Brandy Wyne, private detective and blonde bombshell, held her breath as she surveyed the situation. The clues: a man, a hard-on, a lewd leer in his eyes. It was true, this evidence wouldn't lead her to the missing young woman she was hired to find, but it did call for her immediate attention. After all, she was at the mansion of Hung Hoffer, the publisher of Pet Me magazine, and she wouldn't want to blow her cover by not blending into the orgy.
"Fuck me," said Brandy to the big-dicked stranger, and held open her succulent pink pussy lips.
CHAPTER ONE
As Brandy read the report, her fingers caressed her clit. She could always think better when she was aroused, and this case was going to take a lot of thought.
"Do you need some help with that?"
Brandy brushed her long blonde hair back with her free hand and smiled up at the red-haired giant standing in front of her desk. She knew he had tried to sneak up and startle her, but she had felt the subtle difference in the air when he had opened the door to her office, the one that said 'Brandy Wyne, Private Investigator'.
"Just what did you want to help with? This?" she asked, pointing to the report, "or this?" She rolled her chair away from the desk and spread her legs wide.
Grizzly walked around the desk and dropped to his knees in front of her. "I think I'm better at this than reading reports, Boss Lady. But, you make it so easy when you don't wear panties to work."
He pushed her silk skirt higher, exposing her from the waist down. Brandy felt his warm breath as his face got closer to her crotch. She spread her legs even wider. She felt his full red beard tickle the inside of her thighs as he moved toward his target. His hands caressed her nylon-covered calves, the sensitive spot behind her knees, then up a few more inches to bare flesh.
His fingers played with the black garters that were holding up her stockings. Delicious shivers ran through Brandy's body as his hands worked upward and his face inched forward. Her thighs quivered as his hands and face got closer to her blonde triangle.
He finally reached her hot center, his fingers teasing the swollen lips before finally parting them. Brandy moaned at his touch and tried to scoot her ass forward in the chair. She wanted to press her cunt into his face! She needed release!
But Grizz pulled back, teasing her. He blew on her rigid clit and down over her open, hungry cunt. Brandy reached down, grabbed two handfuls of hair and tried to pull him into her. She heard his deep chuckle as his greater strength resisted her.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Tell me what you want."
"Lick me!" she yelled. "Lick me!"
Brandy felt his tongue flick over her throbbing clit. It felt like a high voltage current going through her. Then again. A little harder.
He seemed to sense that she was on the brink and drew back to prolong her agony/ecstasy. His tongue trailed down between the slippery folds to the entrance of her sex channel.
Her hips rose from the chair, trying to impale her cunt on his tongue. He probed deeply within the velvet walls, twirling his tongue around and around, driving her mad with lust.
"Please," she begged. "Please ... oh, please. Do it! Make me cum!"
He pulled his tongue from her cunt and immediately replaced it with his large middle finger. His lips went to her clit and clamped around it.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Do it!"
He sucked on the hard knob, vibrating his tongue against it and finger-fucking her furiously at the same time. Brandy squirmed and twisted against his face, wanting more and more! Her legs went over his shoulders and clamped behind his neck.
She felt herself reach the peak of her passion, hold there for a couple of agonizing seconds, then finally go over the top! "OHHHH!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh ... yes! Do it! Do It! I'm ... I'm cuuummming!" She felt the release of her hot cum burst from her cunt. She could feel Grizz lapping at the love juice like a hungry man.
"God, that was good," she sighed as he slipped his finger from her pussy and she brought her legs down from his shoulders. "I think the best part of owning my own business is the perks!"
"Working for you sure has some great fringe benefits." He grinned, her cum shining in his beard.
"I suppose you think you deserve a raise for this," she teased.
"Oh, I've already got the raise," he said as he stood up. "I thought you might want to take it back!"
The bulge in his jeans excited Brandy. She knew she was the cause of it. She reached out, ran her hand over it, and even through the thick fabric, she could feel it pulsate. Her pussy contracted in response. What it had was great, but now it wanted a prick! A big prick. One that knew what it was doing.
"Don't you think you'd better let him out of there?" asked Brandy. "He might hurt himself trying on his own like that."
Grizz smiled at her as he undid his jeans. He managed to get them and his shorts down, allowing his cock to pop out and stand at attention. "See him salute you?" he asked.
"That's nice, but does he know any other tricks?" Brandy teased.
"He's great at exploring dark, wet places," he answered.
Brandy slid off her chair onto the floor. The plush carpet felt good against her bare ass. She smiled up at Grizz as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it along with her skirt. Grizz's boner bobbed at the sight of her creamy breasts straining the C cups of her flimsy bra. She slowly unhooked the front clasp and let them free.
Grizz had seen her tits many times before, but Brandy heard his sharp intake of breath and knew they still impressed him. Even with no support, they stood upright on her chest. Her nipples hardened as Brandy watched the lustful expression on Grizz's face.
She got to her knees and reached for his prick. "Did he miss me?" she asked, softly running her fingers up and down the hard shaft.
"Miss you? All he thinks about all day long are those beautiful lips of yours-both sets!"
"I guess maybe we'll have to decide which ones he likes best," she said as she leaned forward to take the head of his cock in her mouth. Her lips went around the edible mushroom and her tongue flicked into the slit on top. She licked the lubricant that was seeping from there and was rewarded with a groan from Grizz.
She teased all around the head, then slowly eased more and more of him into her mouth and down her throat. Less than halfway, she had to take a deep breath and hold it to keep her throat open and ready to take the rest of him. She slid her lips further and further down the thick shaft until, finally, she could feel the hairs at the base tickle her nose and she could go no further.
His cock was so big, she could barely move her tongue back and forth. She reversed and came back up slowly, working her tongue as much as possible, side to side and up and down. When she was back at the halfway point, she went back down again, faster this time.
She didn't hesitate at the bottom, but immediately started back. She continued going up and down his prick, faster each time. She felt him getting even harder. She pulled up to the top, sucked on the tip, again letting her tongue push open the slit and get the delicious pre-cum that had formed there, then released him.
"He seemed to like those lips all right, now let him try the others." She turned, still on her knees, until her back was to him. She dropped forward onto her hands and presented her ass to him. "I think he'll find what he wants in there somewhere," said Brandy over her shoulder.
Grizz dropped to his knees behind her. "I know he'll find what he wants and the hunting will be almost as much fun as the finding." His hands rubbed her ass cheeks, then went between her legs to the entrance of her wet pussy.
Brandy spread her knees further apart and shoved her ass up. She wanted him! "Give it to me!" she yelled. "Give me that hard cock! Fuck me!"
Grizz removed his fingers from her wet tunnel and, with a hand on each hip, pulled her back and onto his cock. Brandy's wet pussy almost sucked him in. It wanted a cock so bad! And Grizz's filled her! The cum-slick walls of her cunt expanded to take all of him. She could feel every inch of him inside her, giving her what she wanted.
He backed out, then plunged forward again, his hard stomach slapping against the cheeks of her ass. He leaned forward over her, reached around her and took as much boob in each hand as he could get. His fingers twirled the hard nipples as he fucked her.
"Harder!" she yelled at him. "Fuck me harder!"
He raised up and once again his hands clamped on her hips and he pulled her to him as he lunged forward, slamming his lust muscle into her burning caldron again and again. Fucking her faster and harder!
"I'm almost....
I' m....Ooohhh....
I'm cumming!" she squealed.
Grizz didn't answer. Not with words. He gave one final shove, harder than any of the rest, and Brandy felt the hot jism spurting into her, drenching her already sopping wet pussy.
"Oh," he finally said as his cock softened and slipped from its wet nest. He sunk down on the floor and lay on his back. Brandy lay next to him, her head on his shoulder.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?"
"Your cock was supposed to decide which set of lips it liked best. Which is it?"
Grizz grinned. "How can he determine that with just one try? Don't you think this question really deserves more research than we've given it?"
"If you say so. I guess we'll just have to do it over and over until we come up with an answer," said Brandy giving an exaggerated sigh. "In the meantime, we have work to do. I am running a business here, you know."
"Slave driver," said Grizz, getting up and pulling up his jeans. Brandy gestured toward the desk as she got dressed. "You might want to read the file. Missing person. Police won't do anything even if it was reported, since it looks like she left on her own, but her rich parents are willing to pay plenty to find her."
"Pretty girl," she said, looking at the photo of the hazel-eyed brunette in the folder. "Have they gone to the newspaper with this?"
"No, and they don't want to. Everything is to be quiet. I think they are afraid she's mixed up with something that might be embarrassing to the family. Did you notice the last name?"
"Yeah. Jones. Father ... wait a minute. Says here, 'Randy Jones.' Daddy isn't The Randy Jones?"
"Got it right first try. Our favorite TV give'em-hell preacher. Which means anything could embarrass him."
"Right. And that translates to losing a few thousand a month from all his faithful followers."
"You got it. Things might get so bad, they'd have to lay off a few of the servants or something. Anyway, for what they are willing to pay per day and for expenses, I agreed to look for her. If I find her, then I'll decide if I'll tell them. She may not want to be found, and if that's the case, I wouldn't tell them I found her. I wouldn't wish her parents on a rabid bat."
"Come on, they can't be that bad. With all that money, she must've led a pretty nice life. Cars, parties, clothes-everything she wanted."
"Not everything. Remember that every move she made was followed by the media, and she was never allowed to do anything that reflected badly on her family. Everything was picked out for her-including the clothes. Think about all the pictures you've ever seen of her. She was dressed nicely, but never in fashion. Everything was dowdy and pious."
"I still think you must be wrong. Where do we go from here? Where do we start looking for her?"
"First, we're going to the mansion. I haven't talked to these people face to face. I only have what they sent me by special messenger. Maybe after we meet with them, we'll have a better idea where to start."
Brandy's gold Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the gates to the Jones' mansion. "May I help you, Miss?" asked the young guard on duty. Brandy smiled at him, but he didn't see it. He had addressed his question to the cleavage she was showing him.
"I have an appointment with the Reverend Jones and his wife," she said, presenting him with her card. He managed to tear his eyes away from her tits and go make a call from the guard booth. He was back in a moment, and bent down so his head was almost in the car. "You can go on up," he said, again to Brandy's tits.
"We certainly thank you," said Brandy as the gates swung open. "All of us thank you!" She popped the top buttons on her blouse and flipped the bra snap so her tits popped out and one nipple struck the guard in the eye. He was so startled, he banged his head as he jerked back. Brandy hit the gas and laughed all the way up the drive.
"Don't you think that was a little much?" asked Grizz. "After all, we are at the home of one of the most famous preachers there ever was."
"Well, I don't know about the Rev, but at least I know his employees have healthy sex drives. He seemed friendly, anyway, and you never know when you might need a friend."
"I have to admit, you are the friendliest girl I have ever met. Just try to control yourself and not fuck the butler before we leave."
They parked in front of the huge place and mounted the wide stairs. Before they reached the door, it was opened by a man in a butler's uniform who could pass for Lurch's twin. "I promise," Brandy whispered. "He doesn't look like my type."
They followed him down a long hallway to the library. "Your type?" Grizz whispered back. "I thought if they had a prick and balls, they were your type."
"Yeah, but only if they came as standard equipment. I don't know where this guy's might have come from."
"Do come in, Miss Wyne," said the famous Reverend Jones. "And this is?" he asked, turning to Grizz.
"My assistant, Weldon Rogers. He'll be working with me on this case."
"Fine," said Rev Jones, "if you think it necessary. However, the fewer people that know about this the better."
"Do you really think this kind of person is what we need, Randall?"
"Yes, dear, I do," he answered the woman who had entered behind Brandy and Grizz. "Miss Wyne, Mr. Rogers, may I present my wife, Prucilla Jones?"
"Nice to meet you," said Brandy, "but what do you mean about 'This kind of person'?"
"My wife means no offense, Miss Wyne. You are just not of our ... shall we say, 'station.' We know our daughter is not with our kind, which is why we chose you for this assignment. You are closer to, well, let's just say, the more earthy population. The kind we believe have taken her."
Brandy managed to control her anger-just. "If you're so sure she was 'taken,' then why don't you just go to the police?"
Mrs. Jones looked down her nose at Brandy. "They are just as common as the rest of the population. As such, they are envious of us and would refuse to believe that Virginia has been abducted. They'll think she wanted to leave of her own free will! Can you imagine? After all we've done for her? It just isn't possible."
"Now settle down, dear," said the Reverend. "You know you shouldn't get excited like that.
CHAPTER TWO
"Yes, Miss, we all love her."
"All?"
"The servants, Miss," Brooks answered. His face was the saddest Brandy had ever seen.
"I'll do everything I can to find her," said Brandy.
"I'm afraid you will," he answered.
Brandy turned and looked at Grizz, who shrugged. Turning back to Brooks, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"What he means is," said a male voice from behind them, "is that they always spoiled her. She was the fair-haired child of the manor servants."
Brandy whirled around and saw a dark-haired young man, with almost black eyes. "And who are you?" she asked.
"Rick Jones. Virginia's older brother. I'm sure no one told you about me."
Brandy was surprised. She was also getting hot. She had never heard of Rick Jones, let alone seen him, and she could see what she'd been missing! Her pussy was wet and throbbing just looking at him! She could see thick black curls where the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. She knew the rest of him must be covered with that same glossy pelt. It was all she could do not to reach out and twine her fingers into it.
Grizz poked her in the ribs. He must have known what she was thinking. She managed to get control of her mind again, even though her cunt wasn't listening. It wanted this man and wanted him bad!
"No, I didn't know Virginia had a brother," Brandy said as her eyes dropped to Rick's crotch. The bulge in his tailored slacks made her even hotter!
"Brooks," she said, still looking at Rick's crotch, "I think I'd better talk to Rick alone. My associate, Mr. Rogers, will talk to you. It'll be quicker that way."
"Call me Grizz, Mr. Brooks. We'll get along a lot better that way. Why don't we go down to the kitchen so I can talk to some of the other servants as well?"
Brandy was barely conscious of their leaving. Rick came closer to her. She looked up into those dark eyes and saw the heat in them. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him!
"Don't you think," said Rick in a husky voice, "that you can find out more about a missing person by being where they spent a lot of time?
"Yes, I do. Where did you have in mind?" Rick reached out and pulled Brandy into his arms. "My sister spent a lot of time in bed. In that bed right over there." His eyes never left her face as he bent closer and closer until, finally, his lips were on hers. Firm and warm. Delicious lips. Brandy wanted to go on kissing him forever! Then she felt the tip of his tongue gently run first over her bottom lip, then the top one, and then between them as he slowly explored the inside of her mouth.
His hands ran up and down her back. They came to rest on the firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her closer to him. She felt his hard-on pressing between them. Her snatch throbbed with the closeness of the prize. Brandy reached between them and found the zipper on his pants and pulled it down. Her fingers reached in and pulled the throbbing rod through the opening of his shorts and pants.
Rick's hands pulled her skirt up and found the bare cheeks of her butt. "You are ready, aren't you?" he whispered. "You want me, too."
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"Oh, Yes," she answered, then put her mouth back on his and tried to get as much of his tongue as possible. He worked his tongue in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion that added to her wanton lust.
The hands on the round globes of her ass lowered slightly, then cupped them to pull her up. Brandy let go of his prick and wrapped her arms around his neck. As he lifted her off the floor, her long legs went around his body and she strained to raise herself higher. She could feel the hard shaft between them. Now it was flesh to flesh, its hard length lying along the folds of her pussy.
Brandy strained upward as Rick pulled her higher, until she could finally feel the head of his turbulent poker slide through the slick folds of her twat lips, heading for her lust channel. Rick held her at the edge for an agonizing few seconds before lowering her onto the pulsating shaft.
Brandy wiggled against him, trying to get even closer. His cock filled her nicely, but she always wanted more. She wanted action! Rick walked a few steps, until he could brace her back against a wall. He held her there, steadying her with his hands, and began to piston in and out of her cunt like a man possessed!
Rick's tongue matched the furious fucking of his cock, thrusting into her mouth, filling it like his cock filled her pussy. She ground her hips against him, straining to get as much of him as she could!
He pulled her away from the wall, his rigid rod planted deep within her, and walked with her to the bed. He bent over, laying her down on the satin spread. He eased her legs from around his waist and lifted them up and over his shoulders. Her buns were resting on the edge of the bed. With her legs in that position and the extra leverage he was able to get with his feet on the floor, he managed to push in another two inches!
Brandy wondered briefly if he was going to go all the way through her, but she didn't care! It felt so good! She seemed to be flying! Her body felt light and tingly all over, like all the blood in her body rushed to her cunt! She was soaring on the winds of lust, reaching for the high of release she knew would come! It had to! She needed it!
"Come on, baby," Rick said. "Come on! You know you want to! Let it go!"
Brandy's cunt seemed to explode as she climaxed! She seemed to cum forever! Gradually, she came down from the high he had given her and realized he was just as hard as ever.
"Don't," she said as he started to pull out. "You haven't finished!"
"I know. Trust me." He pulled back, and took her legs from his shoulders and rolled her over.
"What? What are you going to do?"
Rick didn't answer. He rubbed her white, rounded ass cheeks, and bent to kiss them. His fingers worked between them, down to her soaking pussy, where he wetted them with her cum, then back up to her puckered back door.
"I don't think...." said Brandy. She wiggled, trying to get away from the finger probing her ass, but instead managed to impale herself on it. It felt strange, but not bad. Not bad at all. Rick wiggled his finger a little and got it in a little farther.
"Relax, Brandy. Just relax and let me in."
Brandy tried to relax. Rick pulled his finger out to get some more slick cum on it, then probed once again at her brownie. Only this time with two fingers! Before she could protest, they were inside her. Farther than the first one had been. Slowly, he pushed in until they were buried as far as they could go. He pulled out slightly, then went back in. Brandy really did begin to relax and enjoy this new sensation!
Rick pulled his fingers out and Brandy could feel the head of his cock going first to her wet pussy, then to her asshole. She tensed, then relaxed to let him in. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers. He had to strain to get past her closed door, but she felt the head of his prick finally enter her.
She didn't know she had been holding her breath until it came out of her with a gasp. She had always been open to new ideas, and so was her body. Even though he was in a different hole than what she was used to, her body was responding just as much, if not more!
Slowly, he pushed his way up her shit chute. It was hard to relax when every muscle of her body wanted to push against him. Then there was a subtle change as her body wanted to help him in! No longer was it straining against him, it was straining to get him in farther!
"That's right, Brandy. That's right, baby. Let me have you! Let me have this beautiful ass of yours!" Rick pulled back slightly, then thrust forward all the way! His cock was buried in her asshole all the way to his balls!
"Oh!" cried Brandy as her virgin hole received his bulk. "Oh! It feels ... soooo ... good!" Now she knew why people did this! It was an added sensation, a new variation of sex that she knew she would want to do again!
"I told you, you'd like it," said Rick as he lunged into her again.
"Like ... it? I ... love ... it!" she said, each word expelled during an inward thrust.
"Get ready!" yelled Rick. "I'm going to cum soon!"
Brandy felt her own climax gathering in her center, getting ready to explode again. She wanted this feeling to go on and on, yet, at the same time, she wanted the feeling--the high of hitting that peak that only good sex can bring. "I'm ready!" she answered. "I'm waiting for you!"
"I'm cumming!" he yelled, and Brandy felt him spurt wad after wad of boiling cum deep in her ass.
"Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!" she screamed as she, too, passed over the brink.
"Wow!" exclaimed Rick as he collapsed on top of her and then rolled over beside her. "That was fucking great!"
"Great fucking, too!" Brandy grinned at him.
"This bed has seen some of the best," said Rick.
"You mean you use Virginia's bed instead of your own?"
"No," he laughed. "Mine has had its share of workouts, too, but this one has always been my sister's."
"You mean? Your folks ... well, I gathered that Virginia lived up to the virgin part of her name."
"Not hardly. Ginny is certainly not a virgin. It's been really discreet. She never shoved it in their faces, but there are so many ways in and out of here, and our darling parents have their rooms on the other side of the house, so we could have company whenever we liked."
"So, what do you think? Where do you think she is?"
"I don't know, but I do think she went of her own accord. She told me time after time she couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted out. Every time she tried to leave the house, she had to have a bodyguard with her. One who reported to Mother and Father. And she had to go to the 'right' places. Which really means the places you can't have any fun."
"I take it you're not worried about her?"
"Quite the contrary. I'd like to know if she's all right, but if she is, then I want her left alone. I know they hired you. I don't know if I can trust you."
"I'll do my best to find her, but believe me, I won't make her come home, and I won't tell your folks where she is if she doesn't want me to. They are paying me to find her. My contract doesn't say that I have to tell them where."
"I see you two have gotten to know each other better," said Grizz from the doorway. "Are you finished with your interrogation, Brandy?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Well, let's just say the first round of what I got was beyond my wildest expectations," she answered as she and Rick got up and started putting on their clothes. "Now we have to get to work. How did your interviews go?"
"I talked to all the servants, including one little number named Rosita, who has a set of jugs on her that could almost rival those lovelies of yours."
"They are a set, aren't they?" laughed Rick.
"They upset Mother every time she sees Rosita. She won't let her serve at the table any more, because all the male guests forget they are not supposed to be lustin' in their hearts-or in their pants, for that matter. I don't think she trusts Rosita around dear old Dad, either."
"Okay. I get the picture," said Brandy, "but did you find out anything besides Rosita's measurements?"
"Only that they all love Virginia. Seems as though she had a habit of spending a lot of time in the kitchen with them, in spite of what her parents say."
"They didn't know," said Rick. "The servants would hide her in one of the cupboards on the rare occasion one of the folks went down there. Mostly they didn't, unless they had a complaint or they wanted to give a white glove inspection. Most of the time, they just summoned Brooks and gave him messages to pass on to the others."
