The epitome of sex, according to some people, is that performed with a relative. It's not necessarily that there is a sexual affinity between relatives so much as there is proximity... knowledge... understanding.
Even wives and husbands, after years of marriage, may still be strangers to each other in and out of the marriage bed. Children raised together are responsive to each other in a way only possible between people who have the same general backgrounds and outlook on life.
It is not unusual, either, for mothers and sons or husband and daughters to form sexual liaisons--and for the same reason. They are closer together than two strangers who discover each other through marriage.
This novel dwells on the sexual escapades of a young girl who uses her sex to pursue her goals. But it is also a comment on the sexual relationships between family members. Barbara's brother is as facile in penetrating her sexual defenses as he is in penetrating their mother's.
Part of this story is that of the entanglement of the boy in both his mother's and his sister's sex lives. And part of the lesson to be learned in reading this type of book is why this is so. It is a lesson of value for everybody to learn.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Barbara Gilbert felt beads of perspiration forming on her brow as the summer sun baked the sidewalks beneath her feet. It hadn't taken New York long to beat her into the ground. She smiled to herself, thinking how much the city had changed her in three short months. She could still remember how exciting her first view of that famous skyline was.
But now that seemed a million years in the past. Barbara wasn't a small town girl anymore, and she had the bruises to prove it. The big city had stripped away everything except her ambition, her drive to make it.
Barbara had learned the score quickly. She was twenty-two, beautiful, talented and the hottest little actress Ellenville Kansas ever turned out. In other words, she was a nobody. She knew that she had talent, but without a reputation or any friends in the business, she couldn't even get through the front door of a legitimate producer.
And she was broke. The money Barbara had brought from home was gone, and she was no closer to work than the day she stepped off the plane at Kennedy.
That morning had been no different than the morning before. She had been to two open auditions. It wasn't hard to figure out why those auditions were known as cattle calls. Twenty or thirty unknown actresses would be herded into a large rehearsal hall. Then, one by one, they would be led into a smaller room with three or four men seated behind a long table.
Barbara hated those auditions. She would have to stand in front of them like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. And after all that, one of the guys' girlfriends would end up getting the job. More than once she found herself fighting back the tears of frustration filling her soft blue eyes as she headed back to her studio apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
Unlocking the front door to her place, Barbara stepped inside and was glad she'd left the air-conditioner on. Kicking her shoes off, she flopped down on the sofa she'd bought her second day in New York. The smooth leather felt cool beneath her, but after three months of pounding the streets looking for work, she regretted spending her money on costly furniture.
After relaxing for a few moments, Barbara dragged herself to her feet and headed for the bar against the wall. She poured herself a stiff drink and swallowed it down in two quick gulps. The amber liquid burned her throat as she waited for the warming effect she knew the alcohol would produce in the pit of her stomach. She was becoming vaguely concerned about her increasing use of alcohol, but put those thoughts out of her mind as she fixed herself another drink.
Holding her glass, she sauntered over to the full length mirror on the back of one of her closet doors. She was already feeling the effect of the alcohol on her brain as she stood in front of the polished glass. Her eyes slowly roamed over the reflection in the mirror.
Objectively looking at herself in the mirror, Barbara knew that she was a good-looking woman. Sexy, yet innocent at the same time. She admired the silken strands of her blonde hair, glimmering in the sunlight streaming through the unshaded window, as it fell softly around her smooth shoulders. The features of her face were pretty in a clean, wholesome way, though perhaps not as exquisitely beautiful as the models in the fashion magazines she often read. But she had to admit that her eyes were stunning--large, limpid pools of soft blue. As a matter of fact, they were easily the most striking feature of her face.
Lowering her gaze, Barbara lingered on the fullness of her breasts. She could see the hardness of her nipples outlined against the soft material of the dark brown sweater she was wearing. She didn't have an ounce of fat around her tight waist, which flowed into the fullness of her firm hips.
The slacks Barbara wore were carefully tailored to show off the rounded perfection of her ass. Turning to the side, her free hand smoothed over the hardness of her right buttock as she took another swallow of her drink. And judging from the attention men paid her legs, she was sure they were quite sexy.
Still, she couldn't land even the smallest part in a show. Turning away from the mirror in disgust, she felt herself slowly sinking into one of her increasingly frequent depressions. Just moving back to the bar seemed like an almost impossible chore, but she knew she needed another drink.
Pouring her third straight Scotch since returning to her apartment, she promised herself it would be her last. But at the same time, she knew that was a promise that she had no intention of keeping. Alcohol seemed the only thing that helped during those blue periods. It seemed to cloud the ever-present financial problems that filled her thoughts.
Her legs felt weak as she glided toward the bathroom and a hot, relaxing bath. As she moved, her free hand undid the waistband of her slacks and pushed the tight-fitting garment down over her firm thighs to fall into a puddle around her ankles. She stepped from the crumpled pants and just left them on the floor where they lay.
The cold tile of the bathroom floor sent a chill up through her naked feet. Placing her half-empty glass on the rim of the tub, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her head. She was proud that her firm breasts didn't need the support of a bra.
After a few more sips of her drink, she rested a knee on the edge of the tub and began filling it with hot, swirling water. Reaching up to the window ledge, she took down a bottle of expensive bubble bath powder and sprinkled it liberally into the filling tub. The perfumed powder filled her nostrils, making her feel a little better.
By the time Barbara finished her drink, the tub was full, soft mountains of bubbles floating on the surface of the steaming water. Lifting up her right leg, she gingerly stepped into the tub. Her spine stiffened as she brought her other leg into the tub.
Barbara was a lot drunker than she thought she was. It wasn't until she slowly lowered herself into the snow-capped water that she realized she was still wearing her black bikini panties. Her laughter echoed from the tiled walls as she remembered her mother telling her to always wear clean underwear--just in case she got hit by a car or something and had to be taken to the hospital. Unsteadily lifting one leg and then the other, she managed to climb out of her sexy panties and drop them onto the floor in a small puddle of water beside the bathtub.
Barbara spent the next hour just relaxing in the scented tub, letting the steaming water soothe all the day's frustrations from her body and her mind. Allowing herself as much time to unwind as she could, she pulled herself up to her feet and switched on the shower to wash away the suds that clung to her skin.
Reaching for the over-sized towel on the back of the bathroom door, she stepped from the tub and wrapped the soft, white terrycloth around herself. Carefully patting the moisture from her skin, a little thrill shot through her body as she worked the thick towel over her hard nipples and between her long legs.
With the towel still hung around her shoulders, Barbara moved back into her combination living room, bedroom and dining room. She left a trail of wet footsteps across the carpet as she headed for the dressing table beside her bed in the L-shaped room.
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, she carefully dried her hair with an electric hair-dryer. Then she wrapped her fingers around the pearl handle of her hair brush. It was a brush that she had owned for many years, and it brought back thoughts of home as she slowly stroked her long, golden tresses.
Barbara loved brushing her hair. There was something pleasantly sensual about running the brush through her shimmering strands. She had often spent hours just stroking her hair, enjoying the feel of her golden mane falling softly to her shoulders.
When she finally tired of the delightful chore, she climbed out from behind the dresser, draping the damp towel over the back of the chair. Refreshed from her bath, she strode over to the sofa in the center of the room. She loved the free feeling being naked always gave her. As she moved, she enjoyed the gentle swaying of pendulant breasts.
Curling up in a comer of the large couch, she began delving into the trade papers that had been delivered with the morning mail. Carefully studying the pages devoted to casting news, she circled all the ads that might be of any help. As usual, there weren't any notices for actresses with as little experience as she had. But, at least there were a few ads that might prove valuable, and those she re-read several times.
The sound of the front door buzzer caught her by surprise. She hadn't been expecting anyone, and didn't really like being disturbed. But thinking that any news might be good news, she hopped off the sofa, grabbed the robe hanging over the bedpost of her bed and climbed into the translucent black garment.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the floor length mirror on the back of the closet door, she realized that a good deal more of her naked figure was showing through the material than she cared to have on display. But just as she had decided to change into something a bit more sedate, the buzzer sounded out impatiently again and she decided not to bother changing. After all, she thought to herself, she wasn't about to let any stranger come waltzing into the apartment. She had been in New York long enough to be aware of the dangers that lurked in the big city.
"Yes? Who is it?" Barbara called out through the still bolted door.
"It's me, Miss Gilbert. Jack Steinberg," a voice called out from the hallway.
Barbara's heart sank as she recognized the name of her landlord. She fought to control the panic that was quickly taking control. Steinberg was by for the rent, and she just didn't have it. She stood standing by the door, not knowing what to do.
"Are you there, Miss Gilbert?" the landlord asked, a slight hint of impatience in his voice.
"Yes... yes, Mr. Steinberg," Barbara answered hastily, certainly not wanting to get him any angrier with her, considering the embarrassing situation.
With her slender fingers trembling nervously, she quickly unlatched the double bolt on the front door. Anxious about how she would handle his demands for the rent money, she completely forgot about the way she was dressed as she pulled open the heavy door.
Jack's beady little eyes widened as they scanned over Barbara's nearly naked figure. Whenever he was around the building, he always made a point of keeping an eye out for her cute little body. At that moment, he saw more of her than he had ever hoped to.
"I'm afraid it's that time of the month again," Jack said cheerfully, having a hard time keeping his eyes from the darkened nipples clearly visible beneath her thin robe.
"Come in, Mr. Steinberg, come in," Barbara said, stepping to the side to let him pass.
For the first time, she realized she was standing before her landlord nearly naked, and it was more than obvious that he was aware of every curve of her body. As he strode into the apartment, she searched for the words to explain her financial situation.
Beads of sweat formed on Jack Steinberg's brow as the sweet aroma of Barbara's body filled his nostrils. The sight of her exposed figure was almost enough to make him forget why he was there. More than a few great looking chicks lived in his building, but none of them were quite as sexy as Barbara Gilbert.
A certain glint in the older man's eyes told her that he was interested in more than just collecting the rent, and she was suddenly ashamed at how she was dressed. She wanted to wrap herself up in the large bath towel again as she felt his gaze penetrating the diaphanous robe she was wearing. There was almost a sneer in his expression that made her feel dirty. It was as if he were undressing her right there on the spot, and it made her feel more than a little uncomfortable.
"Can I get you a cup of coffee?" she asked, willing to say anything to avoid the inevitable discussion about the rent that was due.
"Sure, sure," he answered eagerly, jumping at the chance to spend a little more time with his beautiful tenant. "That would be nice, Really nice."
"Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the sofa. "I've got a fresh pot on the stove. I'll get us a couple of cups. How do you like it?"
Jack Steinberg laughed inwardly at the double meaning of her words. He was surprised at the hospitality she was showing him, but he certainly intended to take advantage of it. His eyes remained fixed on the gentle rolling of her firm buttocks as she strode over to the small kitchen alcove to fix their coffees. His mouth began to water as he looked into the deep crack of her ass.
"A little milk and sugar will be fine, Miss Gilbert," he answered, considerably more interested in her body than the way she fixed his coffee. "How do you like New York so far?" he asked, straining to make conversation.
"Well," she replied, shouting over the clatter of the coffee pot and the dishes, "I had hoped to find some work by now, but I'm having a lot harder time of it than I thought I would. I think maybe I was a little optimistic about finding a job."
Jack smiled broadly as he felt Barbara leading him into a story he had heard countless times before. All of a sudden, her new-found hospitality began to make sense. The rent was due, and she was trying to figure out a way to tell him that she didn't have it. Judging by the way she was dressed, they should be able to work out a suitable arrangement, he thought to himself, feeling a warm stirring between his legs.
Placing the two cups of coffee on a small tray, Barbara turned back to her guest. The look on his sweaty face frightened her. She knew he had been staring at her body, but he was no longer making any attempt to hide his interest in her half-naked flesh. She felt her skin crawl as she forced a smile and moved toward him. She was disgusted by the sight of his pot belly hanging over the top of his belt and the way his eyes followed the swaying of her hard-tipped breasts.
But Barbara knew that she had to fight down the revulsion she was feeling toward the man. Things were bad enough, and she certainly didn't want to find herself out on the street, on top of everything else. Standing before him, she held the tray out toward him, waiting for him to take his cup of coffee.
But Steinberg was in no rush. He was enjoying the display of warm flesh too much to move quickly. He also liked the obvious discomfort building up within the woman. Barbara Gilbert certainly wasn't the first sexy little thing to be caught short when the rent was due, but she did seem more innocent than most.
"Thank you, honey," he said, finally wrapping his short, stubby fingers around one of the coffee cups.
Barbara's stomach tightened when he called her honey. There was something lewd about the way he said the word, and she could see him licking his lips as he continued to stare at the ripe melons hanging there before his eyes. But still, she knew she had to be nice to him if she wanted to keep a roof over her head. Flashing him the warmest smile she could manage, considering the nausea forming in the pit of her stomach, she turned toward the armchair facing the sofa.
"You're not going to sit all the way over there, are you?" he asked, feeling the growing hardness between his legs pressing against the front of his baggy pants.
Barbara thought she was going to be sick at the sound of her landlord's words, but she said nothing. With a vacant look in her eyes, she turned and moved back to the sofa. The smirk on his pudgy face told her that he knew the score, and told her just how things could be taken care of.
Numbly aware of what was expected of her, she lowered herself down into a corner of the sofa. Even though there was a good deal of distance between them, she could smell the pungent scent of his coarse body. Just the thought of having sex with him was enough to make her want to run screaming from the room.
"Something seems to be troubling you, honey," Jack said, reaching out and laying a meaty paw on her knee. "Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help."
Slowly, the sense of revulsion in the pit of her stomach faded, replaced by the empty feeling of being a third person looking onto the scene. It wasn't necessary to be a college professor to figure out that the rent had to get paid, and there was only one way to do it. Holding back a shudder, she snuggled up against Jack's calloused fingers as they worked on her knee.
"Well, it's just that... " Barbara began, the words catching in her throat. "It's just that I figured I'd have a job by now, and be a little more set-up than I am," she continued, feeling the landlord's eyes parting the almost transparent robe she was wearing.
Crossing her legs, she let the robe fall away from her smooth thighs. She was sure he could smell the honeyed aroma from her cunt. A cold chill shot up her back as she felt his fingers crawling up into her crotch.
Barbara looked a good deal more experienced than she actually was. Back home, she had remained untouched and a virgin until three days before she was due to leave. The echoing thoughts of those last days with Billy, her younger brother, filled her mind. She tried to imagine her brother's smooth hand caressing her inner thighs instead of Jack's.
Closing her eyes, she tried to transform herself back in time. Back to the gentle arms of Billy. As Jack pressed his face into hers, Barbara tried to imagine the first time Billy's soft cheek brushed against her own.
As Jack's rough hands tore open the front of her robe, she remembered the trembling touch of her brother undoing her pajama top that first night. She remembered the first sparks of excitement that passed between their bodies.
Things had happened so quickly those last days back home. Until Billy had come to her room that eventful night, she'd never realized how grown up her younger brother had become. She had dated most of the available men in the small town, but none of them were quite as exciting as Billy. None of their bodies seemed as strong or as sweet as his. None of their eyes shone with the need and excitement that had glowed in Billy's eyes that night.
Jack ignored the far-away look on Barbara's face as the swollen lushness of her breasts poured through the front of the open robe. Bending forward, he hungrily wrapped his lips around the stiff nub of her right nipple. Holding the brown berry firmly between his teeth, he lashed it again and again with the tip of his long tongue.
The fingertips of his right hand crawled up the length of her inner thigh. Trembling slightly, she tightened her legs around his hand as his fingers probed the steaming heat of her cunt. Barbara lifted her ass off the sofa as she rubbed her crotch against Jack's skilled touch.
"You see how easy solving problems can be?" Jack asked, lifting his head from the tip of Barbara's right breast.
Jack's saliva felt cold against her warm skin as she fought to block out the sound of his words.
Her own breathing became deeper and more labored as she thrust her thoughts into the past. Images of Billy's wonderful mouth sucking the juices from between her legs made Barbara's mouth water and her lips tremble.
"Spread your legs a little, honey," Jack continued, dipping his face down into the churning heat of her crotch.
Barbara followed his orders like a mindless robot, hoping that her brain would be kind enough to allow her to forget everything that was happening to her. She felt warm and secure as she imagined herself in Billy's arms, leaning against the flat hardness of his chest.
With her legs spread apart, Jack literally dove into the center of her passions. In moments, his mouth was filled with the sweetness of her young body. The tip of his tongue pressed deep into Barbara's cunt. The tight curls of her pubic hair rubbed against his chin.
Barbara became more and more deeply involved with the fantasy of being back in the arms of her younger brother. Reaching down between her legs, she dug her fingers into her landlord's neck, shoving his face harder against the lips of her throbbing pussy.
Jack couldn't have been more pleased over the sudden interest his tenant was showing. As she ground his face into her crotch, he doubled the efforts of his well-trained tongue. The soft murmurs slipping from between her lips filled his ears, turning him on even more as the taste of her lusts filled his mouth.
Totally lost in her memories, Barbara lifted her legs to Jack's shoulders and wrapped them around his neck. Digging her heels into his back, she slammed her cunt against his mouth again and again. The sharp edges of his teeth dug into her clitoris, sending shivers of excitement up her spine.
Jack wrapped his hands around the firmness of Barbara's thighs as they tightened around his neck. He could feel the muscles in her legs pulling taut beneath the tips of his fingers. He could feel her entire body trembling with need and desire.
Suddenly, Barbara's eyes flashed open and she stared down at the balding top of her landlord's head bobbing up and down as he worked his mouth furiously between her legs. The fantasy spell that she had woven for herself was gone, lost to the realities of the moment.
As much as she tried banning the thought from her mind, Barbara couldn't help but feel like a whore. She was selling her body to the man between her legs, and the price was one month's rent. "At least I'm not cheap," she thought to herself, remembering that one month's rent was a good three hundred dollars.
Jack was having a great time sucking Barbara's cunt, but he was beginning to get a trifle bored. The throbbing shaft between his legs was beginning to ache for the feel of a hot pussy. Licking the excess cream from around the edges of his mouth, he lifted himself up, his fingers tearing open the front of his pants.
Locking her eyes shut, Barbara reached out and literally ripped his shirt open. The hair on his chest rubbed against her bare breasts as he fell forward. His pants fell down around his thighs as his stiff penis pushed its way through the folds of his underwear.
Barbara whispered her brother's name under her breath as she tightened her arms around Jack's neck and drew him harder against her panting form. Their bodies slipped against each other as a thin coating of perspiration covered their skin.
Positioning the head of his prick to the lips of her pussy, Jack shoved his hips forward. A low-pitched moan of satisfaction filled his throat as he felt Barbara's body enveloping his shaft. The smooth walls of her cunt fanned the flames of lust building deep in the pit of his stomach.
Jack's cock was considerably larger than her brother's, and at first she found it difficult to handle. But after his initial thrusts, she found her tight hole stretching to accommodate the thicker shaft. It wasn't long before she began to enjoy the added pleasure that his larger rod could deliver.
As her nearing orgasm filled her brain, all other conscious thoughts slipped from her mind. Locking her legs around his waist she threw her body up against the onslaught of Jack's cock. She could feel his balls bouncing against the crack of her ass as she lifted her body up off the seat of the couch.
Barbara's screaming voice echoed from the walls of the room as the full force of her climax took over. She kept her eyes tightly shut, avoiding the smirk she was sure was spread across Jack's face. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't as wanton as he thought, but her screams blocked any words she might have spoken.
CHAPTER TWO
"Don't take it so hard, honey," Jack said, buckling the front of his pants as he stood before the sofa. "You'd be surprised how many chicks find themselves a little short at the end of the month. Don't worry about it, as long as it doesn't become a habit," he added, smiling to try to put Barbara at ease.
But she could only hate him for what they had done. She hated him for awakening desires within her own body and mind that she felt were dirty and perverted. Rationally, she knew she had invited him to use her, but that didn't make any difference. What had been so pure and wonderful with Billy had turned sordid and awful.
"I better get going," Jack said, glancing down at his wristwatch as he made for the front door.
Tears of frustration and shame were beginning to well up in her eyes as she watched him leave. As the door closed behind him, she dropped her head into her hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
In a sudden rush, Barbara jumped to her feet and ran to the bathroom. The only thing she could think about was a hot shower to wash away the masculine scent still clinging to her body. With tears blurring her vision, she adjusted the water until it was a thin, stinging, steaming spray.
The water washed away her tears as she scrubbed every inch of her body. But no matter how hard she worked, Barbara couldn't rid herself of the degraded feeling that was like a blanket covering her.
Stepping wearily from the tub, Barbara didn't bother grabbing the towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door. With beads of water rolling down the length of her tired body, she slid open the medicine cabinet and reached for a small bottle of pills tucked away in one of the comers.
Tossing three sleeping pills into her mouth, she cupped her hand under the faucet and scooped up a handful of cold water. Then, after drying her hand on her still wet thigh, she turned and headed for the security and safety of her bed and some sleep.
Leaving a trail of wet footsteps on the carpet, Barbara moved to the foot of her bed and allowed herself to just collapse onto the mattress. The cool sheet sent a chill through her damp skin, but she hardly felt it as tears once again sprang to her eyes.
The sleeping pills worked quickly, and she soon felt the darkness of sleep closing in around her. It wasn't long before images of her brother filled her dreams, curling up the comers of her mouth as she relived their last night together.
In her dreams, she was back home, listening to Billy's soft tapping on her bedroom door. She could see herself rushing to let him in before their parents noticed anything strange going on.
"I... I know you said it was wrong for me to come to you this way," Billy began, "but I couldn't stay away... not with you leaving in the morning."
Pushing the door closed behind him, Barbara held open her arms. His eagerness thrilled her as they embraced, as their lips met and their tongues explored the hot recesses of each other's mouths. Even in her dream, she could taste the sweetness of his kiss and feel the warmth of his young body.
"I understand, darling, I understand," she whispered, letting her lips brush against his smooth brow.
Though she had told him not to come to her room that night, she couldn't have been more pleased that he'd disobeyed. She'd actually been waiting for him, hoping and praying that he would return to her arms.
Shivers of excitement raced up Barbara's spine as she felt her brother's inexperienced fingers on the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She could feel the hardness between his legs growing as their bodies pressed together.
"I'm glad you came to me, Billy," Barbara continued, her passion responding to the touch of his hands on her firm buttocks.
Wrapping an arm around Billy's waist, Barbara slowly led him to her bed. Their thighs rubbed together as they walked, electric sparks flying between them with each step.
With smiles on their faces, Barbara and Billy fell down onto her bed. In another instant, they were intertwined in each other's embrace, their lips crushed together once again.
Billy pulled away from his sister for a moment, concentrating his attentions on the front of Barbara's pajama top. He was eager for another taste of her ripe tits, and that impatience showing in his eyes made her feel warm and soft. She let her arms rest at her sides as he undid the long row of buttons on the front of the garment.
Pulling apart the thin material, Billy allowed his eyes to feast on Barbara's body for a few moments. While he stared, she brought her hands up under each heavy globe of flesh, lifting them out toward his hungry mouth.
Billy didn't need another invitation. Leaning forward, he wrapped his trembling lips around her right nipple. Holding the nub of brown, hard flesh carefully, he slowly ran his tongue across it. Her shudders of excitement made his blood rush to the tip of his cock.
Even though Billy was the first man to feel the deep warmth between her legs, many others had played with her breasts. But none of them could turn them the way he could. Barbara was sure that it was something special between brother and sister that accounted for the soaring heights of pleasure she found in his arms.
Taking one of Billy's hands in her own, she led his fingers down into the front of her pants. She giggled like a ten-year-old when she felt the tips of his fingers stroking her clitoris and playing with the lips of her pussy.
That was the third night in a row that Billy had shared his sister's bed and her body, and he knew his way around her most secret places. She wasn't the first chick he had fucked, but she certainly was the best.
For the first time, that night Barbara really felt like being the aggressor. Laughing happily, she pushed him off her body and rolled him over onto his back. Her right hand reached down to the bulge between his legs as a hungry grin turned up the comers of her mouth.
Billy was more than pleased at lying back and letting his sister take care of his churning lusts. Her fingers danced up and down the length of his stiff shaft. He could feel the sharp edges of her polished fingernails working over the tautly drawn skin covering his prick.
Barbara's strokes were firm and sure, and she could feel the heat rushing toward the tip of her brother's prick. She rubbed the swollen head of his shaft into her palm, thrilling to the feel of several drops of his love juices seeping from the slit in the blunt end of his steaming club "Relax, honey," Barbara whispered, "and let your big sister take care of everything."
Crawling down the length of his body, she soon rested her head on the flat of his stomach, her lips only inches away from his cock. She tightened her fingers around his shaft as she thought about how good Billy's prick was going to taste.
