For centuries, cities have been magnets to the populace of the countryside. Merchants, craftsmen and artists gathered in urban areas, making them centers of trade, manufacturing and culture.
But there has been a darker side to the urban experience since the days of Sodom and Gomorrah. Men and women have flocked to notorious cities in search of more than wealth and personal fulfillment; they've sought satisfaction for all manner of sexual cravings. This phenomenon flourishes today as never before.
In the following manuscript we shall examine one such city: New York, and two young persons drawn to its world of fashion, style and carnal delights.
The young man in our study has been recently discharged from military service. The sudden change from an orderly, disciplined life disorients him and in desperation he turns to the one thing in his life that spells constancy; his remarkably large penis and his uncanny ability to seduce women.
Our female subject presents a different case. She had grown up in a small town, far from the sophistication and style of city life. But she has been exposed to the .media: movies, television and fashion magazines.
She had blossomed into a beautiful woman, but she has had unhappy psychosexual, social and family experiences. She develops an incredible drive to run to New York and become a top fashion model. And she is motivated by another drive as well; her genitals.
What follows is a story of a penis, a vagina, and the big city. And it is a story of copulation, autoeroticism, incest, lesbianism, anal penetration, fellatio, cunnilingus, and sexual manipulation.
CHAPTER ONE
"Buckle up there, cowboy."
Rick looked up to see the stewardess standing next to his seat. He said nothing. All he could do was sit and stare at the woman. She was some piece of ass and all he could think about was how he'd just love to rip off that uniform of hers. Right here in the jet.
"We're going to be landing in just a few minutes," she said. "The captain has switched on the 'Fasten Seatbelts' sign."
Rick still didn't say anything. And he was hearing nothing from her words that interested him at all.
"Please sir," she implored.
Rick silently cursed. He hated to be told what to do, especially when some bitch was giving him orders. He'd love to give this woman some orders right now! He knew exactly what he'd tell her to do! He had something for her, all right. A nice hard rod up her asshole might just teach her to try giving him orders again! It just might kill her. Rick knew that damn few men in this world had a dick the size of his. Nine inches of steel!
Ready for action on a moment's notice. It was ready right now!
The stewardess had a frustrated look on her face now, as if she weren't going to take much more of this from Rick before she called the co-pilot back to talk to him. Rick had gone through this so many times before in the Marine Corps and it always seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. He found himself buckling up his seatbelt. He wasn't happy about it, but he did it. The bitch smiled and walked down the aisle.
Rick thought the pain was going to kill him. His penis was fully erect and here he was, trying to strap himself in for the landing. For once in his life he wished the huge hardon would subside just a little. He wanted to be in good shape for his first night in New York City. He wanted to ball one of those fantastic New York women he'd heard so much about. He wanted them all to know that there were nine inches of prime Texas meat coming in to take up residence in the big city!
Rick took his mind off the stewardesses for just one moment. The jet was flying over the city of New York now, and the sight really thrilled him. It was a remarkably clear day. Rick was sort of surprised by that. He'd heard that the cities here in the East were so dreary and polluted. But from up here in the sky, New York looked like a box full of gleaming jewels. The silver skyscrapers shone so brightly in the afternoon sun. Rick recognized the Empire State Building. He'd seen that in the movie King Kong. And down there as well were the twin towers of the World Trade Center and the huge Statue of Liberty. Rick had seen lots of pictures of them. But now, finally, he was seeing it all for himself.
And those New York women! He'd seen pictures of them too! And he'd heard lots of stories from his buddies in the Marines. Maybe, Rick thought, he'd be writing a few stories of his own. He couldn't take his eyes off the panorama unfolding beneath him: skyscrapers, apartment houses, stores and more! There were thousands, millions of pussies down in that city! And they must be dripping, Rick thought to himself. The ladies of this city must be ready for some really good cock! And he was arriving to meet the demand. He certainly had the supply! Rick ran his hand down to his crotch. He was still steel-hard. Naturally. He'd just have to bear the pain of having that seat belt strapped across his cock and balls. He had become used to it by now. Of course, having such sexy stewardesses aboard didn't exactly make for a painless flight. This airline really knew how to pick chicks who could get a man excited. But Rick should have known that any airline based in Texas would have more than an ample supply of prime pussy to pick from.
The girls of his home state of Texas were something else, Rick knew. How many Miss Americas had the Lone Star State produced? How many movie stars? Famous sex symbols? Rick couldn't get over it. All he was seeing on television these days were a bunch of sexy cheerleaders - from Texas! How he got hard whenever he watched those pieces of ass shake their tails on the tube! How he wanted to have them all line up in front of him and just wait for him to stick them all! He knew he could do it! He had the greatest capacity for sex of any man he'd ever heard of. Even the other Marines in his outfit admitted that.. They'd once gone so far as to give him a certificate of cocksmanship after that night in the whorehouses of Okinawa. Rick recalled that episode with supreme satisfaction. After his third Japanese hooker, the other guys had offered to pay for any more he could ball. And the fools had wound up paying for four more!
The stewardess walked past Rick once more, and his eyes of course became distracted from the New York skyline. His cock also twitched. He hoped to hell that they would land soon. He would get a rupture if he had to stay strapped in like this for very much longer.
Rick kept his eyes on the sky chick. Yes, she was a real piece of Texas ass, all right. He'd gone back to the lavatory five times during the flight to jack off over her and the other stewardesses on board. He'd joked and flirted with them all. He'd given them little pats on their asses. He'd stopped just short of suggesting that they could step back into the lavatory with him and oblige them all with a standup ball.
That bothered Rick. Why the hell hadn't he just pulled one of them back into the can and shoved up her skirt and shoved himself right in there between her legs? What was happening to him? Was he getting timid in his old age or something? Two weeks out of the Marine Corps and he was falling apart already! That would have to change. He gave the stewardess another really thorough checkout. His eyes started at her sexy black patent leather pumps and followed her stockinged legs all the way up to the hem of her short skirt. His mind's eye took over there. The bitches' legs were really shapely, and long, and tanned and he knew he would love to have her flat on her back with those luscious legs wrapped tightly around him! Rick knew she'd be holding on for dear life, trying desperately not to be splayed apart by his driving rod of iron. He'd fuck so far up into her she'd be scared as hell his cock would wind up in the back of her throat. So many times women had screamed at him that that was exactly what they felt. He'd love to give such a treat to this bitch!
It would serve her right for coming up to him and calling him "cowboy".
And her twat! Rick had seen so many in his life, and he knew that hers would be a thick, lush black bush.
One of his favorite kinds! Rick smiled. Did he have a favorite? Of course not! He loved them all. Black.
Blonde. Red. Shaved. He lived for them all. And there were more than he ever dreamed of in that city below him right now, just waiting for some real cock.
Rick tensed. The plane was coming in on final approach. He always got a little nervous in an airplane. It was a habit that had crept up on him in the Marines, after he had seen a transport aircraft go down in flames with one of his boyhood friends aboard. Poor bastard. He'd grown up with Willy. They'd jerked off together as kids. They'd even got their first piece of ass together. Some chick by the name of Evelyn or something. Rick could never remember the girl's name. He always remembered that the incident had taken place in the alley behind Johnson's Drug store. Willy had done most of the work. After all, he'd talked the bitch into coming back there in the first place. Rick knew he was never very good with words. It was his custom to just take what he wanted without asking. Where women were concerned, he'd done exactly that most of the time. And not too many girls had protested. Once they saw the size of his erect cock they were usually only to happy to take it inside their cunts. That was for sure. Rick couldn't get over it. He must have balled hundreds of chicks by now and he'd only been thrown in the slammer twice for rape. And both times he'd been released for lack of evidence. Usually women were mortified at the very thought of appearing in court to give testimony. Being a horny cocksman in this society wasn't so bad. Not bad at all!
The buildings of New York were coming up to meet him now. Rick clenched the seat. If only Willy were here with him, the two of them would make this town stand up and take notice. There wouldn't be a virgin left in the whole city of New York. And the non-virgins would be worn out and ready for the junk heap. He and Willy would see to that, all right!
They were on the ground now. The plane was rolling over the taxi-way up to the terminal. Rick unbuckled the damn seat belt and felt like a new man. At last he could breathe! At last his cock was free! And it was going to be unrestrained now for a long, long time! He could hardly wait. Who was going to be the first lucky chick?
Passengers filed slowly down the aisle to the door. Rick waited. He didn't want to hurry. He still had his eyes on that one stewardess. He had a score to settle with her. Now he was checking out her tits. Pretty good!
Nice and full. He shouldn't be surprised. They were a real match to her fantastic legs. Yes, Rick thought, she would be a really good candidate for what he had in mind. Maybe she even had an apartment here in New York. That would be kind of important. He'd spent nearly all of his money on the plane ticket. He simply had to find some sort of job or income in the next day or so.
He waited until almost every other passenger had disembarked. Then he got up slowly, fetched his buckskin jacket from the luggage rack, put on his Stetson hat, and sauntered down the aisle. One foot in front of the other. One cowboy boot made an impression in the aisle carpeting. Then the high heel of the other did the same thing. The pointed toes aimed right for the sleek black pumps gracing the feet of that stewardess. He was going to get them off, he knew.
Just like he was going to have every bit of that bitch naked in front of him before the day was out!
She was smiling at him now. Ready to give him that "Thank you and fly with us again" bit they always pulled when a guy got off the plane.
Rick was planning to fly her again, all right. But he wasn't going to wait until he had to take his next airplane trip.
She raised her hand to give him that little wave. Rick had to laugh. She was wearing a pair of those little white gloves, the kind that young girls wear to their ballroom dancing classes. It looked so funny to see her wearing gloves like that with her stewardess outfit. The uniform left almost nothing to the imagination. The skirt seemed to be halfway up her thighs and her tits stuck right out into foreign airspace. But somebody had thought of having her cover her precious little hands! Rick's dick leaped inside his trousers. He was turned on even more, if that were possible. Somehow the thought of balling this chick with her gloves on excited him no end. He couldn't believe it! Was he turning into some kind of freak? Why would he want to fuck her with gloves on? What was his cock trying to tell him? Was he some kind of pervert instead of a real, red-blooded cocksman? But the idea just wouldn't go away. He wanted to rip the girl's clothes off, leave her stockings in tattered shreds and throw everything else around the room. Why the hell wouldn't he make her take her gloves off? He'd seen her hands. He'd love to have one of the long red-painted nails worming its way right up his asshole. He'd love to have those fingers digging right into his back as she pleaded with him for cock. And more cock!
She was smiling at him now. Right at him! Going to give him the old airline good-bye. Sure. She just didn't realize what was going on here yet, Rick thought.
He stopped by her as she attempted to usher him out the door. His rod was practically bursting out of his skin-tight blue jeans. He made sure she saw it, too.
"Good-bye, cowboy," she said with a smile. "Hope you enjoy your stay in New York."
Rick knew she had it all wrong. It wasn't just a stay in New York that he was planning. All his savings had gone to pay for a one-way ticket. And what the hell was she trying to pull, anyway? Was this some kind of standard technique she had for dealing with guys who had nine-inch cocks?
Rick started to get mad. Didn't this girl know that the only way to deal, with a guy who had a nine-inch cock was to have a ten-inch cunt?
"What time you get off work, honey?" Rick asked. He tried his best to be charming. And he was quite practiced at it, even when something else was on his mind. After all, he'd used the technique so many times.
"I'm finished for two days with this run," came the answer.
So, Rick thought. He'd managed to get her to drop her defenses for just a little bit. Maybe the surprise had somehow gotten to her.
"Well then," he said. "How would you like to show a stranger around town? I've heard there are some sights worth seeing."
He had his eyes glued to her tits as he uttered the words.
The stewardess recovered and tried to put the hardass veneer back on. She just pasted on that plastic airline smile once more and said something about his being a real cowboy.
Rick felt the anger welling up from deep inside him. This chick was giving him a much harder time than he had ever expected. He had never had to go to so much trouble with any of the broads he'd fucked lately.
The girls in Okinawa or the South or anywhere never seemed to be such ballbreakers. Just because this bitch was an airline stewardess she probably thought she was too good for him. Well, dammit, how many of those rich businessmen travelers had nine-inch cocks? They might have more money than he did, Rick thought, but he had something that no amount of money could buy. Why shouldn't he just go ahead and tell her? Say it right to her face! Ask her to give him some good reason why he shouldn't drill a hole into her with his steel rod?
The next thing he knew Rick found himself walking right out of the plane, up toward the terminal building.
How the hell had this happened? He'd never lost his nerve with a bitch before. What was making him give up the fight now? Where was that sky chick, anyway?
Rick turned around and looked back down the jetway, the tunnel-like passage that led up from the aircraft door. He didn't even see the bitch now. Just a bunch of ground crew people swarming into the cabin. Boy, had she ever given him the slip. No one had ever pulled anything off on him like that before. That bitch might sound just like she came from back home in Texas, but she sure knew the ways of this big city, all right. If her cunt was as slippery as she was, she might be the easiest fuck in the world. And Rick knew that he just didn't have a long rod. It was really wide too. But he'd have to watch out. The chicks here in New York might be a little tougher than he expected. Rick rubbed his hands together. He'd handle them in the end, though.
There wasn't the woman on earth that he couldn't get into bed sooner or later. Just let him meet up with that stewardess again! The next time she wouldn't get off so easily. His cock was already hard on for revenge.
Rick collected his suitcase at the baggage claim and was distracted for a few minutes by the women milling around the airport concourse. His penis was bulging right out of those jeans. He was enjoying plenty of the pain that came from being restrained. Yes, he had to admit that. When some bitch wasn't forcing him to strap himself in, he really got off on standing around with a full hardon. He loved showing off his male organ in front of women. And they certainly gave him the eye. It never failed. Right now he knew he was being looked at by female passengers, stewardesses, women ticket agents, rent-a-car girls. Rick had to laugh.
More than one faggot was giving him a second glance, too. Too bad, fairies, Rick said to himself. This gorgeous dick of mine is reserved for pussy only!
Rick started to follow the crowd now. It seemed that most people were making their way toward the doors that opened on the auto pickup area. Rick hefted his suitcase and went along. A second later he was breathing the air of New York City for the first time. It certainly was different! The sky was blue enough, but down here on the ground a man could choke. Automobile, bus, taxi, aircraft exhaust fumes created an atmosphere that was absolutely foul, Rick thought. How strange it was not to be inhaling clean fresh air like back home on the plains of Texas. He hoped the stuff wouldn't make him impotent or something.
Rick suddenly tensed. Where the hell was he going to go now? People were rushing around him every which way. Cars and buses drove in and out. Everybody seemed to have some destination, to be sure of himself, or herself. But what was he going to do? He didn't know anybody in this city. He didn't even have enough money to take a taxi into town. And what would he do once he got there? Was there a hotel cheap enough for him to check in for a couple of days?
For a second all his cunt-busting ideas receded from Rick's mind. And though his penis remained as hard as ever inside his pants, Rick began to get a little scared. He had to figure out something, and fast. He had to have some sort of scheme for hustling his way here in New York. Come on, he told himself. You've done it before. You've been hustling before. You can do it again. Put your mind to it.
But the fear wouldn't go away so easily. Was it turning into panic?
"Hey, cowboy! You lost?"
Rick turned. It was that stewardess. The bitch that had given him so much trouble on the plane. That cunt!
What was she going to want to do to him now?
Rick just stared at her. Her tits. Her legs.
She was still wearing those little girl's gloves. She was smiling. And she was staring at his crotch!
CHAPTER TWO
The elevator took them to one of the upper floors in the apartment building. But Rick didn't pay all that much attention to how high he'd come. He only had eyes for one thing: this hot stewardess. When they stepped out into the darkened hallway, he couldn't wait any longer and he put a hand on her thigh. He grabbed at the stockinged leg as he'd never clutched at anything before. How delicious it was. And he hadn't even tasted her yet! Was there ever plenty of this chick to grab! And the nyloned flesh felt so lush to his touch! Rick ran his hand right up under the hem of her skirt and copped a feel of her ripe round buttocks. He couldn't wait to get his cock between those!
She slapped him back in a playful sort of way.
"Slow down there, cowboy," she said. "I know you can't wait to empty that six-shooter of yours into my pussy, but you'll have to calm down for a second. I don't think the neighbors would like to hear us fucking in the hall."
Rick grabbed her ass a little harder still.
The girl squealed.
"If any of your neighbors' are good looking chicks," he sniped, "I take care of them as well. This is more of a machine gun than a six-shooter."
He pointed with pride to the outcropping in his crotch. The bulge had reached grotesque proportions. In fact, people on the street had even stared as the two of them were walking along!
The girl fumbled with her keys.
"I bet you would take care of them, wouldn't you, cowboy?"
Rick nodded and smiled.
"I didn't get your name in the taxi, did I, honey?" he asked.
"What the hell do you want to know something like that for, cowboy?" she answered.
"It makes it easier," Rick said. "And a little more personal. When we fuck, I like to talk dirty, you see. And it's a lot more fun if I can say your name in there with all the dirty words."
"Fuck yourself, cowboy," she said.
Then she told him that her name was Lesley. She finally got the door open and the two of them walked into the apartment.
"Say, this is quite a spread you got here." Rick was really impressed. This was one of those places like he'd seen in movies about New York. A real luxury pad and it must be twenty or thirty stories above the street. A guy could see for miles from this high up. It was a view almost as good as he'd had coming in on the plane.
"So you like it, eh, cowboy?" Lesley remarked. "I'm kind of surprised you even noticed. I thought you had only one thing on your mind."
Rick was irritated by the way this chick came on. He unzipped his pants and his monstrous erect penis unleashed itself. He grabbed it with one hand and brandished it at the girl who stood in front of him. He saw that her eyes were fixated on the thing. This always happened. If he wanted to get a girl's mind onto the subject of sex, all he had to do was whip out his cock. The bitches were always struck dumb.
