The crowd at the Club Starlight was mostly young pecker-heavy guys, with a sprinkling of dames. It was a topless and sometimes bottomless joint where you could get a meal between drinks and watch the girls at almost any time of the day or night.
Spike Martin, dark and slim as a gigolo, but tougher than he looked, sat curled around a highball at the end of the long bar and stared at a blonde cutie on the ledge. She must be a cunt that Dutch had picked up himself, Spike thought. She saw him looking at her and wriggled over above him and grinned down, revolving her snatch and bouncing her tits. Spike nodded and slid a dollar bill folded lengthwise into the kitty. The blonde blew him a kiss.
The ledge was a feature that Dutch had picked up somewhere-Dutch himself had never had an original idea in his life-and built into the club. It was a runway that ran around three sides of the room. Mostly naked broads paraded around it, shaking tits and showing as much of the merchandise as they could get away with. When the heat was off, they went absolutely peach-fuzz naked. Usually they wore G-strings the size of a pencil eraser. Guys made dates with the dames on the ledge and met them outside later. Dutch didn't encourage that kind of stuff, but he couldn't prevent it. He warned the ledge girls: "Don't fuck them guys up against the side of the building, for crissake ... take 'em out in the parkin' lot."
Dutch liked class.
But the ledge was a good deal. It was the reason Dutch could advertise continuous entertainment. He always kept at least one pussy up there shaking her tail.
It was a good thing for Spike Martin, too. He was an agent. There was a lot of turnover of girls who worked the ledge. So he could always get some good-looking piece for a few bucks. Dutch didn't pay much for ledge girls because he knew they were usually showing off what they had and making outside dates. Guys would sit at the bar, looking up at the tits and snatches, and get real hard. Then a word to the bartender and they'd slide out to the parking lot and get their rocks off.
Lutzi was not a ledge girl. She was the star of the show, a dancer. She had a brassy voice and could carry a tune, but with little natural music. No one came to hear her; they came to see her shake and wriggle and writhe, and bump her ass off.
Spike looked at his watch. The late show was late-as usual. It was advertised for one in the a.m. and it never came on till at least one-thirty. Dutch liked to pack the house, of course. He had guys out on the street, telling passersby that Lutzi was about to give out free hard-ons. Which she did.
The bar was full, the tables jammed and guys were standing here and there in little groups, talking and ogling the ledge pussy. The smoke was drifting in layers. Then the girl ran her hand seductively around his waistband. "Hi, baby."
Spike glanced over his shoulder. It was the same blonde who had shook it at him from the ledge. She was standing in back of him, pressing her crotch against his backside, rubbing it and bumping it suggestively against his butt. He liked the feel of it. Her lips were close to his ear and she said, "My name's Diane," and rubbed her breasts on his back.
He turned slightly to get a better look at her. She was wearing a thin, satiny-finish blouse that was open to her knees, and a short skirt about the size of a pen wiper. When he turned, his shoulder brushed her left tit and he could feel that she was pure girl under the blouse. He gave her an interested smile. She wasn't a day over sixteen, lush and shapely as hell-as he had already seen from the ledge. Close up she was fresh and radiant, even in the gloom of the saloon, through the smoke.
She said, her lips still close to his ear, "You're Mr. Spike Martin ... the bartender said so."
"Yeah, kid, what's on your mind?" Man, she was cute!
She grinned, and her hand slipped into his lap. Her fingers sought and found his cock, massaging it deftly through the cloth of his pants. She said, "I know you handle Lutzi ... maybe you'd handle me?"
Spike slid his free hand around her ass. Jesus! what an ass! Firm and silky and round ... he had a terrible hard-on, which she was inciting. He wanted to fuck this fluff! And she knew it.
He also wanted to see Lutzi's number. She had changed the act slightly and wanted his opinion. The band was tuning and a kind of excitement was running through the joint. Lutzi would be out in a minute.
But if the blonde kept rubbing his cock, he would shoot it all over the goddam bar. Spike slid his hand up under her skirt and patted her practically bare ass ... she still had only the G-string on. He made up his mind, feeling that gorgeous girl-flesh. He said, "Let's go talk about it, kid." He slid off the stool, turned her toward the back door-to the .parking lot-and four guys rushed for his bar stool. The crush pushed him into her; she let go the cock and he jammed it at her butt, holding her about the waist and hips. She gave him a quick smile over her shoulder and he propelled her to the door.
By the time he got her to the door he was damn near giving her a dry fuck. His cock was harder than ever, arrowing into her soft ass. They had to fight past the crowds coming in, but they made it. Once through the door, Spike pulled her to the left along a narrow walkway; he knew this club inside out.
Away from the throngs of people, Diane's hand slipped back and grabbed his cock again. He paused in the shadow of a group of trees and kissed her. She unzipped him expertly and dived both hands into his pants.
She was eating his tongue. He held her, one hand at her back; the other swept down over her belly and up into her crotch. He had a handful of squirming, wet pussy; he could smell it.
She held his balls with one hand and jazzed him with the other. She hissed, "Where the fuck is your car?"
Spike didn't think he'd make it that far, but he pulled her along the path. He had to let go the cunt to hold her sinuous hips with both hands, guiding her. It was dark as hell. They had to detour around the end of the club building, and Diane skidded to a halt. He rammed her with the cock and she squealed softly. Instantly he pushed it down and brought it up into the cleavage of her butt. Ohhh, warm. She pushed her ass against it and he made fucking motions.
She said, "Go on, get it in."
No, he didn't want to screw her that way. He got her around the building and over to his car. It was in the employees' part of the lot, and they probably wouldn't be bothered. He opened the rear door and shoved her in. She yelped and sprawled on the cold seat. She turned instantly, legs kicking and waving; Spike jumped in and got on her.
She said, "Ohhh, Jesus, let's go!" Her legs were spread, arms reaching for him. She grabbed the hard prick and pulled it to her. Spike felt it skim along her thigh, then sink into her. She bucked upward. "Ohhhh, yeah...."
Then he was fucking her. Man, it was in a yard and a half, touching bottom. He had a big prick and he fed it to her in heat. Her legs came up about his waist, her breath was hot on his neck; she was panting. "Give it to me, honey-give it to me." Man, she was a hot little piece!
He shook the whole car, ramming it into her. She smelled good, and her hot tongue was licking into his ear. She was also squeezing his cock with her cunt-and he couldn't hold it. Man, he had to let go!
Spike heard her coo and giggle when he shot the wad. She held him tight as he bucked and jerked, ramming her and battering her pussy-then slowly backing off. It wasn't every broad who could tease him into a fast unloading. This one had something.
He told her, breathing hard, "Hey, you got a hot box, kid."
She giggled. "You like, huh?"
"You dam betcha. Baby, you are a great little fuck."
"Yeah, I know." She sighed. "That's the trouble, Mr. Martin. That's why I can't get no place. All they want to do is screw me."
"Yeah? I don't blame 'em. You a friend of Dutch's?"
She shrugged under him. "Well, not really. I came into the club the other day asking for a job as a dancer."
Spike finished it for her. "So Dutch took you into his office, fucked you on the couch, and gave you a job on the ledge."
"Yeah."
"You wanna be a dancer, huh?"
She nodded in the gloom of the car. "I can dance."
"Yeah, I saw you shaking your ass."
"I don't mean that kind of dancing ... I can really dance. Any girl can shake her titties. Will you handle me, Mr. Martin?"
"Listen, you oughta be able to call me Spike now, huh? I still got some meat in you." He humped his hips against her.
She said, "Okay, Spike. It's still hard, too. You want some more?"
"You didn't crack one."
"I never do," she said, sighing.
"Why not?"
"I dunno. I've been to a lot of doctors but they haven't helped. I just can't seem to have an orgasm. I've tried just about everything...." Spike pulled the cock out of her and wiped it off. She was a strange one ... what a body! He could imagine how she'd tried. Probably a line of guys a block long taking turns trying to make her pop. He sat beside her in the back seat and lit two cigarettes.
She said, "I love to screw-I just can't make it at the end. What time is it?"
He looked at his watch-Lutzi would be halfway through her number. He ought to bet back.
She said, "I have to go back on the ledge ... soon's Lutzi is through. Are you gonna fuck me again?"
Spike patted her boobies. "I got some business, kid. Leave your address and phone with Benny, the barman, huh? I'll see what's jumpin' around town. You dance nude?"
She nodded. "But I don't like to fuck in public."
"All right." He slid out of the car. "Just dancing. Do you sing?"
"Some." She came out, smoothing her skirt, buttoning the blouse. "I've done some acting. You know, little theater."
"Okay, baby. You're a client." Spike gave her his card. He patted her ass. "You're not married, are you?"
"Hell no." She laughed. "Are you?"
He shook his head, smiled, patted her round ass again and moved off toward the club. She would go in the back; he wanted to go around and count the house. Dutch would fuck him on the percentages if he could.
Lutzi was finishing one of the numbers. She was clad in a brilliant green silky garment that wasn't a dress or a toga-it was just something to show off her fantastic body. It clung to her and shimmered, not restricting movements or concealing any of the assets. Lutzi never went topless, she covered her tits, but in covering them she made the guy's mouth water worse than at the bare breasts on the ledge.
She was out there alone, with the spotlight, moving close to the ringside tables, wriggling her beautiful ass, singing a brassy song, but always moving. She would pick out a bald customer, eye him provocatively, wink and revolve her twat almost in the guy's perspiring face. Everyone else would scream and yell and come in their pants.
Then she took a half-dozen curtain calls, bowing, writhing and bumping, throwing kisses. They hated to let her go.
A flock of near-naked broads came charging out, shaking titties like crazy to calm the shouting crowd down. It happened every night.
He had a little conversation with Dutch, then went in to see Lutzi. He knocked and went into her dressing room. She looked up at him in the mirror. "Gimme a fag, baby."
He lit a cigarette for her. He could see she was annoyed. "Whassamatter?"
"Didjoo see that shit in the front row, playing with his cock the whole time? That ain't class. How'd you like the new act?"
"Great, baby. You are just great. You looked especially great tonight."
She smiled. Lutzi loved praise. "Yeah, I always look great." She turned from the mirror, naked from the waist up. Spike licked his lips and swallowed hard. He had seen those naked boobs a thousand times, but they still kicked his balls. Man, she had the last word in tits! Lutzi saw his look, smiled, and shook them a little. They wobbled like especially good Jello. She said, "I didn't see you out there, honey."
"I was countin' the house. Jesus, cover up those fuckin' tits. You gimme a hard-on."
She giggled and made no move to cover them.
He knew she was hot. A good act, a good wild crowd always heated her up; she had a curious, murky look in her eyes. Spike went over to the dressing table and she grabbed him, suddenly fighting to unzip his pants. In two seconds she would have his cock out, in her mouth, sucking on it. And tasting Diane.
Spike dropped to his knees in front of her; she squealed as he pushed her lovely legs up. Then she laughed throatily as he dived into her crotch. He licked up her cunt, back and forth, sucking the clit, licking the swollen lips of the squirming pussy, and Lutzi squealed and moaned. She slid down on the chair, gyrating the pussy as he licked it; She loved to be sucked off.
She was too stimulated to last long. Spike gave her the butterfly treatment, agitating her clit, and she writhed sensuously-then suddenly boiled over.
Moaning aloud, wordlessly, she grasped the chair with both hands, heaved her lovely shoulders, bucked her tawny body and fucked herself at his mouth. Spike had to let his prick out of the pants; it was so hard it hurt, wanting her. And midway in her orgasm, he slid up and oozed his cock into her and finished her off sucking her titties ... fucking her smoothly.
He picked her up, carried her to the bed and laid her down, still embedded, and fucked her hotly.
She purred contentedly during the whole time.
He almost forgot that Dutch was waiting for them downstairs.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohhhh-fuck!" Lutzi said, when he told her of the party downstairs with Dutch. She didn't like Dutch.
"But I owe him a favor," Spike said.
She frowned at him. "You didn't promise him I'll suck his dick, did you?"
"Hell no, baby. It's just a little party, nothing much. I think Dutch wants to show you off. C'mon, after all, he's paying the tab." Spike patted her ass. He knew that Dutch had been trying to spread Lutzi's legs ever since she had started working at the club. When she got hot, Lutzi would usually fuck anything with a prong, but she didn't like Dutch.
She looked at herself in the mirror, fussing with her long, dark hair. "No tricks, honey?" She glanced at him.
He held his hand up. "No tricks. I swear on a stack of condoms. What the hell, Dutch'll have dames there if he gets the ol' prongeroo up."
"Shit, you think he won't?"
"Sure he will. But that's his problem, huh? You can leave anytime you get bored."
She smiled then. "Okay, s'long's I don't get bored in the butt ... by Dutch. Jeez, that guy stinks." She kissed his cheek. "You sure you liked the new show t'night?"
"You were great, baby."
Lutzi smiled, satisfied. They went out and down the back steps, with her titties jiggling. She liked to feel them that way. She was hellishly proud of her knockers. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped her. "Listen, don't call Dutch a baboon to his face ... promise?"
She sighed. "Yeah, I promise."
He patted her ass again. "Good girl."
The downstairs rooms were an apartment, very lush and expensive. The walls were paneled wood, and there was a fireplace, a bar, two bedrooms and deep pile carpets. Dutch had spent dough on the place, like a penthouse in the basement. Few of the employees in the club knew it was there. It was Dutch's private gash house.
Lutzi pushed out her tits and went in with Spike following closely. Dutch yelled at her from across the room; he was half potted already. "Baby!" he yelled. "Hey, th' tits're here, now we c'n start."
"Hello, you horse's ass," Lutzi said under her breath. She smiled at Dutch.
Spike waved to everyone. There were four broads in the room, and he was surprised to see that one of them was Diane, the blonde he hath just pronged in the parking lot. She gave him a funny look, he thought. He smiled at her.
There were also two hoods, Tiny and Krisshard-boiled eggs. They were on Dutch's payroll as drivers or secretaries. Dutch never went anywhere without them. Kriss was fiddling with a tape machine; the music was too loud.
"Have a drink," Dutch said, waving at the bar. Tiny was leaning on it, staring at one of the girls, a bit-titted blonde. She was wearing a string of beads and a couple of wisps of cloth that flirted with her nipples.
Lutzi slinked to the bar and Spike winked at Dutch. Dutch wanted her so bad he could taste it, but he pulled the big-titted blonde into his lap. She smiled, cozied up to him and shoved the tits in his face, moving her ass on his lap. Dutch gurgled, grinning happily. He was a lumpy, ugly, ham handed baboon, Spike thought, watching the guy handle her.
"This's Betsy," Dutch said, squeezing tits. He squinted at Spike. "Fucks like a squirrel." He laughed.
"Vodka an' tonic," Lutzi said at the bar.
"Bet she does," Spike said, smiling at her. Betsy smiled back, batting her long lashes. She watched Dutch kiss her nipples. He went to the bar and slid onto a stool beside Lutzi. "Same thing," he said to Tiny.
Tiny had hands like sides of beef. He was short and broad, dumb as a plank, with pale cow eyes. "Yeah, sure," he said.
Kriss was just the opposite, skinny, not as short as Tiny, with a horse face, dark hair and teeth missing in front. He was smart enough to zip up his pants. He had finished with the tape player and was talking to a dark girl.
"Try dat," Tiny said, sliding glasses across the bar. He smiled at Lutzi. "You gimme a boner t'night, baby. You sure can shake 'em."
"Thanks," Lutzi said, sipping the drink. Spike knew she meant it. She nodded. "Tastes great." Tiny was pleased. He had done something right.
Spike slid off the stool to go after one of Dutch's cigarettes-no sense smoking his own. Dutch said, "I got a pal comin' around in a little while. Big shot." He glanced around the room. "You people treat 'im right, you hear?"
Betsy said, "You want us t' ball the guy?"
"If he wants it. He'll tell yuh." He put his mouth over her right tit and sucked hard on naked flesh while she writhed and giggled.
Spike lit the cigarette and glanced at Diane. Kriss had gone over to sit by her, patting her thigh, smiling at her like a cougar.
Lutzi was staring into her drink, tapping her toes to the music. Tiny, only three or four feet away, had a dark girl backed up to the bar, pushing his knees between hers. He stooped then and lifted her to the nearest stool and pushed his way between her thighs. She had to lean back, her elbows on the leather edge of the bar.
When Lutzi turned her head and looked at the girl, the girl said, "Oooo la la...." Lutzi snickered.
Spike slid onto the next stool and watched Tiny. Man, the big guy was going after it-he had his cock in the girl and was humping her like a hippo. You could tell what they were doing a mile away. Tiny's face was flushed and he was panting.
That was the way Dutch's parties went.
Lutzi turned her back on them. "Jeez, is this fertility day or something?"
"I'll get you another drink," Spike said. He went behind the bar and reached for the vodka bottle. Across the room Diane had a firm grip on Kriss's cock and was massaging it.
Dutch had the blonde down on the couch, licking her, feeling up between her legs as she giggled. The fourth girl was sitting near them, waiting for Dutch to get to her. Dutch's idea of a party was a place to feel up girls ... before he fucked them.
He made the drink and pushed it across the bar. Lutzi took a big gulp and rolled her eyes. "Let's get the fuck outa here," she said in a stage whisper.
Spike nodded, not knowing how he would manage it. Dutch would be sore as hell if he slipped Lutzi away ... but she would probably be annoyed if he didn't, and she had the pussy, not Dutch. He glanced at Tiny. The big guy was just getting his load off, puffing like a rhino. The dark girl was taking it, her legs up high around his body, skirt up under her tits. She was whispering to him, urging him on, and looking sidelong at Spike with a little wise smile.
Diane, across the room, was sitting on Kriss's lap, facing him, straddling him. Spike knew the guy had his cock in her by the way they moved together.
He was about to go talk to Dutch when the bell rang.
The bell was an arrangement whereby anyone opening the door upstairs gave a warning to those below. Dutch sat up. "Key, dat's him, I bet. You guys knock it off-"
Spike went back to the bar and shook his head at Lutzi. They'd have to stay now. He watched Tiny pull it out of the dark girl, sopping wet. Tiny, grinning at them, ran around the bar and mopped himself. The girl slid off the stool and found a cigarette, lighting it casually. Across the room, Diane slid off Kriss.
Dutch went over to the door and Rocco came in.
His name was Charlie Rocco; he was tallish and gray, with little diamond-hard eyes and a mouth like a knife cut. This was one of the tough ones, Spike knew. He knew it at a glance. Rocco was dressed better than anyone in the room; he looked like dough, and he looked like Mob. He said something to Dutch, the two of them smiled together, then Dutch guffawed and Rocco nodded and smiled, and looked straight at Lutzi.
Spike had seen that look before. It said, Baby, I wanna prong you.
So Dutch had promised this guy a piece of Lutzi ... Spike had no doubt about it. That meant Dutch wanted something from Rocco. Rocco was an important guy. He watched Dutch bring Rocco across the room and introduce him to Lutzi.
Rocco bowed over her hand. "I saw you about a year ago. You had a couple guys with you then."
Lutzi smiled automatically. "Yeah, I'm a single now." She'd had a trio once, but the two guys hadn't worked out. One of them had turned out to be a fairy, and the other one was constantly trying to screw her, even onstage.
"Is zat so?" Rocco said. "I'd like to see your act."
"Give 'im a taste, honey," Dutch said quickly. He snapped his fingers at Kriss. "Music ... somepin' hot."
Lutzi knew what she was there for. She glanced at Spike, who shrugged one shoulder, and she nodded. "Sure." She slid off the stool and slinked to the center of the floor, looking at them. "Anything special you want, Dutch?"
"Listen, dance for the gennelman," Dutch said with unaccustomed politeness. "Shake it a li'l bit. Wing it."
Tiny had a drink ready for the newcomer; Rocco half sat on a stool, sipping it. The music came on strong and Lutzi began to move. Rocco's eyes were riveted.
Smiling, Dutch went back to the couch and the blonde slid into his clutch. He shoved his hand down the neck of her dress absently and began to play with her boobies as he watched Lutzi.
Lutzi played to Rocco. She writhed her ass, batting her long lashes at him and smiling like an Italian movie queen sniffing American dollars. The room was hushed, everyone staring at the stuff Lutzi was doing. Her abdomen rolled, went through crazy concentric circles and contortions, and her pelvis bucked and rolled at the same time. Spike gulped his drink, feeling his cock stiffening. Even a robot would get a hard-on watching Lutzi churn her hips. And the more she writhed and undulated, the more Rocco stared. She went close to him, then closer, almost touching him, smiling into his hard face, and bumping her pussy at him, nice and easy, but teasing something awful. Spike wondered how the guy kept from dropping the drink and grabbing her. Rocco must be hard as nails, but he was betting red around the gills. Lutzi was getting to him.
She moved even closer, hung her nearly bare tits over his glass, and let him breathe in her perfume. She nuzzled one of his hands with the tits and whispered something to him. He licked his lips.
Spike managed to turn his head slightly. Everyone else was breathing hard, even the girls. Kriss was feeling up Diane again and Tiny's tongue was lolling out. The blonde had a tight cock hold on Dutch.
Lutzi was dancing away from Rocco, kicking off her shoes, writhing her loins in a breathtaking way. Somehow she had unfastened her blouse and her gorgeous tits were rolling and swaying heavily, almost but not quite naked. Spike got a peek at a pink nipple now and then. Lutzi was a master at teasing a guy till he could hardly stand it any longer. He looked at Rocco and it seemed the guy had stopped breathing. His face was very red.
Spike leaned against the bar and forced himself to take a deep breath. Now, he thought, he could write the rest of the scenario. This tough guy, Rocco, would wind up with Lutzi-take her somewhere and fuck her, and Dutch would wind up with something ... whatever it was Dutch wanted.
It looked like Dutch was paying off a debt with Lutzi's cunt.
He wondered if Lutzi sensed it, too. She was no fool.
She wound up the dance close to Rocco, bending forward, letting him get a good eyeful of titty, almost putting them in his hands. Rocco's hands were visibly trembling.
When the dance came to an end, everyone relaxed-only the cocks stayed hard. Spike sat on the stool near Rocco, sucking on a piece of ice, listening to Rocco tell Lutzi how wonderful she was. She loved it.
The dark girl came over, smiling at Spike. He ordered her a drink from the perspiring Tiny, and she slid her hand along his leg and curled her fingers around his stiff prong. "She sure can dance, huh?"
"Yeah," Spike agreed. He patted her ass. "What's your name, baby?"
"Connie." She squeezed his cock. "You're Spike Martin."
"Yeah, that's me." He listened to Rocco and Lutzi with one ear. She was calling him "Charlie" now.
Connie said "You got a big one, honey."
He asked her, "You a hooker, baby?"
"Hell no." She frowned for a second. "I'm a showgirl."
He patted her again. "No offense, baby. You're a lovely broad. Were you hired for this party? "
She shook her head. "I was for crissake invited to it." She put emphasis on the "invited." Spike grinned at her.
"I'd like to ball you, baby."
She smiled. "Okay, that'd be fun." She massaged his prick.
Rocco was leaving.
Spike watched Rocco, Dutch and Lutzi stroll to the door, talking and smiling. Lutzi turned and gave him a quick good-bye wave, then she was gone, with Rocco's hand moving possessively over her butt as she went through the door.
Spike sighed and stared at Connie's tits. He had hoped for another roll in the hay with Lutzi. That was the way it went. Shit.
But this broad had all the equipment that Lutzi did, and just as well distributed. He opened her blouse and cupped her lovely breasts in both hands, jiggling them, weighing them as she tittered lightly. The two pink nipples stared back at him; he kissed them softly, one after the other, feeling them harden under his tongue. She said, "Oooooooo...." Then she unzipped him and slipped her hand inside to grasp the shaft of his cock and work the skin back and forth.
Dutch said, "Ohhh, Jeez Christ!"
Spike glanced around. Dutch was sitting on the couch with his thick legs spread wide, his head back, mouth open. The blonde girl, Betsy, was kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock as hard as she could go.
CHAPTER THREE
Someone had turned the lights very low, Spike saw. The main reason for the party had come and gone-Rocco had come, been satisfied with Lutzi, and had taken her somewhere.
Now they could get down to the heavy fucking. Across the room Kriss had Diane on his lap again, straddling him, sitting on his prong as he undressed her.
Tiny was carrying the other dark girl into one of the two-bedrooms.
Connie pulled his cock out into the air, rolling it between her hands, jazzing it. She said, "Are you gonna sit on that fucking stool all evening?"
Spike kissed her tit, then took as much of it as he could into his mouth and sucked hard as she squirmed. He licked it good.
She said, "C'mon, I wanna get screwed."
"Aren't you gonna blow me?"
"Sure, if you want."
He looked at Dutch. The big guy was twitching as the girl sucked him. She was bearing down, going after it, taking most of the pecker into her mouth each time she went down. Then her cheeks hollowed as she went up, tonguing him all the way, then down again. She was giving him a helluva good frigging with her lips. Dutch's legs stiffened out on either side of her. His ass jerked.
Connie was watching it, too, leaning on him, giggling a little as she handled his cock. "Izzat what you want, honey?"
He said, "Listen, I'm gonna stick it in you anywhere it'll go." He slid both hands down over her hips, around her butt and up under the skirt. She was naked under the mini, nothing but bare ass. He pressed one hand down her ass-cleavage. She squirmed as he rubbed her rosebud.
Spike licked one tit. "You like it in the ass, baby?"
"I've been buggered b'fore."
"I said, did you like it?" He rubbed her asshole, then slid his finger into her cunt. She was sopping wet.
"Why don't you fuck me?"
Dutch began to yell. They looked at him, rearing up, clutching the couch with both hands. Betsy was sucking hard and frigging him with one hand; Dutch was coming like a steam engine. She sucked up the entire load, gulped it down, vely noisy about it. Spike could smell the jism from ten feet away.
He slid off the stool and pushed Connie toward the empty bedroom. Dutch stared at them with glazed eyes as they went by. Across the room Diane was still curled up on Kriss's lap, feeding him naked titty as he fucked her.
Connie was naked by the time they reached the bedroom. Spike kicked off his shoes, pushed down his pants and followed her to the bed, suddenly in a hurry. She laughed, spreading her legs wide, and he climbed on her, feeling her grasping the prong, guiding it. He surged it into her deeply; she responded, "Ohhhhh," and her legs slid about him, rubbing his buttocks.
He fucked her as hard as he could go. It was like driving a race car down a long, long slope, roaring and beating the tires against the road--pushing the pedal to the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs at the same time-and driving the goddam thing off the end of the pier.
He came, jerking and spurting, panting like a distance runner, trying to batter her ass with his hard balls. Connie only held him, purring and letting him beat himself out. It took a while, then his body felt wooden, stiff and numb. He relaxed on her, feeling his kisses on his cheek, unable to do more than breathe. He was pooped to his socks. Fucked out.
And slowly he drifted off, listening to her heartbeat under him.
When he woke he was on his back, feeling slightly cold. He looked down, smacking his lips, his mouth furry. He was half naked, and he remembered. He had come in and booted Connie.
Now he was alone on the bed. He had the feeling it was much later: He studied the dial of his watch, but couldn't see it clearly. His eyes bleared. Had he had that much to drink? His mouth was fuzzy as hell, and dry. When he sat up, his head buzzed a little. Not a headache, but buzzy.
Pushing off the bed, he stood, rocky but gaining strength. He tottered to the door and stared at the main room. Dutch was still on the couch, stark naked, with two girls. One of them, the dark girl that Tiny had been boffing, was sucking Dutch's dick. The other one, her back to Spike, was sitting on his face.
Tiny was sprawled on the floor, naked, snoring.
He didn't catch sight of either Kriss or Connie.
His pants and shoes were on the floor; he put them on slowly, automatically, wondering how Lutzi was faring. She was his best client, after all. He hoped Rocco hadn't worn her out.
Spike paused in the middle of the room, looking at them. It was a half-drunk Diane, sitting on Dutch's mouth. She leered at him, clutching the back of the couch. Dutch was licking her pretty good. He could see Kriss in the bedroom, with the other two girls, Connie and Betsy.
Man, he was beat. He waved to them all and went out.
His apartment was about a mile from the club. He went home and piled into bed.
The ringing phone woke him in the morning. He managed to get the receiver off the hook. "Yeah?"
"Hey, honey-it's Connie...."
"Connie? " He felt drugged.
Her voice was louder. "Connie, for crissake. Don't say you don't remember me, godammit." Spike chuckled. "Yeah, I r'member you, baby. The girl with the delicious tits. Whatchoo want?"
"You promised me a job."
He blinked. "I did? Doin' what?"
"Listen, I'm coming right over." She hung up. Spike stared at the phone in his hand. Wearily he put it back on the cradle. Struggling out of bed, he stumbled into the shower and woke up to the stinging needles and to soap in his mouth. When he came out, draping a robe loosely about his nakedness, she was at the door.
