above the slim, well-built teenager. The muscles in his ass were flexed with effort to force his elephant's trunk through the walls of her vagina.
Tears were beginning to flow from Pat's eyes. The pain was more than she could bear.
"Hang on, dearie," Belle reassured her, "I'm about to come."
Belle lay across the girl with his dick rammed against the rim of her cunt, the shaft and head so deep, Pat thought it would come through her mouth.
Pat continued to struggle. And despite the old man's age he acquitted himself well. He held her down firmly despite her furious struggles.
"Aaaah!" Belle bellowed as he climaxed.
Pat screamed along with Belle's bellows out of sheer unadulterated pain.
He rolled over on his side. His long dick snaked out of the girl's throbbing hole. She too rolled over, clutching her abdomen.
She moaned in pain and she moaned in relief.
"Man!' Belle exclaimed. "That surely was good. Now all I need is dessert."
Pat stopped feeling sorry for herself. She turned over and faced Belle. "What the hell do you mean by dessert," she angrily snapped.
"Dessert. Dessert. The topper to a meal, a feast."
"And just what does that consist of."
"Well, what do you do with dessert?" he questioned pedantically as if Pat was a child unable to understand his words.
"Well," Pat offered hesitantly, "you eat it."
"That's my little girl."
Belle crawled across the bed until his massive dong was near Pat's face.
Pat perused the curled monstrosity. It looked to her that she might have problems getting the head of the dick into her mouth. The damn thing was like a big all day sucker.
Belle shook the python-like penis from side to side. Cum was still pouring from the mouth of Belle's prick.
"Come on, honey. Let's see you do your stuff."
Pat took Belle's cock in her hand. The length and breadth of the thing made her fist look like a child's curled around a large toy.
She swung the head of it toward her. She placed her fingers at the orifice and wiped the pouring cum off of it.
"Don't worry about that," he advised. "That there stuff won't hurt you. In fact it might make more of a woman of you. Go ahead suck some of it before it stops."
She drew the full measure of Belle's cock toward her and licked the cum from the very tip. No sooner than her tongue had flicked away the mass of whitish cum than another blob appeared. She licked the goo draining into her mouth and swallowed the sticky clump with relish.
This, Pat marveled, wasn't so bad. She forced the end of Belle's dick into her salivating mouth and sucked the ass into the back of her throat and swallowed. She repeated the process several more times until she began to feel as if she had eaten several dozen clams.
Pat's tongue flicked against the tip of Belle's dick. There was no room to lick the head and the glans penis. All she could do was allow her tongue to work on the oozing tip.
Belle lay on his back with his eyes closed. His prick had shriveled after he had cum. But even in its flaccid state.. Belle's prick was still one of the wonders of the world.
Pat's eyes followed the length of the ponderous member, noting every vein, pimple and wart.
She massaged the massive whang with both hands, milking its ample juices into her mouth.
Belle was moaning softly. He was still excited. But at his age, one climax was just about all he wanted to stand for the night. He was content to have his cock played with for a few hours while he laid back and enjoyed the sight.
Although Pat didn't relish being dorked again by Belle's weapon that passed for a dick, she didn't mind filling her mouth with cock. Especially a cock this imposing. She caressed the length of prick with her hands and rubbed it against her face. After awhile it seemed very much like a toy or rubber ducky a child might play with.
She rolled the big cock in her hands and rubbed it against her thighs.
Belle simply lay back and enjoyed the view and the feeling.
"You know, honey," he drawled in his best Virginian, "I think that you and your sisters are going to get that account. I haven't had a balling like this in years. You know, I just love your screaming."
"I didn't scream because I was trying to stimulate you. I screamed because you seriously hurt me. Why I'm surprised that I'm not bleeding."
"Don't let that throw you, Patricia, my dear. like I said, I've had plenty of experience with this sort of thing."
The following morning, Pat, Jane and Sarah met at their new agency.
