Model Cherry Johnson, young and beautiful, welcomes home her brother, Joe, who has been away on a treasure hunting expedition. She doesn't allow him to return to his parental home, where he has planned to resume his relationship with his mother, with whom he has been intimate since a lad. Cherry whisks him to her pad where they set up housekeeping as husband and wife. Her landlady, eighty-year-old Nellie Nelson, ferrets out their secret and Johnson is forced into an act of perversion with her to keep her quiet. Caught in action by Nellie's granddaughter, Emily, who immediately lusts for him, threatens to have him arrested. He is bound in an ever-tightening net of sexuality and revolting relationships.
In spite of trying to keep Cherry from finding out about his indiscretions and fulfilling his obligations to her desires, he enters into a partnership with an old friend, Carl Reynolds, who comes up with various outlandish ideas to make a boodle. They decide to promote a rock festival on Reynolds' farm and Johnson is advance man to persuade hippies, far-out musicians and their followers to attend. Despite Carl's futile dearth of money-making schemes in the past, this one is successful.
Pretty, pert Lola Osborn, a former neighbor who now makes a fine living from certain lewd acts she performs for the pleasure of men and who has ideas of her own concerning Joe's virility, reenters the lives of brother and sister. Lola hints that Cherry has her own little sex enterprises going. Joe's suspicions are confirmed, he confronts Cherry and, after a quarrel, he moves out.
Returning to his former home, his mother tries to seduce him into a continuation of their former association, but Joe makes it plain that, if he moves back into his boyhood home, he does it as a son and not as a lover.
Having previously made a date with Emily for the following day, he calls for her, craving her companionship and yearning to possess her body. Emily is more than willing to submit, since she has also hoped for a sexual interlude. Instead of going out, they indulge in a violent sex orgy, after which they tentatively conclude to make their relationship permanent.
CHAPTER ONE
The statuesque, stunning blonde who latched possessively onto his left arm said in a sexy voice, "Hi, you gorgeous hunk of man. I'm rushing you to my lair to rape you again and again until you can't come anymore."
Joe stared into large, sultry brown eyes. "You're not Cherry?" he gasped. This magnificent chick couldn't be the kid sister whom he hadn't seen in two years. Babes just didn't fill out like this in such a short period of time.
She laughed merrily and clutched his arm the tighter. "Surprised, huh, big brother?"
He swallowed hard. "Flabbergasted is the word."
She rambled on, "I'm eighteen, you know, and ripe for the picking. You should be flattered that I've saved myself for you all these years. It hasn't been easy, with Pa having been after me even before I was ten."
"How is the old bastard?" he growled.
"Ornery as ever. Chasin' pussy all over the state."
Johnson frowned. "That figures. What about Mom? I rather expected her to meet me at the airport."
Cherry giggled. "There never was a healthier, more robust dame. She did intend to pick you up, but sort of got tied up in bed this morning."
He made a face. "With a man?"
"No. Rope."
He exclaimed, "Rope! I don't understand." Now she laughed again.
"I caught her asleep and bound her with her own clothes line. This is one time that she doesn't get to ravish you. We're going straight to my new pad and hole up for at least a week."
"You've moved away from home, Cherry?"
She nodded emphatically. "I have a love nest all my own now. I took it when I knew you were coming so that we could thoroughly enjoy being together, just you and I."
He shook his dark head. "Then you've got a job?"
Her nicely formed nose went up. "I'm a career woman, Joe. I have a lovely new car and a rather sizeable, bank account, believe it or not."
The first thing that came to his mind popped out, "You're not hustling?"
"Of course not!" she retorted indignantly. "I'm too wise a cookie to get involved in prostitution. A gal with my looks and brains doesn't have to sell her body to dirty old men."
"What're you doing for a living?" he demanded.
Her pretty face sobered. "Hasn't Mom kept you informed at all in her letter?"
Joe thought a moment. "She mentioned that you had graduated from high school."
"But that was shortly after you went away. Is that all she's told you about me?"
He racked his brain again. "Oh, yes, she said you were doing some modeling for a dress company in Tampa."
Cherry snapped, "She spent hours writing you long letters and yet she must have practically left me out of them. What in the hell did she write about?"
"The usual thing a mother writes a son, I suppose."
"Like how she missed having your big, hard cock in her?"
Johnson grimaced. "Keep your voice down. Someone will hear you."
She went on nastily, "When did the old lady break you in? Well, it really doesn't matter. I've waited on the sidelines a long time for you and, believe me, from now on, you're mine."
Suddenly his prick was hard and throbbing. He put a hand into his right trousers pocket and collared his aching cock to keep it from showing. Cherry giggled again. "You've got a hard-on for me!"
He couldn't figure out how she knew unless it was because his walking was becoming more difficult.
"But you're my sister," he mumbled defensively.
"You've screwed Mom ten thousand times and you're not going to get scruples now, brother dear. We're horny for each other and you know it. Soon as we get to the apartment, we're going to set the bed on fire."
He didn't even come up with a feeble protest. This girl clinging to his arm was the most desirable, beautiful creature he had seen in months and he knew that he was going to fuck her with all the pent up lust in his tall, strong body.
"How far to your car, Cherry?" He hardly recognized his thick, unsteady voice.
"It's in the parking lot about two minutes away," she confided intimately. "And in another ten, we'll be at my place getting ready to rip off a piece. How long since you've had a cherry, Joe?"
He grinned into the lovely face that she turned to him. "You're the only Cherry I've ever known."
"I mean virgin pussy, silly. I'm not lying. No man has ever been into me. That's not to say I haven't gone off hundreds of times because I have, but not on account of a real cock tearing into me."
He felt his dick getting harder and harder. "All broads masturbate."
"So do men," she contributed, "but I'll bet you did it less than most boys. You didn't heed to with Mom after you all the time. The Saturday, before you went away, I saw you diddle her five times. Of course, you were far from being a kid then. What did you do for sex while you were on the treasure hunt?"
Joe winced. "What do men without women do?"
"Bugger each other?"
"That and other things," he confessed ruefully.
"That's all over for you now, sweet brother. From now on, I'm taking care of you any way that you want me to. Mouth, pussy, behind. Everything that I have is yours."
"We could get in big trouble. You know that, don't you?"
"How? You're not going to knock me up. I use the Pill."
Joe went on, "That's not the only problem, my dear. The law frowns on incest."
"Who the hell is going to know that we're brother and sister?"
"We do have the same last name."
She shrugged. "So do thousands of married couples. Oh, here's the car. One of the latest models General Motors puts out. How do you like it?" she asked proudly.
He surveyed the sleek, red Buick sedan with admiring eyes. "That's really some crate! Must have set you back plenty."
"Nearly five grand," she bragged.
"Cherry, where did you get that kind of dough?" he demanded suspiciously.
"I didn't stick up a bank to pay cash. Three years from now that beautiful chariot will be all mine."
The were leaving the expansive parking lot when he said, "Mom and Pa could cause us trouble." He noted with great interest that her very short, scarlet skirt was riding high on her tan thighs.
"They don't dare blow the whistle on anyone," .she rejoined with a toss of her blonde head.
"Why not?" he could almost feel his trembling staff inside the exquisite girl by his side.
"They're not poor, ignorant slobs and they live in a so-called respectable neighborhood. They wouldn't want any scandal."
"I suppose Pop is still foreman at the clothing factory?"
Cherry inclined her head. "And that's where he'll croak."
"And, of course, Mom would rather sell her blood than give up her beauty shop?"
"Can't say that she doesn't have a head for business, though. Last month she added another chair."
"So she told me in her last letter. That makes five, doesn't it?"
"Six. I'll bet this morning was the first time that Ma's been late to her precious salon." He exclaimed, "That was a dirty trick you did! Suppose she's still tied up?"
"Not a chance. The way she can yell, someone has come to her rescue and untied her by now. Look at me, Joe. Wouldn't you rather have me than Mom?"
His dark eyes explored the firm fullness of the breasts concealed by the tight-fitting scarlet blouse. Unless he was badly mistaken, she would tape a full forty inches.
"You seem to be firmly packed, Sis," he finally said unsteadily.
She laughed teasingly. "And you haven't seen anything yet. Better unzip and take out your cock. Give the poor thing some air. That big bat of yours is sure swollen all out of shape. Twelve inches long and four around! Boy, that's what I call a prick!"
"With all this traffic, if I let pete out, we'll get arrested for sure. How do you know how big it is?"
Cherry briefly turned a mischievous face to him. "I've measured you plenty of times when you were asleep. The way you he when you go to bed, I probably could have gone down on you without waking you. Man, you're one dead ass when you hit the hay!"
"So you've wanted to suck me off, eh?"
"I've wanted you in every hole that I've got. Even my ears. Brother, you're going to get one fancy screwing when I get you home!"
"If you're a virgin, I may be rather much for you to take."
Cherry replied confidently, "Don't you worry about me, big boy. I'll show you something that'll open your eyes when we get to the pad." Removing her right hand from the steering wheel, she placed it over his throbbing hardness. "Before the day's over, I'll draw all the sting out of that, brother mine."
Suddenly he began to tremble. How he needed a good, long screwing! The blonde continued, "When did you last have a woman?"
"Too long," he muttered.
"Come on, 'fess up. I'm curious."
"When you're out on a treasure ship, you don't get ashore often."
"You're evading the question, Joe. How long since you've screwed a girl?"
He groaned, "Nearly a year."
"Really? And when did you do it with a man?"
"That's none of your goddamned business!"
She stepped down on the accelerator and the powerful car responded. "I hope you're full of love juice clear up to your ears. Man, I'm going to drain you, but dry!"
"It's all wrong," he protested weakly.
"Nuts! I've been doing a lot of reading and there's no denying that incest is a common thing in all levels of society. The strong taboo against sexual intercourse with close blood relatives is based upon fear of possible genetic faults from inbreeding. But as I told you before, I'm not going to get pregnant by you. We're going to enjoy our fun without your seed ripening in me."
"Even the Pill isn't a hundred percent safe."
"Okay, so if I get caught, I'll fly to New York for an abortion. They're easy to secure there and at a cost of less than two hundred dollars. Now quit worrying and keep looking forward to the prolonged ecstasy that we're going to have together."
"Yeah, I'd better do that," he agreed nervously.
There was a note of alarm in her voice as Cherry said abruptly, "I hope there's no danger of you having a discharge prematurely!"
"I could blast off without much trouble, I'll tell you that!"
"Please don't until you're inside me! I'm driving as fast as I dare without risking a ticket for speeding."
"I'll do my best not to blow my nuts." He looked at her bright red lips and damn near went off at the thought of putting his stiff dick into her seductive mouth.
They arrived at their destination, a large apartment house, without disaster and he eagerly followed his sister to the. elevator which all too slowly carried them to the third floor.
At the door of her living quarters, she unlocked it, then turned to him and said, "Carry me across the threshold, Joe."
He exclaimed, "Why? We're surely not newlyweds and never expect to be. Not to each other anyway."
Her lips formed a pout. "Can't you pretend? Don't you know that I'm desperately in love with you?"
"Cock love! That's all it can be!"
She shook her head. "If you don't carry me inside, I won't give you any pussy."
In desperation, he gathered her up into his arms, lurched inside and kicked the door shut with a foot and hurried with his sweet smelling burden through another open door where he could see a bed. His mammoth cock was out almost before he dropped her on the satin coverlet.
"You are in a hurry!" she gasped, a warm hand finding his swollen rod.
"Do something with it!" he commanded harshly.
"Take off your clothes, then undress me."
Somehow he struggled out of his garments, joined Cherry on the bed and removed the scarlet blouse with eager hands. The half-bra she wore revealed momentarily the upper slopes of her large breasts and then they were completely free. The beautiful tits, the size of basketballs, readily responded to his fingers as they kneaded the long nipples. They were the sort that he loved to take between his lips and suck and nibble upon.
"Isn't my skirt in the way of what you have in mind?" she queried.
He got the skirt off in short order and caught his breath sharply as he looked upon her beautifully haired cunt. He had almost forgotten what a lovely pussy looked like.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he said brokenly.
Cherry smiled up into his face. "I know you are, honey."
"No messing around this time, Cherry."
"We'll go off fast the first time, then we can play. Put it all the way up in me, dear!"
He knelt between her legs and she guided the pulsating head of his penis between the warm, damp lips of her cunt. Easing his rod into her tight pussy, he shivered with passion as he buried himself in her up to his balls. Cherry screamed in pain, then groaned and pulled his face between her mammoth breasts.
"Oh, Joe!" she cried out. "I love the feel of your giant cock in me! What a tremendous dick! Like I've dreamed about! Ram that juicy prick in and out of me! My God, I love you and your great staff!"
His gun emptied like a volcano on his first trip, but that didn't stop him from continuing to fuck her furiously. He had never screwed anyone with greater abandonment than he did his own sister.
"Fuck me harder, Joe!" Cherry urged. "Harder and faster!"
Gnawing on her long, erect nipples, he screwed her madly with all the ferocity in his seething two hundred forty pound body. Screaming now with pleasure, she locked her long legs about him, her sharp fingernails digging into his neck. Her hips went crazy as, for the second time, she milked a great burst of gism from his red hot hammer.
"My god, what a load!" he yelled as his torrid come squirted into her very receptive cunt.
He was on top of her, still draining, when she said, "Now you know what you've been missing all these years."
"You sure know how to fuck, Cherry." Even his voice was weak. "That is, for having had no previous experience." She laughed softly.
"It's hard to believe."
"Oh, I've been practicing. With lots of things. I've been working up to you, Joe. Used to be I could hardly get a cucumber in my cunt, but now I believe I could handle a baseball bat."
"Ball bat! You'd get slivers in your pussy!"
"Not with a cock cover over the head of it."
"How many inches can you actually take?"
"Ten or eleven, I think. I handled all of you, didn't I?!!"
He nodded. "Right up to my seeds."
"Next time, I'll go down on you."
"Later, maybe. Right now, I'm not finished soaking my dick in your wonderful pussy."
"Was I good, Joe?"
"The best. I've never come harder or longer."
"I wanted so very much to please you."
"How did I feel to you, Cherry?"
"I thought I was going to die and didn't care much if I did. I'll bet you've no idea how many times I came."
"How many? Am I better than that ball bat would be?"
"Six. And I'm forgetting all about the bat. You've convinced me that it would have its limitations."
"Such as not being able to go off? Did you know there are artificial penises with nuts that shoot a stream of warm water?"
"I know all about those. A girl friend has one."
"Has she let you use it?"
"No. She'd sooner lend me anything else that she owns but that."
He sighed deeply. "This sure feels good. I don't know if I'll ever get up. Am I too heavy?"
She rolled her head from side to side. "I love to hold you like this. Besides, I'm a big, strong girl."
"There're other positions that might be more comfortable for you."
"So I've read. I bought a book that tells all about a hundred sex positions. You know what? We're going to try them all."
"You're an ambitious wench, Cherry, my girl."
"I'll bet you know all there is to know about sex. How many women have you had outside of the family, Joe?"
"What do you mean outside of the family?" he demanded.
"Oh, come now! You know you've banged all the females that put out, both on Mom's side of the house and Pa's, too."
"I've done no such thing!" Joe retorted.
"The hell you haven't! When there's a family reunion, you screw every woman that'll let you."
"I never did any such thing! Where did you get an idea like that?"
"What about that bash at Grandma Roger's farm three years ago?"
He said quickly, "That developed into a drunken brawl."
"And you topped nearly all the broads, including Grandma."
"You're as crazy as hell, Cherry!"
"I saw you making all those trips to the haymow in the barn."
"I was loaded with Grandma's homemade wine," he defended himself.
"All that stuff spouting from your gun wasn't wine."
"You were in the barn watching," he accused.
"And I was jealous and furious. I felt like going to the house and getting a butcher knife to cut off that dick of yours. But that's all finished. You're mine now."
Joe said uneasily, "We were hot and had sex, but we don't dare lose our heads."
"Oh, but we do dare. We're going to live here, blissfully, from now on in."
"It won't work, Cherry."
"We'll make it work."
"Mom will expect me to stay at the house."
"But you're not going to. I'll see that you never touch her again. She's had her last of you."
"I can't live here off of you."
"You were gone two years on a treasure hunt," she said evenly. "You should have enough money to last quite a while."
"I only went as a diver for the salvage company. It's not as if I was a partner who shared in the treasure find."
"Even so, you must've been paid good wages and you haven't been anywhere to spend them."
He grimaced. "There were a lot of poker games on the ship."
"Do you mean to tell me that you lost all your money and have come home broke?"
"Not entirely. I managed to salt away a few grand."
"How much exactly?" Cherry persisted.
"Nearly five thou."
"That isn't peanuts. You needn't go on relief for a couple of years. Just between you and me, what happened to you in pro football three years ago? I've followed football since I was a little girl and I know that you were a damned good end."
He wasn't about to tell his sister what had caused his break with pro football. "I dropped more passes that last year than I should have."
"Bull, big brother. You were messing around with some big shot's woman'"
"Why don't you go down on my dick now, Cherry?"
"How come all of a sudden you want to change the subject?" she queried suspiciously.
"If you won't suck me off, I'll do it myself."
"Wow! That I'd like to see!"
"How much betting dough you have in the bank, Sis?"
"Why? Do you -want to bet me that you can go down on yourself?"
"How'd you like to risk a grand?"
"Not a chance!" Cherry said quickly. "Now that I think about it, I've seen you practically roll yourself into a ball. You sweet bastard, you're double jointed."
"Game to take me in your mouth, babe?"
"Sure. I told you, I've wanted to for years." He promptly rolled off her and, to his delight, his cock was still half hard.
"Does that look good to you, girl?" he asked, stretching out on his back.
Getting her face in the proper position, she licked the tip of his rod with her moist tongue. "Tastes good."
"The whole twelve inches will taste that much better."
"I'll see." Cherry parted her red lips and took his entire prick into her hot mouth.
With her lips tight against his shaft, he grabbed her tremendous tits in his hands. She squirmed like a snake beneath his kneading fingers and her mouth went up and down in a screwing motion on his dick. His trembling body almost immediately broke into a sweat and his balls ached in the same manner as would a decayed tooth. This was good!
"Work on that joystick, Cherry!" he urged. "Suck it with all your might! That's it, girl! I can almost feel your tongue clear down in my bag. My God, it feels like my brain is coming down through the head of my cock!"
Cherry kept sucking his prick with ever renewed energy. She really knew how to give a blow job, despite her avowals of not having sex experience.
"Suck, doll! That's the way, sweets! God, that's beautiful! Finish me off now!"
The urgent words were hardly out of his mouth before he stiffened and filled her mouth to overflowing with his semen. At the time, the head of his long penis was so far down in her throat that his volume of come nearly choked her.
Several minutes passed, after it was over. Finally he said gratefully, "That was an excellent job, Sis. Now it's my turn to really turn you on."
"And he did just that."
CHAPTER TWO
Cherry said, "I don't know how you intend to turn me on, Joe, but I'm all for it."
Staring at her blonde-haired pussy, Johnson rejoined, "I'm going to eat that beautiful cunt of yours, Sis."
He didn't hesitate, starting by kissing her ripe, red lips and then her high, full breasts. He nibbled and sucked on each nipple for a considerable period of time before moving his head downward in the direction of her hairy cunt. Not in the slightest hurry with such a delectable dish in his power, he proceeded to her delightful navel and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. By now Cherry was squirming like a snake crawling through a blazing fire.
When his face reached her pussy, he examined it intently with his eyes. The lips of her cunt were already moist and slightly opened as if yearning to receive his tongue. But he wasn't quite ready to go inside yet. First, he would tease it with his nose in order to arouse the highest possible excitement in her. Damn if it didn't even smell delicious!
Presently he trapped her clitoris between his teeth, knowing from her violent reactions that he was nearly driving her out of her mind. Some minutes later, he rammed his tongue into her eager snatch. Her juicy cunt was by far the best one he had ever tasted, nice and clean and sweet.
"Plow me up!" Cherry begged and her hips caught on fire and spun madly. "Eat me, darling! My God, your tongue is as stiff as a prick! Lordy! I'm coming-coming! Oh, sweetheart, I'm coming!"
And she did! Over and over for what must have been several minutes.
He loved the taste of her pussy juice as she lay spent with her still trembling cunt against his face. He was content to remain in this position for a long time before trying to sit up. It was then that he made the discovery that he had a tremendous hard-on. It wasn't long before Cherry also found his throbbing prick and squealed with delight.
"Why don't you shove that big prong up my butt this time, brother?" she asked eagerly.
Joe shook his head. "You're not ready for that yet, Cherry. I'd split you apart. Besides, how do you know so much, about sex? You claim you've had no actual experience with a man, but I don't know-"
"I've got eyes. I've seen you stick it up Mom's ass plenty of times."
He frowned. "That may all be true, but my cock is even big for her and sometimes she bleeds."
"I can take it if she can."
"Not a chance!" he said firmly.
"We're not going to waste that beautiful hard-on, Joe."
"Of course we're not. Don't think that I'm not going to blast off. I know, why don't you get on top of me? Many women think that's the best position for them to express themselves. Gives them more freedom of movement."
"Okay, then I'll climb you," she said affably. "I want to try you in every possible way there is."
"Don't get over-eager, honey," he warned. "I wouldn't want to tear your lovely, hot cunt."
"Never mind about me, dearest. Just get ready to be mounted and hang on-. We're going to take a trip to the moon."
Stretched out on his back, he waited anxiously for his pretty sister to climb aboard him. He helped her by putting two fingers in her pussy and opening it. With his other hand, he held his rampant, skinned-back cock in the proper position to make an entrance as soon as he withdrew his fingers from her slick, moist cunt.
The merging was managed almost perfectly. While the lips of her pussy were still partially open, he inserted the head of his pulsating penis and shoved it in. At least six inches of hard cock snuggled inside before he was finished with his first thrust. Even at this depth, Cherry had a series of twisting, screaming discharges.
"You're a hot little bitch, Sis," he said teasingly. "If you carry on like this now, what'll you do when I reach bottom?"
She retorted, "The head of your dick is almost sticking out of my rectum! Anyway, that's the way it feels."
"No, it isn't! I'm no more than halfway in."
"I don't give a damn what you say, I feel like I had a telephone pole in me!"
He chuckled in amusement. "I'm not easy to take, Cherry, and you do real well, considering that you're new to this sex game. Besides, I must have hurt you a lot the first time I went into you."
Her face became grim. "I can take anything you can dish out, big boy! Before I'm finished with you, I'll have you whittled down to size. You'll be wishing you could get a hard-on."
"I hope it won't come to that. You wouldn't like it if I couldn't get stiff. She set her lips. "I'm ready to take more of you now." And so saying, she kept coming down on his throbbing dick until her flat, firm belly was tight against his. "There, it's all in!"