She looked great. Spike stared at her; she was fresh and beautiful, big tits bulging out of a lownecked dress that was tight across a trim ass.
Jesus, a lot of girl! He clicked the lock behind her. "Hi, baby."
Connie sat on his couch, crossed her legs, and lit a cigarette. She was all legs, it seemed. Lovely ones. Spike felt his pecker twitch. She said, "You were telling me last night, hotcock, that you could place me in a half dozen spots."
He grinned and sat opposite her on a hassock, flipping a cigarette between his lips. "Hell, the way you're put together, baby, that's no trouble. What d'you do?"
She smiled. "Dance an' sing and wiggle my ass, what else?"
"You wanna job on Dutch's ledge?"
She stopped smiling. "I unnerstand the girls hafta suck off Dutch."
He shrugged. "Every hour on the hour. You can do it."
"I d'want that fuckin'job. Dutch stinks."
He lit the cigarette, staring at her titties ... recalling how good they had tasted the night before. It she didn't want to work for Dutch, there was Willy Shultz. Willy was usually in need of gorgeous girl stuff. He reached out and felt her breasts. She didn't move, only looked at him.
He said, "You are really stacked, kiddo."
"Are you gettin' a hard-on?"
Spike chuckled. "I dunno." He opened the robe and looked at it. The pecker was stiffening.
Connie giggled, watching it arch out. She said, "Look-it wants me."
"So spread your legs, honey."
She put her cigarette in a dish, leaned forward and grasped the cock, feeling it, kneading it. It got very hard. She said, "Listen, I d'wanna get all sweaty...."
"Open your fuckin' legs," Spike ordered. Connie shrugged. She moved forward on the couch, sitting on the very edge of it, lifting her legs and parting them. Her pussy sat there, barely covered by the triangle of thin cloth.
Spike surged off the hassock and knelt in front of her, presenting the pecker to the secret place. He picked the cloth away and rubbed her twat with his prong. She squirmed.
"Don't get me all sweaty, honey, huh? I gotta meet the boyfriend in about an hour."
"Sure, baby." Spike slid the prick into her very smoothly and sedately. He fucked it in, an inch at a time, till it was all buried. "Now," he said, "we can talk." She giggled.
"Whatcha want to talk about, screwing?"
He shook his head, pumping her gently-it felt good. "No. Tell me where you worked last."
"In a goddam department store."
"No-I mean in the business ... show business."
"Oh." She licked her lips. "I was in a play once, you know, summer stock. I was a friend of the star, guy named Johnny Ferris."
"How'd you get the part, eating him or booting him?"
She sighed. "Eating him. You know 'im?"
"No." He fucked her for a couple of minutes, wondering whether to ask her to blow him, then decided against it; she couldn't talk with the cock in her mouth. He watched the long weenie slide in and out of her furry nest. Connie was really a gorgeous piece of ass. Maybe she was too good for Willy Shultz.
She said, "Ooooo, that feels good. You're hung like a real stud, honey." She was lying back, eyes half-closed, a sweet smile on her pretty face. Dark hair curled to her shapely shoulders and her big titties moved heavily at each stroke.
"You like a big cock, baby?"
She smiled lazily. "What d'you think?"
"I think I forgot to stick it up your ass las' night."
"You can take a rain check. I told you, I d'wanna get all worked up. How about the job?"
"You ever been to the Sky Room?"
"No, what's that?"
"It's a nightclub, on a roof. Run by a guy named Shultz, a real nice shithead."
"You mean a prick like Dutch?"
"Yeah, like him. Only Shultz ain't so fuckin' ugly. You won't puke if he sticks it in you-and he will."
"They all do?"
He nodded. "Yeah, they all do. Shultz runs a girlie show, lots of bare tits and bare ass, dirty jokes onstage from the comics, and lots of groping."
She giggled. "I better not tell the boyfriend where I'm working."
"Not if he's jealous, baby."
Connie patted her forehead. "Jesus, you're getting to me." She sighed. "Godammit, why'd I tell him I'd meet him?"
Spike grinned, pumping it into her faster and harder. "Whynchoo ditch this guy? We'll strip naked an' fuck ourselves silly."
She shook her head. "I can't."
He rammed it in hard and jazzed her with it, keeping the pressure on, jabbing her with little short strokes, revolving his loins against her soft crotch; he leaned over her and licked up between her breasts. She moaned.
He hissed. "C'mon, we'll fuck all day an' sixty-nine all night."
"No-I can't-hurry up, shoot it-fuck me."
"What's with this guy?"
She mopped her, forehead. "Nothing. I'm just nuts about him, that's all. Hurry up an' come."
"You're a dingaling," he growled, fucking hard.
It took him five minutes more to blow the wad. And she was sweaty, after all. She jerked and writhed when he spurted, and he knew, as he stiffened and shuddered in the grip of the orgasm, that she had let go, too. He could see the perspiration beading her forehead as he thrust spasmodically, feeling the jism draining him.
He flopped on the couch when she went into the bathroom and cleared away the ravages, smoothing herself. Then he got her Willy Shultz's address. When she came out he gave it to her. "I'll call him and tell him you're coming around tomorrow. Right?"
"Right," she said, putting it away in her purse. She giggled as he turned her in his arms, putting her back on his chest, fondling her breasts, then bumping his soft cock at her butt.
"I'm gonna cornhole you yet, baby."
"Promise?" she asked, and went out, blowing him a kiss.
He stood at the door and watched her ass wriggle down the hall. Shit, what a woman! He wanted to run after her and fuck her in the elevator.
She knew he was watching her, too, because when she reached the bend in the hall she turned, smiling, and blew him another kiss. Then she glanced around quickly, raised her mini till he could see the dark patch, and gave him a couple of lewd bumps with an obvious meaning.
Spike swore, slamming the door and feeling his cock. It had got hard again. Shit. He should have fucked her in the ass when he had the chance.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Sky Room was only seven floors up, a large remodeled loft; it looked slightly tacky by daylight.
But the receptionist who greeted him was anything but tacky. She was a gum-chewing blonde with huge breasts and a certain knowledge that men liked to look at them. She smiled as Spike gazed down the cleavage and told her he wanted to see Willy.
"He's over in the club, honey," she said. "Looking at auditions. Can I help you?"
"Baby, you could do a lot for me...."
"Tell me more," she urged, leaning forward.
He ran a hand under the nearest tit, squeezed it warmly, and let go. "You're making me forget what I came here for."
He could hear her giggles as he walked across to the club door and went inside. His cock was twitching. He stood in the dimness of the far end of the big room, listening to the music, watching several skimpily clad girls shake what they had. Most of the room was tables, on three or four levels, but there was a stage area and a bandstand just across from him.
A guy was playing the piano, three girls were dancing, a dozen or more were waiting, and Willy Shultz was sitting at a table, listening, with his arm lecherously draped around a cute redhead.
Spike crossed the room and slid into a chair by Willy. "Hi, Willy. Nice stuff."
Willy Hadn't been watching the dancers, he had been whispering with the redhead and apparently gazing down the neck of her dress. He jerked his head around. "Oh-it's you, Spike. Where the fuck you come from?"
Willy was a stocky guy, built like a truck driver, with a thick head of curly dark hair; he had a gravel voice and was a sharp dresser. The redhead peered at him and Spike wanted to whistle. Willy could pick 'em. She was stacked, a neckline to her knees, big titties showing, and she looked at least fifteen.
"I heard you were holding auditions," Spike said. "I sent a girl over."
"Yeah? Who?"
"A broad named Connie. You'll like her, a great piece of ass. I dunno if she can dance or not."
Willy snickered. "Who cares from dancing? I'm lookin' for another coupla cocksuckers as good's baby here." He glanced at the redhead who smiled at him.
Spike said, "How can you tell if they're cocksuckers if they're up on the goddam stage?" He motioned at the dancers.
Willy shrugged. "That's jus' to satisfy them union pricks. I let 'em dance, then I take 'em into the office and we get down to business." He slid his arm down the redhead's shoulder and captured her right titty, playing with it casually. "I haven't seen this broad of yours."
Spike had already glanced along the line of waiting girls. Connie wasn't among them. "She'll show," he said. He grinned at the redhead. "I'm Spike Martin. Come see me, if Willy fires you."
Willy cleared his throat. "This's Ann. Ann baby, say hello to the worst agent in the goddam business."
She said, "Hello," in a tiny voice. Maybe it was because Willy was strangling her. He had a big-handed hold on her titty.
"An' forget that stuff about firing her. She don't work for me, huh, baby?" Willy snickered. "Well, not on the show anyways." He looked around at the stage, then yelled, "You kids-take five, huh?"
The piano player stopped and the girls smiled and began to chatter. Most of them rose and trooped out to the left.
Willy went over and talked to the piano player for a few moments. Spike looked at Ann. She was demurely smoothing her very short mini over firm round thighs. Her blouse was open to her navel with two gorgeous titties nearly poking out, but she did nothing to correct that.
He said, "You're something baby, you know that?"
She smiled. "Thanks. Are you really an agent?"
He handed her a card and she studied it. She said, "I wanna be an actress."
"You got any training?"
She shook her head. He said, "Come an' see me anyway." Man, he could really get a boner for this one!
She could see the lust in his eyes; she snickered, licking her lips. "You just wanna fuck me."
"That too, baby. That too." He wondered if she'd ever had it up her butt. He watched her put the card in her purse; he wanted to reach out and grab one of those tits, but Willy was returning now.
Willy said, "Le's go in the office. I wanna ask you something." He reached for Ann and she jumped up, titties bobbing. Spike followed them across the room, into a long hallway. There were a dozen scantily clad girls there, chatting and smoking.
As Willy went past them slowly he reached out with both hands, feeling, patting fannies, saying "Hello, honey" to this girl, "Hi ya, baby" to that one. Ann walked on ahead, into the office.
Spike knew several of the girls, too, and patted fannies as he went by. One of the girls was Letty, a cute brownette who had once sucked him off in a dark car while her husband waited across the street. Another was Sally-Ann, a willowy, sad-eyed girl who was a fucking machine and who worked as a hooker between dancing jobs. A third was Rheba, a sweet-faced little blonde who had taken him home-she lived with an invalid mother-for a drink one night, and had slid off his lap and dived into his crotch. She had sucked his cock while answering questions from her mother in the next room.
Rheba giggled at him and Spike slid his hand under her skirt and squeezed and caressed her pussy warmly, managing to work a slithery finger into it as she came along with him a few steps. He told her to come by and see him and she said she would. "But you haven't got me a job for months...."
Willy had paused to fondle a big, ink black-haired Italian girl, pulling her to him, rubbing her ass and bouncing her big tits. Spike shoved his finger as deep as it would go into Rheba, feeling her clit harden. She said, "Oooo, stop that...." But she moved closer and undulated her shapely ass.
He glanced at the other girls, who had retreated down the hallway. He said, "Jesus, baby, I'm a lousy agent, you know that. You wanna work Dutch's ledge?"
"Fuck Dutch," she said, smiling sweetly. "Get me a job in a dog'n'pony act somewhere."
Spike laughed. Rheba was a cute one. "Lemme see what's around," he said, and went into the office behind Willy, wiping his finger on his pants seam.
Willy clicked the lock and flopped onto a soft twin couch, pulling Ann down beside him. "Gimme a little head, honey," he said to her. He pointed to the bar. "Getcher self a drink, Spike. How's that asshole, Dutch, these days?"
Spike moved to the bar and rattled glasses. The redhead was curling herself up in Willy's lap, unzipping him. He licked his lips, watching her flip the meat out and gulp at it. Ann was unconcerned as though in the middle of nowhere.
"Dutch's just the same," Spike said, pouring whiskey into a glass. "Homy as ever." Man, Ann was going down on Willy like it was the last she'd ever get. Willy had been soft when she'd attacked it, but now he was hard as tool steel, jutting up in a very obscene exhibition. Willy grinned at him.
"You don't mind, huh, pal? I need a little relaxation." Willy patted Ann's nearly bare ass. "A guy gets tired watchin' pussy all morning. Siddown."
Spike sat on the other couch, across from them. He had a hard-on, too. Damn, he should have pulled Rheba in here and let her blow him-if he'd known Willy was going to ... He wondered what it was that Willy wanted this time.
"Gawd, that feels good," Willy said, grinning like a big ape. "You are the greatest, honey...." He slapped her ass and Ann giggled over the head of the cock, licking it. She batted her black lashes at Spike, smiling mysteriously around the prick.
Willy said, "I need some good-lookin' broads, pal, five or six, for a new show."
Spike nodded toward the hallway, but Willy shook his round head. "Naw, not them. They ain't the type. What I need is some cunt for a nude fucking show. I mean, real hard-core stuff. You get the pitchure?"
"You're gonna put on a fucking show in here?"
"In a private room-yeah." Willy smiled broadly, rubbing Ann's buttocks briskly. "I got certain special customers, pal. They wanna see this kinda show, and maybe join in, you know?"
"Whyn't you get some hookers?"
"Fuck the hookers." Willy frowned. "I want some class stuff ... like Annie here. All the whores I know got the clap." He busied himself for a minute removing Ann's briefs, sliding them down her legs and wadding them up. She didn't mind that her pussy was on display. She squirmed as Willy rubbed and scratched it. "Besides, I want young stuff. Also I want a good cunt-lapping team. Can do?"
Spike shrugged. "I'll look around." He finished the drink and reached for a cigarette. Man, that looked good-what she was doing to him. His cock was terribly hard.
Willy grinned, watching him stare at the cocksucker. "I bet you got a bone on, huh, pal?"
"Are you kiddin'?"
"Well, we're pals, aren't we? Sure ... here, get your gun off in this stuff." He slapped Ann's round ass. "Get on yer knees, honey, let m'friend have a little shot at that good pooky."
Without a word, Ann moved to slide her knees under her. She never missed a stroke, squeezing the cock with her lips. Spike stared at the winking pussy framed by her luscious buttocks. He rose and went over to her, unzipping and yanking out the weenie. It was hard as Willy's; and Willy grinned, watching him insert it.
It felt good going in, tight and warm. Spike thrust it hotly, feverishly. He was hot as a fox. His hands roved over her lush backside as he fucked her, grinning at Willy.
The stocky guy asked, "Howzat?"
"Creamy as a puff." He rammed it in deep as it would go and ran his hands over the velvet ass of her. Where the hell had Willy found this meat? She was squeezing him, too, a regular rhythmic squeezing. If Willy was going to run a fucking show for his specials, then maybe he, Spike, ought to let Dutch in on the idea. Anything to help business was Dutch's motto.
He concentrated on the screwing-feeling it wadding up in his balls, ready to make the journey. He gave it a steady, deep pumping and then it began to well up. He felt her tighten up too, knowing that he was on the verge. She resisted him, pushing back.
Willy was watching her suck now, his face red. Spike suddenly realized that the girl was going to get it at both ends, probably at the same time.
Then he shot the wad. He grabbed her ass and fucked the cock into her as hard as he could go. It squirted as he battered her butt, then bent over her back, stiffening up. Man, that was a good one....
Ohhhhh, Jesus, that was a good one. He moaned aloud, noticing then that Willy was panting hard too, and jerking, his legs out in front of him. Ann was sucking and frigging him with her hand and the room began to smell humid with jism.
Spike staggered across to the other couch and flopped into it, mopping his cock. Ann still pulled at Willy's dong, tapering him off. The big guy was breathing hard, a silly smile on his face. Willy had always liked it oral. No girl ever worked at his club unless she was a cocksucker.
Spike called Lutzi's apartment when he got downstairs, but she wasn't in. He stopped in a bar run by a pal of his, Fat Jim. Fat was really fat, a big-bellied guy with a shock of black hair and liking for small blondes. He had three of them running around as hostesses. One of them, Nina, had come through Spike. He had first determined that she was a wild fuck and had passed her along to Fat.
He had often wondered what they looked like in the middle of a screw, huge Fat on top of little Nina. Maybe he sat her on his lap. Next time he got a chance he'd ask her.
There were a couple of hookers sitting at the bar, patting their hair and giving him the eye as he slid onto a stool. Nina, mopping a corner table, smiled at him, and Fat came over. "How's pussy?" He shoved a bottle and glass across the bar. "You gettin' yours?"
"Wish I had two cocks," Spike said, pouring. "You seen Beany lately?" Beany, an ex-pimp, ex-procurer, would know as much as anyone about young cunt. He was "ex" because the fuzz wouldn't let him operate.
Fat scratched one of his chins. "Seen him a week back, think it was. He owe you dough?"
"Somethin' like that." Spike sipped the whiskey, looking at one of the hookers in the mirror. Not bad. She was too blonde, but pretty, with nice lush tits well displayed. She saw him looking, of course, and arranged herself for a better view of the assets. When he looked sidelong at her, she turned toward him and opened her thighs as though it might have been accidental. He had a good peek at her coozie. She had nice legs, too.
"I'll tell 'im if he comes in," Fat said and moved away.
The hooker slid off the stool and ankled over. "Hi, honey, you got a match for a lonely girl?" She had a cigarette in her fingers.
He pretended to pat his pockets. "Yeah, got some somewheres...."
She put her crotch against his butt and revolved it, pushing with a subtle rhythm. "How 'bout a little fun, too?"
He smiled at her. She was smooth-faced, about thirty, he guessed, no blemishes, nice tits, a red mouth and vague eyes. She smiled back. "How 'bout a little head?"
"What's that?"
She smiled slightly, letting him see her tongue. "A blow job, honey. Y'want your cock sucked?"
He gave her a book of matches. "Keep 'em."
She took them. "C'mon, I'll gi' you the time of your life."
He shook his head. "Naw, not today."
"Half an' half-half blow, half fuck?"
"Thanks, baby. Run along."
She smiled. "Fuck off, honey." She went back to the other stool.
He went to three other bars but didn't find Beany. He put the word out for him. Along the way five girls propositioned him. One of them, a plump, cute-faced redhead, offered to take him up to her apartment next door and let him watch her with a dog. Spike took her name and address; no telling when a deal like that might please Dutch.
He was tired walking and stopped in the park to slump on a bench for a cigarette and watch the ducks on the distant lake. A young guy came along, sat down, and after a few minutes of small talk offered to jack-off for a buck.
"You mean right here?" Spike asked.
"Sure," the kid said, glancing around. "Nobody's watchin'. I need the dough." He unzipped himself.
Spike sighed and shook his head. "I already know what happens when you play with a dick." The kid had his prick in his hand, not a bad one at all. He let Spike have a good gander at it. "C'mon, only a buck, huh?" He frigged it a little. Spike moved, as though to rise.
"Hey," the kid said, "how 'bout if I suck you off ... five bucks, huh?"
"You don't look like a faggot."
"What's to look, mister? I swing both ways if I hafta. I do a good job, swallow it an' all."
"No-don't think so." He thought the guy looked desperate. He didn't see any needle marks on the guy's arms; it must be something else.
"You like kicks?" the guy said in a tight voice. "Gimme ten an' you can piss in my mouth."
"Oh shit," Spike said. He got up and went down the path. What the fuck was the world coming to?
CHAPTER FIVE
Spike was sprawled on the bed, a girl between him and the mattress, when the phone rang. The girl was Dora Bunch, cute, round and firm, willing as hell, but dumb. She lived in the apartment house and Spike had met her one night in the hallway, slightly potted, trying to get her key into the lock. He had helped her, gone inside with her, and laid her-in that order. He had been laying her ever since, between boyfriends.
She had one boyfriend after the other, because she would fuck on a motorcycle-or anywhere else. She kept wondering why no one asked her to marry him. "Don't I screw good, honey?"
"Like a mink," Spike assured her.
It was Beany on the phone. "I hear you wanna see me."
"You damn betcha, Beany kiddo. Where the fuck are you?"
"What about?" Beany asked cautiously. "I'm a little hot right now. Fuzz heat."
"I'll buy you a drink and discuss it." It took five minutes to wheedle the address out of Beany. He was convinced the cops had nothing else to do than pound on his butt with their sticks.
"Then bring a bottle," Beany said. "I'm thirsty."
Spike agreed, and hung up. Dora was licking his wand by then. It felt so good he let her continue. She brought him to a boil, lapped it all up, and even lit him a cigarette while he got his breath back.
After he showered and took Dora around to her apartment, he hunted up Beany. It was late in the afternoon. He bought a quart of giggle juice and slid into the alley like Beany had told him. He went through the open garage, up the stairs, and knocked four times fast on the door. Beany pulled him inside.
He was a bald-headed little guy, skinny and slight-looking, but wiry as a gate. And hung like a mule. Beany had been used by a mob once as a breaker-inner because he had a big ready cock. The mob would bring him girls and he would fuck them as much as necessary to give them the idea ... sometimes an hour, sometimes a day and a night. When they were nice and docile the mob put them into a house.
"You didn't forget de bottle," Beany said, grabbing the paper sack. He twisted the top and tilted it back, glug-glugging a good swallow.
Spike gloomed the joint. Not much. Cheap furniture, but curtains on the windows and a female touch here and there. He could smell a girl.
Beany said, "Thanks, pally. I ain't had a drink in three days. Whatchoo want?"
"Broads," Spike said. "What else?" He shrugged and Beany laughed.
"What kinda broads?"
"The kind with cunts." Spike outlined Willy's demands and Beany listened, sipping the good booze. Beany had a funny look on his young-old face, Spike thought.
Beany said, "How come you to look me up right now, after such a long time?"
"Jesus, I jus' told you."
There was a small silence. Then Beany said, "No other goddam reason?"
"Of course not." Spike didn't understand it at all. What the hell did the little guy mean? It showed on his face. Beany sighed deeply and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess it's just a kind of coincidence then...."
"What is?"
"I got them broads right here." He ducked his head toward a closed door. "I got two of 'em, a blonde an' a redhead, either one of 'em would drive you up the fuckin' wall screamin' 'uncle.' "
Spike smiled. He knew he had smelled girl. "They'll cost," Beany said. "This kinda stuff comes high."
"I thought it would," Spike said. "Lessee 'em."
"Whatchoo want 'em for?" Beany narrowed his eyes. "No shit."
Spike said, "I got a client wants some young hot stuff for a private fucking show, that's all." He sighed. "I told you."
Beany nodded, "There's a lot of kinky guys runnin' around. I don't want these cunts t' be beat up or cut up-hear?"
"Jesus...."
Beany nodded again, then he whistled.
The door opened and a blonde stood there, a questioning look on her pretty face. There was a light behind her and Spike had a delicious view of lovely shapely legs, all the way to her crotch; she had nothing on under the thin mini. She had a round, rather vague face, with blue eyes and a full, lush mouth. Her hair fell below her shoulders and her titties were large and firm under the silky blouse that outlined them so perfectly.
Spike found himself holding his breath. Christ! what a girl! She looked thirteen-but her tits said she was sixteen.
Beany said, "This's Fae. Fae, say hello to an old pal, Spike Martin."
"Hello," she said in a soft, husky voice, smiling slightly.
"Trish," Beany yelled. "Get your ass out here." Fae came into the room and another girl came to the door, a redhead with a ponytail. She was about the same size as Fae, as curved and shapely, with tits perhaps a shade larger. Trish had dark eyes, long lashes and even white teeth. Spike thought he had seldom seen two such gorgeous dolls in one room before.
"These're my special girls," Beany said with a lewd grin. He motioned Fae to him and his hand slid up her satiny thigh and into her crotch like a rabbit to its hole. He rubbed her and she snickered, looking at Spike.
Spike had a terrible hard-on. He eased himself into the chair, staring from one to the other of them. Where the fuck did Beany find such wild young stuff?
Trish went over and sat on Beany's lap, sliding one tawny arm about his shoulders. She smiled enigmatically at Spike and appeared not to notice that Beany was caressing her lush titties.
"Girls," Beany said to them, "I'm arrangin' a little deal with Spike here ... he's gonna put you on the stage."
"The stage?" Trish asked, opening her eyes wider. "What kind of horseshit is that?"
"No horseshit," Spike shook his head. Man, that goddam little Beany had his finger up into Fae and was working it around in her as she moved her hips subtly and smiled at him vaguely.
"A private nightclub stage," Beany said, "that right, Spike?"
"Yeah, a naked show." He saw Fae smile. Beany's hand left Trish's titties and slid down over her belly to curve into her snatch. "A naked fucking show."
Trish looked very interested. "No kidding?"
"No kidding, baby."
Spike licked his lips. Trish had moved her leg to allow Beany freedom of movement, and she was naked under the mini. Beany's fingers were sliding up and down and squishing in her cunt. Her eyes seemed a little heavy.
Trish asked, "Who d'we hafta fuck?"
"I d'know yet," Spike said. The room was getting fragrant with the perfume of pussy. Beany was grinning at him as the skinny guy frigged both cunts. Both girls were squirmy, and Fae was biting her lip, her mouth open. The fingering was obviously getting to her.
"Jeez Christ," Beany growled, "pull that fuckin' pole outa my pants." Trish giggled, squirmed around and grabbed at the bald guy's fly. She was an expert and the cock jumped out in a second. Beany let go of Fae, grabbed Trish, and yanked her onto his lap. She straddled him, sitting on the prong, and Spike watched it skewer her. Then Fae ran to him, her blue eyes big.
Spike unzipped himself in a fast motion and she was on him, hot and panting, straddling him, pushing her cunt at the stiff cock-and he got it into her. She hissed, "Gawd, fuck me hard...."
And she was fucking him as hard and fast as she could go, making the chair squeak like mad.
Spike held her with both hands around her supple waist, and felt her go. Jesus, what a crazy ass action! He was in her all the way to the hair and her abdomen was churning through greedy concentric circles, transmitting the motion to her differential. She had a fist-tight cunt, giving him a hell of a lot of slithery friction.
She clung to him. "Oooooo, I love it-I love it ... oh Jesus-I LOVE IT!"
Spike had a face full of tits. She had flung off her blouse, and she squealed happily as he licked at them. She was as wild a fuck as Lutzi.
He heard Trish yelp, and looked over Fae's shoulder. Beany had slammed her on her back on the couch and was on top of her, feeding her the long, thick prick as hard as he could go. Trish began to yell, "You're gonna make me come-you're gonna make me come!"
Fae giggled in his ear. "She don't like t'come that way."
"What's she want?"
Fae nuzzled him, snickering. "She likes t'be licked. God, the two of 'em suck each other for hours."
"What do you like, baby?"
"Fucking," she said, licking his lips. "I gotta have it in me. And you got a nice one-ooooo, a real nice one...."
"Are you a size nut, baby ... you like a big cock?"
She giggled and licked her tongue into' his mouth. "I like any I can get-yeah, I like big cocks." She giggled again. "Except in the ass."
"Come on, you're too small to take a prick in the butt."
Fae nibbled his lips. "Jeez, I couldn't take yours" She glanced toward the other struggling couple. "Or his, either!"
"No kiddin'," Spike said. "Have you been fucked in the ass?"
"God, you are an innocent," she said, rubbing her tits on his chest. "Lots of times, Jeez, a million times. That's how we made out at school, so we didn't get knocked up, you know ... Usually it was a threesome-I love threesomes."
They were fucking easily, deeply. He said, "Two gals and a guy?"
She giggled, "Hell no, darling. Me and two guys." She licked his lips as she whispered, "The guys would take turns fucking my ass while the other one licked me."
"You like t'get licked in the pussy, too, huh?" She bit his lips lightly.
"Course! Who doesn't?"
Spike said, "Yeah," looking at Beany and the redhead. Trish was obviously writhing in the deep throes of a wild orgasm, panting aloud and jerking her lovely ass. Beany still drove the big cock mercilessly.
Fae hissed in his ear. "I'm gonna come in a minute-hold me tight!"
Spike pressed his arms about her satin body, feeling over her round, undulating ass-man, what a beautiful young thing! He let his hand slide down her ass cleavage, and one finger explored her asshole as she squealed and worked her loins into high gear. She liked that, he could tell.
She moaned aloud when she came, grabbing him and bouncing more wildly than before, jerking and shuddering and gasping for breath. Spike fucked it up into her hotly when she lost the rhythm. She was smiling, loving it, shuddering, opening her mouth wide, shaking her tits and rolling her ass.
She took a long time to subside, soaking, impaled on his cock, slightly squirming and moaning with gentle little sighs as she held him. Man, what a lot of pussy!
On the couch, Beany and Trish had stopped fucking; they were flopped the other way around, with Trish on top. She was busily and lovingly sucking his dick, taking most of the huge thing into her mouth each time she descended on it, squeezing it hard as her head went up, cheeks hollowing. Beany was licking her cunt, noisily.
It looked delicious, what she was doing to him, Spike thought. He wanted to go over and jab her in the mouth with his own dong. Trish was a cocksucker. A real one. And so young.
Fae whispered, "Put me in on the bed ..
That was a good idea. Spike got himself out of the chair, holding her tightly, sitting her on the prick. She giggled as he picked her up, the cock in her, and her legs went around him, locking on. He carried her into the bedroom and climbed onto the wide bed with her. It was dark in the room, but dim light filtered in from the other room where Trish was ooooing now.