"You'll have this inside of you soon enough, bitch," he snarled. "I bet your cunt's been drooling for it ever since I got on your fucking plane in Dallas this morning."
Lesley didn't say a word. She couldn't. Cocks like the one that was waving back and forth in front of her right now were as rare as anything. What a precious specimen. She could swear that it was bigger than her dildo.
It certainly was twice as large as Bradley's dong. Bradley would probably go berserk with rage just knowing that some other guy on the planet had a dong as big as this cowboy's. He was a competitive guy, to say the least.
"Cat got your tongue, eh, honey?" Rick said. "Takes a little time to get used to the size of this thing, doesn't it? Don't worry, honey. A cunt like yours probably drips enough juice to take in two or three cocks this size with no problem."
Lesley wasn't all that sure. She'd seen enough cocks in her time. Even now she knew she'd wet her panties and her panty hose just thinking about having this cowboy's dick inside her. In fact, all the way home in the taxi, she'd kept sniffing the air for the scent of her own pussy. That's how hot she was for this guy! There wouldn't have to be the expense of a motel and all the explaining if he tried to put her through the third degree.
The next thing she felt was Rick rushing up to kiss her. That kind of took her by surprise. She hadn't expected a guy like him to even be slightly interested in something as romantic as giving her a kiss. It was deep and long, too. He seemed to be so hungry that he wanted to eat her up. She could feel his tongue doing a number on her own tongue, on her teeth, her lips, her gums! And she could feel something else: that monstrous dong of his was pressing against her crotch. She was still dressed, but she might as well have been naked. It was pressing so hard against her, the penis that is. She couldn't recall ever being so thrilled by a single prick. Of course, there had been the time she'd balled her whole high school football team the night before their championship game. That had been another matter. Then the cowboy came onto her again, just dancing and pressing and doing that number with his tongue. The thrills shot out from between Lesley's legs now. Her pussy was excited and running a river! There'd be a splotch of pussy juice on the carpet! She just knew it! The stuff was running down both her legs right now! She'd bet anything this bastard knew it, too! This Texan was really something else! She thought she'd balled everything with a cock at this point in her life, but she'd never met up with the likes of him before. To think she'd been so attracted to this wise-ass back there in the airport concourse. Enough to bring him home for a roll in the sack! And he hadn't even put his dong inside her yet! But from the way he was putting his tongue inside hers, running his cock all over her crotch, and frigging with the rest of her: tits, ass and thighs, Lesley kind of figured this cowboy just might give that football team a run for its money in her balling Olympics.
"I can sniff your pussy from up here, bitch," Rick remarked in a sadistic sort of way. He was confident that he had her in his power now.
"Are you big enough to fill me up, cowboy," Lesley taunted. "I've had plenty of cocks in my time. And I've been around. I've even put some cocks out of commission, for good."
"I just might put your cunt out of commission, cunt," Rick answered.
He had pushed her uniform skirt all the way up to her waist now and was working away at the waistband of her pantyhose. He was so eager to ball that he didn't know if he could take the time to do anything more than open this chick up and stick it into her and blast his wad. Even though he'd jerked his way in the lavatory all the way up from Dallas, his balls were bursting again, hardly able to contain the load of hot sperm that the first sight of New York chicks and this stewardess had caused the organs to generate.
"Watch it, cowboy, I just bought these stockings two days ago and they're not your cheap supermarket pantyhose."
That did it. Rick hated to be talked at that way. He tried with all his might to rip that waistband. He remembered that he had a real score to settle with this bitch. And she was going to realize it once he got his cock inside her! He shouted at her now to shut up.
Lesley hated it when men were brutal and rough with her. And she loved it! She couldn't wait for this cowboy stud to ram his rod up into her cunt. She just loved to think, to fear that each fuck with such a brutal man might just be her last. What was this stranger going to do to her, with her? Lesley squirmed as the cowboy's fingers madly clawed at the tops of her stocking tights. Why had she even bothered to insult him about ruining her new underwear? How had such a thing escaped her lips? Didn't she love to be flailed into submission? It was just that, somehow, this balling with the cowboy was turning into a real contest, a real war. She had no doubt that each of them was trying to set some sort of record with the other, as well as trying to exhibit real mastery in the art of cocksmanship, or pussyship.
Lesley resisted. She always did. Her pussy demanded that kind of behavior from her. She loved to have the upper hand. She loved to make a man, or men, work. Her pussy was worth it, she knew. She had a remarkable capacity for multiple orgasms, and she just had to have a cock inside her long enough to give her some real enjoyment. She wanted only real dildo-cocks. None of these backseat short-hitters for her.
She loved men who gave a woman real enjoyment. Not guys who just emptied their load into a girl and then took off. She thought jerking off with her dildo was lots better than that. Unless, of course, the guy had a lot of money. Like Bradley.
Rick had arrived. He knew it. He was getting back at this stuck-up piece of ass. He knew she was unable to resist a cock the size of his. And now he was going to really make her pay for the way she'd talked to him back on the plane. To hell with her stockings! The room resonated with the rip of nylon.
Lesley screamed. A finger had parted her pubic bush and was into her cunt in no time! It had never been this fast with a real cocksman. Her crotch was ablaze. This guy was socking it to her, all right. His finger had enough energy to burn out a half-dozen dildos. She could feel the surges as his fingers worked back and forth along the lips of her pussy and parted the passage of her vagina. This man would find the bud of her clit in no time! This bastard was a pro, damn sure! She was going to lapse into a state of total orgasm before the next minute was up. The sensations were taking hold of her now, even as the cowboy's hands did their dirty work down there between her legs.
Lesley jumped! This fucker had not only found the little bud of her clitoris. He'd pinched the damn thing! He was going to tear it out! He was going to leave her nothing bur a wreck sprawled across the floor of Bradley's apartment. He was going to steal her clit and tack it up on his wall somewhere! The fucker! The bastard!
Rick saw his chance. The sky chick already had that faraway look in her eyes. She'd probably be cumming for all she was worth in no time at all! And he hadn't even got his rod into her yet! Then she'd scream, all right. Or maybe she was one of those chicks who didn't give a flying fuck about a cock as long as her pussy was blasting out of this world.
Pantyhose lay in shreds on the carpet. The buttons of Lesley's uniform popped right off her jacket and skirt as Rick pressed the attack. He knew damn well that he was taking her by force, that she could probably have him hauled off by the police on rape charges. But she wouldn't. It would all be so embarrassing for her.
And what the hell, she was going to get a real kick out of the whole thing. She was going to love it!
"Give me that cock of yours, cowboy!" Lesley pleaded.
Rick smiled. He always liked to get them a little more worked up at this point, make them beg for his rod.
After all, they didn't get fucked by something the size of this every day of the week. And he also gave them the privilege of at least two blasts of cum up their cunts, at least if he wasn't in a hurry, or there wasn't some other juicy piece of ass in the area. That's always the way it was with Rick Dillman. And he had to watch out for his reputation. It was undisputed down in Texas. Now that he'd arrived in New York City he'd have to see that it remained untarnished.
Of course, Rick was so pussy-starved this evening, so bursting with cum, that he wasn't all that sure he'd be able to hold his load very much longer. And he didn't want this bitch thinking he was a short-hitter or something.
Rick dropped his pants to the floor and took his cock once more in his right hand. He guided the rod between the lips of the stewardess' cunt and began to work the penile head back and forth along the lips. He knew they always liked this. It was what he called the dildo effect. Now he watched as Lesley just lay back, leaned on him for support and lolled her eyes like she was going out of her frigging mind.
And she told him so. She began to talk dirty, to tell him that he was driving her up a wall, that his cock was bigger than any dildo she'd ever fucked herself with.
Rick had to laugh as she squirmed out there in front of him, as he struggled to hold his load until he put his cock all the way into her cunt. Of course his cock was bigger than any dildo she'd frigged her pussy with!
Once, just out of curiosity, he'd got a bunch of dildos and measured the length of his erect rod against them.
It had only reconfirmed his confidence in his own sexual prowess. Wasn't no sexual device built that could outfuck old Rick Dillman! Nothing! No dildo! No vibrator! No electric doodad!
Lesley was living proof of all that Rick had taught himself. She looked like she was going crazy, all right. He was going to fuck her insane. He was going to make her pay with pain! She'd never give him an order for the rest of her days! She'd never tell him anything but what great cock he had, how many orgasms he gave her, and plead with him to do it over and over. And over!
Rick felt jism beginning to dribble out the end of his penis. It wouldn't be much longer now. The pressure in his balls was becoming too much to bear. He was going to shoot such a big load into this chick it would well up in the back of her throat and she could drool it right from her mouth. Just let one of her businessmen friends try to fuck her with that kind of force!
Lesley renewed her pleading. She was so hungry. How she'd become entranced with this cowboy's cock the minute he'd boarded the plane this afternoon in Dallas. Maybe it was those skin-tight jeans of his that made the crazy organ so prominent. Of course, he had to have some real meat down there to pull off that kind of act. And the second the cowboy had whipped it out here in this apartment, she'd seen that he wasn't faking it. Not at all! She'd wanted to go for his rod right away, to take it in her hands and just feel the damn thing!
To take it inside her mouth and have it explode in her throat. She'd love to taste this guy's cum. That's all she could think about as she'd fingered herself in the lavatory on the flight. All that was on her mind was having the cowboy's dong between her lips and swallowing that delicious cum shooting out of it!
She asked him for it again. She pleaded with the cowboy to ram in into her, to stick those nine inches of hardness right up into her, all the way. She knew she could handle it. She desperately wanted to handle it.
She needed it! She craved it! And now the bastard was putting her off, playing hard to get, flaunting his goodies in front of her cunt and keeping it from her at the same time! The bastard!
Lesley was about to blow her skull. The orgasms were coming now, rolling in waves across her consciousness. She lost count of the blasts from her cunt. That usually happened about this time. Lesley had no need to count such things anymore. She was a confident woman at this point in her life. She knew that she didn't have to work toward breaking any sexual records anymore. Hell, she'd probably set quite a number of them herself.
Lesley jumped into the air. What was that drilling between her legs now? Did this fucker have some kind of weapon with him? Was he a killer rapist with a red-hot dildo poker? She looked down. All she could see was his rod. It was going into her!
Smashing its way between the lips of her cunt! Drilling and drilling! And the thing wouldn't stop! There was no end to it. It just kept coming from out between the cowboy's legs and working its way up into her cunt.
Damn, it was long!
"You're wounding me, you fucking bastard!" Lesley screamed. "You're killing me! I'll have your prick on my wall for this!"
Rick just smiled. He always got off even more just hearing them scream at him like this. Damn sure he wasn't going to stop. Every once in a while a young tender virgin was spared the full length of his organ if he thought he really might kill her. But not this bitch. She was going to have every last inch of his weapon swimming up inside that drooling cunt of hers! He could see the look of pain on her face. He loved it! He loved seeing her suffer like this on the end of his cock. He was paying this bitch back and more, making her squirm in retaliation for speaking to him like that on the plane. This was still a man's world as far as he was concerned. It was Rick Dillman's world, and he was going to fuck every bitch that gave him some lip, and thousands more! He pressed on, poking his red-hot rod farther and farther up her dripping cunt. His hips and pelvis moved like an acrobat's. He was a sexual athlete. He was a master of the art. He knew almost nothing about anything else. It was all that he lived for! He even heard himself groaning now, exerting himself as he brought all pressure to bear against this luscious bitch.
Lesley moaned, sighed and asked for still more.
Rick thrust himself to the task. He had more to give and she was going to get it! This might be the last fuck she'd ever take in her life. And he was determined that it would be the greatest.
"Give me more of that meat, cowboy." Lesley's voice had degenerated to a mere whisper now. She had little energy to expend on anything more than absorbing the crazy tensions, the spasms and the sensations of her own orgasms.
Rick summoned his own powers to the call of his cock. He threw everything he had into the next thrust. One more heave and his whole cock disappeared up the cunt of the sky-chick. He was in! She'd be done for in no time!
"More meat, you bastard cowboy!" she shouted. "Show me what a real Texas-sized fuck is all about."
Rick got really pissed off. What the hell was this bitch trying to tell him? Didn't she have enough meat inside her? What more could any cunt want than the nine fantastic rock-hard inches of Rick Dillman's dong? He worked and he worked. He did a real dance even as his dong stayed right inside her. Around and around he went! Up and down! Back and forth! In and out! And when he went in, did he ever!
Lesley screamed with the last vestiges of voice that were left to her. Rick felt that his eyes were going to pop right out of his head, so great was the mounting pressure. This chick was really swallowing him up! Dammit, she had a cunt so big there was no getting around it! She was eating him alive! And that expression on her face! She was enjoying herself, all right! She was loving every damn second of his rough housing. He was swimming in that thing of hers, that black hole in space that called itself her pussy. This bitch could probably swallow a football team in that tunnel.
"That's what I like, cowboy," she breathed. "Keep it up!"
So she was giving him orders again! Just like some sonofabitch Marine sergeant. Rick was not only aroused, he was out to avenge himself, to get back at the world for not giving him a fair shake, to smash the Marine Corps for bossing him around for the last four years, to destroy this sky-chick's cunt! Forever!
The blast came! Sperm boiled over and shot the length of Rick's cock. He could hardly contain . himself. His penis was running away from him! His pelvis jerked and spasmed. He was out of control! There were gallons of cum inside his balls, fighting for room to travel up the cock and burst forth from the penile tip to splash against the walls of the girl's womb. This was going to be a long, long orgasm. He was going to spew one hell of a lot of cum into this pulsating cunt!
Lesley was flailing her arms and legs. She was attached to this earth only by virtue of her cunt being impaled on the cowboy's cock. She was satisfied deep down in the depths of her consciousness, satisfied with the knowledge that she really knew how to pick them. Yes, she could spot a cock the minute it came near her. This was one hell of a piece of meat. The best she'd had in a long time. Too bad the guy at the end of it didn't have a kingdom to go with it, or maybe a Fortune 500 industrial corporation. Too bad such a wonderful dong was wasted on a penniless cowboy, a naive oaf from the plains of Texas.
But such thoughts quickly vanished from Lesley's mind as her pussy took over her thought processes. Why not just relax and enjoy this little balling session, she asked herself? The guy would be gone in a couple of hours. And she'd have the memory of his dong. But why not the dong itself? That's what she really wanted, wasn't it? For now, she just ground her thighs down on his cock and let the orgasms roll on. And did they ever keep on coming!
Rick was getting his own rocks off! No doubt about it. So what if he couldn't get all the revenge he wanted to inflict on this bottomless pussy. He was going to lay back and let nature take its course. He was coursing through her now, he knew. He'd spilled so much cum into her he'd probably reached the farthest point in her body by now. He was warming up this bitch! Heating her up! And he kept cumming, spewing, dribbling! It was never going to stop. All of him was going to drain out into her!
Lesley emitted some kind of moan. It was barely audible.
Rick kept up his dribbling. How long could this go on, he wondered? Was his penis going to shrivel? Was he going to collapse at some point?
Their bodies convulsed. They looked at each other with stricken gazes. They were utterly incapable of inflicting anything else on each other. They'd finally got off!
CHAPTER THREE
Rick awakened from a dream. Or was he still dreaming? Where was he? His head was spinning. He looked around. The place was a mess. Bits of clothing lay scattered all over the floor. His Stetson. His boots. That buckskin jacket he'd bought in Abilene. Right! They all belonged to him. He recognized them, all right. High-heeled black patent pumps? A white lace brassiere? Sheer nylons in a pile?
Rick struggled to focus his eyes. He felt as though he'd come back from being swept up in a tornado. Was he really alive? He felt all the parts of his body. Yes, his penis and balls were still there. Thank goodness!
Then he saw her. She was sitting on the couch just across the room. She was naked. She was smoking a cigarette and she was smiling at him.
"All fucked out, cowboy?" she asked. Then she blew a smoke-ring.
Rick didn't like it when a woman talked to him this way after sex. He looked down his dong. It was limp. It was also hanging down to the floor, and he could see that the girl had her eyes on it.
"Ready to get fucked again, bitch?" he snarled. Rick put a hand to his penis and began to pound it as hard as he could. The stewardess' tits and twat, legs and ass looked as good as ever and it took him no time at all to get up. He had no idea how long he'd been passed out, but Rick did know that he'd shot one hell of a load into the bitch before he'd drifted off.
Lesley was not to be outdone by some cowboy sitting on the floor beating his meat. She stuck a hand down into her crotch, parted her jet black pubic bush, the lips of her pussy and began to search for her clit bud.
She was quite a professional jerkoff artist and it took her no time at all to get those sensations flowing, to convince her of her own desperate need to cum. And when Lesley made up her mind she was going to have an orgasm, it wasn't just a single one that she was out to achieve.
Her magic fingers began to do a real number on her clit. The juice was flowing. It was a river running down the insides of her thighs and messing the upholstery of the couch she sat on. Now whenever she lay down on the thing she'd be able to sniff her own pussy. How she loved that! How she loved to press her face into her own soiled panties and pantyhose! How she adored her own luscious crotch! She lived for her pussy!
She'd die for it!
She pulled the fingers from her cunt and stuck them into her mouth. Delicious! The taste of her pussy juice and the drippings of sperm that the cowboy had shot inside her nearly intoxicated her now. Why drink booze, she thought, when cum tastes so great. A cum cocktail! That's what she liked to have before dinner.
Or anytime for that matter!
"What the hell are you playing with yourself for, bitch?" Rick shouted.
"Because I don't feel like going into the other room for my dildo," Lesley hissed.
Rick was hard now, really hard. His cock stood up straight from his pubic bush. He could feel the sperm just heating up in his balls. He knew it would be at the boiling point before very long. He knew he'd be ready to shoot as soon as he jerked himself a little more - or did another cock dance in the sky chick's cunt. And he was pissed off. He just couldn't get along with this bitch. She kept on calling him "cowboy" and now she was playing with herself, as if his cock wasn't good enough for her or something.