"So it is, and it feels wonderful, too."
"I'll see that you keep it in me all day and tonight, too. Tell me, what's the most times you've gone off with Mom at one sitting, or should I say, laying?"
Joe hesitated a long minute, "five," he said finally.
"Well, you're going to break that record with me."
"You're a pig, aren't you, baby?"
"I simply want you more times than anyone else has ever had you. Is that so bad?"
"You're going to get awfully tired of me, sister mine."
She shook her blonde head. 'Til always have the hots for you, Joe. I want your big cock in everything I have, my pussy, my ass, my mouth, everything, just millions of times! Do you know how I'd like to die?"
He shuddered. "You're much too young to be talking about dying."
"But when I do, I want to be fucked to death by you."
"That's what you think now, but you'll change your mind. One of these fine days you'll meet a guy, really fall for him and want me out of your hair forever."
"No!" she said sharply. "We're always going to live together. No man or woman will ever come between us."
"You're talking too much. You should be going up and down on my cock."
"But if I do that, you'll go right away and become limp."
"That's the object of screwing, isn't it?"
"I read once in a medical book about some fellow that screwed for hours without shooting his wad."
He grunted, "More power to him. Me, I'd prefer to go off once every hour."
"I've studied up on all this so I'd be ready for you. I know that Arab men take a long time before having an orgasm."
"Now how in the hell do you know about Arabs?"
"I told you, I wanted to know all there is about sex, so I've read all the books I could find on the subject. They're supposed to screw almost to the point of ejaculation, then stop and rest until the danger is over before they'll proceed. Sometimes they'll do this for a dozen times before they finally unload. Then, what a load! According to this one book I found, Arabs are the greatest lovers."
He put in dryly, "From what I heard when I was in the Navy, the fucking bastards are all screwed out by the time they're thirty-five. I want to be still going strong at ninety."
"You've had girls all over the world, haven't you, Joe?"
"I've sampled a few, just as most sailors do."
"How many thousand?"
He grinned up into her very serious face. "I didn't cut a notch in my stick each time I made a chick."
She grinned. "You wouldn't have any cock left at all if you'd done that. Well, you've sowed your wild oats and now you can settle down with me."
Johnson said impatiently, "Quit beating your gums, sis. My prick's aching something awful. Just because you've gone off a dozen times doesn't mean that I don't need a good bang."
Lowering her face to his, she kissed him hard. "Poor darling. I'll get you off. I wouldn't cause you a moment's suffering for anything in the world."
He dug his fingernails into her cushiony buttocks. "Let's go, babe."
With that, the statuesque blonde proceeded to bounce up and down on his staff with tantalizing movements. Each time that the head of his penis was nearly out, also when it hit the end of her channel, she twisted her hips provocatively, like a pro. This gal had learned a lot, whether from books or not. It was a great sensation that heightened his heartbeat until it was pounding in his chest and his breath bursting forth in ragged gasps. Her ass appeared to be as busy as a mixmaster in action as it thrashed insistently about his swollen dick. He knew that this persistent treatment would soon have the same effect upon his rod as an electric juicer would have on a plump lemon.
"How do you like the way I operate, honey?" Cherry hissed down into his tense face.
"You'd make a dry well gush, baby!" he retorted. "Keep going! If you stop now, I'll kill you!"
Her cunt went right on churning majestically. Not even his mother had ever gone up and down his shaft with greater determination. And was Cherry ever tight! If she didn't take some care, her hungry pussy would completely tear away the skin from his turbulent prick. What a great and wonderful pussy this little girl had! Man, he'd bust his nuts all over the place when he finally did go! Never was there a happier fucking than the one he was getting!
Soon he came, pumping his hot stream into her, feeling her become hotter and wetter and letting out a piercing scream of pleasure, pulling him into her as far as possible.
While he was yet spurting, Cherry exclaimed, "That was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, my darling. You went like a volcano out of control."
"Yeah. I didn't hold a damned thing back," he rejoined.
"Will you eat me again, Joe?"
Although he had gone down on many a female, he had never sucked one immediately after shooting his semen into her.
"What the hell," he muttered. "There's a first time for everything."
"After you do it, I'll suck you off." Dismounting, she rolled over on her back.
Joe sat up with some difficulty and bent over her. The lips of her cunt were stretched open and he could see traces of her blood where he must have ripped her. When he licked her cleft, she arched upward to meet his tongue. She tasted hot and salty from his gism, but he didn't mind and he went into her as deeply as he could. Meanwhile she moaned and twisted and he knew that he was making her come over and over. He really gave that wet pussy a thrashing with his tongue. He'd move from her slash to her clitoris and, after teasing it with his tongue and worrying it between his teeth, his tongue would find its way back into her crevice.
He felt her have one orgasm after another, each time harder than the last one. He had reached the count of twelve before she shrieked and pushed him away.
Sitting up then, he laughed down into her face. Panting, her eyes, were closed and her mouth half open. Both of her hands were over her pussy as if protecting it from being invaded again. The gorgeous tan of her features that he had admired when first they had met was gone, having been taken over by a grayish-white color.
Finally Cherry opened her big, brown eyes and stared uncertainly up at him. "I almost fainted," she murmured.
He grinned, "You were coming like a newly drilled oil well. No wonder you're woozy."
"It's weakening, but good." She struggled to a sitting position. "Lie down. I'm going to do it to you now."
Joe did as directed and his sister, wobbling a little, managed to get over him, straddling his legs so that her tremendous breasts were hanging down. Then, bending her head, she licked at his balls with her pink tongue. After a session of tickling his nuts, she opened her mouth and attempted to take both of them inside. Although she had a generous mouth, he had an exceptionally large bag of goodies and she was only able to pull in one ball.
It was a fantastic feeling. There was both pain and pleasure at the same time. Although he groaned, Cherry kept right on sucking insistently on the captured ball. At the same time, she reached up, clutched his rod in her hand and slowly worked the skin up and down. Even though but half hard, he began to experience a return of fire to his penis.
Now releasing his nut, she licked his rod up and down, first one side then the other. Each time that her tongue reached the glans of his prick, the tip of it delved into the eye, opening it up. No hungry kid ever gave a lollipop a more earnest treatment than she did his dick.
But that was not nearly the end. Sucking his wet cock into her mouth, she moved up and down on it with her lips, faster and faster. Completely hard again now, throbbing in her mouth, Joe knew that he was going to come at any second and tried to brace himself for the discharge.
Then he was coming, pumping his seed down her throat. She didn't stop sucking when he began going off, just continued to pull away at his cock until the hot liquid had ceased to spurt.
Finally it was all over and she pulled away and stretched out by his side.
She heaved a deep sigh, then they both were quiet.
At last, she murmured softly, "You'd better sleep, darling."
"Huh?"
"Sleep, my dear. You need it."
"Are you satisfied?"
"For now," she told him. "When you're strong again, we'll make sure to make more love. Right now, get some rest."
"Yeah," he grunted.
Johnson had no idea how long he had been asleep when rough hands shook him awake. The roughly handsome face he gazed up into belonged to his father.
"Hi, Pop," he got out. "You look swell." He blinked rapidly, trying to focus his eyes.
Harry Johnson snarled, "You no-good sonofabitch! You've been fucking Cherry! Just wait until your mother finds out! She'll take a strap to your stinking ass!"
Joe managed a grin. "You're just jealous, old man." He looked around for his sister and she wasn't on the bed with him.
The middle aged man's features darkened, contorting his good looking face into a hideous mask.
"I want to know how come my very own daughter has always kept me from screwing her and, the first day you're home, brings you here to shack up with her?"
Sitting up now, Joe shrugged. "I think she has a thing for me, Pop. Can I help that?"
"Hell, you haven't got any more cock than I have! You're no better looking either!" Harry Johnson's face was now livid with rage.
"Perhaps you're right, Pop." Joe wanted to keep the peace between them if he could.
"Well then, what's with her?"
"For one thing, I'm younger. And maybe I know how to use. the joy prong a little better than you do."
"Why in the hell couldn't you have been content with fucking Ma?"
"I could ask you that same question."
"She always did give you more than she ever let me have."
"You thought you knew everything about sex, but I was willing to learn from her. Ma likes to experiment and you probably never gave her any variety."
"She always went for you, for some reason. She started jacking you off when you were eleven."
"Ten," Joe corrected. "Whatever. Oh, I knew about your goings-on all these years."
"Why didn't you do something about it, then?"
"I thought, when you get a little older, you'd find a girl and it would be all over between you then. And don't try to tell me that you could come when she started out on you. Why, you were just a snot-nosed baby."
"Ask Ma. She'll tell you."
"Did you actually start fucking her then?"
"I sure as hell did."
Harry Johnson glared at his son. "And I'll bet you never used any rubbers."
Joe laughed. "I didn't even know what they were then."
"Goddammit! You could be Cherry's father!"
"Hardly. There is only nine years difference in our ages."
"I'm gonna fuck that little bitch if it's the last thing I do."
"It may just be the last thing you'll do, if she objects."
"I'll have her! Wait and see!"
"That's up to her. If she wants you, okay, but if she doesn't, you're not going to bother her."
"Who says I'm not?" Harry Johnson thundered.
"I do."
"Why do you give a damn?"
"She's a good kid and I won't have her manhandled."
"I believe you've got a crush on the kid."
Joe considered his father's words a long minute. "Maybe I do."
"She's one beautiful little bitch, alright. I haven't seen anything in Florida to compare with her."
"Mom's beautiful, too."
"Yeah, and built like an old-fashioned brick shithouse, but she's forty-two and Cherry's only eighteen."
"You've had enough young stuff. Mom was only thirteen when you married her and fifteen when I was born. She has given you her youth."
"Sure, but you've been cutting in on me for over fifteen years."
Joe shook his head. "Your arithmetic is faulty."
"I can still count. I'm not a doddering old man yet."
"You're forgetting that I was in the Navy three years and have been away looking for gold for two."
Harry Johnson's dark blue eyes brightened. "Did you hit it rich, son?"
"I only got diver's wages."
"Even so, you must've put a sockful away."
"I have a nice nest egg."
"I'll just bet you do!"
"Nothing spectacular, but I salted a little away."
"A little, he says. Well, what're you gonna do now?"
"Open my own bank."
"Can the shit, Joe! I'm tryin' to talk man-to-man with you. If you just lie around, you can blow a wad mighty fast."
"I haven't made any plans, Pa. I just got back."
"You'd better start plannin', Joe. You ain't gettin' any younger."
"I may go to Canada and play football."
"Can you get a connection up there?"
"I think so."
"Is it true that you were blacklisted in the States?"
Joe shook his head. "The dough wasn't right and I blew my lid. That's all."
"What d'ya mean, the dough wasn't right? I thought twenty grand a year was a nice pot of loot."
"Greenies just out of college were getting a hundred grand a year and no-cut contracts."
"But they were backfield stars with big names."
"And plenty of them turned out to be flops in the big time."
"With your size, speed and arm, you'd have made a damned good quarter-back. You did great when you were in high school. Why in the hell did you let them make an end out of you in college?"
"Because State's quarterback was an All-American in high school and could pass rings around me."
"You should have gone to another university."
"Maybe you should go to Canada."
"You'd like to get me away from Cherry, wouldn't you? I just might take her with me."
The elder man quickly shook his head. "It wouldn't work."
"Why not?"
"Cherry has a bright future here. Do you realize that she made thirty thousand dollars last year?"
Joe whistled involuntarily. "No teenage girl pulls down that kind of dough!"
"Cherry did. Ask her. She's a top model, whether you know it or not."
"Model, schmodel. I still say they wouldn't pay a kid like her that kind of money."
"Haven't you ever heard of Twiggy?"
"Sure. Who hasn't?"
"That little dame made lots more than that in England and she doesn't even have a figure."
"True, but there isn't a dress company in Tampa that's big enough to meet her moola."
Harry Johnson laughed out loud now. "Cherry doesn't depend merely upon garment companies. She models for a big advertising agency and she's connected with an art school that pays her a hundred bucks each and every day she works."
"Oh, come on, Pop! The girl's not that big!"
"You don't believe me, huh? Well, ask Cherry."
"What does she do for the art school?"
"That's a stupid question. What does a model usually do? She poses, naturally."
"The students paint her?"
"Some of them are serious about art. Of course, some are rich old gaffers whose only interest is in ogling the naked body. Do you remember Lola Osborn?"
"Oh, the black-haired kid that lived next door? Yeah, what about her?"
"She has her own apartment and a big car now."
Joe picked up his ears. "How can she afford those things? She must not be more than sixteen or seventeen."
"No, she's eighteen, like Cherry. I hear that she jacks off rich studs for twenty bucks a discharge. Of course, they're all too old to do it the regular way."
Joe exclaimed, "No one pays that much just to be jacked off!"
"We wouldn't pay to be pulled off, but there are rich old duffers who figure it's worth it."
"Is that on the level, Pa?"
"Sure is. I was just talking to her recently and she was telling me how she was rolling in the dough."
"It's one hell of a way to make a living."
"There's no wear and tear on her pussy. Strictly hand work. Of course, I doubt is she'd refuse to suck a dick if the price was right."
"Were you trying to make time with her?"
Harry Johnson smiled knowingly. "I've been there, boy. Good piece, too. She loves what I can do for her."
"I'd think she'd have plenty of young guys hot for her tail. As I remember, she was rather pretty."
"She's a knockout now. Came damned near being Miss Florida last year."
Joe said evenly, "Maybe I should look her up and give her a trial run."
The older man snarled. "Oh, no you don't!"
"Why not? You did."
"You couldn't get to first base with her."
"Bet you ten that I can'"
"Christ, do you want every woman around?"
"You're chicken, Pop."
"If throwing dough away is chicken, that's what I am. I don't know about you, but I don't intend being buried in a pauper's grave. You're even more of a spendthrift than your mother is, the way you want to toss your cash around."
"I intend to enjoy myself while I'm still living. I don't give a damn what happens to my carcass after I'm finished with it. I may even will my body to some medical school for research purposes."
Harry Johnson sneered, "You'll probably burn yourself out so much that nobody will be interested in your remains."
Joe grinned. "At least, some undertaker should preserve my cock in a jar of alcohol."
"Pricks and pussys are all you've ever thought about."
"Just like my old man."
"You make me want to puke. I hate to own you for my son."
" 'Fraid you'll have to, dear old daddy."
"What the hell have you done with Cherry? I want to see her about something."
"I don't know where she is, Pa."
"I'll just bet you don't!"
"That's on the level. I swear it."
"She isn't in the apartment."
"So you've already checked, huh?"
"Maybe she went out to make some more bread. She has assignments at all hours of the day and night."
Joe shrugged. "If you're so damned interested in her movements, you should hire a private dick to follow her."
The older man snapped, "When she left my house to move here, I stopped being responsible for what she did."
"Don't worry, old man. Now that I'm back, I'll look after her."
"Yeah, I'll bet you will! What you mean is that you'll fuck her half to death!"
"I'll do my best to keep her satisfied."
Harry looked at the younger man and said slyly, "You know you're living here with her in sin, I suppose. I could tip off the fuzz of that little fact."
That got a big laugh out of Joe. "You don't want any part of the bulls, Pa, and you know it."
"I've got nothing to be scared of."
"Oh, no? I'm sure they're still interested in what happened to Millie Mason a couple of years ago; that I raped that halfwit? She's so feeble minded that she wouldn't know when she's being screwed."
"She sure had a beautiful pair of knockers, didn't she? And her ass swung like a pendulum of a clock."
"You're talking as if she was dead and I was responsible."
"She might as well be dead. It's about the same thing."
"What're you talkin' about?"
"She was a raving maniac when they carted her off to the bughouse."
"That's not true! You've got the facts all twisted around."
"I was still here when she was raped in Sunset Park."
"Dumb as she is, how would she know whether she'd been attacked?"
"A doctor examined her afterwards. He could tell when a pussy has been forcibly entered."
"You were out roving around that night."
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"Hell, you'd fuck a demented dog."
"But I didn't come home with my face all scratched up."
"I was in a fight down at the bar. I told everyone all about it."
Joe chuckled. "What were you fighting with, a bottle of fingernails?"
"Some old hag jumped on me when I refused to buy her a drink."
"Oh, sure! What was her name, can you tell me that?"
"How in the hell would I know? I don't ask the bags that hang around there their names!"
"What bar was it where you got torn up?"
Harry Johnson's features became even redder. "I've had enough of this shit! You're not a goddamned law officer and I don't have to answer your questions. I'm going home and tell Ma about your insolence and what you've been up to here. Believe you me, she'll come right over and settle your hash."
Joe had been alone for nearly an hour when Cherry came into the bedroom her beautiful face covered with a warm smile.
"Did you miss me honey?" she asked, beginning to remove the flimsy scarlet outfit.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"I've made twenty bucks, Joe. I thought you'd be glad."
He scowled darkly. "Doin what?"
"Posing. Simply posing."
"For whom?" he cross examined.
"A rich lady, Joe."
"You sure it was a lady?"
Now nude, Cherry joined him on the bed. "Of course. She has more money than some banks."
"What's her name? Is she an artist?"
She kissed him until he had to push her away in order to get his breath.
"Goldie Anderson. She sculpts."
His quick suspicions wouldn't go away. "Is she a lesbian?"
Cherry tantalizingly ran the tip of her tongue over his mouth before answering. "I wouldn't know."
"I want to see your pussy."
"Well, there's nothing to keep you from looking at it."
He promptly proceeded to thoroughly examine her blonde cunt. He even parted the pink lips and stuck a couple of fingers in it.
"You'll make me go off if you keep that up," Cherry protested.
"You're wet. Are you sure you haven't already?"
"Only the times I did with you, Joe."
He removed his fingers from his sister's warm snatch. "Pop was here while you were gone."
"What did the sonofabitch want?"
"You."
"Me?"
"He didn't come here to welcome me back to civilization."
"So what's new?"
"He's all het up and jealous about me having you."
"He's nuts about stag pictures, so why don't we have him over some night to watch us fuck up a hurricane?"
"Nothing doing!"
She giggled. "I'll bet he'd shoot more than one load in his pants."
"I don't want him around us when we make love, or at any other time, for that matter."
"But why, Joe?"
"Because he could become violent and try to beat us up or something."
She laughed derisively. "I'm not afraid of him. Mom's the one that would raise the most hell." She found his testicles with a warm hand. "Hey, there's gism in there again!"
He squirmed with pleasure. "And you're going to get it out, eh?"
"I'm your woman, aren't I?"
Joe took her warm, fully packed body into his arms and squeezed her hard.
"You're all mine, beautiful," he crooned.
Grabbing his swelling staff, Cherry rubbed the head of it over her already aroused clit.
"I want it in me, lover. I want to be screwed silly."
She worked the skin back and forth on his penis and it continued to grow as she manipulated him.
"If I get any harder, I'll burst," he groaned.
"Come in and burst inside me, darling. I want all the pieces if you come apart."
His prick seemed to slip inside her of its own accord as they lay on their sides. He got a bang out of watching his stiff rod sliding in and out of her cunt. He could feel his balls tightening as she squeezed them rhythmically with her hands in unison with the powerful thrusts of his twitching cock. Cherry whimpered all the while he pumped, her bottom thrashing his peter. Presently he could feel her pussy sucking at his dick and it was one of the most exciting of all his sexual experiences.
His spasms started very shortly and he tried desperately to hold them back and couldn't. Not even by slowing his thrusts could he stop the flow of semen that had begun.
Cherry cried out shrilly with each spurt of his gun, wrapping herself even more tightly around him. Although he was too engrossed in his own intense orgasm to count the times that she went off, he was confident that it was at least a half a dozen.
When it was over and he was panting and trying to catch his breath, she exclaimed, "You must have the biggest cock in all the world! I'll be lucky to be able to walk at all tomorrow."
Pleased, he laughed triumphantly. "I'm bigger than most men, but I can't claim the world record for having the largest prick, by any means."
"Then I'm sure it's the biggest one in the state and I'm proud of myself for being able to take it. Do you love me more than you do Mom?"
"I'm crazy about you, doll!" he said with great feeling.
"But that isn't what I asked you, Joe," she persisted.
He went whole hog. "I've never loved anyone so much."
"Really, Joe?"
"It's the gospel, baby."
"And you're going to marry me?"
"That's impossible, Cherry."
"No, it isn't! We'll go to Mexico where no one can possibly know us and get a license."
"We couldn't use our own names."
"Why not? The world is full of Johnsons. Besides, I'll put a T in the spelling of mine."
"Mom would never let us get by with it."
"The hell she wouldn't! I have enough on her to send her to prison for a long, long time. I can take care of her. Trust me."
"What would you do, tell about my sexual relations with her if she doesn't go along with our plan?"
Cherry smiled. "I couldn't do that, loving you as I do. No, I have something else on the old gal and she knows it."
CHAPTER THREE
After furiously fucking Cherry for fully three quarters of an hour, Joe fell asleep with his long, dribbling cock still in her loving, snug cunt.
He had no idea how long he had been out when he wakened, his rod throbbing insistently. Since it was already where a stiff prick ought to be, deep in warm pussy, it was a simple matter for him to begin the sexual manipulations with his sister. It wasn't long until a dramatic denouement emptied his gun. The extremely passionate Cherry had been very much alive and helpful during the proceedings and had come several times with intense enthusiasm and plenty of screaming and squealing. How more fortunate could a guy get than to have a homecoming with such a young, wild piece of screwing?
"Well wake all your neighbors," he cautioned, his penis now blissfully serene.
"I don't give a damn about anyone except the old landlady," Cherry retorted.
"Is she a bluenose?"
"Hell no! That bald-headed biddie ran a big whorehouse in Miami for years. That's where she got the dough to buy this fancy dump."
"Bald, did you say?"
"No more hair on her pate than grass on a racetrack."
"How do you know?"
"I saw her without her wig once when I took the rent to her. Man, was she ever a mess without her false teeth and hair!"
"If she's a retired whore, why do you worry about her hearing us?"
The young blonde giggled. "Because anyone as old as the hills, like she is, needs all the sleep she can get. Besides, if she ever saw that mammoth dick of yours, you'd have to give her some of it. The babe who lives in the apartment on my right told me that Nellie Nelson boasted to her that she had to have cock at least once a day and preferably twice. If I ever live to be eighty, I hope I'm still that hot and you're around to cool me off."
"You're sure a furnace, now, sis."
"Thank you, dear. I'm glad you find my fire to your liking."
He blurted out involuntarily, "Haven't you wondered about Mom?"
"So you expected her to come charging right over here with fire in her eyes?"
"Didn't you?"
"Not really. She has too much pride to come crawling after you."