"I just talked to Belle on the phone," Jane told her sisters seated around a table. "It would seem that we have managed to lock up an account that heretofore has eluded the finest advertising men in the world. Three cheers for the joys of sex."
The girls stood up and waved their clenched fists in the air in victory.
"I say we celebrate," Sarah suggested.
Pat stood alongside her. "Yeah, let's get Phillip, Jack and Taft and have a party."
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Sarah exclaimed in anticipation of another orgy. "Let's fuck 'em until they say uncle."
Pat interjected. "Before you get too carried away, Sarah, don't forget to reach out and touch someone."
At first Sarah eyed her quizzically. Then her face brightened as she remembered. "Robert!"
That evening, the Marx house was alive with music and the lust of and for life. Bennington, whose daughters had used all the possible wiles a woman could muster, was the most ecstatic. "I knew you could do it," he assured them. "I just didn't know when."
Robert and Sarah found themselves a nice, dark corner and began tongue kissing and manipulating each other, while Jane and her two high-priced fucking salesmen meandered around looking for a place to alight and repeat what they'd done before. All of them had liked their past romp. Pat left Phillip sitting at the dinner table reading the Wall Street Journal. She sat in her dad's lap.
"I guess you're the lady of the day," Bennington told his lovely blonde daughter. "You were the final straw that broke Belle's back."
"Do you love me, Daddy?" Pat chimed. "Of course, I love you. You're my daughter."
"But I mean, do you really love me. The way Belle loved me."
"Well considering what you pulled off, I sure do love you." He kissed her on the cheek and neck.
She returned the favors with more verve and sensuality.
Before long, she and her father were French-kissing. Bennington didn't particularly care for this sort of intramural hanky-panky but he couldn't deny his daughter anything.
She kissed him again on the lips and rolled her ass against his lap. Bennington sighed.
"Well, I suppose you should be rewarded for your devotion to duty."
He kissed her lovingly and passionately on her mouth. She straddled him and began raining kisses on his forehead and face.
Their tongues met in intertwined delight.
"Oh, Daddy!" Pat moaned. "I love you so much."
Pat reached into her father's crotch and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper. She reached into his pants and pulled his hot dick out of his pants. Belle was not the only one with a thirteen-inch peter.
"Pat! Pat!" Bennington entreated. "Now you know society frowns on this sort of hanky panky."
Pat pooh-poohed her father's objections. "I don't care what society thinks. Society doesn't pay our way. Besides, in school we learned that there are many societies in which incest is actually sought to better the blood lines."
Pat rubbed her father's lengthy throbbing meat with her open hand.
Bennington tried to extract himself from his daughter's sensual rump but the force of her weight held him tight in the chair. And, he wasn't as young as he used to be.
"You don't have to worry, Daddy," Pat whispered in his ear. "This is sexuality born of love. We have nothing to fear. We're not planning to have a child or something silly like that."
Bennington looked into his daughter's limpid blue eyes. He stroked her coarse blonde hair. He knew he couldn't refuse her anything. He kissed her desperately on the mouth.
Pat slipped between her father's legs and kneeled on the floor. She took hold of two handfuls of cock and stroked it slowly up and down, stretching the loose skin of Bennington's massive penis over the corona.
Bennington closed his eyes. "MMMM!" he moaned gutturally.
Bennington's objections to incest dissolved in a fit of lust and parental loving. Bennington, after all, had been both mother and father to his daughters. Perhaps this was a logical consequence of his dual posture.
He placed his hand around his daughter's petite fists and helped her masturbate his cock.
As droplets of cum bubbled to the surface of Bennington's cock, Fat licked the sparkling rivulets off the tip of his dick, rolling the strands of semen over her tongue and teeth.
Bennington's chest heaved and fell as his passion skyrocketed.
"Oh, Pat," he breathed, helping the girl pump his prick.
Pat dropped her open mouth over the head of the large, long peter.
The duo's pumping hands slapped against Pat's open mouth.