"Real snobs, huh?" asked Grizz.
"Of the worst kind. They actually believe the shit they tell everyone about the masses and the common people. They forget the common people are the ones who built this place for them and make the payments on their cars, and all the rest of it."
"Why haven't we ever heard about you?" asked Brandy. "Virginia's picture has been in the paper for one thing or another since I can remember. You were never mentioned, and I don't remember ever seeing you on any of the broadcasts, though I have to admit I've only seen a couple."
"Well, I'm not of their class, either. Father said when I was little that there was too much of a hellion in me, and I could not be a part of the family business until I got it out of my system. Guess I'll never make it. They've done all they can to break me, but they haven't succeeded."
"Why have they let you stay?" asked Grizz. "Seems as though they'd want to throw you out and start over."
Rick laughed. "They're afraid to. What if they did and I went public? Not only with the story of the son they have hidden all these years, but with the real story behind the Rev. The lies they give out so the people will send them more money. What if that happened and they had to get jobs like the masses, and maybe even live like them? Believe me, it's been cheaper to buy me off."
"Whatever," said Brandy. "It looks like they didn't do well buying off your sister. We need to get started trying to find her. Let's go through this room and see if she left anything that might give us a hint."
The closet was filled with the modest clothing she was always seen wearing in public. At least the clothes in front were modest. Behind them were some hot little numbers she must have ordered from a catalog. Her shoes were the same way-proper little pumps lined up in front, and spike heels behind them.
Grizz whistled as he held up a whisp of an underwire bra and matching g-string. "You'd look great in this, Brandy. Hey, look! She likes those garter belts like you wear, too."
"All I can find in her desk are these newspaper ads," said Rick. "They're from the personal columns and some of those 900 number deals. Hey! Some of them are circled. You don't suppose?"
"It could be," said Brandy, taking the sheets from him. "Let's see ... this one looks interesting. 'Playful Adonis looking for his Athena. Call me and we'll make our own myths come true.' Do you believe that? And there's lots more. I think we should check them all out until we find one that will give us a lead."
"I want to help," said Rick.
"Is it okay with you, Grizz?" asked Brandy. "I think it'll be all right. The more of us making calls, the sooner we can get through all these ads. It looks like she has been gathering them for a long time. Some of the dates on these papers go back over a year."
"Well," said Brandy, "let's go. You can
CHAPTER THREE
Back at the office, Brandy called the number for Adonis. "Tell me what you want," said a low, whispery male voice.
"Is this Adonis?" asked Brandy.
"That depends on you. I can be Adonis or anyone else you desire."
"I'd like you to be helpful. I need some information about...."
"We know all there is to know about secret desires and the way to satisfy them. There is nothing you can't ask for and receive."
"Well, that's good, because I need some answers about a girl named Virginia Jones. She may have called you."
"Look, lady," Adonis said, now with a slight menace in his tone. "We don't do information. We do sex. We do it real good, but that's all we do. How would you like it if someone called about you and we started talking about your ways of getting off?"
"Then you do know her?"
"I didn't say that. Besides, how the hell would I know if I know her or not? You think anyone who calls here uses their real name?"
"Look, I just need...."
"Forget it! The only needs I deal with are kinky ones ... so do us both a favor and don't call me again unless your pussy needs proddin'."
Brandy winced as the phone on the other end was slammed down. "I hope some of them are more cooperative than this one," she said. "On the other hand, I think Frank may like coming down on him."
"Frank?" asked Rick.
Grizz laughed. "Wait till you meet Frank. He makes me look small, especially when he's wearing his uniform."
"Uniform?"
"Frank is Brandy's personal rent-a-cop. He can get in officially/unofficially to places. People see the uniform and the badge and they just assume that he has the right to be there."
"Don't forget the gun," said Brandy. "He's got a nickel-plated .44 magnum that's really impressive."
"That's not the weapon he wants to impress you with," teased Grizz.
"Well, he just might get a chance," she answered. "If the time is right, why not? Anyway, I know he'd like to come down on someone like this Adonis, just on general principles. At least he'll find out if the jerk knows anything."
"Well, we have a lot to start with. Most of these others have answered and haven't been as rude as the dude you talked to," said Rick. "Shall we split up and start checking them out?"
"I think you and I should," said Grizz, "but I also think Brandy should reach Frank and take him to see the Adonis guy. He sounds like he could be trouble."
"I don't need a baby sitter," said Brandy, "but I'll do it anyway. Frank can lean a little." Grizz and Rick had been gone about an hour when Frank showed up. "Is that your second gun, or are you just glad to see me?" teased Brandy, noticing the bulge in Frank's pants.
"It's my secret weapon," he teased back. "I'm figuring on trying it out on you soon."
"Just wait a minute!" said a female voice. Frank was shoved out of the doorway where he had been standing. A short, stacked redhead with a pixie grin on her face winked at Brandy. "He promised me first dibs on this," she said, patting the front of his uniform pants. "I don't mind sharing, but an officer of the law has to keep his word."
Brandy leaned back in her chair and laughed. "I sure wouldn't want to make him do anything to break his word. Be my guest."
"Uh...." said Frank, " ... uh...."
"You already said that, Frank," said Brandy, still laughing. "Get on with it.
"This is Ruth. She's my new partner. Undercover."
"I'll buy the under-the-cover part, but you sure don't look like a cop," Brandy told Ruth.
"I haven't gotten him under the covers yet, but I'm working on it. In the meantime, I am working with the big lug. Hard to work with someone who has you horny all the time!"
"Don't I know it." Brandy was enjoying watching Frank's face, which had gone from pink to bright red. "I do know how to cure it," she said, coming around the desk to stand in front of them. "Come on in so we can close the door and I'll tell you all about it."
Brandy and Ruth each took one of Frank's arms and led him to the center of the room. "Wait a minute," he protested. "We're supposed to be working!"
"Oh, we are," said Brandy, trying to look innocent. "This is called on-the-job-training. I think I've had more experience than Ruth and I feel I ought to give her some pointers."
"Oh, please do," said Ruth, catching onto Brandy's joke. "I'd be ever so grateful!"
"Well, first you have to pat him down, like this." She began to run her hands up and down his body, brushing his hard-on in the process' and feeling him jump under her fingers."
"Oh," said Ruth. "I get it. Like this?" She ran her hands up and down the other side, also brushing over his swollen prick.
"This isn't fair!" yelled Frank. "Two against one! Besides, I'm on duty!"
"So are we, sweetie, so are we," purred Ruth. Brandy began to undo his gun belt and almost dropped it. Ruth caught the other side on its way down and they gently lowered it to the floor. "Now see what you did?" said Frank, bending over to try to pick it back up.
"Oh, no you don't," said Brandy. She moved quickly so that she was under him, looking up. "We have some unfinished business." She reached for the buckle on the belt holding up his pants. He raised up and brought her up with him. Over his weaker protests, she undid the buckle, then Ruth unsnapped the upper snap and lowered his zipper.
"Did you ever see a uniform stick out like this?" she asked Brandy in mock horror. "There has got to be a flaw here somewhere. They're supposed to lay flat."
"I think this needs some serious investigation," Brandy answered. "We can't have one of our finest out there on the street looking like this." She looked at Ruth and saw Ruth's hands on his waistband. She put her hands on the other side of it and nodded. Together they jerked downward and Frank was standing between the two of them with his pants around his ankles. "Now be a good boy and step out of these so you don't get them messed up," she said.
Frank leaned over again, but this time it was to untie his shoes and remove them. He was beyond any more protesting. Brandy and Ruth acted like a couple of college girls. They giggled as they reached for the waist of his boxers and pulled them down.
"Look, girls," he said.
"No," answered Brandy, "you look. I'm sure that Ruth has something for you to look at."
Brandy removed his tie. She saw his Adam's apple jerk, and looked over her shoulder at Ruth, who had begun a slow striptease. She smiled encouragement, then turned back to remove the rest of Frank's uniform.
"Do you like this, Frank?" asked Ruth as her blouse dropped to the floor, "or maybe this?" Her skirt followed, leaving her in heels, thigh high stockings, a g-string and a wispy piece of gauze that passed as a bra. She cupped her boobs in her hands and stepped closer to Frank, holding them as an offering. "Maybe you're not getting a good enough view," she said as she reached behind her and unhooked the bra. Her bare tits were exposed to Frank's gaze.
Brandy caught herself staring right along with Frank. Ruth was a nice compact package. every curve in place and good to look at, but what fascinated Brandy was Ruth's nipples. Her tits sat upright on her chest like halves of a cream colored cantaloupe, and topping each one was a nipple the size of Brandy's thumb!
Frank was obviously just as fascinated! Brandy looked down at his crotch and saw his boner bobbing up and down with excitement! She reached for it and ran her fingers up and down the proud protuberance, admiring the thickness of it. It was only average in length, but was a good two-and-a-half-inches thick!
Frank leaned toward Ruth and then bent over to take one of the luscious nipples between his lips. Brandy's hand went below his prick and cupped his balls. They filled her hand, with some left over. "You've been holding out on me, Frank," she said.
"What do you mean, you?" asked Ruth. "He's been holding out on me forever!"
Frank's reply was muffled as he tried to get as much of the tit surrounding the nipple he was sucking on into his mouth, but the energetic way he was going at it assured both girls they would soon be trying Frank on for size!
Ruth gently pulled the nipple from Frank's mouth and lay down on the thick carpet. "There are other places for you to suck," she told him.
Frank didn't need anymore urging. He followed Ruth to the floor and dove for her muff. Brandy knelt beside them and watched as Frank parted the red forest and found Ruth's love button. He licked his lips like a starving man who'd just had a steak put in front of him, then clamped his mouth around the upright nub.
"Oh ... that feels soooo good," cried Ruth. "Oh, Frank, your lips are the best in the world! And your tongue! Oh, God! Your tongue! What you're doing to me is ... ohhhh!"
Brandy was getting hotter just watching them. She also felt overdressed since they both had most of their clothes off. She stripped down to join the party. She looked at Ruth, writhing on the carpet, her fingers twisted in Frank's hair, urging him on. Then, impulsively, she leaned over and flicked her tongue over one of Ruth's tempting nipples.
"Suck it," Ruth said huskily. "Suck on it hard!"
Brandy took the rigid morsel between her lips and sucked gently. She had never done anything like this to another woman! But it was so nice. She knew how it felt when someone did it to her. It always gave her a lot of pleasure. But now she discovered that the person doing it also enjoyed it!
She flicked her tongue back and forth, then sucked harder, pulling the soft, but firm flesh around it into her mouth. Ruth's moans of pleasure told her she was doing it right. She could hear Frank slurping at Ruth's cunt and felt her own getting wetter with desire.
"Sit on my face," whispered Ruth between moans. "Let me eat you!"
Brandy thought at first she was talking to Frank, then realized that Ruth meant her! Ruth wanted to eat Brandy's bush! She paused, absorbing the thought, then her twitchy twat made up her mind for her. She released the nipple she was sucking on and swung around so that she could lower herself onto Ruth's waiting face. Ruth's mouth was open, waiting like a hungry baby bird.
Brandy almost laughed at the thought. After all, she was the one with the nest! Ruth's tongue came out, seeking Brandy's hot center. Brandy used her own hands to part her pussy lips and lowered her hot channel onto Ruth's waiting tongue. "Oh...." she moaned, no longer finding anything funny. "It feels so good!" Ruth's tongue reamed her hot box, then pulled back to go for her clit. The lust button was waiting for her and Brandy knew she wasn't far from exploding! Ruth knew exactly what to do and how to do it to make her feel like this!
She took her hands from her pussy and reached forward for Ruth's boobs. The soft pillows felt wonderful to her hands. She rubbed her palms lightly over the huge nipples, enjoying the tickling sensation. No wonder guys liked this so much! She had often played with her own body, but to feel the heat and response from another woman was a bigger turn-on than Brandy could ever have imagined.
Ruth's tongue gained speed. Brandy noticed that Frank's tongue was beating a staccato rhythm on Ruth's clit that matched the one Ruth was giving her! She couldn't keep her hips still as she tried to get closer to Ruth's mouth and urge her to lick even faster.
Suddenly, Ruth stopped licking and Brandy felt the explosions of hot air as Ruth cried out in her climax. She saw Ruth's hips leave the floor and grind into Frank's face, reaching for the peak. Frank lapped at Ruth's pussy like a thirsty dog at a water dish until Ruth finally relaxed.
She didn't relax for long. Brandy felt her lips and tongue once more going to work on her hungry honey pot. "Go for it!" said Frank, who had sat back to watch the show. "Lick that pussy! Bring her off! She's almost there!"
And she was! When Ruth had paused during her own climax, it seemed to intensify the feeling that Brandy had. Her whole center seemed to ache for release. She felt like a dam that was holding back a flood-a flood bigger than it was designed for.
The pressure built as Ruth's educated tongue did all the things Brandy could want, bringing her to the edge, backing off, bringing her up again, teasing, taunting her, until Brandy couldn't stand it another second! She pushed her clit into Ruth's mouth and screamed, "Yes! Yes! OH....Yesssss!"
The hot cunt juice spurted from her as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her and out her pussy into Ruth's waiting mouth! Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, yet not long enough! She finally swung her leg around Ruth's head and sunk down next to her. "That was fucking incredible!" she said. "I never thought I...."
"You never thought you'd be turned on by another woman?" asked Ruth.
"Right. It was great ... I just don't know how to think right now."
"You don't think. You just feel. There's nothing for either of us that will ever replace a good stiff prick, but we just added to our own sexuality. After all, who knows a woman's body better than another woman? We know what feels good to us, so we can share it."
"This is all well and good," said Frank, "but, as you said, it'll never replace a stiff prick ... and speaking of that, do you think one of you could take care of this one?"
Both women looked at Frank. His generous cock was waving at both of them. Its head was
CHAPTER FOUR
Ruth took Frank's prick into her mouth. Frank groaned his pleasure. He slowly dropped to his knees, then rolled over onto his back, his cock never leaving Ruth's lips. Brandy watched as Ruth tried to get as much of the thick sausage into her mouth as possible. It was so thick, Ruth's lips were stretched to the max.
Ruth was on her knees between Frank's legs. Brandy could see the long nipples grazing the insides of his thighs and reached out to fondle one. Ruth glanced her way. There was no way she could smile with her mouth that full, but there was an invitation in her eyes.
Brandy positioned herself behind Ruth and placed her hands on the warm globes of her bare ass. The skin was so smooth! Ruth spread her legs farther apart and Brandy could see the pink lips of her sex peeking between the red cunt curls. Her fingers followed her gaze and felt the heat of Ruth's lust radiating from the secret center.
She dipped two fingers into the honey pot, then withdrew them and brought them to her own lips. She tasted Ruth's rich, earthy, womanly flavor. The odor of sex was a heady one, making Brandy hornier than before!
She had to taste it from the source! She needed to give back what Ruth had given her, and try out what she had just been taught! She turned and lay down under Ruth, the luscious hole just a couple of inches from her face. Her head was sandwiched between Ruth's thighs. She reached to feel the silky smoothness of them and then felt the contrast of Frank's hard and hairy legs outside of those. Ruth lowered herself as much as possible toward Brandy's mouth. Brandy only had to lift herself slightly to bury her nose in Ruth's wiry bush. The pungent smell of sex surrounded her. She flicked her tongue out and touched the swollen folds of Ruth's pussy.
The sticky warm juice coated her tongue. She brought it back into her mouth and let it roll over the inside, savoring the flavor like a fine wine. She parted the folds with her fingers and studied Ruth's open womanhood. She had never seen another woman like this. She noticed that, like her nipples, Ruth's clit was longer than her own.
Brandy's tongue flicked out, barely touching the very tip of the swollen button. Ruth jerked over her and Brandy felt the same response as when she licked the head of a prick! Ruth's pussy wiggled down closer to Brandy's face.
Brandy licked again, this time with a little more force. Then she twirled her tongue around it, as well as over it. She could hear Ruth groaning with pleasure, even though her mouth was full of Frank's dick.
"Whatever you're doing, keep it up!" yelled Frank. "When Ruth makes those noises in the back of her throat, it vibrates and wow!"
Brandy decided to explore a little more. She licked down the slick channel between Ruth's lips and found the hot box she was hunting. Tentatively at first, she examined just the entrance, noticing how hot and wet it was, and how sweet! Ruth's pussy tasted so good! Ruth managed to lower herself quickly and impaled her open cunt on Brandy's tongue!
Brandy knew what to do! She did what she would want done to her! She began to rapidly move her tongue in and out, burying it as far as possible in Ruth's velvet recesses, then pulling it out only to plunge again.
She could see and feel the movement above her and knew that Ruth was gobbling up and down on Frank's dick with the same rhythm. She felt Ruth's pussy lips swelling even more as her lust gathered and headed for her center. Brandy left the honey pot and went back to Ruth's clit, which she clamped between her lips and began to seriously suck!
Ruth bobbed up and down furiously on Frank's cock as her cunt wiggled and twitched against Brandy's super sucker. Brandy reached around and grabbed Ruth's ass cheeks to pull her even closer. Her lips were clamped to their prize and her nose was buried in the fiery curls. She knew it would be soon! She knew Ruth was ready! Just a little more and....
"UUUUU!" came the strangled noise from Ruth. It was all she could manage with her mouth stuffed full of cock! Her clit seemed to try to jump down Brandy's throat! Brandy gave a few more hard sucks on it, then released it so she could drink the heady fuck juice coming from Ruth's pussy. Ruth kept cumming and cumming! Brandy licked and drank, but some of it escaped her and ran across her face.
She finally heard Ruth sigh and felt her relax. She wiggled out from under her. Ruth still had Frank in her mouth, but was not moving. Finally, she raised up, his cock popping out from between her lips, standing there in all its hard glory.
"Hey," said Frank, "you're not gonna quit now, are you?"
"Not hardly," Ruth smiled at him. "I'm going to collect what you've been keeping from me. I want this hard hunk of meat where it can do me some good!" She stood up and moved forward so that she had a foot planted on each side of him. Grinning, she slowly lowered herself until the tip of his rock-hard dick was bumping the folds of her pussy.
Frank reached out for her. "Just hold it," she said. "I've been waiting a long time for this and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!"
She reached between her legs and grabbed his prong. She rubbed it back and forth on her slick pussy lips. "You like this?" she asked. "You want some of this pussy?"
"Yes! For crying out loud, yes!"
"Well, you sure seem eager now, don't you? You've put me off with promises for so long, I'm just not sure if you really, really want this or not!"
"I do! I've wanted you since I met you!" he gasped, trying to raise himself up to meet her.
"Naughty, naughty," she answered, pulling back just far enough so he couldn't enter her. "What do you think, Brandy? Do you think he really wants me, or is he just playing another game of hard to get?"
"I really don't know," said Brandy, getting into the game. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his stiff cock. "The hard part is right. It's hard enough to crack walnuts!"
"You hold him steady, and I'll give him a little test," said Ruth. She lowered herself so that the purple head of his hot poker entered the channel of delight. He strained upward again, but Brandy's hands kept him from gaining further entrance.
"This isn't fair!" he yelled. "Two against one! You said you wanted it, too ... both of you!"
"Well," said Brandy, "the two of us have you. This is how we treat a pussy-tease!"
"I'm sorry! I wanted you! Both of you! I just had to wait for the right time! Please!"
Brandy felt Frank's prong pulsate beneath her fingers. The same fingers that were keeping him from his pussy prize were being pushed against Ruth's hot quim. She wondered how any part of a human could run a temperature that high and be normal! Then her own pussy tingled in response and she knew the answer! It was called 'being in heat."
She let her fingers slip down a bit so that Frank gained another inch inside Ruth. She snaked one finger up, wondering how Ruth could take something that big around. She did, but there was no room for anything else! Brandy not only couldn't get a finger in beside Frank's cock, she doubted if he could have gotten it in there if his skin had been any thicker!
Frank groaned and strained against her hands, wanting to go the length. "Easy, boy," she told him. "We're going to make sure we get all that we can out of you." She let him go another inch, then slowly, as Ruth wiggled her hips, settling herself lower, she let more and more of him pass through her hands into the waiting depths.
She heard Ruth's breathing quicken as she neared the bottom of the pole. Brandy eased first one hand and then the other from around Frank's joy joint, and sat back to watch. Her own pussy was salivating with hunger for a hard prick, but Brandy was willing to wait. At least for that. But she knew she had to relieve herself. Her fingers went to her clit as she watched the two in front of her.
Ruth was settled all the way onto Frank's lust muscle. Brandy wondered again how she had managed to get it all in! Then Ruth began to raise herself up so she could come down again and begin some serious fucking!
"Oh, that's it, Ruthie, baby! I love it! I never knew it'd be so good with you!"
"I know, Frank," Ruth almost whispered, no longer teasing. "It does feel good. Sooo good! Why did we wait so long?"
Frank's hands went to Ruth's ass and pulled her forward slightly, then he got a good grasp on her white globes and helped her rise and fall on his greased pole. Both of them were lost in the sensations they were feeling. Brandy didn't feel left out. As she dipped her fingers into her cunt and pulled them out again to run the channel up to her clit, she was just glad to be watching.
It wasn't like the porno movies at all. They had never made her hot. But this was real! These were real people, not actors fucking for the money. Brandy took in everything around her. The odor of their combined sex was like a perfume to her. She saw tiny beads of sweat between Ruth's tits and impulsively reached over and licked them off. The salty taste of Ruth's skin mingled with the other flavors of the day.
Her fingers busily worked at her clit and her cunt. They picked up the rhythm of the copulating couple. Her breathing matched theirs until all three were panting. She watched as Ruth bounced up and down on Frank's schlong, so slippery with Ruth's lust juice it actually made a squishing sound every time Ruth came down!