Billy could feel Barbara's breath on his skin, and he became impatient for the feel of her mouth. In the past few nights she had sucked him off plenty, and he wanted even more of the same treatment. Wrapping his fingers in Barbara's hair, he pushed her face between his legs.
Barbara moaned softly as she allowed her lips to drift apart. In another moment, she could feel the smooth head of his cock against her mouth. Pushing the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she was soon exploring the crack of her brother's pee-slit.
The muscles in his legs and buttocks tightened the moment he felt his sister's mouth on his cock. Her breath was hot and moist as she swallowed up the thickness of his rod. Her nostrils flared with the aroma of Billy's young, strong lusts.
"Oh, Barbara," Billy moaned, "that really feels fuckin' out of this world!"
"Now, now, Billy," Barbara replied, pulling her face out from between her brother's legs, "you shouldn't talk dirty. Especially in front of your own sister."
"You're right, Sis," Billy agreed, pushing her grinning face back down onto his burning tool.
At the first touch of Barbara's hot mouth, Billy's spine seemed to turn to tempered steel. He shuddered to the touch of her teeth against his skin. He could feel her tongue roaming up and down the length of his shaft.
Barbara reached under her brother's body, letting her fingers move into the crack of his ass. As Billy's swollen cockhead pressed against the back of her throat, the tip of one of her fingers toyed with the tight ring of his anus.
Billy nearly went out of his mind as he was assaulted by both Barbara's hands and mouth. His eyes were clamped shut and his lips hung open as a moan slipped from deep in his throat.
Barbara couldn't help feeling a little sad, remembering that she was due to catch a plane for New York in the morning. She wished she and Billy had discovered their love earlier. There were many hours and nights that could have been spent in each other's arms, hours and nights that had been spent in loneliness.
Barbara was tempted to bring her brother to orgasm as she recalled the taste of his juices from the night before, but she decided not to. Her cunt needed the strength of his shaft too much. With a grin curling up the comers of her mouth, she pulled her face out from between his legs.
Surprised by the suddenness of his sister's move, Billy felt his lips crushed by hers. He thrilled to the taste of her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. He could feel her knee parting his legs as she snuggled her cunt up against his cock.
"I just love you so much, Billy honey," Barbara cooed, wiggling her body to trap her brother's prick between her cunt lips.
Billy could feel his sister's nipples searing the smooth skin covering his chest. He gasped air into his lungs as he felt his cock pressing deep into Barbara's body.
Billy decided that if his sister was so hot to trot, he was going to give her something to really remember. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pushed her up until she was in a sitting position.
The cool air made Barbara's body shiver with excitement. Billy's hands on her fat tits made her shake her shoulders. His cock was slammed deep into her belly, and she could feel its throbbing heat surging through every inch of her body.
"How does this feel, Sis?" Billy asked, shooting his hips up against hers.
The strength in Billy's legs lifted both their bodies off the bed as he drove his shaft into the depths of Barbara's cunt. Her legs tightened around his hips as he increased the frequency of his thrusts.
Laughter spilled from her lips as she struggled to stay atop the boy's thrashing body. Billy's body bucked like a bronco, tossing her first in one direction and then the other.
The wilder the fucking, the tighter his grip on her tits, and Barbara loved it. Her nipples burned in his palms like hot coals, her hair flew around her head like leaves in a tornado. A thin stream of saliva slipped from the side of her mouth and rolled down her chin.
"... good... oh so... good... " Barbara moaned, losing herself totally in the heat of the moment.
Billy felt his sister fighting against his grip on her tits, but that only made him dig into her flesh harder. He knew she dug his rough handling just as much as he dug dishing it out. After their first night together, Billy knew better than to worry about hurting her while they were balling.
Barbara wanted to scream at the top of her lungs as the full force of her orgasm hit, but she knew better. The door to their parents' bedroom was only a few feet away from her own, and she was frightened of waking them. Swallowing her cries of joy, she bit down hard into her lower lips. She could taste a drop of blood as her teeth broke the skin.
With one quick yank, Billy pulled Barbara down against his chest. His hands moved to the twin mounds of her ass and he held her tight against his continual pounding. Holding back his own orgasm, he slipped one hand into the crack of her buttocks, and his fingertips toyed with her anus.
Barbara's locked eyelids flew open at the sudden intrusion of her brother's index finger deep into her asshole. His fingernail tore at the walls of her steaming hole, pushing her pleasure to even greater heights.
Billy could feel his prick pistoning in and out of Barbara's twat through the thin walls of her anal canal. With his finger increasing the pressure on his cock, he could hold back his own satisfaction no longer.
Burning cum burst from the tip of Billy's prick-head as he joined his sister in mutual orgasm. They crushed their lips together, the taste of Barbara's saliva filling her brother's mouth as his love juices filled her cunt.
Billy's rod softened, still held tight between her pussy lips. The weight of Barbara's exhausted body made it difficult for him to breathe, but he didn't have the strength to push her off. Rolling his head to the side, his jaw went slack and he gulped as much air into his lungs as he could.
A contented smile curled the corners of her lips as the tip of her tongue played with her brother's ear. Slowly regaining her composure, she saw that Billy was straining against her. Moving carefully, she slid off him and cuddled against his side.
"You make me sorry I'm leaving in the morning," Barbara whispered, reaching down to gently caress his limp tool. "I think I've fallen in love with you, brother dear." A sardonic laugh punctuating the end of the sentence.
Billy turned his face toward Barbara's and they stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Neither spoke, nor were words necessary. The rustle of the sheets was the only sound in the room as Billy pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Barbara tried not to think about having to say goodbye, but she couldn't shake those thoughts from her mind. After finding the love she had so long searched for, she was leaving. Her life would be empty without Billy, but her ambitions for stardom smothered every other feeling. She needed him, but she needed fame and fortune even more.
Barbara's hand brought new life to her brother's spent tool. He stiffened beneath her fingertips as she massaged more and more firmly. His breathing became shallow, and she sensed the excitement spreading throughout his body.
Billy spread his legs a little, letting Barbara's hand reach down to his balls. Her manicured nails against the skin covering his scrotum sent new chills of lust racing through his bloodstream. Her touch drove the tiredness from his muscles, and once again, he was ready.
Barbara continued moving her fingers up and down the length of Billy's cock until he was almost fully erect, then withdrew her hand. She had made up her mind. If this was to be their last night together, she intended to make it a night they would never forget.
Billy reached for Barbara's tits, but she squirmed out of his grasp before he could catch her. The lewd grin across her face let him know that she had a new game in store for them. When she swung her legs over the side of the bed and hopped to her feet, Billy made another grab for her ass, but again she was too fast for him.
"Patience, darling," she teased, stepping back from the edge of her bed. "You don't want to tire yourself out, do you?"
Barbara almost fell as her ankle tangled in the pajama bottoms she had tossed onto the floor earlier. She hadn't realized until that moment that she was still wearing the top of her night clothes. The thin material clung to her damp back like a second skin. With Billy's undivided attention on her, Barbara slowly peeled off her shirt and held it over her boobs. She used the limp garment like an experienced stripper, teasing her brother with quick glimpses of her nakedness.
Billy was really turning on to the private show Barbara was putting on for him. It wasn't necessary for him to look down between his legs to know that his cock had swollen to its greatest dimensions and was pointing straight up at the ceiling.
"Get over here, you bitch," Billy hissed, more than ready for rape after her lewd teasing.
"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head no as she remained half-hidden by her shirt. "I have a better idea. But you have to turn and face the other way... and promise not to peek. Okay?"
Billy was a little bewildered by her request, but after a few moments he gave in and reluctantly turned away. Staring at the blank wall, he listened as carefully as he could. He was hoping the sound of her movements would give him a clue to what lay ahead.
Barbara laughed to herself as Billy reached around to play with himself. She was denied the pleasure of watching him jerk himself off, but she could hear his hand rubbing up and down the length of his blood-swollen tool.
Impatient to get things going, Barbara tossed her shirt aside and hurried over to the dresser at the far side of the room. Seeing her packed bags by the door made her feel a new twinge of sadness, but she was determined not to think about the morning.
Pulling open the top drawer, she stared down into the tangle of garments she had chosen not to pack for New York. Most of the things in the drawer were either too old-fashioned or too worn for her new life in the big city, but they were just what she wanted right then and there.
The first thing she found was a black silk garter belt. As she slipped it around her waist, she tried to remember the last time she had worn the garment but couldn't. As a matter of fact, Barbara couldn't remember ever wearing the archaic garment. It was one of many things she bought on the spur of the moment, only to push into the back of a drawer and forget about.
Next came a pair of black fishnet stockings that were once part of a costume she had worn in a play. Balancing first on one foot and then the other, she pulled the stockings taut against her legs and thighs. Attaching them to the snaps on the garter belt, Barbara smoothed out the wrinkles in the material.
"Hey, what's going on?" Billy asked, a slight trace of annoyance in his voice.
"Now, now. You promised," Barbara chided. "Don't turn around until I tell you to."
Over her stockings and garter belt, Barbara slipped on a pair of black bikini panties. The garment was more than a little threadbare, but in the dim light they looked great.
The only black bra in the drawer was several sizes too small, but she decided to squeeze into it anyway. The shoulder straps bit into her flesh viciously and she had a tough time keeping her breasts from pushing over the top, but one look in the mirror was enough to convince her that it was worth the trouble.
Barbara finished off the outfit with a pair of patent leather stilettos that she retrieved from the floor of her closet. The shoes were so old- fashioned, with their pointed toes and spike heels, that she wouldn't have been caught dead wearing them on the street. But she knew her brother would flip when he got a look at them.
The bottle of cheap perfume on her vanity table was just the finishing touch. She drenched herself in the sweet-smelling fragrance, spraying a little extra between her legs and over her tits.
Barbara's perfume was more than Billy could stand. With his tight fist still working up and down his cock, he spun around on the bed. His mouth hung open as he stared at the sight before him. A breath caught in his throat as his eyes slowly traveled up the length of her body, from the tip of Barbara's stilettos to the tangled mane of hair surrounding her face.
"Well, darling," Barbara whispered, "was it worth waiting for?"
"Shit!" Billy gasped, not knowing whether to believe his eyes or not.
The look on her brother's face was almost enough to make her come. She began assuming different poses, each one more obscene than the last. Slowly rolling her hips and ass, she walked to the edge of the bed.
Billy held his breath as Barbara lifted one foot and placed it on the mattress. She spread her thighs apart as much as she could, displaying her pussy to his hungry gaze. Her translucent panties hid nothing. The black nylon highlighted the wetness of her cunt.
While Billy's eyes remained focused between her legs, Barbara reached down to her cunt and began playing with herself. She rolled her clitoris between two fingers. And the more she rubbed, the wetter she became, until both inner thighs were damp from her juices.
Watching Barbara manipulating herself drove Billy insane for his sister's body. A friend at school had shown him some pictures of women fingering themselves, and they'd turned him on. But those photos were nothing compared to the show Barbara was putting on for him that night.
Barbara was very careful to make sure Billy didn't waste his load jerking off. She had plans for his stiff tool. When she saw that he was beginning to lose control, she took her foot off the bed and quickly knelt down on the floor on her hands and knees.
Her sudden move held the onrush of Billy's orgasm in check. His body began to shake as she positioned herself on the floor with her ass pointing up at him. Resting the top portion of her body on one elbow and grinning over her shoulder at his swollen prick, she used her free hand to roll her panties down into a thin strip of black nylon across the backs of her thighs. With the same hand she spread her asscheeks apart, exposing the puckered ring of her anus.
"Don't you like a tight fit?" she asked, ramming her index finger all the way up her asshole.
Suddenly, Barbara could hear a bell ringing way off in the distance. As the ringing grew louder, the vision of Billy climbing off the bed began to fade. She fought to hold his image in her dream, but it was no use. She was waking up.
The ringing she heard was the phone on the table beside her bed. When she opened her eyes, she was alone, staring up at the ceiling of her New York apartment. Shaking off the effects of the sleeping pills she had taken several hours earlier, Barbara untangled the blanket from around her legs and reached for the phone.
CHAPTER THREE
Reaching to the table beside the bed, Barbara fumbled with the ringing phone, bringing the mouthpiece to her lips as the last traces of sleep faded from her mind. She couldn't imagine who might be calling.
"Hello," she said, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Hi," the cheerful voice on the other end of the line began, "is Miss Gilbert in?"
Barbara liked the sound of the man on the phone. His voice sounded young and handsome. Sitting up in bed, she stuffed the pillows behind her back and made a special effort to sound her sexiest.
"This is Miss Gilbert, but I'd feel more comfortable if you'd call me Barbara," she replied, her voice a honey-soaked whisper. "Is that a deal?"
"That's a deal," the young man answered, a broad smile showing through the sound of his words. "This is Bob Reynolds, and I do hope you'll call me Bob."
"That's a deal," Barbara replied, frantically searching her mind for a face to match his familiar sounding name.
"We met at the audition this morning," Bob added, sensing that the beautiful woman might not remember him.
"Of course, of course," Barbara responded, her mind suddenly filled with the image of his strong, hard body. "I really didn't expect to hear from you," she said, slowly sinking back down into her bed.
Bob Reynolds was a very important producer at the ad agency she had auditioned for that morning, and she really was surprised that he'd called. All thoughts of her disgusting landlord had flown from her mind, replaced by the excitement of a prospective job.
"We were all impressed by your reading at the audition," Bob said. "Especially me," he added, the slightest trace of a snicker flashing in the sound of his voice.
Barbara remembered the way Bob had looked at her body earlier that day, and a chill raced up her spine. His young face actually reminded her of her brother's, and it made her cunt lips throb with need and hunger.
"Well, thank you," Barbara said, her lips curling each word into a warm, moist kiss.
"I think you might be just the actress I've been looking for. Can we get together and talk about it?" Bob asked, careful not to come on too strong.
"That would be just delightful, Bob," she eagerly responded. "Just set the time and name the place."
Even the sound of Bob's voice reminded Barbara of her brother. As she listened to him setting up a date for later that night, she kicked the sheets from around her legs. Her free hand found its way between her hot thighs and she was soon playing with the lips of her moist pussy.
"I'll see you there at nine," Barbara said, ending their conversation and replacing the phone on its cradle.
Barbara closed her eyes as she brought her other hand down into the heat of her crotch. As her fingers pressed forward, she found herself lifting her ass off the bed, pushing her hardening clit into the palm of her right hand.
Spreading her legs as wide as she could, Barbara thrilled to the feel of her own fingertips against the inner walls of her twat. Digging her feet into the firm mattress, she lifted all but her shoulders and head into the air as the first rumblings of her orgasm began churning in the pit of her stomach.
Barbara's head thrashed from side to side and her sharp teeth bit into the sensual warmth of her lower lip. Her eyes were still locked shut and a thin stream of saliva rolled from a comer of her wide mouth.
A hungry groan echoed from the walls of the bedroom as Barbara brought herself to a soaring climax. She was hardly aware of the love juices coating her slender fingers as she savored the full impact of her orgasm.
The next thing Barbara was aware of were the deep gasps of air that she was taking into her lungs. She was struggling to catch her breath. She could feel the sheets damp beneath her, clinging to her hot skin.
And in another few minutes, she drifted back into a deep sleep.
Barbara shook herself awake after about two hours. Her eyes immediately flashed to the alarm clock on the table beside her. A sigh of relief slipped from between her lips when she saw that she hadn't overslept. Her date with Bob Reynolds was much too important to miss.
Barbara felt as though she were on the very edge of wonderful things to come. Excitement filled every inch of her body as a broad smile spread across her lips. Bob's call had brought her from the depths of despair to the very heights of ecstasy. Her future was suddenly as bright as a bursting skyrocket. An in with an ad agency as big and important as Bob's meant that she was on the road to success.
Smiling as happily as a child on Christmas morning, Barbara slipped her long legs over the edge of the bed and climbed to her feet. It was seven o'clock, and she was getting pretty hungry, but she decided not to spoil her appetite. Instead of heading for the kitchen, she turned toward the bathroom and a nice hot shower.
The stinging spray brought new life to her body, shaking off the last traces of her sleepy afternoon. The blood surged in her veins as she thrust her massive tits forward against the steaming shower. Her nipples grew hard against the stinging drops.
Barbara used a scented shampoo on her hair and scrubbed her cunt and asshole especially well. She loved the feel of her own fingers working over her flesh.
After letting the hot water rinse her body, Barbara stepped from the tub. Droplets rolling down her sculptured legs formed puddles around her feet. Draping a towel around her shoulders, she began patting the wetness from her fat boobs.
Barbara wrapped another towel around her head and began drying her hair. As she worked on her arms and legs, she tried to decide on an outfit to wear that night. She wanted to show herself off, but she had to be stylish. Guys in the advertising business were used to sharp-looking chicks.
Barbara liked the hotpants look, but she knew that was out of date. Instead, she decided on a pair of thin, skin-tight pants. They were made of white linen and showed off every curve of her lush body. The slacks pulled tight across her flat stomach, drawing attention to the hidden charms between her sculptured legs.
Beneath the pants, Barbara chose her sexiest black nylon bikini panties. The garment was hardly more than a piece of translucent black material. Instead of hiding her throbbing cunt lips, the panties seemed to highlight the moist cavern between her legs.
The blouse she chose was a frilly, white nylon garment, nearly transparent over her bra-less tits. She decided on a pair of white patent-leather slingbacks for her bare feet as she finished drying herself off. Leaving the towels in a heap on the tank behind the toilet, she grabbed her hair-dryer from a shelf beside the window and plugged it into an AC socket above the sink.
Working her fingers through the damp strands of hair atop her head, she carefully fashioned her locks into a soft, swirling hairdo. She could feel each strand tickling her bare shoulders as she looked at the reflection of her thrusting tits in the half-fogged medicine cabinet mirror.
Just to be playful, she pointed the nozzle of the hair-dryer down at her left tit. The hot air made her nipple immediately grow rock-hard. The hot blast sent a chill racing through Barbara's whole body.
But the young woman knew it was getting late and the time for fun and games would be later in the night. Replacing the dryer on the wall shelf, she padded into her bedroom. The thick carpet felt marvelous between her toes as cool air in the air-conditioned room made her skin tingle.
She fetched the clothing she had decided to wear, and tossed the soft garments down onto her bed. She was pleased with thy outfit she had chosen. Each piece was soft and cool looking, while promising the readiness of her well-developed body.
Barbara slipped into the panties first. She could feel the dampness of her cunt against the incredibly soft material of the garment as she pulled it up tight against her crotch. Pantyhose came next, then the slacks, and she had to hold her breath as she locked the waistband around her slender middle.
Glancing into the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, she could see the outline of her tiny panties against the thin white material, and she was pleased. She liked the way it brought attention to the rounded perfection of her firm buttocks. The slingbacks that she slipped onto her feet were expensive imports from Italy, the very latest word in fashion and style. They added another three inches to her height and pulled the muscles in her legs taut.
Before slipping into her see-through blouse, Barbara strode across her bedroom to the vanity table against the far wall. Bending forward, she wrapped her fingers around the bottle of her most expensive perfume. Pouring a healthy amount of the previous liquid into her palms, she rubbed them over her shoulders and swollen tits, thrilling to the delightful scent that filled her flaring nostrils.
While she was in front of her vanity table, Barbara decided to put the finishing touches of make-up to her face. She took her time and applied her cosmetics very carefully. Once again, she remembered that her date for the evening was a bit of an expert on how women should look, and she wanted him to think that she looked beautiful.
After a good twenty minutes, Barbara was satisfied. Her make-up was perfect, and difficult to detect. She used the cosmetics to underline and accent the best features of her exquisite face. Her eyes flashed with excitement while her full, rich lips promised the world on a silver platter.
She hoped Bob would want to go to a quiet, dark restaurant, knowing that her hair would glimmer in the shadows. After admiring her fat tits in the mirror for a while longer, she headed back to the bed and finished dressing. The cool thinness of her blouse made her nipples grow hard and sensitive.
Barbara buttoned the front of her blouse tight to her neck. The tight material curved around the thrusting tips of her breasts. The rubbing of the garment against her nipples made them swell even more.
Pushing the tails of her blouse into the waistband of her slacks, Barbara Gilbert was ready to go out and meet the world. As a final touch, she took along an expensive shawl. Draped over her shoulders, it hid the nearly naked display of her fat boobs. She liked the idea of revealing her luscious body when and where she wanted to.
The touch of some expensive perfume finished her preparations for the evening that lay ahead. Grabbing a small purse, she strode to the door, checking for her keys as she moved. In another few moments, she was in the street hailing a cab. The night air was cool and she pulled the shawl tighter around her shoulders.
Barbara loved the city at night. She loved the blaze of lights and excitement that flashed through the darkness. She loved the noise and bustle of New York after dark. The dirt and grime in the streets was hidden at night. As the cab sped through the crowded streets, she looked out the window.
The taxi made good time and was soon pulling up to the curb outside Chez Noire, the expensive French restaurant that Bob had chosen. Barbara avoided the leer in the driver's face as she leaned forward to pay the fare. The old man's eyes were burning through the shawl over her see-through blouse.
Barbara hesitated at the restaurant door, thinking that she should have worn something a little more formal. But knowing there was nothing she could do about her clothes at that point, she decided not to let it bother her. And she was sure Bob wouldn't object to looking across at her half-naked tits during dinner.
With a less important date, Barbara would have enjoyed playing a little cat and mouse game, making sure not to get to the restaurant until she was at least fashionably late. But that night, she made it a point to be a few minutes early.
It took a little time for her eyes to become used to the darkness inside the small cafe. When the maitre de greeted her, she enjoyed the attention he was paying her fat boobs. She could see him licking his lips and knew he was thinking about how creamy and smooth her skin was.
Her date was well known in that restaurant and Barbara was proud to be led to his table. It was in a quiet comer of the darkened room, shielded from the other tables by graceful arches and velvet curtains. Bob's handsome face showed warmly in the flickering light of a single candle in the center of the table.
"Delightful to see you again," Bob said, rising and guiding Barbara into a seat across from his own. "How about a drink?" he asked, returning to his own seat.
"A Black Russian would just be marvelous," she replied, returning Bob's smile with one of her own.
"And I'll have another of these," he said to the waiter as he held up his nearly empty glass. "You look terrific," he said, turning his attention back to Barbara.
"Thank you, kind sir," Barbara laughed, reaching across the table and covering Bob's hand with her own. "I'm glad you like what you see, darling. " Barbara wrapped her lips around the word "darling", caressing each letter and turning the word into a seductive invitation. And the gleam in Bob's eye told her he was having no trouble getting the message. The sharp edge of her fingernails gently toyed with the hairs on the back of his hand as a broad, warm smile curled up the corners of her sensual mouth.
When their waiter returned with the drinks, he handed them their menus. Bob suggested some of the most exciting dishes, and some of the most expensive ones offered. It wasn't necessary for Barbara to be a mind reader to know that the rest of the evening was going to be absolutely dynamite.
Barbara finished her first drink quickly, and it was replaced just as quickly. Before she realized it, the table was littered with empty glasses. When the food arrived, she ate slowly, savoring each delicious bite. The champagne they drank with dinner was chilled to perfection, and Bob made sure that her glass was never less than half-full.
Barbara slipped her left foot out of the expensive slingback shoe she was wearing and began playing with the edge of one of Bob's pants legs. Her nylon-clad toes rubbed against his calf, and Barbara knew she was sending chills racing up and down the handsome stud's spine.
Barbara wasn't an innocent from the sticks anymore. She had made up her mind to make up for lost time. She knew what it took to make it in the big city, and she was more than willing to pay the price.
Especially when the price of success was to be paid to someone as handsome as Bob Reynolds. All during dinner, Barbara thrilled to the endless stream of compliments the ad agency producer was lavishing over her. And all the booze she had put away helped to erase any hesitation on her part.
After their leisurely meal, Bob suggested they return to his penthouse apartment. Barbara couldn't think of anything she would rather do. And she made no effort to hide the eager look on her face as she allowed Bob to help her on with her shawl. She enjoyed the strong touch of his fingers as he placed a warm kiss against the back of her smooth neck.
A five-seater cab sped them to Bob's fashionable address in Sutton Place. As the car pulled up in front of one of the area's most exclusive buildings, a uniformed doorman rushed out to get the taxi's door. He was discreetly impassive as Barbara hopped out into the street, her bra-less tits bobbing excitedly.
Bob's eyes remained trained on Barbara's saucy ass as he paid the driver and followed her into the street. There was no question in the ad man's mind about the outcome of the evening. The stunning girl had made it clear that she would be willing to take any kind of "special" audition he might request.