She freed one hand and squeezed her father's balls gently.
"Oh!" Bennington moaned in passionate ecstasy.
Bennington pulled Ins hand away from Pat's pumping hand and stroked her light hair.
Pat filled her mouth with more and more of her father's massive peter.
Her mouth devoured almost half of Bennington's thirteen inches. She turned her head to the side so she could stuff more of the rigid penis into her mouth.
Her hand continued to stroke the length of juicy meat.
Small streams of cum dripped down Bennington's shaft and drenched his balls.
Pat's hand was filled with saliva and cum. She released his balls and smeared her hand along the shaft of Bennington's cock. Her hand slipped and slid up and down the large wad with the swiftness of a skate on ice.
Bennington closed his eyes and moaned. His daughter's hot, wet mouth caressed the end of his prick with fervent eagerness.
Finally, Bennington could stand no more. His balls were straining with the effort to control his climax. He reached down and lifted his daughter up. She wiped the cum from her lips and slipped her cut-off jeans down her tan, strong thighs.
Bennington almost fainted as he touched her sopping wet cunt lips.
Pat held Bennington's penis in her hand and backed onto it, directing its sizable head into her red, sweet lips.
The magnificent head of Bennington's love rod forced its way into his daughter's pulsing cunt.
Pat eased the long wad of dick into her vagina. She had a full four to five inches inside her when her bare feet slipped on the carpet, sending her round full buttocks slamming against Bennington's lap.
Bennington's ruler-long penis plunged into the depths of Pat's cunt. "OOOOOOOuch!" Pat screeched as the full thirteen inches intruded on her youthful twat.
Pat struggled to reach the arms of the chair Bennington was sitting in. She needed the arms of the chair to raise herself off the long tube of meat threatening to break through into her mouth.
She found the arms of the chair and pulled herself off the foot-long penis.
She spread her legs and peered between her legs. She almost swooned as she watched the long tube of meat gradually emerge from her wet, hot pussy.
She eased herself down onto the long cock until it touched the horn of her womb. The slight tingling and pain was a signal to her to lift herself once again and descend upon the rigid joy stick once more.
Bennington opened his eyes and watched as his peter entered and emerged from his daughter's pussy.
The hair surrounding her red cunt was wet with cum and juices.
Bennington fondled the lips of her pussy, rubbing his finger along them as they gripped his prick.
Pat continued her rising and falling motion on Bennington's penis. Her tanned visage showed the strain of manipulating her weight.
Pat's hands began to sweat with the effort of raising and lowering almost the full weight of her body.
Suddenly, her sweaty hands slipped and the full measure of Bennington's penis filled her vagina. The pain of the extreme penetration shocked her and sent electricity up her spine.
She arched her back and leaned her head against Bennington's shoulder. Her mouth was open and her tongue lashed back and forth as if seeking an all-day sucker.
Bennington placed his open mouth on hers and their tongues danced a dance of a thousand delights.
Bennington forced his tongue as far into Pat's throat as its length would allow.
Pat's soft, whipping tongue began to fill Bennington with the urgency of climax.
His body shook and convulsed as jism foamed to End of his prick and filled his daughter's anxious cunt.
"Oh, Daddy!" Pat breathed into her father's ear. "You're the only one in the world I really love."
She laid her head against her father's shoulder and bathed in the afterglow of climax. She moaned and cooed as Bennington's grand slammer began to shrink. Pat sighed as the peter shrank drawing itself out of her cunt ever so slowly.
"Ooooo!" Pat exclaimed. "That feels so good."
Bennington wrapped his arms around his daughter. "You know, Honey," he said "I haven't felt like this in years. I've had plenty of women over the last few years but none of them have ever filled me with the sheer joy and ecstasy that you have.
"In some ways, I suppose, our loving is a sin. Yet, in others it is the most joyous experience on earth. Perhaps it's the forbidden element of the act that excites the senses and inflames the passions."