Spike put Fae flat on her back and began fucking her in deadly earnest. She said, "Ooo, give it to me ... oh Jesus, that's a lovely prick!"
"You're a cock hound."
She giggled again. "You found out my secret!" She was damned cute. He asked, "How'd you tie up with a little shit like Beany?"
"I like him-don't put 'im down."
"Okay. Sorry. You like his big cock, huh?"
Fae giggled. "That too. He's a fuckin' fool, you know, a real live super-stud."
"So'm I, baby."
"Ooooo, I can feel it!" Her legs wrapped about him tighter.
Spike said, "How'd you meet 'im?"
Fae sighed. "Me'n Trish lived in an apartment house with my stepdad-my mother's dead, you know. She died two years ago while I was in school. My little brother, Dickie, lived with-"
"Was he screwin' you? The stepfather?"
"I'm tryin' to tell you," she said. He had slowed his motion and she slapped his bare fanny. "Keep fuckin' me ... yeah, ooo, that feels good. Ah-oh yeah. I came home one afternoon and the ambulance had just taken Ma to the hospital. My aunt had been there and went along with her. My stepdad was all broken up and crying and stuff ... sayin' he couldn't stand to go and see her that way. He felt so bad I tried to cheer him up, you know, comfort him-and first thing I knew he had me down on the floor with my legs spread." She snickered, kissing Spike. "The sonofabitch was crying and screwing me all at the same time."
"Was that the first time?"
"Yeah, but only the first. After that I got fucked all night long ... or most of it. When Trish got home-she rented a room from Ma-he went in and crawled in bed with her. Ma died the next day, and he kept me home from school so he could fuck me. He said he'd been hot for me for years, and now he was gonna get it. An' he sure did. Me'n Trish both. Jeez, he could keep it hard for hours."
"Where'd Beany come in?"
"I'm comin' to that. I didn't know Beany then, but he lived in the same apartment house. I had seen him a few times, that was all. Anyway, my stepdad was a whip fiend. I didn't learn that right off. But pretty soon he began to whip us, both of us-and we didn't like it much."
"I get it," Spike said. "Beany got you out of it."
"Yeah, that's right. He took us to hell away from there, and put us in another hotel-and fucked hell out of us." She laughed softly. "We had a few parties, too-oh, man, it was a wild time. Then Beany got fuzz-hot as hell and we came here."
Spike kissed her and fucked it in hard for a few minutes, enjoying her squirming and her legs about his waist. Then he. asked, "How about you and Trish?"
"What about us?"
"D'you suck off together?"
Fae hesitated. She sighed. "Yeah, we do. Beany told you?" She giggled. "He likes t'watch us do it. Says it makes him horny."
"Yeah," he said noncommittally. "D'you get a kick out of licking a girl?"
"Sure." She shrugged. "Don't you?"
Spike laughed. He leaned down and sucked on her left tit.
She said, "I get a kick out of licking a guy, too."
"You wanna lick me off?"
"No," she snickered, "I wanna fuck now. Jeez, sometimes when I get started fuckin', I can't hardly get enough."
He rammed her hard for a second. "Then whadda you do-if you don't get enough?"
She giggled in his ear. "Get Trish to jazz me with a rubber cock, what else?"
"Man, you are a horny little thing, huh?"
"Ooooo, you dunno the half of it." She squeezed him with her scissored legs. "Fuck me real hard
-oh yeah, oh yeah, OH YEAH! Jesus, keep it comin'-keep it comin'-FUCK ME!"
Spike was panting a little, slamming the weenie to her as she kicked her heels above his back. The bed rocked and he glanced around; Trish was crawling onto it, grinning at him ... with Beany right behind her.
Beany said, "Le's do it dog-fashion." He grabbed at her round ass.
"Hell no," she hissed at him. "You'll try t'stick it in my butt." She rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
Fae said, "Jeez, I'm gonna COME again!" Her loins erupted in a flurry of humping. "FUCK IT TO ME!"
Spike fucked her in a frenzy, feeling his ass slapped. Fae was bucking against him-and Trish was slapping his ass and laughing. "Give it to 'er-yeah, gi' it to 'er!" Trish rolled close to them, kissing Fae, talking to her. "Come big, honey-oh yeah, come big ... let it go." She kept slapping Spike's butt. "C'mon, you big lug, fuck 'er--fuck 'er!"
"Shit, he's got it up her a mile," Beany growled.
Spike was panting with the effort. He knew Fae was trying to hold back as long as she could-but she was beginning-she couldn't hold it any longer. She jerked several times hard, moaned very loudly, and oscillated her ass madly.
"She's comin'!" Trish yelled. "Fuck the hell outa her!" She kissed the helpless Fae, moving down her neck and licking Fae's nearest titty and patting Spike's ass. "Keep it going, baby-give it to her...." She felt down under Spike's ass; he felt her busy fingers on his balls, inspecting his hard foaming cock. She said, "Man, honey, you got a choker! You're as big's Beany is, for God's sake!" Spike began to taper Fae off, moving a little slower as the young blonde began to subside. Trish's fingers remained on his prick, feeling it, massaging it. He turned his head and smiled at her.
Trish leaned forward and licked his mouth. "You didn't come, honey-"
Spike shook his head.
She smiled and licked her tongue between his lips. "Hey, I want you t'come in my mouth."
"Sure," he panted. Beany had crawled off the bed. Spike saw him in the next room, stark naked, the huge prick jutting out, hanging down slightly because of its weight. Beany's cock was a little out of proportion to the rest of his slender body. Beany was gurgling a drink out of the bottle. A big drink.
"How d'you want it?" he asked Trish.
Fae sighed. "Keep fuckin' me...."
"I been fuckin' you, for crissakes."
Trish flopped onto her back again, pulled a pillow down, and put it under her head. "Come straddle me," she giggled. "Sit on my tits, baby."
She made an O of her red mouth. Spike slid the cock out of Fae, who moaned and grabbed at him ... but she was weak and he easily picked her hands off. He scrambled over and straddled Trish in a second, dangling his hard prick at her face, sitting down easily on her chest. She captured the cock in her lips and sucked it down. Grinning at the wide-eyed Fae, Spike fucked the cock between Trish's lips ... feeling her hot tongue working on his nerve-ends.
Fae said, "Gawd, I'm so fuckin' hot!" She saw Beany then, and slid off the bed, padding into the other room. Turning his head, Spike watched her grab Beany's big organ and frig it hotly. Beany staggered a little. He was thirsty! She said something to him and Beany regarded her blearily, with a fuzzy smile. The guy was getting drunk.
Fae slid down and began to suck on the cock, holding Beany's legs. Beany watched her owlishly, then went back to the bottle.
Trish was a wonderful cocksucker. She could take most of the thick, long dick into her mouth without choking, and she could also squeeze it for maximum friction with her lips. And tease him with her tongue. She wanted him to blow his wad.
He concentrated on doing just that ... easing his ass back and forth. It reminded him of a chorus girl named Ann-a real weirdo gal. She had come up to his place, asking for a job; he had phoned around and got her one, and she had stayed to blow him. He had fucked her in the mouth-just as he was doing to Trish. But after he had unloaded and she had swallowed it down like pudding-she had wanted him to piss down her throat ... and he had slapped her butt out. It disgusted him. He had seen a lot of clandestine sex shows, some where girls sucked off dogs, and some where guys pissed on girls and in their mouths, but it never excited him.
He had seen Ann many times after that; she had taken up with a guy he considered to be just as weird a prick as Ann. He often wondered what they did for kicks all alone behind a locked door.
Beany stumbled and fell down in the next room. Spike saw the guy, flat on his back on the rug ... and Fae sitting on him, bouncing herself up and down over the still hard weenie. She batted her eyes at Spike and giggled, happy as a fucked lark.
He felt himself stiffening-and Trish glanced up at him, trying to smile around the prick. She knew he was about to blow. He wanted to tell her it was coming, but the effort was too much. He let it come instead. It spurted, gobs of it, and she gulped it down noisily. She frigged the shaft of the dick with flying fingers, masturbating him into her mouth, and sucked it down.
His eyes got heavy and he was breathing hard. What a delicious blow job! She kept frigging him, milking the cock, lapping it up, teasing him at the same time with her hot tongue. She made a real production out of it and it was beautiful.
Even when he rolled off her and lay, spreadeagled on the bed, panting, she followed him, still sucking the cock. She kept sucking it till it finally began to fade, and she took the entire weenie into her mouth and sucked on it all, even when it became small.
She was beautiful.
CHAPTER SIX
Beany was out cold. The little shit had drunk the whole goddam bottle. He was blotto, but his cock was still half hard. Flat on his back in the middle of the floor, with Fae jazzing herself on the cock and grinning like a lewd little blonde monkey.
"He ain't gonna come t'you," Spike said, padding into the room for a cigarette.
"Who cares-I'm the one needs to come." Fae giggled and worked her finger on her own clit.
Trish came into the room, smacking her lips, grinning at the picture of Fae coupled to the smashed Beany. "Izzie drunk?"
"Yeah," Fae said, looking at Spike's prick-it was half hard and arching out. Spike lit the cigarette, saw her glance, and moved his hips so the meaty wand flopped back and forth. Trish came over at once and took it in both hands, massaging it.
Trish said, "Siddown, huh, lemme do it some more."
Spike slid his hand up her leg and fondled her wet snatch. She wriggled her hips and grinned.
Fae said, "Jazz her off-she likes that."
Spike slid two fingers into Trish's cunt and worked them in and out as she writhed. She was handling his prick with both hands, getting it into a very stiffened state, rubbing and caressing his balls and pressing her satiny body close to him.
Sliding her tongue into his mouth, Trish said very softly, "Le's sixty-nine, huh? You want to?"
"I was gonna fuck you next."
Trish shook her head and the ponytail flopped. She had a kind of murky look in her deep hazel eyes. "I d'wanna fuck. I wanna suck you off-and I wanna be licked ... huh?"
"Lemme stick it in you for a minute."
She sighed.
"Spread your legs, darling," Fae said maliciously.
Trish turned her head slightly. "Fuck off."
"Bring it over here and gimme a taste of it," Fae said.
Spike thought she meant Trish. He turned Trish's shoulders and pushed her in front of the undulating blonde. Trish's big eyes rolled toward him, and Fae looked slightly surprised, but she ducked her head and pulled Trish close, holding the dark redhead by the slim hips. Spike watched Fae's long tongue lick into Trish's grotto. Trish instantly opened her knees and said, "Oooooo, Jesus...." She leaned back against Spike, one hand still curled about his cock.
Fae glued her mouth to Trish's twat and licked excitedly as Trish moaned and surged her cunt to Fae. Spike fondled both Trish's titties and watched Fae go after the pussy. These two sex kittens were exactly what Willy Shultz wanted. He ought to get a very good price for them.
Thinking of business, he peered at Beany. Out. The guy was definitely out. Beginning to snore. His half-hard cock was still stimulating Faeshe was oscillating over it sensuously, and tickling herself in the clit at the same time-Beany would probably sleep all night and half the next day.
Spike grinned to himself. He would dress these two hot twats and take them to his place. Beany was fuzz-hot and wouldn't dare show his face. He could take the girls away from Beany and the little sport couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
Then, when he was fucked and sucked out, he would sell them to Willy Shultz.
It only took five minutes for Fae to lick Trish into an orgasm. A writhing, moaning, jerking orgasm. And about the time that Trish shot it, Fae frigged herself into a bucking, humping come.
It was a kick to watch the two lovely little dolls both coming at the same time, convulsively and lustfully. Trish would have fallen had he not grabbed Trish, half carried her to the couch, flung her down and got on her. She was moaning and undulating voluptuously as he pushed her legs apart and thrust his cock deep into her.
She fucked him, but in a moment he could see that her heart wasn't in it. "Whassmatter?" he asked.
"Nothin'...."
"Oh crap," he sighed. "What is it?"
Trish kissed him wistfully. "I don' like to fuck much ... I mean I'd rather suck off, Okay?"
"I wanna fuck you."
"Okay, go ahead."
Spike looked at Fae and sighed again. Fae only grinned at him. "She's like that," Fae said. "I'm the fucker." She got off Beany's prick slowly, looking at it, feeling it. The cock was soft. Beany was all the way out now ... cock and all. Fae looked very disappointed.
Trish said, "Take it out an' put it in my mouth, okay?"
"D'you come when you blow a guy?"
Trish giggled. "Hell yeah. It drives me fruit. Y'wanna see?"
He fucked her slowly and steadily. He wanted to take it out, but he hated to. It felt so goddam good, and warm, and tight. He knew it would feel equally good between her warm lips-but he couldn't make the effort. He watched Fae get off Beany, go to a sideboard, pick up a comb and begin to stroke her long blonde hair. It glistened in the dim light. She smiled at him. Man, she was cute and curvy!
He kissed Trish. "So you wanna blow me, huh?"
"Yeah, I do, baby. Are you gonna let me have it?"
Sighing, Spike got off her, his long cock shining wet, red as cut cherries, jutting heavily. He flopped on the couch, legs spread wide as Trish quickly wriggled to the floor between his knees, reaching for the prick.
Fae said, "Ohhh, lemme sit on it first...."
"Fuck off," Trish breathed, fingers caressing, fondling the stiff organ. Spike could feel her hot breath on it. He watched her stroke the root of his cock and lick the head of it warmly.
Fae came hurrying over and sat on the couch beside him, watching Trish, and combing her hair. Spike slipped his hand around her and squeezed her satin butt.
She hissed at him. "Feel me."
He ran his hand over her legs, up between them, and oozed a bold finger into her snatch. Squishy. Fae said, "Mmmmmm, ohhhhh yeah...." She wriggled quickly around to give him the best shot at frigging her. Fae took a deep breath as he slid the long finger into her as deeply as it would go and rolled her clit around with his thumb. It made her squirmy.
Trish was bending over the cock, loving it with lips and tongue, the big head of it entirely in her mouth. She pushed down and took almost the entire length of it between her red lips. With wide eyes, Spike watched the pecker disappear into her mouth and wondered how she kept from choking. He felt her teeth close on it gently, provokingly. They scraped along the shaft as she moved her head up.
Fae said, "Don't bite that fuckin' thing off, honey! "
Trish rolled her dark eyes around, looking at Fae. She winked, sucking the head of the cock hard. Spike took a quick breath; her expert tongue was licking the glans, sliding around and around it as she sucked hard at the gorged head. Now and then the tongue licked at the hole, and he writhed. His heart was beating very fast.
Fae said, "Jeez, she's gonna make you come."
"Cocksuckin' well right," Trish said throatily, swallowing the cock again. Her hand cupped and squeezed his balls; she began to frig the cock with the other hand, gripping it at the root of the shaft, pumping it up and down hotly. Spike knew he was a goner-he'd never be able to stop now, if he wanted to. He was shackled to her crazy tongue. He would lie here forever and let her suck him off till doomsday.
Fae knew he was going fast. She wriggled closer, and pushed her full breasts at his lips. He licked out at them and she dragged them across his mouth, one after the other, giggling as he captured an erect nipple in his mouth and sucked it. She was rocking over his frigging hand. Her cunt was juicy, and he could feel her quick hot breath. She was horny as a bear-wanting to come-the musky sex perfume from her satiny body was screwing into his brain. Her hands slid about his shoulders and she hung on, breathing hard. He knew she was getting close.
Trish was sucking him hard. Taking as much of the cock into her mouth as she could, and hotly frigging the shaft of it at the same time. Spike began to jerk a little, panting, feeling the stuff gathering in his loins. His cock was throbbing in her mouth and his hips were moving, humping, revolving.
"Ohhh Jesus," Fae breathed, "here I go again." She was hot to the touch, jerking her lovely ass and forcing his fingers up into herself-fucking his fingers. Spike wanted to jazz her harder and faster, but he was on the rocky edge himself-he couldn't concentrate on Fae's cunt. She'd have to manage her own orgasm.
Trish was sucking very hard and her avid tongue slithered and teased the underside of the prick as it began to spasm. Her head was moving up and down on the cock, faster, lips squeezing harder. She could tell he was about to spurt. His breathing was in deep gasps, and his hips were churning.
Fae was moaning aloud, humping and bucking herself at the clawed hand in her crotch. She was coming like a fire engine, clinging to him and blowing her hot breath on his chest.
He shot it. Trish felt the orgasm spewing up from his balls, and squeezed them. She felt the first spurt of jism spatter the back of her throat, fire-hot on her slithering tongue. It tasted salty.
Spike groaned aloud, wordlessly, feeling it release. He looked at Trish with glazing eyes. She was sucking the big head of the prick, the shaft in both hands, massaging it. She pulled hard and the next welter of come spurted into her mouth. Looking up at him, she swallowed it and pulled hard for the next. Spike was shaking and shuddering, twisting and writhing under the crazy sensations she gave him. She sucked and swallowed, and to Spike she was sucking the stuff out of his balls, she was eating him alive ... spurt by spurt.
Fae, moaning lightly, had fallen back onto the couch, her gorgeous body still twitching, hips still jerking slightly; Spike's fingers still impaled her and moved in and out enough to keep the lust beating. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard, a lovely smile on her lush lips. Getting hand-frigged was the next best thing to a good humping fuck.
Trish milked his cock, and Spike thrashed spasmodically. He panted and stared at her; the cock was entirely in her mouth now as it softened slowly. She was continuing to mouth it and suck it as though it was the most precious thing on earth.
Spike knew he had just had the best blow job of his life. She seemed to get better each time she did it.
He put his hand out and fondled her cheek, running his fingers through silky red hair. "You're beautiful," he breathed. "You are the livin' fuckin' end, baby, the goddam end."
Trish looked up at him and cooed over his cock. She had sucked up and swallowed every drop; she looked very happy over it.
Fae was giggling softly on the couch, and squirming, because he was still finger-fucking her.
She wriggled toward him, sliding soft, velvet arms about his neck, kissed him passionately as he pumped the fingers into her cunt, and whispered, "Get it hard again, honey, so's I can fuck you ..
"You wanna fuck alia time?"
"What else is there?" She licked his lips, moved up and put her leg across his belly to straddle him. Trish was still fondling his cock, but she had moved down and was gently sucking his balls, one after the other.
The delicious musty smell of Fae's cunt, his fingers sliding into it only inches away, was exciting. Fae was breathing hard, .too, and rolling her luscious hips as he frigged her. His cock began to stiffen under Trish's busy fingers.
Spike slid both hands under Fae's ass and lifted her. He put her pussy to his mouth as though to drink from a glass. She said, "Ohhhh mama...!" as he closed his mouth over the pulsating, juicy morsel and ran his tongue into her as far as it would go. She wriggled and bucked, fucking herself over the tongue greedily.
Trish began to suck his cock again, ardently and wantonly.
Fae cooed, "Lick me, baby-lick me...."
Spike shoved one finger into the throbbing cunt beside his tongue, lubricated it, then rubbed her anus. When he oozed the finger inside her she said, "Ahhhhhhh ... oh Jesus, mama...!" Spike frigged her ass and licked her noisily.
Trish had him stiff and tingling again. But this time Trish was loving it more, taking it easy, making it last-making a pig of herself over it.
Spike's tongue went into a feathery flurry as he licked and encircled Fae's labia, kissing the clit, opening his mouth for the deep and soul-satisfying vaginal kiss as his tongue penetrated her and she writhed almost uncontrollably. Her voice was hoarse as she whispered, "Ohhh, fuck it, honey, tongue-fuck me-kiss it...! "
Fae wriggled her hips, jostling his head between her legs, tossing her pelvis at him and groaning. She seemed about to come again, he thought, lapping her wild juices. He wished he could jam his cock up her ass.
Trish was murmuring and whispering to the prick, licking and kissing it. With one hand she was caressing his balls, with the other she wormed under him and began to ooze a finger into his anus. He lifted his legs to make it easier for her.
Fae went into a frenzied convulsion of loins and legs. Spike pursed his lips at the crazy whirlpool of her cunt and let her fuck his tongue as she came, gasping and panting in lechery. She lost her equilibrium, trembling and jerking, riding his mouth, slowly falling sideways and totally helpless. She could only buck her pussy and clutch at him, moaning. Spike went with her, mouthing and tonguing the slit, continuing to lick it when she ended up flat on her shoulderblades, legs wide and pelvis jerking. She had a wonderful orgasm, he could tell.
They stayed that way for a long, hungry time,, lapping and sucking greedily. Trish moaned and cried out after a while-and Spike knew she had frigged herself off-but she sucked him ever more deeply and sensuously.
Then Fae writhed luxuriously, stretching her lovely arms out cat-like and moving her supple hips seductively, squishing her cunt against his mouth. She said, "Gawd, darlings, if you keep this up, little Fae's gonna get horny."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Spike got the two of them dressed at last. Their hands reached for him whenever he came near, rubbing, groping, even unzipping him if the chance presented itself.
Fae would push herself against him, open her legs and rub her pussy on his body. If she could, she would straddle his thigh and go to town.
Trish liked to reach up under him from the rear, to grab his cock.
They were both so flawlessly lovely, so tantalizingly lissome, nubile, so shamelessly carnal that he could not get them out the door. Kissing and handling him, cooing to him and befuddling him with caresses, they overwhelmed him-and his determination fled. Fae got one leg up about his waist, Trish managed to free his cock and to bend it into Fae's cunt. He found himself fucking her against the wall with Fae giggling in his ear and Trish licking his mouth.
When at long last he got them both out of the apartment, around the alley and into his car in the dark, Trish had him unzipped in seconds and dived on it. She sucked it all the way to his pad.
He put the car in the garage and they went in the back way. The girls would not let him put his cock back in his pants. Giggling and fondling him, they held it as he pushed them into the vacant elevator. Fae instantly rammed her ass against him and wanted to be screwed. Spike, with an enormous goading prick that he could not control, pulled her gorgeous naked ass close, reached under her and guided the spear to the juicy lair.
Snickering, Trish pushed on Fae's shoulders and rammed the beautiful blonde's ass at his crotch. Fae grinned lewdly as the cock impaled her, jerking involuntarily inside her.
Trish stopped the elevator between floors. "Hurry up, fuck 'er!"
Pumping in a ravishing heat, Spike fucked her desperately.
He got them out of the elevator finally by telling them he wanted to roll them both naked on a bed. Trish had opened her blouse, titties bouncing nakedly, and Spike heaved a sigh of relief when no one was in the corridor.
They undressed him, giggling and laughing happily. Pushing him onto his back, Fae sat on his cock and Trish on his mouth.
They were insatiable.
It was an orgy. They stayed in bed, fucking and sucking their hearts out, and only got up because they were driven by hunger. His phone rang and Spike ignored it. He wallowed in wild, rapturous sex. The girls loved him, they said. No one had given them such transports. They would never leave him, never go back to Beany-never love anyone but him.
Fae fucked him silly.
He thought Trish would suck his cock completely off.
They certainly seemed to love him. Trish went out for food and they cooked him delightful morsels and fed him in bed, urging him to eat from four snowy, luscious titties; they fondled him and caressed him, and when he was pooped, let him sleep.
Occasionally he woke in the night to find them curled together, licking each other. They were a couple of wanton sex kittens.
He could not, simply could not sell them to Willy Shultz. Or to anyone.
It took all his will power to leave the apartment to get some real business accomplished. He was able to round up a few broads for Dutch's ledge. Dora Bunch was one of them. She needed a job. "Do I have to fuck anybody?"
"Dutch. You gotta screw him-or blow him, whichever." Spike patted her ass fondly. Dora was a cute little round ass, willing and eager to please. She was not as good as Fae, but she was a voracious cocksucker and adored screwing.
He called around and got girls for several bars; he called Lutzi and talked to her for a half-hour. She wanted him to come and screw her-she said she felt horny-but he begged off, thinking of Fae. He asked her about Rocco.
"I'm gonna quit Dutch," she said. "Rocky's offered me a better deal."
"I'm your agent!"
Lutzi giggled. "Come an' get your ten percent, then, sweetie. I got it right here, under my bellybutton."
"Man, I can fuck you every hour on the hour!"
Her voice turned coarse. "You haven't fucked me for a goddam week!"
"Well, you got Rocky."
"Yeah," she purred. "I got Rocky, all right, all seven inches of him." She sighed into the receiver. "But he can't keep it comin' like you can, darling.
Lutzi misses you." She sighed again. "Rocky gets on me, goes bang, bang, bang, and he's off again just when I'm gettin' interested in what's going on. Whynchoo come over and really make me like it, honey?"
"What's the new job?" he asked.
"I gotta go to the coast and shake it for the movies or something. Are you gonna come over and boot me?"
"Honey-I can't!"
"You got another pussy." Her voice was cold.
"Honey-"
"Can she fuck as good's me?"
"Honey, baby...."
Lutzi sighed. "Oh, fuck off." She hung up.
When he returned to the apartment, Fae and Trish were naked in bed, jazzing each other with vibrators and squirming in their endless passion.
They didn't even know he was there. He sat, smoked a cigarette, and watched them for a half hour, the hard bone shoving out of his pants. They were two of the most beautiful, enchanting, dimpled-ass and dissolute maidens he had ever known. Trish was nearest him, slobbering lustfully in Fae's frothy box, the cunt sauce shining on her velvet cheeks. She had worked the vibrator up Fae's anus. He watched Fae serpentine her way into a distorting orgasm, gasping and groaning as the maddening sensations shook her lascivious body.
Spike took his clothes off then and fucked Fae as she sucked off Trish.
But he had to find some dolls for Willy Shultz.
In a downtown bar, Lennie's Place, he met Joey, a pimp. Joey was a slim, fish-eyed character, gray-faced and nervous as a virgin in a locker room. "Yeah, I got some young stuff," he admitted. "You wanna fuck 'em here, or you wanna take 'em out?"
"I gotta have 'em for a client. Nice young cocksuckers who'll do it in public."
Joey shook his head. That was different. He thought for a moment. "I know about two broads-they ain't in my stable, but maybe you can get 'em. Young, too."
"Yeah? Where?" Joey owed him a favor.
Joey told him. They were living across the river in a rooming house. They had worked in a club for a guy Joey knew, beautiful girls, but they had quit because they got tired of the long hours.
"I think they're pussy-lappers," Joey said.
Spike found the house after a half-hour's drive, and went in, hat in hand. A dark woman greeted him and he gave her the name Joey had mentioned, Dillon.
"I'll see if they're in," the woman said politely. She went away, leaving Spike in an old-fashioned parlor with overstuffed furniture and pictures of birds on the walls.
In a little while a girl came in. "I'm Betty Dillon," she said.
Spike wanted to whistle. She was beautiful, with a creamy completion you could eat with a spoon. She was a dark blonde, with long, lustrous locks to her shoulders, large swaying tits that were obviously not encased in a bra, and gorgeous legs. She wore a light green blouse, not sheer, but tight enough to allow her nipples to poke out, and a mini that showed off her legs beautifully.
Spike introduced himself. "I'm an agent, and I've got a proposition to put in front of you and your sister."
He could see she was interested. She said, "My sister's upstairs."
"Can we go see her?"
Betty hesitated, then she nodded. "All right."
Spike followed her through the parlor and up a dark staircase, down an equally dark hallway to a door. Betty rapped on the door lightly and entered.
Spike entered behind Betty and stopped short. There before him, in the middle of the floor, doing deep-bending exercises, was as beautiful a naked girl as he had ever seen. She hadn't a stitch on. She looked at him with slight surprise in her eyes as he closed the door. Spike tried not to lick his lips.
"This's Cora, my sister," Betty said, with a faint smile.
"Hi," Cora said, making no move to dress herself.
"Pleased t'meetcha," Spike said, gazing at two red nipples. The two girls were twins, he realized. They looked a great deal alike. He wondered if Betty was as sensational in the body department as Cora. He thought she was ... from what he'd seen already. Neither girl looked seventeen. Cora had a light blonde-brown fuzz around her cunt, and not a blemish on her body anywhere.
"D'you look like that?" he asked Betty.
For answer, Betty slipped out of her clothes.
Spike sat down. He had a terrible hard-on. Man, what cunts! Joey was right. These were great pussies. They shook their tits at him and Spike closed his eyes lest he come in his pants. Cora giggled at the effect she knew they were having on him.
Betty brought him a cup of coffee, and both girls slipped robes over the assets and waited for the proposition. When his hard-on went down a bit, he told them what he wanted.
"A fuck show?" Cora said, looking at Betty. Betty said, "We don't like to fuck."
"Are you lesbians?"
"Yeah," Cora shrugged. "Why not?"
"I don't give a shit," Spike said. "That's your business. We could use a hot little lezzie act. Do you play together, the two of you?"
The girls giggled and nodded. Spike told them to think about it. They had a drink and a smoke, and loosened up. The two girls had been lapping cunts since they were twelve, they told him, and preferred that to cock. They would screw if they had to, but it didn't do much for them.