"Oh, Ruthie!" gasped Frank. "I can't hold back much longer, babe! I'm gonna fill that beautiful pussy!"
"Fill me, Frank! Fill my cunt with your cum! I want it! I want it all! Give it to me!" yelled Ruth as she bounced as hard and fast as she could.
Brandy's fingers worked furiously as she watched the duo in front of her! She wanted to cum with them! She needed to be part of this joining!
"I'm cumming, Ruth! Brace ... your ... selfff!" Frank's face tightened up almost like he was in pain as his back arched and he pushed himself into Ruth as she gave one final bounce and ground her hips into him, driving her cunt down hard around his tool.
Brandy felt her own center gather and then explode. She heard her own moans of release mixing with Ruth's as she felt her pussy contracting on her fingers.
"Wow!" said Frank as Ruth eased off of him and lay down beside him. "That doesn't cover it, but wow anyway. You're incredible," he said to Ruth.
"Hey!" said Brandy, pretending to pout, "I helped, too."
Frank turned his head to her. "You sure did, darlin'. I had often wondered about each one of you, but I never dreamed that I would actually have either of you, let alone both!"
"Well, you really haven't had me, yet," grinned Brandy. "I was a good girl and waited nicely for my turn. I don't know what you mean about not thinking you'd ever have one of us. Shit! I've been telling you since we first met that I wanted your body!"
"Me, too," said Ruth. "Did you think we were kidding?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Both of you are so beautiful and could have any guy you want, I just thought I'd never have a chance."
"Do you believe this guy?" Ruth asked Brandy.
Brandy laughed. "I sure don't. I have fun when I fuck, but I never kid about getting laid. I sure wouldn't lead someone on that I didn't want to follow through. Speaking of which ... I haven't had my turn. How was he?"
"Absolutely fucking fabulous!" answered Ruth, rolling her eyes upward like she was going to swoon. "You are going to have the most incredible...."
"Hey, guys," said Grizz, coming through the door. "Looks like y'all are doing research for an orgy or something. We do have work to do, you know."
Frank quickly grabbed at any and all the clothes he could find. The two women looked at each other and grinned. "You sure know how to break up a party," Brandy told Grizz. "I didn't even get to my part, yet."
"I'll bet," he answered. "Knowing you, I'm sure you improvised something. In the meantime, we have a couple of leads. Looks like it's back to the salt mines for a while. Frank, are you going to help? Things could get a little rough. Maybe you should take your little redhead there home before we get going."
Ruth, still naked, walked up to Grizz. Her nipples poked him in the belly, not too far above his belly button. "I think you might want me around. I do have a couple tricks that might come in handy."
"Oh, really? Like what, besides giving someone a hard-on."
"Like this," she said sweetly, then grabbed his wrist, twirled, and Grizz was flat on his back and looking up at her with amazement.
"Uh, Grizz?" said Frank, "I don't think you've met my partner, Ruth. She has a black belt. She also has a gun."
"She also has a body that won't quit," said Grizz, still slightly dazed. "We'll be glad for the extra help, if you'll excuse my previous assumption," Grizz said to Ruth.
"No problem, big boy. In fact, I think we might get along really well together," she answered, giving him a hand up. "I look forward to working with you."
Grizz looked down at her. "I hope it is not going to be all work." '
"Uh oh," said Brandy. "I think you'd better get away from him, Ruth. At least for now. If that bulge in his pants keeps growing, he'll have to turn it loose and we'll be here for the rest of the day!"
Grizz looked down at the front of his jeans as if he didn't know what was there. "Down, boy!" he said to the bulge. "Down, I tell you!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"What about those leads you were talking about?" asked Brandy. "Did you find anyone who knew her?"
"No one who would admit it outright. But a couple of them I could tell have seen her. They weren't able to cover up their expressions fast enough."
"What do you think they're hiding?"
"I'm not sure, but I get the feeling they are trying to protect her. That would be all right, but they also seem to be a little nervous about something, too. It just doesn't make sense."
"Something or someone. We still haven't been to see Adonis." Brandy grinned. "We were on our way and something came up."
Grizz smiled back. "Knowing you and meeting Ruth, I can imagine what it was that came up. It was attached to Frank, wasn't it?"
"You know we couldn't do any serious sleuthing with him in that condition!"
"With the two of you around, any man would stay in that condition! Look at him if you don't believe me."
Brandy turned and saw Ruth plastered to the front of Frank, rubbing tightly against him. "Hey! We have work to do, and besides, it's my turn!"
"Don't worry," said Ruth. "I know it's your turn. I was just getting him warmed up for you. You know. Returning the favor. I don't think I'd ever have gotten him to fuck me if it hadn't been for you."
"By the way, where's Rick?" asked Brandy. "He said he had some errands to run and will catch up later. I think he had some skirt-chasing to do."
The four of them left the office and went to the address they had gotten for Adonis. "You two wait here," Brandy told Ruth and Frank. "Grizz and I will see what we can find out."
The door opened a crack when they rang the bell. An eye peered out at them and a small female voice asked their business.
"We're selling fucking cosmetics, what do you think?" asked Grizz. "Do people come to Adonis for anything else?"
The door opened wider and they could see the owner of the voice. She was a petite Oriental covered in a gauze-like gown that concealed none of her attributes. "Do come in," she said. "We are very happy to have you as our guests. Will you be playing as a couple, or do you want to sample separate joys?"
"Separate," said Grizz, "if you'll be my joy." Brandy nudged him in the ribs. "Actually, we aren't sure just what part of the menu we want to sample. I talked to Mr. Adonis on the phone and he seemed eager to help us. Maybe we could talk to him and then we'll know more."
"One moment please," said the little doll bowing to them. "I will see if he is available. He is in great demand."
"What do you think?" asked Brandy in a low voice, looking all around the entrance hall. "Sex must pay pretty good. Those paintings on the wall aren't copies. And the rug your big feet are standing on is a real Oriental. This place is really plushed out."
"Must cater to some high rollers," said Grizz. "Maybe he is legit, and just tries to cover his clients. I know a lot of public people who wouldn't want any of their little habits coming to light."
"Adonis will see you now, if you will please follow me," said the Oriental. "My name is Sun Lee. If you have need of me in the future, please let me know."
"Oh, I think I could find a need real quick," answered Grizz. "Maybe later we can ... "
"Come on," hissed Brandy. "You can play later."
"That's what you always say. And don't do the 'Weldon' thing, Okay?"
"Good afternoon," said the man rising from behind a huge mahogany desk. "How might I be of service?"
Good grief, thought Brandy. He does look like Adonis. Big, blond and built! Her pussy began sending messages to her brain. This guy would be really good. Back off, she mentally told her cunt. Like she told Grizz, maybe later.
"We're here on business, actually, Mr. Adonis."
"Just Adonis. And I recognize the voice. I thought I told you on the phone...."
"I know what you told me," said Brandy. "I just want you to look at a picture and tell me if you know this girl. It could be very important. I assure you that anything you say will be confidential." Brandy slid the photo of Virginia across the desk to him as Grizz tried out one of the visitor's chairs.
He glanced down at it, eased back in his executive chair with his hands behind his head, and smirked at them. "I don't know the girl except what I read in the social section of the papers, but even if I did, what makes you think I'd help you?"
"Well, for starters, I thought you might have a little compassion for a couple of parents who are very worried."
He threw his head back and laughed.
"Compassion? For the great Jones family and their empire. Nah, I don't think so."
"Well, then, how about this? If you know and don't tell, we'll close you down and bring down every client you ever had."
"What? What the hell are you trying to pull? Get out of here."
"We intend to. You see, we have a friend waiting outside. In fact, a couple of them. They are vice and have been working on a case against you for some time. Now, a word from us and they will come down on you hard and heavy."
Adonis came up out of his chair and around the desk. "Are you threatening me?"
"Not at all," said Brandy sweetly. "I don't threaten. He threatens," pointing over her shoulder at Grizz. He also had stood up and Adonis backed off. "Why don't you look out the side window. My friends are waiting for a sign from me."
Adonis did and saw Frank in his uniform leaning against the door of the car. Ruth was sitting inside, but even without a uniform, Adonis could tell she was a cop.
"Okay. So what's the deal? I run a clean business here. No one gets hurt and everyone gets pleasured the way they want."
"I don't care what you do. All I care about is finding this girl. I think you know more than you're telling me."
"Lady," Adonis said, smiling down at her, "I can honestly tell you that this girl has never worked for me, nor has she ever been in this establishment. That's all I can tell you."
"If we find out you're lying, we'll be back," Brandy promised him. She grabbed Grizz by the arm and led him from the office.
As they headed toward the exit, a door opened into the hall. "Wanna party, big boy?" The tall Nordic-looking blonde winked at Grizz. "We could put on a how-to show for your girlfriend, or better yet, we could make it a threesome."
Grizz had stopped and then taken a couple of steps toward the door. It opened a little wider and it was obvious that the smile she had plastered on her face was the only thing she was wearing. "Wipe the drool off your beard," Brandy told him. "You can come back and play later if you want to. Right now, we have work to do."
Grizz walked backward to the door, his eyes on the blonde, who was waving at him. "You sure know how to hurt a guy," he told Brandy. "I might have gotten some information from her. After all, didn't you say that making friends was a good thing?"
"Yes, I did. And I want you to have all the little or big friends that you want, but I doubt she could help. Adonis said he had never seen the girl in his place, and the way he said it, I believe him. I just wonder what the smirk was for. There's something he didn't tell us. We have to find out what."
They got into the car with Ruth and Frank. "Where to?" asked Frank. "Someplace where there's a bed, I hope," he said, grinning at Ruth.
"If you two can get the time off, let's go to my place. We can relax there and see if we can brainstorm some answers," replied Brandy. "And, yes, there is a bed ... a couple of them, in fact. No waiting in line!"
Brandy's house was furnished in gold and white. It set off her blonde good looks to perfection. The four of them entered together. "I guess you'll want to see the playrooms first," said Brandy smiling. "Right through here."
The master bedroom had lush white carpeting and the king-sized bed was covered with a white velvet spread. "Wow!" said Ruth. "I should have gone into the PI business! Cop pay will never get me anything like this!"
"I do all right," said Brandy, "and a trust left from my grandparents helps. Well, more than helps. I don't have to work at all for the money. I just need something to do and I like helping people."
"You can help me anytime you want!" answered Ruth. "I could get used to this in a hurry."
"This is just the beginning," said Grizz. "She hasn't shown you the rest of it yet. Look in here," he said, opening another door. It was the master bath, complete with jacuzzi. "And still more," he added. He opened another door that led to a stairway. They followed him to another door at the top, which led out onto the rooftop. It was surrounded by a high privacy fence and in the center was a huge hot tub.
"Last one in doesn't get fucked!" yelled Brandy as she started tearing off her clothes.
There was a flurry of clothes flying as they all tried to be first into the tub. Ruth and Frank tied for last place. "Does this mean we both don't get fucked?" asked Ruth. "We could just fuck each other."
Brandy laughed. "Just wait. I still haven't had my turn! I've been wanting to sample that thick salami ever since I saw it! I think I've shown great restraint up till now!"
"She sure has," said Grizz. "I've known her to take what she wants in the middle of Main Street, under the traffic light in broad daylight!"
"Don't believe him," said Brandy. "It isn't true. Well, at least the part about the daylight." She reached under the water and felt for Frank's cock. It wasn't difficult to find! It was standing at full staff, wanting action!
"My, how eager your are," teased Brandy.
"Was he this eager with you?" she asked Ruth.
"It's been so long ago, I've forgotten. I guess I'll have to try him again so that I can remember. After you, of course."
"Of course," said Brandy. "In the meantime, I think you can find something to keep you occupied." She pointed at Grizz.
"I'm not some thing," said Grizz, "but I sure think I can keep Ruth occupied and her mind off whatever you're doing. Then again, if you two keep up the snide remarks, Frank and I might decide not to play. That should teach you a lesson. What do you say, Frank? Read any good books lately?"
Frank grinned. "Yep. Saw a few good movies, too. Say, did you see the game Sunday? How 'bout them Cowboys?"
Brandy looked at Ruth, who nodded at her. They both ducked their heads under the water, going down on the men's stiff pricks. Brandy teased around the head of Frank's cock, amazed again at the girth of it. She opened her mouth and began the descent. By the time she had the whole head, her lips were stretched to the max.
Her pussy twitched. It seemed to recognize what she had in her mouth and was more than willing to stretch its lips over the hefty pleasure pole! The hot water would have been soothing any other time, but compared to the heat of her lust, it felt barely warm!
She and Ruth surfaced at the same time to catch their breath.
"I guess it's a draw," said Grizz, trying to act unconcerned.
"What do you mean?" asked Ruth. "What did you draw?"
"Oh, we had a little bet going," said Frank. "We were betting on which one of you could hold her breath the longest."
"What happened to the sports discussion?" asked Brandy.
"We decided to talk about golf. Seems appropriate," answered Grizz.
"Huh?"
"You know," said Frank. "A hole in one is the best you can get, and here we are with a hole in each one!"
"Very funny," said Brandy, splashing him. "If I hadn't been waiting so long, and wasn't so horny, I think I'd let you wonder about that hole. You two get too sure of yourselves at times."
"Really," agreed Ruth. "You think all we have on our minds is lying down and spreading our legs. Well, that's not true!"
"Certainly not!" said Brandy. "We also think about being on top, or in front, doggie-style ... lots of other things!"
Frank wiggled his eyebrows at Brandy. "I'd like to explore all of the above with you whenever you have the time."
"Well, come on, hot stuff. Let's see what this fine weapon you have can do to a poor defenseless girl," said Brandy, pulling gently on his cock.
"Hey," said Ruth, pulling on Grizz's, "I never thought about how these could be used to lead them around!"
Brandy winked at her. "You know the old saying-when you got them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow."
"Yeah, and all the rest of us, too," said Frank. "We'll follow you anywhere, but I hope you're heading to a bed. I'm getting ready for some real action!"
Brandy led the way back to her bedroom. It seemed natural for the four of them to use the same bed. They were all close friends, and certainly had nothing to hide.
"Did any of you ever go to a fair when you were younger?" asked Brandy.
"Sure," answered Frank. "Why?"
"Well," she said, turning to grin at Ruth, "I thought maybe we could bring back part of the good old days. One part in particular."
"What's that?" asked Grizz.
"A pie-eating contest!" yelled Brandy. She grabbed Ruth by the hand and pulled her to the bed. They both jumped on and spread their legs.
"This is great!" said Ruth.
"Yeah," said Frank. "I like the idea, but if it's a contest, there has to be a prize. So what does the winner get?" .
"Anything he wants!" Brandy and Ruth yelled together.
"And, just to be fair," added Brandy, "the loser gets the same thing. Only he gets second choice."
"You're on!" yelled Grizz, diving for Ruth's muff.
"If you're waiting for me, here I come!" Frank said on his way down to Brandy's blonde bush.
Frank's tongue was thick like his cock. It dove into Brandy's hole like a bear after honey, reaching to get every drop it could get. He was good. Very good! Why did I wait so long, she thought.
"Oh, Grizz," sighed Ruth. "You give a moustache ride like I've never had! Oh, yes, baby, lick me! Lick me good!"
"Suck my clit," Brandy told Frank. "Suck it! Lick it! Let me know how much you like my pussy!"
Frank's hands rubbed the satin skin of her belly, then reached higher, trying to cup one of her boobs in each hand. He gently kneaded the firm flesh, then opened his hands and rubbed his palms across the hard nipples. He seemed to provide an electrical link between her clit and the rigid knobs. Brandy felt a current travel through her body, building a charge that was centered in her wet pussy.
"Oh, yes, Frank. Right there ... oh, it feels so good!"
"Go for it, Grizz," yelled Ruth. "We can do it! We can win! Oh, please! Make me cum! Make me cum!"
Brandy glanced over and saw that Grizz, too, had gotten his hands full of tit. She smiled, knowing how good he was making Ruth feel! Frank was making her feel good, too. Terrific, in fact! They were both good-just different. I'm sure glad I don't ever have to chose between them, thought Brandy. I'd never be able to!
Both men were lapping at their respective hair pies like their lives depended on it. The slurping noises sounded like old toothless men eating soup. They both increased their action. They both wanted to win! Frank stopped kneading one of Brandy's tits, and brought his hand down so that he could insert a finger in her twat. He began to finger-fuck her furiously as he continued licking her clit. "Oh, yes!" yelled Brandy. "Yes! Yes! Yessss!"
Grizz must've glanced at his competitor when Brandy yelled, because he too began
CHAPTER SIX
"Damn!" exclaimed Brandy when she heard the doorbell ring. "I wonder who in the hell is interrupting our research."
"Well," said Rick when she opened the door to him, "you guys sure know how to disappear! You could've left me a note or something."
"We had other things on our minds besides notes," said Brandy.
"So I see," he answered as his eyes caressed her naked body. "Anything I might want to know about?"
Brandy led him to the bedroom. "Look who I found."
"You're kind of overdressed for this party," Grizz told him.
"I take it that being dressed at all is overdressed," he replied. "I don't like to be the odd man out. If you can't beat them, join them." He quickly stripped out of his clothes. "Now, where were you all so that I can catch up?"
"Don't worry," said Frank. You only missed the appetizers. The main course is yet to come--no pun intended. I think we'll have to draw straws, though, since we are no longer an even number."
"No way," said Brandy. "I've been put off by you long enough," she told Frank. "I've been promised that thick prick of yours and I intend to have it! Maybe Grizz will let you have a turn with Ruth."
"I don't need a turn," Rick said to Brandy. "How about we make a sandwich?"
"A what?"
Rick pointed to his bobbing boner. "Remember what he taught you? Well, I can be half the sandwich, Frank the other half, and you, my dear, the delicious filling!"
Brandy's cunt tightened and she shivered with anticipation. The cheeks of her ass clenched, then relaxed. It was a new idea to her and her body, and she loved it! Then she looked at the thickness of Frank's cock and the size of Rick's and she hesitated.
Rick saw the doubt in her eyes. "Come on. Try it. You know we'll stop any time you want us to." x
"That's right," agreed Frank. "I've never done anything like this. Sounds really, kinky and wild-my favorite things."
"Go for it, Brandy," added Ruth.
"Yeah," said Grizz. "We can all get inspired."
Brandy's natural lust took over. She lay down on the bed on her left side. Frank faced her and his thick hard dick slowly pushed into her ready pussy, stretching it farther than ever before.
Rick eased up behind her. "Relax," he said. "Remember? You have to relax to let me in." He kissed the sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder. He seemed to know everything that could or would turn her on!
Brandy not only relaxed, she felt like she had turned to jelly! With Frank buried inside her cunt, she tried to move back as much as possible to let Rick in. "Frank," said Rick, "this might be easier if you let me in first."
Frank eased out and Brandy pushed her ass closer to Rick. Her ass wiggled against his hardness, wanting him to fill it. Brandy felt the tip of his cock go between her legs and get lubricated, then slide back to her brownie. Rick gently pushed at her back door and she opened for him. He slid slowly into the tight channel. "Oh, wow!" said Brandy. "That feels soooo good!"
"Frank," directed Rick, "ease in from your side."
Frank's pecker rubbed Brandy's clit, then found the entrance to her throbbing cunt. Brandy raised her leg to make it easier for him. She already felt so full! How was she going to take this? How could Frank's fat prick fit?
There was no way!
"Easy, Brandy," whispered Rick against her ear. "Trust me. Relax and enjoy. You'll love it!"
She tried to relax, but it was difficult. Frank pushed against the entrance to her channel. It was so slick with cum, there was no resistance. He pushed a little harder and the head was inside of her! She felt like she was spread wide-open. But it didn't hurt. It just felt full! Full like she had never experienced!
Rick pulled back slightly and Frank pushed in. They were both inside of her! Both men pushed forward and their cocks were as far inside of her as they could go! She could feel both of them, filling her body until she thought she would burst!
Rick pulled back again as Frank pushed in. Then Rick pushed forward and Frank backed off. Brandy caught the rhythm and backed to meet Rick on one stroke, then pushed to meet Frank on the other. It was like being on both ends of a double dildo! An enormous dildo!
Her tits were crushed against Frank's chest. She raised her head slightly and his lips met hers, his tongue pushed between her lips and he explored her mouth as thoroughly as his cock was exploring her pussy. Rick kept kissing her neck and plunging his tongue into her ear.
Brandy rocked back and forth between the men, sliding from one hard prick to the other.
The muscles in her cunt and in her ass clenched hard on the love muscles that were giving her so much pleasure.
Her entire body felt like molten lava and she knew that her personal volcano was going to erupt! She could feel the two cocks pulsating in their eagerness to fire! Her hips moved back and forth, wanting as much as she could get! Wanting to feel both men cum inside her! Wanting the biggest orgasm she had ever had!
"Are you ready, Frank?" she heard Rick ask.
He gasped as he removed his lips from hers. "Oh ... yeah ... I'm just about to...."
"Me, too. Come on, Brandy. Come on, baby! Let's all do it ... do ... it ... together....NOWWW!" He rammed his cock up her ass as it exploded, spurting hot jism into her. Frank rammed from the front, yelling like a banshee as his wad shot in her pussy. Brandy gasped as her orgasm hit. She didn't know if she yelled or not! Stars exploded in front of her eyes and she thought she was going to pass out from the sensation of the three of them cumming together!
She had never had anything like this! Never! It was the best! She almost forgot her two partners, she was so far out in her own floating climax. But as she came back down, gently falling into reality, all she could do was sigh contentedly. "You guys were really great!" she said. "I never knew anything could be like this!"
"Me neither," said Frank. "Where'd you learn this trick, Rick, ol' buddy?"
"You learn at lot from Hung Hoffer," he answered as he eased out of Brandy. "Just hang around over there for a while and you pick up all sorts of ideas!"