The doorman rushed ahead to get the lobby door as Bob and Barbara slipped into the expensively furnished ground floor. She wrapped both hands around his right arm and pressed her breasts against his side as they strolled to the elevators in the rear of the marble-walled apartment-house lobby.
Barbara could feel the wealth all around her, hanging heavy in the air. And she loved it. The polish of the marble walls, the thickness of the carpet beneath her feet made her feel as though she were born to the good life.
This was the life she had come to New York to find. This was the reason she went to those awful cattle calls day after day, the reason she put up with the constant humiliations she met each time she was turned down.
Bob could see the sparkle in Barbara's eyes. It was a sight he had seen many times before, in other pairs of equally beautiful eyes. He held the key to her future, and he knew she was well aware of the fact. And he had every intention of pressing his advantage.
Once inside the spacious elevator, Bob reached forward and pressed the button marked "PENTHOUSE". Barbara tightened her grip on the handsome man's arm as they moved silently up the twenty-two stories to the top of the towering edifice.
When the elevator came to a stop, it remained closed until Bob withdrew a key from his pocket and inserted it into a small lock beside the button. Without making a sound, the door slid open and Bob led the beautiful woman into his lavish two-bedroom split-level. A light switch beside the entrance controlled several carefully placed lamps. Soft shadows shaded the deepest recesses of the huge apartment, creating a marvelously sensuous atmosphere.
Barbara's heart pounded as her eyes took in everything. She had prepared herself for something special, but Bob's place was even more lavish than she could have imagined.
Slowly, Bob guided the lovely woman deeper into the cavernous living room. They were moving toward an absolutely huge sofa in the center of the room. As she glided beside him, Barbara stepped out of her high-heel sling-backs. The thick pile carpet felt great beneath her toes, sending chills racing up and down her spine.
Bob was more than pleased at how comfortable and desirable his date was making herself. By the time they reached the couch, she had slipped the shawl she was wearing from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor carelessly.
Barbara lowered herself to the couch with the grace of a ballerina while her eyes flashed in the shaded light like a jungle cat's. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, knowing full well how sexy it made her mouth look.
Barbara stretched back languidly, her entire body an invitation and challenge to anything Bob Reynolds' imagination could come up with. She loved to feel the warmth of his eyes on her smooth skin as they easily penetrated the sheer material of the see-through blouse she was wearing.
The air-conditioned apartment was delightfully cool, and Barbara could feel every muscle in her body relaxing. She had consumed quite a bit of wine and alcohol during dinner and her mind was pleasantly fuzzy. The sofa faced a wall of glass that displayed one of the most thrilling views of Manhattan she had ever seen.
"Would you like a drink, darling?" Bob asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper as his eyes continued to compliment Barbara's magnificent body.
"Of course, Bob," she replied, turning the comers of her mouth up into the sexiest smile she could manage. "A nice tall Scotch and soda would be just perfect," she added.
Bob turned his eyes from his guest's body for the first time since they had gotten to his place and walked toward the bar built into a wall on the far side of the room. On his way, he switched on an obviously expensive hi-fi set, filling the duplex with sweetly sensual music. Then he continued to the bar to fix their drinks.
Barbara lifted her legs and swung them up onto the couch. She smoothed her feet over the cool material, enjoying the way the satin finish tickled her toes. Drawing a deep breath into her lungs, she leaned her head back against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. She couldn't imagine any place she would rather have been at that very moment.
Turning back toward the sofa, and holding both glasses, Bob smiled to himself. He could see how thoroughly Barbara Gilbert was enjoying herself. He returned to the sofa as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the daydreams he knew were dancing in the beautiful woman's mind.
Barbara didn't realize that Bob had returned until she felt him slide down onto the sofa beside her. Pressing a warm kiss to her soft shoulder, he handed her the frosted glass. Through half-closed eyes, she studied the strong features of Bob's face as the warmth of his lips spread throughout her body.
Instead of giving Barbara her drink, Bob leaned forward and placed both glasses on the low-slung coffee table at the foot of the sofa. The softly purring woman had draped both arms around the back of the couch. In that position, her large breasts were held high and thrust forward, straining against the front of her blouse.
Bob's lips trembled as he bent his head forward to kiss Barbara's left tit. Her nipples were dark and rock-hard, waiting for the first touch of his experienced mouth. The moment she felt his cheek against the swollen roundness of her tit, she brought both hands up to the back of his neck and drew him against her chest firmly.
Bob's nostrils flared with the excitement of Barbara's perfume as he thrilled to the fullness of her wonderful body. Ever since seeing her for the first time that morning, Bob knew he wanted this woman all for himself. His cock was more than half erect as his lips sought out the hardness of Barbara's nipples.
Barbara removed one hand from the back of Bob's neck and brought it to the front of her blouse. While he continued caressing her spectacular tits, her nimble fingers were at work undoing the row of buttons down the front of the garment.
When Barb air a spread apart the folds of her shirt, Bob really began to turn on. He knew many many beautiful women, but nothing started his love juices boiling faster than the excitement and mystery of an unfamiliar body to explore-- Especially one as thrilling as Barbara's.
A sexy growl grew in the depths of Barbara's chest as she held her blouse open and enjoyed all the attention Bob's mouth was paying her tits. The muscles in her shoulders tensed as she felt the flat side of the handsome stud's tongue whipping against her nipples. His hands cupped the heavy orbs of alabaster flesh as he tightened his well-trained lips around the erect tip.
Barbara was more than content to lean back and enjoy Bob's expert lovemaking, but she was sure that he would prefer she take a more active role. As a matter of fact, she was even looking forward to showing him just what a good lover she could be.
After allowing Bob a few more moments with her thrusting tits, she gently pushed him away, taking special care not to turn him off. The last thing she wanted to do was appear not to be enjoying his delightful kisses.
"Why don't I get a little more comfortable, darling?" she said, smoothly shaking her lush body out from under his.
Bob didn't want to let her go, but he could see a glint in her eye that told him she had something else in mind. He watched her climb to her feet and slowly saunter to the center of the room. Her ass cheeks rolled with each step she took.
Barbara didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where her lover's eyes were trained. She could feel the heat of his gaze through the tight material cupping the rounded perfection of her buttocks. She was pleased with the choice of slacks she had decided to wear, knowing how marvelously they displayed her ass.
Bob leaned forward and took his drink from the coffee table. Barbara had picked up hers as she moved to the center of the room. Sipping from his glass, he watched the beautiful actress polish off her Scotch and soda in three great swallows. Bending at the waist, she placed the empty glass on the floor beside her feet.
Bob's mouth watered as his eyes danced over the ripeness of her tits. Instead of standing up after she placed the glass on the floor, she held the pose, smiling as she looked up into his eager face. She could see the flames of lust burning in his eyes as he remembered the taste of those sweet melons.
Barbara's body began to sway in time with the music flowing from hidden speakers placed throughout the room. As she rocked from side to side, her fat tits bumped against each other. She held back the folds of blouse, making sure that Bob had a good view of her thrilling body.
Cupping a heavy mound in each palm, Barbara slowly resumed her standing position. She spread her feet apart, letting the tight material of her slacks cut deep into the folds of her pussy. The garment fit like a second skin, and she was sure he could see the swollen Ups of her cunt outlined against the white linen.
With the tips of her right hand moving to the tip of her left breast, she pressed the ripe fruit up to her lips. Bending her head forward just as far as she could, Barbara was able to lick her nipple with the very tip of her pink tongue.
Barbara's actions were enough to make Bob's cock burst through the front of his pants. He watched her turning herself on, and it made the cum in his balls boil with excitement. He was sure he could smell the erotic perfume of her cunt filling the room. The thought of slamming his cock up into the burning cavern of her pussy made the muscles in his legs and thighs ache with desire.
Out of the comer of her eye, Barbara could see Bob's hands nervously undoing his belt and the waistband of his pants. A breath caught in her throat as she watched him opening his slacks and pulling out the burning shaft of his cock. Ignoring the pain in the back of her neck, she bent further forward until she could lock her lips around her nipple and suck it hungrily.
With her see-through blouse still hanging around her damp shoulders, Barbara dropped one hand to the zipper on the side of her slacks. Her long, slender fingers quickly had the garment undone. But it was held in place against her body by the flare of her full hips and the saucy roundness of firm ass.
Bob may have seen plenty of actresses perform, but he couldn't remember one scene he'd enjoyed more than Barbara's. Of course, he had already decided on her for the television commercial he was shooting for the ad agency, and he was congratulating himself on the decision.
With a sudden burst of wanton laughter, Barbara let her nipple slip from between her lips. Her whole chest bounced wildly as her fingertips toyed with the top of her skin-tight pants. The burning lust she felt from the touch of her lips on her own tit surprised her, and she was trying to get used to the idea of how wonderful touching her own body could be.
Bob let out a deep sigh of relief when his prick was free of the painful prison of his pants. The cool air sent a shiver up the length of his cock shaft to shoot through his entire body. Bob realized that the sight of Barbara's body was setting his balls on fire!
Barbara was actually feeling the first hint of her building orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach. The eagerness in Bob's face was enough to set her cunt throbbing. She was drunk with the power her body had over the handsome stud.
Bob's eyes remained fixed on Barbara's hidden cunt while her hips rolled in time with the sensual music filling the air. Her hands had begun to push her linen slacks down over the curves of her lush body. He was rubbing the palm of his hand into the swollen head of his cock as he imagined slamming it up into her cunt.
Barbara was careful to keep her black panties in place as she shoved her slacks over her hips and ass.
The garment quickly slipped down her smooth legs into a soft puddle around her ankles, with her fingertips outlining tiny circles against her hips as she stepped out of the garment and kicked them out of the way.
Bob's eyes followed Barbara's slacks as they slipped down her legs, growing wider with each new sight brought before them. His gaze moved slowly up the expanse of her legs and thighs, finally resting on the damp outline of her quivering cunt lips against the black nylon of her bikini panties.
In a mirror above the sofa, Barbara caught sight of herself standing nearly naked in the center of the room. The sight of her own nudity in the erotic shadows sent a chill of lust racing through her bloodstream. Her beautifully angelic face was framed in a tangle of sexy hair, and an incredibly lewd grin had curled up the comers of her sensual mouth.
Barbara finally reached for the blouse hanging around her shoulders. Even though the room was cold, beads of perspiration coated her hot skin and the sheer garment was rather damp. The delicate material clung against her like a second skin. She enjoyed the feel of the nylon rubbing across her erect nipples. Finally drawing the shirt off her back, she held it out to her side, then let it float softly down to the floor. She was pleased to see that Bob's gaze didn't waver from her lush body for a split-second.
"God, you're beautiful," Bob hissed, wrapping his right hand around his fat prick. "You're un-fuckin '-believable! "
"That's very sweet of you to say, darling," Barbara replied, holding her arms up straight out from her sides and slowly turning herself around. "I'm glad you're pleased."
When Barbara had her back toward Bob, she stopped. She knew that her panties were sheer enough to show off the deep crack of her asshole. She didn't want her new lover to miss any of her good points. Slowly bending forward, she felt the nylon panties pulling taut over the twin cheeks of her buttocks.
Bob's cock had already grown to its full strength, and he needed to feel it plunging in and out of Barbara's stunning body. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her more than anything else in the whole world. Both hands were working away on his cock as he watched the young actress slowly rolling her panties down over her ass cheeks.
Barbara rolled her bikini briefs into a narrow band around the back of her thighs while her fingers moved to the smoothness of her naked ass. Massaging a palm into each firm mound, she pulled her cheeks apart, treating Bob to a quick peek at her tight asshole.
In one fluid motion, Barbara stood up, pushed her nylons down the rest of her legs and turned to face Bob Reynolds. She stood with her feet apart, showing off the gaping slit of her hungry pussy. Without having to look, she knew that her cunt was oozing sweet juices, her cunt lips shimmering in the dim light.
The only thing Barbara was still wearing was the lewd smile on her full, rich lips. Once again, her wanton laughter filled the room as she slowly strode back to the sofa. Bob was struggling out of his clothes. By the time she stood before him, he had succeeded in getting rid of his pants and underwear.
Kneeling before him, Barbara slipped Bob's shoes and socks off. She kept her eyes glued to his throbbing cock. The sight of the enflamed flesh made her pussy chum with desire and need. She could hardly wait to feel his hot balls shooting steaming cum deep into her belly.
When she finished with his shoes and socks, Barbara pulled Bob's thighs apart and pushed her face into his hot, naked crotch. One of her hands reached down to play with her lover's balls while the other replaced his own fingers around the thickness of his tool.
Bob had waited long enough. He had allowed Barbara her games and turn-ons, but now it was time to get laid. Bringing his hands to the back of her head, he slammed her face down onto his prick. He thrilled to the feel of her mouth struggling to accommodate the thickness of his cock. Lifting his ass off the sofa seat, he shoved his rod deep into her mouth until he felt his swollen cockhead pressing against the back of her throat.
Barbara ground her fat tits into Bob's hairy legs as she sucked away at his delicious cock. She could feel every muscle in his body tensing as she began pumping her mouth up and down the full length of his burning shaft. Her mouth was sucking wildly all the time, filling the room with wet, obscene noises. The sound of their grunts and moaning almost drowned out the music playing in the background.
Barbara could feel how close Bob was to shooting his first load, and she wanted to take it up her cunt instead of in her mouth. The night was young and she would have plenty of time to suck in all the cum she wanted later. But his first hot spending she wanted to splash against the walls of her pussy.
Barbara climbed out from between Bob's legs and literally jumped into his lap. Her aim had been perfect, and she drove his burning cock all the way into her moist cunt on the very first try. With his shaft firmly embedded inside her steaming oven of a cunt, she went to work on the shirt he was still wearing. In a matter of moments, she had tom the buttons open and ripped the garment from his back.
Barbara wrapped her arms around Bob's neck and crushed her thrusting tits into his manly chest. The tight curls of the hair covering his chest rubbed against her erect nipples, making them ache with lust. Her lips mashed against his, while her tongue forced its way into the very recesses of his mouth.
Bob lifted his ass off the sofa seat again and again, each time ramming his cock up into Barbara's throbbing cunt. He could feel muscles hidden in the walls of her pussy tightening around his thick shaft. Her wonderful twat was actually sucking the cum from his cock!
Barbara's sharp nails dug into her lover's strong back as she slammed down to meet each new thrust of Bob's hips. Their mouths locked and they sucked away in their burning embrace.
Bob wanted to come with his beautiful actress. He slammed away at her cunt with the club of his mighty tool, fighting to hold back the flood waters of his own climax.
Suddenly, Barbara pulled her face back from Bob's, and a high-pitched scream burst from her lips. She began pistoning her entire body up and down on the thickness of his Cock. The top half of her body thrashed from side to side while her hair whipped back and forth across Bob's face.
Bob's climax smashed in his head with the force of a ton of TNT. Burst after burst of hot cum came gushing out of the tip of his prick, filling Barbara's belly with his love juices.
Barbara dug her teeth into the hardness of Bob's left shoulder as the full force of her climax hit. Tears of joy were welling up in her eyes as she crashed through the barriers holding back the full force of her lust.
When she felt Bob's cock exploding deep in her cunt, Barbara's pleasure was complete. The heat of his juices splashing against the walls of her cunt made her mind soar to the height of her passion.
Barbara knew she had made it in New York. She knew her star was on the rise, and she had every intention of riding that star just as high as it would take her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bob Reynolds and Barbara Gilbert spend a wild night exploring the narrowest passageways of the twilight world of sex. In the early hours, around four or five in the morning, they dropped off to sleep, exhausted by their spent passions. They had moved the scene of their lovemaking from the living room to one of the spacious bedrooms on the upper floor.
Barbara was even more impressed by her host's bedroom than she was with the living room in his dream apartment. The large room was done in warm, rich tones of dark chocolate. Except for the built-in bookshelves, the walls were wood-paneled. The carpet was brown and at least two inches thick. Even the sheets on the huge, round bed were the same shade of brown.
When Bob left for the office in the morning, he took care not to awaken Barbara. She looked like a sleeping angel as he wrote out a quick note to leave her on the dresser against one of the walls near the bed. Before leaving, he took care to draw the heavy curtains against the rising sun.
When Barbara's eyes blinked open at a little past eleven, she wasn't quite sure where the hell she was. It took a few long moments to realize that she was still in Bob Reynolds' apartment. The door to the adjoining bathroom had been left open, and the sunken bathtub looked more than just inviting. Even after seven hours of sleep, she was still a little tired, and knew that a nice hot bath would do wonders for her tight muscles.
Kicking the sheets from her legs, she swung them over the edge of the bed and struggled to her feet. She was a little unsure of herself for the first few steps, then seemed to regain control as she took Bob's note from the dresser. It was written on expensive stationery and Barbara enjoyed its short message.
"You're marvelous! Will call later in the day. Love, Bob."
Stepping into the handsome producer's bathroom, Barbara noted how well stocked it was. She found at least a dozen expensive and varied brands of perfumes, colognes and bath salts. It was obvious that Bob was used to having female guests with the best tastes. Barbara liked being a member of such an elite group.
The water swirled hypnotically as she filled the large black marble tub. She decided to add a scented bubble bath to the steamy water. She was content to just watch the water for the five minutes it took to fill the bath.
Barbara had never been in a tub so huge in her entire life, and it was an experience that thrilled her. Right at that moment, she made up her mind to build the greatest bathroom imaginable once she achieved the fame and fortune that appeared to be in the near future.
Using a huge natural sponge, she rubbed creamy soap into her smooth skin. The water covered her entire body, right up to her neck. She felt safe and warm, protected by the surrounding water. The erotic aroma of the bath oil she had used made her nostrils flare as her right hand dropped into her lap. In a moment, she was thrilling the lips of her cunt with the tips of her fingers. The sponge and soap slipped from her grasp as she began to turn herself on.
Images of the previous night's fun danced in her mind as she played with herself. She remembered how marvelous Bob's cock had felt plunged deep into her asshole, her cunt, and down her throat. She moved her fingers more firmly as she recalled sucking her own tits the night before.
It wasn't long before Barbara's hands had worked her body over the peak of a small but satisfying orgasm. After allowing herself plenty of time to enjoy the echoes of her satisfied desires, she pushed herself down to the foot of the tub and adjusted warm water to the shower head above.
As the tub drained in a whirlpool around her slender ankles, Barbara let the cascading water wash the soap from her smooth, perfect skin. Reaching for a shampoo from the shelf in the wall, she ducked her head under the stream of water. In another minute, she was scrubbing the creme into her wet hair.
When the last soap bubble was rinsed from her body, Barbara leaned forward and turned off the shower. With droplets running down her rich curves, she stepped out of the tub. An infra-red lamp was built into the ceiling and it warmed her instantly as she reached for one of the huge towels hung on hooks on the back of the door.
Once again, Barbara was impressed with the preparations laid out before her--combs, brushed, hair dryer, anything she could have asked for. It suddenly occurred to her that she saw none of Bob's things. She was probably in a room that he kept just for entertaining. Now, that was class!
Barbara took her time drying herself. She was extra careful about her hair. She knew how sexy her hair was when it was done just right. When she'd finished, she wrapped a fresh towel around her body, tucking it together beside her right breast. With nothing to do until Bob called, she decided to explore the apartment. She was eager to see what other delights the dream apartment held.
Barbara crossed the bedroom and headed out into the hallway at the top of the stairs. She looked clean and fresh wearing only the tightly tucked towel around her lush figure. Leaning over the banister, she could hear someone working in the kitchen. Perhaps it was Bob's maid or cook. Barbara giggled to herself as she decided to investigate.
Barbara liked the idea of having servants around. It really made her feel like a princess in a fairytale. Holding her head and shoulders high, she strode down the staircase proudly. Turning at the foot of the stairs, she headed right for the kitchen, the source of the busy noises.
"Good morning. I was wondering when you'd be down after I heard the sound of your bath," the young woman said, looking up from the eggs she was cooking on the stove.
Barbara wasn't ready for the sight of a luscious honey-blonde merrily working away. The young woman looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. There was a soft lilt to her voice, like the voice of a singer. The girl was wearing a pair of dark blue slacks and a colorful blue print blouse.
"My name's Nina," the young woman continued, with a broad inviting smile. "Can I fix you something?" she asked, an innocent look crossing her face.
"Well, sure... I guess so," Barbara replied, not quite sure of how to handle the situation. "That looks pretty good," she added, motioning to the fry pan on the stove. "By the way, my name's Barbara. Barbara Gilbert."
Nina was glad to see that Barbara was beginning to relax. She could understand all the doubts and confusions that were swirling in Barbara's mind. She'd been an out-of-town girl once, just getting to know the ropes.
Barbara could hardly take her eyes off the beautiful woman cooking brunch. As she stared at the young woman's perfect features, she began to recognize her. She was a fairly famous model that had appeared in countless television commercials.
Nina could see that Barbara knew her face, and she was flattered to be recognized. She had been a top model for a good five years, but still loved the feeling of being famous and admired. Nina had begun in the business at the age of twenty-one and had risen to the top of her profession in a relatively short time.
"I guess I should explain what the hell I'm doing here," Nina laughed, serving Barbara a generous portion of well-prepared eggs.
"I was getting a little curious," Barbara joked back, being quickly put at ease by her perfectly charming hostess.
"Bob and I are really very good friends. I actually live in L.A., but I'm in town for a few days. A big layout for some magazine or other. I use this place for a chance to catch my breath every once in a while. Bob's good about that."
Barbara didn't have to be told why. Nina had a spectacular body, and she couldn't imagine any man not just loving to have her around. She looked like she knew just how to handle that wild body of hers. Barbara could see herself in Nina's position in the not that distant future. She had a good idea that the famous model had gotten her start just the way she was getting hers--between Bob's strong legs!
"Bob mentioned that you were upstairs when he left this morning," Nina added, serving herself another portion of eggs. "I hope I didn't startle you when you came in a few minutes ago."
"Not at all. As a matter of fact, I was a little hungry and the smell of these eggs cooking was really turning me on," Barbara replied cheerfully, digging into the meal that had been set before her.
As Barbara ate, she looked down into her lap to see the front of the towel wrap she was wearing part, showing off the softness of her legs and thighs. When Nina sat down, their knees brushed together. Sparks of excitement passed between the two women as they ate in silence.
"How did you and Bob meet?" Nina asked, after they both finished eating and sat back to relax with a cigarette. "I hope I don't appear too pushy," she quickly added, again not wanting to frighten or intimidate Barbara by coming on too strong.
"Don't be silly," Barbara replied, putting her new-found friend at ease. "We met at the agency, at an audition for a commercial. I won," she proudly added.
"I can see why," Nina purred, allowing her eyes to stray down the front of Barbara's chest to the tops of her swollen mounds. She could see the start of her deep cleavage before it became hidden by the tightly wrapped towel.
After eating, Barbara allowed the older woman to lead her into the living room. It was more than obvious that Nina knew her way around the huge apartment like the back of her own hand. As Barbara headed for the sofa that had been the scene of her seduction the night before, Nina headed for the elaborate bar.
"What'll you have?" Nina purred, looking over her shoulder as she began to fix her own drink.
"A Scotch on the rocks would be just fine," Barbara said, looking up from the rounded perfection of Nina's ass cheeks when she answered. "Make it a double," she quickly added, starting to feel the sexual charge in the air.
Nina also felt the excitement mounting, especially in the pit of her stomach. Barbara was lovely, and she couldn't wait for a chance to suck the beautiful woman's cunt. Nina dug cock, but she dug a sweet-tasting pussy almost as much. And at that moment, she had eyes for the twat demurely hidden behind the edge of the towel Barbara was wearing.
"Here you go, honey," Nina said, passing Barbara her drink as she curled up beside her new friend on the sofa.
Barbara couldn't help but notice how similar this afternoon was becoming compared to the previous night. She was seated in the same room, on the same piece of furniture with the same growing heat in the pit of her stomach. Her nostrils flared with the erotic scent of the famous woman crowding up against her.
Through the thin blouse she was wearing, Nina could feel Barbara's naked shoulder against her hard nipples. She could hear the younger woman's strained breathing filling the cool room.
As Barbara held the glass to her lips, she kept her eyes trained on the fascinating woman beside her. Nothing felt unusual about Nina draping her arm around Barbara's shoulders. Nothing felt strange about the way the older woman's fingers began drawing little circles against her guest's soft, naked skin.
Nina brought her other arm up around Barbara's neck and literally pulled herself onto the other woman's lap. Her hot tits pressed against the front of Barbara's body as she crushed the girl's lips with her own. Before a split-second had passed, Nina was forcing her friend's lips and teeth open and exploring the inner recesses of her steaming mouth.
Nina made their kiss last a long, long time, then pulled away from the heat of Barbara's body. She took her friend's drink and placed it with her own on the coffee table, just as Bob Reynolds had done the night before.