"Do you think she'll be so sore at me that she'll ignore me from now on?" The thought greatly disturbed him.
"You've made your choice, honey, and you'll have to live with it. Mom still fancies herself the sharpest piece of feminity in Tampa and, even though she's forty-two, it would be hard to find a dame that has anything on her. I wish I had her collection of wigs, wardrobe and beauty aids.
"She's a natural beauty even when she first gets out of bed in the morning."
"I've got a big job replacing her in your affections, haven't I, darling?"
"I do owe her a lot besides giving me birth."
"She spoiled you rotten."
"I know," Joe said thoughtfully. "I can't ever remember her denying me anything. I was always the envy of the kids at school. I couldn't have been more than eight when she began giving me a dollar a day for spending money. Boy, I was really the cock of the walk with the poor crumb bums."
"Then later, the tail that she so freely gave to you made you more than ever obligated to her."
"I wouldn't have changed places with any boy in the entire world," he admitted.
"I can understand that, but you've been a man for a long time now and I'm cutting you away from Mom's apron strings."
"I've hosed hundreds of dolls, but it was sort of a mechanical thing with most of them. A matter of getting relief. Like going to the John to piss or shit."
Cherry said confidently, "I'm sure that it's not that way with me."
"It sure isn't, baby. You've set off nerves in me that I never knew I had. You're the greatest."
She French-kissed him for a long, torrid minute. "And this is only the beginning, sweetheart."
"Do you have to work tomorrow?"
"I have a very busy schedule. Why?"
"Then you'd better be getting some sleep."
"You'll wake me if you need me again, won't you?"
"That's for sure."
"What'll you do tomorrow, Joe?"
"I may not be able to get out of bed."
"Nuts! That tiger blood in you will be getting you up."
"I guess I should be looking up some of the boys."
"For example?"
"Well, Steve Smith."
"I wouldn't see that creep if I were you. He's nothing but a hood now and no good for you."
"A hood!" he exclaimed. "Not good old Steve!"
"For over a year he's been bootlegging cigarettes into Florida from North Carolina for the Mafia. The Dago slut he marries is the niece of one of the families in Miami. Even her own grandfather was big in blackhand activities in Italy."
"Steve went with Carrie Kramer all through high school."
"And was still shacking with her when he eloped with this Italian wench. Carrie was very much preggy at the time and she told a friend of mine that she was going to kill the bastard that got her in the family way."
"I feel bad about Carrie. She was an awfully good chick."
"I'd better not hear of you trying to cheer that dumb lummox up, hear?"
His sister's warning rubbed Joe the wrong way. "I'm not going to stop seeing old friends. No woman puts a ring in my nose."
She said in a soothing tone of voice, "Of course you can see anyone you wish, but no hanky-panky. As the old saying goes, I'll haul all your ashes."
"You know how restless I've always been, Cherry. Perhaps I'd better look around for a job. I think you've seen Carl Reynolds at the house."
"Oh, he was the big, red headed gorilla."
"Ugly, yeah, but no better fellow ever lived. Smart and industrious, too. I suppose he still owns the Imperial Employment Service. He should be able to find something for me."
"Like deep sea diving? Haven't you had enough of that? It's dangerous work and I don't want to risk losing you after having you as my lover."
"No, I'm fed up with diving. For the time being, at least."
"With your college background, there should be something better for you to do."
"I might catch on as a high school football coach somewhere. No, I wouldn't like that."
"And I wouldn't want you around a bunch of silly high school girls. With their lack of morals these days, every dame would be making a play for you."
He had to smile to himself that his sister should criticize the other girls for their lack of morals. But he said only, "You can't lock me up in a cage, Cherry and only let me out for stud duty to you."
She retorted hastily, "It's not only passion between us, honey, it's a love that happens once in a lifetime. I'd cheerfully give my life for you. I think I'd kill myself if you threw me over now."
"You mustn't get so serious about me, Cherry."
"I can't help it. You've become my entire life."
"In one night?"
"No!" she said vehemently. "I told you, I've been wild about you ever since I was old enough to notice things like boys. Do you realize that I had my first child by you when I was barely ten?"
"Child?" he blurted out involuntarily.
"But it wasn't illegitimate! Tomorrow I'll let you read the beautiful haunting wedding ceremony I wrote for us on my ninth birthday."
"You have to be kidding!"
"You think I'm balmy?"
"Of course not, but you sure are a dreamer."
"Don't tell me that you haven't had fantasies. I'll bet you've had plenty of wet dreams involving beautiful sexy movie stars."
Johnson confessed, "I've had some."
"And you'd have had lots more if Mom hadn't kept you drained."
"Maybe. I've always been a horny one."
"I was never hooked on a handsome Hollywood actor. I've always had you."
"That's all you know about it. Whatever I used to make myself come was always your big, hot cock."
He laughed. "It's a wonder that I have any skin left on it."
"I haven't told you about all our children."
"My God! There's more than one?"
"Of course, big daddy. We've been very prolific."
"How many kids are we feeding now?"
"Fifteen."
He cried out aghast, "Impossible! You dream in a big way, I'll say that."
"We've had babies each year since I was ten. Two times twins and triplets twice, too."
"That's got to stop! Either your tubes will be tied or I'll have a vasectomy! You're only eighteen and have fifteen kids! That's ridiculous!"
She squeezed him so hard that he winced. "But I love you so very much, honey."
"Maybe so, but it's time that I start firing blanks. I don't suppose, by any chance, that you've kept track of the times that we've had sexual intercourse?"
"As a matter of fact, I've recorded in my diary an account of each of our matings. Not counting tonight, we've made love ninety-eight-hundred and fifty-five times."
Her calm statement so tickled his funny bone that he burst into a gale of mirth.
"What's so funny?" she inquired rather crossly.
"You wouldn't have a hair left on your pussy if I'd been into you that many times."
Now she giggled. "They make false hair rins now. How do you know that mine's genuine?"
"It's too luxuriant not to be real."
"You'll wear it away, I'm sure."
"As I said before, you'd better get some sleep."
Her strong, warm arms continued to hold him tight. "It's wonderful that we can lie here, on our sides like this, with you so deeply in me. A fellow with a shorter prick would be slipping out."
"Don't you have to go to the toilet?"
Cherry replied, "I really should, but I can't bear to give you up that long."
"We can't stay like this all night, baby."
"Do you need to urinate?"
"My hair's floating on top of my head."
"Then I suppose you'd better get up and go."
"Ladies first."
"Too bad they don't have two-holers for couples."
"Yeah, I'll suggest that to some big plumbing fixture company."
"Let's try something, Joe!"
"What?" he inquired suspiciously.
"I'll sit on the toilet seat and you'll get on your knees before me and we'll both pee at the same time."
"That could be a tricky operation," Joe objected.
"You won't try it?" Cherry pouted.
"Will you shut up and go to sleep afterwards?"
"Yes." She dug long fingernails into his ribs. "Come on, lazy bones, up and at 'em."
Even after Cherry was seated on the lavender toilet seat, her legs spread wide as possible, he was dubious of the outcome when he kneeled and hung his half limber penis into the small space in the receptacle available to him. And exactly what he feared happened! For the first time in his life, a hot stream of urine gushed all over his cock while it was still in action.
"I'm sorry, Joe!" she cried out contritely. "Don't be sore at me."
"It's okay."
"No, is isn't, and I'm going to fill the bowl with nice warm water and wash you off."
"I can do that myself," he protested.
"But it's all my fault that you got wet, darling."
He decided that it was easier to agree than to continue to object. "Okay, Cherry, if you say so."
After the short urination period was over, the statuesque blonde did just what she had promised to do.
"Um, that's a beaut!" she exclaimed as she vigorously applied soap and water to his redheaded tool. "There should be some way to preserve that for posterity."
After she had gently toweled his bat and bag, she suddenly dropped to her knees before him, lifted his cock in her left hand and moved it toward her mouth.
"No!" he commanded harshly.
Her dark brown eyes pleaded. "Not just a wee bit, sweetheart?"
He shook his head. "I love going off in your cunt too well."
"But you're not hard enough to get back into me. I'm wide awake now and won't go to sleep unless you-"
"Unless what?"
She smiled warmly up into his face. "We've got to realize that there will be periods when dickie is going to be too limp for straight screwing even when we're hot for each other."
"And so?"
"We do a sixty-nine for relief."
"You've done your homework well, haven't you? But not tonight, we don't!"
She looked at her wristwatch. "The night's young, darling. Only a little past two."
"I'm ready for sleep," he said sharply.
"Do you want me to get out my electric vibrator?"
"You're not that hot! If I fucked you any more, your ass would disintegrate."
Cherry got to her feet. "Okay then, back to bed we go. Did you ever use a vibrator on your dick?"
"Hell, no! What for?"
"It helps limp, lame joints."
"For a professed virgin, you seem to know a hell of a lot about pricks."
"I have friends who tell me things and I read a lot."
"In my book, you're too damned wise for your years."
They had crawled back into bed when Cherry said, "One short, leisurely sixty-nine isn't going to hurt you. After all, you can stay in bed all day."
"For Christ's sake, Cherry, can't you get enough?"
"Remember that I've waited years and in the meantime, you've been fucking like an over-sexed mink."
He gave up. "I'll tongue you until you go out of your mind, but you're not going to make me come. If I let you put my cock in your mouth, you've got to promise you won't gobble it like it's a delicious, fat frankfurter."
"I promise."
Although he had learned a long time ago that a girl's promise was no more substantial than a soap bubble, he believed Cherry.
But what a mistake it had been to trust his sister! The moment he got his tongue into her hot cunt, her mouth clamped down on his prick and sucked as hard at it as a hungry calf goes at its mother's teats. With his moth busy in her pussy, he couldn't very well protest and too soon he felt his staff preparing for an orgasm. Now he couldn't stop what he was doing and he didn't want her to either.
The room was beginning to spin when he came violently, his spasms like miniature earthquakes, shaking his entire body viciously. His gun was still spitting when he collapsed, panting and exhausted.
He felt as if he had just merged from a fresh grave when his eyes opened and made a voyage about the partially sunlit bedroom. His gaze finally came to rest upon a small alarm clock on the chest of drawers near the bed. Five minutes past eleven! He really had died.
A heavy, authoritative knocking on the front door caused him to sit up. Nude as he was, he wasn't about to go see who was making the racket. He didn't need to answer the summons after all. There was the unmistakable sound of a key being turned in a lock and then the door opened.
A minute later, a tall, gaunt, gray-haired woman stood in the bedroom doorway, surveying him with lecherous blue eyes. He didn't need to be told that this was his sister's ex-madam landlady.
The elderly woman said crisply, "I'm Nellie Nelson, your landlady. I understand you're Cherry's new husband. Welcome to Melody Manor, Joe."
He bleated out somehow, "Then you saw Cherry this morning?"
A weird smile covered Nellie's wrinkled features. "We had a word before she went to work. Ambitious, hard-working gal, that one. I could have used her in my business if this was back five years ago. I had the fanciest place in Miami. All my girls had titles Princess Elizabeth held down the number one bed. One time a nobleman from England stopped in for a visit and recognized her right off."
Joe wished that the woman would go. She was making him very nervous.
Winking, Nellie Johnson continued. "I'm surprised that the bed's still standing."
Although he hadn't blushed in years, he felt his face redden now. "I hope we didn't disturb you, Miss Nelson."
She laughed harshly. "I was tempted to break down the door. Hey, from what I can see from here, you're a big one."
Despite the fact that he didn't have anything resembling a hard-on, he remembered his nakedness and hastily covered his penis with both hands.
The landlady's sharp eyes went on focusing on his hands. "You needn't mind me, mister. I've seen as much cock as anyone living. First house I had in Miami, I charged studs a buck an inch. That reminds me of a story a traveling man told me. An Irishman, a German and a Jew went to a whorehouse such as mine and after they had finished what they came for and were out of the building, they compared the prices they paid. The Irishman reported that he had six inches, so it cost him six dollars. The German proudly announced that he had to plank out seven. The Jew said nothing and finally his pals insisted that he tell them how much he spent, 'A dollar, ninety-eight,' he confessed, 'but that was because I wouldn't let the madam measure my prick until after I'd gone off.'" Although disturbed by Nellie's presence, he laughed dutifully. "Cute story."
She was obviously pleased. "I have a million of 'em. On the days that your wife is tied up, we'll have to sit around and shoot the bull. Cherry tells me that you've been a sailor and I'll bet that you can relate some mighty interesting experiences."
"I've been around a bit," he admitted.
Nellie winked again. "I've had plenty of ups and downs myself. One of these days, I'm gonna write a book. Already I have a title. How do you like THE SCREW SHOP?"
"Sounds like it might have commercial possibilities."
"I think it's a better title than WHEN'S A HOUSE NOT A HOME and that made a fortune for a friend of mine in New York City."
"I read the book. Nothing dull about it."
Her eyes remained on his nude body. "I sleep in the raw, too. So does Cherry, I'll bet. She's some dish."
He didn't comment.
The ex-whore added, "You gonna work in Tampa?"
He inclined his head. "I hope to."
"Got anything in mind?"
"I have a friend who operates an employment agency. I expect he can fix me up."
"I'll give you a recommend to Rose Dawson. I'm sure she could use a muscle man at her bar. She used to work for me in Miami. Before that, she was in burlesque. They don't come with hearts any bigger. If I say the word, you're practically on her payroll."
"Thanks a lot, Miss Nelson, but I can't see myself as a bouncer."
"Oh, you'd soon be much more than that. You look smart and brains are an asset in any business. Rose'd go for you."
"I want to talk to my friend before I make any commitments."
"That's okay, but let me know if you want me to call Rose." She changed the subject. "I just know that you haven't had anything to eat this morning. My apartment is just down the hall to the right. Number twelve. You can't miss it." She cackled. "And you needn't dress. I go around most of the time with what I've got on now, a nightgown. Can you see anything? Not that it matters. My old box has been exposed thousands of times."
He could indeed see most of her cunt through the thin, blue nylon gown. Not that he was interested in this aged monkey.
"Thanks for the invitation, Miss Nelson, but I must dress and go out right away."
"Some other time then?"
"Perhaps."
"You're not going to make the same mistake that some new bridegrooms make, are you?"
"What kind of a mistake?"
Nellie laughed boisterously, "Cling to their wives' petticoats. A handsome guy like you should get around with the gals, spreading sunshine and other nice things. It just doesn't pay to tie yourself to one broad. That's what my son, Danny, did and three months after the wedding, his wife ran away with an old geezer who had been a banker. You know, he embezzled a quarter of a million dollars, so I guess she decided that she preferred age to beauty, especially if age was well-heeled."
"I thrust Cherry utterly."
"That's what you think now, but you won't be able to satisfy her."
He lost his temper. "The hell I won't!"
Nellie went on, unabashed. "In the business Cherry's in, she meets rich, fat cats willing to lay the old green on the line. I'm not just beating my gums, I know what I'm talking about. My granddaughter, Emily, is a nurse and she tells me all about these wealthy studs and how they operate. One started out by offering her five hundred bucks for a lay, and has raised the price until he's now offering two grand. How much longer do you think she's going to hold out? Besides, why should she? Her pussy's made no different than any other woman's."
"You mentioned your son and granddaughter. Do I understand it's Missus Nelson?"
"Nope, it's Miss alright, but who says that a gal's gotta be married to have kids?"
"Oh, I see. Anyway, maybe your Emily can't stand the old boy that's willing to lay out all that dough."
"The average fellow can't stay on for more than fifteen minutes and Emily could shut her eyes for that long and imagine that she was being pounded by some movie star. I'll bet you've closed your eyes many a time when you've worked over some dog and told yourself that she was a glamorous actress. Right?"
"I suppose so," he mumbled.
Again came the elderly woman's broad wink. "You could do that with me and forget about next month's rent."
His stomach suddenly turned sour and he clutched his penis. Hell would be freezing over the day he rammed his cock into that old hag who stood there leering at him.
"I've got to get up and dress. I'm late now." He hardly recognized his own grating voice.
Nellie Nelson's face abruptly changed. "Why don't you quit playing games, big boy?"
"Games?"
"You and Cherry aren't shitting me, mister! All I need to do is to make one call to the cops and you're in big trouble."
His heart began pounding hard. "What're you talking about, woman?"
"You have an enemy, did you know that, Joe boy? This morning, right after Cherry left, my telephone rang and the caller gave me some very interesting news. Your so-called wife is really your sister. You'd be put away for at least ten years if I should squeal on you."
He could barely talk. "Its a lie!"
"Prove it," she challenged.
"I can easily do that."
"Go ahead."
"I'll bring a friend here who has known me for life."
Nellie shook her gray head. "You're bluffing, boy. I've looked into lying faces for many long years. I've got you over a barrel and you know it. Now, I'm a reasonable woman and we can work out a deal between us that no one need know about."
Joe gasped, "What kind of a deal?"
"I rarely have a vaginal discharge anymore, but can have anal orgasms for hours. Follow me?"
He could feel the color leaving his face. "You expect me to take you in the rear?"
Nodding, she advanced further into the room. "All men are latent homosexuals. Yes, you're gonna screw me in the bottom."
"I couldn't get a hard-on," he protested.
Nellie retorted grimly, "You'd better whip up one, young man!"
"Why don't you just let Cherry and me move out?"
"Not a chance! When I get myself a pigeon, I never let go. Start getting your meat in shape for a trip into my itching ass."
Joe couldn't really believe that this was all happening until the old woman slipped out of her gown and joined him on the bed.
He made another desperate attempt to escape the fate that appeared to be in store for him. "I'm awfully big when I'm hard. I'll hurt you."
Nellie laughed. "I've had sixteen inches up my rectum."
"But I'm four inches around."
"The big dick was five."
"Cherry must never know."
"She'll never hear it from me if you cooperate."
Grasping his penis win his left hand, he attempted to instill some life into it. No chance. "See, Miss Nelson?"
"Call me Nellie, honey. I'll suck some strength into that pole."
His stomach began to churn again. "No! I'll get it up somehow!" Now he pinched and squeezed his rod with both hands and, to his relief, his staff finally responded. By thinking of his mother's beautiful buttocks, he was able to induce additional peter power.
"That looks ripe and ready," Nellie cried. "Take that big dong and shove it up my ass right now!" She got on her knees and grinned at him over her shoulder.
Positioning himself properly for what had to be done, Joe rubbed the head of his cock against the bony buttocks. Even the brown-ringed asshole didn't look inviting.
"Jam it to me, big boy!" the woman yelled. "Put that beautiful prick all the way home!"
The glans of his dick went beyond her sphincter and Nellie grunted as his penis became buried up to the hilt in her asshole. His balls were resting on the cheeks of her buttocks when they went wild in an effort to make him pop his nuts and trigger her discharge.
Grabbing her- long, baggy tits in his hands, he plunged ruthlessly in and out of her dunghole until the pressure so built up in his loins that an explosion resulted, causing gism to spurt into and out of her skinny butt.
It was at this point that a shrill feminine voice cried out, "What're you letting that brute do to you, Granny?"
"Emily, you're always snooping around!" Nellie Nelson screamed. "Go mind your own business and don't call me Granny again! Hear?"
By the time Joe jerked out his rod and whirled about, the female addressed as Emily had disappeared.
CHAPTER FOUR
Johnson was more than a little disturbed by the unexpected predicament in which he found himself. His homecoming was rapidly becoming a nightmare, much different than he had visualized in his imagination while he put in the long, lonely hours on the ship far out to sea. Although screwing his sister had been pleasurable bonus, he was seriously beginning to wonder if he shouldn't have remained away from Tampa and made a new life for himself elsewhere. With the money he had put away and his several acceptable talents, he was confident that he could make out fairly well almost anywhere he should choose to go.
It wasn't only the fact that the dirty, old landlady would be expecting him to bugger her whenever she felt the need that that concerned him. There had been a witness to his act in the person of her niece. In addition, there was that unknown person that had telephoned Nellie Nelson and put her wise that two of her shacking-up tenants were actually brother and sister. Who in the hell could the bigmouth be? He wished that he had asked the ex-madam the sex of her caller. That knowledge might make it easier to find the windbag and do something about him or her, whichever it might be.
His father was sore because he was laying Cherry. Might he have spilled his guts to someone while he was in his cups? He always did have a loose tongue when he was drinking. Of course, his mother could be so angry at him that she may have telephoned Nellie or had someone else to do it for her. No, he couldn't believe that she would attempt to get him into any trouble. She had always been so fond of him. Especially after they began having sexual intercourse.
He finally decided that worrying wasn't going to do a damned bit of 'good. He had better get the lead out of his britches and go to see Carl Reynolds about a job. If he had work, he'd be away from the apartment most of the time and Nellie Nelson would have trouble cornering him whenever she had the need for having her lust satisfied.
Reynolds was much heavier than when Joe had last seen him. He was also quite handsome and expensively attired and looked the successful businessman as he sat in the large private office behind a massive walnut desk.
After he had gotten up and shaken Johnson's hand heartily, the employment agency dropped back down into his wide chair.
"Park the butt, Joe," he invited genially, waving a hand upon which sparkled a huge diamond ring. "It must've been five years since I've seen you, old pal."
Joe took the straight back chair near the desk. "More than six, Carl. You're looking prosperous."
Although the other man's hair was thinning and an expanse of scalp showed through the sparse strands, strangely enough, it didn't detract from his general attractive appearance. If anything, the baldness enhanced the man's virile look.
He grinned expansively back at Carl. "I'm ridin' high, chum. Those aren't bad looking threads you're wearing, fellow. I heard somewhere that you were off hunting pirate loot. From your looks, you must've found it."
Johnson shrugged. "Just got back in town."
"Did you bring back any gold to show for your work?"
"Yeah, some."
"That's okay then. It's hell to have to be away from civilization such a long time and have nothing to show for it."
"Yeah, I know."
"Let's see, weren't you associated with that big outfit in Miami? From when I read in the papers, they do alright."
"I was one of their divers for two years."
Opening a box of cigars on the polished, shiny desk, Reynolds shoved it toward Joe. "Have one, old buddie. Buck apiece. Made especially for me."
Apparently Carl Reynolds couldn't help trying to impress his old-time friend of his success. Joe didn't much like it, but he couldn't blame him for showing off a little.
He shook his head. "Thanks, Carl, but I don't smoke cigars."
"Too bad. They're one of my greatest pleasures. That and an excellent bottle of Scotch. I needn't ask you what your number one vice is. If I had a cock like I remember yours to be, I'd have it in some hot hole all the time. When we were in high school, it was rumored around that you were screwing the principal."
"Oh, come off it, Carl."
"How about it, Joe? You can tell me."
"The principal was a man."
"You know who I mean, Ruth Ritter."
"She was the vice-principal."