"I'm going to shoot such a load into you that you'll drown, bitch," he shouted.
"I can take anything you got, cowboy," Lesley breathed, even as she continued to finger her pussy.
Rick got up, stood for a moment waving his cock in front of the girl's face, and then he followed the dong's lead over to the couch. She was going to get it again! He was renewed, invigorated with the power of his masculine drive. Rick Dillman was no short-hitter. He was ready to do battle all over again! And his dong? It was out to its full nine inches now. Maybe more. He thought he just might fall over on his face, so great was the weight of the organ that he brandished from between his legs.
Lesley looked up now. She loved fingering herself, all right. But the sight of a man's penis hard and long and coming her way was always enough to make her sit up and take notice, or lie down, as the case may be.
She was running a torrent now, gushing pussy juice from that fountain between her legs, and she knew damn well that this liquid was lubricating juice. It was the stuff that was supposed to make entry of that "thing" so much easier. Lesley had to laugh. As if she weren't big enough!
The rod was getting closer and closer. Lesley knew it was only a matter of seconds before she'd feel its tip plunging past her thirsty, sucking, gulping cunt lips. How she wanted this dong! She'd been giving this poor cowboy a hard time, she knew, and that made her want his rod all the more! She just couldn't wait until he sprayed the insides of her once more with that burning hot cum of his. It was so hot that it set her crotch on fire. She wished she could bottle the stuff and keep it around. A twinkle came to her eye. Maybe this time, she thought, she'd surprise him. She would grab his cock and take it into her mouth and give him a blowjob.
Rick stopped his progress toward the gaping pussy in front of him. How delicious this cunt looked! And was she ever spread wide! This chick really knew how to handle a man. She had her legs spread apart so far he thought he could just walk right into her pussy. And if that last go-round were any indication, she was going to wrap those long, tanned legs around his back and catch him in a sex-death grip while she swallowed him in that tantalizing twat of hers. How sweet it would be! And Rick had enough liquid cum to put out any fire in her pussy.
He stopped. He remembered something.
"Put on your gloves, bitch," he ordered.
The words took Lesley entirely by surprise. What the hell was this guy talking about? Her hand stilled its motion in her cunt.
"I gave you an order," Rick said, with a hard edge to his voice. "I expect it to be obeyed."
Lesley listened as he repeated what he told her the first time. She hated it when guys talked to her like this.
What kind of a crazy kink did he have, anyway? But there was something else to take into consideration, an urgent need that had to be satisfied, that couldn't wait even one more minute! Her pussy was hungry, starving, craving a meal of this prime cock!
Rick stood still, waving his weapon, getting himself up even more. He was ready to stuff it in, all right. But he wanted this bitch to do as he said, to follow the order he'd given.
"I'm not going to tell you again, bitch!" he announced with venom in his voice.
Lesley looked longingly at the living dildo hanging in front of her face. Yes, it really was bigger than the artificial penis that she diddled herself with every day. And yes, she had to have it! Her pussy commanded her! She was a slave to her genitals! No matter what she wanted to do, her clit and cunt always had the final say. Her head turned to the other side of the room. There lay her white gloves, on the table by the door.
Keeping one hand in her crotch, she got up and went over to the table. She felt the cowboy's eyes drilling through her as she walked. But she dutifully slipped into the gloves. They were so funny, so demure, so much like the white gloves she used to wear to cotillions when she was a little girl back in Dallas.
Lesley jumped. Arms engulfed her from behind. Big hands cupped her tits. Her nipples were already erect, but the touch of the cowboy made them so utterly hard she thought they'd burst. Now she felt herself flying through the air! The bastard was carrying her over to the couch, or somewhere.
Rick loved it. He got off on throwing women around like this, carrying them off caveman style, letting them know who really was the boss in a Rick Dillman balling session.
This chick had some tremendous body, all right. And now he had an idea. Her gorgeous ass was right in front of her face. Why not a little back-door action? Ever since he'd first felt her stockinged ass as they came in the door, he'd craved sticking his rod right between those beautiful ass cheeks.
He threw her down on the couch. Lesley landed on her stomach and immediately tried to turn over. But Rick was too strong for her. He pinned her right to the couch. His eyes were fixed upon his cock's goal, those twin buns of love with their incredible shape. Right between them! Right up her asshole! That's where he was headed!
Lesley began to struggle. She loved it in the ass, of course, but she wasn't finished giving this prick a hard time. If he was going to blow his wad in her bowels, he was really going to have to work for it!
"Time for a little dirt-tracking, bitch," Rick announced. "Time to have your rosy red rectum feel some real loving."
Rick spread the bitch out and held her down at the same time. His weapon was ready. This was going to be sweet revenge! With a free hand he spread those fantastic ass-cheeks and exposed a lovely little puckered red-brown asshole. He knew this bitch had taken it back here before, and no doubt lots of times. He could tell when they were putting up that fake struggle, all right. He knew these high class Dallas bitches. He wasn't even going to give her the benefit of a finger first. He was going to fuck her in the ass without the grease.
And so he did! His iron hard rod pressed right up to her rectum and began to ream its way inside. Rick was going to be relentless. He was going to show no mercy!
Lesley screamed. This guy was going to kill her. The bastard hadn't even the consideration to smear lubricating jelly on that ramrod of his. He was going to damage her anus forever! She'd never be able to use it again for anything! She'd never have another bowel movement for the rest of her life!
Rick pressed the attack. He moved back and forth. His monstrous cock was a real battering ram, and he was going to batter this bitch, bathe her bowels in a blast of white-hot jism. He worked even harder. He was inspired! He loved the sight. Here she was, her face buried in the couch, and she was flailing her white gloved fists into a pillow!
A groan of pain came from Lesley's lips. It had happened. The cowboy's cock, from sheer rampant pressure, had splayed open the mouth of her anus. He was driving a telephone pole up her asshole!
Then she started to wiggle, to squirm, to dance! It was that old magic of an asshole fuck that she loved so much, the bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain that had attracted her since a rich oilman's son had first put it to her in the backseat of a Cadillac. The sensations filled her buttocks, and shot through right to her cunt.
She was beginning to shoot off, to cum and cum! And she hadn't so much as touched her clit! And the cowboy wasn't frigging her pussy with his hands either! She was firing and firing away! She clawed at the upholstery. She bit into a pillow. She flailed her feet. She clenched her but- tocks together. She didn't want this fucker to escape. She wanted to have this cock up her ass for the rest of her life!
And then it came. The blast from the tip of Rick's cock!
Lesley thought she was going to burst! She thought she was going to drown in the ocean of cum that this bastard was spraying into her! It welled up in her asshole, far, far up toward her bowels. The fucker must be into her more than his hard nine inches. She thought she could feel the tip of the cock behind her tits. Maybe even in the back of her throat! She panted. She struggled for air. It was no use. Everything was cum! Cum!
A sea of cum! She was going to be spitting cum in a second! And she'd long since lost track of the times she'd cum on her own! Once again, she was getting off together with this cowboy fucker!
Rick was on top! He had her now, all right!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, what are you going to do now, cowboy?" Lesley asked.
Rick took another forkful of the big steak the girl had prepared for him. He sipped some wine. He didn't really know whether he wanted to answer her. Could he bear to tell her that he wasn't sure what he was going to do?
He looked out the window. All of New York City seemed spread out down there. Millions of lights, millions of people, millions of pussies just waiting for his cock! He'd been in the city nearly two days now and all he'd done was ball the living daylights out of this piece of ass. Maybe, he thought, he should be thinking about moving on. But to where? He'd thought about trying to get some work as a model or an actor. He knew he had the looks. He had no doubt about that whatsoever. And there must be some demand for Western-looking guys. He always thought about all those cigarette ads. No New York guy could ever look so tough.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Lesley asked. "Or don't you have anything on your mind?"
"What of it, bitch?" Rick hissed.
Lesley took a sip of her own wine.
"It's no sweat off my ass, cowboy. It's just that the guy I live with is due back here tomorrow and well, you can't really stay here anymore."
"Why the fuck can't I?" Rick shouted. He was mad. "I bet I got a bigger cock than that faggot friend of yours!"
"Maybe so," the girl answered. "But he's got a bank account that could choke an elephant."
Rick slammed his fists so hard on the table the dishes popped into the air and his wine glass fell over.
"Take it easy, there." Lesley said. "It's not the end of the fucking world. It's just the way things are, that's all.
It's life."
Rick didn't say anything. He noticed something. That was the first time she hadn't sneered "cowboy" at him.
Was she actually smiling at him now? And she didn't even seem mad that he'd done a number on her tablecloth.
"Come on, we Texans have to stick together," she said softly. "If you're new in town, as I know you are, maybe I can give you the name of somebody who can help you out."
What did she have on her mind, Rick wondered? "I wouldn't want to lose contact with such prime Texas cock," she said; "And I'm sure some of my New York friends might want to be introduced to such a delicacy."
Lesley winked.
Rick was rockhard, of course. He wanted to jump over the table and ball the daylights out of this chick for the umpteenth time. He sniffed the air in the room. Two days of experience had taught him that he could tell when this girl wanted to ball: she had such a strong scent that he couldn't believe it!
She glanced at him from the other side of the wine glass she held in her hand.
"I thought it might be nice," she said. "If we had a really wild farewell ball this evening. My pussy is dripping wet. It has been all through dinner. Can't you smell it?"
Rick sniffed once more. Yes, he could pick up the scent now. And the taste! He'd finally got around to eating her out! Her pussy was the best thing he'd ever tasted. And he was a gourmet when it came to sucking cunt!
"I'll even put on my gloves, if you like," she said. "I know you get off on them."
Rick's cock leaped in his pants.
"But first," she said. "I really want to know something more about you."
Rick told her. He related to her the story of his life, starting with his early days as the only son of poor dirt-farming parents. He told her about his schooling, his service in the Marines and other things, but it was mostly a tale of sex that he had to tell, of all the girls he'd fucked since puberty, and even before. And how he'd come to think of himself almost as a professional cocksman. He said that he even relied on his cock to help him earn his way through his life.
About halfway through his story, Rick noticed that Lesley had put her hand down into her crotch and had begun to masturbate wildly. She was really working away at her pussy and he couldn't help but pick up the beat. First he simply put his hand to his cock. Then he started to talk dirty in a kind of rhythmic way, to tell stories about his women and his genitals in a sing-songy tone. He kept it up. After all, he had plenty of material, a lifetime of material, to work with.
And she was getting off! There was no doubt about that! She was fingering herself frantically! And finally she lifted fingers glistening with pussy juice to her mouth, sucked on them for a moment, and then motioned to him.
Rick couldn't wait. He ripped his hand from his cock, ripped off the tablecloth, tipped over the table, and made his way to the hall!
CHAPTER FIVE
Melanie gazed out the window of her bedroom on the second floor. Outside, the apple orchards stretched away to infinity, it seemed. The view never, ever changed. And she knew it never would. That thought was depressing. Melanie Tucker was indeed depressed. And she was angry. She was also naked.
She turned away from the window now, and faced the full length mirror she'd had her father mount on the back of the door. She'd told him she needed it to help her dress. That was a lie. She needed it to help her fulfill her attachment to the sight of her body. She spent what seemed like hours each day in front of the mirror, fixated on her own reflection. How she had grown to love her blossoming woman's body! She was tall and blonde and healthy and ravishing. She knew that, all right. Not too many people had told her so.
Certainly not any of the boys on the Appleton football team, the bastards who tried to get into her pants all the time. But Melanie had other sources. She glanced over at her bookshelf. It was stacked with fashion magazines, the really glossy and expensive ones from places like New York and Paris. She spent hours looking at them, at the pictures of those beautiful and sophisticated women in their expensive clothes and fancy makeup. Melanie Tucker knew that she was better looking than most of the fashion models who appeared in the magazines. She knew it! She just knew it!
She brushed her long hair back from her face. She posed in front of the mirror, imagining that one of those famous photographers was taking pictures of her right now. How much longer would it be, she asked herself? How much longer before she made her way down to New York City and became the high fashion model she had always dreamed of being?
Melanie couldn't wait much longer, she knew. Right new her hands traveled slowly down to the tips of her tits. She'd done this many times before and she knew what she was going to do next: she was going to masturbate!
She began to pant now, to skip breaths in the excitement of anticipation. It always happened this way. She'd begin by looking at herself in the mirror and she'd wind up rolling around on her bed with her fingers clawing at that little bud of her clitoris!
She was doing a real fondling job on her tits now. The little buds of her nipples had sprung to life at her touch. She loved to see them point out like this. It made her feel like a real woman. It sent shivers, sensations through her whole body when she touched herself like this. Some of those feelings seemed to shoot right down to the place between her legs that enthralled her so much. And she would begin to drip that juice that made her all slippery and smelly down there. That had such a hold on her too. Every time she wet herself like that she just had to swirl her fingers around and get them all wet and scented and then she would bring those fingers up to her face and smell them and stick them into her mouth!
She was going to do all that again! Right now!
Her hands were already feeling up her buttocks. She wondered if she would put a finger up her asshole just like she'd done this time yesterday. She was really supposed to be doing her homework, but playing with herself, discovering what parts of her body excited her and responded to her fingers interested her so much more than calculus or history or literature. What the heck did a fashion model need to know those things for, anyway? She had to know other things: how to feel herself, how to move, how to provoke people with her body!
One hand rounded an ass-cheek and began to frig her tight little anus. How lewd and disgusting, Melanie thought. Those top New York models probably did all kinds of weird stuff with their bodies, Melanie thought.
Didn't the city have a real reputation for freakiness? She dreamed of becoming a part of the scene there, and experiencing all kinds of things that nobody in Appleton had ever heard of.
Melanie's other hand was parting her wispy blonde pubic bush now, probing for the lips of her vagina. Just the sensation of her hand being so close to the center of her sex was enough to get Melanie all excited. She thought she could almost get a real orgasm without even touching her clit or sticking something up her cunt.
Just the thought was sometimes all that it took to send her right up to the edge of climaxing.
She was beginning to rock back and forth. It was only a matter of seconds before she wouldn't be able to stand anymore, before she would find herself sprawled on the bed and flailing away at her cunt and clit. And this time she was probing her asshole as well! She was burning both ends of the candle, and the flames were going to start any second.
Melanie jumped! She stifled a squeal. Her parents downstairs would hear her. She couldn't bear them knowing. She couldn't think of having them discover her. But she had just touched right on the little bud of her clitoris! The spasms shot right out from that tiny little point now and began to course all through her body. It was getting so hot inside her skin that she could hardly breathe at all now. She wanted to scream, to run, to shout to the whole world about what was going on inside her. But they probably wouldn't understand.
Her mother had probably never experienced anything like a pleasure sensation shooting out from her own clit. And Melanie's father? What the hell would a country bumpkin like him know about making a woman feel good?
Melanie caught one final glimpse of herself in the mirror before she fell over onto the bed. She looked like a woman possessed, she knew. She looked like a wild animal. She was! She was so hungry for pleasure and ecstasy she couldn't believe it! And she never got enough! She fingered herself in the morning before she got out of bed. She played with herself when she got home from school! She put her hands on her tits and in her cunt and up her asshole in the evening when she was supposed to be doing her homework! She masturbated after she got into bed at night! She even dreamed about sex every night! And it was never enough. She knew she was crazy. She was convinced she was a nymphomaniac. But she didn't care if she was sick. She didn't want to be cured. She was a slave to her beloved pussy. She was totally dominated by her clit and her cunt. And she loved every bit of it!
Now her thumb and forefinger clawed after that elusive bud between her legs. She was spewing so much liquid from her cunt. She was so slippery there between her legs that she could hardly hold on to the clit long enough to diddle it. But did she ever try!
And Melanie did something else, too. She stuffed all the fingers of her other hand up into her cunt, as far as they would go! She was fist-fucking herself! And she was getting off to such an extent that she thought her parents might come charging up the stairs at any moment to put a stop to what she was doing. She could hardly contain the moans and the shouts of pleasure and joy that were fighting to free themselves from her throat. What the hell, she cursed to herself, why should her parents pay any more attention to her now than they had in the past? Why shouldn't she scream out for everyone in this frigging little town to hear? She was going to get the hell out of this hick town, and fast! She was heading for New York City! And the next time any resident of Appleton would see her she'd be thereon the cover of one of those fashion magazines they sold down at the drugstore!
Melanie started to gasp for air now. She really was drilling herself! That fist of hers had spread her cunt lips so wide she couldn't believe it! Were her hands really in all the way up to her knuckles? She'd never dreamed that her pussy was that big before! She worked even harder now. It thrilled her to think that her cunt was so large. It would give her all that much more pleasure, not to mention the capacity to swallow the biggest cocks in all of New York City when she finally got there. And it wouldn't be long now! She'd already made plans!
Hut first she was going to cum! It was starting already! Yes, Melanie knew all about multiple orgasms. She'd been achieving them now for a couple of years. And she was becoming quite a mistress of her own pussy.
After all, how else would a woman learn here in Appleton? Melanie would swear there wasn't a man in the whole town who knew enough about sex to give the faintest hint of pleasure to a woman. Fuck that whole damn football team!
Melanie was fading fast, falling out of contact with anything but her burning, dripping cunt. It was running away from her! The spasms were taking over! It was all involuntary now, her muscle reactions that is. All she had to do was relax and enjoy, and it was odd because at the same time she was all wound up and tense and firing away!
Something left her lips. A shout? Melanie was too delirious to know. She was in the throes of multiple orgasms! Fuck everything else! She was cumming and that was all that mattered!
And still she wanted to stuff more of her fingers into her hungry pussy! Was it really that big? She had all ten fingers working in there now and the damn thing still wasn't full. She was cumming all right, but what would it take to really satisfy her? Nothing she could ever find here in this town!