When Nina turned her attentions back to Barbara, she was pleased by the burning look of lust in the woman's eyes. Something told her that the younger woman was a virgin when it came to the ways of lesbian love. And Nina knew that she was just the woman to spend an exciting, relaxing afternoon with.
Barbara could hardly grasp all the changes that were coming over her in so short a time. She had actually been quite inexperienced in the ways of wanton sex. But she knew she was learning fast--surprisingly fast.
Nina's hands went right for the tucked in edge of Barbara's towel. With a quick tug, she pulled the material out, letting the damp towel fall away from her friend's incredible body. She had suspected that Barbara was really stacked, but this was her first chance to check on those suspicions.
Nina's eyes went wide with excitement when she feasted her gaze on the thrusting fullness of Barbara's fat tits. She could hardly wait to wrap her lips around the dark, erect nipples at the tips of the younger woman's alabaster mounds. Her hands trembled as she imagined sinking them into the softness of those ripe melons.
Nina didn't hold herself back for long. Lunging forward, she captured Barbara's right nipple in her hot mouth and was sucking away at the hard nub of dark brown flesh. Her tongue lashed over the sensitive nub again and again, and she could feel the younger woman's body responding to her skilled love-making.
Barbara's hands flew to the back of Nina's head and pushed the woman tighter against her breasts. She was going wild at the feel of her hungry mouth. It didn't feel as rough or clumsy as a man's mouth usually did. As a matter of fact, it felt just like those marvelous sensations she'd felt when she sucked her own tit for the first time the night before.
Barbara's hands worked nimbly between their bodies and were soon undoing the few buttons that held the tight blouse in place. She was glad her friend wasn't wearing any bra. Nina's tits were beautiful, full and thrusting. Her nipples were hot and ready as she pressed them back against Barbara's naked chest.
Barbara was more than ready for her first taste of fresh cunt-cream. Her hands traveled down the front of Nina's body into the steaming heat between the older woman's legs. Through the thin material of her slacks, she could feel her cunt lips quivering with excitement. Her fingers moved to the hidden zipper on the side of the garment, and she was quickly stripping the older, more experienced woman.
Barbara was surprised at her own lack of guilt feelings as she helped Nina strip her slacks off and toss them out of the way. She had never made love to another woman before, yet she instinctively knew what to do. After the slacks were done with, she attacked Nina's blouse, quickly getting the flimsy garment out of the way.
"Now we're a matched set!" Barbara exclaimed, her eyes taking in all of Nina's nakedness.
Cupping one fat tit in each palm, Nina held her luscious body out toward Barbara, offering herself to the beautiful woman. Barbara eagerly accepted the invitation. Soon the room was filled with the wet, wild sounds of one wanton woman sucking the tits of another.
Nina ground her cunt down against Barbara's knee as she pressed her tits to the girl's face. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing as she thrilled the erect nub of her clitoris against the other woman's body.
Barbara dug the way Nina was grooving with her entire body. There was a carefree, devil-may-care attitude about sex with this fascinating woman, and it was really an aphrodisiac. Nina's tits were the first pair she had ever gotten her mouth on, but she was sure it would be an awfully difficult task to find a firmer, bigger set of jugs.
Nina swung off Barbara's lap onto the floor. Using the edges of the towel, she dragged her friend down onto the floor on top of her. Barely missing the sharp comer of the coffee table, they rolled around on the floor, locked in a tight embrace, enjoying the warmth of each other's erupting excitement.
Until each was staring into the other's sopping wet cunt, Barbara didn't realize that they were actually positioning themselves into the classic sixty-nine pose.
But Nina knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that Bob was hidden behind a secret, two-way mirror filming the entire seduction scene! She was an actress in an XXX-rated film that was being done right at that moment.
Nina had known about Bob's sideline as a pornographic film-maker almost from the start. It should have been equally apparent to Barbara, but it wasn't. The younger woman didn't know that producers in advertising agencies, even top producers, didn't earn the kind of bread that would pay for a layout like Bob's. Rent was actually scored from the money he made using models in skin flicks.
Bob liked to shoot a woman's first footage without her knowing it. He was sure Barbara Gilbert would jump at the bread erotic films paid, but he wanted to make a little screen test of his own--for his personal collection of films that he showed at parties and during some of the wild orgies he was always throwing for his closest friends.
Bob had long ago found out that a woman not trained to perform sex in front of the camera was often too embarrassed or self-conscious to look really natural. When he showed them the films he'd taken without telling, most of the women in question would always become fascinated by their own sexuality, and would become turned on by the whole thing.
And Bob was sure Barbara would fit right into the mold. He was a good judge of character, and knew that Barbara would be just right for the wild things he had in store for her.
Bob's opinion of Barbara was quite correct, and though she didn't know what was going on, she wouldn't have objected to it if she had. Barbara knew that this was her first real break, her first real shot at that brass ring on the merry-go-round of sophisticated New York.
Barbara took to the taste of Nina's cunt like a fish takes to water. She was sucking wildly, letting the older woman's love juices coat the inside of her mouth as she thrilled to the sweet-bitter taste. Her hands reached up to the rounded mounds of Nina's buttocks and her fingers crept into the deep crack. In another second, she was toying with the tight ring of her lover's anus.
Nina had sucked many women in the past five years, but none delicious as the little cunt beneath her at that moment. She could feel Barbara's thighs locked around the sides of her head, keeping her hungry mouth tight to the gaping slit of her sopping pussy.
Barbara's tongue forced its way into the steaming heat of Nina's cunt, sucking the overflowing juices from the folds of burning, raw flesh. With her nose ground against the other woman's throbbing clit, she slammed one of her fingertips into Nina's asshole.
Nina was less sure of how innocent Barbara was when she felt the younger woman's finger rammed straight up her anal canal. She flexed muscles hidden deep in her bowels, tightening them around her friend's probing finger.
Barbara could hardly cope with the feelings she was experiencing beneath the assault of Nina's well-trained mouth. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined sex between two women to be so wonderful. As her own orgasm tightened in the pit of her stomach, she doubled the efforts of her mouth on Nina's cunt.
Bob was alone in the secret room, filming the wanton display going on in the adjoining room. He was shooting sixteen mm. sound film, and adjusted the volume knob on the camera as his cock grew larger and larger.
Looking through the range-finder, he zoomed in on a tight shot of Barbara's ass crack, remembering how tight the ring of her ass had been as it sucked away on the thick shaft of his cock. Closing his eyes for a moment, he recalled the feel of his heavy, cum-filled balls bouncing against her crotch as he buggered the hell out of her saucy ass.
By that time, Nina had forgotten about the whirling camera on the other side of the two-way mirror. The only thing filling her mind at that point was the feel of Barbara's mouth sucking and licking away at the deepest recesses of her pussy.
Digging her fingers even deeper into the firm flesh of Nina's buttocks, Barbara pushed her face around the woman's crotch and into the long crack of her ass. Her long tongue slipped out to its full length, its tip licking the outline of her anal entranceway. The younger woman was fascinated by the strong taste of her friend's body while her mouth slaved away.
The touch of Barbara's lips, teeth and tongue made every muscle in Nina's thrilling body shake with excitement. She squirmed around on top of the other woman, positioning herself to receive the maximum pleasure of Barbara's efforts.
"GO, GO, GO, you bitch!" Nina screamed, grinding her ass down onto Barbara's face. "Suck the shit out of me!" she continued, thrashing her body in all directions at once.
Barbara didn't really need the encouragement, but she enjoyed the sound of her friend's pleading and screaming. Without moving her mouth from its treasure, she moved one of her hands back to Nina's pussy, Grasping the older woman's clit between two fingers, she began to twist and thrill the nub of hard, hot flesh.
Bob captured Nina's tortured screams on the sound track of the film as he focused for a tight shot of Barbara's fingers playing with the other woman's cunt. The pictures he was taking at that moment were destined to become the prize of his collection. Nina had been careful to position herself and Barbara at a perfect angle for the hidden camera.
As she gasped for air to fan the flames of lust burning within her, Nina pulled her face out of the steaming heat of Barbara's cunt. She was pounding her body against Barbara's, slamming her pussy and asshole against the woman's mouth and fingers again and again.
When the crushing weight of Nina's orgasm rippled through her body, Barbara was right there with her. Making someone else come had never been enough to trigger her own climax, and once again, Barbara was experiencing something she had never felt before.
Watching Nina and Barbara climaxing together was more than Bob could stand. Loading the camera with a fresh roll of film, he aimed the lens at their thrashing bodies and headed out to join the fun and games.
Barbara's view was blocked by Nina's sweating body, and she didn't see him coming into the room. In the far distance of her mind, she heard a door being opened and closed but pushed it out of her thoughts. She was much too caught up in the lust of the moment.
Bob couldn't resist the sight of Nina's asshole waving in the breeze as she soared through climax after climax. Straddling the two women's heaving bodies, he grabbed his cock and pushed it into the deep crack of Nina's ass.
Barbara was vaguely aware of someone else in the room, but she was too wrapped up in her own thing to give a shit who it was. She could feel a man's legs on either side of her head and when she reached up, she found a pair of hot, hanging balls within easy grasp.
The muscles in Bob's thighs and legs tightened when he felt Barbara's fingers on the thickness of his shaft. Standing on his knees while he braced himself with his hands on Nina's hips, he shot the lower portion of his body forward, slamming the swollen head of his blood-filled cock deep into the heat of the model's tight-ringed asshole.
The howl that left Nina's lips as Bob's cock ripped into her ass echoed off the walls like the sound of a gunshot. The pain was intense, but she knew that it would quickly pass, to be replaced by the ultimate in pleasure. She fought back the urge to pass out from the agony.
As Bob's cock began to slip in and out of Nina's asshole, Barbara began licking away at the stiff shaft of his prick. Her fingers toyed with both Nina's cunt and Bob's cock as another rushing orgasm flooded through her brain. She was more turned on at that moment than she'd been at any other moment in her young life. She felt more alive, more vibrant right then and there than ever before.
Bob pistoned his cock in and out of Nina's asshole, moving faster and faster as he felt the cum boiling in his aching balls. He could feel the nearness of his orgasm and doubled his efforts.
With one incredible thrust of his hips, Bob's cock exploded, flooding Nina's asshole with his steaming juices. He could feel the cum splashing the walls of her anal canal, bathing his cock in the thick cream of his passion.
The nerves in Nina's body were short-circuited by the multitude of sensations she was feeling. With her lover's prick still rammed up her asshole, she fell forward, her body jerking and thrashing on the floor as Bob kept pounding away at her. Her naked tits were rubbed raw against the deep-pile carpet.
For the first time, Barbara could see who the new member of their little party was, and she was more than pleased to find it was Bob. He had proved himself a fantastic lover the night before, and she was eager to taste his very special brand of lovemaking again.
Nina looked like she was in the throes of a spastic fit as Barbara crawled over to her side. The younger woman bent forward and pushed her face into Nina's crotch. Her long tongue scooped up the excess love juices overflowing Nina's cunt, loving the taste of every drop of precious fluid.
Bob pulled his dick out of Nina's asshole, letting the spent fluid roll down its softened length. He rolled over onto his back, relaxing to enjoy the fading echoes of his satisfied desires. He was still wearing his slacks, which were hanging around his ankles in a wrinkled twist of material.
Barbara felt like a raving beast with the sex drive of a bombed out nymphomaniac. Even though Bob's cock was limp as a dishrag, she couldn't pass up the chance to take the tool into her mouth. Crawling on the floor on her hands and knees like a jungle cat, she was soon snuggling her face into his sweating, hot crotch.
"This chick is really too much!" Bob exclaimed, patting Barbara on the head as she fitted his exhausted cock between her teeth.
Barbara was pleased at Bob's compliments. She knew how important a guy he was, and treasured the things he said. A breath caught in her throat when she felt his strong, sure hands on her fat tits. He was rubbing his palms into her already erect nipples, bringing her blood to a slow boil.
"I've got a feeling this is going to be one hell of a long afternoon," Nina said, struggling to her feet. "I better get us some nourishment," she laughed, heading toward the well-stocked bar.
"Sounds like a splendid idea," Bob replied, thrilling to the soft and steady sucking on his prick.
Nina fixed a pitcher of martinis and brought it back to the couch, along with some glasses. She placed them on the coffee table facing the sofa and sat back with a cool drink to enjoy the show that was being performed at her feet. Nina was a model, used to having people stare at her body. It was pleasant to do the staring for a change.
Barbara wanted to ask her host what he was doing home, but she was much too busy with his stiffening cock. Even though he had just unloaded a full load of boiling cum into Nina's asshole, Bob's hot rod was quickly regaining its full strength. As she worked her mouth up and down the shaft, she felt the bloated head of his dick pressing against the back of her throat. She had to fight back the choking sensation as she slaved away between Bob's wide open legs and thighs.
After the sound ass fucking Bob had just treated her to, Nina needed a few moments to relax. The thickness of her lover's shaft had stretched the ring of her anus to its fullest limits. A smile curled up the comers of her sensual lips as she watched over the rim of her glass.
Nina was in a playful mood. With Barbara's ass wiggling a few feet away, she couldn't resist a chance to have a little fun. Extending her foot out in front of her, she slipped her toes into the deep crack of the woman's ass. Chuckling softly, she let the tip of her foot toy with the tight ring of Barbara's asshole.
Barbara was a little annoyed at her friend's playfulness. Nina's actions were distracting and she tried to squirm out of the reach of that probing foot. But Bob was watching the whole scene, and he was amused by the older model's actions. He held Barbara in position, making the novice actress submit to Nina's humiliating fun.
Nina pressed the tip of her big toe to the tight ring of Barbara's anus. Stretching her leg out, she rammed her toe into the hot canal. She could feel the other woman's body trembling beneath the assault of her foot.
Barbara hated the perverted game Nina was playing with her body, but she knew Bob didn't want her to move. Even though the older woman's toenail was tearing at the sensitive walls of her ass, she stopped trying to move out of the way.
Bob was really turned on by Nina's imaginative mind, and he could feel the cum boiling in his aching balls. Reaching down, he wrapped his hands around the sides of Barbara's head and began pumping her face up and down the length of his cock. He could feel the sweat dripping from the wanton bitch's forehead as he slammed his prick deeper and deeper down her throat.
Nina began to giggle as she felt Barbara pushing back to meet her delving toe. She realized that her young friend had begun to dig the wild scene. She could feel muscles deep in Barbara's anal canal tightening around her big toe, using it like a stubby dildo.
With the suddenness of his crashing orgasm, the tip of Bob's cock erupted, shooting its heavy load down Barbara's throat. The young woman gasped as spurt after spurt of thick cream splashed into her churning belly. The salty taste of his passion triggered her own climax.
Bob lifted his ass off the thick carpet as his mind swirled in the throes of lust. He could feel the roughness of Barbara's tongue on the underside of his prick while her lips sucked until it was empty.
Barbara's grunts were like music to Nina's ears. She was thrilled at the power her foot held over the younger woman. The sheer perversion of the scene was really turning her on and she doubled her efforts as she saw her friend orgasming.
When Barbara had sucked the last steaming drops of cum from Bob's raging prick, she was already caught in the thrashings of her own desires. She felt the handsome stud's hands pushing her out of his crotch, pulling the limp shaft from between her quivering lips. She fell heavily against the floor but could feel no pain. Her mind was filled with the force of her seemingly endless climaxing.
Once Bob was able, he stumbled to his feet and rushed out of the room. He headed straight for the adjoining room and the film equipment that was hidden behind the two-way mirror. Quickly reloading the camera, he pressed his eye to the viewfinder and began shooting. The footage of Nina with her foot rammed up Barbara's asshole would certainly occupy a prized place in his collection, and he wanted to make sure the camera was focused exactly right.
But Bob couldn't get quite the shots and angles he wanted from his place in the hidden room. Lifting the camera off its tripod and tucking it under his arm, he headed into the living room. Like a man obsessed with perfection, he circled Nina and Barbara, filming their naked, horny bodies from every possible angle.
"How do you want me to pose?" Nina shouted, cupping a firm breast in each hand and holding them out toward the lens.
Barbara was shocked back to reality by the sight of the camera. Going crazy on the floor of some stud's wild apartment was one thing, but having it all filmed was quite another. All she could think about was being blackmailed, and the thought horrified her.
"What the fuck's going on?" she screamed, struggling to get out from under Nina's foot.
But the older woman had no intention of having Barbara ruin her lover's pictures. Lifting up her other leg, she slammed her free foot into Barbara's face. The force of her kick put a stop to the angry protests. Her screams had been transformed into soft whimpers, which fell on deaf ears.
"Make her come, honey," Bob called to Nina. "Make her come one more time for me," he continued, zooming in for a close-up of Nina's foot working away in the deep crack of Barbara's asshole.
Nina couldn't have been happier to carry out Bob's orders. There was a brutal, sadistic streak in the older woman's make-up, and she was enjoying the humiliation she was putting Barbara through.
"Please... please don't do this," Barbara begged, trying to hide her face as Bob moved in for another close-up.
But Nina kicked Barbara's arm out from in front of her face so Bob had a clear view of her twisted features. As much as she hated what was happening, Barbara could hold back the building orgasm that raced through her blood. Before she could stop herself, she felt waves of passion flooding her brain, covering the sound of Bob's camera only inches away from her trembling lips.
Barbara's orgasm was tremendous, and Bob captured it all on film. He could hardly wait to develop the film and show it to all his homy friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
Barbara didn't get home until four o'clock the following morning. Before she left Bob's apartment, he and Nina had convinced her that there was no reason to be upset over the films taken of her.
"After all," Bob told her, "I have a lot of friends in casting, and I'm sure they'll all be impressed with your little screen test."
Barbara had made up her mind to do whatever was asked of her in her quest to make it to the big time, and she was sure Bob was telling her the truth. As a matter of fact, she had suggested some special solo poses before she left.
Stoned on booze, she had Bob film her as she fingered away between her own legs and wrapped her mouth around the throbbing hardness of her own nipples. She encouraged the handsome stud to shoot her from all angles, making sure those casting directors had something to really turn their homy cocks on.
Barbara was past the point of exhaustion when she stumbled back into her apartment. Quickly stripping her clothes off, she fell into her bed and was asleep within moments of her head hitting the pillow.
Though her body had been strained to the limit, Barbara's mind was a bottomless pit of lust and desire. A split-second after closing her eyes, images of her brother Billy flooded her brain.
Even in her sleep, Barbara's body was achingly tired. She dreamed about just lying back and letting Billy work his hot tongue up and down the full length of her statuesque figure. She imagined him starting at her toes and slowly moving up into her steaming crotch. She stirred in her sleep as she pictured his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and rolling the nub of sensitive flesh between his teeth.
In her dreams, she caressed the sides of his head with her hands, and ground her sopping wet cunt against his face. She tightened her legs around his neck, digging her heels into the boy's strong, smooth back. She kicked like a cowboy on a bronco, riding Billy's face closer and closer to the peak of her orgasm.
Barbara slept a full eight hours before the sun streaming through the unshaded windows woke her. Covering her eyes with the back of her arm, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully climbed to her feet. She was well-rested, but still felt weak after the treatment Bob and Nina had given her the night before.
Barbara was glad she had nothing planned for the rest of the day. It would give her time for a nice, relaxing bath. She was looking forward to the steaming hot water, filled with expensive perfumes and oils.
Barbara almost fell asleep in the soothing water, but was startled back to reality by the jangle of the phone, which she'd placed on a small table beside the tub. Beads of water rolled down her arm as she reached for it. Having the extension cord reach into the bathroom was something she was very glad she had done. It saved her lovely body the shock of the air-conditioned coldness.
"Hello," Barbara sighed, her lips brushing the mouthpiece of the instrument as she snuggled down into the warm water.
"Hi, baby," Bob laughed, "how are you feeling?"
"Just fine, darling. Just fine," she purred, instantly recognizing her new lover's voice. "But you should know that. You're the one that took care of me."
"I hope you're not doing anything tonight," he continued. "There are some people in town I'd like you to meet. How about joining us for dinner?"
"Sure," Barbara replied eagerly. "But tell me darling. Who am I going to meet?"
"Just the sponsor for that commercial you auditioned for the other day, that's all," Bob told her.
"Darling," she squealed, "that's absolutely marvelous! Thank you!"
"Be ready at eight, honey. And don't forget, you haven't got the account yet. The sponsor has the final say," Bob cautioned. "And Ted Sand can be a pretty tough customer."
"Don't worry, baby," Barbara cooed, her mind whirling with excitement. "I'll take care of Mr. Sand. And you can bet on that!"
"Meet you at Le Harve at eight, honey," Bob said, hanging up without waiting for Barbara's goodbyes.
Barbara knew that playing ball with Bob would mean an open door to the world of fame and success. But its realization still came as a shock that she would have to learn to get used to. With quite a bit of time before having to get ready for her important evening, Barbara leaned forward and adjusted a heavy flow of hot water from the faucet. She settled down for a nice long bath.
At that moment, many miles away, Billy Gilbert sat in his high school history class thinking about his sister's wonderful body. Since she had left for New York, he'd found himself daydreaming about her almost all the time. As usual, he went through that entire day with a solid hard-on. He couldn't wait to get home. In his room, he had photographs of Barbara in a bikini. Every day he raced home from school to jerk off while looking at those pictures.
Billy was feeling bad because Barbara hadn't been writing as often as she had at first. It had been a good month since he'd last heard from her, and his last two letters had gone unanswered. He was hurt by her insensitive behavior. But his bruised feelings didn't make him want her any the less.
Billy was glad that both his mother and father worked. That left him the house free until at least six o'clock. He could spend several hours in his room, blowing grass and jerking off, thinking about his sister. But that afternoon, he was in for a surprise.
Billy pushed through the back door of the house and strode into the kitchen. Suddenly, he froze in his tracks. Barbara was standing at the sink, her back toward him, rinsing off some dishes. Her lovely figure was unmistakable, naked beneath her favorite robe.
"Darling, you've come back!" Billy exclaimed, rushing forward while tossing his books onto the table.
When Billy's mother looked over her shoulder at her son, she saw his face go pale, the blood draining from his cheeks. Not realizing that the sound of the running water had covered his words, he ran from the room. He didn't want to face his mother after what he had said.
Helen Gilbert didn't like the look on Billy's face, but he rushed out of the room before she could say anything. The heavy drinking she had done all that afternoon made his behavior even more difficult to understand. She was taking advantage of half-a-day off. The doctor she worked for was out of town, and she'd closed the office at noon.
Turning off the water and drying her hands, Helen took a last deep swallow of Scotch and followed her son upstairs. Steadying herself on the banister, she failed to see that the sash holding the front of her robe had loosened. The deep cleavage between her still firm breasts was on view, as were quick glimpses of her thickly haired snatch.
"Billy, is anything wrong?" she asked, stepping into the doorway of her son's room.
Billy was sitting in a chair by the window, staring out into thin air. But he realized that he couldn't ignore his mother's question when she asked it a second time. Turning slowly, his chin began to quiver at the sight of her thrilling body framed in the doorway. He had never known how similar Helen's and Barbara's bodies were until that very moment.
"I... I just didn't expect to see you home this early," he stammered, struggling not to stare at his mother's half-exposed body.
"Well, dear, you looked kind of strange for a minute," she began, relieved that everything seemed to be okay. "I didn't mean to startle you, dear."
"It's just... just that you're wearing Barbara's robe and... and... " Billy paused, not knowing what he wanted to say. "I guess I didn't know that you and Barbara were built... kinda... the same way."
Helen knew a compliment when she got one, and enjoyed it. Her daughter had a great body, and she sure didn't mind being compared to her. Of course it was natural for Barbara to be on Billy's mind, Helen thought. They were very close and he was surely missing her.
"I can see that you've been thinking about your sister," Helen said, slowly stepping into the room.
Helen knew she had put away a little too much booze and was more than a little unsteady. She felt her hips swinging wildly as she moved. Luckily, she made it to the edge of the bed before getting too dizzy.
"We all miss Barbara terribly," Helen continued, trying to get things under control again.
When Helen felt a little straighter, she crossed her legs. For the first time, she realized how far open the front of her robe had slipped. Her tits and cunt were fully displayed in Billy's direction, and her son was taking full advantage of the situation.
"Oh, Billy," Helen said, slightly embarrassed as she pulled the robe tight around her firm, forty year old body. "Please forgive me. I was just relaxing around the house and didn't realize how revealing this robe is."
Helen couldn't hold back a giggle as the alcohol pumped through her veins. Billy was a handsome young man, and she couldn't help but be pleased by the look in his eager eyes. Helen was proud of her body, and she liked it when someone appreciated its firm curves and thrusts.