They showed him their array of dildoes-they fucked each other-and vibrators. They agreed to do the show. And before he left, they got naked again and squirmed together on the bed in a wild little sixty-nine for his benefit. He got another terrible hard-on, which Betty noticed.
She took him into the bathroom then and manipulated his cock, jacking him off expertly and whispering that she'd let him fuck her, only Cora would object. Cora hated to lick a man's jism out of her.
He gave them all the arrangements and left the two hot little blondes to their mutual pussy. Willy Shultz would love them.
He spent the rest of the day putting the word out that he needed fresh young cunts, at least four of them, as young and as horny as possible ... but no virgins.
Then he went home. And discovered a boy in his bed.
Not only that, but the little sonofabitch was fucking Fae in the ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Spike was so astonished that he hesitated in the doorway, staring at the erotic scene. Fae, naked on her knees in the middle of the bed, was smiling happily, her sweet face on a pillow, long hair cascading down-and a youngster equally naked, plugging her in the butt with a respectable tool while Trish sat beside them, smiling.
When he yelled, they all turned, looking at him with wide eyes. But the kid didn't stop buggering her. Spike stormed to the bed to grab the guy. Fae yelled at him, "Hey-don't do nothing!"
Trish cried, "He's her brother!"
Spike stopped short, staring. "Your brother, for crissake?"
Fae nodded. "This's Dickie."
"Hi," Dickie said, with a wide grin. He was a good-looking kid, maybe fifteen, with a shock of blonde hair like Fae's.
"He's got it in your ass," Spike said, still dazed by the curious turn of events. He put one knee on the bed. Dickie had a nice strong cock, and the thing was definitely embedded in Fae's brown and puckered asshole. She seemed to enjoy it, too. And he, Spike, had never humped her that way.
"She likes it that way," Dickie explained.
Fae said, "We allus did it that way at home-and other places-because we could do it standin' it up.
Spike sighed and sat on the bed, fishing for a cigarette. Dickie was still goosing her steadily. It looked delicious. Trish brought him a match, and when he lit the cigarette, she opened his pants and dived in for the weenie she knew was there. In another second she hauled it out, slid down between his legs and began to suck on it.
Fae said she had called Dickie to tell him where she was, and he had come over to see her. "We're very close," she said.
Spike looked at the foaming cock. "Close as hell," he agreed. Trish snickered around his prick.
Dickie said, "Don't squeeze me too hard, you'll make me shoot it."
"Don't come in me, anyway," Fae looked over her shoulder. "Wait'll I roll over on my back." Dickie nodded and began to pull the prick out. Trish unfastened her blouse, shook out her naked titties, then moved up and slid the long cock into the cleavage, pressing the tits around it. She smiled up at him and Spike moved his ass, fucking her in the tits. She licked the head of the cock with a long, wet tongue.
Fae, tawny and supple, flopped on her back, and Dickie slid between her legs like a pronged eel. They coupled so smoothly and expertly that Spike knew they'd done it many, many times before. Fae opened her lips wide as the cock went into her, then she smiled happily and wound her long, slinky legs about him, urging him on. Dickie fucked her in-a sweet frenzy. She batted her lashes at Spike and giggled softly.
Trish had gone back to swallowing the cock whole, nibbling its sides and sucking it hard. She looked up at Spike, her huge, hazel eyes dark with lust. "Come for me...."
Spike smiled. "Make it spout, baby. It's all yours."
She began to work it in earnest, masturbating it with her lips, teasing the head of it with a frantic tongue, and caressing his balls. A long, supple finger wormed into his asshole again as he writhed.
He crushed the cigarette into a tray and lay back, watching her suck it. She smiled around the shaft of it then raised her head from the wet end of the prick and smacked her lips in a kiss to him. She said, "I love this."
He made a kiss sound back. "You're beautiful." He took a deep breath, his heart beating faster; she was rolling his cock around over her face, kissing it, licking it-then swallowing it and sucking hard, head bobbing up and down'.
Fae groaned aloud. "Jeez, harder-do it harder!"
Dickie's young sleek loins were bucking and ramming her, driving the cock like a greased piston, his face buried in her neck. Fae was thrusting upward, seeking release, panting and yanking at his ass with both hands.
Spike could tell the instant she began to come. A Crazy-wild bucking started at her knees and went along her wanton body to her hairline, leaving her trembling, gasping and jerking. He saw the white sauce foam from her cunt as Dickie unloaded into her, pounding it in, gushing and surging lecherously. They orgasmed at the same time, mingling sighs and moans, writhing in pain-anguish. It was something to watch.
And it made him hotter than hell. The sight of them fucking so feverishly and the feel of Trish's lips masturbating his hard cock in such a provoking rhythm made him boil over in climax.
Spike thrust his legs out, stiffening, and gripped the couch with both hands as the stuff spewed up the shaft of his cock and squirted into her working mouth. As it came, she stopped mouth-frigging him and took up the motion with her fingers deftly. Her lips glued themselves about the cock, just under the glans, holding it very tightly. She milked the cock into her mouth, receiving each fountaining ejaculation and gulping it down before the next welled up.
Spike sighed deeply, shuddering with the exquisite and heavenly sensation. Turning his head slightly, he saw Dickie staring at Trish in fascination. When she took a breath, licking the purple end of the prick, Dickie said, "You swallowed it, huh?"
"'Course," Trish said in surprise, licking her lips.
"They don't swallow it in the dirty movies. They let it run down the cock."
Trish giggled. "They don't know what they're missing."
Dickie said, "I guess they do it to show that the guy came."
Fae patted her brother's ass. "Lemme up. I gotta go pee."
Dickie rolled off her and sat on the side of the bed. His wet prick was half hard, arching up. Trish, licking Spike's still stiff cock, looked at it. Dickie saw the look, grinned and stood, moving over beside her, letting the cock swing heavily. Trish turned her head and gulped at it. She took the entire length of it into her mouth, sucking it hard and frigging Spike lightly with her hand at the same time.
Dickie asked. "You wanna suck me off, sister?" Trish looked up at him, continuing to mouth the organ.
Spike was amused. Trish was unable to resist a naked prick. Of course she wanted to suck him off. Sitting up, Spike took Dickie's naked hips and pulled the boy close, turning him so that Dickie's back was to him. Spike pulled Dickie down, sitting the lad on his lap. Trish gave a glad little cry. Two cocks faced her, one above the other. For long, voracious moments, she went from one to the other and back again, licking them and sucking them-even trying to get both of them into her mouth at once.
Fae came back into the room and stopped short. "God, what a pig!" she said.
"It's Christmas," Trish enthused. "Look what I got in my stocking!"
"I can come again pretty soon," Dickie told her. Trish had the cock very hard again, and looked up at him adoringly. He had just said the right thing. She began to tongue-fuck him hotly.
Spike pushed the boy up and slid out from under him. Dickie flopped on the couch, legs spread, and Trish attacked the cock in a sinuous hurry as Dickie grinned over her bobbing head. He said, "Gosh, that feels groovy."
Fae had gone into the kitchen, and Spike followed her, his prick flopping. She was heating the coffee and he went over to rub the arching prick against her velvet ass. She bent double instantly and opened her thighs, glancing over her shoulder at him with a smile. "You rang my button, master?"
Spike laughed. His hand slid under her, fingering her snatch, feeling her cunt lips swelling.
Spreading his legs wide to bring his cock at the level of her pussy, he poked the stiffening thing at her slit and rubbed it back and forth. He felt her fingers take hold of the cock and press it upward. "Push," she said, shoving backward. He tilted his loins and shoved, and pulled her lovely buttocks toward him and the cock buried itself inside her.
She said, "Fuck it in hard ... ooooo yeah, like that...." Her lashes fluttered, her mouth opened as he fucked her. What a gorgeous creature she was! She cradled her golden head on the sink and smiled as he fed her the pecker in a lazy and languorous rhythm.
Fae took a long breath, "Jeez, that's nice. It reminds me of us at home, me'n Dickie."
"How long has that kid been screwing you?"
She laughed, looking at him under her black lashes. "Three or four years, I guess. We're a horny family."
"I thought your stepfather was fucking you." Fae nodded dreamily. "Him too. Only me'n Dickie were doing it a long time before he got to me. Me'n Dickie started out playing with each other, you know--jazzing each other, mostly at night in bed. We slept in the same room because there was nowhere else."
"How about Trish?"
"Yeah, well, I told her what we were doing, me and Dickie, so she began sneaking into our room at night, too, and the three of us would play with each other. Then Trish started going down on Dickie." Fae giggled. "So I got Dickie to fuck me." She wriggled her ass and her eyes sparkled. "You got a bigger one than he has, though ... do it hard."
Spike rammed it in, holding her butt, battering it for long, delicious moments. Then he eased up. The coffee was ready. Fae moved to the stove gingerly, poured out two cups, giggling when he jabbed her with the prick, spilling coffee into the saucer.
She said, "Lemme sit on your lap."
He slid his cock out; Fae moaned, "Ohhhhh, I hate t'have you do that...." She put the coffee cups on a breakfast table and pushed him into a chair, then straddled him-all in one fluid movement. Spike guided the cock up into her and she bounced on it, grinning, tits rolling and swaying.
"G'wan, fuck yourself," he said, grinning at her. Fae laughed, bouncing up and down; he grabbed her about the waist, bent her backward and sucked first one tit then the other, rolling the hard nipples around in his mouth.
From the other room, Dickie yelped, "Ohhhhhh gosh...!"
Fae giggled, "She made him come."
"How long's he gonna stay here?"
"Don't you like him?" Fae eased off, moving slower, rocking on his prong. "He's a real sweet kid, really."
"I like him okay," Spike said, handling her breasts. "I just wondered. Maybe I'm jealous about havin' another pecker around the place."
She took his face in both her hands and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. He could feel her cunt muscles squeezing his prick at the same time. She said, "D'you like me a lot?"
"Fuckin' well right. I'm crazy about you."
She kissed him again. "I love you, honey-I really love you." She embraced him, kissing him hotly, her loins moving, undulating, pumping his handle sensuously. Spike was entranced, both hands roving her smooth, firm, satiny ass, feeling it slither and twist as she frictioned the cock. The fleshy cushion of her beautiful breasts heaved against his chest.
He said, "You love me because of my prick, huh?"
"'Course ... it's a lovely prick. It's my favorite cock in the whole world."
He jammed it up into her as hard as he could and she squealed happily, jerking her ass. "Do that some more!"
God, was she cute! He sucked her tits hard, the left one, then the right, and back to the left.
Giggling, she caught his head in both hands and insisted on kissing him hotly and deeply, working her loins over the hard cock at the same time. Then she whispered, "Honey, d'you really mind me fuckin' Dickie?"
Spike sighed.
She said, "Jeez, we been doin' it a long time, baby. A long time. It don't hurt a girl-getting fucked." She kissed him again and again. "It don't mean I don't love you ... and anyway Trish is suckin' you off."
"Yeah," he said. "I don't mind, sweetie."
She moaned softly, rubbing her full, lush breasts on him. "He is my brother, after all, huh? It's not like it was some other guy, right?"
"Sure, baby." Jesus, he was getting close! What a sex package she was. His cock felt like it had swelled to twice its usual erect size. Christ! when it exploded it would blow the top of her head off. She said, "You gonna come, honey?"
He was panting; she could feel how ready he was. What a gorgeous cunt she was!
He bit her tit-and came. She squealed, feeling it gushing, and bounced her ass in convulsions. She grabbed him and held on, working her satiny loins against him in frantic gyrations. She was giving it to him-all she had. Beautiful! The jism spurted, gobs of it, twice, three times. He became spasmodic, his legs stiffened, cock throbbing, and he held her ass in both hands as though someone might try to take it away from him.
She breathed, "Ohhhh, baby, fuck it in-have a good one-fuck my ass off, honey...."
He wanted to laugh, she was so cute! She was so goddam cute! The spasms shook him; his cock was pulsating, and the delicious fragrance of her, the smothering wantonness of her was almost too heady. Man, what a fuck!
She said, "Gawd, you get me hot!" She was squeezing his prick ... but he was glassy-eyed now, and panting. Saturated with bliss. She kept fucking him, and he knew she was crazy to come. He wanted to frig her with his finger, help her along. He would in a minute-as soon as he got his strength back.
There was a snickering struggle at the door, hands lightly slapping bare flesh, then Dickie came into the kitchen. He said, "I smell fresh jism."
Spike looked at the youngster, tawny blonde like his sister, but with a big meaty cock between his legs. The cock was half hard, dangling; Trish came up behind the boy and reached around to handle it, a lewd smile on her pretty face. She jazzed the cock fast and Dickie leaned back against her, opening his mouth wide and closing his eyes in sheer lecherous pleasure.
Fae snickered, seeing them, still squeezing Spike's fading prong.
Dickie put up his arms, like a sleepwalker, and came toward Fae stiff-legged. Trish was frigging him ardently and the hard cock was pointing directly at Fae's buttocks. He stopped when the cock jabbed at her soft ass, and opened his eyes. Fae looked over her shoulder and giggled.
"I think I found it," Dickie said in a funny stage whisper, "the secret nooky of Doctor No!"
Trish laughed, massaging him. Fae lifted her ass and watched him. Spike's soft weenie slid out and curled over his leg.
"It has to go into the nooky," Dickie said in his hollow voice, "or die!"
Snickering, Trish guided the hard cock up under Fae, and pressed it into her pussy. Dickie got down, straddling Spike's knees, and fucked it up into the blonde girl. "Jesus, don't let it die," Spike said.
Grabbing Spike, Fae kissed him. "Ohhhh, it ain't dead!" She bit Spike's ear. "It's alive as hell!"
"It's alive and livin' in Fae," Trish said, ducking down to look up under Dickie's ass. She burrowed her head in and licked his hard balls.
"Ohhh God," Fae murmured, "I think I'm gonna come!"
CHAPTER NINE
Willy Shultz loved the two Dillon sisters. "You come through for me, boy," Willy said. "These're prime cunts. Get me some more."
Spike wondered if the two lesbians had sucked off Willy.
He had three calls from girls looking for work. The first one said, "I'm eighteen, dark, with big tits and I can sing." All three wanted his office address.
He thought about it for a moment, then went downstairs and rented a single from the landlord. He put his name on the mailbox and called the three girls back giving them the address and making dates for the next day.
The only trouble was that he would have to stay in the single apartment-office to interview the broads.
And he knew damned well that Dickie was in the other apartment fucking the asses off Fae and Trish. Dickie seemed to have a permanent hard-on. Spike sighed and lit a cigarette, looking over the new office. Well, Dickie was a nice kid, and the girls were nuts about him. Screwing would keep them all occupied and off the streets where they might meet worse.
He had a couple of chairs and a bed in the single; there was a bathroom and closet, nothing else. It wasn't much of an office, no desk or anything, but the best he could do under the circumstances. Maybe the girls could be convinced that it was only a temporary arrangement. Well, fuck what the girls thought. He was lining up talent for a sex show, anyway. It didn't have to be too goddam fancy.
The first girl showed up on time. She was a lithe redhead wearing a mini that was cut within a hair of her snatch, and a see-through blouse that gave him a good idea of how firm and large her tits really were. The nipples were so red he was sure they were rouged.
She came in smiling. "My name's Rose."
Spike nodded and smiled; he was sitting in one of the two chairs which was low enough to give him a great view of her legs. He took down her full name and address on a pad. "You know what the job is about?"
She came over close and sort of undulated in a very subtle way. "I hear it's a naked show, that right?"
He grinned up at her, wanting to reach out and fondle the pussy that was hiding barely under the edge of the skirt.
"It's naked and a little more," he said. Man, this one was giving him a hard-on as good as Fae did.
"Oh, then you wanna see what I got, huh?" She began to unfasten the blouse. "You mean a sex show, honey?"
He nodded, staring at the emerging flesh. "Yeah, a fucking show, baby. We don't want no virgins."
Rose laughed. "Christ! I ain't been a virgin since I was five, for crissake. Anyway, five and a half."
"Why'd you wait so long to get fucked?" She laughed again. Flinging the blouse to the other chair, she shook two of the most lovely breasts at him he had ever seen except for Trish's. She moved close. "You wanna lick, honey?"
Spike grabbed her; she squealed, and he closed his mouth over one titty and sucked hard, licking it madly. His hand swept up between her parted thighs and handled her cunt. She didn't mind.
Somehow he got his cock out of his pants and rocked her onto the bed. She spread her knees and he got on her, jabbing hotly with the engorged prick. With a snicker, Rose flicked the tiny triangle of cloth aside, grabbed his cock and guided it. She hissed. "I think I'm gonna get fucked."
He thrust it in deep; she was warm and gooey in there and her hips began to chum as soon as the cock hit bottom. She wasn't as tight as Fae, but he forgot Fae almost instantly in the whirlpool his pecker had disappeared into. Rose was a fucking machine!
"Ooooo," she said, slapping his undulating butt. "I like a nice long cock in me-you got a wild one, honey."
He said, "You're not old enough to know how to fuck like this."
"I'm eighteen. A girl learns fast, honey. This town fs fulla cocks. "
He laughed again. "You're not a hooker-"
Rose shook her head. "I'm a housewife, honey. I been married a year'n a half. Oooo, keep it comin'...."
"Does your husband know?"
"Hell no. He's a night watchman. He'll never find out. This job is for night work, ain't it?" She tightened her legs about him. "You got a bigger one than Jim-my husband-has ever had."
"You like?"
She giggled. "Ooo, shit, I'm not gonna let you up."
"Who fucked you when you were five?"
"A neighbor kid. We useta go in his basement and play with each other--just like kids do. I finally got him to stick it in me." She squirmed. "Do it fast ... yeah, like that-oooo!"
Spike rammed her, then eased off, glancing at the clock. The next girl was due in a little bit.
Rose asked, "Who do I gotta fuck?"
"I dunno. Probably some nice young pecker. Does it matter?"
"No, I guess not. I wish it was you."
He kissed her. "I forgot to ask, do you suck off?"
"Sure, honey. Everybody does." She licked his lips. "Make me come-I'm right on the goddamn edge-"
He fed it to her hard and fast and she boiled over. She enjoyed it, man did she ever! But she was surprised that he hadn't shot his wad. He tapered her off and rolled off her, prick like a steel rod. Rose was contrite, petting it. She went after it with her mouth.
She was sucking him lovingly when the next girl knocked on the door. "Oh, shit!"
Spike got her into the bathroom with her clothes and put his pecker away. His face was still flushed and the cock was poking his pants out, but what the hell.
"I'm Mimi," the girl said. She came into the room and Spike saw her sniffing. She could hardly miss the humid smell of cunt in the close air. She smiled and sat on a chair, crossing beautiful legs. She was petite, a tiny girl with dark red hair and enormous eyes. Her blouse showed good cleavage, a deep part between the breasts, creamy skin.
Spike took her name and address as usual. Sometimes the tiny ones were wild fuckers.
Rose came out of the bathroom, dressed; she smiled sweetly and undulated to the door. Spike followed her into the hall where she reached instantly for his cock and squeezed it.
"I'll call you very soon," he promised. "I gotta get a few more girls together-you'll all go in a bunch."
She nodded. "I loved it, honey." She kissed him deeply. "Call me anyway ... I can come over in the daytime."
"Yeah." Man, what a broad!
She kissed him once more, gave a last tug on his prick, and went down the hall, wriggling her ass because she knew he was staring at it.
He was horny as hell when he went back into the room.
Mimi was smiling at him, stark naked, her hands behind her head.
When he closed the door behind him, she was wriggling her butt and bumping her cunt in a very provocative way. She had nice large titties, rolling and swaying heavily. Spike licked his lips and his prong struggled to get out.
"Izzis what you want, sweetheart?" she asked.
Spike went over to her and sat down abruptly on the carpet. Mimi, smiling like a cherub, moved close, opened her shapely thighs wide and set her cunt on his mouth, wiggling it. He grabbed her round ass in both hands and began to eat her furiously. She was delicious.
"Ooo my goodness," she said, "you got a long tongue, haven't you?"
Spike said, "Ooooughh," licking her; she was juicy and tasted a good deal like Trish.
"Don't talk," Mimi said, panting a little, "just eat your lunch ... oh goodness! Don't bite, you cocksucker!"
"I never sucked one in my life," Spike mumbled.
"You dunno what you're missing, darling. Ooo, lemme sit on the bed-"
He pushed her to the bed and she dropped, legs high and feet flat on the spread. That way her cunt was open to him, tangy and swollen. Mimi was plenty hot. Hot enough to throw a fast fuck into. He fought his cock out of the pants as he lapped her. It sprang out ready for battle. Rising swiftly, he grinned at her and deftly inserted his prick. She humped her bottom and the cock buried itself almost to the hair the first lunge. He thrust it the rest of the way, fucking her smoothly.
She was a very pretty girl, skin like satin with lush lips and those enormous eyes. They were violet, black around the edges, clotted with mascara, a little too much, and they sparkled with mysterious lights. She leaned on her hands and her big titties waggled as he fucked her.
She said, "This isn't the job, is it?" She glanced around swiftly. "Unless you got holes in the fucking walls."
"No holes in the walls," he said, feeling her pussy tighten around the shaft of his cock. "I'm the agent. I just get the girls together."
"Oh." She looked at him with a faint smile. "Then I don't hafta fuck you at all...."
"Not unless you want to." He slowed his pumping.
She took a breath. Then she smiled. "I want to
-don't you dare stop for an instant!"
"Yeah, now it's in there, we might as well use it."
Mimi giggled at him. "You're cute." Leaning forward, she bit his lower lip lightly. "Whyn't you get on top of me?"
"Yeah." It only took a moment. She wound her supple legs about him and her ass quaked. He asked her if she was married.
"God no! Who wants t'be married?"
He said, "Boyfriends?"
"Yeah, lots," she nodded. "None of 'em have cocks as big as yours." She kissed him hotly. "This is fun!"
"The job is a sex show," he told her. "You gotta fuck and suck off guys. Okay?"
Mimi giggled. "God, I'm doing it alla time now for free. I don't wanna get whipped, though."
"No whipping," he promised. She looked fourteen, but when he asked she claimed seventeen. She lived with her parents and dodged the school questions. He knew damned well she was a high school girl.
She fucked almost as good as Fae. When she came she was a small volcano and dragged the jism out of him, too. He had a delightful time between her legs.
Then he discovered an interesting thing about her. He had lost his wad, but she was still purring. She kissed him, a little breathlessly. "Keep fuckin' me, sweetheart."
"I'm fucked out."
"No, you aren't. You're hard as a rock." She licked his mouth, holding him closely, legs tight as steel bands about him, her loins moving steadily. "I'm still comin' a little bit, baby-keep fuckin' me-please don't stop-more! More!" She had a weird, feverish light in her dark eyes, and she was gyrating in a sensuous, greedy wriggle, cunt-squeezing his prong and rubbing his ass. "Ohhh, fuck me, sweetheart-keep it comin'-hump me, darling ... oh yeah!"
"When d'you stop coming, for crissake?"
She was panting hard. "I'm coming! FUCK ME!-OHHH GOOOOD, FUCK ME!"
He slammed the prick into her and she became a volcano again. She wasn't fooling-she was orgasming from her toes. It welled up, engulfing her, shaking and rocking her. Spike held her small body with both hands and fed the prick into her as hard as he could go.
She moaned and jerked-as long as he kept fucking her. If he began to slow the pumping, she moaned louder and picked at him, hissing in his ear. "Fuck it, sweetheart ... keep fuckin' me..
Someone knocked on the door.
"We gotta pull the chain," he said. More knocking.
She wouldn't let him roll off. He yelled at the door, "Just a minute-hang on ..
It took five minutes to uncouple from Mimi. She pouted, got her naked ass off the bed, and he shoved her into the bathroom with her clothes. She grabbed at his cock. "Tell'er to go away. Let's screw some more."
Spike closed the door on her. If he hesitated he'd do just that. What a pussy! Wiping the prong, he put it away, took a deep breath, and went to the door.
This time it was a blonde, a sweet-faced wench with large barely covered knockers, a mini and a lewd smile. "You screwing somebody, Mr. Martin?"
"Not now," he said. She was staring at his crotch.
"I'm Dora," she said and sat on one of the chairs. "I hear you're getting together a fuck show."
Spike lit a cigarette with trembling fingers, looking at her. Not bad. A lot of girl flesh, well stacked. She came right out, too. He nodded. "That's right."
"You want a lot of this?" she asked. She lifted both knees and slid them over the arms of the chair. There, winking at him, was a juicy naked cunt.
"Oh shit!" Spike said. He puffed clouds of smoke, staring at the swollen lips of the blonde ringed pussy.
"It can do tricks," Dora said in a sweet voice. She produced a long pink rubber prick from somewhere. Smiling at him, she inserted it into her cunt and began to frig herself. It went in eight inches or so, squishing in and out. Her little puckered asshole stared back at him.
At that moment Mimi came out of the bathroom. She stopped short and gaped at the erotic picture. Mimi was dressed again, the hot flush gone from her cheeks. "Oh my Gawd!"
Dora stopped masturbating. She left the prick inside her and smiled. "Is that who was screwing you?"
"Yeah," Spike said. He got up and took Mimi's arm, leading her to the door. Mimi kept staring at the grinning blonde.
Outside the door, Mimi automatically rubbed his cock, and rubbed her leg against him, as he gave her the particulars. "I'll call you when I've got the girls together for the show."
"I wanna fuck some more."
He sighed. She'd kill him. The thought crossed his mind to send her to Dutch. She'd fuck his prick to a nub, the sonofabitch.
"Are you gonna screw that blonde?"
"Go home, baby," he told her. "Your engine's overheated."
Mimi giggled. "It's always that way, sweetheart."
He watched her down the hallway and his cock got very damned hard.
He went back inside the room. Dora was still jazzing her pussy dreamily with the dildo. He went over to her, yanked his pecker out, slid the dildo out of her and put his cock in.
She said, "Oh, hello. I thought you'd never get around to it."
Spike fucked her surgingly. She had a good, tight pussy, and a definite squeeze on the shaft. She lay back in the chair with a quiet smile and opened her blouse. Two ripe red nipples stared at him. She said, "That was a cute one, that little redhead with the big eyes."
"And she fucked like a pig," Spike said, fondling the tits.
"I'll do any fuckin' thing you want, honey. I'll bet she couldn't take it up the ass."
"Is there a big call for that?"
"My boyfriend likes it." Dora smiled crookedly. "It keeps down the goddam population."
"How old're you, anyway?"
"Nineteen," she said, smiling at him with heavily lidded eyes. She was as creamy-skinned as the others, a slightly larger girl, with very lusciously formed breasts. She didn't look that old.
He pushed his hardened cock into her rosebud. She lifted her legs higher and closed her eyes when it oozed in. It was tight as a glove and he could feel her muscles contract around it. He pushed and she gritted her teeth, arching her back. She breathed, "Oh, Gawd-you got a big sonofabitch!"
"Does it hurt?"
She put her hand down and pushed on his belly. "Stop for a sec-no, it doesn't hurt-but you're stretchin' my pore little ass ... ooooo, work it in and out ... yeah, like that."
He pushed her creamy legs higher and stared at his prick, half of it buried in her asshole. Her muscles were closing around it; she was squeezing it with a nice rhythm. "Can you feel that?"
"Yeah," he said, watching her cunt crawl and squiggle as she squeezed the prong.
She said, "Gimme the rest of it, honey-keep workin' it in." She writhed as he pushed gently. The cock was burying itself to the hair. There were glinting lights in her eyes as she grinned at him. "Oooo, that motherfucker is touching the back of my throat."
"You're a cock-happy broad."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Don't get me wrong-I'm not complaining, for crissakes." His hard balls massaged her butt as he stabbed the cock as deep as it would go. She was calmly fingering herself in the slit as he reamed her.
"Sex is fun," she said. "If I get this job, whatta I have to do?"
"Fuck a lot of guys, I guess. Suck 'em off-that kinda thing. Have a lot of fun."
She smiled. "You're pretty cute. Can we see t each other once in a while afterward?"
"I thought you had a boyfriend."
Dora laughed. "Honey, I got a dozen boyfriends. But none of 'em are hung like you. I like you."
"I like you too, but I got a coupla girl friends who keep me squeezed dry."
She sighed. "Yeah, that's the fuckin' trouble with the world. All the good cocks are taken."
It took him about five minutes to get his gun off in her ass. She was muscle-massaging it too much to let him last long. He leaned down and kissed her hotly as she frigged herself off, and then they had a cigarette each while he gave her the particulars. Willy would adore this blonde freak.
She was gone from the apartment-office only a few minutes when Phyllis showed up.
When she opened the door she made a grab for his cock-and got it. She was practiced. She was a red-brown-haired wench with too much makeup, heavy dark eyes and a full mouth. Spike pulled her inside, feeling her unzip him and dive her hand down to capture the naked pecker.
He said, "How d'you know I'm the guy you're s'posed to see?"