Reynolds said impatiently, "As if I didn't know. She was one sweet looking piece. I used to get a hard-on just looking at the outline of her tits. That babe really hung out."
"I'll admit she had plenty in the bust department."
Reynolds looked sideways at Joe and said slyly, "I'll bet you've gone off between them."
Although Joe actually had done that very thing, he wasn't about to confess that fact now. That was jism over the dam. He changed the subject. "I'm looking for a connection, Carl."
A frown came over the square, tanned face. "Positions are pretty scarce right now, Joe. Things should pick up in the fall. If you need dough to live on, I could fix you up with a service station job at a buck and a half an hour."
"I'd rather not pump gas. I don't need money that bad. I can live awhile on what I've stashed away, but I need something to keep me busy."
"You're a good swimmer and I have an opening for a lifeguard at a dollar, sixty per. That's clean work and there's always the chance to pick up tips."
"Tips at the beach?"
Reynolds chuckled. "With your prick, you could do okay with the broads that come down here from the north. Some of 'em are really loaded, too. Now there's something that's no crap, fellow. One of the guys I placed in a job like that last summer, is now driving his own Caddy and has just bought himself one of those big, luxurious houseboats. Now he knew how to make his dick pay off. The middle-aged widow he married is no slouch, either. She could do things to my hammer any day."
"Aren't you married, Carl?"
"Yeah, if you want to call it that. Clara's a real dog. I don't like to talk about it and I wouldn't to everyone, but the fact is she constantly drinks too much and spends more time at the racetrack than a Greyhound. The way she drives around drunk and smashes up cars all the time, she won't be around too long."
"I'm sorry, Carl. You have my sympathy."
"Thanks, Joe, but I don't need it. I get along just fine." He grinned meaningfully.
Johnson got to his feet. "It's been nice seeing you, Carl, and I'll keep in touch. You must be a busy man, so I won't waste more of your time."
Reynolds protested quickly, "Don't gallop off like that, friend. It's been a long time since we've had a chance to bullshit each other."
"Here's my number. Give me a ring if something comes up that I could handle, Carl." He scribbled the phone number of the apartment on a pad lying near an elaborate paperweight on the desk.
"Hey, I just came up with a brilliant idea, boy. Why in the hell should you be working for some slave driver? Why not be your own boss and let the long green come rolling in?"
Joe shook his head doubtfully. "What kind of business could I get into On my own?"
"Treasure, what else?"
"That's no good. One needs lots of modern equipment to hunt down treasure."
Now the employment service operator grinned widely. "Now how much equipment would you need to draw maps of buried loot? Why, you could clean up selling them to get-rich-quick stupid clunks."
"I have no idea where there's any hidden or buried treasure of any kind. I just went along for the ride, so to speak. Don't you understand that I was merely a paid employee of the company?"
"You've surely heard of Jesse James and his gang?"
"Sure. Who hasn't?"
Carl's face took on a smug expression. "I own a five-hundred-acre farm in the Ozarks where Jesse James used to hide out."
"So?"
"You didn't know that I'm a coin collector from way back, did you?"
"No, I didn't. But what does your hobby have to do with this farm of yours?"
"I could seed the place with something over five thousand silver dollars and make a big deal out of discovering it myself. I'd broadcast the find around and would have the cartwheels and the holes where I dug to show for it. Of course, I'd hint that this was only a small part of the treasure and that I knew where the big haul was buried. I'd say that as soon as I could take the time, I intended to come back and get the rest of it. I'd not tell the location of the big poodle, but you could supply a map for the suckers for, say a mere twenty bucks apiece."
"How would I have learned of your secret cache?"
"Simple. You're my best friend and confidant."
Johnson shook his head. "Your plan doesn't sound feasible to me."
"Why not?"
"Well there's something missing."
"It'll work, I tell you. People are greedy. Why, last year alone, the dopes bought thousands of acres of worthless land in the United States. You read about it all the time."
"The law could burn the asses of those promoters who peddle worthless land."
"But they seldom clamp down on them. Besides, you'd be selling maps to ground in the vicinity where old money was actually discovered. At least, no one could prove otherwise."
"People who'd buy the maps would dig up your farm until there'd be nothing left but craters."
Reynolds chuckled. "Let them have their fun. I bought the five hundred acres at a tax scale a few years ago and it still isn't worth a thousand bucks."
"There's no buildings?"
"Oh, a shack, an old barn and a chicken house, if you can call them buildings. You could throw a cat through any of them anywhere."
"Selling worthless maps would be dirty pool. I've never been a crook."
"You've never been rich either. What's your objection to having a pile in the bank?"
"None, of course. I'd like to be comfortably fixed, but that would be like stealing money."
"The loss of twenty bucks isn't going to hurt anyone. Any punk would spend more than that for a night on the town or a good piece of ass."
"Yeah, but they're always sore losers," Joe announced evenly. Reynolds shrugged. "A couple of years ago, you were rated as one of the strongest men in football. You still look plenty tough, so who's going to get hard with you?"
"I don't like trouble, Carl."
"Boy, I've known you since grammar school and never knew you to run away from it. You weren't called Rocky for nothing."
"I'm older now. I don't like to knock heads together as I once did."
"You'll never find another soft setup like this one, man. I'll even provide the treasure maps and all you'll have to do is sell them. In fact, I've thought of another smart idea that'll have people flocking to you, begging for maps."
Joe laughed disbelievingly. "That'll be the day!"
"You think I'm bullshitting you, don't you?"
"Well, you're taxing my credibility a bit."
"How does news travel fastest, Joe?"
"By telephone, I suppose."
"Word of mouth is even a more effective form of advertising any product. It's better than newspapers, TV or radio. Soon as we get a lot of traps flapping, we're in business. You'll see for yourself within a couple of weeks."
"I've taken up too much of your time, Carl. I've got to shove off."
Reynolds' face darkened. "You don't buy my proposition, huh?"
"I'll sleep on it."
"Don't sleep to damned long, chum. I just might have to find another partner."
Joe was at the door of the luxurious office when he turned and said, "In case I decide to throw in with you, how do we split the take?"
Carl's features brightened perceptibly. "Right down the middle, Joe boy."
"I'll give you an answer soon, fellow."
Johnson's next stop was a bar directly across the street from his mother's well established beauty salon. He had missed looked at her for all those months and yearned to get a glimpse of her beautiful figure. He hoped that she would leave the shop for some reason. He was standing at the front window of the modern day saloon when he saw a girl come from his mother's shop. She headed straight across the street. He immediately recognized the brassy red head of Laura Lamont, an operator in his parent's beauty factory.
At first, he was tempted to seek refuge in the men's room, then decided that he would face Laura. Maybe he could pump some interesting information from her.
"Hi, handsome," the redhead called out cheerily as she caught sight of him. "I didn't know you were back from the wilds."
"Hello, Laura," he replied. "Mom didn't spread the glad tidings?"
"Bea doesn't discuss you with the help. Guess she wants to be sure to keep you all to herself."
He smiled at his youthful companion. She must be about twenty-five now. "Ma in a good humor today?"
"Ha!" the girl exclaimed. "She's got the disposition of a constipated hornet. Did you two have a spat?"
He wasn't about to tell the redhead that he hadn't seen his mother since his return. "We never fight."
Laura Lamont laughed. "But you do plenty of something else spelled with an F."
Joe felt his face turning scarlet. "You'd better spell that out."
Keeping her voice down, she continued, "F U C K, honey."
"My God, she's my mother!"
"Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, handsome." They had been so sure that their secret had been their own private one all these years, but now it seemed that it was an evident fact to several. The gossip mongers had probably been having a Roman holiday at his and his mother's expense.
He shouted furiously, "Someone has been spreading lies about us! Where'd you hear such a thing? At the shop?"
The girl shook her head calmly. "Bea very carelessly left a letter she was writing to you lying around where we all could read it. It said everything in detail. Shame on you, diddling your own ma."
He knew that his features took on even more color. He denied as vehemently as he could, "I never did! I swear it! What the hell kind of a bastard do you think I am?"
Laura threw back her smartly styled red head and laughed. "I figure you are a very smart swinger who doesn't miss many opportunities. Can I buy you a beer?"
"Thanks lots, but I'm not drinking."
"Suds is good for the joystick, not that I imagine you have any trouble with yours." She smirked at him. "I've heard lots about you on the grapevine. You'd be surprised how news travels in a beauty salon. I never will forget the day when the boss got so furious because Mrs. Richbritches dropped your name in the shop."
Immediately his heart began hammering. "I don't recognize the name."
The redhead giggled. "She goes by the formal name of Mrs. Tyson. Martha Tyson."
He made a face. "I hardly know that old battleaxe."
"You didn't stop and change a tire for her one rainy night and she showed her gratitude in the back seat of the Imperial?"
Joe exclaimed, "That was nearly ten years ago!"
Again Laura giggled. "You must have made a deep impression for poor Martha to remember."
"When was it that she exaggerated the incident between us?"
"Let's see. It was shortly after I went to work for Bea. That was five years ago last June."
"Old Tyson has a hell of a memory to wait five years to spill her venom."
Laura drank from her glass. "I'll bet she'd love a repeat performance. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind testing your steel myself."
"I'm booked up for three months."
"Maybe someone will cancel for some reason. I'm in the phone book."
He shrugged. "I imagine your friends appreciate that."
"I'm serious. I'd run out on a date for you."
"I'm flattered." She went on blithely, "One never knows when fever will strike. We're about due for a full moon and I'm sure I needn't remind you what that means."
To his surprise, he was getting a hard-on. After a long starvation diet from sex, it seemed that his cock was still a long ways from being satisfied. Perhaps he shouldn't be quite so brusque with Laura Lamont. What if Cherry should be tied up until late?
"You're even much prettier than I remember you, Laura," he said, his voice thickening in spite of himself.
His flattery caused her face to bloom. "Thanks, Joe. You know you've long been my idea of a dreamboat."
"You aren't married?"
"I should say not!"
"Do you have your own place?"
"Basement apartment, but real cute. And I cook up a storm. Why don't you let me demonstrate tonight?"
He gave her proposal considerable thought. If Cherry wasn't going to be free, he wouldn't have to sit around the apartment. Old Nellie Nelson might make a nuisance of herself again if he stayed there alone.
"I don't know what to say," he said finally. The redhead laughed again.
"Naturally you have a target for tonight and you're wondering if the time could be spent more profitably with me. I'll be home by five and if you want to make an inspection, you'll sure be welcome."
Joe had always loved full chested women and, although his companion was barely five feet tall, she possessed surprisingly large breasts.
Catching him eyeing her bosom speculatively, Laura said very simply, "That's all me. Not even a bra."
"You didn't vibrate when you walked in."
"So you were watching? Well, honey, I'm awfully firm."
"I'm getting that way myself," he said suggestively.
The girl's eyes began to sparkle. "All of a sudden? Just like that, huh?"
He inclined his dark head. "I'm as temptuous as a thunderstorm."
She glanced at her wristwatch. "I have a hunch that your condition calls for quick treatment. You might expire on me before I get off work. Tell you what I'll do. I'll go back to the shop and con Bea into believing that I'm coming down with something and ask to be allowed to go home. We're not too busy today and I know she'll agree. Do you know where Cole Street is?"
Johnson nodded. "When I was a kid I stood on the corner of Cole and Second and sold papers."
Opening a black handbag, the girl extended a key. "I live at Sixteen Cole, Apartment A. Go on ahead and make yourself at home."
"Shouldn't I wait for you?"
"Of course not. Why do that. You make yourself ready for me."
"Okay, Red. If that's the way you want it."
In less than fifteen minutes, he had reached his destination, found the apartment he wanted. Once inside, he quickly stripped and stretched out upon the single bed in the solitary bedroom. Now ready to screw, he hoped that Laura Lamont wouldn't keep him waiting long.
As he lay there, he contemplated his probable future with mixed emotions. Out of his multitude of thoughts came the certainty that his penis was going to continue to dominate his life. Despite his three years in the navy, he hadn't become addicted to liquor, cigarettes or narcotics, as had many of the fellows that he had known. No, it had always been that intense desire for more and more sexual relationships that had plagued both his brain and body. Only when fucking was he completely satisfied. The world never looked actually bright except when he was driving toward a powerful orgasm.
Even the knowledge that he could screw his excitingly passionate sister any time that he could get her into bed didn't help now that he was inflamed with demanding lust. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he knew that he could never abstain for long. He realized that he must have sex now very shortly, if he was to retain his sanity. Already semen was escaping from his throbbing prod and that wasn't good. Even the release of so small an amount of seed tended to cut down that stiffness in his rod.
"Come on, you redheaded bitch!" he said aloud. "Big daddy wants to sock your cunt full of his jism!"
It was at that moment that Laura Lamont stuck her head through the bedroom door. "Got you talking to yourself, eh, honey?" she called out.
Noting with happy eyes that the young beautician had already undressed, he grabbed his dick in one hand and waved it at her. "Come and get it, Red. The pickle's already on the table."
"Pickle, my ass! That's the biggest cucumber ever raised! Boy, I don't know whether you're going to make my poor cunt happier or sorer. I sure hope I can take you."
He reached out his arms eagerly to her and she came into them, shot her tongue between his teeth and nearly choked him. He got even by promptly inserting two fingers far up in her hairy pussy. Right off, the redhead spasmed vigorously. Not one to keep such a hungry cunt waiting, he substituted his terribly swollen cock for the fingers.
He was at the end of her wet channel when she pulled her tongue from his mouth and screamed, "Watch that! I'm not an old she-elephant!"
"You're as tight as a Scotchman's ass, baby!" he retorted.
She dug long, sharp fingernails into his back. "Let's keep me reasonably whole. Goddammit, I'm going off again! Oh, fuck. The dam broke!"
He pulled up sharply at the conclusion of his second plunge. "Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"I've got to stop!" he hissed against her flushed face.
"You can stop at a time like this?" A moan escaped his lips.
"I'm like a boy at the county fair with only a nickel to spend."
One of her hands found and fondled his nuts. "Santa Claus never carried such a full bag!"
"Maybe not, but I don't want to distribute all my goodies too soon."
Laura ceased swishing her firmly packed hips. "This is sure too good to end suddenly. Draw it out as long as you can, sweetheart."
"Too bad that one big load can't be split up into a dozen little ones, each having the impact of the large one."
"If I came any harder, my cunt would split in a dozen sections. Honey, I feel as if I'd exploded a ton of dynamite."
Now he sucked at her very full breasts, a hell of a way to keep his gun from beginning to fire.
"Oh, that feels so good," the redhead whimpered.
After awhile he released the long nipple in his mouth. "How long's it been since you were last screwed, Red?"
"You're not planning to take up a new confession, are you? Such as being a reporter for a fucking underground newspaper?"
He grinned, his penis still idle. "Conversation helps keep me from going off."
"When there's a big dick in me, I can't think of anything else."
"I must be heavy for you. After all, you're a little girl."
"I'm strong for my hundred pounds. After you come the first time, I'll let you turn over on your back."
"I might slip out in the process."
"No, you won't. There's metal in the head of your prick and I've got a powerful magnet in my pussy. You're trapped, sweetie."
Joe sighed deeply. "I could stay here forever."
"If you like me that much, you may as well move in with me, or wouldn't your mother approve?"
"I'm twenty-seven and have been my own boss since I graduated from high school.
"I've heard that you went to college. Your folks paid for that, didn't they?"
He shook his head. "Not one penny! I earned my way through a football scholarship. And then, a rich alumnus of the school helped me some."
"I love football. I've seen you play with the professionals. You didn't know that I followed your career so closely, did you? You were a toughie with the Tigers."
"I had a lot of weight and height to swing around."
"And here I am, little Laura Lamont, taking all that a big football star can dish out. Wish I had a picture of us for my scrapbook."
"Talking about fucking makes it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. I try to avoid the subject when I'm about to blow."
She said hopefully, "You'll get another hard-on, if you blow your stack now, won't you?"
"Perhaps," he agreed.
"You'll never know until you try."
That was all the encouragement he needed to start fucking her powerfully again. He thrust into her with all his weight and it wasn't long before she began crying and whimpering as the orgasms tore from her hard-pressed cunt. The rest had done him good and he was able to sink his cock into her for several minutes before he felt his own come beginning. By halting momentarily, he delayed the inevitable for seconds and then he was thrashing away at the receptive pussy and pouring his semen into her. He was very aware of her twitching buttocks as she received all that he had to give.
Later he lay beside her as she smoked a cigarette. Because of her heavy breathing, she had considerable trouble with the smoke.
Finally, with her heaving, firm breasts rising and falling, Laura said, "No wonder Bea doesn't want anyone else to have you. No one has ever screwed me like that."
His temper broke loose at that and he lied, shouting, "I told you that I never fucked my mother!"
"I'm sorry I said that. Don't get sore."
For a moment, he was so angry that he was tempted to smash in her face with a big, hard fist. "I don't like to be ribbed and I want no more of it! Especially when it comes to something like that."
"Okay, sweetheart."
"I'd better go."
"Oh, no!"
"I think I should."
"But we haven't done what we said we would."
"And that's what?"
"I said I'd turn you over on your back and keep you in me, but you got up."
"You didn't protest when I did."
She smiled faintly. "My head was whirling too much at the time. I hardly realized that you had pulled out."
"I didn't know you were that far gone."
"You won't leave, will you, honey?"
"There'll be other episodes."
"D'ya mean that?"
"When a man finds something this good, he's bound to go back to it."
"Do you think I'm really good?"
"Didn't it show?"
"I wanted to cook you a meal tonight."
His dick having spoken, he was anxious to be on his way. "Some other time, baby."
"When?"
"Soon."
Laura pouted prettily. "You'll be with someone else tonight. I just know it. I didn't change your plans at all."
"I'm temporarily sponging off of my sister. She's expecting to make dinner for me when she gets home."
Suddenly the redhead looked like a thundercloud. "Oh, the great, highly-paid model?"
"You know Cherry?"
"I've seen her around the shop sometimes. Your mother's the only one that she'll let touch her hair. The rest of us aren't good enough. What does she think it's made of, gold threads or something?"
"Evidently you don't like my sister."
Laura's pert nose went up. "No woman would ever like her. She carries herself as if she thinks her shit doesn't stink."
"Cherry's really a sweet, unselfish girl."
"Better not let her get her fangs into you."
"We've always been close." He was dressing now.
"Nevertheless, she'll chop you up into little pieces, sooner or later, and will sell you piece by piece, to the highest bidder."
He shook his head vigorously. "You've got her all wrong, Red."
"Maybe, if you say so."
After much clinging and cajoling, Laura finally let Joe go and he made his escape as quickly as possible and hurried back to the apartment he was sharing with his sister.
Cherry was restlessly pacing the floor when he got there. She greeted him with a challenging, "Where have you been, Joe?"
He dropped into the chair nearest the front door. "Around. Don't worry about me, Sis."
"And where is around?" Her voice was still chilly.
"I went to see Carl Reynolds about a position."
"What happened?" She quit walking and went to the black leather davenport and draped herself in it.
"Reynolds had some poor paying jobs open. I wasn't at all interested in them. He also had one dumb proposition."
"Enlighten me."
He proceeded to give his sister a sketchy outline of the employment agency owner's scheme. "Lousy idea, huh?"
Cherry surprised him. "Maybe not. Maybe not so lousy, after all." Then her voice changed and she added suspiciously. "Then where'd you go after you left Reynolds?"
Although he resented her questioning, he pretended to be affable. "Bars, poolrooms. Places where the old gang used to hang out. You name it."
"So which of the boys did you cornhole?"
That did it. His temper flared.
After his outburst and he cooled down, Cherry went on coldly, "Which of your buddies uses lipstick?"
He unconsciously swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "You can take me off the pan right now, Cherry! After all, how do I know where you've been and what you've been doing all day?"
She retorted scathingly, "For one thing, I didn't strap on my trusty dildo and screw Nellie Nelson in the ass."
Swiftly he had trouble with his breathing. "Who said you did?"
"You went into that dirty, old woman's bottom! Don't deny it!"
"Oh, Cherry, I did no such thing!"
"Don't lie to me, big brother! Her granddaughter saw you in action. She's thinking seriously about having you arrested. I'm not sure that I got her talked out of it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Joe was silent for a few minutes after his sister's disclosure of Nellie Nelson's granddaughter's threat, then he said explosively, "I've had more than enough of this rat cage! We're going to move out before the roof falls in on us!"
"We can't do that," Cherry protested. "Besides, we'll never find anything this comfortable for the price."
"Do you want me to go on greasing the old whore's ass whenever she gets the urge?"
The young blonde's darkened eyebrows went up and down. "You can avoid the amorous slut if you try. If you're not hanging around here all the time, there isn't much chance of her getting at you."
He frowned. "What kind of a home can we have here if I have to keep avoiding the buzzard all the time?"
"She'd never dare bother you with me around."
"Want to bet? That dame has more guts than a sty of pigs. If we stay on, it won't be long before she'll be insisting that you lap her filthy cunt."
Cherry retorted, "That'll be the day!"
"We've got to blow, Sis. We have no choice."
She shook her head. "If you run, you're chased. I don't intend to give up what I have here in Tampa. I'll work out something with Nellie."
He was skeptical. "Like what?"
"I'm sure she's greedy for money. I could afford to pay her an additional ten dollars a month rent. Just leave Nellie to me."
"I'm not sticking my rod up her dirty ass again! I've had it!"
She gave him a warm smile. "You worry too much, honey. Why don't you take a nice warm shower while I get dinner? That'll relax you for the time being, then after dinner, we can feast upon each other in the bedroom for dessert. You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?"
He nodded automatically. "I'm your pussy's slave."
"Have you missed me today, Joe?"
"Of course."
"Tonight we'll make up for the hours that we've been apart. The day was bearable for me because, all the time, I was imagining that I had your beautiful cock far up in me."
Johnson got up from his chair. "Perhaps a shower will perk me up."
She laughed teasingly. "You do look rather beat. Is your bag dragging?"
He grinned. "When I get you in bed, you'll find out."
She also got to her feet. "Have you thought anymore about Carl Reynolds' proposition?"
"Do you want me to become a goddamned crook?"
"I want you to have lots of money and all the good things of life." She was already on her way to the kitchen.
He followed at his sister's heels, admiring the fluid movement of her marvelous hips. God, she was stacked!
"One doesn't have to be a-thief to make it."
Stopping abruptly, Cherry turned and faced him. "You're through being someone's hired flunky, Joe. With what you have, you should be your own boss, sitting on top of the world."
He grunted, "Yeah? Please, wise one, tell me where I've failed."
She reached up and patted his cheek affectionately. "What would you like for dinner, honey?"
"Surprise me. You should know that I have a cast-iron stomach that can keep pace with a gas incinerator."