"Hung Hoffer? The publisher of Pet Me magazine?"
"One and the same. That mansion of his is something else!"
"Wait a minute," said Frank. "You actually know this guy? You hang around with him and all those models who pose nude for his rag?"
"Sure. Lots more fun than hanging around the folks' place, that's for sure."
"Hey, Grizz, did you hear that?" asked Frank. "Grizz? Grizz? Ruth? Where...?" They heard noises coming from beside the bed. The three untangled themselves and looked. Grizz was very busy fucking the feisty redhead.
"Isn't that cute?" asked Brandy. "Their hair almost matches. Especially on their privates."
"Don't nothin' look too private to me," said Frank. "Not much gratitude, either."
"Gratitude?" asked Brandy.
"Yeah, gratitude. They were supposed to be watching us to learn how to build a sandwich. And look at them. Do they look like they are paying attention to us?"
"We ... did...." said Grizz, each word spoken on a down stroke. "We ... just ... couldn't ... watch ... any ... more....ohhhhh....I'm ready! Ruth, I'm cuuummming!"
Ruth's answering yowl and the way she clenched her legs as far around Grizz as she could, pulling him into her, let the world know that she was matching him tremor for tremor.
Grizz let out a long sigh as he rolled off Ruth. "You guys put on a good show," he said grinning up at them. "At least, the part we saw. We might even try that sometime."
"Anytime you're ready, big boy," purred Ruth, running her hands over his chest. "Anytime at all."
"This has been real fun," said Brandy, "but we are supposed to be working. Any good ideas on your sister?" she asked Rick. "Have you contacted any of her friends?"
"I made a couple of calls and I suggest we go over to Hung's place. He had been interested in Ginny for a layout. Some of his models are friends of hers. Not that Mom and Dad would ever allow her to do it, but just the same, they may know something."
"Wow!" said Grizz. "Hung Hoffer! All those friendly women! When can we get going?"
"Don't tell me you haven't had enough," said Brandy. "You are going to wear yourself out--at least part of you! Don't you ever worry about wearing that schlong of yours out?"
"Nope," grinned Grizz. "I just worry about keeping it in shape. The more I use it, the more I can use it. Lead me on!"
They all went in Rick's car. He knew he would not be questioned at the gate like his friends would be. They were impressed when they were waved straight through. "They really know you here," said Brandy. "This isn't just a once in a while thing, is it?"
"No," answered Rick. "I come here a lot. I know everyone is impressed with the girls, and I do like them-lots-but it's more than that. I really like Hung. I feel at home here, something I never feel when I'm with my parents."
"Did Ginny ever come here?" asked Brandy. "Well, yeah, she did. But you have to promise not to tell the folks. They'd have a collective heart attack! She'd come here to get away from things. No one bothered her here. They all know who she is and respected the fact that she had an image to protect. And you have to admit, it's the last place anyone would look for her."
Rick stopped the car and a valet came to park it. "Why don't you go around to the back? That's where everyone gathers around the outside pool. I'm going in to see Hung. I'll ask if he's heard from Ginny."
Brandy led the others around to where Rick had gestured. When they rounded the corner, Grizz and Frank both let out long low whistles. "Would you look at them!" exclaimed Grizz. "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
"Ain't that the truth?" said Frank. "Have you ever seen so many gorgeous women in one place before?"
There were models everywhere. In the pool, beside the pool, draped on lounge chairs and snacking at the refreshment tables. The guys headed for the food. "Let's act like we belong here," Grizz said to Frank. "If you don't stop drooling, they'll catch on to us and we'll never get anywhere with any of them."
"Me? Drooling? What about that shit-eating grin plastered on your face? You look like you want them for lunch."
"Let me tell you the truth. I'd eat every one of them and do them twice for dessert."
"You got a point, good buddy. Let's see what we can get offered."
Brandy smiled at them as they walked off expectantly. She had to admit, there were some gorgeous women here. Even with her own fantastic looks, she could feel intimidated in a hurry!
"Drink, Miss?" asked a passing butler. Brandy accepted a crystal glass of champagne. As she sipped, she noted the quality. Not that she expected anything else. Everything here was first class. Ruth turned down the champagne and headed for a table of soft drinks.
"Hi!" said one of the girls. "Do you want to swim?"
"I'm not dressed for it," smiled Brandy.
"Oh, that's no problem," she answered as she came toward Brandy. "Come on and I'll show you where the suits are. Not that you really need one. We all are so used to posing nude, that it just seems nice to wear something. By the way, I'm Bambi."
"I'm Brandy. Sounds like a comedy team--Bambi and Brandy."
Bambi laughed. "We could probably pull it off. I'm sure you've heard all the dumb blonde jokes. They think all we consist of are tits and ass. We'd make a good shoot together, though. Are you scheduled yet?"
"Scheduled for what?" asked Brandy as she followed Bambi into a cabana not too far from the pool.
"For your shoot? Do you know what month you'll be?"
"Month? Oh! No. I'm not here to be in the magazine."
Bambi grabbed a whisp of black from a long rack of bikinis and handed it to her. "This ought to fit. What do you mean? You have to be
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brandy felt awkward, like she did at the Doctor's office, when she went for an exam, but she dutifully bent her knees and spread her legs apart. She felt Bambi place a warm wet towel over her mound. "Feel good?" asked Bambi.
"Mmmmm," sighed Brandy. It did feel good. She heard a mixing noise and turned her head to look at Bambi. She had an old fashioned shaving mug in one hand and a brush in the other, whipping the shaving soap into a thick lather.
"Just relax," instructed Bambi. Brandy felt the towel being removed from between her legs, then the soft brush filled with lather stroking all around her pussy.
Bambi's touch with the soft bristles felt like delicate feathers against her tender flesh. Brandy felt her body responding as her pussy clenched in anticipation.
"I saw that!" laughed Bambi.
"Saw what?"
"Saw your twat purse its lips-right here!" she said, and pushed the soapy brush against the soft folds.
Brandy twitched again and a shiver of delight went through her entire body. She could feel her cunt getting wet. This was so embarrassing! Her bush getting the hots for a brush! "Sorry," she said. "Sometimes I have no control over what it does!"
"Don't be sorry," said Bambi. "It's a natural reaction. A fun one, too. Why do you think we do this?" All the time she was swirling the brush over and around Brandy's pussy. Then Brandy felt the brush begin to stroke up and down between her pussy lips.
"Is there hair growing there, too?" she gasped.
"Well, you can never be too careful, can you?" answered Bambi as she concentrated her work on Brandy's clit. The bristles teased as they just brushed the sensitive knob. Back and forth-maddeningly as it made Brandy ache for release.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Bambi.
"Mmmmm!" was all the reply Brandy could give. Her thoughts and feelings were all centered on a small portion of her body: the portion where Bambi was doing magic tricks with a shaving brush! She wanted it to go on forever! It felt so good. No longer did it seem strange to lie back with her legs spread for a total stranger. Nothing seemed odd. Nothing mattered except the ache in her cunt!
Bambi stopped occasionally to re-lather the brush, then continued her work on Brandy's pussy. Up and down between the soft folds, then to the top to concentrate on the hard nubbin.
Brandy's hands went to her boobs. She massaged them and twirled the nipples between her fingers as Bambi increased the speed of the brush. "Yes! Oh, yes!" exclaimed Brandy. "Do it! A little harder! A little faster. Right there! Yes ... there! Right ... there! I'm cumming!" she yelled as the brush strokes sent her over the edge.
"I knew you'd like that!" exclaimed Bambi. "We all do. I think this is why we shave. The small bathing suits just gave us a reason! Now, hold still. This is a safety razor, but even so, I don't want to nick you. I think we have all the hair softened up enough," she giggled. Brandy felt the strokes of the razor following the outline of her cunt. In just a few strokes, Bambi was finished and toweling her off with another warm, wet towel.
"See what you think," said Bambi, turning the chair to face the mirrors.
Brandy looked and saw her fresh-shaved beaver glowing back at her. "It really looks different, doesn't it? You wouldn't think that a little hair could make a difference."
"Try on your suit now, and see if it doesn't look better."
Brandy got off the chair and pulled on the little fabric pieces that passed for a bathing suit. Two small triangles covered her nipples and another, not much larger, covered her pussy. "Doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it?" she giggled to Bambi.
"No, but who cares? You look terrific! Let's go back to the pool and try it out on some of the guys. They are always hanging around, waiting to see who will show up."
"Do they even notice someone new?" asked Brandy as they walked back. "After all, they see all these beautiful women day after day, each one prettier than the one before. And all of them are models. I'm just a PI."
"A PI? Private investigator?"
"Yep. That's me. Not anywhere near as glamorous as what you all do."
"You've got to be kidding! That must be the most glamorous job I have ever heard of! You've got to tell me more! But, hey! Are you here on business?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes. I need some information and I thought maybe I could get it here."
"You might be able to, but, at least for now, don't tell anyone what you do, okay?"
"I hadn't thought about it, but you might be right. But how can I explain what I'm doing here?"
"Don't worry, they'll just think you're another model."
Brandy laughed. Another model? Sure. How did one become a model?
"Smile pretty," a voice said from off to one side.
Brandy did a half-turn and heard the click of a camera. "That's beautiful," said the photographer. "I'm Peter Quinn. Who are you with? I haven't seen you before."
Brandy studied the good-looking man standing there. His dark brown hair was full and wavy and his brown eyes were as soft-looking as a puppy's. He was of medium height and his perfectly proportioned body was fit and tan. She wondered if he was tan under the bikini swim briefs he was wearing. "I'm not with anyone. I'm here to...." began Brandy.
"She's here to make some contacts," interrupted Bambi, nudging Brandy. "She hasn't decided who to sign with yet. You must've heard of Peter," she said to Brandy. "Peter is the main photog for Pet Me magazine. Hung depends on him for most of the shots."
"Oh. Well, I don't know what to say," said Brandy. That's an understatement, she thought. How can I get information unless I ask? And how can I ask without letting them know who I am? And how can I find out if his buns are as tanned as the rest of him?
"Listen," Peter was saying to her. "Why don't you let me look over your portfolio and maybe I can give you some leads. I know who is looking for what type and all of that."
"I ... er ... don't have a portfolio," she began. "She doesn't have one any longer," Bambi interrupted again. "Poor thing checked it in with her luggage when she flew in from the coast, and the whole thing is probably in Australia or someplace by now."
"That's no problem," grinned Peter. "I'd like to see for myself how the camera reacts to you. Why not let me do a shoot of you? I'll be able to tell if you would do well in Pet Me and, at the same time, I can do extras and get you a good folio going again. It could be worth your while. Hung does pay well on a general scale if we use you, and pays fantastically well if you are the centerfold for the month. How about it?"
"She'd love to," exclaimed Bambi before Brandy could refuse. "I know where your studio is. I'll be sure to give her good directions. How about tomorrow morning-say about ten?"
"Sounds good to me," smiled Peter. "See you then."
"Isn't he a hunk?" whispered Bambi as Peter walked off. "You'll love working with him."
Brandy wasn't sorry she had the date to have her picture taken. Not when the rear view of Peter was as tempting as the front! This could be interesting!
"Why can't I just tell him?" she asked Bambi. "I hate to lie."
"So, don't lie. Just don't tell him the truth. Hey, you could use a folio. I mean, why not? I always say, leave all the options open. I can tell you that models and photogs are the worst gossips in the world. They'll tell stories on each other you wouldn't believe, but they'll also be real closemouthed to an outsider. So, whatever you want to know, you're better off on the inside."
Brandy thought that was good advice. Besides, she was enjoying the attention she was getting. All the men were watching her, and she could tell by the way they looked at her that she was doing fine holding her own as one of the models.
"The other girls are smiling, too," she told Bambi. "Isn't that weird? I mean, considering all the competition."
"Not really. They know they have to stick together. And they all know how men are. Well, we just share and share alike. The guys know it. They know that if one of us is treated wrong, he will never get a chance with another of us. Keeps them on their toes. In fact, the competition is with them. They all try to be better than r the others so that they can get more dates. We can't lose."
"Makes sense," agreed Brandy. "I think I'm gonna like it here." She spied Ruth in a group at the edge of the pool. "Hey! What happened to you? I thought you were right behind me when I went with Bambi to get a suit. Looks like you found one yourself."
Ruth smiled at her. "Sure did," she answered, looking down at the rust colored tiny fabric pieces that tried to cover her. Her nipples were erect, making her boobs look like they had tiny tents perched on each one. "Did you get to tour one of the dressing rooms?" she asked.
"Yeah, you, too?"
"Right," she grinned. "Makes me want to go to barber school. We could learn to give shaves like that and then open a shop to take care of the male models!"
Brandy hadn't thought of that! Of course, they had to shave in order to model those tiny men's bikini suits and shorts! That might be fun after all! "I think we have a couple of friends we could practice on. They're both twisted, kinky and demented-all the qualities we look for in a person!"
"You know it!" answered Ruth.
"Why not let us in on this," said a brunette sitting next to Ruth.
"This is Angela," said Ruth. "And on the other side here is Terri." She pointed at a tall black girl. "This is Brandy, girls, the one I told you about."
"Hope it was good!" said Brandy.
"Don't worry, hon," answered Terri. "It was all good. We sisters have to stick together, or they stick it to us!"
"Sometimes I like having someone stick it to me!" laughed Angela. "As long as it's on my terms!"
"So," asked Terri, "what are your plans? Do you have a shoot set up?"
"Matter of fact, I do," answered Brandy. "With Peter Quinn. Then I'll go from there with my plans."
"Peter?" exclaimed Angela. "Well, you sure know how to do it! He's the greatest! He could make Attila the Hun look good. Not that you need any help," she added.
"That's okay. I need all the help I can get. I'm new at this, and I'm not sure just where this career is going to take me."
"Career?" asked Ruth. "But you already...."
"I already tried a number of things," Brandy butted in rapidly, with a long look at Ruth. "The last was where I met Ruth. Boy, that truck-stop waitressing was the pits, wasn't it Ruth?"
Ruth looked confused for a second, but then caught on. "Yeah. I wouldn't wish that job on a dog."
"I can't believe you two would do something like that. I mean, it's not bad work, but with your looks, and you talk like you have brains, I would've thought you'd be into something better."
"Well," said Brandy, "we just wanted to experience life a while before we decided what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives."
That seemed to satisfy everyone. Brandy was relieved they seemed to buy it and that Ruth backed her up. Bambi was right. They would stick together. "We have been kind of looking for the meaning of life and all, too. You know-trying different religions and things like that. We even watched some of those TV preachers. Any of you girls ever see that Randy Jones?"
"Oh, wow," laughed Angela. "I think that must've been one of the most unenlightening things you could have done. That man has all the answers for you. All you have to do is send him enough money and he'll tell you how to save yourself from going to hell."
"Right!" agreed Terri. "And the way you do that is to send him the rest of your money so you won't be tempted to spend it on things that will corrupt you."
"I know what you mean," said Brandy. "We got on his mailing list and I don't think we'll ever get off. I was impressed with his daughter, though, the few times I saw her on the show. She seemed to be an ail right person. Really sweet."
Terri and Angela looked at each other and laughed.
"What did I say?" asked Brandy.
"She is sweet," said Angela. "Don't get us wrong. It's just that she is sweet in spite of her parents, not because of them."
"You know her?"
"Well," Terri hesitated and glanced at Angela, "we've met is all."
They seemed to want to change the subject, so Brandy didn't push. She knew they were hiding something. She'd just have to try to gain their confidence.
"Have you seen the boys?" she asked Ruth.
"Rick hasn't come out yet and Grizz went drooling after a girl with long black hair. They went towards one of the cabanas. I doubt he wants to be disturbed. Frank and a blonde followed them a few minutes later. I think they might be up to something kinky."
"Not our boys!" said Brandy in mock astonishment.
"You said something about Rick," said Bambi. "Do you know him well?"
"No," answered Brandy. "We just met. He seemed like a fun guy, so we just tagged along when he said he was coming here. Why?"
"I just wondered. He's a nice guy. You need to get to know him a little better. He might surprise you."
"I hope to get to know him really well," smiled Brandy. She assumed Bambi was referring to the fact that he was Ginny's brother. She didn't think she was ready to tell yet that she knew that information. "Race you to the end of the pool!" she shouted at Ruth and plunged in.
"Let's just keep our mission a secret," Brandy told Ruth when they reached the other end. "I think maybe we'll get more information that way. On the other hand, we don't seem to be coming up with much the way it is."
"Oh, yeah? Try letting them find out I'm a cop and see what you learn. Funny thing about it. Once people find out, they clam up. It doesn't matter what the subject is, they just don't trust the police. I doubt they'd trust you any more, especially if they knew who hired you."
"I know. I guess we'll have to keep suffering along like we are. You have to admit, this is fun, seeing how the other half lives. I could get used to this in a hurry. Fun all day long!"
"Well, don't get carried away. You have to work tomorrow, you know."
"On the case. That's what I'm doing now."
"Nope. I mean on that shoot. You agreed. Now you have to go through with it and pretend you know what you're doing. I know what I'd do."
"What?" asked Brandy.
"I'd go to Peter's place, take all my clothes off, ask him what he wants, then fuck his brains out! I mean! Did you see those buns?"
"Did I ever! I got horny just watching him walk away. Not that I wasn't before. Did you see the size of the bulge in the front of that suit?"
"Sure, but a lot of guys get big hard-ons."
"True, but that wasn't a hard-on. He's used to seeing these girls day in and day out. Naked and otherwise. He had to be relaxed."
"Damn! That means...."
"Right. That bulge was the soft stage. I can hardly wait to find out how big it can get when it gets excited!"
"I'm excited just thinking about it! You'll have to tell me all the details! I'll have to get it all secondhand, since I'll have to work tomorrow."
"Work? You call fucking and sucking work? Don't tell me you haven't already made plans for you and Frank to get it on when you're on the payroll."
"Only on breaks. I take my job seriously and so does Frank."
"I know you do. I was just kidding. You had
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Join in if you can find a spot," invited Grizz. Frank waved at the two girls and made a muffled response.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not polite to talk with your mouth full?" Brandy teased.
"Don't make him stop," said the blonde. "Whenever he tries to talk, the lip action on my pussy just drives me wild! I'm Jodi, by the way. That's Heather." She pointed toward the girl with the raven tresses. "I guess you know our new friends?"
"Sure do," answered Ruth, then introduced herself and Brandy. "Actually, we all came with another guy. He went to find Hung. Do you know anyone named Rick?"
"Sure do, honey. Everyone knows Rick. He's like a fixture around here. Hung really likes him. Oh, Frank! That feels sooo good. Don't quit, baby. Just keep on munchin'!"
"I ... haven't ... seen ... Rick ... since we ... got here!" said Grizz in rhythm with the strokes he was giving Heather. "Then again ... I haven't ... really ... looked ... or cared!"
Brandy's twat began to twitch. "I guess we'll have to wait for him to find us, and find something to amuse ourselves while we wait," she told Ruth.
"Your legs are longer," said Ruth, "mine couldn't straddle Heather and get my pussy high enough to reach Grizz's face. I guess you get dibs this time."
"Don't sound disappointed," said Jodi. "Get that red bush of yours over here. The least I can do is give you what Frank is giving me!"
Ruth and Brandy grinned at each other, then went to their respective places. Brandy swung her leg over Heather and shoved her naked pussy into Grizz's face. His tongue was hanging out, aiming for her sensitive nub. "Just ... hold ... still...." grunted Grizz as he continued to ram into Heather's cunt with his prick and tried to lick Brandy's at the same time.
Every time Grizz thrust, he rocked Heather forward so that her silken skin rubbed between Brandy's thighs, exciting Brandy even further. She tried to get into the rhythm with them. She wanted a tongue on her clit!
She grabbed Grizz by the shoulders and pushed her twat toward his mouth. She could see his tongue lapping at the air, trying to get to its target! There! Contact! "Ohhhh," she moaned. "OHHHH, yes! Do it to me. baby!"
Grizz licked at her love nubbin as he continued to pound into Heather. Brandy could hear slurping noises coming from all directions! Grizz in front of her, Heather beneath her eating Frank, Frank taste-testing Jodi, and Jodi smacking her lips over Ruth's bare cunt clam!
She felt Grizz sucking harder and faster as his fucking tempo picked up. She knew his body almost as well as she knew her own, and knew he was on the verge of exploding inside lucky Heather! She felt a new trembling sensation on her clit that almost drove her insane with lust! She realized it was Grizz, moaning ... getting ready!
Her own body stepped up its heat. Her pussy clenched and unclenched as her clit strained at the edge of her explosion! She heard muffled moans and felt the tremendous vibrations against her ready knob as Grizz gave a mighty last thrust into Heather and clamped his lips around Brandy's clit, demanding that she join him!
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled as her own orgasm washed over her! She felt Heather's back banging against her ass as Heather strained back and up, trying to get all that Grizz had to give! She felt Ruth back into her as Jodi reached her own climax and brought Ruth off at the same time. Brandy's knees felt like wet noodles as she carefully climbed over Heather's back. She gave a hand to Ruth. They sank to the floor in a satisfied heap and were joined by Grizz and Jodi.
"Look at him!" exclaimed Grizz. "How can he hold out so long?"
"Practice," replied Frank as Heather continued to suck on his fat dick. "Practice. I want it to last."
"Don't let him do that, Heather!" kidded Brandy. "He always wants more than his fair share! Make him cum!"
"No way," laughed Frank. "Not until I'm ready!"
Heather's lips slid off his fat cock with a popping noise. "Well, in that case, I guess I'll just admit defeat and let it go at that. Besides, my lips are getting tired of being stretched to the limit."
"Wait a minute!" yelled Frank. "You can't leave me like this!" His swollen prick was waving at the assembly.
Heather asked, "What do you think, girls? Should we put him out of his misery?"