She snickered, jazzing the hardening cock with one hand and shoving her other down to grab his balls. "You're the only guy in the room."
Close up to her he could see she was older than the others. This one was at least twenty-five, though she hid it well. He asked her name as he unfastened her blouse and looked at her tits. They were very nice.
She asked, "You wanna fuck or a blow job?" She opened her thighs and rubbed the prickhead against her pussy. "You can have both but not at the same time."
He looked at her. "D'you know why you're here, baby?"
She smiled and shrugged. "Sure, you wanna get your rocks off, right?"
"Wrong. I'm a theatrical agent. Who sent you?" She stared. "An .agent? For what, a play or something?"
"Yeah, a play." He knew damned well she was a hooker.
Phyllis sighed. "Some shit in a bar told me t'come up and see you." She looked at the stiffening prick, and continued to handle it. "Jesus, we got it hard now, honey, and it's a real beaut. Whyn't we just knock off a quickie?"
Spike laughed. "For free, baby?" He patted her ass.
She laughed with him. "Sure, why not? For free. Hell, I don't get a pecker like that mor'n once or twice a week. It'll be one on me, okay?"
He took the cock away from her and slid it into his pants again. Phyllis followed it with regretful eyes, then sighed. "Well, a gal can't win 'em all."
"You're pretty good-lookin' stuff, honey." Spike admired her naked breasts. "Pull up your skirt.'" She yanked it around her waist. She wore a tiny little cunt-covering triangle. "You wanna see my pussy?"
He shook his head. "Turn around."
She had a nice ass, too. She bent over and wriggled it for him, looking over her shoulder saucily. "See anything you want, baby?"
He slapped the butt. "Can you do the dirty bumps?"
She showed him-and in showing him made his pecker stir. She could writhe and wriggle the can all right. Tucking up her skirt so her long, tapering legs were naked to the navel, she put both hands behind her neck and gave him an exhibition of obscene wriggling and bumping that set his teeth on edge.
In the middle of it, she said, "Whyn't you fuck me, honey?" She untied the triangle and let it flutter to the carpet, then bumped her way over to him, tits rolling and swaying, pouting her lips.
Spike yanked his stiff prick out, sat down on a chair and scooped her in, curling an arm about her bare ass. Squealing, she straddled his lap and his cock seemed to find her pussy of its own accord. She bounced on it hard as it dug its way into her, bugging her tits in his face.
She said, "Oooo, what a cock!" Holding his shoulders, she revolved her loins, bucking and humping, keeping the prick well buried. "Goddam, you got me hot, honey!"
He laughed and licked her titties.
She sucked in her breath. "Hell, let's send out for a bottle and fuck the rest of the night!"
It was fun sitting there, fondling her heaving ass and letting her work herself into an orgasm. She enjoyed it, provoking herself into a berserk state, and moaning like a wounded Amazon when she exploded.
Afterward she sat on the floor between his knees and sucked him off.
When she got dressed again, he gave her Dutch's address and sent her to see him. She was exactly what Dutch wanted for the ledge.
CHAPTER TEN
When he returned to the apartment, Spike found Dickie screwing Fae. The two of them were in bed, under the covers, both half asleep, but fucking with a languorous rhythm.
Trish was in the bathtub, soaking.
"They been doing it all afternoon," Trish said, sighing. "That Dickie-he's got a permanent hard-on. He loves to pack it in. You can't keep him off Fae."
"She don't seem t'mind."
"She don't, for a fact." Trish giggled. "Them two're fucking fools."
"Can I scrub your cunt? "
"If you want."
But when he came near and leaned over the tub, she grabbed at his pecker and freed it from his pants. He let her lick on it a moment, then he lifted her out of the tub, dried her off, and took her to the nearest couch. She was hungry and fed on his prick ravenously.
Later on he sent Dickie out for food. "Strap down your cock, kiddo." Trish and Fae prepared a list and Dickie went off dutifully to the store. He was a very polite lad.
Spike had thought of Dickie as a problem, but in the days he had lived with them he had not been one-indeed it had been somewhat the other way round. He had provided a kind of babysitting service. With Spike necessarily out of the apartment for long periods, attending to business, he had worried about the girls-would they be flagging down passing males just to get laid?
He had thought so. Fae was unable to go long with some kind of diddling ... and Trish had only to open her mouth for some guy to stick his cock into it.
But Dickie had solved the thing nicely. Dickie, with his practically permanent hard-on, could keep both girls satisfied. A young stallion, he was lecherous as a goat and an accomplished muff diver.
So Spike never complained when Dickie fucked Fae till her eyes bugged out. Fae never complained, either.
Dutch complained.
Dutch called Spike on the phone. "That fuckin' Willy Shultz has got a sex combo in his back room and he's cleanin' up!"
"Is zat so?" Spike said with as much surprise in his tone as he could muster. "A sex show?"
"The cocksucker has got a coupla lesbians that're outa this world-they tell me," Dutch yelled. "I wanna see you, pal."
He had to go to the club. In his office, Dutch was fuming. Someone had stolen a march on him.
"It ain't my fault," Spike said, shrugging.
Dutch's little pig eyes were suspicious as hell. He moved his lumpy jaw around, regarding Spike with an almost hostile glare. "You damn sure you din't get Willy them broads?"
"Hell no, Dutch!" Spike made a mental note to call Willy and make sure Dutch never learned the truth. "Jeez Christ, Dutch, I woulda give them to you first, you surely know that, don't you?"
"Ummmm," Dutch said, not entirely convinced. "Listen, if you're gonna start up a sex show .. "What else?" Dutch demanded. "My customers are sayin' they hafta go to Willy's joint to see cunts lickin' each other. I want you should get me some good pussy lickers. Young ones."
"You got a ledge fulla broads!"
Dutch made a noise like a fart. "I want young, beautiful stuff with big tits-like Willy's got." Spike sat and looked at him. Dutch had a certain rep. Young, beautiful cunts wouldn't work for Dutch-when they knew him. Or if they did, like Lutzi, they had to be able to fight him off.
Dutch said, "Whassamatter wi' you?"
Spike sighed. "If I find you some young, beautiful pussy you'll stick your goddam cock down their throats."
Dutch glared. "So? What business of yours?"
"If you do, they won't stay, for crissakes."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because young, beautiful cunts like to be hosed an' lapped by young guys, that's why."
Dutch scowled and broke a pencil in half. He flung the pieces into a corner. "I fuck ever' dame who works for me!"
Spike sighed. "Okay, Dutch." He got up and went to the door. "How's Lutzi?"
"She's a goddam exception," Dutch yelled. "Anyhow, one o' these days she's gonna open her legs."
"You make the-young, beautiful broads I bring you exceptions and maybe it's a deal."
Dutch's face was very red. "Don't you gimme orders, you cocksuckin' motherfucker!"
Spike shrugged and waited.
It took Dutch five minutes to agree not to handle the broads. Spike said, "I'll tell 'em they don't hafta screw you ..
Spike sighed again and opened the door. "Yeah, I thought of it." He closed the door carefully behind him, glad to get out.
Where the hell would he find young stuff-more auditions?
When he got back to the apartment-office, Ann was waiting for him. He hardly recognized her from Willy Shultz's place. The little redhead was dressed in a navy blue outfit that concealed her lovely large tits-which had so taken his eyes before.
"Hi, darling," she said and followed him into the room.
He was surprised and told her so.
She said, "I hadda leave Willy, the sonofabitch-I mean for good." She came over close to him and her hand went out to fondle his fly.
Spike watched her unzip him and slide her hand inside his pants to caress the naked pecker. "Every time a girl grabs my handle," he .said, "it means she wahts something."
Ann giggled softly, massaging the dick. "Okay, so I want something." She put her thighs against his, lifted the heavy dock out of his pants and slid it up under her short skirt. "I want a job."
"Why'd you leave Willy?"
"I got tired of used jism." She was rubbing the dong on her pussy lips and the insides of her bare thighs.
"Huh?"
"The sonofabitch was screwing every girl who came near him. I got so I could taste which one he had last."
Spike laughed. He recalled that Willy had told him what a great cocksucker this one was. "What can you do?"
"Sit down an' I'll show you."
Spike sat on the nearest chair and she was squirming between his knees in a second, licking the cock. He said, "I meant for a living. You d'wannabe a hooker, huh?"
"You taste good." She was laving the cockhead and licking the underside of the shaft busily. Then she kissed it and looked up at him with murky eyes, still nuzzling the stiff thing. "No, I d'wanna learn the whore trade." She couldn't keep her mouth off the prick.
Spike reached down and felt both titties. Very nice ones.
She said, "You can fuck me if you want...."
"I already did, remember?"
She smiled. "Oh yeah, I forgot." She unfastened his belt and pulled the pants away from the weenie. "You got a gorgeous prick, honey."
"Suck me off, baby, then we'll talk about the job."
"Okay...." She put her lips over it and slid down, taking most of its length into her mouth. She went back and forth on it for a while, taking most of it into her mouth and sucking hard as she moved back to the cockhead, cheeks hollowing, then down again-over and over, licking and teasing with her tongue the whole time.
She did it as if she loved it. Willy had been right; she was a hell of a cocksucker-and she was beautiful.
She'd be just the thing for Dutch's sex show. She said, "Hurry up and come for me..
"I d'wanna come."
She licked up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, looking up at him pertly. "Whatta you think I'm sucking you for?"
Spike smiled, reaching down and caressing her titties. He unzipped the back of her dress and she shook it off her shoulders; then he did the same for her bra. He fondled and squeezed her naked breasts. They were firm as Trish's.
He said, "Lemme suck your tits."
"I'm trying to blow you! "
"Dammit! Lemme lick 'em for a minute," He pulled at her shapely shoulders and she rose with a sigh. In a second she had slipped out of her skirt and stood before him stark naked and as lovely as any pussy he had ever seen. In another second she moved with a supple grace, straddling his lap and pointing the long, heavy penis to her lair. She sat down on it, mouth open, then pursed. Spike slid both hands along her bare thigh to her divine hips and watched his cock disappear up inside her.
She began to undulate over it, generating friction, and Spike leaned her back and began to lick her firm delicious tits. She was panting almost at once, biting her lips, fluttering her lashes. Man, what a lovely piece!
She said, "God, it's in me a mile!"
"Open your mouth, lemme see if I can see it." She giggled, bouncing and rolling her loins in a lecherous ballet.
He said, "I got a job for you ... fucking."
"That's not a job."
"Listen, what can you do? What kind of a job do you want?"
She leaned and kissed him wetly, humping herself over the stiff wand. "I can't do anything, except screw. I dropped outa school-I been hanging around with guys like Willy all my life."
"Baby, you're a great cocksucker."
She sighed. "Okay, get me a job where I can learn something while I'm blowing the boss ... on the side."
Spike laughed. She was pretty cute. "How about a sex show? You wanna go on the stage?"
Ann giggled. "Screwing on a stage!" She rocked more slowly over his prick. "No kidding? Willy was talking about that...."
"Willy is doing it, and I got a client who wants to do it too. You'd be great! You're a beautiful broad, honey. Y'wanna give it a whirl?"
"For dough? I mean good dough?"
"Sure. And for kicks, too." He humped upward. "You can have one of these in each end, baby."
She giggled again. "Yeah-okay, who do I fuck around with, guys and gals both?"
"Both, if I can find some other broads."
Ann smiled. "I know some ... well, two. Only one is a terrible lesbian, you know, a confirmed kind. She won't let a man near her."
"Is she young'n pretty?"
"Yeah, both are. You wanna meet 'em?"
He smiled.
Then he laid her on the couch and put his cock into her mouth. She held his ankles while he fucked it between her lips and blew the load.
He forgot to ask her why she was sore at Willy Shultz.
Trish and Fae began to nag him about going on the stage. He had talked about it with Beany, and had promised them they could, they said.
They had even worked up some cute tricks in his absence-with Dickie. Interesting ways of threeway coupling and sucking, using dildos and an occasional Coke bottle. Spike watched Fae fucking Dickie in the ass, with a strapped-on rubber prick, while Dickie and Trish were mutually sucking. It was a good act, of course, but he didn't want to lose the two beautiful girls.
He was pretty sure that if he put them on a stage, some guy with pockets full of dough would lure them away-despite their assurance that they loved him. He had no faith in girls who were tempted with folding money.
He put them off, saying no one was putting on sex shows-that the fuzz was clamping down-anything he could think of.
He took both naked girls into his bed, loving them and kissing them, fondling them and promising that he would put them on a stage as soon as he could find someone to finance the show. Trish mouthed his cock while he explained to them what it took to put on a stage show, and it satisfied them somewhat, he thought.
Trish swore at him when he took the prick away from her and put it into Fae. She began pinching his ass while he fucked Fae, and biting his ear, and trying to wriggle between him and Fae-and finally he gave her the prick back. Rolling over on his back, Spike let Trish suck the cock while he pulled Fae's pussy to his mouth and licked her, which kept her quiet. Man, with those two, a guy needed two cocks.
In the middle of the night he woke to a rhythmic bouncing and discovered Dickie in bed with them, and Fae's legs about the boy, both of them fucking, and asleep, contented as just-fucked minks.
There was a beautiful smile on Fae's lovely face. He wondered what she was dreaming.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dutch loved the girls. From a slight distance. He didn't try to fuck Ann or the two girls she brought to Spike, Piper and Ioma. Ioma was the lesbian, a tall, slinky, small-hipped female with a mean look, Spike thought.
Ann had told him privately that Ioma would suck a cunt till the girl screamed for mercy. "She's made me scream a lotta times."
Piper was small and blonde, an explosive package like Ann herself. Piper was married to a sailor overseas and, according to Ann, needed nooky. She also thought she would get a kick out of fucking in public. They were all pretty girls, as pretty as Willy's new stable, and young.
Spike called around and got two young guys to perform with them, and Dutch's show went on to a crowded back room.
It was a success. The two guys were able to keep their hard-ons in front of the audience-there was nothing worse than a performer with a case of the softs-and the girls were horny and made the audience feel they were happy at their work. Ioma sucked Ann's cunt and tits, making the lovely redhead scream out in three orgasms; then Ioma fucked her with a dildo, grinning at the crowd.
Spike got a bonus from Dutch, the lumpy-faced guy was so pleased. He said, "I got the bes' fuckin' show in this whole, pussy-lovin' town."
Spike thought he had the best one at home. When he arrived home after midnight the two sex kittens and Dickie were playing one of their favorite games. Trish and Fae were sixty-nining, and Dickie was fucking Fae in the ass.
Spike pulled the boy off her and tried to get his prick in the same orifice, but it was too big. When he got the head of it in her, Fae began yelling for him to take it out. "It's splitting me!"
He let Dickie go at her again, hoping the boy would enlarge her. He certainly tried.
According to the grapevine, quite a few other clubs and some bars were installing live sex shows. Success spawns imitation.
Spike put out the word again that he was looking for girls, cute, big-tittied, unbattered pussy, no old whores need apply-
He could see that the customers would want new faces. After you've seen the same girl fucked and refucked, sucked and buggered by a variety of guys, you've had it, was his argument to club-owners. He made arrangements to send the girls, like Ann, Ioma and Piper, the Dillon twins and all the other broads, from one club to another.
It kept him busy. Sometimes when he went home the apartment smelled like an Egyptian whorehouse, stinking of jism, and the three would be out cold, sprawled in various positions, naked, on the couch and beds. Fucked out.
Fae always had that same beautiful look ... what he was coming to recognize as her well fucked look.
At these times he wondered that Dickie could hard-cock them both so well. It must take him most of the day to fuck them into a torpor. Dickie was a whiz. Spike examined the kid's cock for splints, but there were none. His cock muscle was the strongest part of him.
Spike had thought now and then of getting Fae or Trish to act as secretary-he needed one desperately. But he realized that it would be telling. The girls would then know what a trade there was in sex shows, and start with the nagging again.
So he hired a secretary, a girl named Suzette.
Suzette was small, petite, with dark hair and an oval face, innocent in appearance; she had lovely tits and a nice shape. She could type and take shorthand. And she liked to fuck.
Spike didn't particularly want a fucker as a secretary, because there was a lot of work-records, pay scales and a thousand notes to keep. He wanted someone who would really work. He hired Suzette because the employment agency gave her very good references, and because of her innocent face.
But the first time he came near her-as she was bending over a file cabinet-she wriggled her hips, pulled her short skirt higher and said, "Oh, yeah...."
He brushed against her ass, and he knew instantly she thought that he wanted to screw her. Sighing, he pulled out his pecker and slid it up under her butt, finding her cunt wet and ripe. He thrust it in to the hair while she cooed, hanging onto the cabinet.
Spike took the cock out then, sat down and turned her around to straddle his lap. Smiling at him, she opened her blouse while he put the cock in her again. Where had the innocent look gone?
She said, "Oooo, you've got a darling one...."
She showed him her naked titties, made them wobble, and squealed as he sucked them, one after the other. She had tits just like Fae's, and they tasted the same.
He put the cock into her about two hours after she started work the first day. Writhing together on the chair, they made the fuck last twenty minutes, give or take a few. Then they had cigarettes together, and coffee, and Suzette's innocent look began to return. She went back to her desk and got to work; Spike got on the phone.
In two hours she was back again, rubbing herself on him, feeling for his prong-and the innocent look had once more disappeared. "Wanna fuck?" she asked, in a very cute way, fiddling with the cock, offering him two delectable breasts.
This time he laid her on the couch, and as he put the prick in her she asked him to take her home with him. "I want to sleep with you tonight."
He said, "You wouldn't sleep-you'd want to screw all night."
Suzette giggled. "Maybe. I can't help it."
"You can't help what?"
She slid her legs about him tighter, whispering into his ear. "I like to get screwed a lot, don't you?"
He laughed and kissed her. "Whatta you do when there's no one around-no pecker to sit on, I mean?"
"Use my vibrator. I keep one in my purse."
Spike fucked her off and on for an hour. He learned that she lived with an ailing mother and an uncle who looked after his sister, and spent a good deal of his time between Suzette's legs.
"He's not much older than me," she told him, "and I hate to be alone at night." She showed him how she used the vibrator, inserting it in her pussy and squirming almost uncontrollably as the thing pulsated. Spike held her lustful little body in his arms, kissing her until she orgasmed, twitching and jerking and panting.
She protested when he took the vibrator out of her snatch. She would probably have left it there the rest of the day. He put it in her purse again and sent her back to work.
Just before quitting time, she again asked him to fuck her, and this time he put her on the couch, inserted the vibrator and let her orgasm while he held her down. "I hired you to file and type," he said, "not to screw."
She kissed him with lush lips. "You're getting something extra, darling. Take that stupid thing out of me and get on top...."
He finally did.
The next day an act showed up, the first of many. Spike hadn't considered that possibility, probably because he had too many other things on his mind, but he saw at once that it was just what the sex trade needed.
The act was a man and a girl ... who looked quite normal. The man was slim, rather tall and about thirty, Spike thought. He looked like any of a million other citizens who worked in offices. He dressed neatly and slightly-out of style; he had sandy hair and a long nose. The girl was petite, seeming to be younger than she actually was. The man said she was actually seventeen, but small for her age. She was shy-appearing, with dimples, but extremely nice legs at which a micro-mini allowed him a good look.
"I'm Jeno and this is Jennie," the man said. "We do a sex act." He glanced uncertainly at Suzette, licking his lips. Suzette went on typing.
Spike locked the door. "A sex act?" He shrugged. "Whatta you do?"
The man blinked, and the girl fluttered her black lashes almost as though she were too shy to speak. He said, "Yes, an act. We've done it out on the coast-some of the clubs are using weirdos now."
"Weirdo?" Spike said. "You do a weirdo act?"
"That's what they call it. You know, for the billing."
Spike nodded and sat down, lighting a cigarette. That was when it occurred to him that he might be in on the ground floor. Unusual sex acts might be a sensation! Not just straight fucking. "Yeah, go on," he said, waving his hand. "Lemme see what you do."
"If you like us-can you book us? "
"Hell yeah," Spike said. "Tomorrow."
Jeno nodded, smiled, and looked at the girl. "Okay, honey, let's give him the full treatment."
"There's no music," the girl said.
Suzette rose, "I can turn on the radio...."
Jeno shook his head. "We got our own music. Jennie comes out first and shakes it, you know--show 'em, honey."
Smiling, Jennie moved to the center of the floor and began to writhe. Spike felt his dork rising. This supple youngster was moving everything that could wriggle or sway, and doing it in a very provocative manner. He glanced at Suzette and saw the petite girl's eyes riveted on Jennie's ass with an almost unbelieving stare. Jennie was bumping and revolving, making coital motions and bouncing her tits in a primitive rhythm. Jeno smiled broadly at them and slyly winked at Spike.
"Howzat grab you?" He rubbed his own fly. "She can get a brass monkey hard."
"I bet," said Spike. He licked his lips. Man, he would like to throw one into Jennie. But with that ass-action she might chew a cock to shreds. He stared at her as she slowly began to undress.
Jeno said, "We get 'em horned up with the coozie dance first." He shed his coat and kicked off his shoes. "When we get down to it we don't move around. Mostly I sit on a high stool...." He glanced around but there was none in the office. "I'll sit on this chair, then."
Jennie was naked. Spike felt his face get flushed-Jesus, what a set of boobs! She was built like a brick shithouse. She had a pink skin, and the dark hair of her head and between her legs contrasted starkly with it. Her tits had huge dark nipples. She moved in the center of the room, seeming to take the attention from Jeno as he finished undressing. Spike had no desire to look at Jeno.
But he turned his head at Suzette's quick intake of breath. Jeno had a great, long cock ... the longest he had ever seen.
"That's King Peter," Jeno said, moving his hips so the cock dangled, half hard. It waggled from knee to knee, hanging down like a small arm, with great heavy balls behind it. Jeno smiled at them, especially Suzette. "You like it, honey?"
Suzette swallowed hard and blinked at Spike. "It-it's too big for me...."
Jeno laughed. "You'd be surprised at all the gals who can take it-one way or the other." He made a motion to Jennie to come closer. She danced to him, waggling her tits, grinning.
What the fuck were they going to do? Spike lit another cigarette and tried to wait. He sat on the couch, and Suzette came over and sat by him, staring at the two naked people. He gave her a cigarette and watched her light it with trembling fingers. Suzette was very interested. Spike reached out and squeezed her. breast, but she hardly noticed.
Jennie was smiling at her tiny audience now, and stroking Jeno's long cock. The meaty thing rose slowly. Jeno sat on the straight chair, legs out before him, leaning back with a half-lidded smile. The cock became larger-not longer, but thicker and stiffer. It was a huge pink spike, jutting up from hard, hairy balls.
Jennie fondled it, knelt by his thigh, and stroked it with both hands, kissed it and cooed to it. Her actions said it was the sweetest, most delectable banana in the world. She began licking it more and more. Jeno's hips pushed it up and down very smoothly and rather slowly. She put her mouth over it and swallowed the huge purple head of it. Jeno fucked it between her lips gently.
Suzette, staring intently, forgot the cigarette she held, and the long ash fell onto the floor.
Spike said, "Is that all you do?"
Jeno held up his hand. "Wait."
Jennie was kneeling beside him now, both tits resting on Jeno's thigh, sucking his cock as hard as she could go. Both her hands were gripping the long shaft of it, one sliding around the pulsing balls, mauling them. The mouth fuck was getting to Jeno. He was squirming a little. He paid no further attention to Spike and Suzette. One of his hands slid over Jennie's shoulder and slipped under her to fondle the titties.
They were only a couple of yards away, and Spike could easily hear the tiny mouth-sounds as Jennie sucked him; she was going after it as though it alone remained and there was a time limit on the suckery.
Spike realized that she was trying to arouse him to the point of orgasm. He heard Suzette crush the cigarette butt in a tray, felt her slide closer to him. When her hand crept over his leg toward his prong, he glanced at her. She was flushed and horny. She grabbed his prick and massaged it through the cloth.
Then Jeno sighed. All at once Jennie let up on the feverish cocksucking. She continued to lick the glowing meat, but not to try for the prize. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and Jeno nodded.
She moved back. Jeno drew his knees up till he was in an ordinary sitting position. He swallowed several times, then he put his head down and took half the cock into his mouth.
"Ooohhhh, God!" Suzette said. Her mouth fell open.
Jennie was giggling at them, one hand still fondling the hairy balls.
Jeno sucked himself with a lewd rhythm, up and down, up and down, not touching the cock with either hand. And he was really sucking, Spike saw with fascination. He had seen photos of guys licking their own pricks, but this was the first in the flesh. Jeno was going for the boiling point. He was trying to make himself spout.
Man, what an act! Spike watched the kinky action with shining eyes. Dutch would go out of his mind for an act like this ... to beat out Willy Shultz. The fucked-up wantons who hung around Dutch's club would lap this up.
His own cock was terribly hard, and Suzette was fumbling and pulling at his zipper, trying to get into the pants. He flicked down the zipper for her and she dived into his crotch with a funny little cry. A few feet away, Jennie watched with laughing eyes. She had seen this kind of thing plenty of times before. Spike wondered how long she had been doing this funky act with the long-handled Jeno.
Suzette had his cock out in the open and was devouring it with gasps and gulps ... watching Jeno at the same time. It felt good and he patted her ass. Suzette was curled up on the couch, her back to him, sucking harder than Jeno was.
Jeno could take half the huge prick on each downward surge. His cheeks would hollow as he went up, squeezing with his lips. Jennie frigged the shaft and leaned in, licking it up and down. She was getting more excited by the second. One of Jeno's long arms was groping down between her legs. Spike watched the guy slide a thick finger into her, a finger as large as most cocks. Jennie's ass began to move; she was fucking herself on the hard finger, holding his arm with one hand, jazzing the cock with the other.
Then Jeno came. Jennie squealed all at once, frigging like crazy, squeezing cock and balls. The white flood erupted, cascading down the sides of the prick. Jeno's mouth left the volcano as he stiffened, panting. Jennie instantly surged forward, covering the cockhead with pouting lips, sucking up the dribbling stuff. The smell of jism washed through the room.
It was more than Spike could fight against. He sighed deeply and let himself be sucked over the edge also.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was quiet in the room for a time, a quiet broken only by the sucking sounds as the two girls gorged on the edible prongs in a warm and lazy suck scene. Spike, relaxed completely, lit a cigarette and lay back, watching Jennie suck on the huge but fading weenie. The big cock grew soft, but its length did not much lessen. It lost thickness and strength only.
Petite Suzette sat up finally, still holding the limp wand, and seemed disappointed there was no one to fuck her.
When Jeno stirred, he looked at Spike. "That's our act-most of it. Usually it brings down the fuckin' house."
Spike smiled. "I bet it does. What else d'you do?"
"Screw her. But that's the ordinary stuff. Sometimes I get volunteers outa the audience. You know, dames who wanna get a bigger slice than the ol' men give them "
"I lay on my back, too," Jennie said, batting her lashes.
Jeno said, "She means we do a trick cocksucking thing ..He patted Jennie's butt. "Here, show 'em." He stood and asked for the couch. When Spike slid off it, Jennie flopped on her back and hung her head over the side, opening her mouth.
Jeno came, knelt, and put his long cock into her mouth and eased it in to the hair almost at once. He said, "It's like a sword-swallowing act. This way she can take the whole prick at once, right down to the balls."
It gave him another hard-on, just watching it. Spike smiled at the supine girl. When Jeno pulled out the long cock, Spike said, "Lemme try that." Jeno looked surprised, but said nothing. Spike unzipped and flipped out his prick. Jennie actually smiled as he laid the big head of it on her upper lip. Her long slim fingers curled about the shaft and guided it between ruby lips, and Spike pushed gently. The cock slid smoothly into her mouth and down her long throat. All he could see were her lips and chin; her face was under him.
Jeno said, "When we do this, I usually have a guy bend over and look up her snatch t'see if he can see it coming out there."
Spike laughed and pulled the cock out. Jennie sat up, looking at it. Reaching for it, she pulled him closer and licked it, frigging it warmly, grinning at him.
"She's a hot little cunt," Jeno said.
"Are you two married?"
Jeno shook his head, examining the long prick, then fishing a pack of cigarettes from his shirt. "We're second cousins, that's all. You wanna fuck 'er? Go ahead."
Spike shucked his pants in a hurry, passing his cigarettes to Suzette, who pouted at him. Jennie still had a stranglehold on his prick, massaging it, handling it. The thing was steely. She lunged at him, trying to stuff the weenie into her mouth.
"She's a suckin' fool," Jeno remarked. He looked at Suzette. "You're kinda cute, honey." He reached out and patted her ass. "You wanna play with King Peter?"
Spike let Jennie suck it for a moment. She was very experienced with big cocks-she could take almost the entire hard length of it into her mouth, and her tongue action teased him. She was a mouth girl, all right-a sucker, like Trish. He held her bare shoulders and moved his loins, fucking the big pecker between her lips, recalling how she'd sucked up the jism a short while ago. Well, she probably sucked off Jeno several times a day.