Her pretty face became thoughtful. "Your magnificent prick should make you a fortune."
"You mean, sell it inch by inch to wealthy spinsters and widows?"
"Of course not! I want it all for myself."
"Maybe I could sell selected photos of it."
"Be serious, Joe. Our entire future together could depend upon a single decision right now."
Johnson said jokingly, "You're a model, so why don't I become one, too?"
"You could have something there, big brother."
"I was only kidding, Cherry."
"But I'm not. Lecherous women, the world over, would go wild over your body and tool. Did you know that the largest nudist colony in the United States is located only about twenty miles north of Tampa?"
He nodded. "Sure. Don't you remember when Pop and I answered that ad in the newspaper?"
"What ad?"
"For a practically new power mower. It was for sale. Cheap, too."
She exclaimed, "Oh, yes!"
"And when we went looking for the seller, we ended up in the nudist camp."
"And a mower isn't all that you and Pa came home with. The gals there may not wear clothes, but they sure use lipstick. Mom was furious when she saw how you two guys were decorated up."
"The broad that owned the mower insisted upon hauling our asses as a token of good will."
"That's ancient history. Within the past two years, a new settlement has sprung up near the nudie hangout. Art folks from all over the country live there. They've got to have kale because the houses are really something. One of the old dudes, a so-called painter, has me pose for him now and then. His name's Gaylord Ragland."
"What a moniker!"
"Probably one he made up himself. Soon as you see him, you know he's as queer as a three dollar bill. I've never seen him wearing anything except purple and lavender. Makes me feel creepy when he insists upon kissing my hand."
"So you think he might want me to pose for him, too?"
"Probably would, but it was the funny women at the settlement that I was thinking of. By the way, the place was started by a woman lawyer who lives in Greenwich Village. She still commutes back and forth by plane."
"A lesbian?"
"I'm not sure."
"What's her name?"
"Suddenly, you're more interested in females than a shower and dinner."
"I only asked a simple question," Joe protested.
"Her name's Diana Adams."
"That's easy enough to remember."
"I won't stand for you pawing her."
"You suspect that I might want to?"
"She's not bad looking for a forty year old blister."
"I'd better shower."
"And I'll cook. Know something? We've never made love in the shower. I hear that it can be very exciting."
He wasn't sure that he could get a suitable hard-on just yet. "We'll have to find out sometime."
Her dark eyes went to the front of his trousers. "I can see that nothing's showing."
"I don't go around stiff all the time."
"You practically did with Mom!"
"Oh come on! You know you're making that up!"
"I wasn't too young to notice. Just as soon as Pa left for work, you two were in the bedroom going at each other. Sometimes, you'd keep it up almost all day."
"Hell, I had to go to school!"
"Sure, nine months of the year, but you came home for lunch and school let out long before the old man got off work. It was one bang after another. You two would get me so hot that I was sometimes tempted to let Bernard screw me."
"That flea-bitten, mangy Great Dane? You were really hard up."
"Bernard had quite a dick and it looked awfully good to me."
Joe made an ugly face. "A dog! Brother!"
"If we had a female dog, she wouldn't have been safe from you and you know it. That is, if you hadn't had Mom whenever you wanted her."
"I'd have diddled you if I'd known how badly you wanted me."
"You can make me up for that neglect from now on in, Brother."
"If we don't quit talking nonsense, I'll never get that shower and we'll starve to death before you get dinner ready."
Cherry gave him a shove. "On your way, lover. And don't wash all your virility down the drain."
Wearing only black lace panties and bra, she was watching something cooking on the electric stove when he returned from the bathroom in shorts.
"Hey, an almost nude cook!" he exclaimed. "What's in the skillet?"
"Pork chops and home fries with onions."
"Hey, that's much okay." Approaching her from the rear, he put his arms about her, cupped the heavy, firm breasts in his hands and rubbed himself against her shapely buttocks. "I can feel what we're going to have for dessert."
She retorted over her shoulder, "Maybe you can, but I can't."
"Pete'll be ready when you are."
"He'd better be or I'll melt some sealing wax and stick Mr. Cock into it."
"I guarantee that you'll get well fucked."
"Will you put that in writing?"
Releasing her large breasts, he unfastened the filmy bra and pulled the black lace panties down. The undergarments fell to the floor. "There, that's so much better."
"For you, maybe, but how about me?"
"Shall I take my shorts off?"
"Aren't they smothering you, honey?"
He removed the shorts and pressed the hardening penis against her warm butt. "How's that?"
"That's a hard-on!"
"Want a back road job?" Her bare breasts were in his hands again.
"No!" she retorted sharply.
"If I were up front, the only that that'd get cooked would be my dick."
"Go stick it in the freezer while I finish the chops."
"A frozen rod wouldn't be a damned bit of good to you."
She laughed softly. "I'd soon thaw it out."
He reluctantly released the tremendous breasts. "Maybe I'd better just sit down."
"Perhaps you should. But think sex until I'm ready for you."
A knock came at the front door almost as soon as he had seated himself. "Who the hell can that be?" he cried out.
Cherry returned, "Go slip into a robe and find out. Besides, being stark naked, I'm busy here."
"What robe?"
"The red one I bought you."
"I never saw it."
"Look in the bedroom closet. It's for an emergency like this."
There was a tall, slender, very black-haired girl standing in the hallway outside the door. She had the dark complexion of a native of a Latin country. Joe had no intention of letting the stranger into the apartment and he stepped outside to join her there.
"Yes?" he said questioningly.
The newcomer said simply, "I'm Emily."
"Oh!" His voice sounded like the bleat of a frightened lamb.
"I've come about Grandma."
This information wrung from him another, "Oh?"
The girl went on, "I guess I got the wrong impression of what I thought I saw today. It seems that my grandmother was the aggressor."
A great sigh of relief escaped him. "Yes, she was."
"It was a disgusting exhibition. You must've hated it."
"There wasn't much else that I could do but go along."
"She's always taken advantage of people. I suppose you know all about her past? I believe she gets a wallop out of telling folks."
He nodded. "I heard at least part of the story."
"Is Cherry really your sister?"
A quick lie came into his tongue. "No. She was left on my parents' doorstep when she was a baby."
The girl's black eyes searched his face intently. "Then you're not blood relatives?"
"Of course not."
"That's different. Are you truly married?"
Again he lied. "In Mexico a few days ago."
"Then you're on your honeymoon!"
"We sure are."
"You must be happy. I've been engaged for about a year, but I'm not sure that Larry and I are really right for each other. He drinks too much and has a violent temper."
"In that case, you'd better ditch him before it's too late."
"I think it'll come to that. Granny says that your wife is very beautiful and a model who's very much in demand."
He inclined his head. "Cherry's something very special, alright."
"I won't keep you from your bride any longer. I just wanted to clear up the misunderstanding. I'm glad it's settled."
"So am I. Will you be living with your grandmother?"
She shook her black head. "Only until next June when I become a nurse."
"A nurse, eh? That's great. They're really needed nowadays."
"I want to be of service to humanity," Emily said seriously.
"A laudable ambition," he said admiringly.
"Thank you. Well, goodbye for now, Mr. Johnson."
"Bye, Emily."
The food Cherry had prepared was on the table when Joe rejoined his sister. She was once again wearing the bra and panties. "Emily must have appealed to you," she said dryly.
"What makes you say that?" he demanded.
"Because now you're sticking out in front."
"Oh, I'm not either."
"For shit sake, I have twenty-twenty vision and if that isn't a hard-on, I'll eat it."
His sister was right. A cat would have used his cock to sharpen its claws on. "All the while I was talking to Nellie Nelson's granddaughter, I was seeing you standing naked at the stove."
"Of course, you looked right through the wall. Brother, you're as windy as a Kansas cyclone. Do you take me for a halfwit?"
"I'm not snowing you, Sis." He hurriedly took a chair at the table.
"Rubbing your dick over my ass didn't make it stiff. What did this Emily schnook have that I don't?"
"You've got three times of everything that she has."
"You must've examined her thoroughly to know that." She joined him at the dining table.
He retorted hurriedly. "I did no such thing! I meant that her breasts were warts compared to yours. I couldn't help seeing them."
"How was she dressed?"
He reached out for the plate of golden brown pork chops. "Bikini. I suppose she had been to the beach or was just going."
"If that hard-on goes down before I get you into bed, I swear I'll get my butcher knife and cut it off."
Joe looked wistfully at the chop he had put on his plate. "You want to screw now?"
"Do you? I can keep things warm in the oven until we're finished."
He regretfully stood up. "Let's go."
"Sure you wouldn't rather eat?"
"Positive."
Now Cherry bounced up. "What're we waiting for?"
She was nude on the bed when he got there. Slipping out of his robe, he joined her. Her nipples were already large and erect and they became more so as he sank his strong fingers into the warm flesh. He squeezed the proud bubbies for a long time. He could hear her breath becoming quite heavy. Presently he buried his face into the fragrant warmness of the immense breasts. Soon he could hear himself sobbing with ecstasy as Cherry's red points of her nipples continued to grow inside of his mouth.
Then her long fingernails were scratching his upright penis, something she hadn't previously done. After the nail treatment was completed, the warm fingers wrapped themselves about his quivering prick. A bit later, she tried to take it between her lips, but it was too rigid to bend and she had to assume another position. Finally, the pulsating head was trapped inside her mouth and her rough tongue sought the head of semen in the eye.
"Not a blow job, Sis!" he cried out. "I want to fuck you!"
Her lips reluctantly released his burning staff, her arms went around him and the fingernails raked his neck and shoulders. Their mouths clashed, lips parted, tongues coiled as their mutual lust blended.
His right hand found a path through a damp forest of hair and the single finger that moved over the sensitive clit was sufficient to cause Cherry to moan and writhe. She was as hot as he was. One of her hands cupped his balls while the other slowly skinned his penis back and forth.
"You're ready, darling," she hissed.
Arching her back and raising her buttocks, she gave him an opportunity to nestle on top of her. She would have guided this throbbing member into her vagina, but it got free and of its own accord found the deep ravine. In one lunge it was in. With his hands on her firm buttocks, he drove his cock all the way to the hilt, the tip of it against the end of her exciting cavity.
Cherry squirmed at the massive size of his organ, but the ridges of her vulva were capable of gripping and holding its entire length. He could readily feel her great heat upon his rampaging tool. The great mounds of her breasts were like downy pillows to his chest as he began to pump at her.
At the end of each stroke, he swivelled his hips to achieve a rotating movement. For a few seconds she was silent, gripping him tightly, then she began to scream. She was in orgasmic torment when the floodgates opened and her glorious body became that of a savage.
Somehow, even then, he held himself back, maintaining his long, hard, lunging thrusts. He felt the moist walls of her vise-like pussy grip his boring rod and now he really went to work, banking and thrusting with a ferocity that made her shake and tremble.
"Please go off, darling!" she cried out.
"No! No!" he answered, determined to hold himself in check until he had felt her have another series of orgasms.
She didn't ask him again to climax, but responded to his continued attack. Grasping her even more firmly, he jabbed his cruel cock into the yielding flesh of her vagina. She couldn't escape and he belted her as if determined to destroy her body. Although she was screaming and moaning again, she matched his fervent motions in a rocking rhythm that raised his passion to the highest possible pitch. Soon their hot juices would mingle and mix.
Cherry was coming! He could also feel the mammoth charge in his thunderstick preparing to leap forth like an eager race horse at the starting gate. The blood in his veins was on fire and there was a terrible pounding in his brain. Vivid lightning appeared to flash before his eyes. Could he possibly hold until his companion had a complete release?
Yes! Cherry was undoubtedly coming again now! Knowing that, he released and shot his awesome load into her, causing her to jerk and tremble. They rolled from the bed together, still united by their hungry flesh. Here on the floor, they kept on rolling. First one then the other was on top. Cherry was in the dominant position when their bodies came to rest. He was dizzy, on the verge of fainting. What a grand and glorious fuck! Would there ever be another like it?
Cherry kissed him out of the stupor that had come over her. "Don't you die on me, darling!" she said in a voice pregnant with alarm.
"I didn't black out," he protested.
"I think your heart nearly stopped. I know mind did."
"I did get sort of woozy."
"We nearly batted out a funeral dirge on those bedsprings."
"And there must be soft spots in the floor."
"I won't be able to pose in the raw for a few days."
"Why not?"
"Black and blue spots."
"Why should we go out of the family when there's so much loving in it?"
She kissed him. "My sentiments exactly, darling."
"Old lady Nelson should have seen us go that time."
"I don't think I missed a stroke, even on the way to the floor."
"I'm certain that you didn't. You ready for dinner now?"
"I sort of lost my appetite."
"It'll come back. Get up and get washed."
"You got all the gravy, girl."
"Not all of it. There's a mess on the floor that I'd better clean up. I'm sure Nellie wouldn't want a pregnant floor."
He laughed. "If she should have issue after masturbating with a cucumber, what would it be?"
"At her age, nothing more than cramps."
"I was thinking maybe a dill pickle."
"She's already a dilly for sure. I'll have dinner back on the table in ten minutes."
"I'll be there."
His head was still light when he joined Cherry at dinner.
"You staggered on the way in," she announced gravely.
"You really did a job on me, baby."
"That was my intention. I don't feel so chipper myself."
"Tonight would be a good time for us to take in a movie. I haven't seen one in ages."
"They have a couple of features at the drive-in. Adult films."
"Remember the titles?"
"Four In The Bed and Haymow Seduction."
"They should keep us from falling asleep."
"In our condition, I'm not too sure. Normally we'd be on the floor more than we would be on the car seat."
"Why the floor?" he queried.
"That's where the best nooky is."
"It still seems to me that you know an awful lot for a girl that was so recently a virgin."
"Eat your dinner."
They had finished eating and Cherry was clearing the table when the knock came at the door.
"Now who?" he blurted out disgustedly.
"Go see," Cherry directed.
He did and there was Emily again. She said hurriedly, "Sorry to intrude, but there was a woman at our place a little while ago asking all kinds of questions about you and your wife. I thought you should know."
He grimaced involuntarily. "Who was she?"
"I didn't get her name."
"Exactly what did she want to know about Cherry and me?"
"Everything possible. She had more questions than a census taker or a credit house investigator."
"What did she look like?"
"She was a sharp platinum blonde. About thirty, I'd say."
"Do you know if she came in a car?"
The black-haired girl nodded. "I looked out of the window when she left and saw her drive away in a long, gray Chrysler sedan."
"Of course you didn't catch the license number?"
"Oh, but I did. Simply the letters 00."
"Florida tag?"
"Georgia."
"I don't know anyone there."
"Could it be a relative of yours or your wife's?"
License 00. Could be his cousin Olive Oliver. She had moved from Florida some years ago and could be living in Georgia. But why should she be snooping around asking questions? Besides, how would she know where he and Cherry were living? Perhaps she had talked to his parents.
"Thanks for the info, Emily," he finally said.
"It was no bother," the brunette told him. Cherry was finishing the dishes when he got back to the kitchen.
"Welcome wagon lady?" the blonde asked flippantly.
"Emily again. With news of a big-mouthed visitor."
"How does that concern us?"
"The female was asking a lot of questions about us, that's how."
"Who was she?"
He shrugged. "Didn't say. Initials 00 on her Georgia license plate."
Cherry made a face. "Olive Oliver."
"Is she living in Georgia?"
"Atlanta, last I heard."
"What could she possibly want with us?"
"I'm sure she wouldn't arrange a surprise house-warming party for us."
"Have you seen her lately? Do you know her address?"
"Shortly after you left town she stopped briefly at the house."
"What was she doing in town that time?"
"Probably looking for a prospective sucker."
"Do you know something about her that I don't? I barely remember her."
"Mom says her business is that of being a companion to rich invalids and inheriting when death comes."
"Men or women?"
"Either. I guess Olive isn't particular. She took care of a Persian cat at one time for five years for a ten thousand dollar cut in an estate."
Joe whistled involuntarily. "Sounds as if she's on her toes anyway. Might be a good person to know."
She said quickly, "We'll manage without Cousin Olive."
"Let's see, wasn't she Aunt Mabel's daughter?"
"And a hellcat from the very beginning."
"Who said?"
"Both Mom and Pop."
"I wonder if she stopped at the house?"
"Where else would she get our address?"
"I have a notion to telephone Mom."
Cherry snapped. "You will not! You'd use any excuse, wouldn't you, to talk to her?"
"No, but I have no reason to be sore at her. She hasn't interfered with our arrangements here, has she?"
"She's seething and biding her time. You can be sure of that. She'll destroy our happiness if she possibly can. Let's get ready and get out of here. The movie can't be all that bad."
"You're not curious to know what Olive's up to?"
"No. All I want from her is to be left alone. Our female relatives aren't good for you, that one in particular. You're about as easy to push over as a professional prostitute. You should have clipped Nellie Nelson on the jaw when she put the squeeze on you."
"I'm allergic to steel bars."
"She was bluffing."
"How did I know that?"
"Skip it. The skin that she got off of you will grow back."
CHAPTER SIX
The movies at the drive-in couldn't hold Joe's attention. Perhaps if he had been primed for screwing, the adult films might have interested him more. But since he definitely wasn't in the mood for further sex, he spent much of the time, when he wasn't yawning, eating popcorn and peanuts. He never could get enough of peanuts in the shell and he made the most of enjoying those that he had found at the concession stand.
Although Cherry did her share of crunching, she once complained, "You're about as amorous as a polar bear sitting in show up to his ears."
To her comment, he retorted crossly, "You don't have to get a damned thing ready when you fuck, but I do, you know!"
All in all, it was a dull, boring evening and he was glad when they could go home.
The telephone was ringing as he inserted the key and unlocked the door of their apartment.
"After midnight!" the young blonde scolded. "We're not about to answer!"
"It might be something important, Sis."
She flopped down on the davenport. "Like what?"
"In your business, who knows?"
"Plank your ass down here beside me. There's no one I want to talk to at this hour."
He stood there, still looking at the insistently ringing telephone. "Calls like that drive me nuts. I won't be able to sleep if I don't find out who wants us."
"I'll give you a sleeping pill. You've only been back in town a little while, so it's not likely that it's anyone calling you."
"Aren't you afraid it's someone that could make trouble for us?"
She shook her head. "Not at this time of night. It's probably some drunk who has the wrong number. That happens often."
"I have a feeling. I'm going to answer. Must be something important since the caller won't hang up."
"Well, go ahead and satisfy your curiosity."
There was a man on the wire. "Joe, I've been trying to get you all night."
"Who's speaking?" Johnson inquired cautiously.
"Your old buddie, fellow. Carl."
Joe experienced quite a feeling of relief. "Oh, Reynolds! What's on your mind?"
"That proposition I made you. What else? Deals like that just don't wait."
"It's too risky, Carl. I wouldn't try to outwit the fuzz."
"Hell, it's no more crooked than horse racing or bingo!"
"Sure it is. You'd extract twenty bucks from an eager sucker without giving him a chance to get back that first buck."
"Then we'll let the boobs find ten percent of our take, if that's what's bugging you."
"You mean, plant some of the dough on the farm?"
"Sure, why not? We'll have a continuous Easter egg hunt for the greedy kooks, only the prizes will be silver dollars instead of eggs."
"People aren't simple-minded enough to fall for a thing like that, Carl."
"Want to bet?"
"I don't buy it. Sorry."
"Have you read the evening paper?"
"Nope."
"I've been making the rounds of the bars since the announcement came out and excitement is plenty high, believe me."
"Excitement? What're you talking about?"
"Right now we could sell almost anybody on embarking on a treasure hunt."
Joe shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Carl Reynolds wasn't making any sense. "I don't follow you."
"Divers have found a chest chuck full of silver bars in the Keys. It's believed to have been dumped in 1733 by a hurricane that scuttled a fleet of galleon hauling sixty-eight million in gold and silver to Spain."
"In that case, I suppose hundreds of fools will be renting diving suits and heading for the Keys. Happens everytime someone makes a find."
"The State gets seventy-five percent of any treasure found in Florida, but since we're going to give the lucky ones who find anything on our farm everything they discover, they won't have to worry about that."
"You've not only been visiting the bars, friend, you're been drinking too heavily."
"I've only had a few beers. It's not alcohol talking, Joe. My success should prove to you that I'm a level-headed businessman. If I say this scheme of mine will succeed, it will."
"Better go to bed and sleep it off, fellow."
"You're a regular hardhead! Why, you don't know when opportunity is knocking!"
"It's late, Carl. Let's talk about this some other time, huh?"
"Wait! Don't hang up. What would you say if I were to give you a check for ten thousand dollars tomorrow morning?"
Joe laughed into the mouthpiece. "Now I'm convinced that you're drunk."
"I'll expect you in my office at ten to pick up the check, Joe. Be there!"
Sure that his friend under the influence, to humor him and get him off the line, Joe said, "Okay, Carl. Ill see you at ten."
Cherry had been listening in and as soon as he settled himself on the davenport by her side, he bubbled excitedly, "Carl Reynolds really has a big deal going, hasn't he?"
Joe grinned at his sister. "Cool it. He's smashed out of his skull."
"Are you sure?"
"Would he offer to give me a ten thousand dollar check in the morning otherwise?"
"Ten thousand! You're putting me on!"
"I told you he was drunk."
"But you'll go see about the money in the morning, won't you?"
"I'll call him first, at the office, then laugh in his face when he backs out."
"We'd better go to bed, honey. I have to be ready to pose at eight and I've got to look my best. An outfit from New York is going to put me on a calendar next year. I'm to be the inspiration for one of the hottest months-July."
He was impressed. "Have you ever been on a calendar before?"
She shook her head. "This is my first."
"Wow, you're really making it, aren't you?"
"I think so."
"I suppose these calendars have a wide distribution?"
"Well, sort of. They're made exclusively for rich, sporty gentlemen. Those that'll pay five bucks apiece for them."
Joe whistled. "You really have arrived, Sis. I gotta hand it to you. What kind of a pose will you be required to do?"
She shrugged and her large breasts bounced. "Nude, naturally. The pose'll be what the trade calls a satirical one."
"What's that? Describe it?"
"There's a midget standing before me on tiptoes. He'll be trying to enter me, but fat chance he'll have. He couldn't do it even if he stood on a stool."
Joe burst into laughter. "That's a funny one! How do they think up these wild things? I can see where I'm going to shell out five bucks for one of the calendars."
"I'm glad that you don't mind me doing poses like that. I love your sense of humor."
"I'm broad-minded, dear. Haven't you heard?"
"I couldn't love you so much if you were a stuffy prude. You've heard of Stretch Murphy, haven't you?"
"The seven-foot-four basketball center with the Giants? Sure, I've seen him in action."
"When they played an exhibition game here in Tampa last winter, his teammates chipped in and came up with a hundred dollars for me to pose with Stretch."