"I don't know," answered Ruth. "He has gotten pretty cocky lately."
"Yes," agreed Brandy, "but he does have a pretty cock!"
"It is, isn't it?" said Jodi, reaching for it. "Look how it responds to a touch." Frank's cock seemed to leap toward Jodi's hand, like a dog wanting to be petted.
"It is an impressive hunk of meat," said Heather. "I've never had one fill my mouth like that. Bet he fills other things pretty good, too. Want to find out?"
Brandy and Ruth grinned at each other. "You go ahead," said Ruth. "Brandy and I have already sampled his wares. It is good. We can tell you that."
"You go ahead, Jodi," said Heather. "Grizz already filled my pussy for me. You can see if Frank's prick can do as much for your pussy as his lips did!"
Jodi didn't need further encouragement. She straddled Frank and slowly lowered her slick cunt onto his rigid pole. "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "He does fill up all the nooks and crannies!"
"You know it!" said Brandy. "If you have any wrinkles in there, Frank will iron them out!"
Jodi's blonde muff slid up and down Frank's cock as she raised and lowered herself again and again. Frank worked his hips, thrusting upward to meet her. Jodi bounced faster and faster. Brandy could see the sheen of Jodi's pussy dew on Frank's cock as it appeared from Jodi's cunt, then it disappeared again into its slick sheath!
"Come on, Frank!" yelled Grizz. "Sock it to her, good buddy! Give it to her good!"
"Ride him, Jodi," shouted Ruth. "Show him what you can do! Drain that poker of his!"
"Go! Go! Go!" they all started chanting, watching the two at work.
Grizz reached out and cupped one of Jodi's tits. "I sure like the way these quiver as you bounce up and down. I think I'd better hold on to this one so it doesn't get hurt."
Brandy went around to the other side of the couple and cupped the other tit. "Don't you think they both need protecting?" she asked Grizz. "I think we need to put them someplace safe." She reached forward and captured a hard nipple between her lips. It was difficult to hold on as Jodi kept bouncing up and down Frank's cock. Soon Grizz's head was next to hers, his mouth on the other nipple.
Jodi's arms went around each of them, holding their heads close to her chest as they sucked on her boobs. Ruth and Heather were still cheering them on. "Go, Jodi, go!" they yelled. Brandy and Grizz just tried to hang. It felt like Frank was trying to buck Jodi off, he was thrusting upward so hard! Jodi was dropping onto his prick with just as much force!
Their bodies slapped together over and over again, faster and faster. "I'm ready! I'm going to shoot!" yelled Frank as he shoved upward one last time, with enough force to throw off Brandy and Grizz.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss!" screamed Jodi as her climax hit! She sat there atop Frank for a few minutes, then slowly slid off to one side, where she collapsed in a satisfied heap.
"You people sure know how to make friends fast," said Grizz.
"I sure do like the hospitality!"
"Why, thank you, sir," said Heather, with a mock southern accent. "We do try our best to make our guests feel at home."
"This has been really fun," sighed Brandy, "but we really do have to find Rick and get going. I have a lot to do if I'm going to get ready to get shot."
"Shot?" yelled Grizz. "Who the fuck has threatened to shoot you?"
"Don't get excited," she smiled. "Peter Quinn is going to shoot me with his camera. I might be able to get some modeling work."
"Modeling work?" asked Grizz. "What the hell do you want with modeling work?"
"It beats being a waitress," answered Ruth. "You know how we hated that job."
Grizz looked puzzled for a minute, then caught on. "Oh, yeah. Well, I thought with the tips and all that you liked it. I guess something like this would be better. Especially if you got an open invitation to come here anytime ... and bring friends!"
Brandy laughed. "Leave it to you to find a way to profit from my work. Come on and get dressed. I need to get home and get my beauty sleep."
Rick was coming toward the cabana as they were leaving. "I hope you weren't bored," he said, then looked puzzled as the group dissolved in laughter. "I guess you weren't," he said. "Hi, Heather, Jodi. Seems like you made my friends your friends."
"Sure did, honey," said Jodi. "Anytime you want to bring them back, you just come on ahead. And don't be a stranger yourself. You know how much we like that prick of yours!"
"I was wondering where he got all his training," kidded Brandy. "I sure do thank you girls for it!"
"Don't kid yourself," laughed Heather. "We learned a lot from him! He must get pointers from the master!"
On the way to the car, Brandy turned to Rick. "Aren't we going to meet Hung?"
"The 'master?'" grinned Rick. "Not today. He has to see to the layouts of the next issue. So what's your next move? You want to do any more about the Adonis guy, or check somewhere else?"
"I think Adonis knows something, but I don't think he's directly involved. What bothers me is that I get the feeling he's laughing at us about something."
"I got the same feeling," said Grizz. "I was wondering if maybe I shouldn't go back and check out some of the babes. You know. Get close to them."
"Yeah. Right," said Ruth. "Real close to them."
"Just in the interest of the case," said Grizz, trying to look innocent.
"That might not be a bad idea," said Brandy. "Why don't you go tomorrow while I go get shot?"
"Shot?" asked Rick.
"I forgot to tell you. No one there knew who Ruth and I were. We gave them a story and they bought it. Now I have an appointment with Peter Quinn to get my picture taken. I guess I'm supposed to have a collection of them to show around."
Rick looked at her. "Well, I have no doubt the camera will love you. I'll bet Hung will be really impressed when he sees them."
"What makes you think Peter will take them to Hung?"
"Easy. Peter and Hung go back a long way. They have helped each other over the years, and when Peter shoots someone that he thinks Hung will go for, he makes sure the first proofs go to him. Everyone wins that way. Peter gets a fat fee and an added reputation for being the best. Hung gets the best shots of the most beautiful girls and the girls get a hefty sum of money, not to mention the publicity."
"I guess that makes sense. I always wondered about the glamour of being a model. Now I'll be able to find out firsthand what the work part is like," said Brandy.
"What do you two have planned for tomorrow?" Brandy asked, turning to look at Ruth and Frank, who had gotten into the back seat. "Earth to Frank. Earth to Ruth. Hey! Come up for air!" she kiddingly yelled at them. Frank was bent over Ruth, trying to shove his tongue down her throat and his fingers up her pussy.
"Don't bother them," laughed Rick as they headed to Brandy's. "They're in heat. We'll need a water hose to get them apart!"
"You know, that looks like fun," said Grizz, who was sitting on the other side of Brandy. "Maybe we ought to try it. After all, we don't always have a chauffeur."
Brandy, sitting between two prize cocks, only thought about it for a second. "We really can't leave the chauffeur out. It's not fair. Besides," she said with a wicked grin, "I do have two hands, you know."
She reached over to Rick and, while he drove, managed to get his zipper down and his cock out. By the time she straightened out in the seat, Grizz had his out on the other side, waiting for her. "Now this is livin'!" she exclaimed. "A beautiful day, good friends and a cock in each hand. Now if someone will just play with my tits, I'll be all set ... at least until we get home! You all are spending the night, aren't you?"
Grizz put his left arm around her and reached his right hand down the front of her blouse. He flicked open the clasp of her bra and cupped one of her boobs in his palm. His thumb gently caressed her nipple. "I'm sure not going to turn down an invitation from you to spend the night. After all, you are the boss. I need some instructions on what to do when I go back to question those women at Adonis's place."
"You need instructions. Right. Like a fish needs instructions to swim!"
"I'd like to stay," said Rick, trying to keep his mind on the road as Brandy played with his pecker," but I feel kinda like a fifth wheel. Those two in the back don't need me, and you two are together...."
"Don't be that way," said Brandy. "We're all together. We're all just good friends and we want you to be with us. Don't you have fun? Don't you like this?" she asked, running her hand faster up and down his cock.
The car weaved slightly into the other lane.
CHAPTER NINE
"Why don't we get comfortable and then call out for pizza?" asked Brandy, leading the way into her place. "And to celebrate good friendships, we can order some champagne with it."
"Sounds good to me," said Rick. The others agreed.
"I'll make the calls," said Brandy. "You make yourselves comfortable. Why don't you try the jacuzzi? I'll meet you there."
"Is the champagne being delivered by someone we know?" Grizz whispered to Brandy.
"You bet. A nice surprise for Rick. He won't be feeling like a fifth wheel for long."
Grizz faked a leer. "I wouldn't mind a surprise like that, either. Keep that in mind on my next birthday."
Brandy playfully slapped him away and made her calls. "All set," she told them as she stripped and joined them in the jacuzzi. "Food and drink will be here soon."
"These shaved beavers are a real turn-on," said Grizz. "I wonder if they'll itch when the hair starts to grow back."
"I sure hope so," said Frank. "We could spend a lot of time scratching those itches for them!"
Rick was nibbling on one of Brandy's nipples when the doorbell rang. "It's too early for the pizza," said Brandy, gently shoving Rick away. "It must be the champagne delivery. Why don't you go answer the door?"
Rick got out, wrapped a towel around himself, and headed for the door. Brandy looked at Grizz and tried to keep from laughing. "What gives?" asked Frank. "Something we don't know about?"
"Well, Rick was afraid of being an extra tonight, so I arranged a little surprise for him."
"Wow!" they heard him yell from the other room. "Brandy, is this for me?"
"If you want it, darlin'," she answered. "Why don't you come back and join us. Don't forget the bubbly!"
Rick came back, and with him was a blonde in a red minidress that didn't hide any of her attributes. Especially the enormous tits! Her 44-Ds were straining against the fabric of her dress. "Why don't you get comfortable, Stella?" invited Brandy. "Join the party." Brandy introduced Stella to Ruth and Frank. "You know Grizz, and I think you're going to know Rick even better before the night is gone!"
"I sure hope so," smiled Stella. "He is such a cutie!" She wiggled out of her outfit. The only underwear she was wearing was a g-string panty. Her boobs stood up on their own, with no support. Her luscious nipples were erect and pointed at Rick. "Do you like what you see?" she asked him.
Rick looked slightly dumbfounded. He slowly reached out to touch one of the huge mounds.
"They won't bite," giggled Stella. "They like being touched. Go on. Play with them."
Rick didn't hesitate any longer. He took one of them in both hands. Even then there was plenty left over! He licked at one of the nipples, then buried his face between the two mountains.
"What a way to go!" said Frank. "Smothered by something like that!"
Ruth poked him. "Don't forget, you have some work to do of your own tonight. These were good enough for you before."
"They are wonderful, baby," Frank told her. "It's just that those look like one of the wonders of the world. Why don't you get in here with us?" he asked Rick and Stella. "I want to see if they will float!"
Everyone in the jacuzzi moved to make room for Rick and Stella. Rick was on her right and Frank on her left. As Stella eased herself into the water, Frank reached up and tried to cup one of her enormous tits.
"Just trying to help," he exclaimed as Ruth gave him another punch. "Hey! Look! They do float!"
Stella's boobs were bobbing in the warm water, the nipples pointing out and slightly up like the proud prows on Viking ships.
Ruth peered around Frank at the spectacle. 'They are a wonder," she agreed. "Do your bra straps ever bother you from the weight?"
"Don't wear the things," answered Stella. "Maybe when I get older, but for now, I like the freedom. It's a real turn-on when they get petted by whatever I'm wearing."
"I know what you mean," answered Ruth. I like to feel silk rubbing my nipples one day, and angora the next. The best thing, of course, is a nice warm pair of lips."
"Or two!" added Brandy as she rose in the jacuzzi, then knelt in front of Stella. "I just need a taste," she said.
"Help yourself," laughed Stella. "I certainly have enough to go around.
"Let me try one!" said Ruth, moving to kneel next to Brandy.
"Does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?" sighed Rick. Brandy and Ruth both had their asses in the air as they clamped down on Stella's nipples. "I thought Brandy had you come over for me."
"And what about us?" demanded Frank. "What are we supposed to do? Get out jollies watching you?"
Brandy, sucking on the sweet morsel tipping one of Stella's tits, wiggled her ass suggestively. Frank needed no more urging. "This one's mine," he yelled as he dove prick first for Brandy's sweet behind.
"Good idea!" agreed Grizz as he got in a kneeling position behind Ruth, his boner nudging between her legs.
"What about me?" cried Rick. "I'm right where I started-alone."
"No you aren't, baby," soothed Stella. "I'm yours just like I said I would be. I'm not about to let a nice big hard-on go to waste. Just ease down onto the step below you."
Rick did as he was told, the water rising almost to his shoulders. Moving carefully, so not to disturb Brandy and Ruth sucking on her nipples, Stella moved over so she could sit on Rick's lap, both of them facing forward. "Hey, girls! Look! I've got a hard-on!" she exclaimed as Rick's erection rose from between her legs.
Brandy sputtered as she tried to hold the nipple in her mouth and laugh at the same time. It didn't work. Letting go for a moment, she reached down into the warm water and stroked the prick Stella was talking about. "Good grief!
Two doors and you can't find either one of them! And after all you taught me!"
Rick put his hands on Stella's waist and lifted, taking the other nipple out of Ruth's mouth. "Just be patient," he said. "You got a head start and caught me by surprise." He lowered Stella down onto his hard pole. Her nipples were once more within reach of Ruth and Brandy, who began to suck greedily on them.
Brandy could feel Frank's hands on her hips, gently pulling her back to meet him. The head of his pecker felt hot, even in the warm water. She flicked her tongue over Stella's nipple and then sucked it into her mouth along with as much flesh as she could get between her lips.
She felt her lower lips swell and begin to throb in anticipation. She wiggled and tried to spread her legs farther apart, wanting Frank's pleasure pole to fill her; to fill the need created by her lust!
Frank's joy rod nudged at her waiting cunt. Even in the warm water of the jacuzzi, she could feel her own slick juices greasing her tunnel. She continued to gobble at Stella's boob, then felt fingers lightly playing with her own. It took her a moment to figure out it was Stella! She had reached under her and grabbed a handful. The way Ruth wiggled next to her, she knew Stella had done the same thing to her.
Frank eased into her waiting pussy. She could feel her love tunnel expand to its max to take him. His thick prick could fill the Holland Tunnel, thought Brandy, but I'm glad it's mine he's filling instead!
Little grunts of pleasure came from Ruth as Grizz entered her from behind. It was getting more difficult to hold onto Stella's nipple as the action was revving up. Rick began to bounce Stella on his prick, forcing Brandy and Ruth's heads to nod up and down with the motion of Stella's tits. Grizz and Frank were pounding in and out of their pussies. The water sloshed over the sides of the jacuzzi, but no one seemed to notice.
Brandy couldn't hold onto Stella's nipple any longer. She just wanted to fuck and be fucked by Frank. Nothing else mattered. She didn't care what the others were doing, or who they were doing it with. All she wanted in the world right then was Frank's cock pounding her pussy-and she was getting it!
Frank was riding her like a rampant stallion after a fresh mare. Brandy moved to where she could get a grip on the side of the jacuzzi before Frank pushed her under! It felt so good! "More! More! Ride me harder!" she yelled.
"Like you've ... never been ... ridden!" shouted Frank.
The waves they were making were splashing water in her face, but Brandy hardly noticed. Her grip tightened on the edge and she tried to meet Frank's cock and drive it even deeper! Her pussy juice was so thick, even when he pulled out, the water didn't have a chance to wash it off!
"Give it to me, Frank!" she said between clenched teeth. "Give it to me hard!"
It seemed like she could hear the others from a long way off. They had almost disappeared from her mind, as all she could think about was her greedy pussy and getting it fed! She wanted to feel his hot cum mingle with her own! She wanted to feel it hot and slick, striking the walls of her cunt!
"You'd better ... brace yourself!" yelled Frank. "I'm gonna shoot! I'm ... gonna ... OOOOH!" he hollered as he buried himself as deep as possible inside her sodden quiff.
Brandy thrust herself back against him, helping to drive herself onto his hard stake! "YES!" she cried. "YES! YES! YES!" Her cum center exploded and she felt their molten juices join in climax.
Her legs trembled and she felt like they were rubber. The way Frank was holding onto her, she knew he felt the same. Gradually, she became aware of the others around her. Ruth had her eyes and mouth closed as the water was higher on her and Grizz was pushing her under at every thrust!
Brandy tried to help. She reached down and put her hands on Ruth's tits, keeping her from going under. Ruth's long nipples dug into Brandy's palms. As she rubbed them, they got even longer and harder.
"Go, Grizz, go!" yelled Brandy. "I think Ruth's ready and you'd better be quick before you drown her!"
Grizz had his hands on Ruth's hips, and he jerked her back into him as he let out a mighty howl.
"Does he always do that?" asked Frank.
"No," grinned Brandy, "Sometimes he gets really loud!"
Ruth's answering cry joined in the noise, and Brandy had to hold onto her to keep her from falling forward into the water. She could still hear waves and sloshing sounds coming from the other side. Stella was bouncing up and down on Rick faster than Brandy thought possible. Her huge tits were flying up in her face, then coming down almost to her waist.
Rick had his hands on Stella's waist, lifting her and setting her back down on his stiff pole. Now he reached around to the front of her and grabbed onto those enormous pillows and squeezed the nipples as the two reached the height of their passion and peaked together in a noisy crescendo of lust.
"That was great!" said Grizz as they all relaxed again in the warm water. "Don't you think it's time we opened the champagne?"
"Maybe in a minute," answered Rick. "But I think we need to do something else first."
"What's that?" asked Stella.
"Find something with pockets in it."
Brandy frowned, trying to figure out what he meant. "Why do we need pockets?"
""Cause one of them might have a wallet, and the wallet might have money in it, which is what I think he's waiting for," he explained, pointing behind Brandy to the doorway.
Startled, she stood and whirled around. There stood the pizza delivery guy. "The ... the ... the ... door was ... you know ... uh, open, and ... uh...."
"It's okay," smiled Brandy. "I forgot that you were coming. Let me get my purse."
"She forgot he was coming 'cause she was cumming," laughed Grizz.
"I heard that!" Brandy said over her shoulder. "Don't mind them," she told the delivery guy. She tried to put him at ease as he stared bug-eyed at her. She led the way to her bedroom, where she got out her wallet. She could see the sweat break out on his forehead as he looked at her naked body and then at the bed.
"I'm sorry you had to wait," she told him.
"No problem," he answered as he took the payment for the pizzas. "Anytime. Just ask for me next time. My name's Paul. Just ask for Paul when you call," he said, backing out of the bedroom and towards the front door. "Don't forget."
"I won't, Paul," she answered. "I'll be sure to ask for you." She meant it. He was only about 22, but there was something about him. Something besides the Latin looks of him. Something that bulged in his pants ... all the way to his knee! Yes, she'd remember his name, no problem.
"What took you so long?" asked Ruth as Brandy rejoined the party.
"Oh, just had to check something out."
"I can guess what that was," said Grizz. "The thing you always check out on an unsuspecting male."
"Unsuspecting, yes. Unwilling, no," laughed Brandy. "I would've done some in depth research, but, believe it or not, I'm tired. Why don't you all stay here tonight? I've got lots of room, and we can all get an early start in the . morning."
"Not to mention an early morning hard-on," said Frank.
"No, we don't want to mention it," laughed Ruth, "but we all will be thinking about it."
"I really do need my beauty sleep, since I'm going to start my new career in the morning," said Brandy.
"And I can help!" Rick leered.
Ruth looked puzzled. "How can you help with a modeling job? I know you know Hung, but he's still a businessman, and it's my understanding that the photog is a pro. No matter what kind of word you put in for her, the bottom line will be how the pix turn out."
"I know that," explained Rick, "and I wouldn't want to influence anyone. Besides, Brandy wouldn't need any help. She'd be a centerfold without any good words from anyone."
"You have lost me totally," said Stella. "Are you talking about Hung Hoffer? Are you going to be in Pet Me?" she asked Brandy. "And where do you fit into this?" she asked Rick.
"Let me try to bring you up to date," answered Ruth. "Rick knows Hung and he took us to the mansion, where we met all kinds of interesting people, fucked around a while, learned a few new tricks and Brandy got an invite to pose for Peter Quinn, Hung's top photographer with the cute buns."
"You know Hung and Peter?" squealed Stella at Rick. "And you didn't tell me? I'd give anything for a chance like that! What do you think my chances are?"
"You didn't ask," said Rick, "and when those two delicious tits of yours walked in the door with you following, my mind was not exactly on taking pictures! Why don't you go along with Brandy tomorrow and see what happens?"
"That's a great idea!" agreed Brandy. "I'll bet you'll be a hit, and also a distraction if I need one."
"Why would you need a distraction, and why are you doing this anyway."
"Come on," said Ruth, drying off on one of the oversized towels. "I guess maybe I did leave a couple of things out. It'll be better if you know the whole thing, that is, if it's all right with Brandy?"
"Sure," said Brandy, rubbing another towel over Grizz's back. I trust Stella completely." She led the group to the living room, where they had a drink in front of the fire and relaxed. Ruth filled Stella in on all the details. Just before they went to their rooms, Ruth said to Rick, "I still don't get what you meant about helping Brandy by spending the night."
"Oh, that. Well, everyone knows how a woman's skin glows after a good round of lovemaking. I just thought I'd make her glow all over before she went to work."
"All heart, aren't you?" kidded Brandy. "I guess that means you want to share my bed for the night?"
CHAPTER TEN
Rick rolled on top of her and slipped his prick into her pussy. "You feel so good," he whispered against her ear. "So warm and wet and tight. I feel like your snatch was custom-made for my tool."
Brandy lost herself in the sensations he was creating, in the feel of his hands wandering over her body as his cock did wondrous things to her cunt.
"So beautiful," he whispered. "Your skin is like silk." He raised up so that he could bend down and take a rigid nipple between his lips and gently suck and tongue it. He pulled slowly out of her. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him inside of her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began leaving a trail of hot kisses down her body. He circled each tit, then worked his way back and forth over her rib cage and down her belly to her navel. He spent a few minutes there, probing and exploring the indentation, then began his journey south once more.