He glanced around. Jeno, naked, was sitting on the same chair and Suzette was kneeling in front of him, licking the huge erect dick, both hands clasped around it like a ball bat. Jeno was smiling gently, one hand caressing her hair, the other down between her spread thighs, frigging her as he had Jennie.
Suzette was a pig for fucking. Spike wondered if the tiny girl could take such a monstrous cock. She had Jeno hard as a ship's mast.
Jennie moaned and grabbed at him as Spike slid the cock from between her lips. He was hot to put it in her. She pouted wet lips up at him, whispering, "Lemme have it...."
He bent, kissing her mouth, feeling her swift tongue invading. She begged, "Lemme suck you ... please...." She chewed on his lips sensuously, showing him what she could do to his prick. Her tongue lashed his, tangled with it; she sucked his tongue.
Spike bent her back till her shoulders touched the couch. "Open your legs." She sighed and her knees slid apart. He got on her, nostrils dilated, enjoying the feel of her silky flesh, her arms that slid about his body. His big prong was rubbing her belly and she was making little sounds in her throat, writhing her ass. Rolling sideways, Spike felt down under her crotch, finding her snatch wet, cunt lips swollen. Jennie squealed and hugged him as he touched her cunt. He slid a finger through the squishy slit, teasing the hard button of her clit.
She breathed in his ear, "Dammit-fuck me!"
Spike chuckled, "I thought you wanted to eat it."
"Dammit, get it in me somewhere!"
He pressed the hard cockhead upward and it entered her. Jennie sighed, "Ooooohhhhh...." She bucked her ass, feet flat on the couch, and skewered herself with it. The prick slid into her to its full length, hard balls nuzzling her cunt lips. In another second she was fucking herself, panting in his ear.
Spike let her do the work for a moment, thrilling to her obvious lust. It was always fun to let a girl do the fucking or at least help with it. One of the first girls he had ever had was a fuck-hound, twelve-year-old Evelyn Something-or-other, he couldn't recall her last name. Evelyn had enticed him into her home one day-he was ten-and had maneuvered him between her legs. She had wrapped her thin, eager thighs about him, guided his growing prong and fucked him like a machine. It had been a real screw-he had at least six inches of prick, and all of it was embedded in her wriggling crotch, to their mutual rapture. She had fucked him for an hour, until her mother had come home from work. Evelyn had said, "Shit, we gotta stop!" when they heard her at the door.
Evelyn had pushed him out onto the fire escape. She cornered him at school the next day and they made another date. He went to her apartment, and the same thing happened. Only for a longer time. And as she was fucking him, he fell in love with her. Every time he came, she gave him a five-minute rest period to get his breath back to normal. Then she was after it. "C'mon, get it hard again!" She taught him to frig her while she was jazzing his cock into stiffness with expert fingers.
He never stopped to wonder how she had become so deft and knowing-not at first. He loved her and wanted to fondle her, but she would have none of that. A cock was made to get hard, and Evelyn wanted it no other way. After the second afternoon's mad fuck session, she insisted he meet her in the evening. She and her mother went for strolls in the nearby park. Spike met Evelyn in a shadowy place and they groped each other hotly as her mother sat on a bench talking to other parents. Evelyn straddled him on the ground, sitting on the prick, bouncing on it, getting her rocks off in a frenzy-till her mother stood and began to look about for her daughter. He let her fuck him the next day, but the following afternoon he was flagging badly. His pecker would not stay hard, and Evelyn was annoyed. He wanted to kiss her and fondle her, but she wanted rigid meat. He got through the afternoon with the aid of his busy finger, but the love affair was over. The next day Evelyn ignored him. He saw her talking and laughing with another of his classmates, and he followed them after school to her apartment, to a closed door. He knew what they were doing inside. By the following year, she was working on the boys three classes above her.
Jennie was a crazy, luscious fuck. She was slightly larger than Fae and she had a different kind of ass action to meet his thrusts. She wanted to kiss, too, constantly, her tongue a crazy darting eel. She was sex-hot and wild to orgasm. Her silky legs went about him, pulling him, heels kicking at his butt in her excitement. He wondered where the fuck a girl like Jennie met a guy like Jeno. So he asked her.
She sighed, focusing her eyes on his face. "We're second cousins," she said, as if that was an answer.
"Where'd you start this act?"
"Oh, that." She licked at his lips, bucking up against him hard. "Jeno was screwin' my sister, Millie, an' one night Millie got sore at him for something and I went out an' sat on his lap."
"I don't dig that," Spike said.
"Jesus, fuck me and stop with the goddam stories...."
"I am fucking you."
Jennie sighed again. "I was watching him screw Millie for about a month. They useta do it in his car on a side street near our house, or on the side porch ... you know, when they came home from somewhere. Anyway, when Millie got sore, I just went out to his car."
"You couldn't take a cock like that."
Jennie giggled, humping her ass. "Yeah, I found out. Jeno is a sweet guy, though; he didn't rape me. He let me suck on it. Millie was sore as hell."
"When she found out?"
"Yeah-I told her. When Jeno came back, he came for me. I ran off with him. We started doing the act the next year ... by accident."
"What accident?"
"We were hungry and neither of us could do anything but fuck-that was our only skill." She giggled. "Some skill, huh?"
"Great," he said, screwing her.
"Jeno's got this big cock, so we lined up a bar and did some screwing in the back room and made about twenty bucks. We got busted a few times in the next year, so we've been careful. Those women's jails are murder."
Suzette gasped and almost yelled out. Spike looked around. Jeno was shooting his wad, and Suzette was slobbering in the flood of jism, drowning in it, and Jeno was grinning through the orgasm.
Jennie rubbed both heels on his ass. "Make me come," she whispered, squeezing the cock with her cunt muscles.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dutch was crazy about the act. He didn't believe it when Spike told him Jeno could suck his own cock-so Jennie got her partner hard by frigging him in Dutch's office, and Jeno swallowed the cock.
That got Dutch excited, too. He locked the door, made Jennie get on the couch on hands and knees, and shoved his pecker into her orifice from the rear. When Dutch got excited he had to get his gun off. Spike went around the desk and sat in Dutch's chair and watched the big guy fuck her. Dutch was grinning and reaching under her to fondle the dangling tits.
Jeno was hot, too, but he didn't suck himself off-he did that for pay. Instead he slid under Jennie's nose, sitting on the couch in front of her, and she mouth-fucked him.
She took a load of jism in each end at about the same time.
Dutch told them they were hired, called one of his guys, Kriss, and told him to set the act up. Jeno and Jennie went out, with Dutch caressing her ass till the door closed on them. Then he took a cigar out of a box and looked hard at Spike.
"I gotta have a new girl for Lutzi."
"Huh?"
"Lutzi's gone to the fuckin' coast with that guy Rocco. He's gonna make a movie star outa her, or something. So I need a new headline girl."
"Christ, you got a ledge fulla girls."
Dutch snorted. "Ahhhhh, them're all cunts."
"You got a blonde dame named Diane who can sing an' dance. What's wrong with her? Try 'er out."
"Diane ... shit." Dutch lit the cigar and blew smoke. "Ever'body's tryin' her out. That's the goddam trouble. Hoky the bartender tells me forty guys fucked her las' night. They took her in the men's lounge downstairs, locked the door an' took turns on her ass for more'n an hour."
"So, she's a friendly type."
"She ain't got no class. Tiny an' Kriss have been humpin' her ever since she came here. Kriss tells me he shoots his wad up her asshole. Lutzi had class. I want a dame with class."
Spike tapped a cigarette on the desk, thinking about Lutzi. Class? He recalled all the times he'd sat in her dressing room with Lutzi kneeling between his knees, sucking his cock, sometimes missing it and getting the spurting jism all over her pretty face. Lutzi liked to blow guys. But she didn't like Dutch. Maybe that was what Dutch meant. He thought a girl had class if she didn't like him, or wouldn't let him fuck her.
"Okay," Spike said. "I'll get you a pussy with class."
"Well, snap it up," Dutch said, still blowing smoke. "I been approached by another agent."
"Who?"
"Mickey. He got girls."
Spike smiled inwardly. Mickey was a pimp. All his girls were whores. Didn't Dutch know that? Mickey had some good-looking cunt, but they'd all spread their legs if you reached for the slit.
He said, "Sure, right away." He went out and back to the apartment.
Fae, mostly naked, was sitting in an easy chair, legs up over the back of it, smoking a cigarette and listening to rock. She swung around, grinning, when Spike came in, and shook her tits at him. Man, they were nice!
She ran to him, embracing him and rubbing her pussy on his hip as he glanced into the bedroom. Trish and Dickie were naked on the bed, head to tail, licking and sucking each other. It smelled like jism in the place. Trish must have been coming like a railroad train, he thought. The jism smell was all mixed in with perfume, and there were towels all over the end of the bed.
Fae unzipped him with deft fingers and snaked her hand inside to flip out the meat she found there. She jazzed it while he stared at Trish, going up and down on the pink shaft, eyes closed and a dreamy look on her pretty puss. Dickie was slopping in her cunt, going after the cunt sauce like a starved boy after chocolate pudding.
Spike looked down, watching Fae frig him, an eager look on her young face. Her thighs were holding his hip tightly as she rubbed her pussy on it, up and down, up and down. She whispered, "You got me hot, honey...."
Man, you could get her hot screwing a stove bolt into a wall. He patted her bare ass. "I'm hungry."
"So'm I. Siddown, le's talk about it." She kissed him, sucking his tongue, continuing to frig him steadily.
He said, "Your engine's running."
She giggled, drawing him away from the door. "What good is an engine if the fucker won't go?"
"Lemme take my goddam pants off first."
"Sure, honey." She let go of his cock, made some very quick moves, and she was suddenly naked. Then she grabbed the cock again.
Spike doffed his coat, tossed it on a chair, and unbuckled his belt. Fae, giggling, went to her knees and suddenly swallowed his cock as he removed first one leg of the pants, then the other. She looked up at him. "You been fucking somebody."
"Who told you?"
"I can taste it." She kissed the head of his cock lovingly, squeezing his balls. She pushed him toward the couch.
When he sat down, Fae came and jumped on him, squealing. She straddled his lap, guided the cock, and plumped herself down hard. Spike felt the prick bury itself. She leaned forward on him and worked her ass in wicked convulsions. She hissed, "Oooo, Gawd, that's better "
Rubbing his hands over her velvet, undulating ass, Spike relaxed, enjoying her round, young body. He squirmed when she licked her hot tongue into his ear, then sought his mouth with hers for deep, frantic kisses. He let her do all the fucking. She was a sensuous wanton, seeking orgasm. Her nipples were hard and she was cunt-squeezing his pecker, skewering herself on it in desperation, hot for more and more friction.
When she came she lost her rhythm, slamming herself against him, jerking and moaning. Spike clutched her heaving buttocks with both hands then, holding her down onto him and fucking up into her as hard as he could. She cried out and moaned happily, panting hard and letting him take the initiative. She could only hold on and let her supple body jerk and shudder to the exquisite sensations flooding her.
He was panting too in a moment, so he held her with one hand and diddled her clit with a finger to taper her off.
A totally naked Trish came out of the bedroom then, clad only in a smile for him, letting her titties roll heavily. Her lithe body was magnificent and shapely, ponytail bouncing. Dickie followed her from the room, still mopping his long cock.
Trish came over and sat by Spike, kissing his cheek and fondling Fae's ass. "Did you have a good one, darling?" She kissed Spike on the mouth, and he tasted Dickie. "Where've you been, sweetie? We missed you."
Spike glanced at the long-cocked Dickie, who was lighting a cigarette. "You had a playmate." Trish snickered. "Only one cock between us, darling. That isn't enough. Can I suck you now?"
Fae came back to the world, more feline than ever, moving her delicious body sinuously against his, continuing to fuck herself over the erect prick. "This is mine, honey," she said to Trish. "Fuck off, huh?"
"Let Trish have some, baby," Spike said softly, kissing Fae's neck. "It's her turn."
"Yeah," Trish giggled.
Fae tightened her legs and arms about him. "I d'wanna. She's been suckin' off with Dickie all afternoon. I couldn't get near it."
Dickie came over and sat on one arm of the couch, grinning at them. "Here it is, honey." He waggled his hips and the half-hard prong flopped around.
"I wanna try another flavor," Trish said cutely. She ran her hand up Spike's thighs and fondled his hard balls like the little wanton she was.
Fae said, "Go 'way, we're fucking. When we get through I'll tell you."
Still feeling genitals, Trish said, "There won't be anything left after you get through." She looked at Spike. "I thought you were gonna put us on the stage?"
"Acting?" Dickie asked.
Spike said, "You wanna be in a sex show ... suckin' off some guy with a lot of assholes watching you?"
Trish giggled. "Why not? It might be fun."
"Jesus, a sex show!" Dickie breathed.
"Would we get paid?" Fae asked, humping him. "I really didn't say I'd let you do it," Spike said.
Fae said to Trish, "Get your goddam finger outa my cunt."
"Doncha want to be jazzed off?"
Dickie pulled Trish away. "C'mon, let 'em screw." He pushed her back on the couch and lifted her legs, parting them and pulling her ass forward to the edge of the couch. He rubbed his stiffening prick over the cunt lips, grinning at her.
Trish said, "Don't fuck me."
"Why not? It's 'fun." Dickie rubbed the long hard cock up and down the moist cleft of her pink pussy. The cunt lips were thick and swollen. The cockhead teased her hard clit and she squirmed her ass.
Reaching down, she grabbed the stiff thing and pulled on it. "Bring it up here to mama." She made kissing noises with her pursed lips.
Dickie pulled the cock away from her and continued to rub it on her tender slit. He kept her hands away from the prick and began to work his hips to cause the head of it to dive into her.
Trish giggled and writhed her hips. "That feels good-whynchoo lick me?"
"'Cause my tongue's sore from lickin' you already." He got the cock in her and Trish began to writhe; her legs came up high, feet encircling his body.
"I told you not to fuck me...."
"Take what you c'n get," Fae told her, bouncing up and down heatedly. She nibbled Spike's ear. "Whyn't you want us to act in a sex show?"
"Could I be in it?" Dickie asked, fucking Trish hard.
"Where would we do it?" Trish said.
Spike sighed, "One at a time ... I didn't say I'd let you. I dunno if I want a lot of guys humping you."
Fae giggled. "It doesn't hurt a girl to get screwed, darling. Don't be an old fuddie...."
There was a knock at the door when Spike opened his mouth to reply. He slapped Fae's ass. "Who zat?"
She said, "How I know, for God's sake. Tell 'im to go 'way."
More raps on the door and a girl's voice, muffled, was calling. It sounded like Suzette. Spike said, "Oh, shit ... I think it's my secretaly." He slapped Fae's butt again. "Get off, baby."
"I d'wanna." Fae was fucking herself like crazy, afraid of losing the long prick.
"Does Suzette know about us?" Trish asked.
"No," Spike said, wrestling Fae off his lap. He shouted at the door, "Just a goddam minute-"
Fae was giggling and jerking her ass like a maddened thing, and the hot friction of her surging cunt made his cock even harder. Spike could not tear her hands away without hurting her.-He pushed forward on the couch to get leverage for his feet. Her silky legs locked about his body, her arms twined about him; she was a leech, frantically squeezing his cock inside her.
Spike stood, and she clung to him as close as skin, grinning and fucking him, skewered on his big cock pole. Dickie and Trish were smiling at them. Well, what the hell could he do?
He walked to the door, patting her undulating ass. "Who is it?" he called. Man, Fae was being a fucking machine.
"Suzette. I've got a message."
He glanced at the others, then unlocked the door and opened it. The innocent-faced Suzette came in and he shut it behind her, locking it again.
"Ohmygoodness!" Suzette said, staring.
"We were just-" Spike began.
"Fucking," Fae said in his ear.
"Yealw-fucking," Spike said. He took Suzette's hand and walked back to the couch with her, Fae fucking him lustfully every step of the way. The entire room smelled of sex and jism, and Fae's cunt was squishing as the long-haired blonde frigged herself on the stiff prong.
Spike said, "This's Suzette." He patted Fae's humping fanny. "This's Fae and those two are Dickie and Trish."
"Hi," Suzette said, swallowing. She glanced sidelong at Fae and stared at the still-screwing couple. Dickie was languidly pronging Trish, who lolled lazily on the couch, lovely tits moving and rolling voluptuously at his every thrust, her legs up and her ass gyrating sinuously. Trish had a murky look in her hazel eyes and a sensuous smile on her pretty face.
The young Dickie stared with unconcealed interest at the new girl, taking in her mini, which revealed her beautifully shaped legs, her low-cut blouse which barely hid both rose nipples, and the sweet smile on Suzette's petite face.
"You're fucking me," Trish said to him, pulling his face around to her. "Get your mind outa her cunt."
Suzette giggled. Spike's hand left hers and found its way to her butt, patting it. "Siddown," he invited. He turned, pulling a straight-backed chair close. Suzette seated herself on it and Spike flopped on the couch again, beside the softly moaning Trish. Trish's eyes were heavy-lidded and she was licking her lips now and again; the cock was getting to her. Dickie was feeding it into her grasping orifice with a steady thrusting that promised goodies very soon.
Fae, too, was hotly pursuing the god of orgasm as she straddled Spike, a bitch in heat, humping her butt up and down over the rigid meat. Her arms were around him, her head pressed to his chest as she fucked herself urgently. Spike gazed at Suzette; the petite girl was staring at the exotic sight of Fae's wanton cunt stretched around Spike's stiff prong. Fae's ass and back were to Suzette, only a few feet away. Suzette had an uninhibited view of their hungry fucking.
Four naked bodies writhed for her wide-eyed gaze, and her face was flushed, Spike saw. He was about to speak to Suzette, to ask her to come close-he wanted to feel her satiny body, perhaps suck her titties-when Trish boiled over.
It was not like Trish to come from being fucked; she was too mouth-oriented ... but how she came. She yelped, bucked madly, and drummed her bare heels on Dickie's humping backside. Grinning lewdly, he fucked her hotly, holding her threshing body in a tight embrace.
Suzette bit her red lips, watching them intently.
Then Fae orgasmed as Trish's cries and obvious pleasure spurred her on. Fae murmured, "Oh Jesus-" and began to jerk feverishly. It was difficult for him to thrust upward into her, so Spike felt under the convulsing girl and diddled her hard clit to help out. Fae was a beautiful, tempestuous package to hold. He roved his hands sensuously over her churning body, glad that he was giving her such entrancing pleasure, kissing her cheeks as she gasped for breath, loving the delicious feel of her cunt muscles squeezing his cock.
Her mouth sought his, and he lost himself in the passionate ecstasy of her kisses. His gorged cock was still agitating her as she slithered and writhed over it. He did not come, holding back so that she might have another sex trip.
When he opened his eyes at last, Trish was still moaning, but curled up beside him alone, fingering herself.
Suzette was giggling, and as Spike stared at her he saw Dickie kneeling before her, pushing gently between her knees and kissing her. Dickie's stiff pecker was leading the way, straight toward her hidden nest; it disappeared up under her tiny skirt, and Suzette squirmed suddenly. "Ohhhhhhh," she said, lifting her legs.
Dickie pulled her ass close and was at once fucking her excitedly.
Spike remembered then. "Suzette," he said. She looked toward him with a warm and lazy smile. Dickie was in her to the balls, jogging and thrusting lecherously. "What was the message?"
"Wha' message?" Suzette asked. "Oh-yes, the message!" She giggled, licking her lips. "Someone named Kriss called you, says it's important you call."
Kriss-Dutch's muscle man. What the hell did Kriss want ... a girl? He sighed, hands roving over Fae's delightful ass. "Okay, I'll call him."
He pushed forward again and lurched off the couch, still holding the squirming Fae close, his cock up her a yard and a half. He went to the bedroom where the phone was, fucking Fae as he went. She sighed happily as he laid her on the bed, himself on top, and gave her a few moments' hard screwing before he reached for the phone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dutch was doing him a favor. To show his appreciation for the girls and the acts, Dutch was sending over some tickets for a cock fight.
"A cock fight?" Fae said, surprised, her blue eyes wide. "You mean a couple of guys fight with their cocks?"
"Jeez, how can they do that?" Trish asked.
Spike explained in detail about roosters. Neither of them had ever heard of such a thing. He was surprised when they wanted to go. But Dickie wanted no part of it. Instead, he said, he would stay with Suzette. That, Spike thought, would be a cock fight, too.
Kriss came for them at about ten the night of the doings, driving a big Cad. He had a girl with him, a blonde named Betsy that Spike remembered from the ledge or somewhere. Kriss smiled and showed his missing teeth. "De thing is uptown," he said, "pile in." He stared at Trish and Fae and licked his thin lips. Kriss was a lecher; he would fuck anything that moved.
Spike sat in the back with the two girls, and both of them reached for his fly immediately. He asked Betsy, "You still on the ledge, honey?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling over the back of the front seat. "It ain't a bad job." She was a pretty blonde with big, well-shaped tits and nice legs.
Kriss said, "Yeah, it beats blowin' guys, huh? For a livin'?"
Betsy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so." She winked at Spike because Trish was trying to unzip him.
The joint they were going to was a large warehouse, Kriss said, a place only partially used at the moment. He pulled the Cad into an underground parking lot and they got out and walked around the corner to the side entrance. It was a dark night, and a lousy neighborhood. They had to pass three or four tenement buildings, all shouldering each other in a tight little space, dark and smelly. In the third one a guy was struggling with a girl in the dark doorway. Kriss paused and stared at the couple. The girl's legs were bare, spread wide, with the guy between them, ramming her.
"Dat sonofabitch is fuckin' her," Kriss said.
"Jeez," Betsy said. "Whotchoo think? You want they should w'atch them lousy programs on TV?"
Trish snickered and rubbed Spike's cock.
A big, tough-looking guy opened the dirty side door to Kriss's knock. He looked at them all hard, in the light of a single naked bulb jutting from the wall. "Oh, hi, Kriss," he said, after a close examination of Fae and Trish.
"Hi, Cooky," Kriss said. "You gettin' enough?"
Cooky rumbled, chuckling, and Spike saw that he was covertly feeling Betsy's ass; Kriss didn't notice. "Hell, I never get enough," Cooky said, and Fae snickered.
"Yeh, inna minute. Go on in. Sit anywhere you want."
They went down a short hall and turned left. It was a large, makeshift room. Walls had been erected for the occasion, creating a kind of a theater effect; tiers of seats and chairs surrounded the pit. They had to push past a girl and a man standing almost in the doorway. The girl was holding onto the guy's pants front and sort of massaging it, saying, "Come on, honey, spring for a ten-spot. I'll gi' you a nice blow b'fore the show starts...."
"Ten bucks!" Trish said, moving past.
"Fuck off, honey," the girl said without turning her head.
There were a half-dozen lamps hanging over the pit, on long wires that disappeared in a kind of frame overhead. The room smelled of sweat and whiskey and pot and a hundred othei hard-to-identify odors. It was filled with men and women, both black, brown and white, and a large fat man was stalking about the pit talking to various bird owners.
Kriss seemed to know a lot of the people there, and found them seats down near the pit. Both Trish and Fae were hanging onto him, staring around at the crowd, excitement in their eyes.
Two men, each cradling a rooster in his arms, came to the center of the pit at the referee's order. "Pit birds."
"Oooo, lookit that black cocksucker," the girl in the seat just in front of Trish said. The referee drew chalk lines on the floor and the two handlers placed the birds at the lines, staring at each other.
Bets were being made all around them. "Ten on the red; five on the black; twenty on the black-"
Spike said, "Five on the black cocksucker." The girl in front of Trish turned and grinned at him. She was young, painted too much, with big tits and a beauty mark on her cheek. The guy with her was yelling at the ref that the red bird wasn't behind the fuckin' line.
"Take the five," Kriss said.
"Pit 'em!" the referee shouted.
Both handlers backed away quickly and the roosters jumped. They went at each other, slowly at first, small heads cocked, feathers ruffled and tails erect. The room was quiet for a long moment, watching. Each bird had razor-sharp steel knives strapped to its legs.
Spike glanced around. People were straining toward the brightly lighted pit, eyes sparkling. Girls were biting lips, breasts heaving at the tension. To his right a guy had his arm about a blonde girl, holding her left titty tightly, and she appeared not to notice. Fae's hand came stealing into his crotch, grabbing at his cock. Behind him a girl said, "Go, you fuckers!"
The two birds came together on the floor in an explosion of feathers. They slashed and squawked, and the flurry of action was too fast to follow. Blood spurted and splashed over the floor. A woman screamed and hoarse voices shouted, urging on the birds. In front of them the pretty girl was shouting, "Come on, you black cocksucker, get im!
The red bird was dead. The black bird jumped on its victim, sinking steel spurs into the body.
It was suddenly over. The handlers came into the pit, bets were paid off, smoke began to hang over the pit in layers. More handlers appeared with birds that slashed at each other viciously until the handlers pulled them back.
"God, that makes me horny," a girl said somewhere behind them.
Fae was kneading his hardening cock; she was horny too, he knew without looking at her bright eyes.
"Pit 'em!" the ref yelled, and the handlers drew back. The fight lasted two or three minutes as the crowd, pressed forward. Someone was breathing down his neck, and Spike turned to look into hot, black eyes. A girl was almost leaning her breasts on his shoulders. He could smell her perfume. Roars told him the fight was over. The smell of blood in the air; people were drinking from bottles and flasks.
The third fight lasted longer. A black bird's wing was broken and the fight was a bloody welter in minutes. Spike saw Betsy faint and fall back into the arms of the man behind her. His hands were into her neckline instantly, popping buttons and cupping breasts. His face was like a hatchet, thin and wild; black hair streamed over his forehead as he handled the limp girl, drawing her toward him.
Spike was slightly surprised that Kriss did not object. Then he saw that Kriss's attention had been engaged by two people who were struggling at the edge of the pit. A young redheaded guy had pulled a girl onto his lap and was trying to get his cock up into her as she laughed and slapped at his hands.
"The guy's fuckin' her," Spike heard Trish say.
Her young, girlish voice seemed to cut through the ordinary noise of the crowd, and Spike, accustomed to the incredible surprises of the mob, was completely unprepared for what resulted.
The crowd went berserk. It happened in the wink of an eye. Spike grabbed Fae with both arms and held her tightly, astonished at the sights all around them. The hatchet-faced guy had Betsy on the floor, had ripped her skirt away, and was atop her, between her white legs, pumping frantically as another man pulled at him, wanting to fuck her. Behind him the dark-eyed girl was yelling something in Spanish, her back on the seat, naked legs up around a man who was ramming his cock into her desperately. Everywhere he looked, people were madly screwing.
Spike grabbed at Trish, trying to hold her close to him also-one girl on each side. Half the lights were out and the big room was much darker; people were jammed together-and Spike could at first not understand why Trish was pushing herself at him with such force. When he craned his neck around, he saw that a burly man had twisted her so that she was kneeling, her skirt was up over her back, and the guy was fucking her from behind as hard as he could go, grinning at Spike as he did so.
Kriss crawled over a furiously screwing couple and poked his head up between Fae's legs. Spike could do nothing about it but watch. Trish's head was in his lap now, sucking his cock very hard. Kriss was licking Fae hotly, and she moaned, writhing her butt in sensuous abandon.
The cock fight had been forgotten. The redheaded guy had the girl in the center of the pit-the same girl he had tried to prong on his chair in the classic fuck position, flat on her back with her legs spread.
People were naked now, too. A naked man came and took the burly guy's place at Trish's ass. Looking at him hard, Spike saw that it was Cooky, the guy who'd been at the door when they'd come in. Now he was naked except for shoes, driving his hard prick into Trish-but not for long. He seemed to want to screw all the girls. Spike watched the guy go from one girl to another until he was lost to sight in the mob. A young kid came and shoved his cock into Trish's ass.
Trish struggled. "That's the wrong hole-!" But she could not get away from the youngster, who continued to bugger her.
The girl in front of them was fucked a half dozen times as Spike watched. A man came and tore Fae from his arms, yanked her away from Kriss, and laid her on the floor. Spike would have contested the screwing, but Trish's mouth was drawing the jism from his balls. He was on the edge of coming when the guy pulled Fae awayand as he saw the guy thrust his cock into the blonde, he shot his wad into Trish's sucking mouth.
He was helpless for a time, jerking and writhing and gasping for breath as Trish milked him-a heavenly release. In the middle of it a strange girl, almost naked, tried to climb up on him, in a stupefied attempt to get her pussy licked. Spike was in no position to hold her; she swore at him vaguely and went on.
When he looked around for Fae, she was gone. There were three couples fucking in the pit now, all the girls flat on the backs, and two couples on their sides, sucking each other.
Trish was sucking him as hard as ever, on her knees in front of him, but the youngster was gone; instead someone was sitting on the floor behind her, his head up between the cheeks of her ass, lapping her happily.