The tears began to stream down Melanie's face now, tears of joy at the insane pleasure she had not yet attained. How long could she continue this alone? How much longer could she hold out?
Melanie knew, even in the blind haze of orgasm, that there was something else she wanted to have. Right now! No, Melanie didn't have anything so elaborate as a genuine erotic device, certainly no vibrator or dildo.
But she knew exactly the shape of what she so much wanted to experience, and she reached for it now.
She'd stolen it from the refrigerator downstairs when she came home from school.
A second later she brandished a frankfurter in front of her cunt. Erect, red-colored meat dangled before the lips of her pussy, tantalized her with the thought that someday she would possess the same type of thing, only attached to a virile man. She gazed longingly at the sausage, and began to stroke herself with it. She parted her pubic bush with its tip, and then she ran it up and down and along the lips of her vagina. It thrilled her, in a weird sort of way. She'd never balled food before. And this seemed to fill the bill pretty well. She'd certainly blasted herself with orgasms this evening, but she wasn't quite dazed yet: she was proud of her growing capacity to devour and appreciate pleasure sensations. And she'd become so involved with her fingers that she'd nearly forgotten about the frankfurter.
She pressed it into the moist passage of her vagina now. Yes, it did inspire more sensations. She could sustain more! She wanted more! It was a hungry mouth she had down there between her legs, she knew, and it had to be fed. Hot dog! This piece of meat was going to make her cum all over again!
CHAPTER SIX
Melvin Tucker padded softly up the stairs. He did this almost every night with the same purpose in mind. He had taken it upon himself to check on his daughter. The custom had started when he was much younger and his Melanie was just a little girl. But now, he knew, there was another reason for his being so interested in his daughter. She'd grown into a fantastic piece of ass! She had turned out to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was so inspired by her looks that he couldn't deny she turned him on. Yes! For a long time now he'd been having these fuck-fantasies involving him and his darling Melanie.
Darling Melanie! He wanted to ball his own daughter more than he'd wanted any woman in his whole life!
Now he spent his days dreaming about how he might be able to get his daughter into bed. She made him hard! Now he wanted to peer in her bedroom door and let his fantasies run wild. He'd take a vision of his luscious daughter to bed with him and he'd beat his meat to put himself to sleep.
He moved softly down the hallway of the modest house. He knew he couldn't make a sound. Mabel might discover him fooling around like this and she'd make him pay for the rest of his life if she ever figured out what he was up to. And he had to make sure that Melanie didn't hear him and wake up. What would she think of a father who sat in her room with her while she was sleeping?
Melvin opened the door now. It opened silently. It had developed a creak not too long ago, but he'd promptly fixed it under the guise of making Melanie's room just a little more comfortable for her. Like hell! The only reason he'd done it was so that he might be able to carry out his self-appointed mission of voyeurism. If only he could see her naked, Melvin thought. Usually he could manage a glimpse of a great body under the sheets, and that fantastic, stunning face of hers lying on the pillow. Of course, sometimes in the summer he was treated to her lying on top of the bed clad only in a thin nightie or something. But it had been so long, so many years since he'd seen beautiful Melanie nude. Melvin had to imagine the changes that had taken place in her body, her blossoming into a real woman: her twat, bare, fully developed breasts, her asshole. Just thinking about these things gave him inspiration for endless hours of jerking off!
And was he ever going to beat his meat tonight! He'd been watching Melanie all through dinner and the sight of her had made him so hard he could hardly eat! There was only one thing he wanted! He'd got up from the dinner table almost screaming in pain and counting the hours until he could safely, he thought, creep up toward his daughter's room and have a real nice long look at her.
He saw her now! The door was open all the way. Melvin had done a really good job of lubricating it. Now his jaw dropped. He was stunned. He couldn't believe the sight in front of his eyes. His beautiful daughter was there in her bed all right. But he'd never seen Melanie look like this before!
Melvin just stood there at the door. Nothing in his whole life had ever prepared him for a sight like this!
There was Melanie, sprawled across her bed, and there was something sticking out of her! A penis, Melvin thought. But how? He stared. What the hell was going on here? He looked even closer. That was a frankfurter. A hot dog! Sticking right out of his daughter's cunt! Melvin began to pant so loud he thought he was going to awaken his wife down the hall, or Melanie there on the bed. But was she asleep? Was she in some kind of weird trance? Her reading light was on next to the bed. And she had one hand on that piece of meat that rose right out of her pubic bush. But she wasn't diddling herself with it.
Something else was going on. Melvin felt himself hardening again there between his legs. No denying it. He was getting off over seeing his daughter like this! His hand went right down to his cock. He began to rub, harder and harder. If only it was his dong inside Melanie, instead of that horrible frankfurter! He wanted her!
He had to have her! Why couldn't he? If that beauty of his was so starved for sex, and had to drive a piece of meat up into her own pussy, then why the hell wouldn't she take his dong inside her?
Melvin unzipped his pants and pulled out his joint. He wanted to feel the hard, bare flesh in his hands. He wanted to wake Melanie and have her do a number on his cock! Would she take it in her mouth? Melvin had been blown only a couple of times in his life and that had been years ago when he was in the Army. A blowjob from his own beautiful daughter! He'd be in heaven!
Something drew him across the room now. Closer and closer. He couldn't resist! He didn't want to! He wanted to jump right into the sack with this gorgeous chick! He didn't care if it was taboo. He didn't care if this woman was his own flesh and blood. She was an incredible piece of ass! She was the best looking broad in Appleton and he wanted to ram his rod home into her cunt!
Melvin thought he was about to fall over, his penis was so heavy. He'd never had a hardon like this before, certainly never in any of his long jerkoff sessions. He'd needed a real live woman. He needed more than just fantasies! He was pounding himself now. He could hear the smack of his hand against his cock. He could hardly restrain the sperm inside his balls. He was on the verge of blasting his wad right across the room. He was going to drown his daughter in his own cum!
How was he going to give it to her? Melvin knew she wanted it! She had to. Why else would she do something like ream herself with a hotdog? Wasn't she getting it from the Appleton football team? Melvin could feel the rage rising inside him. Just let one of those jock brutes lay so much as a finger on his little girl and he would kill him! He wanted this beauty all to himself! She was his anyway, wasn't she?
He was almost on top of her now. Melvin still didn't know exactly what state his daughter was in. Her eyes were open. Her mouth was open. She had a hand on that piece of meat, but she didn't seem to still be working herself out with it. And she didn't seem aware that he was in the room with her.
Was he going to reach down and pull that thing out? Melvin began to shake. Could he actually do that?
Could he so much as take his hands off his rock-hard penis for one second? He just couldn't stop his pounding his joint at the sight of this girl spread out in front of him. He was seeing every bit of her: those beautiful tits along with that twat he'd only dreamed about until this moment. And he was smelling her! The scent of his daughter's pussy was filling this room. That had to be her pussy. It was so sweet! So sexy! He wanted to taste it with his own mouth! Melvin noticed now that Melanie's crotch was glistening and wet. He knew about pussy juice, all right! He knew that his daughter had to really give herself a workout, get herself nice and wet, dripping with that juice of her cunt, even to get that hotdog inside her! That's what he was smelling! Was it ever rich and ripe! To think that his own little daughter could spill it out like that! If only he could have been in here from the start! If only he could have seen her, the look on her face, when she put that first finger to her cunt! If only he could have seen her when she started to take off her clothes! But here she was, all naked and wonderful!
And here he was! He was cumming! The sperm in his balls was boiling over! He couldn't help himself! There wasn't any time! His pelvis was jerking. And jerking! That piece of ass sprawled on the bed in front of him was too much. He couldn't hold his wad!
Melvin shouted. Then his cock exploded! Right in his hands! He couldn't keep quiet. He raved like a maniac!
Melanie awakened from her bizarre reverie just in time to catch a blast of her father's sperm full in her face.
Her mouth was open, and some of the cum smacked her right on the teeth. But it didn't stop her from screaming. She shouted loud enough to wake the dead in the cemetery on the other side of the apple orchard. Then she settled down to being merely stunned. Her eyes were wide open and wild. Her jaw stayed dropped. She made no move to flee. There was nothing she could do, except wipe some of the jism from her face and look at her father.
Was it her father? Really? Or was this some kind of weird incestuous dream? Was she going to wake up and find that everything was all right? But what about this man in front of her? He sure looked like her dad.
But with his penis hanging out like that? What was going on? And that hot, whitish stuff streaming down her cheeks?
Melvin Tucker had turned into a crazed animal. He wasn't sure of anything right now. He was howling. He was trapped. He was sinking to the floor. The floor of his daughter's bedroom! And she was sitting right there on the edge of her bed. She was staring him right in the eye and she was wiping his cum off that beautiful face of hers! His very own daughter! How could this have happened? What was he doing in her bedroom, anyway?
He'd been caught red-handed! His hand was still wrapped tightly around his hard cock! Yes, it was still rockhard! He'd shot his wad! He was ready to do it again!
That pussy on the bed beckoned. Had she shouted? Hadn't he heard something? She was staring at him, giving him the eye! That fucking hotdog was still in her pussy! She must still want it!
Melvin struggled back to his feet. Something out- side of him was propelling him. He was following the lead of his rampant penis! Finally he was going to possess the one woman he had craved so long! He was going to ram this thing of his right up into that heavenly snatch!
Melanie watched him coming closer. It was her daddy, all right. And that pole sticking out between his legs was bigger than anything she'd ever seen. He really put the foot-ballers to shame in the cock department.
She looked down at the frankfurter in her pussy. It seemed so puny in comparison to her daddy's prick. Her daddy's! It was her own father that was after her now! The same cock that should be fucking mommy!
Melanie felt a scream welling up in the back of her throat. She'd never in her whole life been so horrified as she was at this moment! Her own father! This had to be a dream! A lewd, disgusting nightmare!
She felt his hands on her shoulders now. And then his fingers found their way down to her nipples! The scream began, low at first. Melanie thought she might gag or choke. Daddy was tweaking her breasts! His wild-animal eyes were fixated on her crotch. He was going for the frankfurter now!
The scream got louder. She was wailing, shouting, crying! She was desperate! This was the end of her life!
She had to get out of here! Now!
She wanted him, didn't she? He was hearing a shout of joy, wasn't he? Melvin kept running his hands over his daughter's body. He was going to ram into her now, all right! He'd waited for this long enough.
But what was this? She wasn't resisting, was she? She wasn't trying to scratch him? She wasn't starting to fight? Melvin jumped onto the bed. He grabbed his daughter's flailing hands. He knew he was stronger. She couldn't hold out against him for long! If only she would shut up. This shouting was too much. He'd have to get it over with quickly. Was he all ready to cum again? Yes! There was still more cum roiling down there in his balls.
"No! Daddy! You bastard! Leave me alone!" Curses and shouts flowed from Melanie's mouth.
She was telling him off! Dammit! His fucking daughter was trying to shout him down! Melvin started to rage.
This bitch was just like her mother, then. She was going to feel his cock in her twat whether she wanted it or not, then! He pressed himself upon her.
Then something hit him in the balls! Melvin jumped. The pain shot from his cock all the way up his body. He screamed. He shouted. He jumped clear off the bed! That bitch! He saw her fist now.
And then he saw his wife at the door! Mabel was screaming, shouting that she was going to kill him! Melanie was panting, cursing. She was ready to pounce. She would kill him, he knew it!
Melvin sank to the floor. His cock was shriveling last. He pounded the rug with his fists. What was he going to do now?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melanie watched the countryside passing the bus window. She glanced at her watch and wondered what her parents would be doing right now. She was sure they wouldn't have discovered her absence yet. After all, the school day wasn't even half-over. And then, what would they do when she didn't come home from cheerleader practice? Call the police maybe? She would be a couple of hundred miles away by that time.
Melanie was scared. This was really the first time she'd ever been away from home, not counting a couple of girl scout jamborees a few years ago. But she wasn't quite so scared that she couldn't go through with it.
After all, she was going to go to New York City and become a model when she finished high school anyway.
So, she was just moving things up a little. And after that episode in her bedroom the other night, she knew she couldn't very well stay in Appleton any longer. She'd had to put her plan into effect. She still couldn't get over that behavior on the part of her father. She even wiped her face again here on the bus. It seemed that she just couldn't get his hot slippery sperm off her face. No matter how much she wiped or washed. The tears began to stream down her cheeks once more. Was it because she was frightened that she was crying? Or because she was scared of what was going to happen to her?
Melanie wiped her face again and again. She tried to hide the fact that she was crying. She didn't want anyone on the bus to discover her secret. She'd heard and read too much about what people did to girls out on their own, especially girls who were exceptionally pretty. Melanie glanced at herself once more in reflection of the bus window. Her looks were still there, all right. That comforted her. She was going to need her face and her body more than anything else if she were going to make it in New York.
She'd planned things as best she could. There had been that savings account at the bank that she'd never told her parents about. It wasn't much. Just a few dollars a week from her job at the dairy stand, but it had paid for her bus ticket and might just support her for a couple of days in New York. She'd heard that things were really expensive down there, but with any luck she thought she could get some kind of job quickly.
And she'd gauged her departure to give her as much time as possible before her parents discovered that she was gone. Her damn parents! Being attacked by her father was the final straw! All those years of hearing him moralize and yell at her! All that time he was a deacon of the church in Appleton and had taught Sunday school! And then he comes after her pussy like some kind of sex maniac! What the hell was that man all about? Did he ever need some kind of help! Talk about a fucked-up older generation. Melanie had never had anything much to do with all that generation gap stuff. Why, she thought it hardly existed anymore now that protests and demonstrations and everything had pretty much vanished into the past. But maybe there had been something to it, after all. She wondered how many daughters had had to put up with fathers trying to rape them. And her mother had been no help at all. She'd just been sitting around for the past few years getting fatter and saying "yes" to her bastard father all the time. And she'd probably not fucked for the guy since the night Melanie was conceived. She was as much to blame for what happened as her father, Melanie thought. She cursed, actually. She hated her parents with all her heart now. Before, she'd only thought they were stupid and uncaring. Now she knew that they were vicious.
Melanie stretched her legs in the aisle. The bus ride was starting to wear on her a bit. And she felt really odd going somewhere on a day when she should be in school. Right! The next time she'd be seen in Appleton Central High was when somebody brought in a copy of some fashion magazine with her picture on the cover. That would show them! Melanie Tucker was going to show them all!
She'd taken real care to sort of disguise herself for this trip. She couldn't afford to have somebody take her for being a runaway. She'd read enough articles about foolish girls who got on buses in jeans or rags and wound up becoming prostitutes, sometimes even getting killed down there in New York. None of that for Melanie!
She was wearing her best clothes. A blouse and sweater, skirt, stockings and high heels. Of course, the clothes available to a girl in Appleton probably weren't nearly as nice as what could be had in New York, Melanie knew she had to try her best to look good. And as soon as she got some money, she was going to look as good as any other woman in New York City! Of course, she'd gotten more than her share of looks from the men on the bus, but she was kind of used to that. She'd been getting lewd looks from men for as long as she could remember. It reassured her, in a very real way, made her think she was doing something right, that she would really make it as a model. Now, she had only to see if the men in New York would look at her in the same way.
Melanie wondered about the men there, too. She thought so much about what sex was going to be like down there. She'd pored over the pictures of New York men in magazines, the ones that always seemed to be escorting the beautiful women she wanted so much to be like. Those men were so handsome, so much more refined than the buffoons who lived in Appleton. Melanie had fantasy after fantasy of one of those beautiful men undressing her and then undressing himself in front of her and then: taking her as she had never been taken before, with a penis that really knew what it was doing! A penis that gave her a little pleasure, something the Appleton football team's cocks had never even thought of.
Melanie giggled now. The very idea of cocks thinking seemed so funny to her. She had a high-fashion magazine open on her lap right now, and there on the page was a man she would just love to have in bed with her, touching her on the nipples, the twat, the clitoris, playing with her asshole just as she had learned to play with it. New York men probably did all those things, and more! Melanie wondered about the sexual things that she'd never even heard about. There were probably dozens of tricks, ways to get pleasure and give pleasure. After all, she'd spent her whole life growing up in Appleton and what the hell did anyone there know?
Melanie felt something now. Yes! She couldn't believe it! But she really was getting all hot and bothered.
She was getting all slippery and wet between her legs! She wanted something in there, all right. Did that New York man ever look so good in that tuxedo of his! And he would probably look even better standing naked in front of her! Melanie wondered how big his penis would be. She thought back to cocks of the guys on the football team. And then there was that vision of her father's dong waving in front of her face. It had been pretty big. Maybe she should have taken it inside her just to see how it felt. She was planning to leave anyway. Melanie shuddered. Really, her father's assault had tested her to the limit, and horrified her as well.
And better things were going to happen to her before long. Why, already she was feeling different! She was wetting herself!
Yes! She was soaking her new pantyhose with her own pussy juice. That's how bad she wanted cock! She sniffed the air. Nothing yet. But she knew she had a strong scent. Thank goodness there was no one sitting in the seat beside her. It wouldn't be long before they'd whiff her cunt. It was running a river! And all because of that magazine picture? Yes! As well as her dreams of a new life. She was going to be standing in a picture like that before too long had passed. She would have men like that. She'd be wearing the same fancy clothes that the model in that photo layout was wearing!
Melanie couldn't wait, though. It would be hours before they pulled into New York. The bus hadn't even passed Syracuse yet. And her pussy was really impatient. Maybe, if she...
She pulled her coat down off the overhead luggage rack and laid it on her lap. That might just hide her well enough. Melanie almost couldn't contain herself. She began to struggle for breath. She'd never done anything like this before! How lewd and lascivious! But she had to masturbate! She was a slave to that magical thing between her legs! She couldn't help herself. She never could manage any kind of control when it came to sex!