Billy knew that his mother was really stewed to the gills, and he allowed himself long, hard stares at her body. She was a stunningly mature version of Barbara, and his cock was getting hard just looking at her. He was amazed that it had taken him so long to see what a beautiful woman his mother was.
"I guess you can tell I was drinking, huh?" Helen giggled, beginning to lose control again. "I hope you won't tell daddy!"
"Don't worry about that," Billy replied, letting his eyes dance from one huge breast to the other. "Maybe you'd like some more?" he added eagerly. "Dad won't be home for a good three hours."
Helen didn't know what to say. She didn't expect things to be going in quite that direction. But the fact of the matter was that she really did want another drink. She tried to tell herself that another drink would steady her nerves, but even she didn't believe that.
"How about it?" Billy asked, his voice surer.
"Thank you, Billy. That would be very nice," she said, giggling at the way she slurred her words.
Billy was out of the room in a shot. He was afraid this was all some sort of dream, and he wanted to be back before it faded. Rushing down the stairs, he crossed the living room to the elaborate bar. He grabbed two glasses and the open bottle of Scotch and headed back to his room.
When he returned, Helen was a little more sprawled across his bed. The front of her robe had loosened again, and one ripe nipple had popped into view. Billy could just imagine sucking on the hard nub of flesh. He could imagine whipping his tongue back and forth over the throbbing nub.
Helen was pleased that Billy had brought a glass back for himself. Though she had never seen him drink alcohol, she was sure it wouldn't be the first time Scotch had passed his lips. Her son was big for his age, and she knew he traveled in a pretty face crowd.
Helen's eyes slowly traveled up and down the length of Billy's lean figure. She lingered on the crotch of his faded jeans, able to make out the outline of his shaft against the tight material. Several buttons were open at the neck of his shirt, and her mind filled with thoughts of feeling his smooth, hard chest crushed down against her thrusting tits.
When Helen caught herself enjoying the perverted idea of fucking her own son, she was more than just a little shocked. But in truth she was thrilled by the whole scene. Few studs were as handsome or as strong looking as Billy, and she was sure he would be marvelous in bed.
"Pour us some drinks," Helen purred, throwing all caution to the winds. "My throat is getting a little dry."
"Whatever you say, Mom," Billy replied, no longer trying to hide the lust in his eyes as looked at Helen's delightful body.
Helen felt a warm glow spreading through her bloodstream once she had made up her mind to live for the moment. She could hardly blame herself, she thought. Her husband had been anything but passionate for some time, obviously bored with her wonderful body.
Billy poured two strong drinks and placed the half-empty bottle on a night stand beside the bed. Holding the two almost full glasses, he lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed next to his mother. He could hear a sigh escape her lips as their bodies brushed against each other.
"Thank you, dear," Helen said, placing one hand on the boy's shoulder as she took her glass with the other. "Just the way I like it," she laughed, "good and strong."
With that, Helen leaned her head back, brought the edge of the glass to her lips and took a deep swallow. The warm Scotch burned her throat on the way into her churning belly. She braced herself for the sting as she waited for the blurring cloud of booze to fill her brain.
Billy had no idea what a drinker his mother was, and he was impressed. He also realized he would have to take it easier. He wasn't used to drinking in the afternoon, and wasn't sure he could handle himself any where near as well.
"Barbara's leaving kind of brings us a little closer," Helen said, her hand moving along the top of his shoulder to the base of his strong neck.
"I know what you mean, Mom," Billy replied, enjoying the experienced touch of Helen's fingers toying with the hairs running up the back of his neck. "I guess we both feel pretty sad," he continued, snuggling up closer to his mother's lush body.
Feeling the eagerness in Billy's body really turned Helen on. Charges of electricity shot through her bloodstream. She thrilled to the warmth radiating from his powerful loins. Bringing the half-filled glass back to her lips, she took another deep swallow. She had the distinct feeling that she was going to need all the support she could get.
Billy was having a hard time not gagging on his strong drink. He wanted to catch up with his mother, but was careful not to get too drunk too quickly. He was confident that he would have ample change to work off the effects of the booze before very long.
Helen was more loaded than even she realized. She was slumped against her son's athletic body, the front of her robe fully open. Her entire left tit was hanging out, resting against Billy's right arm. She knew he could feel the intense heat from her breasts through the thin summer shirt he was wearing.
Billy's breath caught in his throat as Helen's fingers began slowly undoing the row of buttons down the front of his shirt. He could feel the sharp edges of her manicured nails against the hardness of his chest.
"You've really grown into quite a handsome stud," Helen giggled, slipping her hand underneath his shirt and rubbing her palm down hard against his young body.
Helen could feel her son's muscles tensing beneath her skilled touch. Glancing down between his legs, she could see how big and hard Billy's cock had grown within the confines of his tight-fitting jeans. Her mouth was beginning to quiver in anticipation of the cocksucking that she had planned for her young lover.
Helen didn't have to be told that Billy was more than ready for a good roll in the hay, but she wanted to tease him a little. She wanted to bring his body to the boiling point. She thought hard before deciding what to do.
Unwrapping herself from around Billy's strong shoulders, Helen pulled herself to her feet. She thrilled to the look of hunger and confusion that filled his face. He didn't know about the delightful show Helen was planning for his entertainment.
"Did you really mistake me for Barbara?" Helen coyly asked, stepping a few feet away from the bed.
Billy couldn't take his eyes off his mother's body as she stood posing in the center of the room. She wrapped her robe around herself tightly, letting the thin material mold to her every curve. She was standing with her legs placed apart. The robe was parted in the front, showing off her legs, thighs and cunt.
"I really did, Mom," Billy answered, lifting his eyes from her steaming crotch to her beautiful face. "Honest!" he added, letting his gaze return to her half-naked pussy.
"That's very flattering," Helen continued, turning the comers of her mouth up into the warmest, most inviting smile she could manage. "But how can you be sure? I mean, you haven't had a chance to get a good look at my body, have you?"
Helen was enjoying her little cat and mouse game. She also knew that her son's penis was getting bigger and harder by the minute. She congratulated herself on the way everything was going as she untied the sash from around her narrow waist.
Dropping the strip of cloth to the floor beside her feet, she kept the front of her robe tightly closed. She had every intention of showing herself off to the boy, but she wanted to decide when and how to do it.
"You're right, Mom," Billy said, squirming to accommodate the swelling of his ramrod. "I haven't had a real good look at your body. How about it?"
Billy made it easy for Helen to act out their little fantasy. He and Barbara had gone through quite a similar seduction, and he knew that his reward lay within reach. Actually, his mother was even wilder than his sister had been, and her mature body promised even more exciting adventures.
"You've been about the best son any mother could ask for," Helen began, slipping the robe off one smooth shoulder. "And I think you should be rewarded," she continued, slipping her other shoulder out of the sexy, expensive garment.
The thrust of Helen's tits were enough to hold her robe in place. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, deep-pitched and soaked with honey. She laughed at the gasp that escaped Billy's tightly drawn lips as the rounded tops of her breasts slowly came into view. Helen was carefully allowing the thin garment to slide down the length of her body.
The top of Helen's robe slipped down to her waist, and she crossed her arms beneath the thrusting fullness of her fat tits. With her son's wide eyes warming her skin, she lifted those melons up toward him. She was sure she could see his mouth watering as he imagined sucking the shit out of her hard nipples.
"What do you think so far, honey?" Helen asked, pulling her arms out from under her chest and letting the fat globes bounce heavily.
"Wow!" Billy whistled. "You sure got some body, Mom."
"Thank you, darling," Helen replied, blowing her son a kiss through pursed lips. "I'll have to show you some more. Would you like that?" she asked, knowing full well what Billy's eager answer would be.
Helen wasn't disappointed. Billy's voice was shaking with lust. His eyes burned with the need to see more of her incredible body. He could almost taste the sweetness of her cunt juice as his eyes delved into the hidden treasure between her legs.
With one sudden move, Helen let the garment slide down the rest of her body, forming a soft pool around her ankles. For a moment, her naked figure was on display. Billy didn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation. He was getting his first unobstructed view of her sopping pussy. He could even smell the heady aroma of her womanly scent as she stood showing herself off.
But in another instant, Helen had turned her back toward Billy. She still wanted to keep a tight hold on what was happening. She felt she could bring her son even closer to the edge of torture.
Helen's tits might not have been quite as firm as Barbara's, but her ass was even better than her daughter's. Billy was hypnotized by the rounded perfection of her half-moons. His tongue ached to slip down the deep crevice and toy with the tight ring of her anus.
With her legs spread apart, Helen was sure that her son could see the curls of her pubic hair peeking around her pussy. Leaning forward, she decided to give him something special to feast his eyes on. Reaching behind her back, she grasped a firm asscheek in each hand and pulled them apart.
The cool air on her steaming asshole sent a shiver racing up the length of her horny body. She could hear her son's labored breathing clearly in the otherwise silent room. Certain of his attention, Helen began slowly rolling her ass and hips.
Billy had held himself back just as long as he could, but he finally had to give in. He knew that his mother was running the show, but it didn't much matter. He needed her body, and he needed it at that very moment. Rushing from the bed, he fell down to his knees behind her and pushed his face into the long crack of her ass.
Helen often had fantasies about having her asshole sucked, but this was the first time anyone had actually done it. The sensation was beyond description, beyond her wildest dreams. She laughed to herself as the image of being found by her husband flashed through her thoughts.
"Darling!" Helen squealed, pushing her asshole against Billy's slaving mouth. "That feels out of this fucking world! Just out of this fucking world!"
Billy liked to hear his mother cursing. It made everything so much sexier. As he doubled his efforts, Helen's cunt hairs tickled his chin. But the young stud wasn't in any mood to laugh as his tongue probed deeper and deeper in the forbidden hole.
Billy dug his strong fingers into the firm flesh of Helen's hips and began lapping the length of her asscrack. He knew just what he was doing, and he knew the effect his actions were having on the turned-on bitch!
Helen felt as though the top of her head was about to explode as she swooned beneath her son's well-trained mouth. It was obvious her boy was a lot more experienced than she had thought. It was a delightful surprise to be able to relax and let him work her body over good and proper.
Billy tasted some of his mother's cunt juices and he was amazed at how much she tasted like his sister. But her flow was thicker and actually seemed hotter. Slaving over her cunt and asshole was wonderful, but Billy's cock was beginning to ache from the tightness of his jeans. Reaching down to the waistband, he tore open the cloth prison, letting his stiff cock push through the folds of his fly.
Pushing past the elastic top of his underwear, Billy wrapped his fingers around the thickness of his tool. He yanked his mature prick out of the white cotton briefs. He edged closer to his mother's bent figure until the swollen head of his prick pressed against the smoothness of her left leg.
Helen almost flipped out when she felt the touch of Billy's burning cock. She needed to feel its hardness rammed up her quivering belly. She needed to feel her pussy lips tightening around the base of his shaft, sucking the steaming juices from his throbbing balls.
"Come on, lover boy!" Helen screamed, falling down onto the floor and flipping over on her back. "Come and get it, baby!"
Billy didn't need any other invitation. The sight of his mother on the floor in front of him, naked, her legs thrashing in the air and her cunt glistening with his own saliva, was enough to make him move in tight between her steaming thighs.
Helen helped her son as he struggled to push his pants and underwear out of the way. Once his clothing was pushed down to his knees, Billy felt Helen's fingers stretch around the thickness of his cock and bring its burning head to the lips of her cunt.
With the first touch of Helen's wetness on the tip of his prick, Billy's hips shot forward, slamming deep into the steaming chamber of her twat. Muscles deep in her belly clamped tight on the shaft of her son's manhood.
Billy's balls ached as he felt Helen's cunt sucking away on his prick. Tumbling forward, he thrilled to her big tits crushed under his chest. Her burning nipples seared his hairless skin.
Helen locked her legs around Billy's waist. Digging her heels into his broad back, she spurred her young lover to greater and greater feats of strength. He slammed his dick into her cunt, crushing her clit into its base.
"That's it, baby! That's it! That's it!" Helen screamed, clawing Billy's back with her sharp fingernails. "You little stud! Show Mother how much you love her!"
The skill of Helen's cunt was more than Billy could take for very long. He could feel the steaming river of his juices rushing toward the tip of his long shaft. In another instant, he orgasmed, flooding her twat with hot cum.
"Come with me, honey. Come with me!" Helen implored, lifting her ass off the floor to push Billy's dick deeper into her churning belly. "I'm there too!"
Barbara had allowed herself a full hour to relax in her soothing bath. She almost fell asleep as the warm water swirled around her. Holding her foot high in the air, she admired the graceful expanse of her own leg.
The delightful bath really put her in the mood for a nice nap. Pulling herself up to her feet, Barbara carefully adjusted the water in the shower nozzle until it was a fine, hot spray. Turning slowly, she washed off all the excess soap still clinging to her skin. When she was through, she stepped from the tub. Taking two towels from the hook on the back of the door, she wrapped one around her waist and the other around her wet hair.
Barbara enjoyed looking at herself in the clouded bathroom mirror. Cupping a damp breast in each palm, she let her fingers toy with her nipples, sending chills shooting through her bloodstream. But she quickly stopped, wanting to remain fresh for the important night that lay ahead of her.
Reluctantly, Barbara removed her hands from her thrusting tits and reached for her near-by hairdryer. Setting the heat and blower switch on medium, she began drying her shimmering hair. The special shampoo and conditioner she used made her hair thick and lush. It felt soft and warm as it fell around her shoulders.
It took Barbara a while to finish drying her hair, but when she was finished it looked perfect. She was proud of the job she had done and admired her work in the bathroom mirror as she replaced her hairdryer to its place on the shelf.
Loosening the towel wrapped around her waist, she let the damp cloth slide down her body into a puddle around her ankles. She hastily headed for her bed, not wanting to lose the nice warm feeling she had gotten from her hour-long bath.
She knew she wouldn't even need to take a sleeping pill to help. This was one time she knew she could relax. Her struggle not to be beat by New York City was drawing to a close, and she had come out a winner.
As she drifted off to sleep, Barbara's thoughts turned toward her brother Billy. She remembered that she owed him a letter. She made up her mind to write him just as soon as she could. Then she fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Barbara slept the whole day away. The sun had already gone down by the time she climbed out of bed. Sauntering into the kitchen, she enjoyed the chill of the air-conditioning on her naked skin.
Checking the time on the clock above the stove, Barbara saw that she had a good two hours before meeting Bob Reynolds and his very important guest. That gave her enough time to grab a quick bite to eat. She didn't want to ruin her appetite for the fine dinner that lay ahead, but all that sleeping had made her rather hungry. When she thought about it, it had been almost a full day since she had eaten.
Barbara took an English muffin from the breadbox on top of the refrigerator, sliced it open and popped it into the toaster. She brought out the butter and poured herself a tall glass of milk as she waited for her muffin to toast.
She curled up on the couch with her snack and watched the early evening news report. But she was getting too excited to pay much attention to the stories that flashed by. The only time she concentrated on the tub was when a cosmetic commercial came on. She watched the model with detached, professional interest.
Barbara knew she was just as pretty as the girl on television--perhaps even prettier. And she couldn't wait for the chance to prove it to the world. When the spot was over, she closed her eyes and imagined herself on the screen.
But Barbara was also aware that it would take a lot more than just daydreaming to ready for her big evening. She had one chance to make an impression on Mr. Ted Sand and she was determined not to blow it.
Bob hadn't told Barbara anything about the man she was going to meet, but he wasn't hard to imagine. Ted was the advertising director for one of the largest cosmetic firms in the world. Being chosen by him meant having the large bank account and Park Avenue address she had always dreamed of.
But to impress someone like Ted Sand would mean using every trick she knew. She worked with no her make-up for a solid hour, making sure that every stroke, every hint of shading was absolutely perfect. When she was finished, Barbara stepped back from the mirror and took a good look at herself. She couldn't have been more pleased. The long hour of work had more than paid off. She looked stunning.
While she worked on her make-up, she was thinking of the right outfit to wear that night. Barbara didn't want to come on too strong. She was sure that Ted had women throwing their bodies at him all day long, and she didn't want to come on like another homy broad.
La Harve was probably the most expensive, most exclusive restaurant in all of New York, and Barbara was determined to be the most beautiful woman in the place. Though she had never been to Le Harve, she was sure her black silk evening dress would be just perfect. It was the finest garment she owned.
Checking the clock again, she saw that she had only thirty minutes left to get dressed and grab a cab downtown. Stepping over to her dresser, she removed a pair of black bikini panties and dark nylons from the top drawer.
With a few quick moves, Barbara had slipped on both her panties and pantyhose. She smoothed the sheer material against her body, thrilling to the way it clung to her curves like a second skin. She made sure that her pantyhose were free of any wrinkles before turning to her clothes closet and the floor-length dress she had chosen to wear that night.
This was the first opportunity Barbara had had to wear her formal gown in New York, But she didn't doubt the effect the garment would have. Stepping into the limp material, she held her breath as it fit tightly against her lush curves. Straining the silk covering her thrusting tits, she reached behind her back to pull up the zipper that ran the length of her spine.
Gliding toward the mirror mounted on the back of her closet door, Barbara stepped into her high-heeled pumps. Her body lifted three and a half inches, and she felt the muscles in her calves pull taut.
Barbara was almost hypnotized by her own reflection in the polished glass. With each step she took, a slit in the right side of the dress parted, exposing every inch of her leg, thigh and ass. Turning slightly to the side, she admired the way the gown framed her warm, smooth flesh. She knew that no other woman in the restaurant would be dressed nearly as thrillingly as she.
The rest of the garment held tight to her skin, the long-sleeved top portion of the dress buttoning snugly under her chin. Instead of hiding the wanton fullness of Barbara's boobs, the black silk highlighted and accentuated them. A lewd smile curled up the comers of her mouth as she stared at her hard nipples outlined against the sheer cloth restraining her tits.
Though it was a warm night, Barbara chose to wear her white fur jacket. The cold black silk against the warm fur created a formal, yet thrilling image. The black silk purse that matched her dress completed her outfit. In another few minutes, she locked the front door to her apartment and headed down the hallway to the elevator.
When it opened before her, a very handsome young man stepped out. Barbara could see the flames of lust burning in his eyes as he slowly gave her wonderful body a thorough once-over. Sauntering past him, she made a special effort to wiggle her hips sexily. She liked the idea of turning on the strange guy and leaving him all hot and bothered.
As the elevator door slipped closed, she flashed him the warmest, most inviting smile she could manage. She was sure that some lucky bitch was going to have one hell of a time calming him down, unless of course, she felt like fucking her brains out.
But by the time Barbara reached the street, she had completely forgotten about the man she had seen in the hallway. More important things filled her mind as she flagged down a cab and climbed into the back of the big Checker. Barbara knew she was headed for the most important dinner of her career, and she wanted to make sure she was mentally set for it.
After telling the driver the name of the restaurant, Barbara settled down into the comfortable leather seat. New York City sailed past her window as the taxi weaved in and out of the spotty traffic.
Ever since arriving in New York, Barbara had felt awed by its wealth and glamour. But for the first time, she was feeling on top. And the feeling was wonderful!
"Here you are, lady," the driver said, rousing Barbara from her dreams. "This is the place."
Barbara ignored the nondescript little man's beady eyes in the rearview mirror as she paid him. Tossing a few bills into the money drawer built into the partition, she quickly climbed from the back of the cab.
A handsome doorman took the car door before she stepped onto the sidewalk. His eyes widened as they roamed over the exposed flesh of her right leg and thigh. His nostrils flared with the sweetly erotic scent of her expensive perfume.
Without as much as a backward glance toward either the doorman or the driver, Barbara strode to the front door of the restaurant. She waited a moment while the uniformed guard scurried around to push it open for her.
Le Harve was as wonderful as Barbara knew it would be. The cool air smelled of delicious food and great wealth. As she stood waiting by the door, she could see more than one pair of eyes turn toward her. Unbuttoning her jacket, she allowed the heavy globes of her breasts to tumble forward, pulling the black silk as tight as a second skin.
"Miss Gilbert?" a tuxedoed gentleman asked.
"Yes," Barbara answered, flashing the young cafe owner a brilliant smile.
"Come right this way," he told her, returning her smile while having a hard time keeping his eyes from the tops of her swollen tits.
Barbara left a trail of admirers as she crossed the dining room to a small staircase built in the shadows of one of the far comers. The noise in the large room quickly faded as she climbed the thickly carpeted steps.
Her handsome guide stopped beside a door leading from the narrow hallway they were standing in. Barbara had never been more excited than at that moment. The whole secrecy bit was really turning her on, making her feel as though she were playing a part in some movie.
"Go right in, Miss Gilbert. You're expected," the man said, turning and hurrying off down the stairs.
Barbara's fingers trembled as she turned the doorknob. Holding her breath, she let the door glide open. Her eyes widened at the feast that had been laid out on the low table in the center of the small room.
Relaxing on huge pillows around the table were Bob Reynolds, a distinguished gentleman that Barbara knew was Ted Sand, and one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen.
"It's great to see you again," Bob said, rising to his feet to meet Barbara. "Let me introduce you," he continued, leading the somewhat startled woman to the table. "This is Ted Sand, and his wife Toni. And this is Barbara," he said, turning to the very handsome couple still seated on the floor.
Barbara quickly regained her composure. She hadn't expected Ted Sand's wife to be joining them for dinner. But the wild lust burning in Toni's eyes showed that she had no intention of curbing her husband's fun. As a matter of fact, she was staring at Barbara's tits so hard that the younger woman almost blushed.
Kneeling down to the floor beside Ted, Barbara wrapped her arms around his strong neck and pulled herself against his chest. She knew he could feel the hard nubs of her erect nipples through the thin layers of their clothing as she crushed her lips down against his. In another instant, she pushed her tongue deep into the hot damp cavern of his mouth.
As she explored Ted's mouth, she felt the soft, skilled touch of Toni's fingers massaging the base of her neck. The woman's hands worked on the tight muscles between Barbara's shoulder glades, relaxing her entire body.
Toni's hands moved lower on Barbara's back, then traveled around the sides of her body. While her husband's fingers sought out the firm perfection of Barbara's ass, Toni's grasp found the thrusting fullness of her boobs.
Barbara allowed herself to be passed from Ted's strong arms to his wife's. She thrilled to the sudden sweetness of Toni's mouth. Her kiss was even more insistent than her husband's as she forced her tongue into the deepest recesses of Barbara's mouth.
Toni's fingers quickly found the slit in Barbara's dress. As they kissed, she pushed her left hand under the waistband of Barbara's bikini panties. In moments, she was exploring the deep crack of the hot bitch's ass, using a sharp fingernail to toy with the tight ring of her asshole.
When Barbara was finally released from Toni's embrace, she had a difficult time catching her breath. It was as if the older woman had drained every ounce of strength from her body.
"You're even more lovely than Bob said you were," Ted whispered, reaching out to fondle Barbara's breasts as she settled down in one of the comfortable pillows surrounding the low table.
"My husband doesn't give compliments lightly, my dear," Toni added, smiling warmly as she reached for a tall goblet of wine.
"Thank you," Barbara replied, glowing in the warmth of Mr. and Mrs. Sand's attention. "Thank you both."
"Try this, darling," Bob said, handing Barbara an expensive crystal glass filled with blood-red wine.
Barbara had never tasted wine as rich and heady as the wine Bob gave her. As she swallowed, she could feel its warmth spreading to every part of her body.
"This all looks so delicious," Barbara said, her eyes roaming over the endless array of exotic food.
"Let me help you, kitten," Toni volunteered, taking Barbara's plate from in front of her and heaping mounds of food on it. "I'm sure I know just what you'll like," she added, grinning slyly through half-closed eyes.
Barbara couldn't keep her eyes off Toni's incredible body as the older woman served her. She could still feel the sharp tip of her finger playing with her asshole and it made Barbara tremble with excitement.
Toni was wearing a low cut evening dress, and as she bent forward, the garment hung open. From where she was sitting, Barbara could see the woman's hard nipples rubbing against the inside of her dress. Toni's skin was deeply tanned and it was obvious that she never bothered wearing anything while lying in the sun.
Barbara thoroughly enjoyed dinner. The exciting, sex-charged conversation was just as delightful as the exotic foods. When everyone was finished, Bob rang for the waiter to clear the table. The well-trained servant worked quickly, removing all the dirty dishes in a matter of moments.
As the waiter discreetly closed the door behind himself, Bob brought out a small wooden box, opened it and placed it on the table. It was filled with pills of every size and color, and a handful of perfectly rolled joints.
"Pick your poison," Bob laughed, popping a couple of Quaaludes.
Ted and Toni were like kids in a candy store, each popping a mouthful of capsules. Barbara hesitated for only a moment, then joined in. All four turned-on people washed their pills down with deep swallows of wine.