Brandy felt his . warm breath and hot lips gliding over her hairless mound, then skirt her swollen pussy as he kissed the inside of each thigh, teasing her.
"Oh, Rick! Lick me! Damn! Lick me! I want to feel your tongue on my clit and in my slit!" Brandy writhed on the bed, unable to keep her hips still, wanting to force the prize tongue deep into her hot chasm!
Rick's strong forearms held her legs apart, and still with agonizing slowness, he sucked one of the pink petals between his luscious lips.
Brandy thought she would go insane with lust! She was used to being the tease! She had always been in command, but now all she could do was beg! She wanted release so bad!
Rick let go of one petal and sucked in another. She could feel his hot breath on her straining clit! It was going to drive her mad! There! The tip of his nose bumped the hard nub, sending shock waves through her body!
"More!" she cried. "I want more! Please! Please! Do me!"
Rick's hands suddenly moved and in an instant were under the cheeks of her ass, pulling her cunt into his face! He latched onto her clit like a vacuum cleaner and applied a vibrating tongue to her hard lust knob!
"OOOOOh," moaned Brandy, transported into a world consisting only of wanton lust! Her pussy became a simmering volcano, the heat becoming more intense by the second! Brandy wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him hard against her.
"Your tongue!" she cried. "Your magic tongue!"
He immediately drew away from the pleasure knob, even as Brandy strained to get him back into that position. His tongue parted the swollen pink petals and plunged into the hot velvet tunnel!
Brandy whimpered her need, words being beyond her. Rick rolled his tongue around and around the inside of the slick walls of her pussy, then pulled out again to vibrate against her clit!
"Please!" she begged. "Please! Do it! Let me cum! Oh, God! Rick! Please!" Her final words rose to a scream as she exploded like Mt. St. Helena! As she slowly descended from the heights he had taken her, she could hear him slurping at cream pouring from her slit.
"You are so good," she sighed. She could feel the muscles of her cunt contract on his tongue. "Don't you think you ought to leave some of that in there? It makes it easier for your beautiful cock to slip right in where he belongs. Come to me," she whispered, gently tugging at his hair.
He gave one last kiss to her pussy, then rose slowly, kissing his way back up her body, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his rod pistoned forward into her hot passageway.
Brandy could taste her own cum on his lips. She sucked his tongue, playing a duel with her own against his as his prick probed the depths of her snatch.
Her nails racked his back and his buns as she pulled him in closer and deeper! The lips of her mouth sucked his tongue as the lips of her pussy sucked his prick! Deeper! She wanted him deeper!
His hips began working faster, pushing him in and pulling back out, only to thrust in even deeper! This is what her pussy craved! There was nothing in the world that could make her cunt as happy as a prick that knew what it was doing! Being filled to the limit and beyond with that velvet-covered rod was what it lived for!
"You are so great, baby," Rick whispered as he pulled his mouth from hers! I knew you would be from the minute I saw you! I wanted you then, and I'll always want you."
Rick's words were coming out in little pants as he kept plunging into her. She wanted all he would-and could-give her! She wanted to go on like this morning, noon and night! She felt like she'd never have to quit! Nothing else mattered! They were both working into a frenzy of hot liquid lust!
She felt the hair on his back become slick with his sweat. She inhaled his scent. The combination of his own chemistry and his after shave almost made her giddy! She felt drunk on lust! Her body kept working on its own. She had no control left and she didn't want any! All she wanted was this man and this prick!
"Are you ready, honey?" panted Rick. "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Now, Rick! Now!" she cried as her passion crested and she climaxed so hard she thought she saw fireworks!
Somehow, somewhere in her mind, she knew that Rick joined her. She heard his howl of triumph, but it seemed to come from far away. She floated on a warm white cloud and slowly drifted back to earth.
"Are you guys all right?" asked Grizz. He was standing in the doorway, with a towel around him, still wet from his shower. "The racket you were making was enough to make me want to call out the S.W.A.T team or something!"
"Well," smiled Rick, relaxed on top of her, "Trust me. We're okay."
"Don't tell me we disturbed you," Brandy grinned at Grizz. "If I remember correctly, you can get pretty loud yourself."
"Tell me about it," smiled Stella as she stepped from behind Grizz.
"Right," answered Grizz, "Like you were the silent type!"
"Since we've all had our enthusiasm discussed, maybe we ought to decide what we're having for breakfast," said Brandy, getting off the bed reluctantly. "Stella and I have a full day ahead of us."
"Should I go get Ruth and Frank up?" asked Stella.
"I don't think so," said Brandy. "Listen."
They were all quiet for a moment and they could hear the faint cries of passion from another part of the house. "Sounds like downstairs," said Grizz. "Guess they wanted breakfast before we did!"
"Right," said Rick, "only I wonder who's eating whom."
The four of them went down and found Ruth and Frank on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. They were lying side by side, obviously satisfied for the time being. "What took you so long?" asked Frank, looking up at them. "We've been awake for hours."
"I'll just bet you have," said Rick. "In fact, I'll bet you didn't even go to sleep!"
"Okay," laughed Frank. "So I had a better offer. Don't try to tell me you all went to sleep, either. We could hear you loud and clear. In fact, I think the whole city probably heard you!"
"Lucky them," said Brandy. "Maybe we gave some of them some ideas. Nothing like waking up horny!"
"Oops," said Frank, looking at his watch, the only thing he was wearing. "We're supposed to be at the station in twenty minutes!"
"And my appointment is in less than an hour!" said Brandy. "Come on, Stella. We have to make tracks if we're going to be on time. I sure don't want to mess up my big break." When they were all dressed and going out the door, Rick held Brandy back a moment. He took her in his arms and gave her a deep tender kiss. "Be careful," he whispered. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Don't worry about me," she answered. "I'll see you later. Anyway, aren't you coming to the studio?"
"I might. I just have a few things to take care of first. Then I'll probably see you there." Stella and Brandy went in Stella's old Chevy. "It runs," explained Stella. "I just don't think we ought to take yours. I mean, after all, you are supposed to be an out-of-work waitress. How would you explain a car like that?"
"You're right," agreed Brandy. She didn't bother telling Stella that she had rented a wreck that was parked across the street from her house. She let her think it was all her idea. "I'm impressed," whispered Stella as they walked into the lobby of the studio.
"He sure couldn't be classified as a starving artist, could he?" asked Brandy.
"You must be Brandy," said a smiling brunette sitting behind the receptionist's desk. "Peter told me to look for you and show you right up to the set. Will your friend be coming with you?" she asked, indicating Stella.
"Yes, she will. I'd like Peter to meet Stella."
"Well, I'm sure he'll like that! You have magnificent tits, Stella. Do you mind showing them off?"
Stella smiled at her. "Mind? No. And it wouldn't matter if I did. They're a little hard to hide!"
"That's the truth. I'm Melinda, by the way. Come on, and let's go find Peter."
Brandy and Stella followed Melinda to the elevator. They were quiet on the way up. They stood slightly behind Melinda, where they could exchange glances. The elevator was more plush than anything they had ever seen. The floor was carpeted with a deep pile their feet sank into almost to the ankles.
As they got off on the sixth floor, the carpet continued into the wide hall. "I'll bet you could fuck on this all night and never get a carpet burn," whispered Stella to Brandy.
You won't get a carpet burn-or any other kind-anywhere here," said Melinda smiling back over her shoulder. This entire building is made for sex. Being sexy is more than just a body. It's an attitude. Peter and Hung like to get women in the mood, so that they think sex, smell sex, see sex, feel sex and generally become sex. It makes the photos sexier." Brandy just nodded. It was working. She sure was thinking sex, but on the other hand, she always thought about sex. This was just a nice place to do it.
"I think Peter is going to set up your test shots in here, said Melinda, indicating an open door. Just make yourself at home and ... oh, hi, Ronnie! This is Brandy and her friend Stella. Peter is testing Brandy this morning."
"I'll keep them company while we wait," said Ronnie. "Come on in."
Brandy studied the girl in front of her. Platinum blonde, deep blue eyes and a traffic-stopping shape, totally nude. She looked familiar, but Brandy couldn't place her. It bothered her, because she didn't forget people she'd met, especially someone as striking as Ronnie. It might be because she's a model, thought Brandy, but that didn't make a lot of sense either. Brandy didn't read men's magazines, and Ronnie looked like that was what she was made for.
"Have you ever worked with Peter?" asked Ronnie.
"I've never worked with any photographer," answered Brandy. "I've had a lot of odd jobs, but modeling hasn't been one of them-at least until now. I'm not even sure if I'll be good at it. This is kind of a test. Peter said he'd help me with a folio, so at least I'll get that!"
"Have you modeled before?" Ronnie asked Stella.
"Not for publication," grinned Stella. "Just some private shots for a few select friends."
"You guys will love him!" said Ronnie. "He'll make the camera love you. Won't you, dear?" she asked, looking past Brandy's shoulder.
Peter himself came into the room. He kissed Ronnie on both cheeks, and caressed one of her boobs at the same time. "How lovely you look, my darling," he told her, then turned to Brandy and Stella. "I'm glad you could make it, Brandy. Who's your friend?"
Brandy made the introductions.
"Have you considered posing?" he asked Stella. "I could include you in the test."
Stella readily agreed. Brandy was happy for her. This was really what Stella wanted. It might be her big break! For Brandy, it was just a lark and part of her job. For Stella, it could be a future.
"Why don't you two get comfortable, like Ronnie, while I set up some lighting and get some props," suggested Peter.
Stella and Brandy stripped their clothes off. "Have you been to a party at Hung's mansion?" Brandy asked Ronnie.
"Why?" the girl asked, with a hint of wariness in her voice.
"Because your beaver is shaved, too, and that's where I got mine done. I wondered if you had the same experience."
"Yeah, it was some good time. I'd like to go back for a touch-up once in a while, too."
"That sounds like a good idea," agreed Brandy, wondering why mention of the mansion seemed to startle Ronnie.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Stella, her bush as lush as ever. "Men?"
"Good subject," laughed Brandy. "We can never run out of things to say about them!"
"That's for sure!" agreed Ronnie. "Met any good ones lately?"
"Have we ever!" said Brandy. "But, since you're a model, you must meet even more men than we do."
"Meet? Yeah. Fuck? No. They get tongue-tied and decide that a girl like me wouldn't date an ordinary guy, so they don't ask, but kinda fade into the background. I spend more Saturday nights home alone than anyone else."
"Well, maybe you aren't trying hard enough. Why don't you go after them?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brandy walked over to the door and lightly ran her fingers over the knuckles holding the coffee cup. She smiled as they started to tremble. "Er ... coffee?" stammered Freddy.
"Oh, sure, honey," sighed Brandy. "I just love coffee." Her fingers began to tickle his wrist. "In fact, I just love anything hot." Her fingers started to trail up his arm. "You got anything else hot?" The arm suddenly started to withdraw. Brandy, just as quick, grabbed it. At the same time, Stella threw open the door. The coffee sloshed in the cup and a couple of drops landed on Brandy's boobs.
"Look at this!" said Brandy. "Now what am I going to do? I don't have a towel!"
Freddy was standing there in the doorway in shock. He couldn't even stutter any more. Brandy was afraid he was going to stay that way, shocked into stone.
"Well, do something," yelled Stella as she pulled Freddy into the room by the back of his collar. "Don't just stand there! Start licking! You're the one who spilled it!"
Brandy could feel Freddy's hot breath on her tits. Her nipples were poking against the lenses of his eyeglasses. She glanced at Stella who gave her a quick wink and smile.
"Go on!" commanded Stella in a stern voice. "Do your duty! Act like a man!"
Freddy stuck his tongue out about a half inch and gently brushed it against Brandy's soft mountain. Ronnie came over to watch and took the coffee out of his hand before he spilled more of it. Then she took his empty hand and placed it on Brandy's other tit, and took off his glasses.
Freddy raised his eyes to look at Brandy, clearly waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she just smiled at him. He took another timid lick and gently squeezed the firm flesh.
Bolder now, Freddy took her nipple between his lips for a soft kiss. More sighs from Brandy. He began to suck a little harder, and his hand began to explore the warm flesh.
"I think he's getting the idea," said Stella to Ronnie in a whisper.
"But how can we tell for sure?" asked Ronnie, playing innocent.
"Well, I heard somewhere that there is a certain part of a man that grows when he's interested. Let's see if we can find it."
Ronnie and Stella began to run their hands up and down Freddy's body. His prick was straining against the front of his trousers. "I think I found it," said Ronnie. "What do I do now?" Freddy started to pull away from Brandy, but she pulled his head back to her soft pillows. "Don't you worry about them. You just keep doing what you're doing and they'll take care of everything else."
"Well, let's see," said Stella, undoing his belt buckle. We have to find out how to get this out."
"Let me help!" squealed Ronnie. "This is fun!" She pulled down Freddy's zipper.
Freddy started sucking Brandy's tits like a starving man. One to the other, back and forth. He couldn't seem to stay in one place. Bolder, his hands started to explore not only her boobs, but the rest of her body. He stroked the cheeks of her taut ass like it was the finest silk.
"Holy shit! Would you look at this!" exclaimed Stella.
Brandy felt it before she saw it. Stella had released Freddy's prick from its fabric prison and it was nudging the bottom of Brandy's tits. She couldn't believe it! She stepped back a step, looked down, and right there it was, looking back at her with its one eye!
"Who ever would have thought Freddy...." said a stunned Ronnie.
Freddy found himself being stared at by the three females. His cock was waving in all its glory. All 12 inches of it! Brandy saw how badly he was blushing. "That's great, Freddy! You must have women flocking to you all the time."
"Uh ... no ... not exactly. I mean ... well, I, uh, I think I'm not quite right. You know. Too different."
"You're different!" said Stella. "You are wonderfully different! I've been hoping to find someone as different as you for a long time."
"You really mean it?"
"Just let me give that beautiful sucker a kiss," said Stella, and tilted her head down slightly to reach the tip of his cock.
"Oh," said Freddy, "You don't want to do that! I mean ... well, you don't have to say that or anything."
Brandy laughed. "You really don't know what a prize you have there, do you, Freddy? And yes, she does have to kiss it. She'd better get a little lube on it before she fucks your brains out!"
"What? I ... you ... I can't!"
Stella straightened up. "What do you mean, you can't? Don't you want to?"
"Yeah," said Brandy. "You were willing to suck on my titties and feel up my ass, so what's the deal?"
"Right," agreed Ronnie. "You work here.
You know what goes on. What's wrong?"
Freddy got even redder. "I don't know how." The three women looked at him and then at each other. "You mean you're a virgin?" whispered Brandy.
Freddy nodded. "I almost did it couple of times, but when they saw the size of my whang, they ran. I just figured I'd never find anyone to do it with."
"Oh, Freddy!" laughed Stella. "You were just looking in the wrong place, but, honey, you struck pay dirt this time! You and I are going to break in that gorgeous cock of yours right and proper!"
"Excuse me! Hey! Let's get to work...." started Peter. Then he noticed Freddy. "Good grief, Freddy! Is that yours?"
Freddy started fumbling with his pants, trying to get them up over his huge erection, apologizing all the while.
"No, Freddy," said Peter. "It's okay. Really. I just never would have thought ... well, you were always in the background and, well, I thought of you as background. How would you like a promotion?"
"A promotion?" stuttered Freddy. "You mean, I'm not fired?"
"Fired? Hell no! We can put that equipment of yours to good use. This changes a few things I was planning, but what the hell, let's just go with it and see what happens. All of you ... over to the set."
Brandy got in front and grabbed the end of Freddy's cock to lead him. Ronnie and Stella got on each side and wrapped their hands around it. There was still some left over that they couldn't cover.
"I wish you'd stop that," said Freddy. "It might go off."
"That's what I'm hoping," grinned Stella, "but not until it's where I want it!"
Freddy stumbled, his feet caught up in his pants that were down around his knees, making it difficult to walk.
"Let's just get rid of those," said Stella, releasing her grip to pull his pants the rest of the way. Ronnie and Brandy helped to take them off, then stripped him completely. Brandy was impressed with his well-toned body, and, without the glasses, his face was really cute.
"You need a new wardrobe," she told him. "You've been hiding a great bod under a bunch of rags."
"Over here," directed Peter. "Just mingle around there on the set so I can check the lighting."
The set was a seashore scene, complete with sand and shells. There were blankets and towels scattered around. "I sure am glad to see those," said Brandy.
"Me, too," replied Stella.
"What's the difference?" asked Ronnie. "I heard that people do it on the beach all the time."
"Yeah, they do," laughed Brandy. "But I guarantee you they only do it once on the sand. You don't know misery until you get sand up your twat, or he gets it on his cock before he can put it in."
"That's for sure," agreed Stella.
Freddy was eyeing Stella's huge knockers. "Want a taste?" she asked him. "Help yourself!"
He did just that. He tried to get a good portion of one of the huge tits in his mouth, but there was a lot left over. "You're gonna have stretch marks on your lips," teased Brandy.
"Well, whoever gets hold of him will have stretch marks on her lips, too," said Ronnie, looking at his enormous hard-on. "Either set!"
"Or both!" said Brandy. "We have to get him away from Stella's tits first."
"No you don't," said Stella. She pushed Freddy gently back and looked around until she found a low beach chair. She led Freddy to it, then knelt in it. "This should be about right," she said. She reached for Freddy's dick and pulled him to her. She positioned the long dong between her huge knockers.
Freddy caught on in a hurry and started to titty-fuck her. The head of his prick plus another five inches came out the top of the mounds.
"Mine!" yelled Brandy, and ducked her head so her mouth could reach the delicious morsel in front of it. Her lips stretched over the purple head. The glistening drops of cum were as tasty as they looked.
"Stop!" yelled Freddy. "I can't stand it!" His hips kept in motion, plunging his hard-on back between the big pillows.
Brandy sucked in on the one-eyed monster and managed to get a good part of it in her mouth. Her head jerked up and down as it followed its prize.
"Get your mind on something else, Freddy," Stella told him. "Make it last."
On WHAT?" exclaimed Freddy, almost to the bursting point.
"Here!" said Ronnie. She stood on a chair and shoved her bare beaver into his face. "Eat it!" she said. "Eat it all! And don't you dare cum until I do!"
Freddy had to turn his head to reach the hairless slit, but he didn't seem to mind. His tongue flicked out, and Stella gasped, "It's as long as his dick!"
"OOOOOoohhhh," moaned Ronnie as his thick, long tongue parted the petals of her pink pussy lips.
Brandy quit sucking and watched with Stella as Ronnie's legs parted even farther and Freddy's tongue began to bore its way into her tight hole. Freddy didn't miss a stroke with his cock as he worked his mouth-snake deeper and deeper into Ronnie.
"Good grief!" said Stella. "I've known guys that didn't have a prick that big, let alone a tongue. I'll bet his hobby is licking his eyebrows!"
"I know!" answered Brandy. "No one I've known has ever come close. I just don't see how he's kept this a secret all this time. If the word gets out, he'll have women lined up around the block just to get a look at him."
"A look and a lick!" laughed Stella.
Freddy had his tongue buried as far as it would go inside Ronnie. She grasped him by the hair and hung on as he started to tongue-fuck her in time to his titty-fucking of Stella.
Brandy bent over once again and caught his cockhead between her lips. She bobbed up and down with it, shoving the tip of her tongue into its slit. The slightly salty taste of his lube made her pussy twitch.
Brandy felt Stella's arm move and knew she was playing with Freddy's balls. She could hear Freddy's moaning along with his slurping. As hard as his prick was, she didn't think it would take long for him to reach his limit!
"Oh, yes!" yelled Ronnie. "I love it! I love it. Your tongue is the best I've ever had! Oh, Fred! Oh, yes!
Yes! Yes!" she screamed as she climaxed into Freddy's face.
Freddy licked at the stream of nectar pouring from Ronnie's cunt as long as he could. With Stella's tits surrounding his prick, her fingers playing with his balls and Brandy's tongue doing a dance on his cockhead, there was no way he could hold back any longer.
"You better watch out!" he shouted. "It's gonna blow!"
Brandy thought she could handle it. She'd had a lot of experience sucking cock. It was one of her favorite hobbies.
"I'm warning you! I can't hold back! I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... cumming!"
The first wad hit the back of Brandy's throat and filled her mouth before she could swallow! He kept shooting! Time after time, load after load. She couldn't keep up. Cum was dripping out the sides of her mouth and down his shaft. She finally pulled away and watched as the force of his orgasm continued, shooting his sperm two feet into the air.
The sticky cream splattered over all three women. His geyser finally settled down to a trickle and he collapsed to his knees.
"That was some show!" said Stella, rubbing his man-cream into her boobs. "This stuff is good for the skin. As much as he produces, maybe we could bottle and sell it!"
"If you people don't mind, I have the cameras set up and I'd like to take some pictures," said Peter.
"Guess we'd better get to work," Brandy said. "But we still have a problem."
"What's that?" asked Ronnie.
"Freddy's still a virgin."
"Not for long," grinned Stella, pointing at Freddy's cock. Ronnie was playing with it and it was getting hard again. "I think Freddy is ready to make up for lost time!"
"Nice try, girls and boy," said Peter, "but I wasn't ready to shoot. I need some tests shots. Any ideas?"
"Sure," said Brandy. "How about this?" She leaned toward Stella and began to lick stray drops of cum off her big tits.
"Wonderful!" said Peter, snapping away with his camera. "Keep it up!"
Ronnie, still playing with Freddy's tool, started licking on Stella's other boob. "This is really good!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know it could taste like this."
"Good! Good! Keep it up. Keep going," directed Peter. "Ronnie, why don't you go for the source?"