He had to find Fae. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her. He stood, gazing around the darkened room. It seemed to him as a quick first impression that half the people had disappeared. But the room was still seething, people were hotly screwing in the seats behind him and all around him ... only a yard away two girls were sitting on a supine man, one sitting on his mouth, the other on-his cock, rocking and bouncing. He pulled Trish to her feet, holding her tightly as he continued to search the room with his eyes for Fae. Trish protested, one hand groping quickly for his prong, then she began to push against him.
When he turned his head, Spike saw that a skinny, mustached man was glued to Trish's back, licentiously humping his stiff dick up her rear end. She was helping him by pooching it out. Spike tried to push the guy away, but he only grinned and continued to fuck her lustfully.
Spike dragged her along, and the guy came with them. When Spike paused to peer about the room, Trish bent and sucked on his prick.
He came across Betsy, the clothes torn off her, sitting on a red-faced man's lap. Her back was to him, the guy's cock was half hard, having just unloaded up her snatch, and they were both glassy eyed. Kriss was several yards away, sitting in front of a young, dark girl, mouthing her cunt. The girl was squirming, a foolish look on her pretty face, mouth slack and eyes heavy. The cunt sauce was dripping off his chin.
Still no sign of Fae.
Spike made up his mind ... he had to find her. Reaching down under Trish, he pulled the guy's cock out of her. It came out greasily, with a "plop," and Trish groaned. The guy fought briefly, but Spike slapped at the hard cock and the man howled and backed away. Then he sat Trish down on the nearest chair and pulled at Kriss. Kriss growled like an animal at his feed, but after a few tugs glared at Spike, then recognized him.
Spike showed him Trish, legs spread wide invitingly, and Kriss instantly crawled to her and closed his mouth over her cunt as she squealed. Spike ordered, "Stay right here-"
He stepped over a fucking couple and went to look for Fae.
It took ten minutes, examining all the blonde girls in the big room, working his way from one couple or group to the next. In a half-dozen instances he saw, in group participation, more homo sucking than anything else. Once he had to pry two young blondes apart-they were hotly sixty nining-to see their faces. One of them called him a "male pig."
He found Fae finally, in a small space beyond the pit, surrounded by guys. Fae was laughing and snickering, having the time of her life. She was being gang-fucked.
Spike counted five men, mostly young; they had her on a pad and a youngster in a yellow shirt, pants around his knees, was banging her as hard as he could go. The others were all about the humping couple, cheering on the guy, feeling her tits, and a slim dark man was poking his cock at her mouth.
Spike hesitated. These men were like wolves; they would turn on him if he attempted to take Fae from them. He stood in the shadows, watching them, trying to make up his mind. The guy in the yellow shirt shot his wad and was pulled off her. A black-headed man took his place, fucking her in a frenzy.
At least they weren't hurting Fae. He could hear her familiar, fresh-fucked giggle.
Then he had an idea. He went back to the chairs. Some of the people were fucked out, smoking and drinking in groups now, some sprawling, getting short rests. He looked for a shapely girl and almost stumbled over the blonde girl with the beauty mark on her cheek. She was half-sitting, panting slightly, a man sprawled on his back beside her, limp cock drooping.
"Hey," she said, "watch your cocksuckin' feet...."
Spike paused. This one would do perfectly. Stooping, he picked her up. She snickered. "Where you takin' me, honey?"
"You wanna little screw?"
"'Course-lay me down someplace."
He carried her around the pit to the mat where Fae was getting the gang treatment. Spike pretended surprise when he came upon them. He halted, and two of the guys stared at him and his round, lush burden.
"Hey," the blonde said, "what the fuck's goin' on?"
"Jesus," one of the guys hissed, "lookit that stuff!" He made for Spike, and two others came with him.
"What the hell're you doin'!" the blonde yelled. She fought for a moment as they grabbed her from Spike-then they had her on the mat, her mouth closed, one of them between her legs ramming his prick into the slit.
They had all fucked Fae at least once, and now they were interested in a new cunt. They transferred their attentions instantly, happy as pigs with the new girl.
Spike had only to wait till the guy on Fae shot his load; then he pulled Fae to her feet and hustled her off.
Kriss was still sucking Trish. The front of her dress was a sopping mess where someone had ejaculated on her. Spike looked around for Betsy, telling Kriss to get up and prepared to leave. Kriss didn't want to. Depositing the half-naked Fae in the chair beside Trish, Spike went looking for Betsy and found her very quickly. She was on hands and knees, lying over a chair, and the same young guy who had buggered Trish was a yard or two up her butt and feeding her hard meat steadily.
The guy, red-faced and sore as hell when Spike tried to pull him off her, swore viciously. Spike had taken two assholes away from him and he was ready to kill. When the guy advanced, Spike did his best to kick the man in the nuts, barely missing, but the guy got the idea and retreated, still swearing.
Spike got Betsy up, stark naked and horny. "Gimme a lil screw, baby...."
"Christ! You just had one up the ass."
Betsy reached for him. "I thought you got ridda him so's you could hump me."
"We're gettin' outa here," he told her, pulling her back to where Fae and Trish waited. He sighed-Kriss was down in front of Trish again, licking her busily. Man, what a muff-diver!
Two young guys came along as he was trying to get Kriss on his feet. Betsy, simpering and undulating her shapely butt, got their attention instantly. Spike had his hands full, pushing them away. "Come on, knock it off, you guys...."
"Hey, she wants a li'l piece, fella," one of the men said, a slim, checkered-shirted man.
"Ooooo, somebody fuck Betsy...." Betsy purred, reaching out for cocks and bending over.
"Kriss!" wailed Spike, needing help. The other guy, a heavily mustached man, had grabbed Betsy's ass and was trying to insert his prong into it.
Kriss wasn't interested in Betsy; all he wanted to do was lick Trish and feel her. She was happy to have him do it. Spike got both Trish and Fae on their feet. Fae had only her torn blouse on, titties hanging out, naked from the navel down; and Trish was about the same though she seemed more naked than Fae. He got them moving toward the hallway, and he was pulling Betsy along by the arms. The mustached man was right behind, fucking her as they walked.
"Ooooo, lemme stop," Betsy begged.
"Yeh, what's yer hurry?" Mustache yelled.
Spike went back to push him off her, but instantly the other guy darted round and grabbed Fae. She giggled, spread her legs for him, and he had her back to the wall in a second, struggling to get his prick into her. Spike swore. Trish and Kriss were in the dark hallway, but Kriss was on his knees in front of her, lapping her again ... and Trish was writhing as he slobbered in her box.
He straightened Betsy up, and the guy's cock came out of her. She yelped, annoyed, and fought Spike as he pulled her toward the door. Mustache followed, his wet cock jutting out, glaring at Spike. When Spike went back for Fae, he attacked Betsy's buttocks again, thrusting up into her as she bent over, hands on knees.
It was more of a problem getting Fae away from checkered shirt. She was filmy-eyed and fuck happy, and could not understand why he wouldn't let the guy have what they both wanted. Fae clung to the guy, trying to get her supple legs about him, and Spike had to pry them apart.
He finally had to knock the guy down, and Fae spat at him, mindlessly angry for the moment. Turning her about, her back to him, Spike held her tightly, propelling her to the side door, one hand grasping tits, the other diddling her cunt to keep her reasonably quiet.
He had all of them at the door, and he was panting and tired. Betsy batted her eyes at him-mustache was still feeding her the weenie, grinning over her back, and Kriss was down in lover's lane, lapping Trish, who had just come again. Spike had to continue frigging Fae, because when he paused she wanted to go back to the checkered shirt.
Spike had to kick Kriss in the ass to get his attention. Then he sent Kriss for the car. Kriss was sore about it, but he went.
Trish came over and clung to him; he had to diddle both girls at the same time-and watch the guy fucking Betsy. There was nothing else he could do. Man, what a party that was! He was worn out. He couldn't even protest when the checkered shirt sneaked up and got his prong into Fae from the rear end.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Spike gave in at last. Maybe the mass fuck at the cock fight had something to do with it-but Fae's cunt and Trish's mouth didn't quite seem the same thereafter. He put them in a sex show at Dutch's club. Dickie went along as the screwer.
They were a big success at Dutch's place, and one by one the other clubs fell into line, staging their own fuck shows in private rooms. Dutch and several of the other owners arranged a circuit, including some out-of-town clubs, with Spike and other agents. The sex acts traveled the circuit so the customers always had new pussies to stare at and different-shaped cocks to fit into them.
Spike enlarged the office, taking on two more girls to do the filing and the million and one details. A hundred small bars were putting on clandestine sex acts for their regulars, so there were constant streams of girls and guys moving through the offices. Spike fitted up a "fuck room" where he could hold instant interviews. If 'a girl came in wanting a job, he had Tully Funk (everyone called him Tully Funk) on call. Tully was an ex-mobster, a stud. The mob had used him to break in girls for the whorehouses. Spike used him as a screwing partner if the broad came in without one.
Spike would look the girl over, decide if she was pretty and shapely enough when stripped to the pores, and if she was he'd ask, "Will you fuck, baby?"
Most girls would merely spread their legs invitingly. But Spike would quickly send each one into the fuck room. He would then watch through a one-way mirror, as he interviewed the next girl, as Tully fucked her. Tully would then rate the girl; hot, medium or cold. It was a business. If the girl was cold, out she went. No one wanted a dame who just lay there and took it.
Occasionally a girl came along who was such a knockout that Spike pronged her himself. And now and then a lesbian came along who was pretty enough. Pretty or beautiful lesbians earned special fees; the guys loved to watch them eating pussy.
A new angle came along very soon, also. A string of weirdo clubs hatched, and most of them wanted acts. At first they were satisfied with homosexual contests, cocksucking and ass-fucking, which were easy to supply-Spike quickly got together a long list of faggots-but then they began to want something else. They wanted whipping and torture, acrobatic sex, fancy masturbation and even child screwing. Witchcraft-screwing arid sucking to candlelight on a black altar-held them for a while, and mixed lesbianism and homosexuality was popular.
When the weirdo trend began, Spike had large earnings from a young boy named Ronny. Ronny said he was nine, and he looked it, with a wide open, innocent puss and small body. He had a slightly larger than nine-year-old cock, and his anus was able to handle a man-sized prick. Ronny's specialty was pretending to get raped by a big guy or guys.
He lasted a few months, then ran off with some good-looking fag who owned a boat.
Spike got out of the weirdo trade. It got to be too much trouble. Besides, one of the lesbian clients was beginning to get to Suzette a little too often. Suzette was enjoying the mouth jobs-and Tully took him aside to say that Suzette was not only playing with that particular lezzie, she was meeting another puss for lunch about once a week.
Spike got Suzette in his private office and locked the door. Suzette grinned, thinking she was going to get laid. She began to strip, but Spike stopped her. "I'm gonna have to fire you, baby."
"What!" The petite girl was astonished. "Whatta I do?"
"You're gettin' a taste for pussy, honey. And you're doin' it on the side. I don't mind a cunt-lapper, but it's gotta be on the up an' up with me." "We're not married!"
"Yeah, but we're screwing steady. If you want to bring your girl friends home, that's okay, I just don't want you runnin' after them on the sly. You dig?"
Suzette sighed deeply and bit her lip. "They don't like men, honey."
"Find one who does, so I can screw her too." Suzette looked at him, eyes huge. "Oh."
He said, "What's it gonna be? Me or the pussy?" She took a deep breath. "You, darling."
So he screwed her and chased her out, glad that it had turned out that way. He cared a lot about Suzette and didn't want to lose her. She was a sexpot.
The next day Lily showed up.
Lily Langhome was a social type, lithe and dressed in the height of fashion; she glided in and brushed by Suzette to get to Spike's private room. She was an ash blonde with a creamy skin, jet-black lashes and pale eyes. She had, when she opened her expensive coat, two lovely large titties, barely contained in a see-through satiny blouse with holes speckled through so that one of her red nipples jutted out nakedly.
She announced herself, smiled at him, and seated a very shapely fanny on the chair by his desk. Spike's cock was stirring at sight of her. She had an animal magnetism that gave him the shivers. He did his best to say, "What can I do for you, Miss Langhome?" without quivering.
"Darling," she said, "I know all about you-I know the best saloon keepers in town, you know. Some of them recommend you-anyway, I know you handle sex acts." She shook her tits provocatively.
Spike nodded, blinking at them. Man, what tits! He'd love to get his mouth around one of them.
She saw the look. "You like them?" She made them shake again.
"Jesus," he said, "Cut it out. Whatta you want a sex act for?"
"I'm having a party, darling. You know, what's called the jet set ... I thought I'd provide them something a little different. Sex is in now, of course. People are doing it in groups."
"Izzat what you want, a group?"
"Darling, I want the works." She batted the lashes at him, smiling. "I understand there's a man who sucks his own penis ... is that true?" Spike nodded, trying not to stare at her tits. "Well, he would be nice," she said, "and a group of pretty girls and boys to sort of mix it up-fucking, and all. Can you provide that?"
"A sort of a Roman orgy, is that what you want?"
She clapped her hands in delight. "That's exactly what I want! A nice, fucking Roman orgy."
"I'd like to fuck you," Spike said, before he realized it.
Lily only laughed. "Of course you would." She shook her titties again. "Do you have a hard-on, darling?" She craned her neck to look at his crotch. Spike leaned back and let her see the bulge and she clapped her hands again. "You do!"
He let it out of his pants. He'd said it now-he really had the hots for her. The cock jutted up, thick and meaty and hard as nails. Lily squealed like a schoolgirl on seeing it, and pulled her chair close in a second.
"Oh my goodness ... it's beautiful!" Reaching out, she touched it, then stroked it, fondling it. "God, darling, my husband's cock isn't half as large, or half as hard. The bastard never seems to have a hard-on...."
Spike found that difficult to believe.
Both Lily's hands were on the naked cock now, fondling, caressing, petting it. There was a flush to her cheeks. Spike unfastened his belt and opened his fly even wider, and one of her questing hands went slipping down to cup his balls and feel them. Her delicate and deadly perfume was eating into his being.
"Of course," she almost whispered, "my husband isn't much interested in me. He's a cocksucker, you know. Last summer in Rome I had the most delightful lover-until I discovered that we, my husband and myself, were both sucking him off." Lily sighed, shook her lovely head slightly, and slid to her knees in front of him. Spike watched with dilated eyes as her red, lush mouth lowered over the cockhead and her lips closed around it tightly, kissing it, sucking it, tongue laving it avidly.
She took almost the entire length of the big cock into her mouth. Her blonde head bobbed as she sucked it greedily. She was sucking hard and fondling his balls at the same time. Spike held his breath and closed his eyes-it felt ecstatic. This gorgeous society broad was a wild cocksucker!
In a moment she lifted her lips from the prick and looked at his mouth. Spike kissed her, twining tongues with her and reaching out with both hands to handle her titties ... firm and luscious, with rock-hard nipples.
"Come for me," she breathed. She went back to the wet prick, sucking it excitedly.
The door opened and Suzette came in. She came all the way to the desk before she noticed Spike's stiffened position and the bobbing head of the blonde blower. Lily did not even look up, so great was her concentration.
Suzette stared, licking her own lips-then moving out of the room at Spike's hand motion. She went quickly to the bathroom and began frigging herself ... and wishing she had a cunt to mouth. She was still seeing one of her sweetest girl friends, despite Spike's admonition. Suzette could not give her up. When the two of them curled up together naked, licking each other to crazy orgasms, so different from the ones Spike and other men gave her, she could not stop.
"Let me fuck you," Spike said hoarsely, beginning to stiffen.
Lily shook her head, never missing a stroke-she knew he was approaching the gate of orgasm.
He picked at her arms. "Come an' sit on my lap-" Christ, he wanted his prick in her! It was beautiful being sucked off, but he wanted to hold her, to feel her body with his arms when he loosed his wad. He wanted to kiss her and skewer her with his cock and feel the stuff spurting up inside her.
She pushed his hands away, increasing her wanton sucking, squeezing with her lips, pulling at the prick, fingers busy.
She felt his body jerk slightly and she sighed deeply as though in expectation; taking a deep breath, she began to milk the shaft of the cock with her hand, starting at the root of it. Her lips closed over the big cockhead, tongue lashing-and the jism spewed up and filled her mouth.
The door opened again and one of the new girls, a tender young thing, stood there, staring with round eyes as her boss jerked and moaned under the sucking mouth of the new client. Spike opened his eyes for an instant, seeing that it was Barbe at the door, then forgot her.
Lily gulped the warm sperm down; the pulsating cock spurted two more huge gouts of sauce. She sucked noisily and milked it, feeling the delightful orgasm spreading throughout her own willowy body as she swallowed. It had always been that way since the first boy she had ever sucked off. It had been one summer in a friend's swimming pool in the evening. She and the boy had been swimming alone and feeling each other between the legs; for a year she had been letting boys work their fingers into her and jazz them in and out-it gave her a very nice glow. She had enjoyed playing with naked cocks, too, getting them hard and frigging them so that the boys had a "good feeling." But that certain night when the boy sat on the edge of the pool she had had an uncontrollable urge to take his penis into her mouth and suck on it. When she did, he loved it-but so did she. She held his narrow hips and hotly masturbated him with her mouth. When he got his good feeling, and shot his small load of stuff into her mouth, she had the most convulsive orgasm she had yet experienced.
It happened the same way the next time she sucked him-and the next. It happened with another boy, and another. And the orgasm became more intense. In her teens she went on dates, and she let boys fuck her, but nothing happened. But when she went down on them the world caved in. It was soul-searing.
Her sex trip, as she mouthed Spike, lasted long, quaking minutes. She sucked the cock into a flaccid state, then hard again. Her befuddling orgasm left her slightly weak, so that she fought him briefly as he raised her up and made her straddle his lap. Breathing hard, she fell on his shoulders, feeling him inserting the stiff cock into her vulva. It was wet and gooey in there, and when he pulled her hips down the prick slid smoothly into her. He fucked it up inside her, the skirt up about her hips.
But she felt little. She rested in his arms, letting him have his way for the moment. She didn't see him motion Barbe out.
Spike had enjoyed the look on Barbe's young face. The last time he had reached between Barbe's legs, she had told him she was a virgin; she was sixteen. He didn't believe it at all. He had told her it was high time she was fucked then, and she had agreed finally that perhaps it was, and to get her used to the idea, he had sat on the edge of the desk and let her feel his naked weenie. So far he had got his finger up into her, but not the prick. Soon.
Lily didn't want to fuck, that was clear. When she got her breath back, she rose off the prong, eyed it for a moment then swayed into the chair again, facing him.
"Put that goddam thing away," she said, fishing a cigarette case out of her bag. She licked her lips, watching him zip up. "Now," she said, "let's get down to the details of my orgy...."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lily's party-orgy was to begin at her beach house-she gave him a map with the address-and might last several days. She had done a good deal of thinking and planning, Spike saw. She even had a guest list prepared.
"I can't promise Jeno," he said, "but I'll try to get him."
"Jeno?"
"The guy who sucks his own prick."
"Oh, God, yes, I want him! I'll pay extra, you know."
They agreed on a sex package, Jeno and Jennie and three others, a girl and two men. She said, "Two hard men, darling. I don't want anyone .who can't keep it hard." She smiled winningly at him. "You can be one of them, of course." She reached and patted his cock. "Two other men and you."
So it was arranged, and money paid.
Spike called Dutch's joint immediately, asking for Jeno. He laid out the program for the self-sucker, named a figure, and Jeno accepted with thanks. It was time for them to move along the circuit anyway, so Dutch wouldn't get uptight.
That done, Spike went through his book looking for hard meat. He called Tully Funk immediately, but Tully was booked solid.
"I got a flock of goils," he said. "Dey hired me t'go up to a cabin with 'em, you know, in the mountins. T'ree dames with hot pants-I mean hot cunts. Whynchoo try Dork?"
"Dork who?"
"Dork Jones. He got a permanent stiff. Dat's why dey call 'im Dork." Tully laughed. He gave Spike Dork's phone number.
Dork could do it, and he knew another hard cock named Earl Peters. Spike made an appointment to look at both of them in his office later.
Then he called Barbe in and fondled her. She giggled the whole time, even when he jazzed her in the front slot and finally made her convulse and come all over his hand.
Dork Jones turned out to be a big, dark-haired guy with sloping shoulders and a pug face. He didn't look bright, and as Spike chatted with him, he realized the guy was dumb as hell. "I c'n get it up anytime you want it," he said, "an' keep it hard. You want me t'fuck in a movie?"
Earl Peters was skinny, not bad-looking, and quiet.
Spike asked to see their pricks..
Neither of them showed the slightest hesitation in unzipping and hauling out the meat. Spike lit a cigarette and watched them fiddle and frig themselves for a moment, then both were hard. Spike smiled. Lily ought to be very satisfied with these two. He had never seen stronger peckers. He told them to sit down and have a smoke, with the cocks sticking up. He told them about the gig, named a price for each, and they discussed it for ten or fifteen minutes. Dork was a very slow thinker; he had got it in his head that it was a movie job and Spike had to eradicate that supposition and insert the real one. It took him time to think.
After fifteen minutes, Spike went over and felt each cock. They were still like tool steel. Man, they would do.
Earl volunteered that if the lady of the party wanted, he would screw or be screwed in the ass. Dork offered to plug him right then and there. Spike said it wasn't necessary, and thanked them. They both had to wait a few moments till the cocks went down, then they slid out.
Now he had only to decide which girl he would get for the job. For some reason, he thought of Diane, the blonde Venus. She was young and beautiful. He called her and she was eager to do it. "I'm getting tired," she said, "shaking my ass on that fucking ledge."
He told her she was too good for it, and offered to take her to dinner.
She said, "I'm laying flat on my back in bed, stark naked. Whyn't you come over, honey?"
"Jesus, you gimme a hard-on."
"Hurry up," she said.
Lily was annoyed. The caterers were slow; the crewmen had to be told to gas the boat and some sonofabitch of a hairdresser had got hairspray in her eyes. Fucking fags! They gave her a pain in the ass. Her husband, Benjie, was rolling around in bed, naked, with his lover, Harold, when she returned home, and that annoyed her all over again.
It wasn't that she minded Benjie getting fucked in the butt, because Benjie had been doing that for years, but he was supposed to help get the orgy on the road. Hitch, Benjie's valet, wasn't any help, either. She saw Hitch disappear into Benjie's suite with bottles on a tray. Hitch would probably join the ass parade; he was the lisping brand of fairy, a confirmed cocksucker.
She tried to forget Benjie; let him have his own goddam party. Why had she married him, anyway? She had known he was a faggot. They had sailed on Benjie's yacht to the South of France on their honeymoon. At first it had been a kick lolling naked on the moonlit afterdeck with Benjie and one of his supple young boyfriends, watching Benjie suck the boy dry-but that kink had worn thin. Benjie had been willing to fuck her at first, but he hadn't touched her for years.
John and Sibyl Callis arrived just ahead of Bebe Snodgrass, who came alone.
John and Sibyl were tanned and handsome, rich and bored with ordinary games. They frequently hired young couples, sexy young professionals, to come stay with them over a weekend to provide four-way screwing and oral fun. John had told her this one evening after sliding between Lily's legs to feast on her cunt. Sybil had confirmed it. Sybil had an eye for men, and a hungry cunt to match. She would call Lily on the phone. "Who've you been fucking lately, darling? Anyone I'd like?"
Bebe Snodgrass was a divorcee; she'd had four husbands and shed all of them but one who had died. Most thought she had fucked him into the grave. She would fuck a wooden Indian. She never spent a night without a man, sometimes with a pair. She dearly loved to play sandwich, as long as she could be the meat. Bebe was blonde and curvy, fond of see-through blouses.
Sybil was dark and curvy, fond of snatch-high minis with nothing under them. At beach parties, she was one of the first to get naked-and one of the first to get laid. Her beautiful body inspired male erections, and when she got a man in the water she was constantly impaling herself on the prong. Guys with hard-ons often found themselves getting fucked while they were still planning how to approach her.
Lily drew them all into the bar, waiting for the others to arrive. John acted as bartender, staring down the front of Lily's gown, which was cut to her navel and barely contained her titties. He bounced one appreciatively. "You're a luscious piece, darling."
"So am I," Bebe said, going around the bar to handle John's organ. He bounced her tits too, agreeing.
Sybil said, "Now you've handled all the women, dear, fix the fucking drinks."
Jackie Pelley arrived alone and came into the bar. Jackie was also blonde, with huge tits. She had once been a topless dancer and loved to go naked. She smiled to all of them, laid the tits on the bar, and John leaned across to kiss her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and whispered, "Now you've got me horny."
"Where's the party going to be?" Bebe asked, "on the boat?"
"No," Lily said. "We'll go across to the island so we can be alone. I don't want anybody falling off the boat and drowning in the middle of an orgasm."
They laughed, and she went to the door to welcome the Orres. Dennis and Gina Orre were likewise handsome and tanned. Dennis was slim and graceful, a good swimmer and all-around athlete. He was also a charmer and had to peer at charming a girl's legs apart. He went up to Jackie, who was seated at the bar, and she nearly spread her legs as he French-kissed her at the bar.
Gina was a two-way swinger by choice, which the others were not. Bebe, Sibyl, Jackie and Lily were willing to be lapped, but did not as a rule pursue a cunt for that purpose. Gina did. She was willowy and dark, with soft, lustrous eyes and a lush mouth. She had a lesbian maid whom Dennis often screwed in the ass while the two girls were eating.
"Are we all here?" Dennis asked, smiling around at them.
"Only Colin," Lily said, and as she spoke, the bell rang.
Colin Held was short and fat. He was not a jet setter in reality because he was poor. He was a young, apologetic man, with a short stubby cock and a shy smile. Lily knew that Colin had many times allowed Benjie to invade his asshole, but she did not mind. She and all the girls loved and helped support Colin.. He was a wonderfully practiced crotch hound. When a girl sat on his mouth she never wanted to get up. When Colin needed money, he made the rounds of his friends, usually during the day, licking and butter-flying them out of their minds. He was so adept and expert that he could tell whose cunt he was licking, blindfolded.
He had spent the previous afternoon in Sibyl's bedroom, mouth-fucking her into stupefaction, and when he entered he went directly to her, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
She said, "Later, darling," her heart pounding and her cunt wet. She watched him go from one to the other of the girls, kissing hands, smiling. Jackie whispered to him for a full minute and Colin nodded, looking at her half-bare tits.
John made another round of drinks as Lily went back to the door. The sex troupe had arrived in charge of the dark, slim Spike Martin. She went out on the dark portico of the house and received his kiss, feeling him squeeze her breasts as he kissed her. There were two cars with curious faces inside.
"Everyone's here," Spike said. "Where to?"
She walked to the end of the portico with him and pointed out the white boat moored in the slip. He moved behind her and she pushed her ass into his crotch. His hands came around her, grasping naked tits. Then he took a handful of cunt. "Go into the main cabin," she said. "I'll bring my guests down in a few minutes."
"When can I fuck you?"
She turned in his arms, writhing against him sensuously. "I've got other plans for that thing, darling." Reaching down, she squeezed it. "I'm a mouth girl, you know."
Spike got the people into the main cabin, as Lily had asked. There was a small bar there and they gathered around with Jeno filling the glasses. It was a comfortable room, lush even, with three large overstuffed lounges, a thick rug and a dozen large pillows and chairs. It was dimly lighted, the glow picking out the deep yellows and ochres of the appointments. A very sexy light, Spike thought. He noticed Jennie rubbing Earl on the fly, and went over to caution them to save it for the show.
Lily came on board with her guests in a short time. All of them trooped into the main cabin to meet the newcomers, fall of curiosity. There was such a babble of sound and chatter that Spike hardly realized the boat was under way. He went around, with Lily, introducing his people, and shaking hands with her guests.
The cabin was almost too small for the press of people. They were sprawling on the lounges half naked. Spike was entranced by Jackie's huge titties and by Sibyl, who grabbed him by the cock as they were introduced.
A crewman appeared to take over the chore of mixing and serving drinks-a man named Bert-dark and small, with jet eyes in an almost bald head. Music came trickling from hidden speakers, and Lily announced they were well down the channel. "If you want to see the shore lights you'd better hurry."
Spike went out on deck with most of the others. He found the dark sexpot Sibyl beside him, and as he stood in the darkness of the stern deck staring at the distant lights, felt her burrowing into his fly. She unzipped him and handled his bare cock with both hands.
"It's screw time," she said, and put her fanny against it. She put one foot up on the steel railing, and Spike slid the cock up into her from behind and fucked it in deep. He ran his hands around in front of her and found she had opened her blouse. He caressed her naked breasts lovingly as she churned her ass to his thrusting.
Someone else came to the darkened afterdeck. Spike peered, able to make out a man and a girl-it looked like the blonde Bebe. The girl lay on one of the leather seats and the guy got on her. Pale, bare legs came up on either side of the man and his rear end began to undulate. It looked very much like Dork.