By the time Bob Reynolds pushed the tightly rolled tip of a joint between Barbara's lips, she was well on the road to being totally stoned. With her first lungful of potent smoke, she was already having a hard time focusing her eyes.
But Barbara's vision cleared up in a hurry as she watched Toni climbing to her feet. Music poured from hidden speakers and the older woman's body moved in time with the flowing rhythm.
Toni's rolling hips drew Barbara's gaze toward her cunt. She was taller than Barbara had imagined, and her figure was simply fantastic. The woman's dress was pure white, with a neckline cut deep into the thrusts of her huge, bra-less tits. The hem of her dress hardly covered her cunt. Black nylon highlighted her sculptured legs. The muscles in her calves were drawn taut by the four inch heels of her expensive shoes.
As Toni's dance became wilder and wilder, Barbara moved onto her hands and knees and crawled between the standing woman's legs. Oblivious of Ted's and Bob's stares, she pushed her face under the hem of Toni's dress and pressed her lips to the nylon-sheathed warmth of her pussy.
Toni allowed Barbara a few seconds of homage, then stepped back. When the young actress moved to follow, she quickly turned and bent over. Barbara didn't need another invitation. Placing a hand on each firm mound of Toni's buttocks, she pushed her face to the deep crack of the woman's ass.
Toni laughed wildly as Barbara rolled down her pantyhose and ran the tip of her long tongue up the full length of her asscrack. The attention paid the tight ring of her anus sent chills racing up Toni's spine.
The sound of Barbara's slaving mouth really turned Ted's prick into a rod of iron. Tearing at the front of his expensive slacks, he soon freed his aching cock. The blood-filled head of his burning prick glowed in the dim light. Grabbing the folds of Barbara's formal gown, he ripped open the slit until it reached the tight band around her neck. The sight of her thrilling body was almost enough to make his cock explode right then and there.
Bob watched Ted tearing Barbara's clothes from her back. Her nylons and panties hung in shreds around her legs as the important man positioned his cock against her asshole.
Stoned out of her mind, Toni fell forward, her fat tits mashing into the thick carpet covering the floor. With his pants and underwear around his ankles, Bob crawled over to the woman's drooling lips. His body went rigid as her mouth delved into his crotch. With a quick thrust of his hips, he slammed the head of his dick deep into her throat.
Bob's hips trembled as Toni's mouth tightened around the shaft of his cock. The sharp edges of her teeth sent shocks of lust racing through his bloodstream while the touch of her fingers cupping his balls made his cum boil.
Barbara didn't feel the hardness of Ted's cock until he rammed half of his tool deep into her asshole. The drugs she had taken dulled her senses and she hardly felt the pain as the swollen head of his prick tore away at the walls of her well-fucked anal canal.
Ted's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Barbara's tits as his hips slammed his cock deeper and deeper into her steaming chamber. He fought back the onslaught of his raging climax as he enjoyed the lusting agony of Barbara's incredible body.
Barbara threw her entire body back against the burning shaft of Ted's prick. Tears of pain and pleasure ran down her cheeks as orgasm followed orgasm. The more brutal Ted was with her body, the more she enjoyed his fucking. His fingers clawed her tits, nearly tearing her hard nipples from the tips of her breasts.
Toni's wild blow-job was more than Bob could stand. With one last thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock exploded. Burst after burst of steaming cum pumped down her throat.
At the first taste of Bob's juices, Toni went wild with lust. His hands held her face tight in his crotch as he flooded her mouth with his cum. He could feel her choking on his endless spendings, but he couldn't have cared less. The only thing that mattered was the climax crashing through his body.
With the repeated force of Ted's plowing shaft, Barbara fell away from Toni's lush body. Her body thrashed in all directions at once as she abandoned herself completely to her perverted lusts.
But Barbara was denied the final thrill of Ted's cock bursting deep in her asshole. Helpless to stop her, she felt Toni yank her husband's dick from the depths of her asshole. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the fucked-up woman plunge the full length of his shaft down her throat. She watched the load of cum meant for her asshole bloat Toni's cheeks.
Toni's nostrils flared with the aroma of Barbara's twat as she greedily sucked the cum from her husband's cock. Bob's juices still coated her throat as Ted's semen filled her quivering belly. Reaching beneath his body, she pressed the tip of her index finger against his asshole. With one quick jab, she rammed her finger deep into Ted's steaming hole.
Minutes after blowing its first load between Toni's slavering lips, Bob's cock was as hot and stiff as a burning poker. And the sight of Barbara sprawled out on the floor, her cunt juices oozing from between her long legs, was just what he was looking for. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her thighs open and slammed his cock deep into her pussy.
A wide grin turned up the comers of Barbara's drooling mouth as she locked her cunt muscles around Bob's hard prick.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After that first night in her son's arms, Helen Gilbert's entire life changed. She couldn't seem to get enough of Billy's fifteen-year-old cock. Instead of concentrating on her work, she spent her days thinking of ways of getting her hands on his lean body without her husband finding out. She knew that the doctor she worked for was getting impatient with her constant daydreaming, but there wasn't much she could do about it.
The only thing that mattered was Billy. Sometimes she wondered whether her husband Edward suspected anything, but she tried not to think about that too much. She was pretty sure he was getting plenty of cunt at his office. After all, there were more than just a few homy secretaries looking for a good roll in the hay where he worked. She also knew she was making excuses for her own behavior.
Just thinking about her son made Helen's cunt throb with desire. More than once, she fingered herself while thinking about his hard cock as she sat demurely behind her reception desk.
When Edward told her that he had to go out of town on business for the weekend, her heart began to pound. The thought of having the whole weekend alone with Billy made her well-fucked pussy sopping wet. She swore that she wouldn't let the little bastard out of her bed once during the whole time.
On her way home from work that Friday she stopped off at the fanciest women's shop in town and blew her week's salary on the sexiest nightgowns and underwear she could find. She was intent on making it a weekend that neither she nor Billy would ever forget.
She had given her son a list of things to pick up from the store on his way home from school. Helen wanted time to get things ready for Billy, and sending him to the store was as good a way as any to give herself a few extra moments.
Helen also took that afternoon off. When she asked the doctor for the time, she could see that he wasn't too thrilled by the idea. She knew her work had been under par, and got the afternoon off only after she promised to get her mind back on the right track.
Helen was home by two o'clock, and she knew that Billy wouldn't be back from the store before four. That gave her plenty of time for a relaxing bath before the start of the night's fun and games.
Once home, Helen stripped off her jacket and tossed it casually over the chair beside the front door. Without skipping a beat, she dashed upstairs, dropped her package onto her bed and headed straight for the bathroom adjoining her bedroom.
In a matter of seconds, Helen's bathroom was filling up with steam as she filled her tub with hot water. Excitedly, she poured bath salts and scented oils into the swirling water. The blood pounded in her head as it kept up with the quickening pace of her throbbing heart.
Helen loved the warm, wonderful feeling that filled her body and soul each time she got ready for Billy. It was like she was a teenager, a virgin experiencing love and lust for the very first time in her life.
Trying to calm herself down a bit, she slowly climbed out of her clothes. Neatly putting her things away, she strode back to her bathroom, swaying her naked hips broadly.
Helen smiled to herself as she thought of telling Billy about their weekend ahead. Afraid that her husband's plans might change at the last minute, she hadn't said anything to Billy, not wanting to disappoint her son.
Billy wasn't crazy about going to the supermarket after school, but he liked the idea of doing . his old lady a favor. On the sidewalk outside the store, he ran into a couple of his friends. Frank and George were on their way to the diner at the end of the block. They figured on having a couple of hamburgers and invited Billy along.
"I'd like to, guys, but I told my Mom I'd pick up a few things for her in there," he said, motioning to the store behind them.
"Come bullshit with us for a while and we'll help you later," Frank volunteered.
"Shit, yeah!" George agreed.
Billy figured it wouldn't matter if he came home just a little later, and he liked having company. Shopping at the supermarket wasn't his idea of spending a great afternoon and he was looking forward to horsing around a little with the guys.
"Alright," Billy agreed, "but I ain't got all day to fuck around. My Mom's waiting for me, like I said."
"Sure, sure," George and Frank assured him, each grabbing one of Billy's arms and leading him down the street toward the diner.
Helen loved the feel of the swirling water against her body as she relaxed in the steaming tub. She kept her legs spread wide so she could feel the heat against cunt lips. Closing her eyes, she slid deeper and deeper into the tub until the scented water covered her throbbing nipples.
And her mind was completely filled with thoughts of her son Billy. She could hardly wait until her arms were wrapped around his smooth shoulders. She could hardly wait until her breasts were crushed against his hairless chest.
And as she thought of Billy, Helen's hands roamed between her thighs. Water splashed over the edge of the tub as her fingers worked away on her cunt.
"Wanna catch a movie later?" George called out to Billy.
"Yeah, maybe," Billy replied. "What do you wanna see?"
"They're playing an X-rated flick downtown," Frank volunteered.
"Yeah," Billy smirked, his mind filled with the image of his lewd mother sprawled out on her bed.
Helen spent more time in her bath than she realized, and was startled when she saw the time. Lazily climbing to her feet, she enjoyed the feel of the water as it ran off her skin. She opened the window above the tub to clear some of the steam out of the tiny room.
The soft wind through the open window sent a chill racing up Helen's spine, making her feel excitingly alive and turned on. Grabbing a thick towel, she pressed the warm material against her hot skin. The touch of the towel to her hard nipples made her cunt tremble.
"I just gotta drop these things off," Billy said, lifting the two heavy bags at the end of the check-out counter.
"Okay," Frank said, plucking an apple from one of the bags. "But let's get a move on."
Billy hoped he would be able to get in and out of the house before his old man came home. The closer he and his mother became, the more difficult it was for the boy not to hate his father. It was already difficult for him to stay in the same room with his dad. Having George and Frank along with him would make a fast exit easier.
Wearing only a towel wrapped around her wet hair, Helen ventured from her bathroom. The cool air against her damp skin felt delightful. Leaving wet footsteps in the carpet, she raced downstairs to the bar in the living room and fixed herself a stiff Scotch on the rocks. Sipping on the drink, she scampered back to her bedroom. She felt like a sixteen-year-old, getting ready for her first date!
After a deep swallow, Helen placed the glass on the bedside table and attacked the package lying in the center of her bed. She couldn't wait to run her fingers through the sexy garments she had just bought. She couldn't wait to feel the garments caressing her thrilling curves.
Helen carefully auditioned each garment, holding it against her skin and admiring the way it looked in her full-length mirror. She finally chose a bra and bikini-panty set made of thin black leather. She knew her hard nipples would stand out pressed against the supple material.
After selecting a pair of black fish-net pantyhose, Helen gathered up the remaining garments and placed them back in the box. The box went on the floor in a comer of her deepest closet. She didn't look forward to explaining the exotic clothes to her husband, Edward. It would be a lot simpler if he just never saw them.
Leaving the chosen things on the bed, Helen returned to the bathroom. Dropping the damp towel over the edge of the tub, she reached for her hairdryer in its case. The hot air felt great rushing through her hair. Directing it on her tits made her nipples throb.
Helen brushed her hair as she dried it, and when she was finished it glistened against her smooth shoulders. She applied her make-up carefully, trying desperately to cover the small signs of aging etched into her face.
When she was finished with both her hair and make-up, Helen stepped back from the sink to admire her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. She was more than pleased with the final results. And she knew that Billy would be just as pleased when she surprised him at the front door.
Helen was really grooving by the time she returned to her bedroom to get dressed. Balancing first on one leg and then the other, she climbed into the black fish-net stockings. A thin waistband held the garment taut against her smooth, firm legs and thighs.
Helen's leather panties came next. After fitting them snugly to her cunt and ass, she reached for her drink on the table beside the bed. With one deep swallow, she drained the glass.
Gliding over to the closet, Helen searched until she found the black patent leather pumps she had in mind to complete the outfit. Her fat tits heaved with each step, and she loved the feeling of freedom their nakedness gave her. Without bothering to put the matching bra on, Helen hurried downstairs to fix herself another stiff drink.
When Billy turned the comer to his block, he was relieved to see that his father's car was nowhere in sight. He was looking forward to a good time with Frank and George and was glad things were going smoothly.
Gulping down half of her new drink, Helen climbed into the leather bra. The sculptured cups of thin black leather held the full thrust of her boobs. Standing before the full-length mirror, she was thrilled by her image in the polished glass.
Just at that moment, Helen got a terrific idea. She was really going to make this a surprise party for her son Billy. Stepping to her closet, she found her full-length, white fox coat. She was going to spring herself on him when he least expected it.
Helen was coming downstairs, sipping from her glass, when she heard Billy's key in the lock. A warm, inviting smile curled the corners of her mouth as she watched the door swing open.
"Hi, Mom," Billy said, smiling as he headed into the kitchen with his packages.
"Hello, Mrs. Gilbert," George and Frank said in unison, following Billy into the kitchen.
Helen was frozen in place on the stairs. She had wrongly assumed that her son would be coming home alone. She blushed crimson as she recalled how she was dressed beneath her fur coat.
"Were you going out, Mom?" Billy asked, returning to the hallway with both friends in tow.
"What?" Helen mumbled, having a hard time getting hold of herself.
"Your coat," Billy continued, nodding at the fur.
Helen's mind flashed into action. For a split second, she was sure she was going to faint dead away. She took a quick slug of her drink as she tried to straighten her thoughts out.
"I was just... " Helen began, "just trying on the coat to see if... if... " For a moment she was stumped, until she thought of, "if it needed cleaning!"
"I met the guys when I was shopping," Billy said. "We were thinking of catching a movie downtown."
Helen was glad Billy didn't seem to notice what condition she was in. Holding the front of her coat tightly shut, she walked down the rest of the stairs. But even as careful as she was with her coat, Helen managed to finish her drink in just two more swallows.
By this time, Billy had had a chance to observe his mother a little more carefully. He was sure something was wrong. Helen was acting very oddly. She seemed nervous and on edge, and it was more than obvious that she wasn't holding her first drink of the afternoon.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy the movies," Helen said, rushing past the three boys in the narrow hallway. "Maybe I can fix you up something before you go?" she asked her young guests.
"No thanks, Mrs. Gilbert. We stopped for something on the way here," Frank explained, while he enjoyed the fragrance of her scented skin.
"And Dad might not like it," Billy added, trying to hide the bitterness he felt toward the man.
"Your father was called out of town on business," Helen said, crossing the living room to the bar where she began fixing herself another drink. "He'll be gone the whole weekend," she added, looking over her shoulder straight into her son's startled face.
Helen was beginning to feel a good deal more comfortable. She was even enjoying the little game that was developing between her and Billy. She could see him starting to understand what had taken place. She smiled over the rim of her glass as the Scotch surged through her bloodstream.
"Now why don't you all sit down and get comfortable," Helen told the three boys, the corners of her mouth curled up into a warm, inviting smile. "I'm sure you'll have at least one little drink with me," she continued, less concerned at the way the folds of her coat flapped open.
Frank and George looked at each other in surprise, then smiled and hopped down onto the couch. Both boys had seen Billy's old lady plenty of times and they agreed that she was acting very strange. Of course, every guy in their high school knew what a great piece of ass his mother was.
"What'll you boys have?" Helen asked, her words slurring together drunkenly.
Billy was shocked at his mother's actions. It was clear to him that she hadn't expected him to come home with any friends. With the old bastard away, Helen had planned a nice surprise party for the two of them. All that he could understand.
But Billy could see the way his mother was looking at his pals. He could see her hungry eyes devouring their young, hard bodies. He was jealous at the way she licked her lips while looking down into George's and Frank's crotches.
"I'd like a little gin and tonic," George said, "if you have any."
"One gin and tonic coming right up," Helen laughed. "And how about you, Frankie?"
"Gimme some Scotch," Frank replied.
"How nice," Helen giggled, already half wasted. "That's just what I'm having," she continued, her gaze never straying from the hardening lump of flesh between his firm thighs. "And I know just what Billy likes," she laughed, amused at her private little dirty joke.
Billy didn't know what the hell to do. His mother was really turning him on but he felt weird with his two friends sitting on the couch, right in the center of the room.
But when Billy looked closely at his pals, he could see that they weren't having the slightest problem digging the scene. They were both grooving on Helen's thrilling body, sneaking peeks into the folds of her coat when she moved.
Helen loaded up a small tray with the four drinks she'd prepared. Steadying herself as best she could, she turned and moved toward the couch. Billy, who had taken a seat in an armchair facing the sofa, watched carefully as his mother began handing out the drinks.
Bending deeply at the waist, Helen felt the top of her coat parting. She was standing right in front of George and could see the wild look on his face as his gaze delved into the .shadows hiding her thrusting tits from him. But he could see well enough to make his fat cock throb with excitement.
"Billy, dear," Helen said, glancing over her shoulder, "why don't you put something on the hi-fi?"
As she looked at Billy, Helen bent forward even more, and she knew that the boy had a clear view of her leather-clad boobs. Rolling her shoulders gently, she put on a nice show for George, and he was obviously enjoying it from the look on his face and the lump of burning cock between his legs.
When Helen moved on to Frank, he was treated to the same exciting display. Billy had put a hard-rock album on the turntable and his mother was moving her entire body in time with insistent beat of the music.
"And this is for you, dear," Helen said, turning to serve her son his drink.
With her back to the other boys, Helen reached to the front of her coat and undid the three hooks holding it shut. With a perverted grin spread from ear to ear, she gave Billy a quick flash of how she was dressed beneath that heavy coat.
Billy's breath caught in his throat as his eyes roamed over her lush body wildly. At that moment, his mother was even better looking than his sister Barbara, despite her age. He could feel beads of perspiration forming on his brow even though the air in the room was nice and cool.
But Helen was only teasing her son and quickly buttoned her coat once again. Swinging her hips wildly, she sauntered back toward the sofa. Her dancing became more and more uninhibited, and all three boys were allowed glances at her long legs right up to her crotch.
"Mind if I sit down?" Helen asked coyly, snuggling down onto the couch between George and Frank.
"No, ma'm," Frank hissed, excited by the heat of her body pressing against his side. "Not at all!"
"Thanks," Helen replied, squeezing Frank's thigh. "What movie were you boys thinking of seeing?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Mom," Billy began, deciding to play the game that his mother wanted to play, "we were thinking of going downtown to one of those adult movie places."
"You mean you were going to see porno films?" Helen teased all three at once. "But you're too young to get in, aren't you?"
"Sometimes," George said, "when nobody's looking, they'll let us in."
"But it's always a bitch," Frank added.
"I've never been to one of those movies," Helen lied. "Tell me what they're like. I'd like to know."
"The stuff around now is pretty wild. Anything goes, you know what I mean?" Billy replied. "We once saw a movie of a woman going down on a dog!"
"I remember that one!" Frank joined in. "That's what I call really wild!"
"I won't argue with that," Helen said, climbing to her feet to refill the empty round of glasses. "But I. think that watching a woman going down on say, two or three cocks would be even groovier. " While Helen puttered around the bar, Billy took a small case out of his pocket. After removing a tightly rolled joint, he tossed it over to his pals on the couch. In another moment, all three teenagers were happily passing a joint.
"Listen, man," George said excitedly, "how come you never told us about your groovy old lady? She's really a fuckin' gas!"
"You can say that again!" Frank chimed in. "Thank you for the compliments," Helen said, turning back to the couch with a fresh load of drinks. "A woman always likes to hear men saying nice things about her."
Helen had loosened the front of her coat, and as she walked, the fur parted around her thrilling figure. But she made believe that nothing was strange about showing off her body to her son and his three friends.
George took another joint from the case, lit it, and handed it to Helen as she snuggled back into her seat on the sofa. Billy had turned her on to grass long before that evening, and she had already come to love the effect of booze and grass on her head and body.
"Now, you said you'd tell me all about those dirty movies," Helen reminded her guests. "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting," she added, crossing her legs sexily to show off her firm thighs and tight calves.
"Well, like we were saying," George responded, "they're showing just about anything you can think of."
"And I'll bet you can think up a lot of very interesting things, Georgie," Helen giggled, cuddling up against the boy's athletic frame.
"Mom?" Billy said, climbing to his feet and crossing the large room toward the sofa. "Don't you think it's a little warm in here for that coat? I mean, you must be getting awfully hot!"
George and Frank laughed at Billy's smutty little joke, but they were both excited about the chance to get a good look at the way Helen was dressed. Each boy had been treated to quick glimpses of her thrilling body and hungered to see more.
Helen was pretty far gone by that point. The grass Billy had given out was strong, and both she and the boys were ripped out of their heads. Her son was absolutely right, she thought. It was warm with her coat on, and there was no reason for her not to take it off.
"Excuse me," Helen said, drunkenly climbing to her feet.
When she stood up, both Frank and George grabbed handfuls of her firm ass. Her sexy body was there for the taking, and Billy's friends didn't intend to turn down the invitation.
Helen strode into the center of the room, swinging her full hips and mature ass in time with the music filling the room. She was having more than a little trouble keeping her balance on her high heels. Twisting a dial on the hi-fi, she doubled the volume of the music pouring from the expensive speakers.
"Now be polite," Helen teased, "and don't look!"
With all three boys staring at her lush figure, Helen began stripping off her fur coat. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves first, then let the heavy garment slip down around her shoulders. Her long, beautiful neck was exposed, right down to the thrusting mounds of her tits.
Lifting her arms in time with a particularly wild piece of music, Helen's coat slid down the rest of her body until it lay in a soft, white puddle around her slender ankles. The garment fell away like a curtain being lifted from a great work of art.
"Wow!" George whistled, "what a piece of ass!"
"You can say that again," Frank added enthusiastically.
"Thank you," Helen said primly, stepping from the expensive fur at her feet.
Helen turned and headed back for the bar. She wanted to show off the rounded perfection of her ass cheeks. Without bothering to look over her shoulder, she knew that all three boys were digging her firm buttocks. She was sure that her ass crack was clearly visible against the tightly drawn black leather of her panties.
But instead of pouring individual drinks, Helen grabbed a Scotch bottle in one hand and a gin bottle in another. Like a drunken slut, she hauled the bottles back to her guests, bouncing them off her swinging hips with each step. Standing in front of the coffee table, she put down the gin bottle and unscrewed the cap on the Scotch. Holding her head back, she took a deep swallow.
"Anybody else still thirsty?" she asked, wiping her wet mouth on the back of her arm.
"I'll have another hit, Mrs. Gilbert," Frank said, referring to the Scotch she was still holding.
"I just love Scotch drinkers," Helen laughed, climbing into Frank's lap with the bottle.
Bringing the spout to his lips, Helen ground her ass down against Frank's swelling cock. She could feel his hardness through the thin layers of their clothing. He gulped hungrily as she poured the fiery liquid down his throat until he choked on it.
"Easy, baby," Helen laughed, patting Frank on his back as he coughed, trying to catch his breath. "You shouldn't be so greedy."
As Helen spoke, she cuddled her tits against the teenager's chest. Her nipples were rock hard, throbbing as they pressed into the cool, thin leather. She could feel her cunt lips rubbing against the crotch of her leather panties.
Frank was really getting turned on by Billy's mother. His cock already felt like a prisoner in his skin-tight jeans. He couldn't keep his hands off of her lush curves. The fingers of one hand toyed with the elastic waistband of her leather bikini panties. The other hand moved to the swollen meat of her right boob. He cupped the heavy globe in his palm.
"How cute," Helen said, wrapping an arm around Frank's neck and pressing her body harder against his exploring hands. She shuddered beneath his surprisingly skilled touch, triggering responses deep in the center of her body. She could feel the hot cream in her cunt come to a boil.
George had no intention of being left out of any of the fun. Reaching over, he grabbed hold of the older woman's long legs and pulled them up into his lap. Helen could feel the hardness of the young stud's cock pressing against her stocking-clad leg.
Billy climbed out of his chair and headed straight for his mother's lips. He couldn't wait to feel his tongue exploring the steamy recesses of her hot mouth. While his two pals pawed his mother's homy body, Billy bent forward and crushed his mouth against Helen's.
Helen's free hand went straight to the front of her son's pants. With a few quick flicks of her trained fingers, she had undone the waistband and lowered the zipper of Billy's jeans. Her fingers trembled with excitement as they delved into the folds of his underwear, trying to free his straining cock from the confines of his clothing.
George worked on the front of his own pants until he dug out his stiffening prick. Then he slipped the shoe off one of Helen's pretty feet. Holding her foot in one hand and his cock in the other, he started jerking himself off against Helen's toes.
Billy's hands moved around to his mother's back. Without much trouble, he was able to undo the single clasp holding Helen's bra in place. In another moment, the leather bra was tossed aside like an old shoe. It fell silently in a far comer of the large room.