"Yeah? Well, he sure as hell could reach your pussy!"
"It was only my mouth they were interested in. I kissed the head of his dick. That was all that was required of me."
"And Murphy didn't want you to go all the way?"
"He didn't try a thing."
"That's hard to believe. I know these professional athletes pretty good."
"The agreement was simply for a peck on his pecker."
Joe retorted, getting a little angry, "Surely you don't expect me to swallow that! That guy has the reputation for being a hard-swinging cunt chaser!"
"Well, well... he did make me a proposition, but I wouldn't go along with it. You know damned well I saved myself for you."
"You didn't bleed much as I screwed you."
"Who the hell has a hymen after using all the contraptions that I did?"
"I'll bet you don't even know what got your cherry."
"I do, too."
"Well?"
"It, it was, a stick of celery."
"Oh, boy! It sure had to be good and wilted when you got through with it."
Cherry giggled suddenly. "Do you remember that fancy green gold candle Mom had?"
"Sure do. I also remember how she carried on when it mysteriously disappeared."
"I melted it over a period of time. I even had a name for it. Guess what?"
"Dickie, I suppose."
"No! Joe."
"It must've been twelve inches long, huh?"
"Well, that's what you are, aren't you?"
"You should know. What finally became of Mom's precious candle?"
"I have the remains in an old box along with all my diaries."
"I always did think you had some screws loose. You and your screwy diaries and daydreams."
"Well, I didn't daydream more than any other girl."
"We already have fifteen kids, don't we?"
"I imagined them because I loved you so much. I wanted something of yours with me."
"Where are they now? Still around?"
"They're off to camp for the summer."
She got up, "I've got to get some sleep, Joe."
"I could use some shuteye myself."
"If you get hard feelings during the night, don't hesitate to wake me."
"You'll get your sleep tonight, Cherry. You're safe."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
Joe decided not to call Carl, after all, but go direct to his office instead. It wouldn't hurt to talk this thing out and get it settled. He was sitting in the spacious office exactly at ten. The red-headed man looked beat.
"You did tie one on, Carl. I knew it!" Johnson accused.
The handsomely attired man behind the big desk shook his head. "Only had three beers all night. If I look like hell after a Fourth of July, it's because I didn't get much sleep. My brain was as busy as a hornet's nest."
From where he sat, across from the other man, Joe extended his right hand. Reynolds looked at it, a question in his bleary eyes.
"The check, man," Joe reminded him. "Haven't you written it?"
"Oh, that! The treasure hunt's off. That was a too amateurish plot."
Johnson frowned. "So no ten grand after all, after getting me all worked up about it, too?"
"Wait 'til you hear, Joe! I'm so sold on my new idea that I'll be glad to advance you that amount on future profits from our partnership!"
"Another new idea? Oh, no!"
"It hit me during the night. Don't knock it until you hear."
"If it's as wild as your other scheme, I don't know if I want to hear it."
"Listen to this! We'll have a rock festival at the farm. That's where the big money is today. Our take will be enormous from the mob. There'll be at least fifty thousand there-maybe a hundred thousand. And the beauty of the thing is that it's perfectly legitimate."
"There'd be nothing but kids and they don't have dough to spend."
"Kids nowadays always manage to get bread somewhere and they throw it around on things they dig."
"So how do we promote a rock festival, Mr. Brain?"
"The kids that follow those things are always looking for a place to congregate and swing. I've got something for you to do today. I can't get away from the office or I'd do it myself."
Joe asked cautiously, "Right today? What is it you want from me?"
"You'll go out and find a musical group that has a following and wants to squat somewhere for awhile."
Joe warned, "Before you get too carried away, let me remind you that law officials don't look too kindly on squatting musicians and crowds of milling kids. There's too many drugs and riots that follow."
"I know all that, but the sheriff of the county where the farm's located, is a swell guy. I've fished and hunted with him many times and he'll go along with anything I want to do. Don't worry, I'll handle him."
"You're sure?"
"We screwed in the same bed one night. How much closer than that can a couple of fellows get?"
"Tell me, did you ever live in the Ozarks?"
"No, but my grandparents on my father's side did, all their lives, and I visited with them there a lot."
"So you know the vicinity around where your farm is, huh?"
"I sure do."
"Hadn't you better contact your friend, the sheriff, before we go overboard with the promotion?"
"Maybe you're right. I'll phone him before I put you to work."
Joe got up. "I'll drop back in about an hour. Be sure to level with your lawman, hear? I don't want any rumbles over this deal."
"Sure, Joe. I don't want trouble either, you know."
"I'll get going, then. I should look up Steve Smith."
"Better stay away from that character. The cops have their eyes on him."
"Sis said that he was associated with the Mafia. Bootlegging cigarettes into the state."
"That's right."
"Well, anyway, he still won't rub stink all over me. Have any idea where I might find him?"
"He keeps an office about six blocks from here."
"Oh? Then he does have a legitimate business?"
"Insurance is his front."
"He owned a fleet of shrimp boats when I left town."
"I believe he still does. Some taxicabs too. The Mafia has a lot of money invested in Florida. In all kinds of businesses. Many of the nightclubs and motels are owned by the organization. Several politicians, too."
"Steve always was square with me."
"Me too, for that matter."
"I'll be back in an hour."
The slightly-built, long-haired blond, with the mustache and goatee looked like anything but a cigarette bootlegger. Except for a female clerk, Steve Smith was alone in his small office when Joe came in.
"My God! It's Hotlips Johnson!" Smith exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
The young Negress at the typewriter looked up and smiled. "Maybe I should go to the post office for stamps, Mr. Smith?" she said.
"Run along, Elsie," Smith replied.
The girl had gone when Joe said, "You've changed, Steve."
The blond man stroked his goatee. "You don't like it, huh? Maria goes for it. Sit down and tell me what you've been doing for yourself."
Johnson found a chair. "Maria's your wife?"
"That's right. You've never met her. Great gal."
"Cherry said you were married."
Steve grimaced. "I don't know what your sister has against me, Joe. We seldom run into each other, but when we do, she won't even speak nowadays."
"Maybe because of the Mafia." Joe came right out with it.
"I didn't know that she knew."
"Seems to be common knowledge, Steve. I was with Carl Reynolds this morning and he's in the know."
Smith snapped. "That hustler! Don't mess around with him!"
"Why not? We're all old friends. And what do you mean by hustler?"
"He's about as trustworthy as a rattlesnake. Less, in fact. Because he doesn't give warning when he's going to strike."
"You're talking over my head, Steve. Reynolds is in the employment game, or didn't you know?"
"That and anything else where there's an easy buck. I couldn't sleep nights if I'd done to George Foster what that bastard did."
"Who's George Foster?"
"A vegetable that was once on the way to becoming a light heavyweight champion."
"I remember. I used to read about Foster. Why did he suddenly drop out of sight?"
"Maybe you should ask that sonofabitch, Carl Reynolds?"
"Tell me, what's this all about?"
"Today Foster's brain is only a mass of bloody pulp."
"And you're saying Carl is responsible?"
"That's about it."
"How could that be?"
"Because Reynolds financed Foster's career, he got greedy and insisted that his manager push George too fast. He was far from ready for the champ when they fought in Chicago. Boom Boom Barton made mincemeat of Foster's head and guts. Made a goddamned lump out of the poor bastard."
"I remember reading something about that fight while I was out of town."
"It would have been more humane if Reynolds had stuck a knife in the guy's ticker."
"Don't knock Carl to me! He's about to do something really big for me."
"What? Buy you a lot in a fancy cemetery and a big tombstone?"
"Reynolds is a good egg, Steve," Joe declared firmly.
"He's rotten to the core and you'd better believe it! Get yourself involved with him and next time there's a woman's convention in town, he'll be selling your big cock to any and all comers."
"You're exaggerating, Steve. Just because you don't like him."
"You'll find out that I'm telling you straight. He's poison, Joe."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way about him."
"Let's talk about something pleasant. Got any future plans?"
"I made a modest stake while I was gone, so I'm in no hurry to get on the old treadmill."
"I could steer you into something good."
Johnson quickly shook his head. "I'd be much too nervous for what you probably have in mind."
"It has nothing to do with bootlegging smokes. Tampa is ready to support pro football teams and some friends of mine are determined to get one in here."
"With Mafia dough?"
"That wouldn't be your concern. Besides, there's other money available."
"Where would I fit into the picture?"
"A new team needs a fireball leader. One of the outstanding college coaches in the country is available to pilot the team if we get it."
"Which league would it be in?"
"That decision hasn't been made yet."
"So it boils down to the fact that a pro team in Tampa could be a far-off thing?"
"Not more than another year."
Joe shook his head. "I'll be into something long before that."
"Are you married yet, Joe?"
Johnson hesitated for a long minute. "Well, sort of."
Smith nodded. "Trial run?"
"Not exactly, but there could be obstacles."
"Her bitchy parents, eh?"
"No, not that either."
"If she doesn't cut the mustard, I have a girl for you. Relative of the wife's. I can barely pronounce her last name, let alone spell it. She's a dead ringer for Sophia Loren. A brain, too. Speaks English and seven other languages fluently."
"Why are you trying to peddle her? Lots of men are sharing their bed with two women."
"I know. My Uncle Cecil's doing that very thing. Twin sisters. Even when he's sober, he can hardly tell which one is his wife. When he's had a little too much to drink, he has to try his dick in them to find out. His sister-in-law is tighter than his wife, he says."
Joe arose. "I've got an apartment, Steve, and I have to run now, but we must keep in touch. It sure was nice talking to you again."
"Some night I want you to bring your girl out to the house and meet Maria. She'll fix you up a dinner of Italian spaghetti and meatballs that you'll never forget."
"Sure, Steve. I'll call you." And he took his leave.
Carl Reynolds was all smiles when Joe got back to his office. "Now you can get on the ball," he said triumphantly. "Sheriff Kern will be glad to have some excitement in his county, for a change, and so will all the merchants. Fifty thousand hungry rock hounds will buy an awful lot of grub."
"From what I hear, they never have too much money to spread."
"Even if each one spends only a buck or two, it'll count up to something pretty big. And they've got to eat, haven't they?"
"But will the dough they spend compensate for all the noise they'll make?" Johnson asked.
"In that rural country, there aren't enough natives close enough to care about a ruckus."
"If you say so. Suppose you know best."
"So start beating the bushes for rock festival fiends, boy."
It was past ten that night when Joe walked wearily into Cherry's presence. She looked away from her TV program long enough to say, "I was about to make a missing person's report to the fuzz."
He dropped onto the davenport. "I'm beat. If there's a hippie sticking out my ear, don't be surprised."
"Have you gone completely ape?"
He gave his sister the lowdown on the day's activities. After he had finished talking, Cherry said brightly, "Wow, it sounds like Carl Reynolds he really hit on something big this time. You'll make a mint!"
"I have that feeling, too, baby. I've enlisted the aid of half a hundred hippies to advertise the big doings from coast to coast. They promised to spread the word of the rock festival in the Ozarks, and if anyone can get results, they can."
"Did you go ahead on your own and set a date?"
"Sure did. What better time than Labor Day?"
She nodded. "Good thinking, honey. How much are you two charging for the use of the farm?"
"Five bucks a head."
"Even for the ones that are about broke, that sounds cheap enough. They probably can get together and the ones with a few bucks will stake the others. Are there any buildings out there?"
"Only some that are ready to fall down, but that mob won't sleep inside anyway."
She grinned. "Carl doesn't care if they eat the grass."
"He doesn't care what they do. If there's any trees, they'll probably chop them down for firewood."
"If he doesn't care, why should you?"
"I'm curious about that farm. Maybe I could find time to drive out there for a look around."
"There's probably nothing much there to see."
"I suppose not. Carl says the entire five hundred acres isn't worth more than a thousand dollars."
"That would only be two dollars an acre. Any acre, regardless of where it is, is worth more than that."
"Millions of acres right here in Florida were sold for less than that fifty years ago. Some went for as low as twenty-five cents apiece."
"I'm talking about land prices now."
"I'm really bushed. Let's turn in, Cherry. I haven't walked so much in years."
"When did you eat, hon? I waited dinner for you until nearly eight-thirty. I could warm up something in a hurry."
"I had some grub earlier in a bar. That'll hold me until morning."
Cherry patted the front of her short, bright plaid skirt meaningly. "Pussy doesn't need heating."
"Pete's in a feeble state," he said weakly.
"I'll be happy to supply the tonic he needs."
"Couldn't we hold off until morning?"
Her dark brown eyes clouded. "You're not going to be one of those 'too-tired' husbands, are you?"
"Okay, we'll try to fuck if you insist!"
"Do you think you can?"
"Of course, I can!"
"Then let's go find out. Some of our ancestors must've been cannibals the way I'm always so hungry for you."
She was the one that turned out the light after they had undressed. It was also her hand that went to his cock as soon as they stretched out on the bed. Warm fingers prodded it momentarily before moving down to cup his buttocks. "This piece of delicious meat may need my mouth," she murmured thickly.
"Possibly," he agreed disinterestedly.
Her mouth promptly engulfed his staff, taking the glans back in her throat and working her lips up and down the shaft. Her tongue was expert as it slid down the swelling vein and probed at the cleft. Her cheeks bulged from the knob for a couple of minutes, then her mouth was out of sight. Shortly thereafter, her tongue was deep between his legs, licking at his testicles. From there, it rose slowly, inch by inch, up the mountain that had formed and took it again within her teasing mouth.
Although he hadn't been ready, he was soon approaching the peak, his cock feeling as if it was bulging to almost impossible dimensions. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you, doll," he muttered, then exploded.
Cherry paused for a moment as the molten stream gushed from his rod and then gulping down the sticky fluid, she sucked with even greater intensity, drawing from his penis the second volcanic eruption.
He was dazed and only half-conscious when she released his prick and said softly, "That's the ultimate in sleeping potions."
"But what satisfaction was that to you? Isn't your pussy still hot?"
"You needn't fuck me until morning, darling. Put your fingers into me and I'll come easily."
He slid his hand over the thick forest between her legs and entered her vagina. His third finger went far up in the tunnel and she put her warm arms about his neck and held on to him. She trembled violently for a few seconds, then spasmed powerfully.
"Even though I'm almost soft, after that I believe I could get into you, Cherry."
"You needn't, Joe, sweetheart. I can wait."
"I want to try."
"I'll never refuse you."
A shoehorn would have come in handy when he made the attempt to stick his prick into her sopping cunt. A near miracle! He slid in without too much effort. He seemed to have been sucked into her pussy and held there. Surely his penis would become at least half hard now.
"Wiggle your ass, Sis!" he pleaded.
She wiggled obediently. "How's that?"
"Contract the muscles of your cunt!"
"Like this?"
"More!"
Now she did a marvelous job. "Is that the way?"
"Great! Now bounce your butt a little."
Cherry bounced her buttocks. "Anything else I can do to help?"
"Wiggle, contract and bounce, all at the same time. Can you do that? And tongue my nipples. That should do it."
She did as good a job as any professional, exactly as he had instructed.
"Now, French kisses." He opened his mouth wide.
Giving up the attack on his breasts, she, drove her hot tongue almost into his throat. He imagined he could feel the heat of it on his tonsils.
His own tongue forced hers outside his mouth. "I'm going off again!" he yelled.
"Me, too!" Cherry screamed back. Without a single stroke of his rod, he went off like a dropped bottle of nitro-glycerin. His clinging companion responded in kind.
They slept pressed close together.
When he opened his sleepy eyes, there was a hint of sunlight in the west. Her mouth open, Cherry was breathing heavier than usual. Knowing from past living in the same house that she was overly ticklish, he dug his fingers into her ribs. She squirmed spasmodically, her eyes still closed.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered into her pretty face.
Cherry barely moved her lips. "You already have."
"I mean again."
"Your dick's shriveled up."
"I'll unshrivel it."
"I don't think you can."
He lay on top of her, feeling her warmth and sweetness through his very skin. "Speaking of swiveling, you swivel those pretty hips, girl."
"They're asleep."
"Wake them up. Daylight's breaking."
Cherry's brown eyes slowly opened. "Are you still on top of me?"
"Do you mind?"
"No, I love it."
"So do I."
"I'm surprised that I'm not a grease spot, though."
"Do I hurt you?"
"I'm too numb to tell. My breasts must be mashed flat as sad pancakes."
"They still feel great against my chest."
"Do they, honey?"
"Your nipples and mine feel as if they're welded together. We'll never be able to get up."
"Did you say you wanted to fuck me?"
"Those weren't exactly my words. I told you that I was going to."
"Either way, I get fucked, huh?"
"If you were to stick your finger in my rectum and I'd put one of my fingers in yours, we'd get an additional charge."
"That's for me, honey. I want all the ecstasy there is to get."
She was the first to employ a finger where it would do the most good.
He exclaimed, "That hurt! Why in the hell didn't you use a finger that didn't have a ring on it?"
Cherry giggled. "I wanted to be the first one to put a diamond ring up your ass, sweetheart. Three carats worth at that."
He went off just as the first join of his forefinger entered her rectum. She followed suit when he buried the finger.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe was very much alone when he woke in the morning. There was a note pinned to the pillow where Cherry's head should have been.
It read: "Neglected to tell you last night that I have my important engagement this morning at five. See you this evening. Love, Cherry."
He had scarcely finished reading the note when a light rap came to the front door. Grumbling, he stepped into his trousers and went to see who was there.
The young brunette waiting in the hallway was practically dripping with expensive looking jewelry. Hardly enough clothing to fill a pint glass jar, but oodles of the glittery stuff.
"Hi," the girl greeted. "A know you. You're Big Joe."
Although the pretty face was vaguely familiar, he couldn't come up with a name to go with it. "I must have seen you, but-I'm sorry-."
The black haired vixen laughed. "Even though I lived right next door to you for years, I obviously didn't make much of an impression upon you."
He had it now. "Lola Osborn!"
A bright smile covered the skillfully made-up features. "Right! See, you did remember!"
"You look beautiful and prosperous."
"Thanks much. I've done okay. Whereas my folks used to be practically on charity, I now am able to look after their needs and also have something left over for other worthy causes."
He let his dark eyes casually survey the well-filled-out figure. "Pop mentioned you just the other day."
Lola's deep violet eyes became wary. "And what did that sly skunk have to say about me?"
"Better come in. We have a nosy landlady."
The brunette quickly accepted his invitation. Inside the living room, she said, "You should see my hutch."
He didn't like her tone of voice. "Cherry can afford better, you know. She'll be moving soon."
Lola laughed. "She always was tight with a buck. Me, I say, live it up while there's still plenty of life in the body. Where is Cherry? I was to pick her up."
"She left early this morning. Some kind of an appointment, special posing job."
The bejewelled girl frowned. "They're all important, but I don't like her running out on me after promising that she'd help with a couple of rich bulls from Texas. Now I'll have to dig up someone else in a hurry."
Joe again could almost hear his father saying, "I hear that she jacks off rich studs for twenty bucks a discharge. Of course, they're all too old to do it the regular way."
"Cherry doesn't work with you, does she, Lola?" he asked sharply.
Lola shrugged. "We turn tricks together now and then."
"Tricks? That's whore language!"
She amended hastily, "Don't get me wrong, honey. There are all kinds of tricks nowadays."
"Like jacking men off?"
"So your old man did shoot off his mouth!"
Anger grew in Johnson's whole being. "Cherry gets part of her income from service like that?"
The brunette hesitated a long minute. "That's not her specialty."
"What the hell is then?" He was becoming furious.
"You're asking me? My God, you should know by now that she models."
He went on relentlessly. "Is she employed regularly by that dress company?"
"Which one? She's on the payroll of more than one."
"I want names!"
"What have you got your hackles up about? You don't own Cherry!"
"But she's my sister!"
"Are you screwing her like you did your mother?"
Rage caused him to tremble. "What I do or have done is none of your damned business!"
Lola smiled tantalizingly. "Why don't you give someone other than members of your own family a break?"
"Are you asking for some of my cock?"
"Since you've put it so bluntly, yes."
"I want to know the entire truth about Cherry."
"I'm not a tattletale. Why don't you ask her to lay it on the line?"
"Don't think I won't when I see her!"
"You're beginning to froth at the mouth, sweetie. I wouldn't want to see you have a stroke. I can let the two bulls wait, if you say so. Why don't we go to the bedroom so that you can work off your hostility?"
"Has Pop ever fucked you?"
She retorted indignantly. "No, he hasn't! I'll admit that he's tried often enough, but I've never let him get to first base regardless of what he's told you."
"Are you any good?"
"I think so, but there's only one way to find out if I can please you."
"Have you ever been fucked standing on your head?"
Lola giggled. "Hardly, since I could never stand on my head in the first place."
"You could if you'd get in a corner with your feet braced against the wall."
"Wouldn't we get dizzy with all the blood concentrating in our heads? Are you really serious?"
"Women I screw get dizzy anyway."
She shrugged, "I'm game, if that's what you want."
Fury had made his cock belligerent. Dropping his pants where he stood, he showed Lola his steel hard tool. "Well, what do you think of it?"
Her violet eyes became larger and smoky. "It's bigger than I'd heard."
"Take your clothes off," his voice was rough.
"Don't you have some kind of lubricant around? Whether you believe it or not, I have a small opening and I could never take that thing without help."
"Your cunt'll stretch."
"I know that, but I might have an accident in the process. An aunt of mine died in a motel in California with a man's big dick in her. I've always been afraid after that. I'm only eighteen and far from ready to have my face patted with a shovel."
"Okay, if you insist. There's a jar of vaseline in the bathroom."
"That's more like it. Oh, and that reminds me. I heard an amusing vaseline story the other day."
"I'm not in the laughing mood."
"You're much too tense, honey. You need to relax."
"I'll do that after I've fucked you."
"Contain yourself for a minute while I tell you the story."
He glowered. "Go ahead, if you must."
"I'll make it short. A young couple got married and intended to live with her parents for awhile. The morning following the honeymoon night, the old folks and their young son, Johnny, sat around the breakfast table, waiting for the newly weds to show up. They didn't come. The same thing happened at lunch and the bride's mother's concern grew. The young couple still hadn't showed up at the dinner table and the whole family was getting worried. Finally, Johnny piped up, 'Sis and her guy may be having trouble. Once during the night I heard her moaning and I went into their bedroom to see what was wrong. Right away Molly yelled for me to get the tube of vaseline in the medicine cabinet. But that wasn't quite what I did. I decided to play a joke on Sis and went to the garage and got a tube of Dad's best glue. I guess maybe the honeymooners can't break away from each other!"
"Get yourself into the bathroom and use that vaseline! And take off your duds! And make it snappy!" Joe commanded.
"Didn't you like this story?"