Ronnie leaned over slightly and tried to get the head of Freddy's cock into her mouth. She had to stretch a lot, but she finally managed to encase the whole bulbous end. Brandy glanced in that direction and, once again, had a fleeting thought that she knew Ronnie from somewhere. It was frustrating not to be able to place her.
Freddy shuffled around, attached to Ronnie's lips, and leaned in to take Stella's nipple between his lips.
"Once you get the hang of it, you really go for it, don't you?" kidded Brandy between licks on her own side. She noticed how Ronnie was really enjoying eating cock. She felt like a matchmaker. She just knew that Ronnie and Freddy were made for each other. That is, if Ronnie could find room in her pussy for Freddy's huge pole. As it was, her cheeks were bulging from just the first couple of inches. Then again, pussies always stretched a lot farther.
"I need more action!" yelled Peter. "Get me some more poses."
Brandy felt Stella's fingers reach between her legs and into her slick channel. They slid up and down the hairless slit, searching for and finding Brandy's erect clit. Brandy shivered in response. She felt her whole body quiver in anticipation. She almost laughed when she thought about why she was here. Maybe this
CHAPTER TWELVE
Brandy pushed her tongue between Stella's pink petals, tasting the hunger of a pussy in heat. She wondered if her own twat was as tasty as this one. She felt Stella's tongue slide into the hot wetness of her slit and her body tingled with excitement!
Brandy probed the hot hole in front of her, then explored the outside again, seeking the lust nubbin she knew was hiding in the nest.
It was easy to find! It was straining out of its hood, eager for the attention Brandy was willing to give. She felt her own clit throb, wanting to feel the hot, wet pleasure Stella was sure to give it. Brandy slurped at Stella's pussy, licking her clit, then probing the depths of her sweet gash.
Stella was busy lapping at Brandy's slit, teasing her clit with only little nudges. Brandy ground her pussy up into Stella's face. She wanted to be eaten! She wanted her pussy to be consumed by Stella's burning lips!
Suddenly, Stella was lifted away from her. She could no longer reach the silky bush! It only took a moment to discover why! She looked up and saw a prick sliding into the slick channel she had just lubricated! One glance and it was obvious it wasn't Freddy. It was a nice cock, but not nearly those proportions!
Someone was kneeling with his legs on each side of her head. She figured it must be Peter, as there were no other guys in the room. His balls were right above her. She only had to lift her head a little bit in order to lick them!
"That's good," said Peter. "Very good! You two have a great future here."
Brandy wondered what he would think if he found out who she really was, but really didn't care. It might even be worth changing professions if you had fringes like this!
Her pussy was throbbing with desire, wanting release. No matter what it got, it was always ready for more. Brandy reached up and caressed Peter's family jewels as they bounced against Stella's ass. She could hear Stella's moans of pleasure from Peter's prick, and she could feel them. The vibration in Stella's mouth transmitted to Brandy's pussy!
Brandy ground herself even harder against the pleasure-giving mouth. She slid her fingers along Peter's shaft as it went in and out above her. She could feel Stella's fuck-lube all along Peter's cock. She moistened her finger with it, then pressed against Stella's brownie.
The puckered hole resisted her attempts at first. She stuck her finger in alongside Peter's piston. It was a tight fit, but she really got it fully greased. This time, she knew it was right. Her pussy was pushed to the edge and she could tell from the frantic movements above her that the coupling couple would soon be in orgasmic heaven!
She tried to concentrate. She wanted to give Stella all the pleasure she could, but it was difficult to think when she was so close to her own summit. Her entire body was crying for release and her mind didn't want to concentrate on anything but her own sensations!
Brandy used all the will she had to hold back. Stella's mouth seemed to be all over Brandy's cunt! Licking and slurping, her tongue pushed deep into Brandy's hole every time Peter pushed forward!
Brandy felt Stella stiffen as she approached the peak of passion. Just as Stella shoved back against Peter in her final thrust, Brandy pushed her well-greased finger in her ass!
Stella tightened in surprise, her muscles almost cutting off the circulation in Brandy's finger, then she let out a loud animal-like yell of triumph! She ground her hips back, impaling herself as deep as possible on Peter's cock and Brandy's finger!
Brandy felt Stella's brownie clench around her finger. She could also feel Peter's cock through the skin separating them! Her own cunt ached so good! It felt like it was turning inside out, wanting its own climax!
Stella took a couple gasps of breath, then went back to work to finish off Brandy. It was only a few licks before Brandy quivered, then plummeted over the brink! She yelled in her pleasure, then as she was coming back down from the high, she could hear Stella drinking from her gushing pussy.
Brandy slowly pulled her finger from Stella's ass, then Peter also pulled out. Stella rolled off Brandy and they all lay on the floor, exhausted, but satisfied.
Brandy looked around and saw Freddy and Ronnie. Freddie was slowly fucking Ronnie! How on earth he ever got all that meat inside that trim body was a miracle! Ronnie was encouraging him all the way. Brandy was stunned when she watched the down stroke. It took so long for the entire length to disappear inside the velvet tunnel!
"That girl must be in heaven!" said Stella. "The way he fills her up, that tool of his has must be reaching places never touched before!" Ronnie heard her and turned to smile. "I can't believe that I have known Freddy so long and never knew about his special talent."
"It's not a talent," said Freddy, still easing in and out. "I am just doing what feels good and trying not to hurt you. I've dreamed about this for so long! I can't believe it's really happening! I can't hold back any longer, Ronnie. Can you take it? Do you want me to pull out?"
"Pull out and you're dead meat, mister! I've gone this far, and I want it all. Give it to me, Freddy! Let me have your spunk! Fill me up, lover!"
Freddy didn't need any more encouragement! Two more thrusts, faster and stronger than the others, and he began howling like a hound at bay. Ronnie raised her legs and took him all, meeting his thrust by lifting her hips off the floor. She, too, boiled over, and her little yelps added to the din Freddy was making.
"Sounds like fun," said Peter.
"Doesn't anyone ever complain about the noise, or come to see what's going on?" asked Brandy. "We all got pretty loud."
"Everyone here is used to it. They do stop by sometimes to join in, or just watch, but they know sounds of passion when they hear them. They'd be more worried if it was too quiet up here!"
"We sure messed up your photography session," said Brandy.
"Not really. When I decided to join in, I just focused the video camera and became part of the shoot."
"You can't use video in a magazine!" exclaimed Brandy.
"No, but with modern technology, I can take stills off the tape. It'll be fine. Besides, you might want to see what you look like on film. There is always a market for new porn stars. At least good ones. Ones that really get into what they're doing and are attractive. You and Stella are believable. That's rare. Most people are acting and it shows. So no one can relate to them."
"What are we going to do now?" asked Stella. "Will we still do a regular session? I mean, well, I had fun, but I was really hoping to try out for the magazine."
"You will," laughed Peter. "This doesn't usually happen this way. Most of the time it's work. Fun, but work. I think you'll both make it okay. We'll know more when the photos are developed. Do either of you have an agent?"
"No," said Brandy. "We didn't think we'd need one."
"It's a good idea," said Peter. "This was fun, but business is business, and you need to protect yourselves. I have a few that I can recommend. Just let me know. You, too, Freddy. There's no way I'll let you go back to the coffee service!"
"Gee, thanks!" said Freddy. "Will I get a raise?"
"A large one!" laughed Peter. "One to match your main attraction!"
"I can introduce you to mine," offered Ronnie. She was gazing at Freddy like she'd like to have him bronzed and put on her mantle.
Freddy gazed back. "Since I'll make enough now, I can afford to go out. Would you go out with me?"
"I'd love to!" said Ronnie. "The sooner the better!"
"Now don't wear out our new star," laughed Peter. "We need to get busy and do the stills Hung is waiting to see. Get yourselves together and let's take some pictures!"
For the next two hours, they posed under the hot lights as Peter worked his magic behind the camera. Alone and together, in different combinations, they worked. They recovered from their first bouts of fuck fever and the sessions had a high sexual overtone from all of them being excited again.
When Brandy's nipples weren't as erect as Peter thought they should be, Freddy sucked on one while Ronnie did the other. Brandy's hand naturally went to her slit as she became aroused.
"Keep it up," said Peter. "Your lust is showing! Just what we want. Don't climax!"
"Why?" whined Stella, stroking Freddy's hard dong.
"Because we don't want our readers to think you've had it! They have to look at you and believe that you are wanting it! Then they can fantasize that they are the ones who are going to give it to you! Why do you think there are so many of our magazines in bathrooms? Lots of them with the pages stuck together."
"Don't worry," Brandy told her. "We'll go back to my place later, and we'll find a way to relieve all this tension. You and Freddy are invited to join us," she told Ronnie.
"Thanks, but I think we have other plans. We need some time alone to get to know each other better," she said, her eyes only for Freddy. He was looking as lovingly at her.
"You know," said Stella, "I think now that Freddy has lost his cherry, there won't be any stopping him! He has a lot of time to make up for and it looks like he found the one to make it up with!"
Brandy agreed, watching the two lovebirds. It still bothered her about Ronnie. Every once in a while she looked at her in a certain way and she still got the feeling that she knew her from somewhere. But where? She felt it would come to her sooner or later. In the meantime, she still had her original job to do.
"You all know Rick, don't you?" she asked. They nodded. "I heard when I was at the mansion that they're looking for his sister. It's really a shame that she's missing."
"Why?" snapped Ronnie. "What makes it such a shame?"
Brandy was startled by her tone of voice. "I just meant there must be people worried about her. She does have parents. They must be worried sick."
"I've met her parents," hissed Ronnie. "If they're worried, it's not about her. It's about their reputation and what people will say about them. They'd be happiest if she was found in a dumpster somewhere."
"How can you say such a thing?" asked Brandy.
"Because I ... I ... just know ... I told you I've met them. If Ginny was found dead, they could have a big-assed funeral on their TV show and have millions pouring in to help them with their sorrow. If she's just gone, making a life for herself, then there is always the chance she'll do something to embarrass the kingdom and they'll lose money. I hope they never find her!" Ronnie jumped up and grabbed her clothes. Freddy was right behind her. "If they were really worried about it, why didn't they go public? Can you tell me that? I can tell you. They either aren't looking and just keeping their fingers crossed, piously of course, or, at the most, they've hired some big, fat cigar-smoking private dick to find out the truth, and if it isn't the truth they're after, they'll buy him off or bump him off."
She turned and stomped from the room, Freddy right behind her. "Wow!" said Brandy. "I was only repeating some gossip. I didn't realize I would upset her so much."
"You can upset a lot of people that way," said Peter. "I've also had the dubious pleasure of meeting those people. Believe me when I tell you that Ronnie was right on the mark. Anyone you run into who knows Ginny will tell you the same thing. And anyone who finds her and tells on her will find out she has a lot of friends. Good friends."
Brandy couldn't figure out all the hostility. She thought Ginny had been rather sheltered. At least, her parents thought so. Now it seems like a lot of un-likely people knew her and liked her. That private entrance must've had a lot of use, not only for people to get in, but also to let Ginny out.
That explained the sexy clothes in the closet, the lingerie and heels. Ginny wore them when she went out. But where did she go? Who did she go with? Brandy thought there must be a lot of people who knew and just weren't talking. But why? All she wanted to do was find Ginny and make sure she was all right. From what she had seen and heard so far, she figured that she wasn't in any danger, just in hiding, but she had to be sure. That's what she was getting paid for.
Stella and Brandy arrived at Brandy's place before the others. "Let's take a hot shower and jacuzzi to relax," Brandy suggested.
Stella followed her into the huge bathroom and Brandy turned on the shower. It was oversized, with four shower heads aimed in different directions.
"Wow!" said Stella. "It's like being in PE again. Community showers!"
Brandy laughed. "Kinda like it, but all the heads are turned so that they focus on one spot. That way, you just have to get in. You don't have to turn around to do your back or sides, since the water is all around you. Pretty neat, huh?" She removed her clothes and entered the shower. "Come on in. The water's fine!"
Stella quickly stripped and joined Brandy. The water felt so good. Relaxing and stimulating at the same time. "Give me the soap," said Stella. "I'll do your back."
Brandy handed her the shower gel and turned so her back was to Stella. She felt Stella's hands rubbing the gel gently over her back, then lower across her ass cheeks. Stella's fingers slipped between those cheeks and rubbed up and down Brandy's crack.
"I really liked what you did today," she told Brandy. "I never thought I could get into assfucking, but your finger really felt good. It was exciting, being able to feel Peter's prick and your finger at the same time."
"I know," said Brandy, getting aroused from the feel of Stella's fingers. "It's even better when it's two pricks. Wait till you try it!"
"Maybe we could help with that," they heard as the shower door was opened. They both jumped, then giggled at the sight of Grizz and Rick standing there with hard-ons. Ruth was between them, a hand on each stiff pole.
"Well, come on in. There's room for all of us if we get close," said Brandy. "We'll have to get creative, since we have an uneven number of guys and gals."
"No you don't!" said Frank as he entered. "I'm here, too!"
Even as big as the shower was, it got pretty crowded with six adults in it, especially when three of them had erections that threatened to knock out the walls!
The shower gel was passed around and they each took some. Hands roamed over bodies, smoothing the slick gel over everyone.
Brandy giggled. "I've had my twat washed by at least three different people and my tits massaged by everyone. This is the best shower I ever took."
"I take back what I said about PE," said Stella. "We never did anything like this in the showers!"
"That's for sure!" said Ruth. "If we had, I don't think there would have been so many students trying to get out of it."
"Hell, no!" agreed Grizz. "They'd have had to have a waiting list of those that wanted to get in."
"But no one would ever do any of the exercises or play any games," said Brandy. "They'd spend the whole time hitting the showers."
"I'll go along with 'hitting the showers," ' said Rick. "But, they could find all kinds of games to play there!"
"I think we should try to make up some right now," said Grizz. "It is in the interest of education, after all. We could be pioneers in the shower games. Maybe we could eventually even make it an Olympic event!"
"I'll bet I know which gold medal Freddy would get!" laughed Stella.
"Freddy?" asked Frank. "Who the hell is Freddy?"
"You don't mean the coffee guy at Peter's studio?" asked Rick.
"One and the same," answered Brandy. "Only, he's not a coffee guy any longer. Peter's going to make him a star."
"Well, it's about time. I wonder why Peter never did it before," said Rick. "Maybe he didn't know, but I thought he'd catch on."
"What are you talking about?" asked Grizz. "And which event?"
Rick answered. "There's a guy who works at Peter's studio. Really quiet, shy, retiring. You know the type. Well, once in a while, someone would walk into the men's room when he was at the urinal. I guess none of the women ever saw him, and maybe Peter never did either, since he has his own john in his office.
"Well, to make a long story short, anyone who has seen him, calls him 'Tree.'"
"Tree?"
"Yeah, like in tree trunk. The guy is hung like a mule!"
"All this talk has got me horny," complained Stella. "When are we going to play?"
"Right now!" hollered Grizz, grabbing for her tits. "We'll make up the rules as we go!"
"Rules?" asked Brandy. "Who needs rules? All we need is to make each other happy and satisfied." She felt a hand go between her legs from behind, searching between them for her slit. It had to be Frank. His gel-covered fingers went right to her clit, which quivered in response. She felt her pussy lips twitch as they sensed a pleasurable time coming to them.
Rick was rubbing Stella's tits, his palms making lazy circles over the large orbs. "Did you meet anyone else interesting?" he asked.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There was a general shuffling of bodies as everyone vied for position. "We ought to wear blindfolds," suggested Rick. "Then we could guess who was doing what to whom."
"Just close your eyes," answered Frank. "As for me, I want to feast my eyes on all the goodies!"
Brandy ended up behind Grizz. The huge hairy back was familiar to her and felt good under her hands. Just like him, she thought. Solid and warm. As her soapy hands wandered from the nape of his neck southwards, she felt Rick's hands doing the same to her.
They, too, felt familiar. Gentle and caring hands, focused on her pleasure. She reached the cheeks of Grizz's ass at the same time she felt Rick's on her own. She found herself mimicking what Rick was doing. When his hand slid between her legs to fondle her pussy, she sent hers in search of Grizz's balls.
She couldn't see around Grizz, but she knew he was working on Ruth, since she could see Frank and Stella to her side. They were all doing the same things! A group grope for sure!
Her pussy twitched and brought her mind back to her own business ... getting laid. She shoved her rear toward Rick and felt his hardon prodding her back. She reached around and guided him between her legs.
With her other hand, she reached farther in front of her, between Grizz's legs, and pushed his rigid rod toward Ruth's slippery groove.
Rick slid between her legs and into her snatch with little urging. The shower gel made things slick, but her own cunt juices were even slicker!
Rick's hands came around her and cupped her tits, his thumbs playing with her upright nipples. He held onto her as he pushed forward, but they were slippery all over from the water and the gel, and they pushed hard into Grizz.
Brandy heard Grizz groan as he poked his way into Ruth, who in turn, had to grab Frank's back to keep from falling. Stella just got a beautiful smile on her face as she was pushed into Rick by Frank's pecker power.
"Is this a new kind of circle jerk?" asked Frank.
"Yeah," answered Grizz. "You'll notice that, unlike the old type, our group invites girls. Makes it a lot more fun."
"Right," added Rick. "And in this kind, we're all winners!"
The warm water cascaded over the sex-crazed six as they rubbed and fucked. Brandy didn't remember when she had so much fun! Well, maybe as much, but this was once again, something new.
She lifted her face so that the water caressed her closed eyes and mouth, and ran down to where Rick was rubbing her tits. With every forward thrust of his hips, his prong was buried even deeper inside of her.
She could hear the grunts of the fuckers and the fuckees as the whole circle banged and withdrew in unison. We could be a circus act, she thought, The Fabulous Fuckers! See them in action! Watch their coordination!
She had to be careful not to start laughing at the thought of the picture they must make. Then again, didn't people laugh when they were having fun?
A giggle escaped her pursed lips. It must have been contagious, as a couple of seconds later, she heard an echo from Stella. Then Ruth joined in the merriment!
"What gives?" asked Frank, huffing from the exertion of keeping time with the group.
"It has to be Brandy that started it," answered Grizz. "She always giggles when you get serious. It just means she's enjoying herself."
For some reason, that broke the girls up even more and they all three burst out laughing at the same time. They couldn't seem to quit! They'd try to stop and concentrate on what the guys were doing to them and what they were doing, when one of them would crack, and soon all three were laughing so hard they couldn't keep in formation!
"That's it!" yelled Rick. "We're gettin' outta here!" He backed slowly out of the circle, his cock still buried inside Brandy. His hands pressed her boobs, pulling her back with him. Not that she'd have it any other way! She didn't want to lose that column of delight! Not when it was right where she wanted it!
She placed her hands over Rick's and they took tiny steps backwards together, leaving the shower. Grizz took his cue from them and followed with Ruth. She didn't have to walk backwards. He just picked her up so her feet were off the floor, her ass tight against his belly, and her twat covering his dick like a well-fitting glove.
Before Brandy and Rick backed out the door, she saw Frank and Stella taking advantage of the rest of them leaving. Stella went down on her hands and knees and Frank never missed a stroke.
Rick backed Brandy over to the bed, pulled out, turned her around like a dancer, and they fell on the velvet spread. Brandy didn't know quite how she ended up on the bottom, but she didn't care. Her legs went up over Rick's shoulders and her pussy tried to consume Rick's cock.
She could hear Ruth and Grizz and knew that they once again were at each other on the carpet. They never made it as far as the guestroom bed. She wasn't even sure they made it into that room. They still might be in the hallway! She was glad for them that she had invested in only the best. At least they didn't have to worry about carpet burns!
Rick plunged into her harder and harder. Brandy could see the muscles of his belly ripple as they expanded and contracted when Rick drove in and pulled out. He was pushing her across the bed with the force of his thrusts!
Brandy raised her arms over her head and grabbed the brass rails of the headboard for leverage! She straightened her arms and was able to hold her position when he pistoned forward. It felt like every stroke was going deeper and filling her fuller! Her cunt tried to hold onto him when he slid almost out, then welcomed him back when he again probed her depths.
He withdrew all but the head of his cock and held there. Brandy looked up, deep into his dark eyes. They were shining there above her. She could almost feel the heat coming from them as they bore into hers.
When she thought she couldn't stand it another second, he lunged forward! Brandy's eyes closed. She wasn't sure if the sparks she saw were real or not! She didn't care! Again he pulled out to the last fraction of an inch and hovered there. Once more she opened her eyes and lost herself in his.
Her body was strained to its limits, wanting him! Wanting to join him in that place two people go when their bodies achieve blessed release!
"Please...." It was almost a whisper coming from her. "Please...." There was nothing else that needed to be said. The smile on his face told her everything she needed to know as he plunged within her again, then again and again. Long powerful strokes that took them to the summit ... then over the top of Mt. Lust!
Brandy thought she heard someone scream along way off. When her senses started to come back to their earthly ties, she realized the screams had been from her. She and Rick together had vocalized a lusty duet of satisfaction.
"Oh, God," she said when she could get enough breath back to speak, "every time I think I know what it will be like with you, it is different. Wonderfully different."
"You bring out the sexual artist in me," he replied, nuzzling one of her tits. "My body wants to compose new music with yours every time we are together. I don't think I could ever tire of you, not even if we spent the rest of our lives together here in this one bed in this one room."
"Maybe we can work on some of that," replied Brandy, "but there are some unfinished things I have to do first ... like locate that sister of yours. Remember her?"
"Of course, I remember. I could never forget Ginny. I just think you're on a quest that you should have stayed out of. She's okay. Can't you just tell our folks that?"
"What do you mean? Do you know where she is? Why didn't you tell me? Are you sure she's all right? Is she being held against her will?"
"Nothing like that!" snapped Rick. "I just told you, she's fine and she's happy. What more do you want?"