Her son's hands on her fat tits made Helen catch her breath. His rough, inexperienced touch always sent electric shocks racing through her blood. She gasped out loud as the tips of Billy's fingers caught the throbbing hardness of her nipples.
Billy was standing beside the sofa with his stiff cock sticking straight out from the folds of his jeans. Helen's fingers worked up and down the shaft's thick length, her manicured nails paying special attention to the tiny pee-slit in the swollen head of his dick. She could feel the vein running up the underside of Billy's cock, pulsing with life.
While his cock remained imprisoned in his pants, Frank pushed his hand down the front of Helen's bikini panties. The tips of his fingers first thrilled to the tight curls of her pubic hair, then traveled further to touch the wet softness of Helen's pussy lips. Her oozing cream bathed his hand.
Helen responded to Frank's touch by slamming her entire body out against his probing hand. She rode his fingers like a cowboy on bucking bronco. She could feel his cock getting harder and harder as it pressed into her ass.
George was lost in his own fantasy world. He humped his cock against Helen's foot again and again, each thrust of his hips driving his orgasm closer and closer. Billy's mother wiggled her toes, adding to the boy's pleasures.
In the midst of the insanity of the moment, Helen's fingers were soft and sure on her son's prick. She carefully measured each stroke, carefully controlled the lust building in Billy's body. Her loyalty was to her son, and his first orgasm was to be perfect.
But Billy's climax was not the first of the evening. With Frank's fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, his palm grinding into her burning clitoris, Helen's mind was the first lost in the oblivion of her passions. She thrashed wildly in the grasp of the three teenage boys. Never had she reached such heights of pleasure.
Frank orgasmed next. His cock trapped in the tightness of his pants, his climax was almost painful. He ground his took up against Helen's ass the cum pumped into his underwear. His hand slammed deeper and deeper into her cunt as he soared.
Feeling all the excitement around her, Helen increased the pace on her son's dick. She could see him slumping as he stood beside her. She knew she was draining the strength from his entire body and focusing it into his cock.
As she felt George's cock-juice spurting onto her toes, she jerked off her son's dick wildly. She thrilled to the feel of the steaming liquid dribbling over her fingers and splashing against her stocking-clad thigh.
But Helen had a lot more in mind than just jerking off all her young lovers. She had a mouth, asshole and cunt just made for the hot dicks within her grasp at that moment. Their first climaxes were just a taste of what was in store for them. If Helen had her way, she wouldn't ever let them out of her grasp.
"Well now," Helen said, climbing off Frank's lap and stumbling to the center of the room, "we really shouldn't all get carried away. After all, my husband won't be home for three days."
George, Billy and Frank all laughed at Helen's joke. Her humor helped cool them down a little bit. The boys were also amused at the sight of Helen drunkenly stumbling around. She was a lot drunker than she thought, and was making quite a spectacle of herself. She almost fell down several times as she tried to make it to the bar. She had forgotten about the half-full bottles of scotch and gin lying by the sofa. She wanted to get herself a fresh one.
But the boys didn't forget about all that good booze sitting so close by. The room was soon filled with the sounds of them slurping down the fiery liquid as they passed the bottle back and forth.
"Don't you have any more of those nice little cigarettes," Helen purred, looking over her shoulder as she poured herself a huge pitcher of martinis. She was sure they would mix just right with all the Scotch she had already put away.
"Sure, Mom," Billy said, reaching for a joint and climbing to his feet in one fluid motion. "I'll bring it to you."
Billy swaggered across the room, well aware of the envious stares of his friends. He hadn't expected anything like this to ever happen, but he was proud as all hell that it had. He had seen plenty of his buddies digging his old lady's body, and he knew that there wasn't one of them that could boast of making it in the sack with any cunt that looked like his mother.
"Here you go," Billy said, straddling up to his mother's side and dropping a hand onto the rounded perfection of her right asscheek.
"Thank you, darling," Helen replied as she took the joint he held up to her lips.
Digging his fingers deep into the firm flesh of Helen's ample ass, Billy lit the tightly rolled tip of the joint. He beamed with pride as her contented sigh filled the room. His prick was getting as hard as rock, as hard as if he had not just blown a big load.
Neither Frank or George could take his eyes from Billy's mother. They had seen Mrs. Gilbert plenty of times, but never looking anything like she was at that moment. They were glad when Billy returned to his chair and stopped spoiling the view.
Helen had fixed herself an entire pitcher of martinis, and she poured herself a huge one. She turned back to face the eager faces of her roomful of teenagers. Propping her elbows on the edge of the bar, she leaned back and thrust her tits upward at the same time. She was still wearing her leather panties, fishnet stockings and high heels. Her hand, ankle and thigh glistened from the spent passions of her young lovers. She could also feel her own juices staining the insides of her thighs.
"Do you like what you see, boys?" Helen asked, spreading her legs a little further apart for their benefit.
"You bet your sweet ass we do," all three boys agreed.
"Billy dear, do you think I should put on something a little more modest?" Helen laughed drunkenly, taking deep swallows from the martini between words. "After all, baby, we wouldn't want your friends to get the wrong idea about me, would we?"
"We wouldn't want to do that, would we George?" Frank laughed.
"Not a chance, told buddy. Not a chance!" George agreed happily.
"Well," Helen giggled, playing with the elastic waistband of her leather panties, "maybe this will be enough. After all," she continued, "it is the summer. And it is warm outside."
"Were you thinking of going outside, Helen?" Frank teased, his eyes roaming over her firm, mature body.
Helen took a quick, deep swallow of her drink and placed the half-full glass on the bar counter. She didn't laugh at Frank's joke. Pushing herself up until she was steady on her feet, she slowly moved toward the sofa. Her eyes were half closed and lewd smile curled up the comers of her mouth.
"I have to ask you both a terrific favor," Helen began, her voice a soft whisper, her hips rolling in time with a new record that her son had put on the turntable. "I kinda dig it when you call me Mrs. Gilbert. It turns me on. Do you mind?"
"No, Mrs. Gilbert. It don't bother me a bit," Frank said, reaching out and fondling Helen's right tit.
"That goes double for me," George added, sinking his fingers into Helen's left boob.
"You're both very sweet," Helen said, moving her hands to the backs of their necks. "Thank you for bringing home such nice friends," she said, looking over her shoulder at Billy.
Helen pulled George's and Frank's faces to her breasts. She moaned happily as their mouths found the hardness of her nipples. She could feel the sharp edges of their teeth toying with the sensitive flesh, sending shocks of lust and excitement racing through her body.
Billy's cock was at full strength, and watching his pals sucking his mother's tits really drove him crazy. As the cum boiled in his balls, he could remain seated no longer. Hopping to his feet, he hurried across the room, his swollen prick sticking through the folds of his jeans and leading him on.
Looking over her shoulder, Helen watched her son coming toward her and she couldn't have been more pleased. Her gaze never left his swollen prick on display. She remembered how delicious a tool Billy owned as she thought about the last time he'd slammed its full length deep down her throat.
When Billy reached his mother's sweaty body, his hands flew to the waistband of her panties. With her help, he stripped them off her luscious ass. But he didn't take off her black fishnet stockings or her patent leather high heels. They showed off her sexy legs much too well to be taken off.
Billy was trying to decide where to shove his hot dick when Helen reached to her sides and began rolling down the tops of her stockings. She was already bent forward, letting George and Frank suck the shit out of her tits. The picture she presented her son was that of a wanton slut looking to get her ass stuffed by a nice, hard prick. And that was just the picture she wanted to present because it was absolutely true!
Helen rolled her ass in time with the music, drawing her son's cock to her body like a magnet. She wanted to feel him slamming the full force of his dick deep into her anal canal. She wanted to feel him tearing away at her flesh.
Billy stood with his fingers wrapped around his dick and watched his mother reach behind her back with both hands and spread her asscheeks nice and wide. She was showing off the tight ring of her asshole to her boy, making him hungry for the feel of her muscles sucking away on the full length of his dick, while her entire body kept his tool good and hot!
The tip of Billy's prick throbbed with excitement as he slipped it into the deep crack and pressed it to the ring of her anus. It felt like her whole body was planting a steaming kiss on the swollen head of his cock.
Helen wanted to make things a little easier, so with the cooperation of the boys, she got down onto her hands and knees. She pushed George and Frank closer together, making both teenagers open their pants and push-them down over their asses. She wanted a clear shot at all that young meat.
Helen pulled her tits from her admirers' hungry lips and began covering both their dicks with wet, hot kisses. Her tongue raced up and down the full length of both their shafts. She braced herself as she felt Billy positioning himself behind her.
Billy reached around his mother's body and grabbed hold of her swollen tits. Using them like handles, he yanked his body against hers, driving the thickness of his prick deep into the hidden recess of her anal canal. His balls bounced against the swollen lips of her cunt as he thrust forward again and again.
"Come on, baby!" Helen screamed, trying to fight down the tearing pain searing through her body as she took the full force of her son's lust. "Ram that fucking cock of yours deep into Momma's asshole!" she shrieked.
Helen's saliva dribbled down George's and Frank's cocks. Their balls ached with desire as she sucked first one set, then the other. The ass fucking she was receiving was turning her into a wild animal as she tried to gobble up both pricks at the same time.
Helen was too far gone to worry about the damage Billy might be doing to her body as he slammed into her again and again. And each time he smashed into her, she humped up her ass to meet his thrust, driving his cock deeper and deeper in the steaming hole of her ass.
George's and Frank's cocks were up to full strength and Helen decided she wanted to do more than just lick them. Making sure that her son had a good grip on her body, she pushed herself back away from the sofa. She and Billy rolled over onto the floor, but never once did their bodies part.
"Come on, you little bastards," Helen taunted as she spread her legs and her lips as wide as she could, "get those fat, juicy cocks over here where I can get to them."
The homy studs didn't need another invitation With their pants falling down around their ankles, they hopped down onto the floor. Frank had his dick ready for a taste of Mrs. Gilbert's hot box and George was just as ready to feel her warm lips tight around the base of his tool, his burning cockhead wedged deep in her throat.
Neither boy gave a second thought to carrying out his greatest fantasies. They just climbed into position, shifting Helen's body any which way they pleased as long as it was comfortable for them. The fact that they might have been breaking her back didn't make the slightest difference to them. Their own pleasures were the only things that mattered to the boys, including her own son Billy.
Rolling onto her side, Helen was able to accommodate her son as her rear and his friend Frank at her pussy. And it wasn't long before George was scampering into place with his cock hanging down just inches from Helen's mouth. He really got a kick out of watching her hungry lips snapping at his penis. He teased her with his hot tool, pulling out of her reach as she tried to get it into her steaming mouth.
Helen held her legs split open just as far as they would go. Frank slammed his way into her well-fucked pussy without much trouble, her sopping wet cunt lips gobbling up his tool. With Billy up her asshole and his friend up her twat, Helen was really in seventh heaven.
Billy and Frank could feel the hardness of each other's tools through Helen's body, and it made them even more turned-on. The room was filled with the smells and sounds of animal fucking, and the air was heavy with the dampness of sex. All four partners grunted and groaned as their bodies thrashed in all directions at once.
George's cock was so thick and fat, Helen almost choked on it as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. Reaching underneath his body, she tightened her fingers around the base of his prick and began pumping up and down its length as she sucked. Her fingers then cupped his balls playfully for a moment before reaching into the deep crack of his ass.
George's entire body stiffened to touch of Helen's skilled fingers exploring his asshole. She toyed with the tight ring, poking the tip of her sharp nail into his anus repeatedly. Each time she pressed her finger further, she sucked away at his cock harder, sending chills of pain and pleasure trembling up the boy's spine.
"Move that ass of yours, you fuckin' whore!" Billy screamed, deciding that his mother was spending too much time with George's asshole, cock and balls. "Really give my cock a good taste of assfucking, you fat cunt!"
Helen loved the masterful voice of her son. Her husband was such a prude and a dud. She could never really let herself go with him, could never feel she was really being true to herself in her actions. But that was different with Billy, and she was finding out it was also different with his young friends. Helen knew full well that this wouldn't be the only time she would get her hands on her son's friends.
And she was sure that George and Frank wouldn't be the only friends of Billy's she would enjoy. She was sure her son had plenty of pals who would just line up for a chance to try her wild asshole!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bob Reynolds and his friends were just as important to Barbara as she'd known they would be, but in a field that she was surprised to find herself in. With Bob's aid, she was fast becoming the very top porno queen in New York City. And the money she was earning was just as much of a surprise.
Bob turned on Barbara to many scenes before asking her to appear in one of his films. As it turned out, his job as producer at the advertising agency was nothing more than a legit cover for his real activities. At his job he came in contact with many girls like Nina and Barbara looking for a break in show-biz, and people with money like Ted and Toni Sand who could bankroll one of his undercover spectaculars.
Even Barbara was shocked at how quickly she got used to the idea of performing in sex flicks. Until then, she had no idea of how much money there was to be made in the business. She received five thousand dollars for her first movie, and ten thousand per film after that.
And there were many more. A film usually took no more than three or four weeks of work, if you could call it work. Barbara had grown quite fond of her job. She laughed to herself as she remembered the first time she fucked Jack Steinberg, her landlord. When she thought of how silly she'd acted, and how she'd felt afterward, it made her blush with embarrassment.
Barbara made up her mind quickly on the matter of her rent. If Steinberg was willing to take the rent-check out in trade, that was all the more lucky for her. For a three hundred dollar a month apartment, Barbara was more than happy to spend an afternoon on her back.
Of course, Jack wasn't crazy about having a good apartment going rent-free, but Barbara wasn't a chick he could easily turn his back on. There were plenty of groovy girls living in his buildings, but few that looked like Miss Gilbert. When he saw her strolling down the block, he would get a hard-on just from the sight of her swinging ass and hips.
Barbara could sense that her landlord didn't like the idea of free rent, so she worked especially hard to show him a good time. On the fifteenth of the month, she knew he would be knocking on the door, and she was always ready for him.
In one of the films she worked in, she had to wear a pair of the sexiest knee-high boots she had ever seen. Knowing that Jack was a little partial to that kind of equipment, she talked Bob into letting her keep them.
The boots looked great beneath the red micro-mini she was wearing that day. Of course the garment was a little dated, but she was sure Jack would like it. And the first thing she learned from acting was to please her audience.
Barbara toyed with the thought of wearing nothing from the waist up, but she decided against showing off too much of herself too quickly. Stripping off her clothing was one of the things the old bastard liked to do most. She had no intention of doing anything that didn't turn him on full force.
With all the money she was making, she could have paid her rent very easily, but Barbara liked the idea of getting something for what she considered nothing. Selling her fucked-out cunt for three hundred dollars a throw was quite an accomplishment, she finally decided, congratulating herself.
Though she didn't bother with panties, Barbara strapped on the sexiest bra she owned. It was made of black lace, and held her thrusting tits high and proud. Her hard nipples were pressed tight against the inner lining of the garment, their plumpness well outlined against the thin material.
Over the bra, Barbara wore a black knit sweater that fit like a second skin. It was a turtleneck with long sleeves, but it left little to the imagination. Each time she breathed, the rounded tops of her breasts lifted several inches.
When she was finished dressing, Barbara spent quite a while fixing her make-up and her hairdo just right. With a professional touch she highlighted her best features and played down the few flaws in her beautiful face.
Jack Steinberg wasn't exactly the pot-smoking type, so she made sure the bar was well stocked. After that, she went around to each window and pulled the blinds and curtains closed. The small lamp beside the sofa was the only light she lit, and its soft bulb cast sexy shadows throughout the room.
Barbara's final stop was at the stereo built into her bookcase. She chose the only romantic, old-fashioned records she owned and put them on the set, adjusting the volume so they were hardly more than a gentle whisper.
During the afternoons that Barbara had given herself to Jack, she had found out a lot about the man. For one thing, he had a daughter living somewhere in California that he worshiped. But it seemed she's run off with some drummer in a band and had never bothered to keep in touch with her father. Barbara also found out from talking with Jack that Chris, the daughter, stirred more than just paternal instincts in her old man's groin. As it turned out, he was really hot to trot with her tight little ass.
On more than one occasion, Jack had mentioned how much Barbara resembled Chris. And whenever the subject came up, he would get hot as a pistol, demanding that Barbara bring him to a climax immediately. She was always more than glad to take care of his every desire.
Well, that afternoon, Barbara planned something very special. Dressed as she was, she intended to play the part of Jack's daughter Chris and make his wildest dreams come true. That afternoon, her landlord was going to live the fantasy of fucking his own daughter, and Barbara was going to make it all come true.
Sipping a tall Scotch and soda, Barbara waited for Jack to arrive. She always liked to have a little head start on him when he showed up. It helped her over the immediate revulsion to his aging, overweight body. After the first few drinks hit her brain, everything else was smooth sailing.
The sound of her front doorbell cracked the still air like a gunshot, and Barbara responded without a moment's hesitation. She wanted to keep Jack happy, not waiting.
"Hello, darling," Barbara said, opening the door and allowing it to frame her luscious body. "Please come in, kind sir," she added, stepping to the side slightly so Jack could pass.
But Barbara didn't move all the way out of Jack's path. As he squeezed past her, their bodies rubbed together. The booze she had put away earlier was doing its job, and she could hardly smell the stink clinging to the man's clothing and bulky figure.
When Jack saw Barbara standing there, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He had almost made up his mind to put a stop to that free-rent business until he looked at her standing in the doorway with her cunt shoved forward and her hips sexily to the side.
"It's always nice to see you, dear," Barbara cooed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling herself up against his broad, hard chest. "Give me a nice kiss, honey." She pushed the door to the apartment closed behind them.
Jack never needed more than the smallest invitation to taste Barbara's mouth. Her lips were sweeter than the lips of any other woman he had ever kissed. They were as sweet as he supposed Chris's lips were. Her thrusting tits almost burned through the thickness of their clothing.
Barbara allowed Jack's kiss to linger. Her own tongue forced its way through his teeth and explored the inside of his steaming mouth. She could feel him pushing the stiffening thickness of his cock against her as his hands sought out the firmness of her twin buttocks. Jack actually reached up under the hem of Barbara's mini-skirt and ran a finger up the length of her asscrack.
Barbara knew she could take care of the rest right then and there, but she wanted to really work him up for his money. Allowing him plenty of time to play with her ass, she finally pulled out of Jack's embrace.
"Relax, darling," Barbara said, motioning to the sofa, "and let me fix you a drink."
"Sounds great, Barbara," Jack replied, licking the sweetness of her lips from the comers of his own mouth. "A tall Scotch on the rocks would just hit the spot."
"With pleasure, sir," Barbara answered, playing the part of his obedient servant.
Barbara turned slowly and started toward the bar. She knew Jack's eyes were focused on the firmness of her ass, outlined against her tight mini. She imagined he was thinking about all the times he'd fucked the shit out of her asshole. As she walked across the room, she made sure to roll her hips just as invitingly as she could.
Sex had become a wonderful game for Barbara Gilbert. The money she made from her body was just part of the fun. She loved figuring ways of turning men and chicks on. She relished each climax that tore through her body. Carefully toying with someone like Jack Steinberg was really a gas. She was sure she could get the man to do anything she wanted him to do with just a quick toss of her hot cunt.
"You know what I was thinking about before?" Barbara asked as she fixed their drinks. "Chris. What you were telling me about her suddenly popped into my mind."
Barbara looked over her shoulder, flashing the man her warmest, most inviting smile. As usual, he was getting hot from just the mention of his daughter's name. Barbara knew that both she and Jack were in for one hell of an afternoon!
"Making believe that I was her would be a real turn-on for me," Barbara said, licking her lips as she spoke.
"Would you... would you want to do that?" Jack mumbled, squirming in his seat as he tried to ease the pressure of his growing cock.
"Sure, baby," Barbara cooed, turning toward the sofa with the drinks in her hand. "I really would dig it! Why don't you call me Chris from now on?"
Barbara smiled as she stared at the bulge Jack's prick was making in the front of his pants. She could hear the labored sounds of his breathing and smell the lust hanging in the air. She was getting into the part, digging playing the role of the older man's daughter.
Jack was in a strange, trance-like state. As he stared at Barbara's body coming toward him, he could actually see his daughter there before his eyes. The voice he heard was the voice of his daughter, Chris.
"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch, daddy honey," Barbara said, lowering herself onto the sofa beside Jack. "Things were a little hectic in California and I didn't have much time to write." She began to more deeply explore the character she was playing.
On the couch, Barbara moved up against Jack's side. She pressed her tits into the upper portion of his arm. She knew he could feel her hard nipples through their clothing. She passed him his drink and softly kissed his shoulder.
"Do you forgive me?" she whispered, her hot breath making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"Of course, Chris, of course," Jack finally said, turning his face toward hers and pressing their lips together.
Just saying his daughter's name was enough to add reality to the fantasy Jack was experiencing at that moment. His deepest, darkest desire was being fulfilled. He was making love to his beautiful daughter!
As they kissed, Barbara's hand reached down into Jack's lap. She could feel the thickness of his tool at its base, and could hardly wait to grind her cunt and clitoris into it. The manicured tips of her fingers found the swollen head of his cock and she tightened her grip on it.
Jack closed his eyes as he reached under Barbara's sweater. His mind was filled with the pictures of Chris's naked tits, remembering the one time he had seen them uncovered. She had been rushing from the shower and hadn't seen him in the hallway. Jack could still remember the smile on her face when she caught him staring at her body.
Barbara was delighted at the light, loving touch Jack used on her naked flesh. His fingers were gentle as they danced on her nipples, sending chills racing up her spine. The young girl was surprised at how much she was enjoying the old man's handling. It was a pleasant change from the rough touch of her younger lovers.
"You're so beautiful," Jack mumbled, rubbing his entire body into Barbara's lush figure. "You're beautiful, my Chris," he continued, inhaling the sweet aroma of his daughter's body.
Jack pushed Barbara's bra out of the way as he exposed the puckered hardness of the tips of her breasts. He pulled his mouth from her lips, bent his head forward, and stroked those nubs of erect flesh with the flat of his tongue.
Barbara's hands flew to the back of Jack's neck as his new technique turned her on. She pressed her body against his face, mumbling words of encouragement to cheer him on and make him continue.
Jack's mouth worked away on first one nipple and then the other, sucking and toying with them with his lips, tongue and the sharp edges of his teeth. Her hot flesh felt marvelous against his face.
With Jack feasting on her tits, Barbara reached into his lap and caught the swollen cockhead between her fingertips. She could feel the full force of his shaft pulsing against her palm. She played with the pee-slit in the blunt tip of his tool, laughing out loud as his dick grew larger and thicker.
"I love you, Chris," Jack said, covering the girl's body with warm, excited kisses. "I've always loved you and worshiped you, my darling daughter," Jack continued, his cock getting hotter and hotter by the second.
"And I've always loved you, daddy darling," Barbara responded, pulling herself from Jack's embrace and sliding down onto the floor in front of the sofa.
Barbara's hands rushed to the front of Jack's pants, and she literally tore the garment off his body. The sound of ripping material filled the room. In a matter of moments, she had pushed his slacks half-way down his legs, the waistband forming a tight band around the middle of Jack's thighs.
Barbara stared up into Jack's face and let a wide smile spread across her full, sensual lips. The smile was genuine. It had been a long time since she'd found herself so wrapped up in a role. The entire afternoon was turning into a wild acting experience. Jack lifted his whole ass off the sofa as he rammed the thickness of his cock deep into the steaming cavern of Barbara's mouth. His hands gripped the sides of her head, holding her face steady as he slammed the swollen head of his prick into her hungry mouth.
Gently, Barbara tightened her teeth around the fat shaft of her lover's dick. She could feel his bloated tool pressing against the back of her throat as she gobbled away. She was careful not to bruise his sensitive prick as it forged ever forward.
"Suck me off, you bitch!" Jack groaned, spitting the words out through clenched teeth. "Really make me shoot my load, Chris! Go to town on my cock, you slut!" He smashed his crotch against her slaving mouth again and again.
Barbara reached deep into the folds of Jack's pants as she found and toyed with his hot balls. She rubbed the edges of her manicured fingernails over his delicate skin, sending chills racing up and down his rigid spine.
The saliva dripped from the comers of Barbara's mouth as she sucked away at Jack's fat dick. Her sweater was still bunched up over her naked tits and beads of perspiration were beginning to form on her breasts.
Barbara reached clear under Jack's body until her fingers were toying in the deep crack of his ass. The tip of her index finger pushed against the tight ring of his anus. She could feel his entire body tense against the exploration of her finger.
"Suck, Chris!" Jack screamed, thrilling to the attention of both Barbara's mouth and fingers. "Suck the cum out of my balls, you little cunt of a daughter!"