He gave her a hard crack on the ass. "Scat! I have much more need for your cunt than for your wit."
"Ouch! I'm on my way, lover boy!"
His stand was still a magnificent one when the brunette returned, her body now completely undraped. Coming to where he stood, waving her medium-sized breasts challengingly, she dropped down at his feet.
Looking up at him, she said, "Naturally, we're going to indulge in foreplay? Afterwards you can stand me in the corner for our climaxes, huh?"
Impatient to fuck her, he growled down, "I couldn't be more ready for you than I am right now."
Lola shook her dark head. "Come on down. Can't you pretend for a little while that I'm more to you than a lay?"
Grumbling, he joined her on the floor. Lola immediately put her arms about his neck and kissed him lovingly on the lips. It was a kiss without much passion, even when the tip of her tongue entered his mouth. He responded by pulling her body hard against his gigantic member.
"Man, are you hard!" she murmured. "I fuck better that way." He sank his teeth into a firm breast and she squirmed against him.
"My, but you're impatient."
He sampled the other breast. "I don't know why I don't rape you and have it over."
"I know why. Even though you're so hot, you want to draw the resulting ecstasy out as long as you can." She began to do a series of exercises which made her supple body even more enticing.
He got quite a thrill out of the extra-ordinary, lithe figure with the slim limbs and finely proportioned, firm buttocks. The cunt with the heavy black hair also drew his lustful eyes.
"It does look small," he commented.
"Your big cock is sure to be too much for my little pussy."
He moved a hand to her luxurious spread of pubic hair. "I'll open you as soon as I get you wet."
She wasn't kidding about having a small vagina. One finger would go in, but not two. Inside her entrance, he played with the well-lubricated ridges.
"You didn't spare the vaseline, did you?"
She laughed nervously. "Would you, if you were me and going up against a man with a mile-long prick?"
"I suppose not. I'd better screw you once before we try it standing on our head."
"That could be the end of the road."
"Not the way I fell this morning." Pushing her over on her back, he stationed the head of his throbbing rod at the entrance to her hairy cunt. Shoving hard, he got a couple of inches inside. She fastened her arms tight about his neck and pushed against his hung up cock. He could tell from her hard grasp and cries that he was causing her pain, but she didn't attempt to draw away from him.
Inch by inch, his smoldering rod slowly entered her small box. He would rest awhile after each advance before shoving again. It seemed to him an hour or more before he could feel that the tip of his weapon was hard up against the end of her narrow passage. Although his cock was far from completely immersed in her, it was impossible to go further without bringing on a blood bath that could do her vagina great damage.
The only thing now for him to do was to pump slowly in short strokes. The moment he went into motion, she gripped him tighter and tears of pain filled her violet eyes. But, despite the hurt, she smiled bravely up at him.
"Can you take it, Lola?"
"Yes, but please don't hurry." Again she smiled.
"Is it good, even with pain?"
"It's wonderful, darling. How does it feel to you?"
"You weren't joking about having a small cunt. It feels as if several wide rubber bands were wrapped around my dick."
She continued to smile as he pumped until he felt the beginning of her orgasm and then her face changed expression and her small, red mouth gave forth gasps of intense pleasure. Despite his own burning desires, he held back the speed and depth of his plunges, although not ceasing the smooth rhythm.
He felt as if he was the sheik of a sizeable harem as he worked his staff in and out of the delightfully tight pussy. Much as he needed to come, he was in utter command of the situation and was confident that he could withhold orgasm until he had drained his young, black-haired partner.
He was quite ready for Lola when she began to twitch and wrapped her legs about him. When the spasms began in earnest, she bit hard into the fleshy part of his right shoulder and held on as if her life depended upon her doing so. Her action spurred his and he began to pound her body ruthlessly. After he felt her fluid bursting from the walls of her pussy, he speeded up his stabs until his vast discharge came while she was still spasming and jerking. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she wiggled her ass until, with a final gasp, she collapsed beneath him.
Elated that he had conquered her, he didn't remove his battered tool for several minutes. He had never seen the glans look more highly colored and beat up.
"There goes any notion you may have had for us to stand on our heads," Lola blurted out weakly. "We'll never make it now. But that isn't important now."
"We'll fuck on our heads!" he retorted resolutely.
"When? Next year?"
"Now that I've had you, there's absolutely no chance for you to escape my prong. Your cunt is its slave."
She managed a very faint smile. "So you'n going to keep me here for awhile?"
"For hours, Lola."
"But, Joe. I do have this date."
"You'd rather jerk off a couple of longhorns from Texas than have sexual intercourse with me?"
"Oh, no darling."
"Then you're not going anywhere."
"I'd come back."
"But how soon?"
"In just a couple of hours. You won't be hard again before that."
"What'll the Texas hotshots pay you?"
"Twenty-five apiece."
"Not bad for a hand job. How many do you get a week?"
"An average of thirty."
He did some rapid figuring. "Seven hundred and fifty bucks a week. You'll be worth a million by the time you're fifty."
"Most of the old studs only pay twenty."
"I suppose they're mostly out-of-towners?"
"No they're not. It's hard to believe, but about seventy percent are local men."
"Who's your best customer?"
"An undertaker. I visit him every day. He insists upon being milked in one of his coffins. A five thousand dollar jobbie, at that."
"He must be a queer dick. I wouldn't put it past a character like that fucking some of his corpses."
"He never gets hard enough to screw a live one, let alone a stiff."
"Does he pay twenty or twenty-five for a cock beating?"
"I give him a special weekly rate of a hundred dollars."
"And he probably doesn't put a body away for less than a thousand. Cheap bastard!"
"He gives me awfully expensive jewelry for my birthday and at Christmas."
"Does he want you to kiss him while you're jacking him?"
She retorted sharply, "No!"
"Don't some of your customers?"
"One now and then," Lola confessed.
"It really does take all kinds to make a world."
"You can say that again. There's a dentist who can only get an erection after I whip him until he bleeds."
"A masochist! You sure get them, don't you?"
She opened her mouth wide revealing perfect teeth. "Doc also takes care of my teeth free of charge."
"And dentists really charge! Maybe you should keep him happy. How old is he?"
"I'd guess between sixty-five and seventy."
"No wife to strip his pecker?"
"He's never been married. Lives in a big, old house on the Bay. He has a retired sea captain living with him."
"Do you take care of the captain, too?"
"No dick."
"None at all? What happened?"
"Doc says, maybe an inch. His buddie lost most all of it in a train accident when he was only eight years old. His father is supposed to have collected fifty grand from the railroad company."
"That wasn't nearly enough. He should have sued for a couple of million. Surgeons transplant everything now. How about a prick?"
"The captain looked into that, but cocks can't be transplanted. At least, not yet."
"Do you confine your activities to hand work?"
Lola Osborn's face clouded. "I don't suck rods, if that's what you mean!"
"How about women clients? Got any?"
"None at all." She added, an edge to her voice, "What is this anyway? All this cross examination?"
"I just want to know all about you, that's all. Are you trying to tell me you haven't tasted pussy?"
She didn't attempt to refute his accusation. "Not for pay. My own pleasure."
"Cherry has a mighty sweet pussy."
Lola opened her mouth to say something and quickly closed it. He pursued the subject. "Wouldn't you say that her clit is very tasty, Lola?"
The black-haired girl retorted, "The smart and modern woman always smells and tastes good. There are products that insure that and a model of your sister's stature would be sure to use them."
"Are there different scents and flavors for pussies?"
"Naturally. Just as there are hundreds of fragrances of perfumes. I think you've been away too long, Joe. You're probably not aware that there are nearly as many flavors of cocksticks as there are ice cream."
He exclaimed, "Cocksticks! What are they for?"
She laughed. "Where are lipsticks used?"
"You mean that men cover their pricks with tasty goop?"
"Of course. It's much easier for them to get sucked off that way."
"You're putting me on, Lola."
"Ask Cherry."
"I sure will. I've got to find out about those things."
"I don't want to cause any trouble between you and Cherry, honey."
Bending over abruptly, he buried his face in her heavy black mound. "Do you use anything down there?" he queried in a muffled voice.
"Natch! I'm hep!"
"All I smell is jism."
"Why wouldn't you, the way you unloaded in me?"
"Got any of your special brand in your handbag?"
"Sure."
"Any cocksticks?"
"No. Why would I have those?"
"For your boyfriends, maybe."
Her face became very red. "Get it through your head once and for all that I'm not a prick licker."
"Then you wouldn't go down- on mine, baby?"
"That's different. If you really wanted me to, I might." Raising his face from her silken muff, he looked down at his limp manhood.
"Do me a good job, girl."
"If you still want me to when I come back, I will. I know that you don't want me to lose a fifty dollar fee. The only green I've seen growing on trees were leaves."
"Okay. Go service your customers. But when you come back, I'll expect you to bring a cockstick with you."
"What flavor?" Lola asked.
"The one that you'd like to taste on my dick."
"Are you really serious, Joe?"
"Of course I am."
Lola got to her feet. "Then I'll dress and run. Ill be back as soon as I can."
"I'll send you out again if you forget that cockstick. Seeing is believing with me."
"You'll be convinced that I'm not kidding you. Ill show you one."
"Then step on it, girl!"
After Lola had gone, he went into the bathroom to check any possible damage to his cock. Anyone hung like he was took a chance sticking his rod into such a tight pussy. Screwing Cherry was much less of a hazard.
His prick, though sore, appeared serviceable yet. The channel burned considerably when he took a much needed leak. He'd heard that Lloyd's of London insured anything and he wondered if they'd issue a policy on his penis. Just for the hell of it, he would write to the company and ask if they'd insure his bat and balls. They were by far his most valued possessions and, in his opinion, priceless. He'd heard of a burlesque queen having a hundred thousand dollar policy on her breasts, so why shouldn't he have five times that amount on his joystick and nuts? If he could make a deal with Lloyd's, that would be a good front-page item for a lot of newspapers. A half a million dollar dick! That would open eyes and tongues wagging.
The telephone rang while he was sitting in the tub soaking away the body odor and dried semen. To hell with the phone! If someone wanted to speak to him badly enough, he'd dial again.
After he finished with his bath, his growling stomach informed him that it needed food, so he went to the kitchen and fried up four eggs and half a pound of bacon.
Before he was finished eating, a knock came to the door. Fearing that his bugger-loving landlady might be there, he hesitated to open up.
A voice calling out, "It's me. Emily," caused his fears to evaporate.
The dark-complexioned girl had a pie in her hands. It smelled delicious and Joe sensed that it had just come from the oven.
Emily said, "I smelled your cooking and thought you might like this for dessert. It's cherry. Sure would go well with some ice cream."
"My mouth's watering already. Come in." The girl readily accepted his invitation. Carrying the pie to the kitchen, she put it down on the counter top. "Ham. Bacon and eggs. There's hardly anything that smells better."
He said, "That's what I think. I could fry you some."
She quickly shook her black head and patted her flat stomach. "Thanks anyway, but I just ate. Did you know that my grandmother is in the hospital for an operation?"
"No, I didn't. What's wrong with her?"
Emily's face took on considerable color. "She has a condition that should have been taken care of years ago."
"I'm sorry. Anything serious?"
She hesitated, then, more painful than serious. "I believe hemorrhoids are fairly common."
He could hardly keep from laughing. "Oh, piles, in the language of those who speak bluntly."
"Granny's are really tumors of a vein, according to her doctors."
"Sit down and have some pie and ice cream with me. I think there's some in the refrigerator."
"I should be getting back," the girl protested weakly.
"What's your hurry?"
"To clean the apartment. It's getting filthy."
"Why bother? A hurricane will come along one of these days. You can open all the windows and let nature blow away all the dirt."
She smiled. "I'm afraid a hurricane would bring in more than it'd take out."
He again pointed to a chair at the dinette table. "You can work any old time. It's not often that you'll have a chance to chat with a wise-acre like me."
Emily finally went to the chair he had indicated and seated herself. "Are you sure your wife will approve of me being here?"
He took a half gallon carton of vanilla ice cream from the freezer section of the refrigerator. "Cherry's not narrow-minded."
"That's nice for you. I noticed that you had a visitor earlier."
Joe shrugged. "Former neighbor of my folks and friend of my wife. They grew up together."
"She's attractive."
Getting a knife, Johnson cut the warm pie in fourths. "She'll pass."
"What kind of work does she do?"
Again he nearly laughed. "She operates a unique service that pays very well, I believe."
"I looked out the window when she drove away in her big, new car. A friend of mine has a rather unusual job for a girl. Shines shoes in her brother's barbershop. She gets a dollar a shine. Sometimes tips, too."
"She must be pretty."
"Oh, she is. Very."
He served up the cherry pie and ice cream, then sat down in the chair next to the girl. "You're quite a knockout yourself, Emily."
She gave him a pleased smile. "Why, thank you."
He took a bite and exclaimed, "That's pie like Mom makes! How would you like to be our cook?"
She laughed merrily. "How much would you pay?"
"Union scale, whatever that is. You could also have the privilege of watching our color TV when you're not busy in the kitchen."
"Granny has color."
"So that isn't an inducement? Let's see, what more can I tempt you with?"
"There are lots of places you could take me on my free time. I love to golf, swim, dance and-"
"And?" he put in quickly.
She finished, "All sports."
He boldly inspected what he could see of her nicely molded figure. "The entire world's favorite sport?"
"I was under the impression that you are on a honeymoon?"
He chuckled. "The old-fashioned type of honeymoon is for squares, not for way-out moderns. The smart bridegrooms takes along the bridesmaids just in case that the bride develops back problems or something."
Emily went on, "And since your wife didn't have bridesmaids, I could fill in?"
Joe nodded. "You catch on fast, Emily."
"Was that girl that was just here filling in, too?"
"Oh, no," he lied. "She's not my type."
She now took her first bite of the dessert. "But I am?"
"If I could have a girl made to order, she'd be exactly like you."
A mischievous smile played about her mouth. "I'm flattered, but would your wife approve of me?"
"You look enough like her best friend to be her twin."
"What a line you have! I've noticed that, in the short time that your wife has lived here, she doesn't seem to have regular working hours and is apt to come in at any time. She's much too large for me to fight off if she got in a huff at me."
"There's always your grandmother's apartment. I could sweep the dirt under the rugs for you."
"And probably me too after you were finished with me."
"Despite your small stature, I can see that you have muscles in your arms. You could probably toss me around like a bag full of feathers."
She shook her head. "You can't sell me that bill of goods."
"I'd be gentle."
"I'll just bet you would."
"I'd obey as if I were your slave."
"I should have my head examined for even listening to you."
He arose. "Let's go to your grandmother's place."
"Sit back down and eat that pie! I spent an hour in a hot kitchen getting it ready for you."
"Nellie should have that kitchen air conditioned for you."
"The whole apartment is air conditioned, but with the oven on, a kitchen is bound to heat up."
Returning to his chair, he gobbled up what was on his plate. "Now I'm ready."
She went on eating at a tantalizingly slow pace. "Don't you know that it's not good for you to cram food down your throat like that? And didn't you also know that you should rest for an hour before engaging in anything strenuous?"
"Shit!" he muttered.
"What was that, young man?"
"I said, shoot, and my belly's flat as yours!"
"Well, we'll just sit here for at least half an hour and talk. Then maybe we can go to Granny's."
"My God, woman, what are you trying to do to me?"
"Save you from having a heart attack."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although Lola had severely taxed his sexual capacity, life was beginning again in his cock as he followed the tall, slender brunette to her grandmother's apartment. If everything went his way, he would have fucked Emily and returned to his own place before the Osborn girl got back. He hoped, that when she sucked his dick, she wouldn't have the slightest idea that it had recently been discharged in another girl's cunt. The very thought amused him immensely.
But in Nellie Nelson's living room, there sat a sizeable hitch to Joe's plans.
"Well, if it isn't Cousin Bob!" Emily exclaimed.
A young, red-faced man, nearly as broad as he was tall, got up out of his chair, grinning broadly.
"I wanted to surprise you, Emily, or I would have written that I was going to be in town. Where's Grandma?"
"You certainly did surprise me. Granny's in the hospital for an operation."
"Is it serious? Can she take surgery at her age?"
"She'll survive. She's tough as leather."
"That's good news. I'm sure glad to see you, Cousin Emily. You're getting prettier all the time."
Emily turned to the disgusted Johnson. "Joe, I want you to meet Cousin Bob Ward. He has a big truck farm down near Bradenton. Rich soil down that way."
Joe nodded at the hefty farmer. "Hi." He didn't offer his hand.
"Hello there," Ward replies. "I suppose you're one of Emily's fellows. I used to be her favorite before I got so fat. I shouldn't have let myself go like this. Pa and Ma were big ones, too. Must run in the family. I read all the ads in magazines and see pictures of women who've slimmed down after using some goo or gimmick. I'm almost convinced to try one of 'em these days and maybe Emily'll like me again."
"So are my parents. There's been nothing wrong with their marriage."
"I know, but some states won't issue marriage licenses to first cousins and most doctors don't approve of such unions."
Bob Ward protested rather stoutly, "Emily, you know very well that there's nothing wrong with my brothers and sisters or me. They all have college educations, except me, but I got good grades those two years I went to the university."
"You're right, Bob," the girl admitted. "What brought you to Tampa?"
"Business and you. Mostly you."
"When'll you go back home?"
"I had thought that I'd stay about three days, but with Grandma in the hospital, I'd better stick around until she gets out. With all the terribly strange things that go on in a big city, it isn't safe for you to be alone."
"That's sweet of you to think about my welfare, Bob, but I'm perfectly safe. This apartment house is full of tenants and I have lots of friends that drop by. And my fiance is a policeman, and he stops in often."
Ward said in a voice full of misery, "Are you really engaged, Emily?"
The young, black-haired girl nodded. "Really and truly."
"When're you going to be married?"
"Next June when I graduate from nursing school."
"You're too young to tie yourself down and too good for any cop."
"According to Florida laws, in fact all state laws, I'm old enough to become a bride, Bob. Anyhow, Larry's not merely a cop. He's studying law at nights."
"Even so, with your looks, you deserve better. How much does the dude make in a year? Enough to keep you?"
"Eight thousand right now."
"Now look, I net fifteen or better on my place. Isn't that something to think about?"
"I'm happy for you, Cousin Bob, but it doesn't have anything to do with me."
"How come you're home? Don't you have classes today?"
"No. I'm on duty now five nights a week at the hospital."
"Then you don't get to see much of you guy with him pounding a beat days and going to law school at night."
Emily shrugged. "One must make sacrifices in order to get ahead."
"Since you're not tied up today, we could go to Cypress Gardens. They tell me that now it's one of the most beautiful places in the state."
She inclined her head. "It is, but I don't feel like riding that far. I have a nasty headache."
Ward's wide face expressed disappointment. "You could take some aspirin."
"I already have."
"And your head still hurts?"
"We'll go to Cypress Gardens tomorrow then."
Emily gave Joe a quick glance of dismay. He had been standing still, during the reunion of cousins, wondering whether to leave or not. "Bob, I've seen the gardens a dozen times," she said desperately. "Why don't you run over today and let me just rest? It's easy to find. Right outside Winter Haven. Then tomorrow, if you haven't been to Busch Gardens lately, you can drive over there. It's really worth seeing. They've made a lot of improvements lately."
"It's no fun going places alone, Cousin."
"You didn't come to town in your truck did you?"
"Of course not! I have an almost new Oldsmobile now. One of the nicer models."
"Then I'll get on the phone and try to find you a companion. I must know someone at the hospital that you're sure to like."
He said stubbornly, "I don't like anyone but you."
"Do you always intend to be a bachelor?"
"Well... I hope I won't always live alone."
"Then it's high time that you had a girl. You should find one that likes to eat. You obviously do."
"I told you, I'm going to reduce."
"It would be easier on you to find a girl of generous proportions, tho. Let's see, who do I know who has some free days?"
Bob Ward now looked Joe up and down with cool, greenish-brown eyes. "It seems that I'm about as welcome here as fleas on a dog."
Emily returned hurriedly, "Don't talk silly. Of course I'm glad to see you, but right at this moment, I'm not feeling up to dropping everything and go with you to places of amusement. Whether or not I can get rid of this headache, I've got to spend some time with Granny today."
"Sure you must. I'll go with you."
"No! You work hard on your farm and should have some fun when you get to Tampa. Ill make some calls and find you someone for you to cut loose with."
Ward gave Emily a sharp look. "What do you mean, cut loose?"
"We both know the facts of life and you're a man with a man's normal desires, I'm sure."
"You're hinting that I want sex?"
"I'm saying that something's radically wrong with you if you don't get horny now and then."
A pained expression came to the portly man's face. "I didn't ever expect to hear you talk like that, Cousin Emily. Being around a hospital must've changed you."
"My nursing experience has made me more practical person, that's all."
"It could be that Grandma has corrupted you, too."
"Granny never pulled any punches with anyone. Your folks should be more like her. Did your father ever tell you more than the birds and bees fairy tale?"
"Dad abhorred smut."
"He probably didn't talk dirty, but it wasn't the stork that was responsible for you and your seven brothers and sisters. There was plenty of action in the bedroom after your parents went to bed."
"I'd rather not discuss it, if you don't mind."
"You wouldn't go out with a woman if I found you one? What the devil do you do in your spare time."
"I'm active in the Vegetable Growers Association and I belong to three fraternal societies."
"Oh, that? but you don't have a girl?"
"I take someone to the movies now and then, but I'd never make vulgar advances."
"Do you want a female that'll take it away from you?"
"Heavenly days, no!"
"Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Ward blushed profusely. "That's an impertinent question. And before company, too."
"Boy, are you ever a greenie! Wait until Granny hears that. I won't dare tell her right after her operation. She'd bust all her stitches laughing."
"Emily, you've embarrassed me in front of a stranger. I never thought you'd do anything like that."
"Oh, come off it! Shall I get you fixed up or do you want to go back to Brandenton untested and untried?"
"You make it all sound so nasty."
"Bob, wake up! You can have plenty of fun without falling in love with your first conquest. You need to meet a woman who's been around. A widow or divorcee would make a good teacher for you. Let me think. I must know the right one for you."
"If you did find someone, you wouldn't tell her that-that-I-"
"Why not? Most woman get a big kick out of a first timer. Gives a boost to their egos."
"You've been... intimate with your policeman fellow?"
Emily retorted, "I'll ask the questions, Cousin. Now, I have this nurse in mind for you who looks sweet and she really is. She's a widow, about twenty-six. No children or other dependents. A bit on the plump side, but decidedly not obese. You couldn't help but go for Vi."
Ward's face showed some interest. "Her first name's Violet, eh?"
"Yes. And the last name's Vance."
"Do you think she might go to Cypress Gardens with me?"