Slowly, carefully, Melanie slipped her hand beneath her coat and into her skirt. It was going to be a real challenge to diddle her clit from this angle, but she was hard on to try. She managed to get her fingers past the waistband of her pantyhose, and began to search through her lush pubic bush. Already she could feel the wetness on her fingers. She'd really been spurting a torrent down there! She was so proud of herself.
The way her pussy reacted to even just thinking about sex thrilled her so much. She was convinced that no girl in Appleton could get herself so wet so quickly. If only she'd ever had a real live man in front of her she'd be able to get excited in no time at all. She'd never have trouble taking a really big penis inside her cunt, Melanie thought. She always lubricated herself so fast and so much.
Right now she just wanted to let go! To pull off her skirt and stockings, to stick both hands into her cunt and flail away at herself for all she was worth! She had to conceal herself here. She could only use a couple of fingers to diddle her clit. She found it! Right here on the bus, she managed to find that elusive little bud! She had it for a moment between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand! She wanted to hold onto it forever, to shout to everyone exactly what she was doing! She wanted everyone in the world to know what she did with her pussy. She wanted them all to know what her pussy did to her! She was driving herself out of her skull.
Those two fingers were doing a real number on her clit, all right. She was on fire! The bus hit a bump in the road. Melanie nearly hit the ceiling and not because the bump was all that bad. She'd nearly torn her clitoris right out of her cunt! And the vibrations and the wonderful pleasure-pain had spread out from her cunt to every part of her body. She was working even faster now! Harder and harder she flailed away at the little nub of pleasure between her legs, deep within the moist and slippery folds of her pussy lips. She knew it was only a matter of moments before she made herself cum! She was going to cum all the way to New York City! And when she got there she was going to cum some more!
Melanie struggled to maintain some control. Her breathing was hard and fast. She was arched up out of the seat! Her pelvis jerked back and forth in involuntary spasms. Her pussy drooled over the fact that something, even her own fingers, was answering its manic call for stimulation and satisfaction! The fashion magazine with its pictures of handsome men fell to the floor, but Melanie was in no condition to reach and pick it up.
She was too far gone into the bliss of orgasm to do anything that wasn't directly connected with fingering her pussy.
If only that beautiful man's cock were doing this to her instead of her fingers!
Was someone looking at her now? Did the rest of the passengers know she was masturbating? She knew she must look like a wild animal. Would they turn her in and send her back home if they discovered her?
Would she be confined to some mental institution for the rest of her life? Was she sick? Was she sinful?
Was she to be condemned and punished for wanting a better life? To be a top fashion model? To have good sex? To get the hell away from Appleton and its hicks?
Melanie gasped. She'd ripped the nylon crotch of her pantyhose! She'd heard the rip. And now she could smell herself! The scent of her pussy was going to fill the bus and everyone would know what she was doing to herself! Yes! She was sick! She was a rabid sex maniac! A nympho! A dirty nympho! Maybe Appleton would be better off without the likes of her! She'd destroy every single cock in that lousy little town. She'd eat them up and spit them out!
Melanie was sinking now. Her pussy was firing away. She was in the throes of multiple orgasm! She'd lost count already. As strong as her fingers were, and she'd masturbated for hours at a time on a couple of occasions, she knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. If only she had a vibrator! If only she had a real male athlete with a sensational cock doing a dance inside her! She was losing consciousness now, falling away from the real world. Nothing remained to her but sensations flowing out from her self-stimulated genitals. It was so good. It was as good as she could do all by herself. That would change! Dammit! That would change!
The next thing Melanie realized she was sucking on her fingers. She had no memory of stuffing them inside her mouth. How had she got them there? They tasted of pussy. Pure, unadulterated pussy! They seemed to be dripping of the stuff! And she loved the taste! Reflex somehow told her not to be too obvious. After all, she was on a bus and there were other passengers. Some of them were probably looking at her. Who wouldn't She knew she was what men call "a piece of ass". And she was on her way to New York City to become a fashion model.
Melanie slowly began to piece things together. She'd been playing with herself! She masturbated herself nearly into oblivion. She'd hardly ever cum like that before. Maybe it was the excitement of the trip? Maybe it had something to do with the vibrations of the moving bus? She no doubt had blacked out!
And she was wet! She was soaked down there between her legs. Could she really sniff herself or was she only imagining that? She shifted her position in the seat. She was so uncomfortable. She must have soaked right through to the upholstery! And the panties of her pantyhose must be in shreds! She remembered almost clawing at them, struggling to strip, to get access to her crotch right here. And was she sore!
All that beating her clitoris to death had taken its toll. Melanie wondered if she really might do some damage to herself this way. The clawing, the diddling that she inflicted on herself might be really harmful in the long run.
But she had to cum! There was no way she could stop! It was hopeless and she didn't care what anyone else might say or think. She didn't care whether it was moral or immoral. She did what she had to do and that was answer the demand her pussy made upon her: cumming. She resolved a couple of things, though.
She was going to find men, real sensitive beautiful men who knew how to give women real pleasure. And she was going to masturbate with help from the minute she got into New York: she was going to get herself a real vibrator. All the movie stars and sophisticated ladies worked themselves out with those, Melanie was convinced. And since she was going to be a sophisticated lady soon enough, she was certainly going to indulge in the best erotic devices. She'd read all about them in some magazine in an article which told all about female orgasms. A New York magazine, of course. Melanie suspected women in Appleton didn't even know what an orgasm was. Hell, her own mother probably wasn't aware she even had a clitoris!
Melanie thought once more about the little slip of paper she'd put into her wallet. She was counting on that person whose name she'd written down. It was the name of a woman Melanie thought just might help her out: her father's sister. Melanie knew her father hated the woman and they never had any contact. That fact alone made Melanie feel that she could contact the woman with no fear of being turned back home. She certainly hoped so! She knew she would need all the help she could get!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rick Dillman squirmed in his seat. Was his ass ever sore! He couldn't stand. He couldn't sit. It hurt so badly back there that there was just no way for him to get comfortable. He figured he should be at some doctor's office instead of at this swanky model agency. The pain was almost unbearable. That goddamn faggot had really buggered him. Rick relived the whole episode: he'd been referred to that photographer in hopes of getting a batch of test pictures taken for no fee; photos he'd be able to use in trying to get modelling and acting jobs. Rick burned with anger. There'd been a fee, all right. The fucking photographer had made him bend over and get fucked up the ass! Sure, he'd used plenty of grease, but the guy had such a monster wang he might as well have not used any lubrication at all.
Rick thought now that he might never be able to have another bowel movement for the rest of his life! Rick tried to make himself a little more comfortable on the leather sofa. He'd been fucked in the ass by queers in the Marines. After all, he'd had to submit or they would have made life miserable for him. But none of those Marine cocks had ever been nearly so painful as that sonofabitch fairy photographer's dong. Not only was Rick's anus on fire, he was still dripping all that lubricating jelly right out of his asshole! No doubt the stuff had soaked clear through his pants by now and was dribbling right out onto the upholstery.
The only thing decent about the whole experience was that Rick really did have the pictures. They were in a folder, under his arm right now. Of course, the faggot photographer said he'd be more than willing to print some more if Rick needed them. Sure, Rick thought. What would that bastard have him do next? Next time he'd try to find a straight photographer, or, better yet, a woman! Then he could do the buggering. Rick wondered if it hurt a woman so much to be assfucked as it did a man. He'd sure wormed his cock into a lot of back doors in his life. And they'd all seemed to love it. Why, Rick knew that a woman could cum without even having her cunt touched if a dick was up her ass. That was something he'd love to learn more about.
And it was something he'd love to do right now. He'd kind of figured that there were millions of faggots in New York City, but he hadn't expected to make personal acquaintance of so many of the fuckers! Everywhere he went, there were fairies: guys who wanted nothing more than to get inside his pants. Why, Rick had come to New York with the idea of making it as a cowboy type, figuring that there wouldn't be so many guys running around the streets here dressed up in boots, jeans, Stetson and buckskin jackets. Had he been surprised! There were droves of faggots who got their rocks off that way! All a guy had to do was to go down to certain streets and there were so many cowboy faggots around it looked like the fucking Wild West. Last night, some dude had even taken Rick to a place by that very name, and the first thing he knew some other guy was trying to seduce him, and not with sweet talk either - with threats! The fool wanted to stick his fist right up Rick's ass! His fist! He said he'd put grease on it! Right! Rick had suffered enough of that kind of shit in boot camp! He'd got the hell out of there in a hurry.
Rick had begun to wonder. Was that airline chick Lesley playing some kind of joke on him? Who the hell did she think he was? He'd spilled his guts to her. He'd told her everything about himself after that first night in New York when they'd balled.
And she'd promised to help him. She'd told him she had friends in the business who might help him get pictures taken, and she had other friends who booked models and would no doubt think he was as handsome as she did.
Rick was angry again. He hadn't eaten all day. His money had run out completely yesterday evening. If it hadn't been for that assfucker treating him to dinner before buggering him, he would have starved to death by now. And Rick couldn't even call Lesley the skychick for help. He sure would if she were in town. He cared like hell for that rich boyfriend of hers. He was probably a faggot in his own right. It was just that the damn girl was off on some goddamn special assignment for her airline out of the country! Was she ever going to hear from him when she got back!
But now Rick couldn't afford to spend much time plotting revenge. He had to find a meal ticket for tonight, and a place to stay as well. This living in New York wasn't easy at all. Even a red-blooded pussy fucker had to fight for everything in life here!
For the umpteenth time Rick tried to find a degree of comfort on the sofa. It was just no use. From here on in he'd have to concentrate on the receptionist. She was kind of young, but that had never stopped him before.
She'd turned up her nose when he'd come calling, but that was probably because she thought his clothes were funny or something. On second glance, Rick decided that she was a fine piece of New York ass.
Those tall black leather boots of hers gave him a whole new opinion of her and he kind of figured that her standoffish number was just a routine. The bitch probably wanted to get fucked more than anything in the world! That long skirt! That was just a ploy too, Rick decided. She wanted every man who came into the room to keep his eyes on her all the time and just wait for a flash of leg, or knee, or whatever showed from time to time when she got up or crossed her legs. As if it were such a privilege, Rick cursed. It would be her privilege to get fucked by him! Sitting there in her pretty little silk white blouse! It would be in shreds when he got through with her! Just like her clitoris! When she finished with her blast of multiple orgasms, or whatever went on in that cunt of hers, she'd never be able to use her clit bud again! He'd see to that, all right.
Rich was about to drift off into a complete violent-sexual reverie when the intercom on the receptionist's desk buzzed him awake. The girl answered the call and chatted for a second with the voice on the other end of the line.
Finally she turned to him.
"Miss Tucker will see you now," she said, in that superior tone of hers.
Rich rose to his feet. A stab of pain shot out from his anus. Damn that faggot, he cursed. How long was this going to last? And the hardon he'd sprung over the receptionist didn't help either. He was on fire down there between his legs, from back to front! But Rich was never a man to deny a hardon, especially when the woman in question was really a fine piece, and whatever else he thought about that chick at the desk, a damn fine piece she was! He'd have to figure out some kind of moves for her. When he came out of this office, he'd have to, have this bitch on his arm. After all, she might just have an apartment and a fully stocked refrigerator in addition to the luscious cunt he knew must be under that skirt of hers.
Rich gave the receptionist his "just-you-wait-baby" look as he brushed past her into the inner office. He'd have it together when he came out. His instincts just never failed him in that department.
But now he had to worry about this appointment. One more of Lesley's goose chases, he wondered? He hoped to hell something would come out of this one last meeting. He only had that little bit of change in his pocket and right now, even being buggered didn't seem like the worst thing in the world.
A tall figure in an impeccably tailored gray flannel suit stood on the far side of the office. Funny, Rich thought, he'd been expecting a woman. Hadn't the piece at the front desk mentioned "Miss Tucker"?
The figure turned around from gazing out the window.
"Hello. Rich Dillman? My name is Miriam Tucker." She extended a hand.
Rich fought to keep his surprise under control. He'd been fooled so many times here in New York City he didn't think anything would do it to him again. But his jaw had dropped. He couldn't even seem to get a handshake off. This Miriam woman had to be the most incredible bull dyke he'd ever seen. She just had to be! She was sort of a cross between a woman and a man! With emphasis on the man side! The masculine suit, the closely combed hairstyle, the vest, the watch chain, the loafers, everything! It was blowing Rich's mind. When was he going to be able to deal with this crazy city and the weird people who lived in it? He was a hard-driving Texas boy. He'd fucked women around the world and he'd even killed a few men in his time.
After all, he had been a Marine. But this was too damn much! Getting buggered every night for his supper was no way for a man to make his living, Rich decided. And if this woman was as dykey as she looked, a red-blooded fucker like him wasn't able to be so sure of making very much headway with her. He wanted only to get the hell out of this office while he still had a hardon and fuck the living daylights out of the reception chick.
Miss Tucker managed somehow to relieve Rick of his photo portfolio and she was scrutinizing it there on the other side of her desk. She invited him to sit down and he did, despite the pain that lingered in his anal area.
This whole bizarre scene anesthetized it just a bit, anyway.
So what the hell was she going to do with him?
Miriam Tucker seemed to take her time with the pictures. Then she began to look him over.
Rick felt her gaze burning right through him. His breathing seemed almost to stop. He was at the end of his rope. Why, he hadn't uttered a single word since he'd been shown into this office. Hell, he didn't know how to act in front of a bitch like this! He'd never seen the likes of her.
"Won't you please stand up, Rick, and walk across the room?" she asked. "I'd like to see just how you carry yourself. It's really quite important in this business, you know."
Rick rose and did what he was told. What the hell, he thought. But then he realized something else. This woman, this whatever she was, she hadn't spoken to him in a harsh or unkind way at all! "That's enough, Rick," she said. "Thank you." He turned. He noticed that Miss Tucker was smiling at him. And he'd seen enough women in his life to know that she wasn't smiling at him in that damn conceited, superior way.
She asked him how he'd come to find out about her and when Rick mentioned about Lesley the stewardess, Miss Tucker smiled knowingly. It seemed to him that the two women might be good friends.
"Well, Rick," Miss Tucker said. "I imagine you're new in New York, but I think with a little training and all, you'll do quite well in this business. I really like the looks of your portfolio here."
'Thanks. Miss Tucker, ma'am," Rick sputtered. How had he managed to get out a single word? Had this sophisticated lesbian queen really set him at ease? Why, she was really looking at him almost like a mother, wasn't she?
"How would you like to join me for dinner tonight, Rick?" she asked. "It's always good to get to know a new client, I believe. And since we'll probably be working together quite a bit, I think it would be really nice if we got together just to find out a little more about each other."
Rick nearly leapt at the invitation. He could taste the food already. If the class of this woman were any indication, it was going to be one really good meal tonight! He thanked her in the most polite way he knew how. And he almost couldn't believe it! For once his stomach seemed to have won out over his cock! Not that he'd forgotten the piece of ass at the front desk, it was just that Miss Tucker here had also said something about them working together. Did that mean that he had a job?
Rick wondered if he should go now. But Miss Tucker didn't seem quite finished.
"Do you have a very extensive wardrobe, Rick?" she asked.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"What I mean is, Rick, do you have many other clothes?"
Rick felt panic beginning to rise inside him. He didn't really have any other clothes besides these Western things. Just a couple of extra shirts in his suitcase. Did that mean he wasn't going to get the job?
There were no two ways about it. He might as well tell her the truth right now, he thought. There was no sense faking it. She'd find out sooner or later and he probably couldn't steal new clothes between now and dinner time anyway.
But Miss Tucker only smiled when Rick confessed the truth. Then she went to the intercom and called for a person named Mike.
The office door swung open and who came in but none other than the chick from the reception desk! Rick nearly died. He hadn't expected her to be called "Mike". But neither he take his eyes off her. Just the way she walked across the room in those boots made him want to lunge at her and rape her on the spot. How he wanted to see what was up that damn skirt of hers! He would too! He promised himself that much!
Mike stood there on the carpet in front of Miss Tucker's desk. She just smiled at her boss and played with the rings on her fingers. There were certainly enough of them, Rick thought. This chick seemed to have a ring on every single finger, and her fingernails were something else too. He'd never in his life seen a woman who wore her nails as long. And they were painted a deep, dark red. Wouldn't he rather be buggered by fingers like that, Rick decided, then by some old faggot's greasy cock!
"This is my assistant, Michelle," Miss Tucker announced. "I trust her more than anyone in matters of taste, Rick. This afternoon she's going to help you pick out some new clothes. And don't worry about the cost, Rick. Consider it only a small investment I'm making in you. I have great faith in a good return on your talent for the both of us."
Miss Tucker smiled warmly once again.
Michelle disengaged one of her hands long enough to put it on Rick's shoulder and escort him from the office.
Rick floated on air. He wasn't sure about what was happening to him, but things had sure picked up in the last hour! For him, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
CHAPTER NINE
The pain in Rick's ass had receded far, far into the background now. There was another feeling that had come to the fore, that was almost overwhelming in the way that it affected him: he thought he was going to go out of his skull with horniness! He'd never seen so many beautiful women in his whole life! Never! There were short ones, tall ones, thin ones, chicks with really full figures, Asians, Black princesses, movie-star types, fashion-model types. And they were all dressed to kill! They were slaying him! The amount of leg, tit and ass in front of Rick right now was absolutely staggering! He'd been hard when he'd come out of Miriam Tucker's office, but he hadn't been prepared for this scene! That dong of his was out to its full nine inches, and it might get even longer still! It was so painful now that he felt he was impaled on a telephone pole or something. If only he could whip out and run rampant right here! He'd show these New York chicks something they'd remember for the rest of their days. But there were policemen around too, Rick had noticed. And anyway, he was not without an advantage of his own: Michelle was walking right next to him and from time to time he glimpsed a flash of her black-stockinged leg as she strode ahead. Her boots created a rhythm on the sidewalk that served only to accompany his bizarre state of erection, to make him harder still, if that were possible! He kept his eyes on her as well as he could: she was as good as any piece on the street! And he was going to fuck her! Michelle had been claimed for this evening, as far as Rick was concerned. Even if he had to drop his pants and do it right here in the middle of Fifth Avenue.