Barbara loved the strained sound of Jack's pleading as he begged her. And she had no intention of making her lover wait for his satisfaction. The loud sounds of her wet mouth filled the room and filled Jack's ears as the first rumblings of his orgasm began to make his crotch tremble with anticipation.
Barbara's head bobbed up and down wildly as the tip of Jack's prick exploded with the first burst of his climax. She felt the oozing semen splash against the back of her throat and drip down into her churning belly. Her finger had pushed its way deep into his anal canal, adding to Jack's enjoyment.
Jack's brain was swamped with lust. As wonderful as her blow-jobs always were, that afternoon Barbara's slaving attentions were out of this world. She was reaching heights of eroticism never reached before, and she was taking Jack along with her.
Jack fought back the full force of his orgasm until the fight was lost. Then he turned all his attention toward the greatest enjoyment of his sexual senses. His hands held her face tighter against his steaming crotch as he slammed the full weight of his hairy body against her mouth.
Jack pumped load after steaming load down Barbara's throat while moans and groans of pleasure slipped from both of them. It was difficult for her not to gag as she struggled to swallow all she could as quickly as she could.
Cum still dribbled from the pee-slit in the head of Jack's dick as he collapsed into the back of the sofa, exhausted but happy. The strength had been drained from his muscles and he was too winded to speak. But his lips weren't too tired to smile, warmly and contentedly.
Barbara fell back onto the thick carpet. With Jack looking on, she licked his excess juices from the comers of her mouth, sighing loudly as she enjoyed the thick taste. She wanted to lie back and relax for a good while, but she knew she couldn't. Jack expected more than just a quick blow-job for a full month's rent, and she could hardly blame him.
Instead of grabbing some rest, Barbara's hands went to the hem of her sweater. She could feel Jack's hot eyes on her body as she lifted the garment over her head and tossed it into a comer of the room. Her fat tits bounced happily into view.
"Are you glad I came home, daddy?" Barbara asked, cupping her hands beneath the heavy globes of her breasts.
Jack was thrilled that Barbara still wanted to continue their little game. It still turned him on, still made his blood boil to think that he was fucking the shit out of his daughter Chris.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" Barbara continued, not waiting for his answer to her first question.
Barbara was sure she had Jack's attention as she played with her tits. She could remember the feel of his mouth on her hard nipples, sucking and chewing the puckered nubs of hard flesh. But she could see that it would take plenty of hard work to get Jack going again. As he lay back into the sofa, his cock hung limp between his legs, exhausted by the wild sucking it had just experienced.
Barbara climbed to her feet, carefully balancing her weak body. She could feel the alcohol pounding in her brain, making her more than a little hazy about what was going on. But one thing she was sure about was the need for another drink. After all, the afternoon was just beginning, and she would need the booze to steady her nerves.
"Can I fix you something?" she asked, rolling her ass as wildly as she could as she crossed over to the bar.
"Sure," Jack replied, coming to life a bit. "Another tall one would suit me just fine."
"Whatever you say, daddy dear," Barbara said, fixing them both stiff drinks. Her heavy tits looked lush and inviting, stained with dried saliva, sweat and moisture. Striding up to the sofa, she handed Jack his drink, then stepped back into the center of the room.
"Cheers, sweetheart," Barbara said, bending her head back and taking a deep swallow from the glass.
"Cheers, Chris darling," Jack toasted back, raising his glass in unison with his daughter.
Barbara enjoyed the way Jack's eyes danced from one hard nipple to the other. She made up her mind to allow him to suck away at her boobs while her steaming cunt gobbled up the full length of his powerful prick.
"Don't you think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom?" Barbara asked, heading toward the door to the adjoining room.
Barbara didn't wait for an answer, and she knew it wasn't necessary. She could hear Jack scampering to his feet as she strode into her bedroom. She moved slowly, rolling her hips like a street walker looking for a quick sale.
The shades in the bedroom had been drawn earlier, and the room was dark except for a dim light on the table beside the bed. Barbara was wearing her skin-tight mini-skirt, black stockings and high boots when she climbed into her bed. Her naked ass was clearly on view as she crawled across the mattress on her hands and knees.
The small lamp cast a dark shadow across Barbara's breasts, hiding her nipples from sight. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, the wetness of her cunt glistening as she exposed it to Jack's hungry gaze. The more intensely he stared at her cunt, the wider Barbara held her legs open for him.
"Hello again, daddy dear," Barbara cooed, reaching down into her crotch and running a manicured finger across her sopping pussy lips. "Come give your daughter Chris a nice big kiss 'hello'," she added, prying her cunt open with the tips of her fingers.
Jack didn't have to think twice about where he wanted to plant a long, hot kiss. Diving head first onto the bed, he rammed his face flat against her throbbing crotch. His tongue lashed out, collecting the excess moisture from the quivering lips of her twat.
Barbara groaned like an animal in heat as she slammed her trembling clitoris against the sharp edges of Jack's teeth. She grunted loudly as his tongue jabbed deep into the steaming chamber of her hot box.
Jack slurped loudly between Barbara's legs like a starving man finding food after a week without. His hands caressed the smooth skin of her firm thighs as he pulled himself in tighter against her swollen cunt. He thrilled to the feel of her legs locking themselves around his head.
"Lick me up, suck me up, daddy!" Barbara screamed, lifting her ass off the bed and pushing her twat harder against his face.
That afternoon's taste of Barbara's pussy was not Jack's first, but the little game they were playing seemed to make her juices that much more delicious. He thrilled to her cunt-cream smearing across his face. His own saliva mixed with her wetness as he pressed his long tongue deep into the steaming chamber between Barbara's legs.
Barbara dug her sharp high heels into Jack's back while she rode his face like a cowboy. His chin was rubbing against her clitoris, his unshaven skin sending shocks of lust racing through her blood. Her eyes were half-closed as she soared to the heights of pleasure.
Jack pressed his hard dick against Barbara's leg, rubbing up and down against her as he sucked away loudly. Thoughts of his daughter Chris danced in his mind as he worked toward his second bursting orgasm of the afternoon.
Barbara gasped for air as climax followed climax in a never ending string of orgasms. That was her reward for the marvelous performance she had put on. Jack sucking away at her pussy was the love of her adoring audience. She accepted it gracefully, slamming her hot cunt against his mouth even harder.
Jack pumped his prick hard against Barbara's leg, but it wasn't enough. The cum was boiling in his balls, aching for the warmth of her pussy caressing his dick. Yanking himself out of the grip of Barbara's strong legs, he sat up on his knees. With a wide grin, he lapped off the excess juices coating his face.
"Come on, Pop!" Barbara screamed, lifting her legs up into the air and spreading them as far as she could. "Ram that big cock of yours up into my belly. Let me suck you off with my cunt," she continued, her pussy throbbing.
With his prick hard and straight, Jack lunged forward, burying the swollen head of his cock deep between Barbara's legs. The muscles in his ass tightened as he thrust his hips forward, pushing the full length of his tool deep into her pussy.
"You've got a great cunt, Chris baby," Jack grunted, his labored breathing catching in his lungs.
Barbara opened her eyes for a moment and saw that Jack was still wearing his shirt. The garment was soaked with perspiration and clung to him like a second skin. Reaching up, she caught her fingers in the front of the shirt and ripped it open. She laughed wantonly as some of the buttons popped off and bounced against her tits.
Jack answered her actions by pistoning his prick in and out of her hole like a steam-driven jackhammer. It was thrilling to imagine his daughter thrashing beneath the thrusts of his cock, hungrily tearing the clothes from his back.
Barbara was getting into the wild scene. Reaching up higher, she grabbed Jack's shirt by its collar. Getting a good grip, she yanked straight down. The sound of the tearing material filled the room. She grabbed at the arm of the garment and tore down on that too.
Jack's shirt was a tattered rag hanging around his shoulders as he pounded his cock into Barbara's pussy again and again. He could feel long scratches down his back from her fingernails. But he could also feel his cum pushing into his cock. He fought back his orgasm as hard as he could. Fucking Barbara was a pleasure that he wanted time to enjoy.
Barbara dug her fingers into Jack's shoulders and pulled him down against her naked tits. As he ground himself down against her lush body, she bit down on the hard flesh of his shoulder. She felt him tense against the pain of her sharp teeth. But as she bit down, she tightened her cunt muscles around his cock.
Barbara was having one hell of a time, and there was only one thing she regretted. It seemed a shame that there weren't cameras there to record her wonderful performance. She was sure Bob Reynolds would have paid a pretty price for a film like that.
Right then and there, the seed of an idea took root in Barbara's mind. Bob would obviously pay a lot more money for the complete film than he would pay her as an actress. But Barbara decided to put off thoughts of business until after Jack left. She didn't think she was giving him her best while her thoughts were on such mundane things like getting rich producing her very own fuck movies.
Jack had no idea what was going on in Barbara's mind at that moment, and couldn't have eared less. He wasn't fucking Barbara Gilbert, one of his tenants. He was fucking his precious daughter Chris. It was her lush body he could feel responding to each thrust of his burning hot cock.
"Come on, you bitch!" Jack spat out through clenched teeth. "Come with me! Come with me!" Barbara turned all her attention back to the hot bastard fucking the shit out of her steaming cunt. She pushed her tits up against Jack's heaving chest. She pressed her face to the side of his and let her tongue toy with his ear.
All of a sudden, Jack knew the fight was over and he wouldn't be able to hold off the crush of his orgasm. The cum burst from the tip of his prick as he surrendered. His entire body went rigid as she tightened her muscles and began sucking him dry.
Barbara worked to bring her own lust to a peak, but she was having a little trouble. The idea about producing her own skin-flicks kept popping up in her mind.
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara thought a great deal about the idea of making her own films. She figured out that she had enough money to finance it herself, but she also decided to plan things very carefully and to proceed with the utmost care and caution. The money she made appearing in Bob Reynolds' films was too good to run the risk of losing.
After her next shooting, Barbara took her time getting dressed. Usually, she rushed to get dressed and split, but that afternoon was different. She had some questions she wanted answers for. She applied her make-up slowly, watching Hank the cameraman packing up his equipment. She admired the way the muscles stood out against the tee-shirt he was wearing.
Barbara timed things so she was finished just as Hank locked up the last case. Even with things packed away, there were quite a lot of pieces. She was sure she could give him a hand taking his gear to his car parked outside the motel.
"You've got quite an armful," Barbara said, her eyes roaming over the guy's athletic figure. "Let me give you a hand," she offered, curling her lips into an inviting smile.
"Yeah, thanks. I'd appreciate it," Hank replied, his eyes roving over the swollen mounds of her tits outlined against the soft wool of her tight-fitting sweater.
, Barbara slung one of the straps around her shoulder. The leather band cut right across her nipple, making the hard nub of flesh tremble with excitement. She was delighted at the way Hank was looking her over. She remembered seeing the interest in his eyes earlier, when she was playing out one of her scenes in front of the camera. Rarely did any of the crew show much interest in what was happening. When she saw the hard-on between Hank's legs, she knew he was the one to speak to.
"Another three days shooting, and this one's in the can," Hank said, guiding Barbara to his car.
"I'm not looking forward to that one day down at the beach. I'll bet it'll be cold as a bitch out there. A girl could freeze her tits off running around without her clothes on!" she giggled, wrapping her free hand around his strong arm as they walked to his car.
"Can I give you a lift someplace?" Hank asked, enjoying the feel of her warm, lush body curled against his side.
"I was just going to get some dinner. I had no real plans," Barbara said, her fingers stroking the hairs on the back of his arm.
"Grabbing a bite sounds like a good idea. How about some company?" Hank asked.
Hank took the bag from Barbara and tossed it into his trunk with the rest of his stuff, then hurried around to unlock the door for his guest. Barbara hadn't showered after her long afternoon and the smell of lust still clung to her body.
"Any suggestions for a place to catch a bite?" Hank asked.
"Any place you say," Barbara quickly replied, climbing into the front seat of his Corvette.
"That leaves a lot of places," Hank laughed, climbing in behind the wheel. "That leaves an awful lot of places," he repeated.
"I put myself in your hands," Barbara said, reaching over and taking Hank's hand and putting it into her thigh.
Hank laughed out loud as he pushed his hand up Barbara's dress and gave her cunt a quick fingering. He could feel the dampness of a day's fucking in her pussy. He was pleased to feel her respond by grinding her cunt down against his hand.
Of all the chicks Hank photographed, Barbara was his favorite. He loved long, lingering shots of her fat tits and firm ass. The expressions on her face made his cock throb with lust. He had imagined her sucking him off more than a few times, but she'd never seemed to notice him before that day. And Hank wasn't about to stop and ask why all the sudden interest.
"Let's make it my place," Hank said, pulling his hand out from between her legs. "We can relax there," he added, starting up his high-powered car.
"We've worked on a lot of pictures together, haven't we?" Barbara asked, leaning back and letting the air rustle through her hair.
"I guess so. It must be about six or seven," Hank answered, steering his car for the parkway and the Lincoln Tunnel back into Manhattan. "We shot some pretty wild stuff," he added, looking sideways to flash her a lewd smile.
"Have you worked for Bob Reynolds for long?" Barbara pressed on, trying to sound as casual about the whole thing as she could.
But she couldn't con Hank. He had been around for a long time and knew something was doing when she started asking questions. Barbara wasn't the dumb cunt that a lot of the other girls were. When she started to nose around, Hank decided to keep a careful watch on what was said.
"About three years, I guess," Hank responded, not taking his eyes off the road as he spoke.
"I like Bob," Barbara said. "And he pays well, too."
Barbara didn't like Hank's silence. She was getting the feeling that he was hip to what was going down. She decided to keep her mouth shut, but she was also sure it was too late.
"Come clean, cunt," Hank said jokingly. "I ain't that dumb. Why don't you come straight out and tell me what's on your pretty little mind, sweetheart?"
"Sounds great," Barbara laughed, letting loose a long sigh of relief. "I'm getting tired of working for other people. I wanna start making my own pictures."
It was a long moment before Hank said anything. He stared at her face, trying to Figure her out. She was one pretty little puzzle, he thought to himself.
"Are you joking?" he finally asked.
Barbara shook her head no. She was glad he was serious with her. She wanted to talk business, and hated having to play word games before getting down to brass tacks.
"It'll take a good piece of change, first time around. Everybody's gotta get paid up front," Hank said.
"Sounds like you've been this route before," Barbara said, congratulating herself on picking him to talk to.
"I've bought into a picture or two. The opportunity for something really good doesn't come up that often," he told her, relaxing a bit.
"How much?" Barbara bluntly asked.
Hank thought a good while before he came up with a number. He mumbled some figures out loud, adding and subtracting as he revised his estimate. Barbara was impressed by his grasp of the situation.
"Twenty thousand," he finally said. "Twenty thousand to do it right. For a class project!"
"No problem, honey," Barbara smiled, pleased to see how impressed he was.
"Do you want to start tonight or wait until the morning?" Hank laughed, teasing the eagerness in Barbara's face.
"I'm serious," Barbara laughed, enjoying Hank's joke as much as he did. "How hard would it be to get things rolling? And can you make money in the business?"
"Easy, lady. Easy," Hank said, trying to slow Barbara down a bit. "You ask a lot of big questions in a little bit of time."
"You're right," Barbara said. "I did kinda spring this on you all of a sudden. You'll have to excuse me. I've been thinking about it for a couple of days now."
"Look," Hank said, "there's a nice looking bar over there. Why don't we sit down at a table with a drink and talk?"
Barbara and Hank spent the better part of an hour talking about setting up an independent film company. She listened carefully, and soon had a good basic knowledge of the industry and how it worked. The first thing she learned was that there were built-in money makers at every production step in making a movie. And it looked like Hank knew all the little tricks of the trade.
"I think that's about all I can take," Barbara finally sighed. "There's gonna be a lot of things to learn, that much I can see. And I'm just not going to learn it all in one night. "
"You are a wise lady," Hank said, glancing down at his watch. "Hold on a second, okay?" He pushed his seat back and climbed to his feet. "Sure," Barbara nodded.
"I just have to make a quick call. I still have you for dinner, don't I?"
"That's for sure. Now that I've found you, I've no intention of letting you out of my sight. I just hope you don't have a jealous wife or girlfriend around that's going to mind me getting my hands on those strong shoulders of yours. "
"I have a wife and a girlfriend, Barbara baby," Hank said, turning toward the phone booth in the comer of the dimly lit bar. "And you're gonna love both of them. I'll tell 'em we're on our way."
"Let's not keep them waiting," Barbara said happily. "Give me the car keys. I'll wait for you outside."
"Okay, sweetheart," Hank said, tossing her the keys. "I'll just be a minute."
Hank wasn't more than a minute or two, and they soon were entering the Lincoln Tunnel. On the drive into the city, he described his apartment, and Barbara was looking forward to seeing it. He lived in one of those huge lofts downtown. He suggested it would be a great place to start shooting.
By this time, Barbara had filled Hank with excitement about the project. He was glad she hadn't mentioned anything to Bob Reynolds. After all, Hank reasoned, he had his own contacts who would pay more than Bob--for a class property, he repeated.
"The market's turning around. People want to see movies with real story lines, good production, soundtrack and all that shit," Hank said. "And that's the kind of picture I could direct."
"Baby," Barbara said, "I think we're gonna make a good team."
Hank turned on the stereo in the car and the music poured out. They both enjoyed the tape playing and spoke very little. Hank's pad was nearby the Manhattan end of the tunnel. In a few minutes he was pulling the Corvette into a tight spot in front of a rather ordinary looking building.
Barbara wanted to find out a little more about Hank's wife and girlfriend, but she decided not to press the issue. She was sure her curiosity would be satisfied soon enough. She remained seated as Hank went around to open her door. The courtesy was appreciated and she allowed him time to feast his eyes on her cunt before stepping out of the low-slung car.
"Betty and Diane are looking forward to meeting you," Hank said, unlocking the front door into the building. "They insisted that I describe you over the phone," he continued, ushering her into the empty lobby.
"I hope they liked what you told them," Barbara replied, wrapping her fingers around one of his strong arms and pulling herself tight against his athletic build.
Hank really enjoyed the feel of Barbara's lush body pressing beside him. His mind filled with images of her fucking her brains out, and he could feel his cock crushed inside the crotch of her skin-tight jeans. He was hot to ram his dick up her asshole, just as several actors had done earlier in the day.
"You don't have to worry about that, baby," Hank said, reaching down for a grab of her round ass as they waited for the elevator.
When the metal elevator door finally opened, Barbara could hear music far in the distance. As the cage slowly crept upward, the music grew louder and louder until it made the car's walls pulse in time. When the elevator jerked to a stop, Hank inserted another key into the door. After a moment or two, it slid open.
Barbara was almost knocked off her feet by the total assault on her senses. A dark cavern lay ahead, lit by a few small red and blue bulbs. The music was louder than any she had ever heard before and the air was so thick with pot and hash smoke that she almost choked.
Hank smiled to himself when he saw all the trouble Betty and Diane had gone to. It was obvious that they were both really turned on and hungry for a fresh piece of cunt. Both women had worked in porno pictures, but neither of them had done a film with Barbara.
It took more than a little while for Barbara's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but when they did, they were drawn to a huge sofa on the far side of the cavernous room. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard the elevator slam closed behind her.
Diane and Betty sat facing Hank and his guest. They were dressed exactly the same. They each wore a pair of skin-tight jeans and stoned-out smiles.
"Come join the party!" Diane called out.
"Let me introduce everybody," Hank said, guiding Barbara closer to the couch. "First, my wife Diane."
Barbara could feel her lungs filling up with the potent smoke as she came closer. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two half-nude women. They were quite opposite types, yet each was thrilling in her own right.
"Hello, Barbara," Diane said, remembering Barb's name from her husband's phone call. "It's so nice to meet you," she continued, passing a half-smoked joint.
Diane had a lush, beautiful body. A natural blonde, she looked no more than twenty-one or twenty-two. Her golden hair framed an angelic face and fell softly to the swollen mounds of her huge tits. Her nipples were hard and ripe for sucking. Her hips flared beneath her jeans.
"I'm Betty," the other woman said, her voice cool after the heat in Diane's words. "Hank was right. You're some good looking chick," she said, her eyes running up and down the length of Barbara's body.
Betty was forty years old if she was a day, but her tight skin was as smooth as cream. Her dark hair was cut short and set off the fire in her huge brown eyes. Her breasts were full and heaved with each breath. But there wasn't any of Diane's lushness in Betty. Her body was lean and strong. She looked like she knew just what she wanted.
"I'm just these lovebirds' friend," Betty continued, not bothering to hide her interest in Barbara's tits.
"You're not just our friend," Diane laughed, reaching into Betty's lap and giving her cunt a nice squeeze.
"Well, Barbara," Hank began, "like I was telling you... my wife... and my girlfriend."
There was hash mixed in with the grass they were smoking, and Barbara felt herself really taking off. The smoke was harsh and tore at her lungs, but she struggled to hold her breath as long as she could.
Hank left Barbara's side, strode over to the sofa and sat down between Diane and Betty. Neither chick looked too thrilled about that but they kept quiet. He was offering up a pretty wild looking bitch and they were both eager to get their hands on her.
"You didn't leave me much room," Barbara said, grinning as she looked down at her adoring public.
"I'll make room for you right over here," Betty said, purring like a cat as she moved over about three inches. "Come here, baby," she continued, patting the seat beside her.
Holding a deep lungful of smoke in her chest. Barbara sauntered over to the sofa. She was wearing a soft sweater and a pair of jeans. Hooking her fingers in the hem, she whipped the sweater off with one sweeping motion. Without batting an eye, she tossed it into a far comer of the room. Stepping out of her shoes, Barbara was then dressed exactly like Diane and Betty.
"At least I feel a little more comfortable," Barbara said as she squirmed down onto the sofa between Hank and Betty.
The older woman's naked nipples dragged across Barbara's bare skin, sending electric shocks shooting through the two of them. Betty's arm curled around her new friend's neck, and she pulled herself in nice and tight.
"Oh, darling," Diane said, turning her attentions towards Hank, "you're still dressed. Let me give you a hand."
Diane hopped up onto her feet and faced her husband. With nimble fingers, she whipped off his tee-shirt and tossed it out of the way. With a few more quick moves she had stripped off his pants, underwear, shoes and socks. Before he realized what was happening, Hank found himself stark naked.
Barbara was impressed with the size of Hank's cock. It was long and thick even though not fully erect. She immediately started thinking about having that big prick all to herself. She could just see herself fucking, sucking and buggering up that handsome tool. And those thoughts made her cunt-lips throb with desire.
But Barbara's thoughts were interrupted by the intrusion of the older woman's hungry mouth on her right nipple. Betty was sucking away, the wet sounds her mouth was making hardly audible over the boom of the music.
While she sucked away at Barbara's tit, Betty sent a hand crawling into her crotch. Her skilled fingers sought out the thickness of the younger girl's pussy lips. She knew they were coming from a shooting and Barbara's twat would be swollen from all the fucking.
AIL Barbara could do was slump back against the back of sofa and enjoy the woman's talents. Just a few feet away, Diane was on her knees between Hank's legs, sucking up and down the full length of his fat dick. Her heavy tits rested against the top of his thighs and the ends of her blonde hair tickled his balls.
Barbara's hands moved to the waistband of her jeans. In a few moments, she had undone the top and yanked the zipper down. The cool air sent a chill shivering through her pussy. The tips of her right hand went straight to the throbbing nub of her clitoris while her left fingers played with he cunt-Ups.
As she started finger-fucking herself in time to the rhythm of Betty's tit-sucking, Barbara looked around the huge room she was in. The ceiling had to be a good twenty-five feet high. A spiral staircase led to a balcony and more rooms. Lighting equipment was mounted in the rafters, and for the first time she realized the entire atmosphere she was in had been carefully manufactured.
The heavy grass she was smoking did wild things to Barbara's mind. She was beginning to lose all touch with reality, receding deeper and deeper into her fantasy. She was seeing the future, seeing the making of her first film. The idle film equipment was focused on that sofa.
There was only one problem. Hank couldn't be behind his imaginary camera and having his cock sucked by Diane. Barbara needed a leading man for her film. Names and faces of many studs flashed in her mind until the right one appeared.
Her kid brother Billy was going to be the star of her first feature. She was going to make him the crown prince of porn! Her love for the boy had never vanished, no matter how many studs and bitches worked her over. When the chips were down, only one choice could be made.
Barbara's fantasy was now complete. Instead of seeing Diane's head bobbing up and down on Hank's cock, she saw Billy in his place. She could hear his voice and feel the warmth of his special smile. Barbara was glad she had held off writing until things were really set. For a moment she wondered if her mother would make much of a fuss about her bringing Billy to New York.
But Barbara was pretty sure she could convince her mom how great things were in The Big Apple.