Spike began to wonder about the sex show. Lily hadn't said where it would be held. He could hear laughter from a cabin somewhere, a girl laughing-then Jackie Pelley came running along the deck, giggling. She was entirely nude, tits flip-flopping, giggling, as Dennis Orre, wearing only a shirt, chased her.
He caught her close to them, and they merged into one struggling silhouette; Jackie hissed, "Not in the ass, you prick!"
Then she got away from him again. Sibyl snickered. She whispered, "Turn me around, doll, and sit me on the railing."
Spike pulled his cock out and she turned quickly to face him, legs up and straddling his body. She sat on the rail, smiling at him, and he slid the cock back into her pussy and they continued the fornication. She was a luscious armful.
Sibyl kissed him passionately, licking his lips. "This is fun, huh?" She rubbed his fanny. "You've got a beautiful pecker, darling."
It was fun. The night was dark and soft, water slapped the sides of the boat gently, and the sound of the engine was deep and throbbing; the lights of the shore were drawing away and falling astern. Sibyl's cunt was squeezing his prick delightfully.
Behind them on the couch, Bebe was panting, "I'm gonna-oh shit, I'm gonna do it...!" They were humping frantically.
Sibyl snickered again. "I'll bet they're all fucking in the cabin by now." She bit his ear. "Except Lily, of course."
He wondered where Lily was. He asked, "Is her husband here?"
"Benjie?" Sibyl giggled. "He's a terrible cocksucker, darling. He probably stayed home with his boyfriends."
Someone else came along the deck, halting by them. "Is that you, Sib?"
"Yes, darling ..
It was Sibyl's husband, John. He said, "I just wanted to be sure you're okay, honey." He leaned in between them and kissed her. "Are you having fun?"
"It's wonderful, darling, thanks. This is-" She halted and giggled suddenly, kissing Spike. "What the fuck is your name, baby?"
"Spike Martin," he said. He asked John, "What's going on in the cabin?"
"Gawd, John, you're naked," Sibyl tittered. "Everybody's naked," John said. "It's an orgy in there. I came out for a rest."
"Let's take our clothes off," Sibyl said, nuzzling Spike's ear, licking her tongue into it so that he squirmed. "Let's get naked," she whispered, "then go in an' fuck everybody."
He said okay, and pulled his cock out, stepping back. He was instantly surprised when Dork Jones moved quickly into the breach he had vacated. Sibyl was startled, too. She said, "Hey!" Then a second later she said, "Ooooooo, Jesus-" Her arms and her face were pale in the moonlight. She was holding Dork, staring over his shoulder at Spike, white teeth grinning as Dork fucked her.
Spike looked around for Bebe. She was still on the leather seat, and John was atop her, between her legs.
He went down the deck toward the cabin; all those holes were taken.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Inside the main cabin the lights were very low, and when Spike entered, he heard mostly heavy breathing, some squishing sounds and soft loaning. He stood by the door getting his bearings, slightly surprised that the party had actually gone to solid sex as John had said.
As his eyes became accustomed to the light, he could see various parts of anatomy-legs, arms, an undulating butt on the couch, writhing figures on the floor. Everyone was naked, all right. He began to take off his own clothes. Moving to the nearest lounge, he looked down into Diane's face. She was on her back, legs around Earl Peters, surging as he fed her the raw cock in large doses. Her eyes were ecstatically closed; he moved away. She didn't even see him.
He put his clothes in a comer, took off his shoes, and began to look for Lily. It was necessary to look close in the uncertain light. There was a couple squirming in an ardent sixty-nine, but when he looked into their faces he found the girl to be Jennie, sucking Dennis Orre's thick cock.
On another lounge he found Jackie Pelley cooing and moaning as Colin licked her pussy lasciviously.
On the floor in front of the bar, the half-naked attendant, Bert, was fucking Gina Orre, rocking her shapely, round ass with his hard lunges.
Who the hell was missing? Jeno!
Spike looked through the room again. Jeno was nowhere about, and neither was Lily.
He thought seriously about taking the shapely and desirable Gina away from Bert. He even went over and knelt by them, watching her pretty, dark face as the guy battered her crotch in a steady humping rhythm. Her black lashes fluttered now and then, and once she saw him there and her small hand went out to grip his hard cock and massage it-but she began to come, and forgot him in her threshing and groaning.
The cabin smelled like a rumble seat. He went out, stepping over Jennie's lovely, slithering form, and went on deck. He was not at all cold, even stark naked. The boat was moving through deep water now, smoothly and throbbingly; the dark water was oily and murky in the faint light. The portside green of the running lights winked in the water only yards away. He went forward to the foredeck. There was no one on the deck so he went back to the main cabin. Someone came up behind him, encircling his waist with questing hands. He felt a pussy pushed against his ass and the hands found his dong and played with it. It was Jennie, smiling and gyrating herself against him. She began to frig his cock hotly, holding his balls in one hand. He slid his hand behind him and she squealed as he grabbed a handful of pussy, working his fingers in it.
There was a door on the far side of the cabin. He moved toward it, pulling Jennie along. Diane was sliding off the lounge just in front of them. Earl had left her and had gone to the bar. Spike watched the blonde Venus grin and slide to her knees in front of him. She opened her mouth and captured the head of his cock. Jennie, giggling, frigged the thing as Diane sucked it.
He was beginning to lose his resolve to find Lily. What did he want her for anyway-only to suck him off. And Diane would do that in a minute.
Twisting, he pulled Jennie from behind him, then he sat down on the soft velvet of the lounge. Diane snaked her arms about his hips and came with him, sucking steadily on the thick cock. Jennie moved instantly into his arms, pushing both tits at his face, laughing softly. He was smothered in hard nipples and soft yet firm titty flesh.
She took his hand from her waist and pulled it into her crotch. "Feel me...."
He saw Earl come back from the bar with a bottle; the guy paused, his cock sticking out, looking at them on the couch. Putting the bottle on the floor, Earl got down behind Diane and Spike watched the skinny guy positioning himself, guiding his prick, and feeding it to her from behind. Then he picked up the bottle and had a swig as he fucked her.
Diane was erratic, not keeping up a steady rhythm with her cocksucking. She had paused when Earl had pronged her, and was constantly turning to watch the giggling, squirming Jennie.
Jennie was fucking his finger as if it would go off in her.
Also she was twisting and sliding down, eager to get at his cock. Diane tried to keep the long thick meat in her mouth but Jennie pulled it out, and the two girls fought over it, giggling and swearing at each other.
It was fun to have them both mouthing it and playing with it, but he would never shoot his wad that way. He flopped on his back and pulled Jennie over on top of him, making her straddle his face. Gluing his mouth to her wet cunt, he began to lick and tongue her gorgingly as she slithered her ass.
In a few minutes Jennie captured his prick and took most of it into her mouth. She was used to mouthing the self-sucker, Jeno. She was a jism swallower; she wanted what he had in his balls, and knew what she had to do to get it. Spike roved his hands over Jennie's delightful ass and felt under her to caress the big boobs. Diane was sucking one of his balls now, going from one egg to the other-it felt wonderful.
He wanted to put off coming ... the suck session was really beautiful. Jennie's cunt was squiggling and writhing against his mouth; she was flicking herself on his tongue, and doing her best to completely swallow his meat.
He felt the couch give as someone moved onto it. It was impossible to see around Jennie's shapely ass. Someone came very close, and a hand came feeling under Jennie, lingering at her anus. Spike could feel her body react slightly.
It was dark in the room anyway, but most of the light was blotted out; a man moved up close behind Jennie, a hard cock oozed and thrust into her asshole and slowly buried itself.
Spike heard Jennie sigh, but she never stopped sucking him.
The buggering prick was only an inch from Spike's nose, moving in and out slowly. Spike swore to himself. Who the hell would bugger a girl while another guy was licking her pussy?
Almost anyone he knew.
The sound of music increased in the room and he could hear laughter. Jackie said, "Don't bite my tits, you sonofabitch!"
Spike stopped licking Jennie and pushed his way out from under her. The guy at her butt was really pronging the rod in and Spike wanted no part of a faceful of used jism. Jennie protested when he left the slit, but the guy-it was Dork-was plugging her ass so hotly that she could not move.
There was a group dancing near the bar. Spike could make out Gina, Bebe, Sibyl, and John Callis. The barman, Bert, was dancing, but he was also glued up to Bebe's rear end, ramming her at the same time. All the others were pressed together, groping and giggling as they swayed.
He still hadn't been sucked off. Jennie had almost lost interest in the cock. The ass-fucking was making her moan and jerk a little; she would be orgasming in a second, Spike thought.
Diane was nowhere in sight.
Spike slid off the couch, nearly stepping on Earl's back. He was on top of Diane, fucking her desperately-both of them panting and heaving, close to making it.
The closed door intrigued him. Spike went across the room, evading Sibyl's hand when she reached for his handle, and opened the door. There was a narrow passageway beyond. He stepped through and closed the door quietly behind him. There were four small cabins, each with two-decker bunks.
Jeno and Lily were in the last one he looked into.
They were both naked on a lower bunk; Jeno was curled into himself, on his side, busily sucking his own cock. Lily was wrapped around him, holding him with arms and legs, hotly mouthing his balls
... and when he moved up to the head of the cock, she moved up the shaft of it.
Spike stepped into the tiny room, staring at the wild scene with open mouth. Lily was a girl for kicks, all right. No wonder she wanted Jeno so much-she had doubtless never helped a guy suck himself off. Spike saw her eyes flick sideways to him, but she did not stop her lewd ball-sucking for an instant. Jeno was within an inch of coming.
He could not stop staring at them. Hell, he'd never seen a girl help a guy suck himself off, either. Jennie had done it-man, here he came! Jeno grunted a couple of times, his ass jerked and he gulped air ... and the cock erupted. The first thick gout of jism spurted into Jeno's waiting mouth, and he gulped mightily. Lily screamed and surged upward, closing her mouth over the cock shaft, pushing at Jeno. She managed to shove him away from the cock head just as the second huge spout of jism spewed up. Jeno growled-and the third spurting wad of the stuff spattered her face.
Spike stared, fascinated. The two struggled, jerking and moaning in the mess of sticky jism, licking the cock and each other's faces. More of the white stuff welled up and Lily slobbered in it. Jeno milked his own cock, panting and writhing.
Jeno noticed him then, and looked up, grinning. Lily closed her lips over the big cock and masturbated it hungrily. "You want some?" Jeno asked.
Spike shook his head. He wanted to get his goddam gun off. He looked at Lily's shapely, supple ass-but Lily didn't care for fucking. And Lily already had a mouthful of cock ... and seemed happy with it.
He went back to the main cabin. Lily had probably forgotten all about the sex show. She was having her own sex blast.
The dance was over; Bert was on top of Sibyl as they threshed on the floor, and the cabin door was open. Spike went out on deck, hearing a girl laughing somewhere forward. Turning that way, he jogged to the foredeck and stopped short. A man in sailor garb had Diane down on the deck mat, fucking her in a frenzy. She was panting, staring at Spike with big eyes, her legs up around the man, obviously enjoying the act.
When Spike approached, however, the man jerked his head around, startled. He rose off the moaning naked girl, cock jutting out, shining with wet, and ran into the darkness to disappear beyond the wheelhouse.
"Oh, you shit!" Diane said, disappointed.
Spike laughed at her annoyance. One of the crew had found himself a cunt-doubtless against strict orders. He watched her run off down the deck toward the stern. And staring at her disappearing ass made him realize his hard-on was hurting.
He went looking urgently for a cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dork Jones was drunk, his pug face screwed up in concentration. He was trying to get his prick into Jackie Pelley's asshole, and it wouldn't go. She was laughing, kneeling on a velvet couch, looking over her shoulder at him, and Bebe was trying to help him.
Bebe wasn't at all sober; neither was John Callis and his lovely sexy wife, Sibyl, who was doing a sinuous kind of snake dance in the middle of the cabin floor, shaking her tits and smiling blearily. Colin was sitting on the floor, his upturned face in her crotch, and his long tongue spearing her. Sibyl was doing her best to fuck herself on his tongue.
They had arrived at the island, but no one seemed inclined to get off the boat. Spike stared at it: white sand, pale in the moonlight, trees in the distance and surf beating on shining rocks a hundred yards to starboard. Diane ran past him to the open gate, and along the short jetty. Earl Peters, swaying slightly from gin, followed her, cock swinging as he ran. When she saw him coming after, Diane squealed and jumped from the jetty to the sand, blonde hair streaming out.
Earl caught her a short distance up the wet sand, and pulled her down.
"Oooo, lookit 'em fuck," Gina said beside him.
Spike slipped his arm about the dark willowy girl. Earl Peters was atop Diane, pumping his dick wickedly.
Gina's hand slithered down and captured his cock, jazzing it automatically. She rubbed it on herself; her skin was silky and warm. Spike rubbed her buttocks with appreciation.
She said, "You're the only one I haven't fucked, darling."
"God, you society broads are the most."
"Of course we are." She had his prick standing up, massaging it with both hands. "This cute thing wants me."
"How d'you want it?" he asked. "You got three choices."
Gina giggled. "You forgot one. You can fuck me in the tits."
He pinched her fanny lightly. "That's not really a screw, baby."
"My husband likes it."
John Callis asked, "What's your husban' like ... I mean ... " He came up behind her, both hands on her bare hips, pushing his pecker at her butt. Gina squealed happily and revolved her ass.
Spike said, "He likes to fuck her in the titties."
He saw John reach around Gina, into her crotch, helping to angle his cock up into her. She pushed out her round butt to help him, grinning at Spike.
She said, "You don't approve of society broads, do you?"
Spike looked down. She was still holding his cock and squeezing it, one hand fondling his balls. John was fucking her very smoothly. He said, "As long as a broad's got a pussy I approve."
Gina rubbed his cock on her belly. "You're very fucking broad-minded."
He kissed her upturned face, enjoying what her hands were doing to him. Sliding his hand down her velvet belly, through the curly hair and over the hard little clit, he felt her cunt. John's cock was working in and out greasily. He wondered if she would be able to take two cocks in it-he had known girls who could-and he slid his finger in her, alongside the wet prick. She was too tight, squirming and giggling.
Both her arms went about his neck then, and she kissed him with a breathless passion. Spike was pushed up against the deckhouse. John was shoving hard, fucking her more hotly, panting with the exertion.
No wonder she was so horny, he thought, she had a yard of pecker in her. She was squirming in a very wanton manner, her beautiful thighs outside his, and his cock rubbing along her belly, wanting in. Spike felt a sudden annoyance with John. The sensuous Gina wanted to fuck him, not John. The guy had merely wandered by and pronged her when no one was looking.
She couldn't stop kissing him and writhing in his arms. His prick was so hard, wanting her so much, he was afraid he'd blow his load with the friction of their two bodies.
While he was thinking about it-with a lust-smeared mind-wondering what to do, Gina came. She gave a funny little cry and began to jerk her ass, writhing her sinuous body and panting. Spike held her tightly, the breath almost pressed out of him by her abandoned convulsions and by John's plunging thrusts. John knew she was booting one and was giving her all he could.
John had found his groove, feeding her the cock steadily and deeply, throbbing her lithe body against Spike with a jogging rhythm. In a few minutes Gina began to come out of the sex fog, her soft moans faded away and she sought his mouth again, kissing him lustfully.
Spike said, "Only half of us are gettin' any screwing...."
Gina bit his lower lip. She snickered softly, with a feline purr. Spike moved his hips so the hard cock would make an impression on her. He heard her sigh and he knew the cock frothing in her must feel delicious.
Then she spoke to John, hardly moving her lips from Spike's. "John darling-you can fuck me anytime...."
John grumbled, not wanting to uncunt.
"Lift me up," she said.
John grumbled again; he fucked her goadingly, very hard and fast for a moment, then he withdrew the prong and Gina sighed deeply once more and seemed to relax.
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Lift me...."
Spike smiled in the night. John reached under Gina and lifted her by the buttocks, six inches or so, and Gina giggled excitedly. One of her quick hands grasped Spike's pulsating cock, guiding it. The lance speared her, a sword in a buttery cave, and she flung herself on him, legs grappling and loins churning, sucking his cock into herself.
Spike fucked her in a frenzy while John held her butt for him. Gina purred happily.
When John fingered her rosebud, oozing a finger into her, she writhed at the sensation, but she had been buggered before. At Asbury College, in her sophomore year, she had begun to date heavily. She and a girl friend met men from the nearby Doane Military Academy in hotels and motels weekends and holidays. When no contraceptives were available, they went the back door route. "Old safe'n sure," they called it. Gina had been fucked in the ass by age seventeen as much as the regular way.
When John began to work his cock into her butthole, she only giggled. Her husband, Dennis, had fucked her that way with Tommy, a mutual friend, many times.
Spike was surprised. He had never been one-third of a well-fucked girl party. John worked the lewd prick into her, and the friction between them, the two dicks separated by only a morsel of girl flesh, was doubly exciting. In a few moments they fell into a rhythm, one cock in, one moving out, and vice versa.
Gina hissed, "Oh, Jesus Christ! I'm gonna come again!"
When she did, crying out, jerking and paroxysming in the kinky sensations, Spike felt it coming too. All three of them were panting and churning together in a frantic flesh sandwich. He tried to brace himself against the deckhouse, thrusting hotly into Gina. He felt the jism explode, spewing up his cockshaft and spouting into her.
John too was fountaining, straining and ramming her ass, his breath hoarse as he gasped for air.
Gina was kissing him, licking his face, rubbing her hard-nippled tits on his chest. Spike felt himself helpless, his movements jerky, the rhythm lost. Her ass was gyrating and her breath was hot on his cheek; she was giggling and purring, obviously having the time of her life.
But John went weak too, as the orgasm drained him. He half fell; his softening prick slid out of her and he had to lower her to the deck. Gina moaned, losing both cocks at the same time. They both clung to her, gasping, glassy-eyed, the jism puddling on the deck.
After that, Spike went inside and fell onto a couch, pooped. 'Die barman, Bert, had Bebe on the rug, still able to function, humping his skinny butt between her legs. She smiled up at him dreamily, and Spike blew her a kiss. The party, he thought, had gotten completely out of hand. Lily, the hostess, had spent all her time with Jeno and let her guests fend for themselves. The sex show had been forgotten, but perhaps it was just as well. They had been paid, and the guests had made their own shows.
Thinking of Lily, Spike got up and went through the door and down the passageway to the small cabin. Very little had changed. Lily was still wrapped around Jeno, the two of them on their sides, both of them whispering together and both licking his big prick. Lily had apparently found her big kick.
He watched them for a moment; they were taking turns, each of them swallowing the cock for a few sucks then giving it up to the other. The cabin smelled like raw jism.
Spike went out to the deck, looking for Jackie. He found her on the stern deck with a drunken, soft-cocked Dennis Orre in her arms. He was nuzzling her huge titties, half-asleep. The party was winding down. Dork Jones was on his back, passed out, and Earl Peters was still moving, though not spirited, atop a barely moving Sibyl.
Spike rolled Dennis off her and picked up Jackie. She smiled, reaching instantly for his cock, massaging it. "Are you gonna ball me?"
"If you can get it interested." He led her down the deck. Jackie clung to the dick, and it was actually enlarging under her busy fingers. They had to step over Gina and Diane in the main cabin. Gina was sprawled between the blonde Venus's thighs, licking her. So it was true that Gina liked cunt.
He took Jackie down the passageway to a vacant cabin. Crawling onto a lower bunk, she opened her legs and he slid in atop her. "What's your name, darlin'?" she asked as he parted her tender flesh and impaled her with the pump handle.
"I'm the Fucking Bandit," he whispered, thrusting. She slid satiny legs about him and giggled.
"You can rob me anytime, darlin'."
Spike sighed, sleepily. In the next cabin he could hear the quick panting of Jeno and Lily; Jeno groaned aloud and the bunk creaked. Man, how many times could that guy come?
Jackie sighed contentedly. "I wanna screw all night," she said in his ear.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
He had a terrible time trying to persuade Jeno to get back to the circuit. Clubs were clamoring for him and the suck act. Every time he called the house, Lily told him to fuck off. She wouldn't give him up.
Jennie was in his office a dozen times, crying. She loved him, she said. She was all alone now-Jeno had run off with that social cunt. Spike finally had to give up and forget it.
He told a tearful Jennie, "Go out an' find yourself another guy who can suck his own dick, for crissakes."
"I've tried," she wailed. "All I do is get fucked!"
"Well, try some more." He finally got rid of her, but was sorry for her at the same time. She was a cute little pussy; it was too bad. Of course Jeno was fixed for life if he played his prick right. Lily would keep him in style.
It was too bad he, Spike, couldn't get ten percent of it.
It took days to recover from the boat party. He made his usual rounds, calling on customers, interviewing prospects. Tully found a couple of girls who had a cute act. They sat opposite each other, inserted a clear plastic tube, several feet long, into each cunt, then rolled colored balls back and forth in it as they writhed their fannies.
They were cousins, Tully said; he had known them for a long time because he had been screwing their mothers. He had also been screwing the girls since age fourteen. They were still in high school and Spike was cautious about booking them. They were eager for the extra dough and Tully kept interceding. "De're cute kids...."
Spike agreed that they were, both dark and shapely, Tina and Alicia. Alicia had the largest tits and looked older. At Tully's insistence he viewed the act again. They had added a few things. They put the tube in their anuses also, and they had little balls with American flags on them. Also, they could do it standing on their heads.
After they had showed him the act, they came and embraced him, begging for a chance. Pulling him to the office couch, they kissed him and Tina got his cock out. Each of them fucked him briefly, then Tina got down and sucked him off.
He made a cash deal with a downtown club-everything under the table. The girls were a big success.
"De're cute kids," Tully said.
Any number of dog-and-girl acts showed up, wanting work. Spike interviewed a half-dozen after inquiring around. Some clubs were interested. "Is the dame pretty?" or "What kinda dog has she got?" One club owner wanted to know if the dame would blow the pooch.
Most of the dogs were short-haired, not too small, and had large cocks. The most experienced act was a man-and-wife deal, a guy calling himself Rory, but with a German accent. He was medium-sized, blondish, with a broad face and tiny piggish eyes. He introduced himself as the dog trainer. His wife, a slender lovely blonde with a vague smile on her face, was named Blossom.
"I can use you if you're good," Spike said, shuffling papers. There was a weirdo club on the west side that wanted a good novelty sex act. When he looked up again, Blossom had most of her clothes off. Man, nice big tits.
"She vill do it the regular way," Rory said, petting the dog, then giving him something from a bottle to smell. Rory also rubbed a few drops from the bottle on his wife's naked round bottom. Spike lit a cigarette, staring at the brown and black-spotted dog. The mutt was getting a rapid erection.
"Go fuck 'er, Shultzie," Rory said in the dog's ear.
The dog leaped at the kneeling Blossom and smelled at her ass for a second. Then he jumped up on her, front paws about her waist. She reached back under her and guided the big, hard-pronging cock.
Spike went around the desk and got on his knees, gazing up under the lovely naked girl. The pecker was embedded, all right, a foot up into her, and the dog was fucking her like a machine gun. Rory grinned, and Blossom smiled sweetly, titties swaying.
"You vant he should put it up her ass, too?" Rory asked.
Spike shrugged. "I'll take your word for it." He puffed on the cigarette and sat down again, watching them fuck. The dog seemed to like it, no doubt about it. He asked Rory, "What d'you do in the act?"
"Nozzing. I just train the dog. Ve haff to have many different dogs, you understand. Dey don't last, or dey get out of the mood-ve alvays haff a standby dog."
Spike nodded. "Okay. Does she get on her back, too?"
Rory nodded. "Sometimes. But iss better ziss vay. The dogs like ziss position better. So does Blossom, huh, baby?"
She smiled. "Oh yes," she said softly.
Spike nodded again. "Okay, they can stop now. I'll buy it."
Rory shrugged. "Zey will be through in a little bit." He grinned and his tiny eyes almost disappeared. "The dog iss hot now, you understand. We let him haff the fuck, all right?"
"Sure," Spike said, Man, how many pooches did this girl screw? Dozens, probably. She was getting a little glassy-eyed now; the goddam dog was really feeding her the old cockpole.
He was slightly surprised when the girl said, "Rory...."
Rory looked a little embarrassed. He went over and petted her, fondling her ripe, hanging breasts. "She iss very aroused," he said to Spike. "Zizz dog has a ver' nice cock...." He shrugged and smiled. She was picking at him, breathing hard.
Spike said, "What's she want?"
Rory sighed and shrugged again. "Ziss," he said. He moved in front of her and opened his fly. Flipping out his cock, he put it in her mouth. She sucked it hard and voraciously.
"Ve do it ziss vay at home. But not in the club." Spike stared. Rory had a big hard-on now and she was blowing him like a tenor sax. She was going after a double-ender, and likely to get it ... any second.
"Listen, I can get you more money if you do it this way," he said to Rory. "Only you gotta be naked, too."
"Oh no!" Rory protested. "But I am not a performer!" He sucked in his breath. "Vun moment, please-I come now...." He shot his wad into her mouth.
The dog was a close second. Blossom looked like the blonde who had eaten the canary; but Rory would not become part of a nightclub act.
After they had gone, Spike got Suzette in, and laid her on the office couch. What a way to make a living.
Dutch wanted another novelty act; his customers were clamoring for something to follow Jeno and Jennie. Spike sent the word out, and in a few days Zoe came into the office.
Zoe was young, a redhead, supple and rather tall. She was a chemistry major in college and needed extra money, she said. She had heard of his needs through someone she had met, and had a physical ability that he might be able to use.
"I can lick my own pussy," she said, seriously, and proceeded to show him. It gave him a hard-on to watch her.
"You oughta team up with a guy," he said, taking out his prick. Zoe was on her back on the floor. He got in front of her and laid his big prick along her slit. Grinning at him, she licked it and he put it into her, fucking it in deep. Then she licked it and herself as he fucked her.
Man, what a pair she and Jeno would make!
He fucked her for about fifteen minutes, nice and easy, mostly just the head of the cock in her. She said she didn't mind the screwing, but that she wasn't excited by it. She admitted to having a girl friend and asked him not to shoot into her.
"She'll taste it if you do."
He wanted her to suck him off, but she wouldn't do that either, so he called in Suzette, who did. Zoe was sweet about it, apologizing for making him horny, saying she couldn't help it.
She sat quietly, smoking a cigarette while Suzette finished him off very expertly and satisfyingly.
"If you think I should have a partner," Zoe said, after Suzette had gulped down the spend and was nursing the throbbing cock, "I could get another girl, couldn't I?"
Spike agreed, petting Suzette.
He drove Zoe to Dutch's club, and in the privacy of the office, Zoe showed Dutch her specialty, which made him enthusiastic. He wanted to fuck her instantly, but they talked him out of it. By then he was horny, so he called in Diane, who smiled on seeing Spike, stared at the naked Zoe, and lay on the couch for Dutch to mount her.
While Dutch was screwing Diane, Spike took Zoe to meet the club director to discuss her act.
Then he went into the bar to have a drink while he waited.
There were a dozen naked girls slithering on the ledge, bumping and grinding-and he nearly fell off the stool when Lutzi called his name.
She was above him, stark naked, revolving her ass but looking very different from the beautiful headliner she had been in this very club. What the hell had happened to her? Her luscious tits were about the same as he remembered, her shape was good-but she had no electricity. That was it, she was beat. She wasn't the Lutzi he remembered. She had lost the most precious thing of all, her self-confidence.
"Keep shakin' it, baby," a bartender said to her, and Lutzi sighed and moved on. The barman came over to Spike and leaned across the bar. "You want her, mister? Twenty bucks for a fast pop, seventy-fi' the whole fuckin' night. She'll blow yer brains out."
Spike shook his head sadly. "Is Dutch screwing her?"
The bartender laughed. "She come in here a coupla nights ago lookin' for a job. I t'ink Dutch screwed her ass off, then he put her on the ledge. She ain't bad. I had a piece o' her myself." He moved away.
Spike finished his drink, watching the nude Lutzi. She moved around the room on the ledge, shaking it for the guys. The girls were nude now because things were relaxed. Later on when it was long after dark and things got kickier, they would finger and play with themselves to please the crowd. Man, it was damn sad to see a gorgeous broad like Lutzi hit the slide.
Zoe came in, "Okay, we're all set now."
He took her out to the car. "You got a partner?"
"Yeah, they're gonna get one of the girls off the ledge to gimme a tongue-job at the same time I do it." Zoe giggled. "This's gonna be fun."
"Hell, I know who it'll be," Spike said.
Zoe looked at him as he opened the car door. "It's a girl named Lutzi, Dutch says. Do you know her?"
He shook his head. The world was all fucked up when a good piece of ass like Lutzi had to come down to eating cunts. "No, I guess I was wrong," he said.
That night he took Suzette home and fucked her till neither of them could stand up. He had been nuts about Lutzi.