Fifth Avenue! Up till now the street had existed for Rick only in movies and magazines. But here he was!
Walking along it with a fine piece of ass on his arm! So he hadn't done too badly for the short time he'd been in New York. He almost reached down to pat his cock. The old dick hadn't failed him yet.
Why, he was damn proud of the thing. And he was aware that lots of people were looking at him and Michelle. They probably thought he was some big-spending Texas millionaire taking his girl out for a stroll.
Well, Rick thought, they didn't have to know the truth right now, did they? And they'd all see him soon enough; in all kinds of ads, on television. Maybe even in the movies some day!
Rick felt a poke in his ribs. He turned. Michelle was smiling at him.
"What kind of underwear do you like?" she asked.
Rick was really caught off guard by the question. He couldn't recall ever thinking about underwear before.
Why the hell? He probably didn't even know what kind of underwear he had on at the moment. And to think that this bitch was asking him. Why the hell did she want to know?
But Michelle only smiled and repeated her question.
Rick shrugged.
"Come on in here," she said.
And he followed her into one of the swankiest department stores he'd ever seen, Dallas included. The place looked so rich that he began to feel uncomfortable. How in the world could he ever afford anything in a place like this, he wondered. And if Miss Tucker was going to pick up the tab for clothes like they sold here, she was going to lay out one hell of a lot of money!
Michelle ushered him over to an elevator and the two of them made their way to an upper floor. Rick wasn't so dumb that he didn't notice that Michelle really knew her way around the store. She'd done this before with other guys, Rick figured.
His thoughts seemed confirmed when they were greeted by a salesman at the elevator. The guy looked like an upper-class Englishman, right out of the movies, and he began to show Rick all kinds of clothes, none of which he'd ever thought about wearing in his life! There were all kinds of dress-up suits and really expensive sport jackets. Rick had only seen clothes like them in movies too. Funny, he thought. He'd figured that Miss Tucker had wanted to use him as a real cowboy model. Funny how he'd been so insulted a few days ago when that stewardess had kept calling him "cowboy" and now he was counting more than ever on the look to get him work.
"A tuxedo for the gentleman?" the salesman asked.
Before Rick could get a word out of his mouth, Michelle had answered for him.
"Yes, of course," she'd said.
Rick nearly blew his top. What the hell was he going to need one of those monkey suits for. He couldn't take this kind of crap any more. He couldn't have a woman making all these decisions for him. This Michelle was eating him up! She'd no doubt want to be on top the minute they got into the sack!
"What do I need a tux for?" Rick asked. There was a hard edge to his voice.
Michelle smiled again. She certainly conveyed the impression that she was in control of the situation.
"You need it for dinner tonight, for one thing," she said.
That took Rick by surprise, all right. What the hell did Miss Tucker have in mind? He thought he'd just been invited for a meal, not some kind of banquet.
"What kind of underwear?" Michelle asked once more.
But she really didn't give him much of a chance to answer. She went right over to a rack of underwear and began to select some things for him. What the hell? She was picking out some really skimpy little pants that were really nothing more than glorified jockstraps. How the hell would he ever fit his huge Texas size dong into something like those? Why, come to think of it, maybe he just didn't want to wear any underpants at all!
They were just that much to take off when he was in a hurry to fuck! And he ought to let Michelle here know that, right now!
She made the mistake of bending down to pick something off a lower shelf. Rick caught a real flash of stockinged leg as the slit in her skirt opened wide. His cock nearly cut itself on the inside of the zipper of his jeans! Come on, Rick he told himself. He'd done it in weirder places than the sales floor of some department store. And he was probably going to damage his cock if he didn't let it off the leash soon. Rick looked around. He was a cat on the prowl. He was hungry for pussy. And the salesman was over on the other side of the floor somewhere. Rick grinned. Michelle had really let herself in for something by going around to the other side of that rack.
He followed her. She was still bent down there on the floor. He put a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to freeze. But she didn't even seem on the verge of screaming or anything. Rick figured that these New York City girls were used to this kind of thing!
Slowly, very slowly as if to somehow get the full benefit of his prowling fingers, Michelle began to get up.
Rick was frantic. His cock was crazy! He couldn't feel enough of her, even though she was still fully clothed!
He ran his hands over her tits, and then down to her ass! And what did she do? She picked up on it like he couldn't believe! The bitch wanted it!
Michelle ground her hips against the pole that was poking her from behind. This cowboy had quite a dong, all right. She'd seen that bulge in his pants the minute he walked into the office this afternoon. And she'd seen a lot of cocks in her time! This one, she'd known from the beginning she would have to have. Why, she'd even gone right to the ladies' room and fingered herself with a fantasy of what it would be like to have the cowboy's cock in her cunt. She'd been wet, so wet that the pussy juice had soaked right through her panties. She'd even smelled her own pussy while she was sitting there at the desk! So there'd been only one thing to do: get rid of her filthy stinking panties. Michelle smiled with delight as she did her obscene dance against Rick's cock. It wasn't the first time she'd lost her panties over something like this.
Rick was delighted. This was going to be a glorious fuck! He was out to more than his usual nine inches and this New York cunt was going to take it all, right here behind the men's underwear rack!
His hands were on her thighs now, rubbing, massaging, probing the buttons on the side of her skirt. He couldn't wait any longer. He was going to strip this bitch right here! And he was going to ram his nine inches so far up inside her she was going to feel him in the back of her throat. She was going to gush his cum right out of her mouth.
But what was this?
"Stick it in!" she breathed. "Come on! I want that dong of yours in my cunt!"
Rick stopped dead in his tracks. Was this bitch ahead of him? So, he hadn't taken her by surprise after all!
These New York women were something else! But who was he to disobey her command?
"Don't just stand there licking your lips, for goodness sake," she hissed. "I want to feel that pole of yours now! Here!"
Rick reacted as only he knew how. He whipped out his cock as fast as he could. She might have taken him by surprise, but his trusty old cock could never resist any opportunity. And he wasn't wearing any underpants! He was ready.
The huge dong leaped free of the restraining jeans and strove to cross the gap of a foot or so that separated their crotches. The engorged member almost made it. Rick just kind of stood his ground, watching his dong go about its business and send sensations back to him. And he was kind of fighting to hold his wad. The sperm had been bubbling hot in his balls since he'd set his eyes on Michelle, but that walk up Fifth Avenue had done a real number on him! He was going to have to employ all his cocksmanship on this case. He couldn't afford to have this bitch thinking that he was some kind of short hitter. Maybe he could go around twice with her right here behind the underwear?
The hungry bitch! She didn't give Rick much of a chance. Her fingers, those gorgeous hands that had excited him so much back in the office, they went right after his goodies! And just the sight of those long, red-painted nails massaging his cock was enough to make him explode! She was a professional at this handjob routine! Rick could tell that at her first touch. She was doing almost better on him than he did with his own hands! And he'd always thought of himself as the world's greatest jerkoff artist!
She was smiling that tantalizing smile of hers. She was daring him to blow his wad! Those fucking professional fingers of hers were caressing his cock with a master's touch. Up and down, around and around! Rick thought he was going to faint! The spasms, the sensations were almost too much to bear. Was he going to spray the men's department with a blast from his dong? Fluid was beginning to dribble from his cock now! And the cum wasn't far behind!
But he wanted to cum inside her! He'd vowed that to himself! He wanted to spray her pussy walls with his male jism! He wanted to give her insides a hot bath in his sperm! What was this she was doing to him? She was urging him to come inside her pussy, and she wouldn't let go of his cock!
Rick's penis wasn't used to being pushed around. It pulled itself back from her hands with a spasm that hadn't seemed to come from Rick's brain at all. He felt himself turning control over to his cock. This had happened before, and it was why he was such a good cocksman. A great cocksman! All he had to do now was relax and watch his dong go to work!
And work it did! It aimed itself right at that slit up the center of Michelle's skirt. The girl seemed so stunned she just stood there, as still as if she were a statue. Her eyes were wide. Her hands were spread apart, as if she wanted to catch something. Obviously, the poor girl didn't know the lightning moves of Rick's cock. He came on strong!
The cock split that slit and rammed into Michelle's crotch with stunning force. It all happened so quickly that even Rick was taken by surprise. And that wasn't all that surprised him! This chick wasn't wearing any panties! His dong's head had smacked right into the juice-slathered lips of her cunt! Was this bitch ever wet!
His cock could have been the size of a railroad car and it still would have fit! She was wet, and she was big.
She was taking him, all right. And he had a long way to go before he filled her up. But he was going to try his best!
The two of them danced around the underwear rack. They were coupled at the crotch now, and they seemed totally oblivious to where they were. They were too far gone to care! The only thing that mattered now was maximizing genital pleasure. And they were both pros at that!
Michelle thought this guy was the greatest living dildo she'd run into, at least since that South American cocksman she'd balled last week! She was not only getting off on his cock, she was putting an imprint of his every thrust, his every move on her brain. Miss Tucker would get a full report! And this cowboy seemed well on his way to a very high rating. Michelle stifled a scream. She was being lifted right off the floor by this guy's cock! She had impaled herself on him! She thought she was going to feel him in the back of her throat any second! He was going to choke her from behind! She was going to drown on the blast she knew was going to come at any moment! Already her pussy was firing away! She was cumming for all she was worth!
This guy's dong had swelled so much he was taking care of her clit and her vagina at the same time! The friction was tremendous! And she'd lubricated herself with a torrent of pussy juice! It was running down her thighs even now. The tops of her stockings were sopping it up!
Rick should have known a cunt like this would be so hot. She must be a real crazy fucker, all right. Not only did she wear no panties, she dressed up in an old-fashioned garter belt and real stockings, probably just to keep the access to her pussy! This chick probably had a hand in her cunt all the time when she didn't happen to have a cock in there. She was fucking voracious!
Rick was going crazy, mad with the shocks emanating from his cock. The damn thing was swelling, getting wider since it was extended as long as it could possibly be. The pressure of his sperm was bending it all out of shape! His foreskin was stretching, ballooning into a huge foreign body that was on its way to taking over Michelle's cunt and womb! How could he tell?
She was spewing out the whole story in such a stream of filthy talk as he'd never heard a woman utter in his life. This bitch knew every dirty word he'd learned in the Marines, and a few words he hadn't. This bitch must live for her cunt! Right now she was comparing him to other men, to women she'd fucked, to masturbation sessions she pulled on herself, even to dildos and vibrators! Rick almost couldn't believe what she was telling him! He was even getting off on this story. It was making him work all the harder in his desire to drill into her memory and indelible imprint of his mad cock!
Then the blast started to cum! Way back in his balls the sperm boiled over. The jism was so hot, Rick thought he could actually feel pain. His sensations were all so confused that he almost couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. That cock of his was a giant, sharp sword that was cutting both ways!
He couldn't contain the shout in his throat any more than Michelle could stop the gurgling noises coming out of her throat, and her cunt! Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Was she going to die right here on the end of his penis?
Rick was on the verge of collapse. He was spilling sperm into this woman at a rate which utterly terrified him.
How much cum was there in his balls, anyway? He jerked and he jerked and he didn't even have to work at it. His pelvis took its orders directly from his dong. And the old cock seemed in no mood to let up! He and Michelle were going to ball for hours! Forever!
"The tailor is ready for you now, sir."
The two entwined bodies were oblivious to the salesman's words. The poor fellow gasped. He should have known when that girl came in with this Westerner that such a thing was going to happen! In all his days, he'd never seen the likes of her in the nymphomaniac department. He thought she sometimes came into the store and hung around the men's department just to pick up rich young studs.
But he backed off discreetly. He really had no complaints. The pair was, after all, hidden rather well here behind the underpants rack. Anyway, the salesman had to hand it to this chick. The one time, the first time he'd brought up the subject or broached the idea of her fucking somewhere else, she'd bent over and given him a blowjob without batting an eye. It was the best he'd ever had, and besides, the amount of money she spent here outfitting her young men was an account he just couldn't do without.
CHAPTER TEN
Miriam Tucker sat in front of her dressing table in the bedroom of her townhouse. She looked at herself in the mirror mounted behind the perfume decanters that filled most of the little table. She had a large collection of perfumes, and many of them were very rare and expensive gifts from men all over the world. Of course, some were gifts from her women friends. Miriam smiled when she thought of her women friends.
They were particularly precious to her.
But right now Miriam was not altogether concerned with her friends, her collection, or even her looks, which were quite good. She was well into her forties now, but she looked nearly a decade younger. She was grateful for that, and it was important in her business, but there was something else that she felt was important, especially at moments like these: her pussy.
She was masturbating. Miriam was a compulsive masturbator. Every opportunity she had, whether at home or at the office, she slipped her hand into her crotch and began to diddle away at her clit, stuff her fingers up her vagina, or even play with an object from her immense collection of erotic devices. She had dildos from all over the world. And possibly every model of vibrator ever manufactured.
But right now, Miriam seemed content to clasp her clit bud between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. It seemed as pleasurable now as it did way back in her girlhood days in the little town of Appleton.
When she'd come to the conclusion that none of the boys in town could really give her any kind of sexual pleasure, she'd turned inward to explore and discover her own sexuality. She'd learned a lot. And when she'd left Appleton and come to New York, she'd found that she didn't need men at all, in fact she never had any desire for them. Miriam had found total fulfillment in the world of lesbianism.
That look, the look of contentment and passion appeared on her face now. Her practiced fingers were doing their usual good job of providing stimulus to her genitals. She was going to no doubt experience multiple orgasms before cocktails were served. Just a faint curiosity crossed her mind before it was swept away in a burst of lurid, thrilling sensation. Miriam tensed and relaxed at the same time. She sank back into her chair.
Her fingers slipped! She smiled a smile of satisfaction. That was testimony to how wet she could get herself!
And she loved it! Every bit of it! While most of her old classmates in Appleton were probably dry old biddies now, some of them, grandmothers, here she was, Miriam Tucker, slathering her cunt and getting off for the thousandth time! Hell, she'd long since lost count of the times she'd cum. She'd come so far from that damn little hick town. Why the hell did she even think about it from time to time? Here she was, not only jerking herself into oblivion, she was doing it in the bedroom of her own house in New York City and she owned one of the largest model agencies in the town! She was one successful dyke, all right!
There was a knock on the bedroom door. Miriam answered with a moan. That was all she was capable of right now. She was on the verge of blowing her pussy away. She was going to cum like she hadn't cum all day!
A second later Michelle was standing right behind her, watching her jerk off. Miriam watched the girl's face.
She looked eager and she looked hungry. Her assistant had a seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, any kind of sex! Miriam loved to give the girl pleasure, whether it was letting her watch while she masturbated, or participating in some lesbian sex.
"Would you like to finish what I've started here?" Miriam whispered.
Michelle didn't really have to be asked. She almost dove toward her boss' pussy and began to eat with ferocious energy. She was as good with her tongue as she was with her fingers. In fact, she was absolutely great with any part of her body that gave pleasure at all. And she positively adored Miss Tucker, and not just as a boss. The woman had the tastiest old dyke pussy she'd ever eaten in her young life, and she'd eaten quite a few. Michelle had had her initial lesbian experience long before puberty.
Michelle worked her mouth-magic on Miriam now. She lolled her boss' clit bud on the tip of her tongue. She gnawed. She pecked. She nipped. She heard the sweet music of Miriam moaning in ecstasy.
"You wonderful little dyke bitch, I love you!" Miriam whispered. "You bisexual nympho, I couldn't care less how many men you've balled, you have a fantastic tongue!"
Michelle liked to hear such things almost as much as she enjoyed Miriam telling her that she was getting a raise. Indeed, sometimes she was convinced this little extra duty helped her career no end. Not that she considered it much of a duty. She liked nothing better than to eat out another woman, though fucking with a man was pretty far up there on the scale.
Michelle slipped a hand down inside her skirt. She was going to get off from this, too. And she was so hot in her cunt, she wasn't even sure she needed to touch her clit in order to blast herself into a round of orgasms.
She was drinking Miriam right down! Did her boss ever spurt out the cunt juice! Why, Michelle was almost sloshing the stuff around in her throat!
Miriam was really squirming in her chair now! She held on to the arms for dear life, to keep herself on the planet. So wild were the blasts shooting up from her cunt she thought she was going to fly right up into the air. This little girl she'd hired as her assistant had a vibrator propelled tongue, the likes of which was exceedingly rare. Miriam thought she was going to scream. She was going to shout as though she'd been pounced upon by a gang of raging dyke cheerleaders! However the hell that would feel!
Michelle was a maniac! Her mouth was ripping at the clit and cunt of the lesbian in the chair. Her fingers were working a whole new game on her own clit and cunt. And she was still dripping sperm from the afternoon's encounter with Rick Dillman!
Miriam moaned.
Michelle slathered all over the older woman's crotch. The combination of saliva and pussy juice was beginning to run right down onto the carpet!
Finally, Miriam arched her back like a stricken cat and let out a scream. Words of protest formed somewhere in her throat, and she screamed at Michelle that she was cumming so much that she just couldn't take any more, that she was going to burn up her clit if she didn't stop.
Michelle knew that was only a signal to keep going. They'd done this before, many times, and they had it down to a kind of ritual. Michelle redoubled her pussy eating. Miriam remained however tenuously in that chair of hers. She was a woman being tortured, forced to suffer excruciatingly delightful pleasure. Her clitoris was caught and condemned to be tongued by this insurgent young dyke with a manic mouth. Now and again the little bud was gnawed between her teeth and Miriam would shout. But she loved it! As wonderful and horrible as it was, she loved every bit of it. And yes, she had once more lost count of the orgasms that shot out from her clitoris!