"There's no harm in asking. I'll give it a try."
At that moment, there was a knock on the front door. "You've got more company!" Bob Ward exclaimed fretfully.
Emily nodded. "Sounds that way. Could be one of the tenants with the rent money" As soon as the young brunette opened the door, Joe saw Lola Osborn peering in. "I lost a friend while I was out on business," Lola announced. "I thought perhaps you'd seen him." Her violet eyes were already directed in Johnson's direction.
He spoke up quickly, "Oh, hi, Lola. This is Emily, my landlady's granddaughter. I've been fixing a leak in a faucet."
"That's a good neighbor. If you'll come home now, I'll show you what I've got for you. They were having a sale."
Joe looked pleadingly at Emily. "Anytime I can help out don't hesitate to call on me. I do all sorts of things, plumbing, carpenter work and can fix electrical gadgets, if they're not too complicated. I'm a good guy to have around."
Emily's pretty face remains impassive. "I'm glad to know that Mr. Johnson. Sometimes things develop about an apartment that I can't take care of myself."
In Cherry's apartment, Lola said sarcastically, "Your landlady's granddaughter is quite pretty. I noticed that much."
"Yes, she is. She's studying to become a nurse. Only has another year to go." Joe was so disappointed at the turn of events that he was swearing under his breath.
"I suppose she's nice to have around in an emergency," Lola said meaningly. She added, "I really did get a bargain at the drugstore. One of their under-the-counter items. You see, I know the proprietor."
"Do you jack him off?"
She tossed her black head. "Only sometimes." Opening her black leather bag, she took out a bulging brown sack. "A butterscotch and caramel cockstock for you. Two for the regular price of one."
"Are those your favorite flavors?"
Lola shrugged. "I prefer them to fruit flavors."
Taking the small sack from her hands, he removed the contents and exclaimed, "They look like six-inch dildoes!"
She laughed. "They can serve two purposes. Clever, huh?"
"Very. Another Japanese product?"
"I'm not sure. Probably is."
"How much?"
"Five dollars."
"Not bad. One of these should last for months. We'll probably get a lot of good out of them."
She didn't refute his statement. "Those are my intentions." She looked first toward the davenport and then to the bedroom. "Which, honey?"
He gestured toward the davenport. "Why walk further than we have to?" He began undressing.
"I hope your landlady's plumbing doesn't spring another leak. We most certainly wouldn't want to be disturbed."
"I don't think there is any danger of that now. Aren't you going to peel?"
Lola shook her head. "Why should I? You don't intend to screw me."
"I might want to feel your bare tits."
She shook her head. "No bra. You can get at me easily."
"Take everything off, Lola. It's selfish of me to expect you to gum me off without giving you something in return."
The deep violet eyes grew larger. "Are you suggesting that we do a sixty-nine?"
Naked now, he picked up the two cocksticks he had placed on a small table. He tasted of first on then the other. "Great flavors. Pussy's that had these on 'em would sure taste good."
"Yeah," she agreed.
"Maybe we should go on to the bedroom at that. The davenport is a little narrow for a sixty-nine."
"That's right. With me wiggling like I do, we'll need plenty of room."
She shed her few garments on her way to the bedroom. There she hesitated and he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. After he was with her, he handed her one of the cocksticks.
"Get me ready baby. I'll fill your cunt with butterscotch."
"Are you sure you've got the right one?"
He nodded. "Would you rather sweeten my dick with this one?"
"No. I love caramel anything."
"Then, let's go to work, doll."
"Okay, but slip it into me slow and easy I'm ready to go off just thinking about it."
"We can't have that, can we?"
"I'd rather not, but if I should by some chance, it would be no disaster."
"I know. You can go ahead and go. I wish I could come as often as you can."
"That's one thing we have on you men."
"What's the most times you've been fucked in one session?"
She made a face at him. "I've never worked in a whorehouse."
"But I'll bet you've been to drunken parties where the eager stags all waited in line to have a shot at you?"
"You're putting me on again, sugar."
"I am not! I'm definitely not a party girl!" There was vehemence in her voice. "But of course, you've waited in lots of lines."
"Mostly sorority house parties when all the gang was filled with wine."
"Which of the coeds that you knew was punctured the most?"
"That would have to be a thirty-three year old high school teacher who had returned to the university for her Ph.D."
"How many pricks did she explode?"
"Thirty. She couldn't get enough."
"My God, thirty! It must've taken her all night to get that many guns off!"
"Last one was at four in the morning."
"What number were you?"
"My totem pole was her final one. I was unlucky in the draw for position."
Lola shuddered visibly. "I'd hate to have to take you after twenty-nine others. But then, her pussy must've been awfully wet and loose by the time you got to it."
"In fact, it fit me as snugly as a cockcover."
"Well one thing for sure, she wouldn't need another banging in weeks."
"It was a hard night for her. The saddest part was that she got knocked up."
"That's not surprising with thirty loads of semen. She surely didn't have a single birth after all that."
"Only one, but it was a twelve-pounder."
"Who did the baby look like?"
"The mother."
"I read once where it's possible for two men to have a part in the impregnation of a woman if their discharges reach the womb a short time apart."
"I've heard the same thing."
"We're talking and not doing what we're here for. I told you that I come easily and merely discussing screwing makes me boil."
The bedroom became silent now as each prepared the other for a tasty licking. While he turned the butterscotch cockstick around and around in Lola's cunt, she coated his dick and balls with the other one. She wiggled and twisted and moaned all during the treatment he gave her and trembled some as she pied her art upon his hard, thick penis.
At this point, Lola said unsteadily, "You're much harder than I've had you before. It's up to you how we climax, I don't care."
Joe exclaimed, "We could fuck."
"And how!" she retorted with great feeling.
"Then afterwards we could eat each other."
"I know, darling, could I get on top of you?"
"Tight as you are, that'd really hurt you."
"The way I feel, I'd welcome some pain."
"Then climb aboard the moon vehicle. It's about to take off into outer space."
She jacked his cock momentarily and there was still an additional grandeur attained.
"Oh, that's gorgeous!" Lola praised. "I've never seen such a proud, mighty dick. Let me put you in Lola's hot little cunt."
Straddling him with his cock lovingly held in her right hand, she inserted the top of the swollen head into her tight vagina. He didn't help, but could readily feel that she was slowly making progress with his tool. It went into her, inch by inch, until its progress was blocked.
Smiling tensely up into her passion ravaged face, he said, "Sometime you'll get all of me into you."
She humped him for a brief time and then slowly raised her body off the throbbing prick. Lola's pussy sucked as his dick popped out of her juicy hole. Lola unstradled him and began licking his huge tasty meat. She gloated over his monstrous weapon.
She looked up and giggles. "I won't promise what my cunt or your dick will taste like now."
He said recklessly, "We'll soon know."
"I simply love your cock, honey."
"I can't take much credit for it since it came attached to my body."
"Your mother probably helped make it so big." He didn't comment.
She continued, "do you expect me to swallow your jism?"
"I don't five a damn what you do with it just so you don't spit it out on the bed. If Cherry came home and found pecker marks, she'd blow her top."
"I was right. You are screwing her."
"And I intend to keep right on."
"Would my swallowing your discharge make you feel that I cared a great deal about you, darling?"
"I'd have to think that over, Lola."
"Is there anything to drink in the place? If I had a shot before and after you went off in my mouth, it would help a lot."
"I saw a bottle of wine in the refrigerator. Could be cooking sherry. I never touch the stuff."
"I'll get a glass of it, whatever it is. You were such a tough kid, it's surprising that you never drank."
"Even when I was a little kid, I had visions of becoming an athlete. I suppose that's the only reason I didn't smoke or drink. The gang I ran around with did plenty of both. My folks did, too."
"Do you mind kissing girls with liquor on their breath? Do you care is I have a couple of belts?"
"I much prefer the smell of booze to garlic. Get you drink. I'll be right here waiting for you."
She left him, but was back in a couple of minutes with a glass of liquor which she placed on a stand near her side of the bed.
Laughing, she said, "Now I'm prepared for whatever comes out of you, honey."
"It might be a stream of gold."
"I'd never speak to you again if you did that to me."
"You probably wouldn't be able to. Your vocal cords would be completely destroyed."
She licked, kissed and hand hugged his huge penis. "Poor thing has been in a fire and its hardness all melted away."
"But it's not too limp to be a lollipop. If I'm to get at your all-day sucker, I'll have to turn the other way."
"You sure will. Let's do it."
He made the necessary adjustments. "There we are girl."
She laughed nervously. "So we are."
With that, she trapped his penis in her mouth and sucked harder and harder until the fire, building rapidly in his testicles, spread into his swelling manhood.
"You didn't have your drink first, " he called out.
Disregarding his cry, she twisted her hot tongue about the hard tip of his rod and he could feel his fluid on the verge of eruption. She inspired such a great sensation in his loins that he forgot his duty to her and fought to keep his sanity. Electric thrills ran up and down his spine and her breasts bounced against his trembling body. Knowing that he was coming like a fast express, he didn't try to hold his load and stiffened as her mouth went round and round and down and down on his flaming ramrod. She licked, sucked and chewed until he let his cock belch forth. As the release came, she shouted with the thrill of it.
He heard her gasp as his tremendous flow of semen reached her throat, as well as her struggle for breath. He could see some of his thick, sticky sap coming from between her pale lips.
Finally she cried, "I need that drink now!"
Reaching over her body he grabbed the glass of wine she had set on the stand, then pushing her onto her back, he slowly poured the liquor into the slack of her mouth. After it was empty he replaced the glass to the table and fell upon her, spread her legs wide and, burying his face in her thick pubic hair, tongued the small, wet cunt open. It still tasted strongly of the cockstick and he relished the fleshy delicacy with great avarice. Pulling the lips of the vagina further apart with his fingers, he searched eagerly with his tongue for more of the glorious ambrosia. No gourmet patronizing a famous restaurant for the first time had ever enjoyed the food more that he did the nectar of Lola's pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
Joe had just finished Lola off when he heard the front door being opened and closed.
"Cherry!" he exclaimed. "Under the bed, Lola!"
The door to the bathroom open, he was sitting on the toilet when his sister stuck her head in.
"Hi," he called out. "Hi," the young blonde replied. "What're you doing?"
"Trying for a bowel movement. What goes in must come out or a guy's in for a bellyache."
"Do you always undress to poop?"
"No, but I'm funny about being naked when I shower."
"What you been doing today?"
He shrugged. "Just fooling around. Mostly sleeping, eating and watching TV."
"You haven't been in contact with Carl Reynolds?"
"Why should I? We don't have anything to discuss yet."
"Does he know about that deal you cooked up with the rock groups?"
"It's too early for them to have done anything yet."
"You went ahead and set a date for the festival on his farm, told half a hundred hippies to advertise from coast to coast and set a charge of five bucks a head and all without consulting the man who thought of the idea in the first place. How do you know that those arrangements will please him?"
"He told me to go ahead and set up the project."
"Anyhow, I think you should let him know what you've done."
"Okay, okay! I'll phone him when I'm finished here."
"Good boy. What did you think when you woke up this morning and found my note?"
"Only that you keep odd hours and that I wouldn't see you until this evening."
"I got through sooner than I expected. I'm finished. I'll cook up something while you shower."
Now he remembered the half of a cherry pie in the kitchen and the mess he had left after eating the bacon and eggs.
"I had some grub," he confessed. "Cooked it with my own hands. Then a neighbor brought in a fresh cherry pie."
"What neighbor?" There was a sharp note in Cherry's voice.
"What's old Nellie's granddaughter's name?"
"Emily. Why should she bring you a pie?"
"It was for you, too. She didn't know you weren't home."
"I don't trust that girl."
"She seems harmless enough to me. She'll be a full fledged nurse next June."
"So she stayed here and told you her life's story, huh?"
"She came to the door with the warm pie, so what could I do except ask her in?"
Cherry nodded. "And you asked her to share the pie and have some coffee with you. That babe is a schemer."
"You're suspicious of everyone, Sis."
"Only two-legged animals with pussies between their legs."
His quick temper taking over, he retorted, "Even you could be playin' me for a chump."
"You had a visitor this morning, Cherry."
He readily noted the color that came into his sister's face. "Who?"
He also detected a note of alarm in her voice. "A gal wearing enough expensive jewelry to start her own store."
Cherry frowned. "You mean, that Lola Osborn?"
"Exactly. Your dear friend and co-worker."
"I don't have anything to do with her!"
Although not certain that the girl under the bed couldn't hear what they were saying, he said evenly, "She didn't like you running out on her after promising you'd help with a couple of rich bulls from Texas."
"She's a goddamned liar!"
"You deny that you and she run tricks together now and then?"
Cherry stomped her feet. "I certainly do! Wait until I see that dirty slut again!"
"Lola seems to know a great deal about your work. You never did tell me the names of the garment companies that you work for. Since you make such a wad of dough, they must be really big outfits. I'd like to see my beautiful sister on the job doing her stuff sometime."
"Take your shower!" she snapped. "I'll be in the kitchen."
Cherry was fussing around with a frying pan full of delicious smelling food when he trailed her down.
"Ham and grits," he guessed.
She nodded her blonde head. "I haven't forgotten how well you like the combination."
He seated himself at the table. "My taste buds are already doing the frug."
"Harness them until I finish, will you?"
She kept her back to him. "One sort of loses track."
"You had this appointment at five, then with the calendar outfit from New York at eight. How did the really big deal turn out?"
"No problems. If I do say so myself, I'll look great on the calendar."
"Where does all this posing take place?"
"Various studios."
"Where did you pose with that midget who was vainly trying to get his cock in your pussy?"
"A well-known photographer has an elaborate set-up on the third floor of a big, old mansion."
"Where's it located? You must show me sometime."
"I'll try to fix it so you can visit the studio, if you like. It won't be easy because the bossman doesn't want onlookers."
"You didn't say where the mansion is."
"It's way out on Myrtle."
"What number?"
She fidgeted nervously and he could tell from the tone of her voice that she didn't like the idea of all his questions, but he intended to continue nevertheless.
At long last, she answered, "I never remember addresses. So far as I'm concerned, it's enough that I know how to get there."
"Who's the photographer?"
"Bill Burns."
"For a moment there, I was afraid that you'd even forgotten his last name. Since he's so well know, he'll undoubtedly have an ad in the yellow pages of the telephone book."
"I doubt it. He's so well established that he doesn't need publicity."
"When I call Reynolds, I'll have a look anyway."
Cherry said hurriedly, "I'll take you to see where I work in just a few days, if you'll drop it now."
"Is that the place you posed with Stretch Murphy?" he went on as if he hadn't heard her.
"Yes. Now get your mouth set for something besides talking. Here comes the food."
A few seconds later, Joe was piling in the vittles and smacking his lips. "Food for a millionaire, Sis."
"I'm glad you like it," Cherry replied, moving things around on her plate. She didn't appear to have an appetite now, even after claiming to be famished.
"There won't be any dough from the rock festival until Labor Day."
"I thought Carl was going to give you ten thousand now."
"He would if I insisted."
"I'd insist, Joe."
"I'm not really looking for cash, but I get restless sitting around on my can. Why don't I do some posing to kill time? You said some of the dames at the new settlement near that nudist camp might be interested in having me stretch my muscles for them."
"I also said that Gaylord Ragland might want you to pose for him."
Joe wondered about the girl he had stashed under the bed. It made him nervous, worrying that Cherry might suddenly go to the bedroom for something and find her there. He hoped that she would take this opportunity to slip quietly out while they were busy in the kitchen.
"You mentioned a lawyer. Diana Adams I think you said was her name."
"She doesn't have any talent in the arts. Sketches a bit and writes nutty poetry."
"Maybe she'd compose an ode to my cock."
"Forget that bitch!"
"What does she call this community she started?"
"It should be Whoreland."
"Seriously, what's it called?"
"Simply The Village."
"If I had a car, I'd drive out there the next time you're posing or modeling."
"You're going to have big trouble with me if you start being a pussy hound. I can handle all the hardons you can come up with, big boy."
"Are you going out later this afternoon?"
"I must," she replies, a little reluctantly he thought. "What's on the schedule this time?"
"I'll be at the art school for two hours."
"Where is it?"
"My God, you've lived around Tampa for nearly thirty years!"
"Not true, my girl. I was away for five of those years and buildings and businesses spring up like rumors."
"Then you'd better get a map of the city and get reacquainted with it!"
"I'll do just that."
"If you're finished eating, why don't you telephone Reynolds now? Please don't blow that deal with him. You might never have another like it."
"Stop worrying! If it's the rent you're upset about, you won't be keeping me, you know. I intend to pay my share around here. And I intend to mile this rock festival for all it's worth."
Carl Reynolds immediately came on the line and Joe brought him up to date.
When he finished, the employment agency man growled, "We should be getting more than five bucks a head."
"My advance guard thought that would be plenty. They're not rolling in money, don't you realize that? If only ten thousand longhairs showed up, that'd be fifty grand."
"It'll take a tenth of it to grease Sheriff Kern's palm."
"That still leaves forty-five thou for us. Besides, what happened to the crowd of fifty thousand or more that you talked about?"
"Because of the success of other festivals, I may have gotten carried away."
"Your pipe dreams often go up in smoke, don't they, Carl?"
"What the hell do you mean, Joe?"
"As long as I've known you, there've been these big ideas rattling around in you skull and they never seem to materialize."
"I've made a big success of my business, haven't I? What have you accomplished?"
"I'll admit that you've made it in this one area, but I don't like the way that you suddenly cool off on an idea."
"Didn't I come up with something much better than that treasure hunt I first thought of?"
"I suppose so."
"Don't go getting cold feet, buddy! You insisted upon something well within the law and I came up with it. You'll regret it the rest of your life if you go sour on me."
"I've started the ball rolling. What more can I do?"
"You could be on the road, glad-handing the hippie musicians all over the country."
"Travel costs money."
"Not much if you use your thumbs."
"I never did hitch and I'm not about to now."
"Then get yourself a cheap buggy and paint it up, hippy-style. Lots of LOVES on it and bleeding hearts."
"All I have to say is that your suggestion stinks!"
"No, not even for a measly fortune can you break away from those whores you've taken up with, can you?"
Joe screamed into the mouthpiece of the telephone, "Who're you calling whores?"
"Someone's screwing you to death. Last time I say you, there was more color in a corpse's face. Which is it going to be Joe, big money or beaten-up pussies?"
"I don't attempt to interfere with your private life, so don't go sticking you nose in mine!"
"I hate to see a good guy making an ass of himself. Get those pictures of gaping cunts out of your mind and fly right. There was a time I envied your mother and I'd love to bury my cock in your sister for one whole night, but you should realize by now that they're no longer good for you. Don't let them stand in your way of you becoming rich, fellow. Now I've said it, let's get back to business."
Cherry was yet at the table when he went bake for a second cup of coffee.
"Trouble?" she queried.
"He thinks I'm screwing you too much."
"He has his opinions and I have mine."
"He wants me to buy a hack and go commune with the hippies."
"That's out, honey. I have a saw-toothed knife that I'd like to stick up his ass!"
"I love your tail, Sis, but I can't live off of it."
"I know that you're restless, Joe, and want to earn some money, but you're never going out of town and leave me again. I've got it! If you had a small panel truck, you could go out each day and tour the southern section of Florida, contacting your rock musicians or whatever, then be back home with me at night."
He Nodded. "Yeah."
"I'll spring for a wagon if you'll go out and find one you like. Get the newspaper and see what's advertised."
The morning newspaper was still on a dinette chair when he had left it there after a brief look at the sports page. Eventually his eyes settled on a 1969 seven-passenger Volkswagen bus for just under two thousand dollars."
Cherry said enthusiastically, "Sounds like a bargain, honey. I'll give you a check. Why don't you go look at it right now?"
"That much money won't run you short, will it? And understand, as soon as we make any money, you'll get it back."
"Never mind about that. I'll have it back in my bank account in a month."
"You make more money than Lola does, don't you? From what she told me, I figure she knocks out between six and seven hundred a week."
Cherry grimaced. "You two must've had a long talk."
"It isn't often one meets someone who gets big, long green for beating jism out of pricks."
"I don't want her coming here again. Go see about that Volkswagen. Wherever it is, I'll drop you off there."
"It's at Hill's Ford."
"That's not far from here. You're almost as good as there."
Two hours later, Joe returned to the apartment the proud owner of the good conditioned bus. On the way, he had stopped at a paint shop and arranged for the bus to be transformed into a hippies' delight on the following day.
Although he knew that Lola Osborn would no longer be under the bed, he looked to make sure. Sure enough, the jackoff artist had gone. Before he could get off his knees, there came a light rap at the front door.
A smiling Emily was waiting for him. "I finally got rid of Cousin Bob," she announced cheerfully.
He grinned. "The nurse took him off your hands?"
"I told Violet Vance right over the phone that he was a virgin and she said she'd guarantee that he wouldn't be one when she finished with him. Some women get a big kick out of taking a man's cherry."
"Aren't you sorry that you didn't get it yourself?"
She shook her head vigorously. "I should say not!"
Although he knew that the girl expected him to screw her now, he kept her standing in the hall. After all the strain his penis had gone through, he realized quite well that he wasn't equal to what Emily had to offer.
"I'd ask you in, but I expect Cherry any minute."
The girl frowned. "Oh. I saw you drive away and you return alone in a Volkswagen. I supposed she'd be gone awhile."
He wondered if she'd also witnessed Lola Osborn's departure.
"I needed the bus for business reasons. I'm going to tour the state with my message of peace and love."
"You're a pacifist?"
"Although I served my country for three years, I realize now that war is barbarous and senseless."
"But if someone didn't fight for us, we'd be destroyed by evil forces."
"That's the excuse the war mongers give for violence."
"Maybe so."
"You're probably on your way to the hospital to visit your grandmother?"
"I'll stay with her awhile before I go on duty this evening." Leaning forward, she raised her face to him. "Don't you want to kiss me?"
What the hell else could he do but put his lips briefly to hers. "You're a sweet girl, Emily."
A knowing look came into her eyes. "But you don't want me now?"
The next kiss was somewhat longer and warmer. "Of course I do, but... " She cut in, "The girl that came and dragged you out of my apartment has taken all that you have to offer. Is that it?"
He lied, "Of course not!"
She rubbed against him. "Nothing," she said dolefully.
He experienced a feeling of shame. "I told you I'm expecting Cherry."
"If you actually were capable of making love to me, there's still Granny's place."
"My wife would see the Volkswagen and I know that I was around the building somewhere."
"There's room for it in the garage beside Granny's car." He swore under his breath. Why couldn't a man have an instant hardon anytime that he desired it? It wasn't fair that a woman could have sexual intercourse with any number of men and he could only screw so few girls in succession.