Brandy was stunned at the turn of events that was taking place. Only a few minutes ago, she was in a blissful state of total relaxation with a companion she thought had everything she'd ever want in a man. But now? He was keeping secrets from her.
"Why don't you trust me, Rick?" she asked softly, trying to defuse the situation.
"I've trusted other people, and I've been sorry for it. There's also a lot I don't have the answers to. I think there are still a lot of lies that will come to light. I love my sister. What ever happens, I don't want to see her hurt."
Rick was grabbing at his clothes and pulling them on as fast as he could.
"Can I help you in some way?" Brandy asked. "I'd never hurt you or Ginny. You've got to believe that!"
"I want to," he said, turning at the door to look at her. "I really want to. But there are still some answers I need to find out about myself, and about Ginny. Once I work things out, I'll let you know."
Brandy heard the front door close as Grizz walked into her room. "I heard a lot of yelling, and it didn't sound like mating calls. Where's Rick?"
"He's gone," answered Brandy. "He doesn't trust me. Said he had some things to find out, but Ginny is okay. What am I going to do now? I don't want him hurt."
"I think it's time we really got down to business. Let's get the others in here and get some serious investigating going."
He called the others and they filed in. Brandy told them all that had happened. "And then he just left," she finished, feeling like she wanted to cry. She had broken a rule of hers. Never fall for a client. It can only cause problems. But she had, and now it was all coming down on her.
"Okay," said Grizz as they gathered in the living room. "Let's compare notes and see what we have."
"I followed up on some of the places that were circled in those ads you gave me," said Frank. "Some were phone sex, some were those places where the girls dance behind glass and do whatever the client wants to watch. No prostitution."
"I couldn't find out anything else on our Adonis friend," said Grizz. "I went back and questioned Sun Lee when she got off work. She said she'd never seen Ginny, from the picture I showed her, and I believe her. So he was telling the truth about her not ever working there. I guess we're at a dead end, unless you found something today, Brandy."
"Not a thing. Stella and I just had our pictures taken. There was this girl, Ronnie. Got really upset when I mentioned Ginny. There's something strange there, but I can't put my finger on it."
"Well," said Ruth, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest, "I didn't visit any people, but I learned more than any of you." They all turned in her direction. "Where? What?" They all talked at once.
"While Frank did some of his calling, I did some of my own. Only I used a computer. We have some pretty sophisticated stuff downtown. Comes in handy if you're not afraid of computers." She looked at Frank, who ducked his head.
"Anyway, you gave me a list, too. I did some electronic checking. They all have one thing in common."
"Well, what!" Brandy almost screamed. "Directly or indirectly, through a bunch of dummy corporations, they all involve Hung Hoffer to some extent or other. Mostly, it looks like he just invested money here and there to get someone started in their own business, and he just takes a small percentage in return. Nothing illegal. Just interesting that those were the ones circled."
"I think maybe we need to make another trip to the Hoffer mansion," said Brandy.
"Yeah," agreed Grizz. "But how do we get in? I mean, Rick sure isn't cooperating any longer, and we really don't want to be announced. We just need to do some looking around."
"No problem," said Brandy. "My tits have got me in to a lot of places. I think I just might have to make some new friends."
The five of them spent the rest of the evening devising a plan to get in. They finally decided that it was best if just Grizz and Brandy actually went in. Ruth and Frank would stay within calling distance in case they were needed, and Stella would stay by the phone in case Rick called. She could stall him until Brandy said otherwise.
Grizz kept Brandy company through the night. It was comforting to have a good friend with her, one who wouldn't judge her mistakes. His body, almost as familiar as her own, wrapped her in a cocoon of safety.
Her cunt, ever on the scent of a cock, pressed against Grizz. His pecker rose quickly as he kissed and suckled Brandy's tits. Without a word, Grizz slid into her. They fit perfectly. They had been together many times, and it was always good.
From another room, they heard the moans and soft cries of Ruth, Frank and Stella. They looked at each other and smiled. Group gropes were nice, but so was this. A nice lazy fuck. One that was a natural tranquilizer for the body and the mind.
"I never get tired of you," whispered Grizz. "I like a lot of women, and I like to fuck anything that will stand still long enough, but I always seem to end up with you."
"I know what you mean," she answered. "We know each other. We know what we like, or don't like, and we don't have to pretend."
Her pussy sure liked getting it on with Grizz's dick. As Grizz pistoned in and out, Brandy raised her hips to meet him. She got lost in the movements and the pleasure and, for a time, forgot her problems.
"Give it to me," she told him "Give it to me hard! You know how I like it! Shove it in deeper! Deeper! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried as her legs wrapped around his waist and they came together in a shuddering climax.
They went to sleep that way. Brandy felt sure that with Grizz helping her, she'd find out the answers to all her questions.
The next day, they decided to wait until dusk to gain entrance to the mansion. They took the gold Mercedes. Brandy drove and dropped Grizz next to one of the walls. She would create a diversion so that he could get in. If she played her cards right, she wouldn't have any trouble getting in herself.
She drove up to the gates and smiled at the guard. "I'm expected," she said. "Bambi told me to come on over." She just hoped that Bambi hadn't taken off for the night and would remember her.
"Well, now," said the guard, sweeping off his hat. "I don't remember seeing you before. Bambi might be hard to reach. She's usually in the pool. Might take a while."
Brandy looked him over. Not too bad. A little young. A little too eager to do the job right ... but ... his eyes were roving over her body, covered in black silk that fit like a second skin. As he watched, her nipples hardened and grew taut against the fabric.
"What about if I can show you proof that I'm a friend of Bambi's, and have been a guest here before. I even had a shoot with Peter Quinn. You may be seeing a lot of me soon."
"Well, there's lots of people who name drop," he answered. "You could get those names off any issue of the magazine. That doesn't prove anything."
Brandy read the name tag over the pocket of his uniform shirt. "David. That's always been one of my favorite names. There is something else I could show you that is kind of a trademark for being here."
"And just what have you got to convince me?" he asked.
Brandy gently opened the door he was leaning on so she could swing her legs out. She crooked a finger at him. "You'll have to come closer to see," she whispered. "After all, we don't want this secret to get out, do we?"
David hesitated, then came around the door so he was standing in front of Brandy's knees. She hiked her dress, showing the tops of her stockings and a couple of inches of creamy thighs.
David was starting to pant and a band of
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
David was kneeling outside the car. His hands went under her hips and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pulling her forward to the edge of the seat. Brandy wondered why he used his hands. As much suction as he had on her pussy, he could've just sucked her there!
She looked down and saw the beginning of a bald spot on top of his head, showing beneath the sandy-colored strands he had carefully combed over it, trying to hide it.
She felt his tongue probe deeper and deeper, swirling around the inside of her box. He seemed to want every dew drop of cum before it even formed! It came back out and explored her hairless gash. When he found her clit, he acted like a guy who had found the prize in the Cracker Jacks!
He vibrated and rubbed furiously, attending to it like it was the last of its kind! Brandy was taken by surprise! She hadn't really felt horny when this started! It was only a means to an end, but what an end! And it was close! He already had her to the brink!
Without a sound, and without ever breaking the original suction he had applied, David brought her to the top of desire and sent her spiraling over! He continued to suck until her body went limp in the seat.
"Where did you learn such a skill?" asked Brandy.
David stood up and grinned at her. "Don't you remember where I work? How could anyone be around here and not pick up some pointers." She heard a ringing in the background. David turned toward the guard shack. Brandy could see his enormous hard-on straining against his uniform trousers.
"Duty calls," he said to her. "I just hope you remember this and come back to see me real soon. I have a few other things I could show you. Go on in when I open the gates. That shaved pussy of yours is the ticket in. Have fun!"
Brandy pulled herself back up in the seat, adjusted her clothes and drove through, blowing a kiss to David as she passed him. She would have to go back to see him ... and soon!
Just as she was even with a small grove of trees, Grizz stepped out beside the drive. She stopped so he could get in. "Was it hard getting over the wall?"
"Hell, I didn't have to climb the wall. I went through the guard shack while you were washing his face with pussy juice! Neither one of you was paying any attention to anything else. I could have gotten a whole platoon through there while you were busy."
Just as Brandy thought, her Mercedes would fit in with the rest of the cars in the large driveway, including Rick's. At least she knew he was here. It was dark now, too. They got out and headed around the corner of the house, toward the pool area.
Once they determined no one was watching them, they crept close to the outside wall of the mansion. A neatly trimmed hedge gave them cover. They edged to a doorway, then entered when they saw the room was empty.
"What now?" whispered Grizz.
"Rick is here somewhere. I think if we find him, we find the answers to a lot of questions. Things have gotten really weird. Let's just look around and see if we can find anyone." They managed to keep out of the sight of the various servants going in and out about their business. Brandy led the way deeper into the heart of the mansion. She held up her hand for Grizz to stop. She heard voices being raised somewhere ahead. Slowly they inched toward the sounds.
"I tell you, they'll never find out! And if they do, so what? What could they do?"
The door was cracked slightly and Brandy chanced a glance inside. It was obviously the library. The speaker was sitting in a high back chair, with his back to her. She could see the sleeve of a smoking jacket as he waved his arm, making gestures as he spoke. Even with no other clues, Brandy knew it was none other than Hung Hoffer himself!
"What can they do?" Brandy recognized Rick's voice. "They can do all kinds of things. What if she's kidnapped and just disappears? They have the means to do whatever they want."
"Just calm down," said Hung. "They wouldn't dare. Just think about it."
"You just don't know," Rick started. "You don't know my parents."
Just then, Hung turned and Brandy saw his face in profile. She was stunned! She thought she had somehow made a mistake. What was going on here? She didn't even try to be quiet any longer.
"I wonder if you know your parents, Rick," she said. Rick and Hung both swiveled toward her. "You must be the Brandy I've heard so much about," said Hung, rising to greet her. "What are you doing here?" asked Rick.
"I needed some answers, too. I guess you finally have yours," she told him. "How long have you known?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
Brandy couldn't believe it, but he did seem confused. She looked from one man to the other. Full face, it wasn't so obvious, but still....
"He doesn't know," Hung answered her silent question. "He's never been told. He just grew up thinking I was a special friend. I was going to tell him tonight."
"Tell me what?" asked Rick.
Hung looked at Rick. "That I'm your father. Your real father."
Rick sat down, stunned.
Grizz, who had waited behind a large potted plant in the hall, came into the room, half-carrying a struggling girl. Brandy recognized the platinum hair. "Ronnie! What are you doing here?"
"She was listening by the door," answered Grizz. "I thought since she was sneaking around, I'd better find out why."
"Let go of me!" screamed Ronnie. As she struggled and hit at Grizz, something must've gotten in her eye. She rubbed at it, then dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. "Don't move!" she yelled. "I've lost a contact."
Brandy dropped to the floor to help her look. "Here it is," she said, seeing the round shiny object on the carpet. She picked it up and started to hand it to Ronnie when she noticed something odd about it.
She looked into Ronnie's face and saw one blue eye, and one hazel. "Ginny."
"So? So you found me. Go tell my parents. See if I care." Ginny turned to Hung. "If they are my parents. How many more surprises do you have for us?"
"I think everyone better sit down and I'll explain everything," said Hung. "It should've been done a long time ago, but Prue begged me not to."
"My mother?" asked Ginny.
"Yes. Your mother ... my ex-wife."
"What?" Everyone in the room had to sit down then! This was sure not what they had expected.
"You and Rick are half-siblings. Your mother divorced me a month after Rick was born. Not that I blamed her. She married Randy and then had you."
"Didn't you want me?" asked Rick quietly. "Of course, I wanted you," said Hung. "I thought the life they offered would be better for you. But I always stayed close and always had someone watching you to make sure you had everything you needed. When you got older, I saw I should've done things differently, but it was too late. All I could do was arrange to pretend to meet you and offer my home as I would to a close friend."
"Does my father know all of this?" asked Ginny.
"Most of it," said Hung. "He couldn't do much without tipping his own hand. And, I have to admit, you were part of the reason I left Rick there. I knew how close you two were, and I knew he would watch out for you."
"Well, what now?" asked Grizz. "I think you have a lot to talk about. What do you want us to do?"
"Do whatever you have to," said Ginny. "I'll have to live with it."
"All I have to do is tell your folks you're all right," said Brandy. "But I do think you should call them and tell them yourself. Or better yet, call Brooks. He would love to hear from you. Then he can give them a message. That ought to snap both garters!"
"But what about your fee?" asked Rick.
"I don't need it," said Brandy. "I'd rather see them brought down."
"I guess we owe you," said Rick. "I know I do. I should've trusted you more."
"It's okay," she told him, going to his side. "You gave me a lot. You taught me a lot, and I hope the lessons will continue. Tell me, did you learn this all from Hung?"
"Well," grinned Hung, "I might've given him a few pointers. I have to admit, he's a quick study."
"If we're done here, can I go play by the pool?" asked Grizz.
"Go ahead," laughed Brandy. "I'm sure no one will mind. I know you're really attracted to the pool toys Hung keeps out there!"
"Like son like father?" she asked. Brandy noticed that Hung had the same compact body style as Rick, and many of the same attractive features. Her tingling twat sent a message to her, telling her to investigate further.
"But, what about me?" asked Ginny. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I just can't go back there!"
"Then don't," said Brandy.
"That's right," said Hung. "You have a home here the same as Rick. You can continue to keep the books for me on all those little side ventures of mine, and pose for the magazine, too, if you still want to."
"Speaking of those ventures," said Brandy, "was one of them with a guy named Adonis?" Hung laughed. "He called me as soon as you left his place. He knew that 'Ronnie' was really Ginny, and that she kept the books for me. He was watching out for his own skin."
"Say, son," he said, turning to Rick. "Have you ever shown your friend Brandy the sandwich trick I taught you?"
Brandy grinned. "He sure did, but only once. I really look forward to trying it again."
"Well, I called home," said Ginny, coming back into the library. "You were right, Brandy. I should've called Brooks before. I can just hear the folks when he tells them I called, and where I am."
"That's their problem," said Rick. "They will know from now on that they can't run either one of us. I don't think I'll ever go back there. I can't believe Mother lied all these years."
"Don't be too hard on her," said Hung. "Like I said, we tried to do what was best."
"I have to go back," said Ginny. "At least to visit. I want them all to meet Freddy. I think we might be getting married soon."
"That's wonderful!" said Brandy. "I knew you hit it off well."
"I think we ought to go out by the pool and socialize a bit," said Hung. "And I can tell the girls and everyone else about my son! No more secrets."
They headed toward the pool. They heard the laughter before they got there. Even though she had been there before, Brandy was still struck by the number of beautiful women ... and men. Grizz was in the middle of a bevy of beauties, looking like he'd died and gone to heaven!
Brandy waved to a few she had met before, and headed for the side of the pool. She didn't see any reason to bother with a suit. It sure didn't look like anyone else had! She heard Hung making his announcement as she slid into the warm water.
It felt so relaxing. She could really enjoy herself now. She lay back, floating, her eyes closed. All her questions had been answered and it looked like it would all turn out well for everyone.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Hung had removed his smoking jacket and everything else he'd been wearing and entered the water. His hand brushed lightly over one of her nipples. "I can see why my son spent so much time with you."
Brandy's cunt clenched on an imaginary prick, telling her it wanted filling ... soon! She opened her eyes and looked around at all the beautiful models. "Why haven't you settled down with one of them?" she asked him.
"I love women. Not a woman. I just can't help it! Everything about them fascinates me. They are the same, yet all are different. Take these for instance." His hands covered as much of each breast as they could. "All women have them, and yet, each has its own unique feel, weight, skin texture and," his head bent slightly to drop a soft kiss on the nearest tit, "taste."
"Then these," he continued, twirling each nipple between practiced fingers, "these come in all sizes and colors and, of course," once again his lips met with her tingling flesh, "taste"
His skillful hands roamed lower on her floating body. His tongue entered her navel and swirled around there. "Every belly button is different. Different size, some outies, some innies, and all of them delicious."
Brandy kept trying to stay relaxed enough to float, but the tension was building in her body and she felt herself start to sink. Hung held her around the waist and she ended up facing him in the shoulder-deep water.
His hands cupped the globes of her ass. "Ahhh," he sighed. "The second set of cheeks. So round and firm and soft. I could spend days just kneading an ass like yours."
Brandy felt his cock rise and rest against her belly. Others had entered the pool and were playing and splashing. The waves they created seemed to push her and Hung closer together.
"Do you mind if I cut in?" asked Rick, coming up behind her.
"Cut in? I don't think so," laughed Hung. "But I will share. I really want to find out all about this woman who fascinates you so much."
Hung's hands moved to Brandy's chest and he started to gently squeeze her tits. Rick closed in behind her, his cock along her back.
Wonderful! Hard pricks. One in front and one in back! Her whole body quivered in delight! It knew! They were going to make this night one to remember!
Brandy thrust her ass backwards so that Rick could find her little puckered hole. He nudged his cockhead against it. Gently, then firmer, pushing his way past any resistance that was left. An inch, then two, and finally his whole length filled her ass.
"Way to go, son," said Hung. "You did learn your lessons well, and I'm pleased you're passing them on." He put his hands on Brandy's waist and pulled her forward. She tipped her lower body to him, and as Rick slipped partly out the back, Hung entered her twat.
No wonder they call him 'Hung' thought Brandy. His pecker slid in farther and farther, filling her pussy with the wonderful man meat it craved.
"Hey! Look!" yelled someone in the pool. "Hung and Rick have a Brandy sandwich! Like father, like son!"
Soon there was a ring of people around them, some watching, but most trying to imitate what they were seeing!
Brandy slid partially away from Hung and back onto Rick. She had to put her hands on Hung's shoulders for balance. Suddenly, Hung pushed forward again while Rick was still in as deep as he could go!
"Relax," whispered Rick. "Go with the flow"
Brandy realized she'd been holding her breath. She let it out slowly and tried to relax her body. Then her body took over. What her mind had registered as shock, her body told her was wonderful! She no longer had to hang on. She was suspended between the two, her feet off the bottom of the pool, hanging from two cocks!
They two men both pulled out slightly, then pushed forward. It was heaven! They pulled out a little farther, then rushed back in! They were a perfectly matched set. Each seemed to know precisely what the other was going to do! They matched stroke for stroke!
Brandy's cunt was hot with her burning lust. Her ass was clenching Rick's cock like it would never let it go! She could feel both of them! They were like two huge velvet-covered steel rods, pistoning in and out of her hot engine!
"Go! Go! Go!" Brandy could hear the crowd cheering them on.
They were making so many waves of their own now that the water kept splashing into her face. She wondered why it didn't sizzle! She was so hot! She felt like the cocks inside her ought to melt from the heat in her body!
"Get ready, son," said Hung.
"Anytime, Dad," answered Rick.
They didn't have to tell Brandy. She felt it! It was like the entire universe was reduced to her and these two men! Her cunt and their cocks! They would fuse together into one! They had to! The heat was too much for anything else!
She felt her body preparing for the ultimate joining! She knew it would be the climax of the century! Closer and closer. Hotter and hotter! The cocks inside her ... ramming her ... deeper and deeper ... harder and harder!
"Let's ... gooooooo!" yelled Hung, lunging into her one last time.
Rick's final thrust felt like it went deeper than any had ever gone before! "I'm cumming!" he shouted.
Brandy didn't know what she screamed, or even for how long! She just knew that the liquid fire from the three of them was in the furnace of her pussy! On and on ... wave after delicious roaring wave of release!
Somehow they managed to keep their heads above water and not drown. Later as they floated in a contented afterglow, she wondered how. She had lost all contact with reality and the real world for a while. Her body had taken over totally.
At least, she was finally satisfied! Well, as....
EPILOGUE
Stella's boobs jiggled as she walked across the carpet in Brandy's office. "I got it! I got the May issue! Do you believe it! Peter is so good! All my photos look fantastic, and he made my tits look even bigger!"
"That's hard to believe," laughed Brandy. "Really," added Grizz. "I still think they need to be in a record book somewhere!"
"Ruth nudged Frank. "What do you think? Are you going to buy all the May issues so you can tell everyone down at the station that you know Stella?"
"It'd be a temptation," he answered. "After all, I can't very well tell them about those fantastic nipples of yours! They might gossip about us!" Rick laughed. "Do you think it would matter?" he asked. "After all, nothing could top the scandal of Randy Jones and his wife. I kinda feel sorry for the way the press is treating Mom, but I sure am glad she left Randy and is living with Hung. My two parents, finally together."
"And," added Brandy," they not only took Ginny there to live with them and be Hung's business manager, but Brooks and all the other help went, too."
"You all are welcome to come and visit anytime. Hung would really like to see you again sometime, Brandy."
"I liked him, too, but I think we ought to try sharing our education with the world."
"By the way, Brandy," said Ruth. "What was going on in the pool before we got there? We could hear the crowd cheering from outside the gates!"
Grizz got a silly grin on his face. "I think it'd be a whole lot easier to show you than to tell you."
"Right," said Rick as he unzipped his pants. "We really need to show you how it's done!" Brandy could see Ruth's nipples standing erect in anticipation. She walked over to Ruth and helped her off with her blouse, then undid her bra. She bent down and took one of the tasty morsels between her lips.
"You're right," said Rick, watching them. "It started something like that. Only by the time I got behind her, Hung was in front and ... "
"That's okay," said Grizz. "This doesn't have to be exactly like it was. We can improvise. You take the front this time." Brandy felt him raising her skirt above her waist. The cool air kissed the cheeks of her ass before she felt the warmth of Grizz's body closing in.
"Don't leave me out!" yelled Stella, stripping as fast as she could!
"Don't worry," Frank told her. "We can watch them and then play monkey see, monkey do."
There isn't anything to worry about, thought Brandy. We're all here and we're all horny. What more could life have to offer? Unless it was another interesting case.