"Enough! Enough!" Miriam finally summoned the energy to blurt out the word, to plead for mercy from the darling lesbian who was eating her to death!
Michelle emerged from the cleft of her boss' crotch. Her face glistened with the juice of Miriam's pussy and pubic hairs trailed from her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled at the same time. And she kept her finger right there inside her pussy. The sight of her boss naked and with legs spread out wide before her was such an inspiration, a drive to even greater erotic achievement. Michelle just sat on the floor, in the very spot where she had sunk to commit cunnilingus upon the elder lesbian. She couldn't move. She was totally fixated.
"May I watch while you dress, please, Miriam?" Michelle asked.
Miriam smiled. She always enjoyed this little ritual. She was glad that her young assistant took so much pleasure in her body. It did wonders for her self-esteem.
"Of course you can, my darling," Miriam said. Then she bent down and planted a deep, lingering kiss on the young woman's luscious red lips.
Miriam looked at her watch. She had to hurry. Guests would be arriving shortly and she absolutely had to meet them downstairs for cocktails. This was a special evening to some degree. She was going to present her new client, as she preferred to say, to some of her old friends. This young man, Rick Dillman from Texas, should make something of an impression upon a certain few particular guests. Yes, she thought a boy from the West, with a certain roughness to his character, would be just what some of her friends were looking for in a young acquaintance.
Miriam perfumed her pussy and then she slipped into a pair of silk panties. Over them, she fastened a girdle.
She almost always wore a girdle. She liked the tight, restraining feeling of corsets and waist-cinches and old fashioned feminine undergarments. Miriam enjoyed wearing pants, but underneath, she really got off on traditional lingerie. Now, even as the garter straps attached to her girdle dangled down next to her shapely thighs, Miriam glanced over at her assistant. She smiled. Michelle was ensconced on the canopied bed and she was masturbating with both hands. Her eyes, of course, were fixated upon Miriam.
Miriam found a pair of rich, expensive black silk stockings in her dresser and pulled them on. As she hitched them up to her garter straps, she heard Michelle moaning in orgasm. She had to marvel at that young girl.
She seemed to have an insatiable appetite for sex, of any kind!
Miriam finished her dressing by slipping into a pair of black silk slacks and a scarlet Chinese tunic. A pair of high heeled patent leather sandals completed the ensemble, along with some well-chosen jewelry. Then she walked over to the bed and kissed Michelle once more.
"I hate to even mention business at this point, darling." Miriam said. "But will our friend Rick be on time for our little affair?'" Michelle mentioned that he would be a bit late. Something about last minute alterations on his new tuxedo.
Miriam recognized the look on her assistant's face. She knew that her young friend had indeed known the Texan in a carnal way. She inquired gently as to his sexual capacity.
Michelle didn't actually make a verbal reply. She didn't have to.
And Miriam knew right away that she had picked a real winner in Rick Dillman. She planted another kiss on Michelle's lips and went downstairs to join her arriving guests.
"There's a phone call for you, Miss Tucker," the maid announced as Miriam descended the stairs. "A young girl. She asked for her Aunt Miriam." Miriam stopped in her tracks. Could it be true? Her brother's daughter?
What in the world would ever make that girl want to contact her? But she went into her study to take the call.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Melanie replaced the phone on the hook. She was shaking. She'd just talked to her aunt. Really! And. the woman had invited her to come right to her home. Why, she even said to make sure to take a taxi and she would pay for it! What Melanie couldn't figure out was why she was shaking so much. It was just as if she'd stepped off the bus and had set foot in New York for the first time. She'd been shaking then too, but that had been almost four hours ago. She'd thought that by this time she'd be an old hand at getting along in the big city. Maybe it was just that it was beginning to dawn on her, the enormity of what she had done, that is. Even though she was still only in the bus terminal, life here was so... so different from back home in Appleton.
Her parents would probably be going out of their skulls by this time. Was she beginning to feel sorry for them? Melanie wasn't sure what she felt. She looked at herself in the glass of the phone booth door now.
She watched her reflection carefully. Her face came into focus. She wished she had a mirror. There was the ladies' room, of course, but it was hell in there. She'd been horrified at the filth and the women who seemed to be hanging out in there. No, she knew she wanted something else, something better. Her reflection told her that much. She had her looks, all right. There was no doubt about that. She was head and shoulders over any woman she'd seen in this bus terminal. She had to go ahead with her plan. There was no turning back. It was what she had always wanted and now she was here to fulfill the ambition. She took just one more gaze in the glass. That answered her question about her mother and father. Maybe, if she felt like it, she'd send them a note telling them that she was all right. If she didn't feel like it, well, they'd see her picture in a magazine sooner or later.
Melanie uncurled her statuesque frame from the telephone booth and walked across the terminal waiting room. There were whistles. She heard obscene comments from some of the men on the waiting room benches. She loved it! She couldn't deny it. The things that bothered other girls so much turned her on! She felt so great just thinking that these guys in this ugly bus depot thought she was a piece of ass. She walked out into the street and flagged down a taxicab. She wasn't shaking any more. She was excited, and confident!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The cab ride seemed to take an awfully long time. Melanie kept one eye looking out the window as the sights of New York passed by. The scene seemed to change every few blocks. From the kind of rundown area near the bus terminal, they'd gone to a really classy area of shops and department stores. She couldn't believe the clothes displayed in the windows of the places. She really was here in New York.
Those clothes really did look like the ones she'd seen in all those fashion magazines! She'd be wearing them soon. She would! She'd promised herself!
The cab drove on to a neighborhood of great big apartment houses. They looked like homes for the rich to Melanie. Uniformed doormen stood outside, helping people in and out of limousines and taxis. She'd never seen anything like it.
She'd never seen anything quite like the driver of this taxicab, except in that movie about discotheques that she and a couple of her girl friends had driven all the way to Buffalo to see. This driver guy sure looked like he could dance the night away. What a great looking guy. He was dark and slim and handsome, so unlike any of those fat farmer's sons she'd gone to school with back in Appleton. This fellow sure didn't say much, either, but when he spoke it sounded so different, like he knew what he was talking about. He didn't make a fool of himself, or stutter like those footballers in Appleton who seemed so awkward in the mere presence of a woman. She couldn't take her eyes off him now. And then the question somehow popped into her mind.
Well, not necessarily into her mind, Melanie knew. She was getting wet! Right down there between her legs.
This tough New York taxi driver was doing it to her! Already her pussy juice was on its way to soaking through the new pair of pantyhose she'd just bought. She'd had to replace the ones she'd ripped and soaked by masturbating back there on the bus. She hadn't thrown them away, they'd be so good to smell, to bury her face in the wickedly scented crotch from time to time. She loved the sweet smell of her own pussy so much. It made her wet' all over when she got a whiff of it!
Was this taxi driver going to whiff the juice flowing out of her cunt. This guy had probably balled dozens of chicks in his life! She'd probably fall for him, throw herself on his cock the minute he made a move. That's how excited she was. That's how much she thought he looked like a man who could give real pleasure to women. He'd know what to do with that weapon between his legs, all right. If he'd caused her to soak her panty stockings like this and he hadn't even laid a hand on her, imagine what he could do if they met in the sack. Melanie gasped. This guy was only a cab driver! What about the real cocksmen in this city? They'd drive her up a wall, wouldn't they?
The guy at the wheel hadn't made a move, but the cab certainly had. They were driving slowly through a residential neighborhood now, an area of quiet streets that seemed lined with really ritzy-looking houses.
The driver seemed to be looking for the address that Melanie had given him. Could her aunt live in a neighborhood like this? Was she rich or something. Melanie hadn't the faintest idea what she did for a living, only that her father thought it was something horrible. Maybe her aunt wasn't so bad, though. She had thought to send the family a Christmas card last year. That's how Melanie had found out where she lived; and she'd copied the return address!
The cab pulled over to the curb. Melanie discovered she was shaking again. She tried to control it. But she just didn't know what was in store.
"I'll be right back with the fare," she said to the cab driver as bravely as she could. She really had almost no money left and her aunt had promised to pay the price of the cab. That's what she'd said on the phone, hadn't she?
The driver gave her a really dirty look. Melanie put on the face that she knew could get a boy to do anything she wanted. Then she kind of wiggled her hips and let her skirt ride up as she got out of the cab. She knew she'd shown off the panty line of her pantyhose to the driver. He seemed to get off ever so little and calm down, at least as far as his protest about the fare.
So, her magic worked here! New York boys were slaves to their cocks just like the guys in Appleton!
Melanie rushed up the stairs to the front door of the townhouse and rang the doorbell. A maid answered in a flash.
"I'm Melanie. Melanie Tucker," she gasped.
The maid gave her the once-over just like any horny guy checking out her body.
"Yes, of course," the maid replied in a very quiet voice. "Why don't you step inside please. I shall take care of the taxi fare."
Melanie managed to thank the woman. She couldn't believe it. Her aunt had a maid! And one just like those maids in the movies!
The instant Melanie set foot in the hall of the house she could tell that her aunt was loaded with money. As if the maid hadn't tipped her off! But this place looked like some kind of art museum. She'd never seen anything like it before! And she'd arrived while some kind of party was going on. There were murmuring voices drifting in from the next room and she could hear the clink of cocktail glasses and the sound of soft piano music. Was she shaking? She thought so. But she had to control herself. She had to pull herself together. There was a mirror on one wall. Melanie frantically tried to make some sense out of the tangle of her hair. At least, she thought it was tangled. And were those some wrinkles in her nylon stockings? She tried to adjust the waistband of her pantyhose without taking off her skirt. Damn, if only she hadn't jerked off on the bus she'd still have stockings that fit properly. Now, for this important meeting she had to make do with some cheap-looking stockings she'd bought in the bus terminal. And her pussy! Could she smell it now?
She'd really drooled over that crazy cab driver. She sniffed. There didn't seem to be any scent of her pussy juice in the air, even though she was still flowing a river between her legs.
The maid brushed past and went into the room where the party was going on.
Melanie took a deep breath.
Then a woman came out. She was very tall and blonde. She was dressed in dark slacks and a fantastic rich-looking scarlet tunic. She was smiling and yes, she did look something quite like Melanie's father!
"You must be my niece, dear," the woman told her. "How wonderful to have you delivered to me like this!"
Melanie saw a twinkle in the woman's eyes just as she felt outstretched arms engulf her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Miriam couldn't believe the sight in front of her eyes. Or her great good luck. To have such a beautiful young woman call her up and announce out of nowhere that she was her long lost niece was more than she could have thought possible. And this girl certainly was material for her to work with! Why, if she'd simply walked into the office some day and asked for a job, Miriam probably would have given it to her.
And there was that other thing, of course. Miriam's pussy, always on the lookout for darling young things, was absolutely drooling over this material. Was she possibly inclined to swing over to woman to woman love, or would she need some convincing? Miriam was surely going to work on her. But first she had to find out a few things. What, for example had brought the daughter of her asshole brother to her doorstep? And what in the world did she expect of her Aunt Miriam? Nobody, but nobody, ever came to Miriam Tucker's door without planning to get something for himself. Miriam had learned that the hard way.
"Stand back, darling, and let me have another look at you," Miriam said to her niece. She so wanted to feast her eyes on the tender young piece.
Melanie obliged. Miriam figured that she would, of course. They all did. Her eyes gazed over the girl from head to toe. She'd need a lot of work. The clothes were almost all wrong. Miriam could tell that her niece had pored over fashion magazines, all right. But her clothes were still quite cheap and not all that well coordinated. And then there was the makeup and hairstyle to be redone. Not much problem there. The girl certainly had the potential. The real question was how long it would take Miriam to get her tongue into the kid's luscious cunt. To get her finger up her pretty little asshole. To feel her tits. And to get her to kneel between her own legs and suck! Eat! And make her cum!
"You and I have an awful lot to talk about, my darling," Miriam said. "Why don't we go upstairs to my study for a while. I'll have the maid send up some drinks if you like. And of course, I'm sure you'll want to take a bath and change clothes. You must have had an exhausting trip."
Melanie thanked her aunt. This was more than she had ever hoped for. To think she was going to actually stay in this wonderful house! If only her friends back in Appleton could see her now!
Miriam led the girl upstairs. Actually, she followed her niece as she walked to a room. She just couldn't take her eyes off that fantastic ass on the girl. Or her tits. Or her legs. She hoped to hell that Michelle wasn't going to get jealous.
Melanie glimpsed the party as she ascended the staircase. She didn't want to take her eyes off the sight. It sure looked like something she'd seen in a movie. There were handsome men in tuxedos and women in long dresses. And those women were just like the ones she wanted to look like: so well dressed and made up. How would she ever learn? Could her aunt teach her? Would she? She'd sure seemed nice enough.
She really seemed to be going out of her way right now for her, leaving the party and all just to come upstairs and make her comfortable. She could have had the maid do it.
It was all too much. First she'd been shaking back there in the bus station! Then she'd called this woman who'd turned out to be incredibly rich and everything. She was having a formal party in her house and it wasn't even a holiday. It wasn't even a weekend! And now she, little old Melanie Tucker, was being taken under the wing of this woman, or so it seemed. What in the world could happen to her next? Melanie recalled her pussy. It was still wet. Too bad about that cab driver. He'd sure looked like a good prospect. But then again this was New York City and there were sure to be plenty of opportunities for her to exercise the muscles of her vagina. She couldn't wait!
Melanie felt her aunt's hand on her shoulder as she was ushered into a bedroom.
"This will be yours, my darling," the woman said. "Now make yourself comfortable and let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam," Melanie replied. She leaned over to kiss her aunt on the cheek, but the-woman presented her lips to be kissed instead. Melanie was surprised that she found her aunt's lips lingering on her own. It was almost like a boy's kiss, except that it was much more tender. She also expected the woman to go back downstairs now to rejoin the party, but she made no move.
Miriam's pussy had sprung to life the minute she'd set eyes on her niece, but after that kiss it was positively gushing with juice. Her lovely silk panties were well on their way to being soaked through. No doubt she'd have to go back to her dressing room and change her lingerie before the evening was over. Maybe she could ask Melanie here for some assistance. After all, as part of her training the girl ought to learn the proper way of lacing up a corset. What was this? Was darling Melanie too embarrassed to shed her clothes in front of old Aunt Miriam?
"Don't mind me, Melanie," she instructed. "Go right ahead and undress. I just have to look at you. I just have to feast my eyes on your beauty."
This gorgeous, stylish woman had said that to. her? She'd heard the lady all right, hadn't she? Melanie's head was swimming. This was almost too good to be true! But did her aunt really want her to take off her clothes in front of her? Melanie watched the woman. She certainly didn't seem to be about to leave the room. But she wasn't about to attack her, either.
"Come on now, Melanie darling," Miriam said. "You don't have to be bashful with me. Do you happen to know what I do for a living?"
Melanie admitted that she didn't know.
Miriam explained. And as she did so, she watched her niece's reaction. The poor darling's jaw practically dropped to her knees when she mentioned that she might make a good model. Melanie couldn't even say a word in reply. And somehow Miriam knew that she had touched the chord, that her young niece had come all this way from Appleton to pursue the very career that she was capable of providing. It was more than a coincidence! It was a miracle!
And yes, Melanie's skirt did drop to the floor. Her blouse was undone and cast onto the bed. Miriam smiled when she noticed the stain of pussy juice in the crotch of Melanie's pantyhose. Her niece was sexed, all right. She wondered what the stimulus had been for that particular gusher. A man? A woman was probably too much to hope for at this stage of the girl's life. After all, she had just arrived from Appleton.
"What beautiful breasts you have, Melanie darling," Miriam said as she reached out to touch her nieces tits.
Melanie cooed at the contact. No woman had ever touched her like this before. Up till now, she had only played with her nipples herself. But her aunt's caress was so gentle, so loving! And the sensations were the same, so thrilling and arousing. Why, they shot all the way down to between her legs. What was this woman doing to her? Was her pussy juice flowing again? She was wet once more! And she hadn't been thinking about men at all! She'd only been telling herself how wonderful her aunt was for treating her like this. And now she was getting so excited! So aroused by a woman, and such a beauty. Aunt Miriam possessed striking good looks for a woman her age. And Melanie knew that the Tucker family resemblance was there.
It existed between her and this woman, her aunt. This darling, charming lady! She'd never been made to feel like this by any woman before! Or by any man!
Miriam couldn't help herself. She was practically panting with desire for this ripe young thing. She wanted so much to have her for herself, at least once before the crazy dicks and dykes in this town got into her pants!
She'd never been so up front about making advances to another woman before, at least one who wasn't openly lesbian. But she felt that she had this beauty in her power. That she was still very impressionable.
That she might just be so intrigued with the idea of lesbian contact that she would consent.
Miriam had a hand on each of Melanie's tits now. She was caressing them gently yet firmly, making them over, it seemed in her own mold. The blossoming breasts were firm and tender at the same time, and the little buds of their nipples were becoming more erect every second. Miriam could tell from the look on her niece's face that she had succumbed, that she had passed the point of curiosity to a state of enjoyment. The girl probably diddled herself this way all the time. So far, so good. But Miriam was lubricating her pussy at a furious rate. This session of lesbian intercourse was going to have to turn out to be something more than a little tit-fondling. She wanted pussy! Prime young cunt was what Miriam had to have! And an old dyke couldn't get much of that in a city like New York!
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Miriam asked in a low voice.
Melanie shook her head. Make love to a woman! The thought shot through her head. Female homosexuality! Lesbianism! Was this all for real? Was this aunt of hers real? Or was she living in some kind of dream? But then there were those wanton, lovely, lascivious sensations shooting out from her breasts to every part of her body. And her pussy! It already felt as though she'd been fingering herself. And she hadn't so much as put a hand down near her cunt!
Miriam began to whisper other things into the ear of her niece, wonderfully charming words about how beautiful she was, how sensual she was to the touch. And all the while she kept up her caresses, her kisses.
She lulled this young beauty. She calmed her even as she aroused her. She strained to catch a glimpse of her glistening blonde pubic bush.
"A woman lover can be so much more gentle than a man," Miriam whispered. "A woman knows how to give another woman real pleasure. Only a woman can know what places in a woman's body are the most sensitive, the most sexual. And only a woman cares enough to give another woman real pleasure."
A wave of anger joined the wonderful sensations flooding into Melanie's consciousness. But the anger was not directed at her aunt. Melanie was mad at those crude, disgusting boys back on the Appleton football team. What they had tried to do to her body! How they had used her only as a tool for their own pleasure!
Sure, they'd told her how beautiful she was, and then they'd go right in and just dump a load of their cum in her cunt!
Melanie sighed with pleasure. Her aunt was showing her things, feeling her breasts with more sensitivity than even she had achieved in her hours of self-stimulation. Of course she was wetting her pussy over her aunt. How could she help it? And why should she be ashamed of it? Didn't everyone here in New York strive to attain pleasure any way they could? She hadn't arrived here a moment too soon.
"Will you teach me about my pussy, Aunt Miriam?" Melanie cried. "Will you show me how to get real pleasure?"
"Of course, my darling," Miriam answered. She nearly keeled over as well. This seduction had been almost too easy. This younger generation was really something else. To think of all the trouble she'd had to go to just to snag some old dyke queens when she'd first come to New York! Here was a genuine invitation!
Miriam reached one of her exquisitely manicured fingers right down to Melanie's crotch. She was really well practiced and knew exactly where to place the finger.
Melanie jumped in her aunt's embrace. Her clitoris! Her aunt had put her finger right on the little bud! She felt she was about to blast off! Nothing like this had ever happened so fast! Spasms drowned any other feelings she had in her crotch. She couldn't even feel the gush of her pussy juice any longer. It was all dissolving in a strange warmth, a kind of fire that she had never even thought possible. This woman seemed to know more about her pussy than she did.
Miriam knew she had a slave in her arms now, a slave of love who was going to be treated with tender, loving care, whose femaleness was going to reach fruition under her tutelage. And she was going to love so much every moment of instructing this beauty in the arts of lesbian love, as much as she was going to love redoing her in her own image. And she was going to start tonight!
Miriam knelt down and put her face to her niece's crotch. She kept working away at the girl's clitoris with her fingers even as she breathed deeply the scent emanating from her cunt. Then, she moved closer to plant a deep, lingering kiss on the vagina.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rick Dillman had never worn a tuxedo before. But it took him only one glance in the mirror to decide that he looked like a million bucks. And the martini glass in his hand sure added a lot of class. Was it ever a step up from swilling beer from a can!
Rick looked around. This party sure was something else! This Miss Tucker really had style. And it looked as though every one of her guests really did have a million bucks - or more. Just the jewels dangling around the necks of the women in this place were enough to give a guy a hardon.
Not that Rick didn't have a hardon. He was glad the tuxedo pants weren't cut too tightly. He had nine inches up already and he wasn't sure where it was going to stop. The only problem with these women was that he probably wouldn't be able to fuck them all. But he was going to give it a try!
He was standing next to a mirror, but he took his eyes off himself to watch as a dark, tall women ranged up to him. A flash of stockinged legs appeared from a slit on the side of her skirt. A diamond dangled from a black ribbon round her neck. At least he thought it was a diamond. Rick couldn't imagine that any chick in this place would be wearing a fake anything. And she seemed to have a couple more on her fingers. Rick wondered how much her pussy was worth. If it was anything like the hair on her head, that pubic bush should be nice and dark and silky. Just the way he liked them! He had to laugh. Didn't he like them every way?
She introduced herself.
Rick told her his name.
She mentioned something about his not coming from New York. She could tell by the way he talked. But she didn't seem to have much interest in pursuing the conversation. She had her eyes on Rick's crotch. He looked down. Sure enough. The old banger down there had set its head to the task. These pants might be pretty loose, but it was showing off just the same. He'd even popped that sexy French Men's bikini that Michelle had picked out for him this afternoon.
"Will you get me another drink?" the woman asked.
"Sure," Rick answered. He began to walk to the bar. She followed.
"Not that way," she said. "This way." She was pointing in the other direction.
Rick didn't know exactly what she had in' mind, but he was more than willing to do anything a woman like this asked of him. And before he knew it, he and the woman were alone together in a tiny sitting room off the entrance hall.
She locked the door and perched herself on a small upholstered stool.
Rick watched. His cock waited. He kind of figured out what was going to happen. His instincts never failed him at times like this.
Sure enough, in another second she had that slit skirt of hers spread apart and her legs stretched out.
"Eat my pussy!" she ordered.
Rick didn't need an order. He dove in. His tongue was hanging out, ready to vibrate this bitch into such orgasms she'd pass out. He set his cocktail down, knelt in front of her and grabbed her by her knees. She was ready for him, of course. These New York nymphos were something else! This one was spurting enough pussy juice to drown a less experienced cocksman. And her crotch was clean shaven and perfumed, and just for good measure, she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. For better access, Rick thought. The cunt wouldn't want to rip any tights or pantyhose when she got horny and had to get out of them fast.
He laid himself to the task at hand with gusto. In no time, his tongue was doing a number on her clit, and worming its way far up into her vaginal passage. He could hear her sighing and moaning and she was practically tearing his hair out, trying to hold onto him. He was eating her out Texas style, and she was loving every bit of it! Some New York fairy couldn't do it half as well! For good measure, Rick unzipped his pants and whipped his cock out. He began pounding his meat with a passion. He was in the middle of a sex fantasy and he wanted to take full advantage of it.
The bitch started to cum in no time. She began to flail her arms and her legs and Rick had to hold her down to the chair by his mouth alone. She was a wild one! She knew it, too. She had her hands pressed tightly over her mouth to stifle the screams. How considerate, Rick thought. But he pressed his tongue attack, daring her to keep quiet even as she passed the point where he knew she was achieving multiple orgasms.
She finally collapsed. Well, sort of. Rick figured you couldn't keep a piece of ass down like this for long, and he was right. No sooner had she recovered than she was sitting up straight, looking fresh as ever. She took a sip of the champagne she'd brought in with her.
"I want to blow you," she said, in a voice as serious as ever.
It was an offer Rick wouldn't have dreamed of refusing, and a second later all nine inches plus of his rock hard dong were buried between her full red lips. She took all of him! Right up to the hilt! And she sucked with such force he thought every bit of him was going to vanish down that gaping mouth of hers. This bitch must have invented fellatio.
Rick's cock was caught in a sucking machine! This cunt had really turned the tables on him, all right. It was his turn to be killed with too much pleasure. He was floating somewhere near the ceiling, tethered only by the tenuous connection of his cock to the planet earth.
Rick wanted to scream. His balls were working up to a monumental blast! He was going to drown this piece of ass! He was going to shoot so much cum into her she'd be shooting it out of her ears, her cunt, her asshole!
She took her fingers and started to diddle his cock and balls even as she held the dong in her mouth.. She wasn't letting anything out of her control! She must come from Texas, Rick thought. This was a tremendous blowjob he was getting!
But he didn't have much energy left to think with. This cunt was sucking the very life force out of him, right through the tip of his cock! Then his pelvis jerked. And jerked again! Rick knew the first round was over. He was too far gone to control himself now. The sperm gate had burst and he was running a torrent right down his cock. It was hot! White! Wicked! And even in his state of half-consciousness, he could see the bitch flinch as the blast hit her right in the back of the throat. Then there was another blast! Then a third!
But she was fantastic! She was taking him! She jerked her head in time to his cock! The two of them were doing a dance together. And did he ever love it!
When she'd finally drunk her fill and he'd shot the last of his wad for the time being, she drew back from his cock. The thing was still quite rigid and she gazed at it lovingly and with appreciation.
"You were delicious," she observed. "That cum of yours is better than this champagne." But that didn't stop her from taking another sip to wash him down.
Rick just sat still for a moment trying to recuperate. This woman had sucked him nearly to death! But his nine inches were still there, a little drained, maybe, but cocksman that he was, Rick figured he'd be ready for another go round before too long.
There was a knock at the door. The woman smiled before getting up to answer it.
Rick nearly did die now. There was a stunning redhead at the door, and she was coming his way! She was wearing a white silk shirt and black velvet pants. Or rather she was taking them off! A gold buckle came undone and the pants fell to the floor.
Why, Rick asked himself, would such a piece of ass ever keep such beautiful legs under wraps. Panty stockings covered them too, but they were coming off quickly. A flaming red bush leaped out at him. And it was glistening with pussy juice. Rick knew this cunt was ready for him. He had to get ready for her. He smacked his lips. He looked at his cock. He knew he was up to the task!
Michelle desperately needed a penis, or a pussy. Even a dildo would do right now, she thought. It was just that she didn't think her fingers could hold out much longer. They'd been flailing away at her cunt for such a long time. And she'd lost count of the times she'd cum. But she wanted to cum even more! Just the sight of Rick doing numbers on all those women was driving her crazy. She'd never considered herself much of a voyeur before, but sitting here at the little peephole and looking into the tiny sitting room was sure turning her into one.
She was struggling to keep quiet too. But even if she began to shout and moan, she was certain that the cries of the women being balled by Rick Dillman might just drown her out. That guy was a cocksman of the highest order. She had to laugh. Miss Tucker, her boss, really knew how to pick them and she never indulged in cock herself. That woman must really have an eye for something as far as men were concerned, though.
Michelle took some consolation in the fact that she'd balled Rick this afternoon in that store. But she wanted him again! She have to break into the lineup somehow! She just had to!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Melanie was taking a bath now, in the most luxurious bathroom she'd ever seen. It was even more elegant than the one with the sunken bathtub that the doctor's daughter had back in Appleton. And here she was surrounded by an ocean of bubbles.
Miriam looked on. She washed her niece's back with a huge soft sponge and she massaged the girl's neck with her fingers. She'd just put away the water jet after making the girl cum. She sighed. There was so much to teach this girl and so little time in which to do it. Once those men and women downstairs got onto the fact that there was a piece of ass like Melanie newly arrived in town, then it would be all over. The poor girl would have no peace. They'd do their best to wear out her clitoris, her vagina, her anus, any organ or orifice that provided any pleasure at all.
At least, Miriam thought, she'd been able to give her niece a couple of beautiful orgasms: one with her tongue, another with the water jet. Tomorrow she'd introduce the girl to anal penetration, gently at first, with a well-greased enema. But now it was time to get her ready for joining the party downstairs.
Miriam helped Melanie out of the bath and began to dry her with a huge soft towel. Gently, she caressed her breasts once more, and took care to see that her ass cheeks were powdered. Then she offered some perfume to the young girl and suggested she scent her pubic bush. She seemed eager to obey.
A careful selection of clothing followed. Melanie's clothing would have to go, her aunt had decided. Thank goodness Michelle was about the same size. Her wardrobe would have to do until a shopping trip could be arranged.
Melanie was stunned and fascinated by the garments her aunt provided her. Real silk underwear! Panties and a brassiere that must have been incredibly expensive. And a garter belt of real lace. She thought that was kind of funny, until her aunt assured her that it was not only more comfortable and feminine, but it was the New York fashion as well. And she offered her real silk stockings with seams up the back! A lush and soft silk dress completed the outfit, along with a pair of shoes with heels so high Melanie thought at first she was going to fall over. But she knew that mastering little things like this would help her so much to make a career here in New York.
Miriam applied makeup discreetly to her niece's face. The girl must look natural and inviting, she had decided. She must bring with her the goodness, the freshness which the countryside imparted.
And when she was finished, Miriam stepped back to look at her creation. Her pussy drooled over her niece.
She had in fact cum. Melanie had played with her clitoris with her fingers after she had eaten the girl's pussy and though the handjob had been somewhat amateurish, it had been so sincere and loving that Miriam had actually blasted herself into an orgasm.
Miriam planted a final, loving, lingering kiss on the beauty's mouth and then the two of them went out to join the party.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Miriam asked. "No," Michelle gasped. "But I do like variety. You know, mouths, penises, vibrators, and other people's fingers."
Michelle didn't take her fingers out of her pussy for even a second. She knew her boss loved to watch her masturbate.
"He's working on his sixth. He's one of the best I've ever seen. He's fucking and sucking like a mad man.
And the women are in pretty good form this evening too. They're giving a lot of blowjobs."
She strained at the tiny viewing area. A statuesque older woman was astride Rick Dillman's face She was having the hell eaten out of her and she was screaming her head off.
"Have they all signed their chits?" Miriam asked.
"Yes," Michelle answered. "He's with the Senator's wife now."
"Watch her," Miriam instructed. "She owes us an awful lot and I want to make sure we collect. You carry on here. I'm going out to introduce our new client, my niece, to some of the guests. And I want you to know I borrowed some of your clothes for her. She arrived quite out of the blue. And she's quite beautiful. I'm sure you'll want to meet her soon."
Michelle felt a twinge of jealousy already and she. hadn't even laid eyes on the girl. She was going to want to do more than just meet her if she was any kind of beauty at all! And she was going to have to be careful of her position in Miss Tucker's organization. Michelle didn't want any bitch horning in on her. But right now she was too horny herself to worry much about the new girl in town. She was jacking off like crazy, working at her clit with her eyes on Rod Dillman's dick. Every once in a while some guy came along who swept her off her feet. And Rod was that guy, for now anyway. The way they'd balled back in the store this afternoon had been a real get off!
Miriam had taken her niece in tow and was introducing her to a number of the male guests. They were all unfailingly polite and solicitous of the young woman, and each man in turn cast a look of longing Miriam's way after the introduction.
Melanie thought she was on another planet. All the attention she was getting! It was as though she'd somehow just landed from outer space. And the atmosphere she was breathing, drinking in, was all so new to her. She was truly in a different world, but a comforting one where all her dreams seemed about to come true. And she had fallen into the arms of a wonderful woman, her aunt, who seemed to love her so much, who seemed to want to care for her and teach her. She'd already given her a lesson in love upstairs there in the bedroom and then again in the bath.
Melanie breathed deeply. Her pussy was drooling again! She knew it! It wasn't just the feel of real silk and lace on her thighs and in her crotch! It was her aunt! It was all these well-dressed men and women who knew everything there was to know about the arts of love and from whom she would learn. She wanted them to take her now! She wanted to feel their penises, their pussies. She wanted to use her fingers and her tongue and her cunt to give them pleasure as well, to make them realize somehow that she was a real contender among them. That she was one of them!
Melanie felt her crotch was on fire now. The cooling perfume and silk that Miriam had swathed her genitals in was beginning to wear off, burned away by the fires of lust. A weird mixture of anger and passion began to make itself felt in Melanie's consciousness. Anger that she had been deprived of this life for so long.
Passion and determination to make up for that deprivation. She looked around the room. The men and the women enticed her. Melanie knew she wasn't going to wait any longer. What her aunt had done to her upstairs had only been the beginning. She stared to think in obscene phrases. Vulgar words, bathroom words streamed through her mind. Her dress became very, very warm and heavy, stifling in fact. She wished so much to take it off, tossed her clothes and show this assemblage her beautiful body.
And then she saw him. He was beautiful. He came from another room and he was zipping up his fly as he walked. But there was a bulge in his pants still. Melanie thought: there's a man who knows how to use his thing. She became fixated upon his crotch. He still had plenty left to give, she decided.
Their eyes seemed to meet in the crowd. She had to have him, she knew. Suddenly there was no more noise in the room. The voices, the music, the clink of cocktail glasses. It all ceased to exist for her. She walked toward the man. One foot in front of the other. There was a slit in the side of her skirt and she made sure that the guy caught a glimpse of her stockinged leg. There was no problem.
"What's your name?" she asked him.
"Rod," he answered.
An age old instinct told her what to do next. She held out the wine glass her aunt had given her.
"Would you mind getting me a refill?" she asked, in her most seductive voice.
The man stood stark still for a second.
"Sure," he answered. He seemed to head over toward the bar.
"This way," she directed. Melanie assumed she could take him up to that bedroom where she was supposed to spend the night. Hell, she damn well was going to take him there.
She ascended the stairs, sniffing the air for a trace of the scent of her pussy. She felt the juice had dribbled all the way down to the tops of her stockings by now. And she loved it! Every bit of it! If all of Appleton could see her now!
Melanie glanced over her shoulder. Rod was right behind her. Soon he would be inside her.
Aunt Miriam stood at the foot of the stairs. Melanie could see that she was smiling.
Michelle rushed up to Miriam Tucker. She had to speak to the boss. She pulled her pussy-pungent fingers from her mouth.
"Are you going to let that happen?" she asked Miriam. "What about the paying customers?"
Miriam just turned to her assistant. She was as calm as could be. In fact, she was pleased. She had made two great discoveries today. The investment would return itself in a short enough time. Just because two of her "employees" were going to enjoy themselves for one evening wouldn't ruin her business, despite what her zealous, and jealous assistant might think.
Of course, Miriam was a real businesswoman. She knew very well that she had to keep her workers happy.
She gave Michelle the look she always wore before they engaged in a session of lesbian love.
"Let them have their own way for one night, darling," Miriam said. "After all, they do seem to be made for each other."
Then she put a hand on Michelle's breast and led her upstairs to fuck.
EPILOGUE Michelle never found a substitute for or a successor to Rick Dillman. She never looked for one, and casual drop-in studs had little appeal for her.
Her fortune grew, and she shared it with Rick. He drove the best and the latest sports cars, and wore the latest fashion clothes. It was a far cry from the poverty of his Texas childhood.
What the hell, Rick philosophized, what's the difference between being born with money, or being born with a big dong and the stamina and expertise to use it to get your share of worldly goods?
